[Fic] HP/SPN Crossover - Subtle Shining Sorceries - Chapter Five
Title: Subtle Shining Sorceries
Author: Stolen Childe
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the boys. I just like to play with them.
Author’s Notes: Okay, not by best chapter and kinda short, so I apologize in advance. Ah… probably can’t really handle any serious criticism for this one, so please be kind. I briefly considered cutting it but I wanted Sam to get a moment with Draco… So here you go…
Please see Master Post for warnings and ratings.
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Chapter Five - Wherein Sam likes ellipses entirely too much...
Sam sighed and tossed another dusty old tome next to him on the bed. He dragged an aggrieved hand through his hair and glared down at his toes.
“Something wrong there Sammy?” Dean asked from across the room where he was sitting at Sam’s old laptop. Sam knew his brother preferred it over the tablet and let him hang onto it.
“I’ve gone through dozens of these books and I can’t find one single reference to that symbol,” Sam explained. Harry and Draco had told him their findings but he always liked to do research on his own, for confirmation purposes. Dean said it was just because he liked to get his geek on, but Dean was a dick.
“Well, Potter and Malfoy told us what they know. Why not just go with it?” Dean shrugged.
Sam shot his brother a look, not believing what he was hearing, “Really Dean? You don’t find that at all suspicious? You seriously just wanna take them at their word? They’re witches Dean, witches.”
Dean shrugged. “Wizards,” he corrected quietly.
Sam shook his head, astounded, “Come on Dean! What do you really know about these guys?”
“They saved you Sam,” Dean snapped roughly. He pushed away from the table and left the room without a backwards glance. Sam sighed wondering what had gotten into Dean. When only twenty-four hours ago he had been ready to cap them one and make a break for higher ground, so to speak.
Sam wondered when exactly their roles had been reversed. When had Dean become the trusting one and Sam the suspicious one? Especially after the whole Castiel fiasco, Sam didn’t think Dean would have been so willing to put his faith in anyone so quickly again, especially not wizards. It had Sam questioning for a moment if they had put a spell on his brother. Sam sent a distrusting glare at the door.
Sam pursed his lips and tapped his foot. He was fighting an internal battle on whether to trust his own instincts or his brother’s. Regretfully, and though Sam hated to admit it, Dean’s instincts were better than Sam’s own, if history had anything to say. Yet, there was also the very real chance that Dean’s head was addled thanks to the Castiel issue. Was his desire to finish this cult outweighing his desire to get the hell out of dodge and away from these guys? Then again, they hadn’t hurt them , at least not on purpose. It was only the Dark Magic residue that flared when magic was used on Sam that had caused his temporary illness, not a premeditated attack. Also these ‘wizards’ had saved him... Helped him heal... But regardless of the name, weren’t all magic users bad news? Wasn’t that what they had always discovered and always been told?
Never before had they come across any hunter declaring their love and admiration of witches. In fact they were studiously avoided if at all possible because when it came right down to it, they were just sick twisted people... Not possessed, not monsters, not anything that was typically hunted. Just people who got in too deep in extremely dangerous shit... Like Ruby when she was human... Sam clenched a fist and gritted his teeth. He would not think of his great mistake. Trusting her was the worst thing he had ever done. Period.
... Maybe...
...Well he had done a lot of bad things, but trusting her was very bad. She had been the catalyst, if it hadn’t been for her then none of the other crap that happened to the world because of him would have happened. If he hadn’t trusted her then he’d never have killed Lilith. He never would have agreed to becoming Lucifer’s muppet. He never would have gone to hell. He never would have crawled back out and become soulless and he never would have hurt that waitress... If he hadn’t trusted Ruby...
...But he wanted to save Dean so badly that’s why he trusted her... He wanted to save Dean because Dean had-
Sam abruptly stopped that line of thought. He wasn’t really getting anywhere; just a sore ass from sitting in one spot so long and a whole lot of irritation.
Sam was startled out of his thoughts by a knock on the slightly ajar door. He looked over to see the blond head of Draco Malfoy, peering almost hesitantly in... Almost.
“May I come in?” the tall wizard asked politely.
Sam hesitated only a moment before nodding. He watched closely as Draco moved into the room. He had a peculiar way that he moved. Gliding and sinewy, almost liquid. It was no easy feat for a man to move like that. It had him wondering if that was something to do with the magic or just merely breeding.
“How are you feeling, Winchester?” Draco asked reservedly, but nicely enough. Which Sam found just down right creepy.
“Uh... yeah, I’m good,” Sam replied with a little shrug.
“I’m glad to hear that. I’ve promised your brother I’d check you over but first I feel I must do something,” Draco said stiffly. “If I don’t then Potter will give me a horribly soppy, desperate look that I simply cannot abide. You see, I said and did some things which I now realize to have been foolish. And regardless of the fact that you may not be aware of it, I must apologize for my behaviour the last several days. It was... juvenile and unnecessary. I find myself in a situation with which I am entirely unfamiliar and fear I have lashed out mistakenly.”
The room had just become very awkward and both men were feeling it. Sam coughed in an effort to release the tension then said, “Uh... accepted. I guess. For...um... whatever... it... was.”
Draco nodded stiffly, “Right then. Awkward moment passed. Now, let’s have a look.”
The blond wizard was suddenly all business as he approached Sam. As much as Sam hated to admit it, he felt slightly intimidated by the other man. As Dean never failed to inform him, Sam was not a small guy and it was really rather unusual to come across another man close to his own size.
Regardless of any situation Sam found himself in, usually he had his sheer size working to his advantage. Not in this case. He had little more than an inch on Malfoy and was sadly lacking any abilities he once had possessed. Sam knew he was as taut as a bow string and apparently Draco realized as well.
“I only bite with express permission, Winchester. You can relax,” Draco commented causing Sam to flush very slightly.
Draco placed one cool, dry hand on Sam’s chin, tilting the other man’s head up in order to see into his eyes. He twisted it gently left then right, inspected Sam’s tongue and felt his pulse.
“Are you a doctor or something?” Sam asked.
Draco pulled away and looked confused, “A doctor? Is that akin to a healer or is it a muggle professor? I’ve heard the word but...”
Sam was still shocked sometimes with this intelligent, worldly man opened his mouth and sounded like a clueless kid. How could he possibly not know such simple things? Were their worlds really so different?
“Um... it’s ah... both I guess. I meant the healer one,” Sam explained.
“You muggles have such confusing language sometimes,” Malfoy furrowed his brow. “But me? A healer? Merlin’s no, bodily fluids are revolting. I’m simply a father.”
Sam blinked, surprised at the revelation, “You have kids?”
Malfoy’s frown deepened, “Why is that so odd? I’m thirty-one years old. I started late compared to others I know, my child is only six. I have several school friends with children already enrolled in Hogwarts.”
“Huh, different world I guess,” Sam commented.
Now Malfoy looked at him as if he were an idiot, “Obviously Winchester. Now enough about that. I’m afraid this next part is going to be a slight bit uncomfortable. As you’ve already heard, I am a father and unfortunately only know one method to take a temperature, which I must check.”
Sam blanched, getting visions of anal probes and tried to back away, “Ah... that’s all-“
He was cut off abruptly when Malfoy leaned in and pressed a faint, light kiss smack dab in the middle of his forehead. Sam felt his cheeks go hot, and his body go stiff. It was over as soon as it started and not at all was Sam was expecting but much better than what he had been, but no less discomfiting.
Draco paused for a moment, staring down at Sam with hand under his chin still frowning, “Well, it does seem relatively normal... There was a bit of a spike for a moment but it evened out. I say you have a clean bill of health. Magic sickness is gone.”
Sam could only nod stiffly and stutter out a stilted, “Thanks.”
Draco took a step back, either not realizing or choosing not to comment on Sam’s embarrassment. Whichever it was the younger Winchester was grateful.
“Right then, I’ll be taking my leave. If you find you require anything, Potter and I are in the kitchen,” Draco turned and left the room without another glance.
Sam reached up and absently rubbed his forehead, pouting down at his shoes. That was weird. And here Sam thought that he and Dean had cornered the market on weird.
Sam reached over and turned his attention back to the dusty old tome he had abandoned earlier. He had a feeling this was going to be one crazy ride. The sooner this stupid job was over with, the better.
Chapter Six
Author: Stolen Childe
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the boys. I just like to play with them.
Author’s Notes: Okay, not by best chapter and kinda short, so I apologize in advance. Ah… probably can’t really handle any serious criticism for this one, so please be kind. I briefly considered cutting it but I wanted Sam to get a moment with Draco… So here you go…
Please see Master Post for warnings and ratings.
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Chapter Five - Wherein Sam likes ellipses entirely too much...
Sam sighed and tossed another dusty old tome next to him on the bed. He dragged an aggrieved hand through his hair and glared down at his toes.
“Something wrong there Sammy?” Dean asked from across the room where he was sitting at Sam’s old laptop. Sam knew his brother preferred it over the tablet and let him hang onto it.
“I’ve gone through dozens of these books and I can’t find one single reference to that symbol,” Sam explained. Harry and Draco had told him their findings but he always liked to do research on his own, for confirmation purposes. Dean said it was just because he liked to get his geek on, but Dean was a dick.
“Well, Potter and Malfoy told us what they know. Why not just go with it?” Dean shrugged.
Sam shot his brother a look, not believing what he was hearing, “Really Dean? You don’t find that at all suspicious? You seriously just wanna take them at their word? They’re witches Dean, witches.”
Dean shrugged. “Wizards,” he corrected quietly.
Sam shook his head, astounded, “Come on Dean! What do you really know about these guys?”
“They saved you Sam,” Dean snapped roughly. He pushed away from the table and left the room without a backwards glance. Sam sighed wondering what had gotten into Dean. When only twenty-four hours ago he had been ready to cap them one and make a break for higher ground, so to speak.
Sam wondered when exactly their roles had been reversed. When had Dean become the trusting one and Sam the suspicious one? Especially after the whole Castiel fiasco, Sam didn’t think Dean would have been so willing to put his faith in anyone so quickly again, especially not wizards. It had Sam questioning for a moment if they had put a spell on his brother. Sam sent a distrusting glare at the door.
Sam pursed his lips and tapped his foot. He was fighting an internal battle on whether to trust his own instincts or his brother’s. Regretfully, and though Sam hated to admit it, Dean’s instincts were better than Sam’s own, if history had anything to say. Yet, there was also the very real chance that Dean’s head was addled thanks to the Castiel issue. Was his desire to finish this cult outweighing his desire to get the hell out of dodge and away from these guys? Then again, they hadn’t hurt them , at least not on purpose. It was only the Dark Magic residue that flared when magic was used on Sam that had caused his temporary illness, not a premeditated attack. Also these ‘wizards’ had saved him... Helped him heal... But regardless of the name, weren’t all magic users bad news? Wasn’t that what they had always discovered and always been told?
Never before had they come across any hunter declaring their love and admiration of witches. In fact they were studiously avoided if at all possible because when it came right down to it, they were just sick twisted people... Not possessed, not monsters, not anything that was typically hunted. Just people who got in too deep in extremely dangerous shit... Like Ruby when she was human... Sam clenched a fist and gritted his teeth. He would not think of his great mistake. Trusting her was the worst thing he had ever done. Period.
... Maybe...
...Well he had done a lot of bad things, but trusting her was very bad. She had been the catalyst, if it hadn’t been for her then none of the other crap that happened to the world because of him would have happened. If he hadn’t trusted her then he’d never have killed Lilith. He never would have agreed to becoming Lucifer’s muppet. He never would have gone to hell. He never would have crawled back out and become soulless and he never would have hurt that waitress... If he hadn’t trusted Ruby...
...But he wanted to save Dean so badly that’s why he trusted her... He wanted to save Dean because Dean had-
Sam abruptly stopped that line of thought. He wasn’t really getting anywhere; just a sore ass from sitting in one spot so long and a whole lot of irritation.
Sam was startled out of his thoughts by a knock on the slightly ajar door. He looked over to see the blond head of Draco Malfoy, peering almost hesitantly in... Almost.
“May I come in?” the tall wizard asked politely.
Sam hesitated only a moment before nodding. He watched closely as Draco moved into the room. He had a peculiar way that he moved. Gliding and sinewy, almost liquid. It was no easy feat for a man to move like that. It had him wondering if that was something to do with the magic or just merely breeding.
“How are you feeling, Winchester?” Draco asked reservedly, but nicely enough. Which Sam found just down right creepy.
“Uh... yeah, I’m good,” Sam replied with a little shrug.
“I’m glad to hear that. I’ve promised your brother I’d check you over but first I feel I must do something,” Draco said stiffly. “If I don’t then Potter will give me a horribly soppy, desperate look that I simply cannot abide. You see, I said and did some things which I now realize to have been foolish. And regardless of the fact that you may not be aware of it, I must apologize for my behaviour the last several days. It was... juvenile and unnecessary. I find myself in a situation with which I am entirely unfamiliar and fear I have lashed out mistakenly.”
The room had just become very awkward and both men were feeling it. Sam coughed in an effort to release the tension then said, “Uh... accepted. I guess. For...um... whatever... it... was.”
Draco nodded stiffly, “Right then. Awkward moment passed. Now, let’s have a look.”
The blond wizard was suddenly all business as he approached Sam. As much as Sam hated to admit it, he felt slightly intimidated by the other man. As Dean never failed to inform him, Sam was not a small guy and it was really rather unusual to come across another man close to his own size.
Regardless of any situation Sam found himself in, usually he had his sheer size working to his advantage. Not in this case. He had little more than an inch on Malfoy and was sadly lacking any abilities he once had possessed. Sam knew he was as taut as a bow string and apparently Draco realized as well.
“I only bite with express permission, Winchester. You can relax,” Draco commented causing Sam to flush very slightly.
Draco placed one cool, dry hand on Sam’s chin, tilting the other man’s head up in order to see into his eyes. He twisted it gently left then right, inspected Sam’s tongue and felt his pulse.
“Are you a doctor or something?” Sam asked.
Draco pulled away and looked confused, “A doctor? Is that akin to a healer or is it a muggle professor? I’ve heard the word but...”
Sam was still shocked sometimes with this intelligent, worldly man opened his mouth and sounded like a clueless kid. How could he possibly not know such simple things? Were their worlds really so different?
“Um... it’s ah... both I guess. I meant the healer one,” Sam explained.
“You muggles have such confusing language sometimes,” Malfoy furrowed his brow. “But me? A healer? Merlin’s no, bodily fluids are revolting. I’m simply a father.”
Sam blinked, surprised at the revelation, “You have kids?”
Malfoy’s frown deepened, “Why is that so odd? I’m thirty-one years old. I started late compared to others I know, my child is only six. I have several school friends with children already enrolled in Hogwarts.”
“Huh, different world I guess,” Sam commented.
Now Malfoy looked at him as if he were an idiot, “Obviously Winchester. Now enough about that. I’m afraid this next part is going to be a slight bit uncomfortable. As you’ve already heard, I am a father and unfortunately only know one method to take a temperature, which I must check.”
Sam blanched, getting visions of anal probes and tried to back away, “Ah... that’s all-“
He was cut off abruptly when Malfoy leaned in and pressed a faint, light kiss smack dab in the middle of his forehead. Sam felt his cheeks go hot, and his body go stiff. It was over as soon as it started and not at all was Sam was expecting but much better than what he had been, but no less discomfiting.
Draco paused for a moment, staring down at Sam with hand under his chin still frowning, “Well, it does seem relatively normal... There was a bit of a spike for a moment but it evened out. I say you have a clean bill of health. Magic sickness is gone.”
Sam could only nod stiffly and stutter out a stilted, “Thanks.”
Draco took a step back, either not realizing or choosing not to comment on Sam’s embarrassment. Whichever it was the younger Winchester was grateful.
“Right then, I’ll be taking my leave. If you find you require anything, Potter and I are in the kitchen,” Draco turned and left the room without another glance.
Sam reached up and absently rubbed his forehead, pouting down at his shoes. That was weird. And here Sam thought that he and Dean had cornered the market on weird.
Sam reached over and turned his attention back to the dusty old tome he had abandoned earlier. He had a feeling this was going to be one crazy ride. The sooner this stupid job was over with, the better.
Chapter Six