August 15-Hank the Hunter
Title: Hank the Hunter
Author: Skylar0Grace
Rating: FR7
Word count: 2112
Crossover: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Buffy Summers
Written for: TtH August Fic A Day Challenge
Disclaimer: 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' belongs to Joss Whedon. 'Supernatural' belongs to Eric Kripke. I'm just playing in the sandbox.
Summary: "For the last decade, he had been chasing the demon intent on destroying his family-his bloodline."
Notes: The first fic I ever wrote. It was a challenge from someone (Tanydwr, I believe) but I didn't end up posting it. Now's as good a time as any.
“Okay, so what have we got?” Hank Summers asked, as Sam set up his laptop on the table and Dean flopped himself down on one of the beds.
“Three men have gone missing, all from the area and all connected to a single property-the old Collins farm. One man was a surveyor for the property, one a real estate agent coming to look at it, and the other a potential buyer. Two of the three cars were found on Grent Road out the back of town, the third hasn’t even turned up. This morning I looked into some local legends as well as old newspaper reports and I found one that might be a match.
"Along Grent Road is mostly farms though the older ones aren’t even in use anymore. One particular farm was owned by a Mr Ralph Collins back in 1903. His wife went missing that year and the searchers found nothing. Her husband led the hunt for her and seemed to have been actively involved in the whole thing.
"The story now, is that Collins hacked his wife to death when she tried to leave him, burying her body underneath his porch, and that she punishes other men who try to hurt her. I’m thinking if she really is buried under the porch, she may be killing anyone whom she deems a threat to the property.”
Dean looked clearly amused. “So, we go down there and burn the place to the ground huh Sammy?”
“A) I don’t know how close we’d get if that’s the case and B) we’d probably need to find her actual bones Dean.”
“Well, I say we get going and see if we can’t get us a ghost.”
Hank smiled as he watched the two brothers interact and knew John was proud of them. Knowing John like he did, he probably wouldn’t have told them as much, but it didn’t make it any less true.
Dean drove them out to the farm and Hank noticed that, despite the empty food wrappers in the backseat, Dean loved the car. He had done a fantastic job in restoring it and the engine sounded good. Hank remembered when John had first gotten the car-he’d decided on it based off of the recommendation of a man who’d loved the car and had pointed out its assets to him. Hank nearly laughed when he thought about how close John had been to buying a van.
As they neared the property, all three men noticed the signs that there was a ghost nearby. Halfway down the drive the Impala stalled and Dean cursed loudly. They assembled their weapons and began walking down the drive, eyes darting all over the property.
Hank eyed the porch that wrapped around the house. “Alright, I think we’ll be looking for loose boards or at least something looser than it should be.”
A woman appeared on the porch in front of the window and watched them approach. Dean didn’t even hesitate as he pulled up his gun and fired off a round as they ran toward the house. Sam leapt up and began testing boards along it when a small hand grabbed him by the throat and threw him off the porch. Sam fired but she’d already left.
Knowing his brother would call for help if he needed it, Dean ignored the sound of gunfire and continued searching for the boards. His foot struck several degraded boards before hitting loose ones and he knelt down and began ripping them up, slowly revealing a partially buried skeleton. Dean felt, rather than saw, her presence appear and he looked up in time to see her reach down and push him off the porch, his body landing several metres from the bones.
“I got ‘em,” Dean yelled as he squared off against her, his gun raised.
She didn’t move so Dean squeezed off another round and reached for the salt in his pocket. He heard Hank and Sam come from opposite sides of the porch and he jumped back up and began pouring salt over the bones.
Sam rounded the corner in time to see Dean drop a lit match through the porch and looked back toward the house as a short, shrill scream was heard.
~
Hank laughed and took a gulp of the beer in front of him, enjoying the downtime he had been denied in years. He could momentarily forget about the demon persecuting his bloodline and the rift that had been caused between his daughters and himself. Dean opened his mouth to continue with his story when they were interrupted by Hank’s phone ringing. Hank looked down and recognised the familiar number before he excused himself from the table and headed outside, the cool breeze a welcome change from the stagnant air inside the pub.
“Bobby?”
“Hi, Hank, glad to hear that you're back in the country. Look, I don’t have good news. You’re with Dean and Sam, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, they’re just inside.”
Inside, Dean watched the door that Hank let close behind him. He looked over at Sam and gave him a quick nod. Sam reluctantly nodded back and they both stood and moved swiftly toward the door.
“Listen, John was keeping in touch with me, letting me know he wasn’t dead, but he missed his scheduled call in. I know I shouldn’t be worried this early but I just have a bad feeling. John said if anything happened, to let you know first.”
“Thanks. Did he want me to follow him?”
“I don’t know. He asked you to keep Dean and Sam off of his trail-he doesn’t want the boys anywhere near there.”
“I know, Bobby, but they’re good Hunters, they could help.”
“I love those boys like my own sons and I agree with John on this; they shouldn’t be chasing this demon. He shouldn’t get all three of them.”
“Bobby, I care about the boys as much as you but when they find out that we hid their father’s disappearance they’ll go after him on their own and we won’t be able to stop them.”
Hank mentally cursed when he heard a hardened voice behind him.
“You’re damn right you won’t.”
Hank turned around and heard Bobby curse from his end. Behind him he saw Dean with his arms crossed over his chest and Sam standing beside him looking curious.
“It’s out of my hands now, Bobby. Call me back in ten.”
Hank hung up his mobile and looked toward Dean and Sam. The silence stretched out as none of the men moved from their spots. Hank hadn’t even heard them exit the bar and he could tell by looking at their faces that they had heard most of his conversation. Dean looked so much like his father in that moment that it frightened Hank to see such a resemblance. Sam looked like a confused and hurt kid and just a splash of John shining through; he was still mostly Mary’s boy. Hank gave a deep sigh and motioned for them to follow him.
~
The three men sat at the small table in Hank’s room and the two younger waited for the older man to speak.
“John asked me to keep an eye on you boys.”
Sam looked deeply affronted and Dean just waited for Hank to continue with one raised eyebrow.
“He’d managed to get some info which’d narrow the playing field dramatically and he didn’t want you caught in the crossfire. I only just got in the country so I haven’t been keeping tabs on you or anything. In fact, I wasn’t even expecting you until today.”
“Bobby?” Dean asked shortly.
“Bobby was keeping in contact with John but he missed his last scheduled call. I know he sometimes does that,” Hank said, ignoring Dean’s slight scoff, “but Bobby is worried and that should say something.”
As if on cue, Hank’s mobile rang and he answered it, placing it on speaker phone. “Bobby, you’re on speaker phone,” he warned his friend. They heard Bobby sigh.
“Hi, Dean, Sam.”
“What can you tell us, Bobby?” Sam asked, trying to diffuse the tension.
“I don’t know where he was, he was tight lipped about it,” Bobby said, with a small trace of bitterness to his voice. “But I can tell you where he started and you may be able to get something to track him with.”
“Go ahead, Bobby,” Hank coaxed.
“The last person he saw -”
“Was the Slayer,” Hank finished. There was a small silence and Dean and Sam looked at him surprised. “Where is she?”
“Cleveland. Ash found her at an exclusive prep school there. Apparently she runs it and he thinks it’s where she’s training the ‘newbies’.”
Hank had a sinking feeling in his gut. If his eldest daughter had indeed been a potential she would have gotten her abilities and may be at the school. His only possible solace was that his informant had told him she was teaching which she probably wouldn’t be doing if she was now a Slayer. Hank was broken out of his thought by the sound of Dean’s voice.
“We’ll head out there now, Bobby. Send through the address to Sam and we’ll let you know what we get.” Dean’s voice was cold and steely and Bobby gave a small sigh before saying goodbye and hanging up.
“Dean, we’re sorry that-”
“Don’t, Hank. This has Dad written all over it.”
Sam looked at his brother. They had not long ago left Cassie’s and Sam had seen the emotional effect that that had had on Dean. Sam had seen closure behind his brother’s façade and he knew that, although they had parted amicably this time, there would be a scar for a while. Dean looked a little drained and Sam was aware that if he tried to talk to Dean about his feelings now, he just might not have the strength to fend him off and may just give in.
“Alright, grab your bags, boys, and let’s get going.”
Hank began packing his bag and watched out of the corner of his eye as Dean and Sam walked out of his room. He felt for Dean and Sam but he also knew why John had done what he had. No matter how old or well trained they were, they were still his sons and no parent wants to outlive their child. John would do anything to protect those boys.
~
“Can we trust him?” Sam asked. Dean gave his younger brother a quick look detecting the worry in his voice.
“Dad trusted Hank to watch us. I don’t think he would have trusted just anyone to do that. Besides, he’s a good man-I trust him but I can’t tell you whether or not you should. It’s up to you.”
Dean continued to watch the lights of the car in front of him as Sam thought about it.
“What do you know about this Slayer?” Dean asked. Sam sat up straighter and seemed a little more at ease.
“Mystical warrior for good or something like that. She has the strength and skill to hunt all sorts of demons, primarily vampires, and is considered a protector of mankind. Most demons and Hunters believe she is a myth however; something designed to frighten them into submission. Sort of a bogeyman.”
“Is she dangerous?”
Sam shook his head. “No, not to anyone on our side. There is actually a line of Slayers. When one dies, the next is called and they usually don’t live for long at all, a couple of years at most. There is a rumour that the current Slayer found a way to activate all of the potential Slayers, tipping the scale in our favour. I wouldn’t really have put much stock in it but they say the Slayer has been active for more than ten years now. She’s the longest living Slayer and the best they’ve had, I think.”
“Is she any good? I mean, is she just a glorified Hunter?”
Sam laughed. “Dean, she could kick our arses a hundred times over. If she’s real, and I’m beginning to think she is, she will probably be the best person we could know. She could help us take down this demon, Dean. She could help win this war.”
Dean looked out of the windshield, watching the few stray drops of water land on it and run down the glass. It was beginning to get light and Dean knew that the sun would be up in no time. He continued to follow Hank’s car toward Cleveland and wondered if this warrior woman actually existed. Was she able to help their Dad?
Author: Skylar0Grace
Rating: FR7
Word count: 2112
Crossover: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Buffy Summers
Written for: TtH August Fic A Day Challenge
Disclaimer: 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' belongs to Joss Whedon. 'Supernatural' belongs to Eric Kripke. I'm just playing in the sandbox.
Summary: "For the last decade, he had been chasing the demon intent on destroying his family-his bloodline."
Notes: The first fic I ever wrote. It was a challenge from someone (Tanydwr, I believe) but I didn't end up posting it. Now's as good a time as any.
“Okay, so what have we got?” Hank Summers asked, as Sam set up his laptop on the table and Dean flopped himself down on one of the beds.
“Three men have gone missing, all from the area and all connected to a single property-the old Collins farm. One man was a surveyor for the property, one a real estate agent coming to look at it, and the other a potential buyer. Two of the three cars were found on Grent Road out the back of town, the third hasn’t even turned up. This morning I looked into some local legends as well as old newspaper reports and I found one that might be a match.
"Along Grent Road is mostly farms though the older ones aren’t even in use anymore. One particular farm was owned by a Mr Ralph Collins back in 1903. His wife went missing that year and the searchers found nothing. Her husband led the hunt for her and seemed to have been actively involved in the whole thing.
"The story now, is that Collins hacked his wife to death when she tried to leave him, burying her body underneath his porch, and that she punishes other men who try to hurt her. I’m thinking if she really is buried under the porch, she may be killing anyone whom she deems a threat to the property.”
Dean looked clearly amused. “So, we go down there and burn the place to the ground huh Sammy?”
“A) I don’t know how close we’d get if that’s the case and B) we’d probably need to find her actual bones Dean.”
“Well, I say we get going and see if we can’t get us a ghost.”
Hank smiled as he watched the two brothers interact and knew John was proud of them. Knowing John like he did, he probably wouldn’t have told them as much, but it didn’t make it any less true.
Dean drove them out to the farm and Hank noticed that, despite the empty food wrappers in the backseat, Dean loved the car. He had done a fantastic job in restoring it and the engine sounded good. Hank remembered when John had first gotten the car-he’d decided on it based off of the recommendation of a man who’d loved the car and had pointed out its assets to him. Hank nearly laughed when he thought about how close John had been to buying a van.
As they neared the property, all three men noticed the signs that there was a ghost nearby. Halfway down the drive the Impala stalled and Dean cursed loudly. They assembled their weapons and began walking down the drive, eyes darting all over the property.
Hank eyed the porch that wrapped around the house. “Alright, I think we’ll be looking for loose boards or at least something looser than it should be.”
A woman appeared on the porch in front of the window and watched them approach. Dean didn’t even hesitate as he pulled up his gun and fired off a round as they ran toward the house. Sam leapt up and began testing boards along it when a small hand grabbed him by the throat and threw him off the porch. Sam fired but she’d already left.
Knowing his brother would call for help if he needed it, Dean ignored the sound of gunfire and continued searching for the boards. His foot struck several degraded boards before hitting loose ones and he knelt down and began ripping them up, slowly revealing a partially buried skeleton. Dean felt, rather than saw, her presence appear and he looked up in time to see her reach down and push him off the porch, his body landing several metres from the bones.
“I got ‘em,” Dean yelled as he squared off against her, his gun raised.
She didn’t move so Dean squeezed off another round and reached for the salt in his pocket. He heard Hank and Sam come from opposite sides of the porch and he jumped back up and began pouring salt over the bones.
Sam rounded the corner in time to see Dean drop a lit match through the porch and looked back toward the house as a short, shrill scream was heard.
~
Hank laughed and took a gulp of the beer in front of him, enjoying the downtime he had been denied in years. He could momentarily forget about the demon persecuting his bloodline and the rift that had been caused between his daughters and himself. Dean opened his mouth to continue with his story when they were interrupted by Hank’s phone ringing. Hank looked down and recognised the familiar number before he excused himself from the table and headed outside, the cool breeze a welcome change from the stagnant air inside the pub.
“Bobby?”
“Hi, Hank, glad to hear that you're back in the country. Look, I don’t have good news. You’re with Dean and Sam, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, they’re just inside.”
Inside, Dean watched the door that Hank let close behind him. He looked over at Sam and gave him a quick nod. Sam reluctantly nodded back and they both stood and moved swiftly toward the door.
“Listen, John was keeping in touch with me, letting me know he wasn’t dead, but he missed his scheduled call in. I know I shouldn’t be worried this early but I just have a bad feeling. John said if anything happened, to let you know first.”
“Thanks. Did he want me to follow him?”
“I don’t know. He asked you to keep Dean and Sam off of his trail-he doesn’t want the boys anywhere near there.”
“I know, Bobby, but they’re good Hunters, they could help.”
“I love those boys like my own sons and I agree with John on this; they shouldn’t be chasing this demon. He shouldn’t get all three of them.”
“Bobby, I care about the boys as much as you but when they find out that we hid their father’s disappearance they’ll go after him on their own and we won’t be able to stop them.”
Hank mentally cursed when he heard a hardened voice behind him.
“You’re damn right you won’t.”
Hank turned around and heard Bobby curse from his end. Behind him he saw Dean with his arms crossed over his chest and Sam standing beside him looking curious.
“It’s out of my hands now, Bobby. Call me back in ten.”
Hank hung up his mobile and looked toward Dean and Sam. The silence stretched out as none of the men moved from their spots. Hank hadn’t even heard them exit the bar and he could tell by looking at their faces that they had heard most of his conversation. Dean looked so much like his father in that moment that it frightened Hank to see such a resemblance. Sam looked like a confused and hurt kid and just a splash of John shining through; he was still mostly Mary’s boy. Hank gave a deep sigh and motioned for them to follow him.
~
The three men sat at the small table in Hank’s room and the two younger waited for the older man to speak.
“John asked me to keep an eye on you boys.”
Sam looked deeply affronted and Dean just waited for Hank to continue with one raised eyebrow.
“He’d managed to get some info which’d narrow the playing field dramatically and he didn’t want you caught in the crossfire. I only just got in the country so I haven’t been keeping tabs on you or anything. In fact, I wasn’t even expecting you until today.”
“Bobby?” Dean asked shortly.
“Bobby was keeping in contact with John but he missed his last scheduled call. I know he sometimes does that,” Hank said, ignoring Dean’s slight scoff, “but Bobby is worried and that should say something.”
As if on cue, Hank’s mobile rang and he answered it, placing it on speaker phone. “Bobby, you’re on speaker phone,” he warned his friend. They heard Bobby sigh.
“Hi, Dean, Sam.”
“What can you tell us, Bobby?” Sam asked, trying to diffuse the tension.
“I don’t know where he was, he was tight lipped about it,” Bobby said, with a small trace of bitterness to his voice. “But I can tell you where he started and you may be able to get something to track him with.”
“Go ahead, Bobby,” Hank coaxed.
“The last person he saw -”
“Was the Slayer,” Hank finished. There was a small silence and Dean and Sam looked at him surprised. “Where is she?”
“Cleveland. Ash found her at an exclusive prep school there. Apparently she runs it and he thinks it’s where she’s training the ‘newbies’.”
Hank had a sinking feeling in his gut. If his eldest daughter had indeed been a potential she would have gotten her abilities and may be at the school. His only possible solace was that his informant had told him she was teaching which she probably wouldn’t be doing if she was now a Slayer. Hank was broken out of his thought by the sound of Dean’s voice.
“We’ll head out there now, Bobby. Send through the address to Sam and we’ll let you know what we get.” Dean’s voice was cold and steely and Bobby gave a small sigh before saying goodbye and hanging up.
“Dean, we’re sorry that-”
“Don’t, Hank. This has Dad written all over it.”
Sam looked at his brother. They had not long ago left Cassie’s and Sam had seen the emotional effect that that had had on Dean. Sam had seen closure behind his brother’s façade and he knew that, although they had parted amicably this time, there would be a scar for a while. Dean looked a little drained and Sam was aware that if he tried to talk to Dean about his feelings now, he just might not have the strength to fend him off and may just give in.
“Alright, grab your bags, boys, and let’s get going.”
Hank began packing his bag and watched out of the corner of his eye as Dean and Sam walked out of his room. He felt for Dean and Sam but he also knew why John had done what he had. No matter how old or well trained they were, they were still his sons and no parent wants to outlive their child. John would do anything to protect those boys.
~
“Can we trust him?” Sam asked. Dean gave his younger brother a quick look detecting the worry in his voice.
“Dad trusted Hank to watch us. I don’t think he would have trusted just anyone to do that. Besides, he’s a good man-I trust him but I can’t tell you whether or not you should. It’s up to you.”
Dean continued to watch the lights of the car in front of him as Sam thought about it.
“What do you know about this Slayer?” Dean asked. Sam sat up straighter and seemed a little more at ease.
“Mystical warrior for good or something like that. She has the strength and skill to hunt all sorts of demons, primarily vampires, and is considered a protector of mankind. Most demons and Hunters believe she is a myth however; something designed to frighten them into submission. Sort of a bogeyman.”
“Is she dangerous?”
Sam shook his head. “No, not to anyone on our side. There is actually a line of Slayers. When one dies, the next is called and they usually don’t live for long at all, a couple of years at most. There is a rumour that the current Slayer found a way to activate all of the potential Slayers, tipping the scale in our favour. I wouldn’t really have put much stock in it but they say the Slayer has been active for more than ten years now. She’s the longest living Slayer and the best they’ve had, I think.”
“Is she any good? I mean, is she just a glorified Hunter?”
Sam laughed. “Dean, she could kick our arses a hundred times over. If she’s real, and I’m beginning to think she is, she will probably be the best person we could know. She could help us take down this demon, Dean. She could help win this war.”
Dean looked out of the windshield, watching the few stray drops of water land on it and run down the glass. It was beginning to get light and Dean knew that the sun would be up in no time. He continued to follow Hank’s car toward Cleveland and wondered if this warrior woman actually existed. Was she able to help their Dad?