Fic: League of Extrordinary Winchesters (Part the Seventh)
Fic: League of Extrordinary Winchesters (Part the Seventh)
Series: Chance Winchesterverse
Summary:A plan is formed.
Author: pen37
Beta: None.
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: Chance, Ben, Chloe, Dean
Rating: g
Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8, Ch. 9, Ch. 10
Written for spawnfic tues
Although Chloe and Chance were the family researchers, Dean was no slouch in the research department. So Chance and Ben weren’t surprised to see a map of the Midwest over his workbench with certain areas marked in red.
Chance squinted at one of the red areas on the map. “Is that . . .?”
“Stull Cemetary,” Dean said. “It’s got a working church on it. So there’s no need to worry about it. But Sam Colt hasn’t yet capped that devil’s gate up north of here. We think some of the demons are going to try and stop them.”
“They’ll try,” Ben said with a grim expression. “We stopped one from trying to get the colt. Have you seen any others?”
“There have been a few who have tried to get at the old hunter families,” Dean said. “Your grandma’s family, the Harvelles, the Wandell family. They’ve been warned about demons, now. So they’re mostly on their guard.”
“What did you tell them?” Chance asked curiously.
“As little as possible,” Dean said. “Enough that they believed us.”
“Didn’t hurt that you drug a demon along for the trip,” Chloe said as she bent over a type board and began setting type for her next issue.
“If demons want to go breaking down my door, they get what’s coming to them. Even if what’s coming to them is a nice trip in a wagon to prove that I’m tellin’ the truth.” Dean said.
“What are we going to do about the colt cemetery?” Chance asked.
“We’re in Kansas City,” Dean grinned. “The building materials are going to be shipped right through here. When they are, we’re going to jump on board the train and guard them all the way up there.”
Chance nodded. “Sounds like it could work.”
“Company,” Chloe announced. Dean automatically threw a canvas cloth over his trap-filled workbench. The three men turned to watch as a woman in a conservative-colored dress and bonnet stepped through the door and into the shop.
“Probably someone with an article,” Dean muttered. “Your mom’s paper has quite a following.”
The lady crossed the room and suddenly stopped as she hit what seemed to be an invisible wall. Chance and Ben automatically looked up into the rafters -where a devil’s trap had been sketched in chalk.
“Or, it could be another demon,” Dean said.
“They just keep coming to us,” Chloe pushed aside her type board with a sigh.
“At this rate we won’t have to hunt them.” Dean grinned. “Easy money. Come to papa.”