Fic: Rise of the Flamebird (1/1)
Fic: Rise of the Flamebird(1/1)
Author: Pen37
Summary: A firefighter just wants to say thank you to the girl who saved his life.
A/N:This is a little something that I've been playing with that may eventually turn into a larger story. The Winchesters as they might have been had the YED never taken an interest in Sam. Chloe as a Justice League member (inspired by Tobywolf13's Chloe-as Fawkes).
A/N 2: flamebird is a code name that has been used about five times in Superman canon (Three of those times by the Superman family). Once by Jimmy Olsen, once by Lois Lane once and once by Kara Zor-El.
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural/DCU
Characters: Chloe Sullivan, The Winchester Family, Superman
Pairing:None
Rating: g
Submitted for the Crossovers100 challenge. Prompt #93 Thanksgiving. The table is here.
Also Submitted for the challenge at spn_twisted. Challenge#1, Round#2. Prompt: Public transportation.
He saw the light, but never heard the boom.
In a fraction of a second before he was thrown to the ground, Dean Winchester knew his life was over. He felt the searing pain rip across his face. The bite of the concrete into his back, and the shock of his head rattling around inside the helmet were both distant and minor annoyances in comparison.
Then, mercifully, the blackness closed in.
What are you doing?
Leave me alone. I can help him.
Dean had the impression that he'd died. Why else would an angel be hovering over him? Why else would he feel warm and safe?
Abruptly, like someone grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him back, he felt pulled into consciousness. He blinked, looked around, and realized that he could see again.
Around him, chaos reigned. The plane crash that they'd responded to was more out of control than ever. The right wing had blown away in some kind of explosion. The one that had knocked him to the ground and cost him his sight.
At least he'd thought so. But he could see perfectly. So what happened?
As he watched, the dude in the red cape walked toward the plane. He inhaled so deeply that it seemed to double him over backwards, and then he leaned forward and blew onto the fire.
In amazement, Dean watched as red-cape-dude blew out the fire. Like the big bad wolf or something. Just huffed and puffed and blew the thing out. While he and the rest of his crew were watching in amazement, he turned, picked up a short blonde in a business suit, and flew away.
He watched in astonishment with his jaw in his lap. Then he realized that the other guys were staring at him.
“What?” he asked.
The chief narrowed his eyes at Dean. “Winchester, I don't know what she did, but we'd better get you to a hospital.”
“What?” Dean blinked. “No. I'm fine.”
“Son,” Chief Campbell sighed, tilted his helmet back and scratched his head. “When that engine blew, the shrapnel hit you in the face.”
Woodenly he touched his own face and shook his head in mute denial.
“Take a look at your helmet,” Chief said with a frown.
Dean looked at the ground where he'd been lying. His helmet lay there, with a sharp, twisted piece of metal sticking out of it.
# # #
“Mom, would you stop? I'm fine!” Dean waved off his mother's hands as she reached in to yet again examine his forehead. He was going to kill the guy who told his mom what happened.
“Mary, let the boy alone,” John Winchester said as he pulled his wife into his arms and out of reach of her son.
“I just want to make sure he's alright,” Mary Winchester protested.
“And I said I'm fine,” Dean frowned. “They've done CAT scans and all. The doctors say there isn't a thing wrong with me.”
“See,” John said placatingly.
“Chief Murphy said . . .” She paused.
“What?” Dean frowned at her.
“Said you didn't have a face.” His brother, Sam, stood in the doorway and crossed his arms.
Dean looked up at Sam in askance. “What are you doing here?”
“Mom called,” Sam said.
“Mary,” John breathed.
“I thought he ought to know.”
“Well, she didn't have to raise an alarm.” Dean decided he'd had enough of this. He got up and started pulling sensors off his body.
“Dean, don't.”
“I'm fine, Mom.” He looked at Sam pointedly. “I would like to know what happened, though.”
Sam rolled his eyes and then nodded in acknowledgment.
“What are you two getting into?” John asked suspiciously.
“Don't worry about it,” Dean waved him off. “I'm fine. See you at the garage tomorrow.”
“If you feel up to it . . .” John started, but Dean was already out of the room and dragging Sam down the hall.
“Okay Mister FBI, what happened?” Dean leaned against a wall and crossed his arms.
“Nice to see you, too,” Sam frowned at him.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hugs and puppies. What the hell happened?”
Sam sighed and pulled his lips into a prissy little face. Then he tucked his hands into his pockets and shrugged. “Every guy in your department said that they saw you take a piece of shrapnel to the face. Then the guy in the big blue suit flew from the sky and put the fire out.”
“What about the blonde?” Dean asked.
Sam shrugged his shoulders. “No one saw what happened. They were watching the guy in the suit. Did you get a good look a her?”
“No,” Dean shook his head. “She was covering her face. Like she was in pain or something.She did something to me, Sam,” Dean said. “We gotta find her and find out what.”
Sam raised his eyebrows and pinned Dean with a look of amazement.
Dean sighed. “Look, I know we haven't always seen eye to eye--”
Sam cut him off with a scoff.
“But I need your help. You're the one with the brains. I . . . I dunno, I feel like I need to find this girl. Find out if she did heal me.”
“Then what?” Sam raised an eyebrow.
Dean clenched his jaw. He wasn't quite comfortable examining why this was so important to him. “Say thank you? I dunno.”
Sam sighed. “Okay, fine.” He ran his hands through his FBI-issue haircut. “I have a feeling that the flying man may be the key in all this. I'll see what I can find on him.”
“Thanks Sam, I appreciate it.” Dean grinned at him.
Sam gave him the tentative ghost of a smile. “Can't help it,” he said. “It's not every girl that gets my brother worked up enough that he forgets about candy stripers and sponge baths.”
“Laugh it up, fuzz ball,” Dean muttered. But his mind was already on the blonde chick. And trying to figure out what to say when he did find her.