How to Save a Life: Part 2
Title: How to Save a Life: Part 2
Author: Koinaka
Rating: PG 13
Pairing(s)/Character(s):Kurt, Burt, Crowley, various New Directions
Genre: Supernatural!Crossover, AU
Spoilers: Up to Grilled Cheesus for Glee, season 5 for Supernatural
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Ryan Murphy and Eric Kripke respectively.
Summary: Kurt will do anything to save his father--even if it means selling his soul.
Warning(s): AU/crossover
Word Count: Around 1600 words for this part.
Written for This prompt over here at the glee_cross_meme
Previous Parts: Prologue | Part 1
Not sure how I feel about this part, but hopefully it's not too crazy!
How to Save a Life
By Koinaka
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I know how to save a life
How to save a life
How to save a life
-How to Save a Life, The Fray
Chapter Two
One minute passed and then another with no sign of any demon-not that he would know what a demon looked like anyway, but he figured that he would know one when he saw it. After another minute, Kurt let out a heavy sigh.
A hoax.
It had all been a hoax.
There would be no saving his father, at least by supernatural means. He should have known it wasn't real. It stood to reason that if there wasn't a God-and he firmly believed that there wasn't-then there wasn't anything else out there either.
He turned to leave, but when he did, he saw that he was no longer alone. Instead, standing right in front of him, was an older man wearing black from head to toe. If it hadn't been for the smell-was that sulfur?-he may thought it was just a man, but there was something about him that seemed alien, otherworldly.
"Oh," Kurt breathed out softly. "It worked. You… you're a demon."
The man-demon-arched a sculpted brow, and then his eyes flashed black for a moment. Kurt stumbled in his attempt to move further away from the demon.
"So it would seem," the demon said, his tone laced with amusement. His eyes racked down Kurt's body in a way that made him feel decidedly uncomfortable. "Now, then, ducky, what can I do for you?"
"You do want to make a deal, don't you?" the demon asked again, when he didn't answer right away, but this time he was pressed flush against Kurt's back, his breath tickling his ear. "Anything you want. Whatever your pretty little heart desires. Wealth. Fame. All of it can be yours. For a price, of course."
The demon's voice was lilting, melodic. It flowed over Kurt sending a shiver down his spine. His breath hitched in his throat as he felt the demon's hands touch him. He couldn't think properly with the demon so close to him. He felt heavy and sluggish and so very tired.
"I-yes." He finally managed to say after a moment.
The demon straightened up and moved away, suddenly all business. "Excellent. Now, then, what's your pleasure? Popularity, wealth," he paused, a lecherous smile spreading across his face. "A boy, perhaps?"
Kurt blinked and shook his head in an attempt to dissipate the lingering fog clouding his thoughts. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, he saw another flash of bright light out of the corner of his eye. He turned toward the light only to see that the man from before-the man with the trench coat-was standing in the church parking lot across the street with an unreadable expression on his face. Only he wasn't quitethe man from before because he had wings. As in actual, honest-to-God, wings.
"Wings," Kurt murmured distractedly to himself. The man had wings. He couldn't get over it.
"Pardon me?" the demon asked, his head cocked to the side.
"That man over there in the church parking lot has wings. Can't you see them?"
There was no way the demon couldn't see them. The man was directly in front of them, albeit across the street, and the wings weren't exactly small. Not to mention the fact that the man was staring right at them.
The demon's brow was furrowed. "There's no one over…" but he didn't finish his thought. Instead he stared intently at Kurt for several long moments before speaking. "Shall we get on with our business? Unless you've decided against making a deal in which case-"
"No!" Kurt exclaimed finally taking his eyes off of the man. "I do want to make a deal. Please."
"Well, since you asked so sweetly…What is it that you want?"
Kurt was hit with a sudden urge to leave. His skin began to crawl. It was like the little shop but a thousand times worse. He jerked away from the demon who had been moving steadily closer to him.
This was wrong. All of it was wrong.
He should leave. He should leave right then. Turn around and walk back to his car.
But he couldn't. If he did, his father would die. Maybe not right away, but that was almost worse. To watch as his father withered away, helpless to anything. Only, he wasn't so helpless, was he? Because there was a demon right in front of him. A demon who would help him. All he had to do was ask.
"My father," he blurted out before he could change his mind again. "He's been in a coma for a month. The doctors don't think he'll wake up. Can you save him?"
The demon laughed. "Can I save him? Of course I can. I've done more with less. All for a price, of course."
"Yes-whatever you want-anything. Just save him."
The demon cocked his head to the side. "Anything?" he asked.
Kurt's breath hitched in his throat as the demon moved closer to him. The closer the demon came to him, the harder it became for him to breath, the smell of sulfur overpowering nearly everything. "Anything."
The demon's smile was beatific. He caressed Kurt's face with one of his hands, sliding his fingers along the curve of cheekbone and across his lips. Kurt's eyes fluttered shut when he felt the demon's lips ghost over his. Something stirred in him at the contact, and he surged forward, pressing their lips together fully.
Over the years, Kurt had thought a lot about how his first kiss would go. He'd always thought that it would be soft and sweet. In a word: chaste. Just like those kisses he'd seen time and time again in his favorite musicals where the touch of the fingertips was as sexy as it got.
This kiss was nothing like that.
It was harsh and demanding. The demon was brutal in his ministrations-the hand on his hip tight enough to leave bruises, his kiss more teeth than tongue leaving a coopery taste in Kurt's mouth from where he had bitten his bottom lip. None of those things acted as a deterrent for Kurt though. If anything, it was the opposite. It was almost as if Kurt couldn't get enough of him. He returned the demon's kisses hungrily, his body rocking against the demon's as they kissed.
When they finally parted, Kurt expected the demon to step back, but he didn't. Instead he trailed open mouth kisses down Kurt's jaw and across his neck until he reached the juncture where his neck met his shoulder. His lips lingered there for a moment before he bit down hard enough to draw blood.
The pain startled Kurt out of the daze he had been in.
"My father, is he-" he began to ask but the demon cut him off.
"Your father is perfectly fine. I imagine he is awake right now, harassing the nursing staff and what have you. He is also no longer your concern."
It took several seconds for Kurt to process his words. "No longer my concern?" he echoed. "Of course he's my concern. He's my dad, and if he's awake, then I really should be going. I'm sure that he'll be asking for me, and if I don't come, he'll be worried."
He went to leave but the demon's command of "Stop!" froze him in place. It was like he was paralyzed almost because no matter how much he tried, he couldn't take a single step.
"Name's Crowley, by the way," the demon said as he straightened his tie. "I'm afraid we don't have the time for me to ease you into this because we're going to have company very soon, and I would rather not be here out in the open when the Hardy Boys show up."
"Why can't I move?" Kurt's voice was panicked and shrill. "What did you do to me?"
"The question you should be asking is what did you do to yourself? Didn't your daddy warn you about signing a contract without reading over the fine print?"
At Kurt's no doubt confused look, he continued. "I admit it's a bit unorthodox, but I've always been an opportunist, and since you offered yourself to me freely…Well, who am I to turn you down?"
"Myself? But I didn't-"
"Yes-whatever you want-anything," Crowley said, his voice a pitch perfect impersonation of Kurt's. "Hello darling."
Author: Koinaka
Rating: PG 13
Pairing(s)/Character(s):Kurt, Burt, Crowley, various New Directions
Genre: Supernatural!Crossover, AU
Spoilers: Up to Grilled Cheesus for Glee, season 5 for Supernatural
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Ryan Murphy and Eric Kripke respectively.
Summary: Kurt will do anything to save his father--even if it means selling his soul.
Warning(s): AU/crossover
Word Count: Around 1600 words for this part.
Written for This prompt over here at the glee_cross_meme
Previous Parts: Prologue | Part 1
Not sure how I feel about this part, but hopefully it's not too crazy!
How to Save a Life
By Koinaka
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I know how to save a life
How to save a life
How to save a life
-How to Save a Life, The Fray
Chapter Two
One minute passed and then another with no sign of any demon-not that he would know what a demon looked like anyway, but he figured that he would know one when he saw it. After another minute, Kurt let out a heavy sigh.
A hoax.
It had all been a hoax.
There would be no saving his father, at least by supernatural means. He should have known it wasn't real. It stood to reason that if there wasn't a God-and he firmly believed that there wasn't-then there wasn't anything else out there either.
He turned to leave, but when he did, he saw that he was no longer alone. Instead, standing right in front of him, was an older man wearing black from head to toe. If it hadn't been for the smell-was that sulfur?-he may thought it was just a man, but there was something about him that seemed alien, otherworldly.
"Oh," Kurt breathed out softly. "It worked. You… you're a demon."
The man-demon-arched a sculpted brow, and then his eyes flashed black for a moment. Kurt stumbled in his attempt to move further away from the demon.
"So it would seem," the demon said, his tone laced with amusement. His eyes racked down Kurt's body in a way that made him feel decidedly uncomfortable. "Now, then, ducky, what can I do for you?"
"You do want to make a deal, don't you?" the demon asked again, when he didn't answer right away, but this time he was pressed flush against Kurt's back, his breath tickling his ear. "Anything you want. Whatever your pretty little heart desires. Wealth. Fame. All of it can be yours. For a price, of course."
The demon's voice was lilting, melodic. It flowed over Kurt sending a shiver down his spine. His breath hitched in his throat as he felt the demon's hands touch him. He couldn't think properly with the demon so close to him. He felt heavy and sluggish and so very tired.
"I-yes." He finally managed to say after a moment.
The demon straightened up and moved away, suddenly all business. "Excellent. Now, then, what's your pleasure? Popularity, wealth," he paused, a lecherous smile spreading across his face. "A boy, perhaps?"
Kurt blinked and shook his head in an attempt to dissipate the lingering fog clouding his thoughts. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, he saw another flash of bright light out of the corner of his eye. He turned toward the light only to see that the man from before-the man with the trench coat-was standing in the church parking lot across the street with an unreadable expression on his face. Only he wasn't quitethe man from before because he had wings. As in actual, honest-to-God, wings.
"Wings," Kurt murmured distractedly to himself. The man had wings. He couldn't get over it.
"Pardon me?" the demon asked, his head cocked to the side.
"That man over there in the church parking lot has wings. Can't you see them?"
There was no way the demon couldn't see them. The man was directly in front of them, albeit across the street, and the wings weren't exactly small. Not to mention the fact that the man was staring right at them.
The demon's brow was furrowed. "There's no one over…" but he didn't finish his thought. Instead he stared intently at Kurt for several long moments before speaking. "Shall we get on with our business? Unless you've decided against making a deal in which case-"
"No!" Kurt exclaimed finally taking his eyes off of the man. "I do want to make a deal. Please."
"Well, since you asked so sweetly…What is it that you want?"
Kurt was hit with a sudden urge to leave. His skin began to crawl. It was like the little shop but a thousand times worse. He jerked away from the demon who had been moving steadily closer to him.
This was wrong. All of it was wrong.
He should leave. He should leave right then. Turn around and walk back to his car.
But he couldn't. If he did, his father would die. Maybe not right away, but that was almost worse. To watch as his father withered away, helpless to anything. Only, he wasn't so helpless, was he? Because there was a demon right in front of him. A demon who would help him. All he had to do was ask.
"My father," he blurted out before he could change his mind again. "He's been in a coma for a month. The doctors don't think he'll wake up. Can you save him?"
The demon laughed. "Can I save him? Of course I can. I've done more with less. All for a price, of course."
"Yes-whatever you want-anything. Just save him."
The demon cocked his head to the side. "Anything?" he asked.
Kurt's breath hitched in his throat as the demon moved closer to him. The closer the demon came to him, the harder it became for him to breath, the smell of sulfur overpowering nearly everything. "Anything."
The demon's smile was beatific. He caressed Kurt's face with one of his hands, sliding his fingers along the curve of cheekbone and across his lips. Kurt's eyes fluttered shut when he felt the demon's lips ghost over his. Something stirred in him at the contact, and he surged forward, pressing their lips together fully.
Over the years, Kurt had thought a lot about how his first kiss would go. He'd always thought that it would be soft and sweet. In a word: chaste. Just like those kisses he'd seen time and time again in his favorite musicals where the touch of the fingertips was as sexy as it got.
This kiss was nothing like that.
It was harsh and demanding. The demon was brutal in his ministrations-the hand on his hip tight enough to leave bruises, his kiss more teeth than tongue leaving a coopery taste in Kurt's mouth from where he had bitten his bottom lip. None of those things acted as a deterrent for Kurt though. If anything, it was the opposite. It was almost as if Kurt couldn't get enough of him. He returned the demon's kisses hungrily, his body rocking against the demon's as they kissed.
When they finally parted, Kurt expected the demon to step back, but he didn't. Instead he trailed open mouth kisses down Kurt's jaw and across his neck until he reached the juncture where his neck met his shoulder. His lips lingered there for a moment before he bit down hard enough to draw blood.
The pain startled Kurt out of the daze he had been in.
"My father, is he-" he began to ask but the demon cut him off.
"Your father is perfectly fine. I imagine he is awake right now, harassing the nursing staff and what have you. He is also no longer your concern."
It took several seconds for Kurt to process his words. "No longer my concern?" he echoed. "Of course he's my concern. He's my dad, and if he's awake, then I really should be going. I'm sure that he'll be asking for me, and if I don't come, he'll be worried."
He went to leave but the demon's command of "Stop!" froze him in place. It was like he was paralyzed almost because no matter how much he tried, he couldn't take a single step.
"Name's Crowley, by the way," the demon said as he straightened his tie. "I'm afraid we don't have the time for me to ease you into this because we're going to have company very soon, and I would rather not be here out in the open when the Hardy Boys show up."
"Why can't I move?" Kurt's voice was panicked and shrill. "What did you do to me?"
"The question you should be asking is what did you do to yourself? Didn't your daddy warn you about signing a contract without reading over the fine print?"
At Kurt's no doubt confused look, he continued. "I admit it's a bit unorthodox, but I've always been an opportunist, and since you offered yourself to me freely…Well, who am I to turn you down?"
"Myself? But I didn't-"
"Yes-whatever you want-anything," Crowley said, his voice a pitch perfect impersonation of Kurt's. "Hello darling."