I am just a broken dream - SN/DA - pt2 - gen, PG13, AU
Title: I am just a broken dream
Chapter: ii
Fandom: “Supernatural”/“Dark Angel” crossover
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Dolly Parton.
Warnings: AU after season three for “Supernatural”
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 690
Point of view: third
chapter i
It’s a few weeks after Ben finds Sam and Dean when Dean goes outside for the first time. He’s used to Ben’s presence now and talks almost normally, and his eyes have only gone white once since the first night.
The sun is high and bright in a cloudless sky, and Sam doesn’t leave Dean’s side for the whole ten minutes they’re out of the house. Ben scouts the perimeter, wary for anything remotely threatening and it’s a total shock when the large man grabs him. No hint, no warning, just giant hands covering his mouth and bruising his arm.
Ben thrashes, trying to howl, but the man’s grip is tight and unmovable, eyes black as tar, stronger than Ben. So Ben goes limp, hoping to startle him into letting him go, but it doesn’t work. Nothing works, and suddenly, there are more, three men and two women, and one of them hisses, “Winchester’s brat. I can smell Dean on ‘im."
Ben hasn’t panicked this bad since Manticore killed Mom, and he’d be ashamed if he weren’t so terrified. He wants Mommy and the Dean in his memory and the Sam that protects Dean so fiercely.
And he gets them, Sam and Dean, silent and powerful, eyes sun-yellow and bone-white, ripping the strangers apart until only the one holding Ben and the women who spoke still live.
“Let him go,” Dean orders, blood and smoke in his voice and on his hands.
The woman whimpers in Sam’s grip, his fingers on her face. “I’m tired of you, Meg,” he murmurs. “You’re a cockroach that simply refuses to stay down."
“Sam,” she says. “Sam, I didn’t know. Please, I didn’t-”
Sam doesn’t say anything or move, but she screams and light flashes beneath her skin and then she falls to the ground as Sam turns his attention to the last one.
And Ben hasn’t looked away from Dean, Dean who glares at the man, something dark and quiet and cold in the air around him, fire and smoke and drying blood.
“Don’t,” the man yells hoarsely, fear in the word. “I’ll kill him!”
Dean’s eyes brighten to whiter than bone, and he says, “No, you won’t. You’ll let him go, gently, and step away.”
The man’s grip tightens and Ben’s breath hitches, but then his hands open and Ben jerks away, hitting his knees before lunging out of reach.
Sam kneels next to him, the yellow gone from his eyes. Ben’s trembling and Sam gathers him up, soothing him with nonsense sounds like Mom used to.
But Dean raises a hand as the man collapses, a white-hot light filling the air.
Ben buries his face in Sam’s neck and holds on.
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When Ben wakes up, Dean is on one side, his hand on Ben’s chest, and Sam on the other, his hand loosely wrapped around Ben’s wrist.
You think he’ll leave now? he hears Dean asks. I don’t want him to go, Sammy.
Ben is looking at Dean’s face, and Dean’s mouth doesn’t move.
“He’ll stay, Dean,” Sam says, and Ben feels the air of Sam’s exhale against his neck. “He’ll stay because he’s a Winchester.”
Dean smiles at Ben. “You’re safe now, Benny. We killed those scumbags forever.”
Please stay, Ben hears, clear in his mind. You’re mine. You and Sammy, you’re mine.
“What are you?” Ben asks. “What were they?”
Dean sits up, pulling away. Sam goes the other direction, leaving Ben alone on the bed. “I’m human,” Dean says. “So’s Sam. Those things were demons, monsters that’ve chased us our whole lives.”
Sam adds quietly, “They’ll be after you, too, Ben. You are Dean’s son.”
“No,” Ben says. “I’m his clone. Manticore made me.”
Dean shrugs. “Whatever. You’re mine either way, my blood. My son.”
Silence falls, as Ben looks from Dean to Sam. They stand, waiting for him to choose.
Ben had a mom before he became a soldier. He loved her-he loves her.
“So, Dad,” he says. “Can we find some more monsters to kill?”
Dean-Dad’s smile fills his face, and he looks younger. Sam smiles, too, and he says, “Let’s get breakfast.”
chapter iii