they said he was a dangerous man - SN/The Crow crossover - PG
Title: they said he was a dangerous man
Fandom: “Supernatural”/The Crow crossover
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from “Independence Day” performed by Martina McBride.
Warnings: spoilers for “Bloody Mary”
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 460
Point of view: third
Dedication:
sadelyrate, who requested this crossover
Dad took them to Detroit the fall of the year before Dean graduated. Sam immersed himself in school, ignoring the crime-strewn streets around them. Dean never left Sam alone the whole five months they were there, except for three consecutive nights.
The week prior to Halloween, Sam noticed that Dean kept waking up. Dean never had nightmares, unlike Sam, so Sam found it worrisome. Dean just blew off his concerns.
Then on Halloween night-Dad away on his hunt, fourth day in a row-Dean sat Sam on the couch and said, “Do not leave the apartment. Keep the door and windows locked and salted. Do not let anyone in-if someone tries to force their way in, shoot them.” Dean gripped Sam’s chin, looking him eye-to-eye. “Do you understand?”
Dean was so solemn it frightened Sam. “Where’re you goin’?”
His brother just repeated, “Sammy. Do you understand?”
Sam nodded and Dean left.
Dean came back at dawn, the stench of fire and blood clinging to him. He didn’t explain anything and Sam worried in silence.
November first followed in the same fashion, then the anniversary of Mom’s death. Dad called but Sam said nothing of his concerns.
Sam watched the news and read the paper-someone dubbed ‘The Crow’ had killed all three nights, but only criminals. He had no idea if it was Dean or not, and could think of no way to ask.
But as dusk drew near on the third, Dean made no move to leave. He sat beside Sam on the couch and asked, “What’re we watchin’?”
Sam considered asking for a single heartbeat, but instead told his brother, “A documentary about tigers.”
“Tigers? Awesome.”
They left Detroit on the tenth, Dad’s hunt successful. Sam was not sorry to go.
He never thought long of the three nights he spent alone while The Crow-whoever that might be-stalked the streets, stealing lives.
Soon his worries seemed unfounded, so he let them go.
When Dean’s eyes bled, Sam wondered. He thought about those years of separation; he remembered childhood, reconsidering secrets.
He decided it must have been Detroit. But couldn’t think of a way to ask, so he never did.
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Dean remembers Detroit in a fever. Nothing sticks out in his mind-it’s all foggy and hazy and confused.
He doesn’t know what happened those nights, and he can’t recall the dreams that chased him onto the streets.
His suspicions, though, make accepting Sam’s death-visions easier.
He remembers a large black bird; his research labels it a crow. He remembers a kind, laughing voice that told him It can’t rain all the time.
But the only vibrant, lasting memory of their handful of months in Detroit is sitting beside Sam and watching a show about tigers, feeling at peace.