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skylar0graceTitle: Fractured Hearts Trilogy: Part Two - Collision
Author: SkylarGrace
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It was bound to happen…
Spoilers: All of ‘Supernatural’ and ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’
Disclaimer: ‘Supernatural’ and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. No infringement intended. ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. No infringement intended.
The Impala drove down the lonely highway, its headlights the only source of light. As Sam Winchester drove, Dean Winchester took a swig of the bottle. He placed it back between his knees and once again picked up the tweezers.
“Try to drive properly this time!” Dean growled at his brother.
Sam took a deep breath and refrained from retorting. Dean winced in pain as he dug around the hole in his bicep with the tweezers. He pulled and the tweezers came free with a bullet between them.
“Damn amateurs,” Dean said. Sam remained silent.
They had been hunting a demon hell bent on taking over an entire town. Everything had been going well until two young men had stumbled upon them. They had insisted they were hunters. Dean and Sam went around one side of the house where the demon was holed up while the other two had gone around the other. Sam and Dean had sent the demon back to hell, with a degree of difficulty, when the other two had come racing into the room, one of them firing wildly. Dean had been hit in the arm and had been less than impressed. Sam had managed to get them to leave before Dean could do any real damage to them. Sam kept his eyes on the road; he wasn’t sure where they were headed, he had just driven out of town.
Dean took another swig and began wrapping the wound in the sleeve of his shirt which he had torn off for access. Sam glanced across at his brother in time to see him look up at the road ahead.
“Sam, look out!” he yelled.
Sam’s eyes snapped forward and he saw someone on the road in front of them. He slammed his foot on the brake and turned the wheel to the right to avoid them. The car slid along the road before resting heavily next to a tree.
“Damn it Sam!” Dean yelled.
Sam was stunned. They had come out of nowhere. He looked over at the now clear road. Had they run off? He looked back at Dean who held the heel of his hand to his forehead to stop the flow of blood. He hadn’t been wearing a seatbelt and had hit his head on the door. Sam looked down and undid his seatbelt and as he looked up he saw a shadow at Dean’s window. Dean glanced up in time to see the window break sending shards of glass down on him before darkness engulfed them both.
~
“Hey! Hey! Come on, wake up man!”
Dean opened his eyes slowly. As the room swam into view, Dean realised his arms were shackled above his head and he struggled to remember how he had ended up there. He remembered Sam crashing his car and…Sam! His head shot around, desperate to find his little brother. He ignored the “Oh, thank God!” that came from the man, looking the worse for wear, on his left and found Sam across the room on his right. There was a young woman shackled beside Sam, but the brunette looked very dead. There were several chains hanging from the ceiling and the floor was wet, with what, Dean wasn’t sure. There was only one door leading into the room. It looked like a very heavy concrete door which was no doubt locked from the outside.
“Sam!” Dean yelled across the room. Sam stirred at his brothers’ voice. Slowly, he lifted his head to look at the chains above him. He sighed and looked at Dean.
“Do you remember what happened?” Dean asked. Sam shook his head.
“Nope. I saw a shadow at your window, the glass broke, then nothing. Who’s that?” he asked, nodding his head at the man beside Dean. The man looked relieved that he was finally being acknowledged.
“I’m Ben. I’ve been here for two days I think.”
He noticed the Winchesters struggling to free themselves from the chains, their arms tugging on the chains trying to find a weak link. They both tried to add their body weight to the chains in the hope of breaking them but only succeeded in causing further injuries.
“I’ve already tried that,” Ben said with impatience. Dean continued to struggle with the chains, ignoring the man beside him and Sam looked across with compassion.
“How did you get here?” Sam asked.
“I’m not sure, I was driving out of town when someone walked out in front of me. I hit the brakes and the next thing I know, I’m chained here. She was already here.” He motioned toward the girl beside Sam. Sam looked to his left and carefully looked at the woman beside him.
“She’s…” Sam began. Dean stopped struggling and looked at Sam.
“Dead,” Ben said carefully. “She died yesterday. Said she didn’t remember how she got here. Same story. Was driving, someone walked out…She was sick. She kept coughing…” Ben trailed off. Sam gave him a small, sad smile and there was a short silence with each man lost in his thoughts, before Sam broke it.
“Has anyone come in here?”
Both Dean and Sam looked at Ben who shifted uncomfortably under their gaze. His eyes dropped to the floor beneath his feet which had suddenly become interesting. Dean, who was closest, spoke first.
“What did you see?” he asked, peering at Ben. Ben squirmed once more.
“You wouldn’t even believe me,” Ben said quietly, looking down at the floor.
“I think you would be surprised at what we believe,” Sam said.
Ben looked up at Sam as if searching for a semblance of truth in his eyes and sighed before he addressed him. “I’m not sure exactly. When I heard the door open I hung my head. I only glanced up once as it was shackling you up. It had its back to me but” he faltered momentarily, “it was some sort of monster. I’ve never seen anything like it before.” He dropped his head again.
“Ritual sacrifice?” Sam asked Dean.
Ben’s head shot up as he quizzically looked at the two men who not only believed the story he deemed crazy in his mind, but had thoughts on it.
“Probably,” Dean said, a little nonchalantly.
He once again pulled on his chains, using his weight to try to pull them from the ceiling. His wrists were starting to bruise and his already injured shoulder was in a lot of pain. As he once again pulled down on his chains, he heard a noise at the door and he looked over at Ben who had automatically dropped his head. Dean considered this action before deeming it redundant: it already knew he was there. If it was a sacrifice, they weren’t going to kill him before it was necessary. He looked across at Sam, who glanced at him before they both turned to the door.
The door slowly opened and two men walked in. One looked to be about thirty, with dark hair and white skin. The other looked barely 18 with blonde, spiked hair. It didn’t appear that either had seen the sun in a while. The older one was dragging in a woman whose head hung forward, her long blonde hair covering her face. She was wearing jeans and a baby blue singlet top which had a very large blood stain across the middle. The teen was hauling another young woman, taller than the first, with long brown hair. She had blood in the front of her hair from what appeared to be a head wound. The men seemed surprised to see Sam and Dean glowering at them.
“Hey! Do you want to let us go, man?” Dean asked, not expecting a reply in the affirmative.
The older man just looked at him and raised an eyebrow, not stopping in his task to chain up the blonde woman with the set of chains across from Ben. The teen unceremoniously hung up the brunette beside Sam, her head falling back in the process and the head wound becoming visible. He leaned forward and smelt her neck, emitting a low growl as he did and Sam felt the pit of his stomach drop as he realised the kid was a vampire. As the kid leant forward and licked her neck Sam struggled against his chains.
“Get your teeth off of her,” he yelled, still thrashing around. The older one turned to him.
“Hey, knock it off. We need them. We don’t want any other mistakes,” he said pointedly. He walked over and stood in between the brothers and both Sam and Dean eyed the man in front of them. As he walked to the brunette on Sam’s left, he turned around to the room.
“It won’t be long now,” he said with an unnerving grin.
“Don’t count your chickens,” Dean retorted.
The man just smiled and walked out the door, followed quickly by a very unhappy teen vampire and Dean and Sam could hear the door locking behind them. Sam took the opportunity to look around the room. They needed to find a way to escape. He started pulling on the chains again, knowing it was useless but not knowing what else to do. As he struggled, the woman beside him stirred, lifting her head and looked at the chains above her. She sighed.
“Damn. She’s gonna kill me,” Dawn said, pulling on the chains. “I wish I was back at Oxford.” She pulled again on the chains. “It’s not even Tuesday!” she said emphatically, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Dawn all of a sudden noticed someone was beside her. She turned her head and saw the questioning look in a young man’s eyes, a small smile on his lips. For a moment she was just staring at the gorgeous man beside her, before she realised his mouth was moving.
“Huh?” she said, a little sheepishly.
“Come here often?” he repeated, his small smile turning into a grin.
Dawn was glad she was held up by chains as she felt her knees go weak. Pulling herself together she shrugged.
“I’m used to it, though it has been a while,” she said offering a small smile.
She suddenly blushed as she realised what she had said and he suppressed a grin. She quickly turned back to her chains.
“How did you end up here?” he asked her. Dawn turned back to him and opened her mouth to reply when a thought hit her.
“Oh God! Buffy!” She turned frantically round in her chains and spotted Buffy slumped in her chains, blood covering her shirt. A lot of blood. How could she have been so stupid? Here she was going gaga over some guy and her sister was bleeding to death. Panic overwhelmed her as she frantically struggled.
At the sound of Buffy’s name, Dean’s head shot up. He didn’t notice Sam turn to him as he looked at the brunette turn around in her chains until she stopped at the blonde on her right and started frantically thrashing around. Dean took note of her slumped figure and the blood on her shirt. It was a lot. With a quiet panic, he pulled with all of his strength on his chains, ignoring the pain from his shoulder and now bleeding wrists.
Buffy woke to the sound of chains banging rather loudly around her. Frustrated, she went to move her hands and felt they were restrained, only then feeling they weight on her shoulders. Struggling to stand, she heard Dawn scream her name. Panic struck her as her eyes reluctantly flung open and she tilted her head up. The chains stopped moving and she was thankful for some release from the massive headache. She turned her head to the left and saw Dawn and a man and woman chained up. Focusing on Dawn she swallowed painfully.
“Dawnie, are you okay?” Still not able to take her full weight on her legs she struggled to stand, feeling a sharp pain in her stomach. Her eyes closed in pain and Dawn yelled at her again.
“Buffy! Stay with me.”
Finally gaining some perspective now that she knew Buffy wasn’t dead, she made a quick decision. Sam panicked momentarily as he saw Dawn’s head drop. He was about to yell out to her when he noticed her lips moving. She was praying? Struggling to hear her words, he noticed her hands had opened out and her head was slowly tilting up. He recognised the language as Latin and an orange spark leapt from the ends of her fingers and began to slowly encircle Buffy.
He looked across at Dean. His faced had paled and he looked slightly panicked but his eyes never left Buffy. When Sam looked back to Dawn, her head had flung back. Still chanting, the glow became brighter and brighter. With the final words, her head slumped forward, exhausted. Buffy’s head snapped up as she looked at Dawn. Sam saw panic sweep her face and knew that if Buffy was panicking, it wasn’t good.
Sam noticed Buffy look up at her chains and give a hard pull. A small speck of dust floated down and Sam was surprised. Another three pulls from Buffy and he heard a snap as the chains fell around her. She quickly made her way over to Dawn, seemingly oblivious to Sam and the rest of the room. She broke the long chains from around her wrists with somewhat ease as her hands moved to lift Dawn’s face up and she shook Dawn, calling her name. Dawn submitted a small groan and opened her eyes to Buffy’s with a small smile. Sam felt his panic subside.
“Feel better?” she asked in a small voice. Sam saw Buffy’s eyes narrow.
“You are so grounded!” Buffy replied, a small smile on her lips.
Sam shifted his weight to his other foot. The small movement made Buffy’s hands drop from Dawn’s face as she turned to him ready to fight. Sam opened his hands in surrender.
“Hey Buffy,” he said with a small, sheepish smile.
“Sam?” she queried, her face a mix of confusion and pain.
She saw his eyes quickly dart in front of him before landing back on her. She slowly turned around to see him standing almost behind her. She tried to read his face but all she saw was a blank expression.
“Dean,” she whispered.
Author: SkylarGrace
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It was bound to happen…
Spoilers: All of ‘Supernatural’ and ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’
Disclaimer: ‘Supernatural’ and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. No infringement intended. ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. No infringement intended.
Chapter One
We’re looking at what happens when worlds collide - Quentin Williams
We’re looking at what happens when worlds collide - Quentin Williams
The Impala drove down the lonely highway, its headlights the only source of light. As Sam Winchester drove, Dean Winchester took a swig of the bottle. He placed it back between his knees and once again picked up the tweezers.
“Try to drive properly this time!” Dean growled at his brother.
Sam took a deep breath and refrained from retorting. Dean winced in pain as he dug around the hole in his bicep with the tweezers. He pulled and the tweezers came free with a bullet between them.
“Damn amateurs,” Dean said. Sam remained silent.
They had been hunting a demon hell bent on taking over an entire town. Everything had been going well until two young men had stumbled upon them. They had insisted they were hunters. Dean and Sam went around one side of the house where the demon was holed up while the other two had gone around the other. Sam and Dean had sent the demon back to hell, with a degree of difficulty, when the other two had come racing into the room, one of them firing wildly. Dean had been hit in the arm and had been less than impressed. Sam had managed to get them to leave before Dean could do any real damage to them. Sam kept his eyes on the road; he wasn’t sure where they were headed, he had just driven out of town.
Dean took another swig and began wrapping the wound in the sleeve of his shirt which he had torn off for access. Sam glanced across at his brother in time to see him look up at the road ahead.
“Sam, look out!” he yelled.
Sam’s eyes snapped forward and he saw someone on the road in front of them. He slammed his foot on the brake and turned the wheel to the right to avoid them. The car slid along the road before resting heavily next to a tree.
“Damn it Sam!” Dean yelled.
Sam was stunned. They had come out of nowhere. He looked over at the now clear road. Had they run off? He looked back at Dean who held the heel of his hand to his forehead to stop the flow of blood. He hadn’t been wearing a seatbelt and had hit his head on the door. Sam looked down and undid his seatbelt and as he looked up he saw a shadow at Dean’s window. Dean glanced up in time to see the window break sending shards of glass down on him before darkness engulfed them both.
~
“Hey! Hey! Come on, wake up man!”
Dean opened his eyes slowly. As the room swam into view, Dean realised his arms were shackled above his head and he struggled to remember how he had ended up there. He remembered Sam crashing his car and…Sam! His head shot around, desperate to find his little brother. He ignored the “Oh, thank God!” that came from the man, looking the worse for wear, on his left and found Sam across the room on his right. There was a young woman shackled beside Sam, but the brunette looked very dead. There were several chains hanging from the ceiling and the floor was wet, with what, Dean wasn’t sure. There was only one door leading into the room. It looked like a very heavy concrete door which was no doubt locked from the outside.
“Sam!” Dean yelled across the room. Sam stirred at his brothers’ voice. Slowly, he lifted his head to look at the chains above him. He sighed and looked at Dean.
“Do you remember what happened?” Dean asked. Sam shook his head.
“Nope. I saw a shadow at your window, the glass broke, then nothing. Who’s that?” he asked, nodding his head at the man beside Dean. The man looked relieved that he was finally being acknowledged.
“I’m Ben. I’ve been here for two days I think.”
He noticed the Winchesters struggling to free themselves from the chains, their arms tugging on the chains trying to find a weak link. They both tried to add their body weight to the chains in the hope of breaking them but only succeeded in causing further injuries.
“I’ve already tried that,” Ben said with impatience. Dean continued to struggle with the chains, ignoring the man beside him and Sam looked across with compassion.
“How did you get here?” Sam asked.
“I’m not sure, I was driving out of town when someone walked out in front of me. I hit the brakes and the next thing I know, I’m chained here. She was already here.” He motioned toward the girl beside Sam. Sam looked to his left and carefully looked at the woman beside him.
“She’s…” Sam began. Dean stopped struggling and looked at Sam.
“Dead,” Ben said carefully. “She died yesterday. Said she didn’t remember how she got here. Same story. Was driving, someone walked out…She was sick. She kept coughing…” Ben trailed off. Sam gave him a small, sad smile and there was a short silence with each man lost in his thoughts, before Sam broke it.
“Has anyone come in here?”
Both Dean and Sam looked at Ben who shifted uncomfortably under their gaze. His eyes dropped to the floor beneath his feet which had suddenly become interesting. Dean, who was closest, spoke first.
“What did you see?” he asked, peering at Ben. Ben squirmed once more.
“You wouldn’t even believe me,” Ben said quietly, looking down at the floor.
“I think you would be surprised at what we believe,” Sam said.
Ben looked up at Sam as if searching for a semblance of truth in his eyes and sighed before he addressed him. “I’m not sure exactly. When I heard the door open I hung my head. I only glanced up once as it was shackling you up. It had its back to me but” he faltered momentarily, “it was some sort of monster. I’ve never seen anything like it before.” He dropped his head again.
“Ritual sacrifice?” Sam asked Dean.
Ben’s head shot up as he quizzically looked at the two men who not only believed the story he deemed crazy in his mind, but had thoughts on it.
“Probably,” Dean said, a little nonchalantly.
He once again pulled on his chains, using his weight to try to pull them from the ceiling. His wrists were starting to bruise and his already injured shoulder was in a lot of pain. As he once again pulled down on his chains, he heard a noise at the door and he looked over at Ben who had automatically dropped his head. Dean considered this action before deeming it redundant: it already knew he was there. If it was a sacrifice, they weren’t going to kill him before it was necessary. He looked across at Sam, who glanced at him before they both turned to the door.
The door slowly opened and two men walked in. One looked to be about thirty, with dark hair and white skin. The other looked barely 18 with blonde, spiked hair. It didn’t appear that either had seen the sun in a while. The older one was dragging in a woman whose head hung forward, her long blonde hair covering her face. She was wearing jeans and a baby blue singlet top which had a very large blood stain across the middle. The teen was hauling another young woman, taller than the first, with long brown hair. She had blood in the front of her hair from what appeared to be a head wound. The men seemed surprised to see Sam and Dean glowering at them.
“Hey! Do you want to let us go, man?” Dean asked, not expecting a reply in the affirmative.
The older man just looked at him and raised an eyebrow, not stopping in his task to chain up the blonde woman with the set of chains across from Ben. The teen unceremoniously hung up the brunette beside Sam, her head falling back in the process and the head wound becoming visible. He leaned forward and smelt her neck, emitting a low growl as he did and Sam felt the pit of his stomach drop as he realised the kid was a vampire. As the kid leant forward and licked her neck Sam struggled against his chains.
“Get your teeth off of her,” he yelled, still thrashing around. The older one turned to him.
“Hey, knock it off. We need them. We don’t want any other mistakes,” he said pointedly. He walked over and stood in between the brothers and both Sam and Dean eyed the man in front of them. As he walked to the brunette on Sam’s left, he turned around to the room.
“It won’t be long now,” he said with an unnerving grin.
“Don’t count your chickens,” Dean retorted.
The man just smiled and walked out the door, followed quickly by a very unhappy teen vampire and Dean and Sam could hear the door locking behind them. Sam took the opportunity to look around the room. They needed to find a way to escape. He started pulling on the chains again, knowing it was useless but not knowing what else to do. As he struggled, the woman beside him stirred, lifting her head and looked at the chains above her. She sighed.
“Damn. She’s gonna kill me,” Dawn said, pulling on the chains. “I wish I was back at Oxford.” She pulled again on the chains. “It’s not even Tuesday!” she said emphatically, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Dawn all of a sudden noticed someone was beside her. She turned her head and saw the questioning look in a young man’s eyes, a small smile on his lips. For a moment she was just staring at the gorgeous man beside her, before she realised his mouth was moving.
“Huh?” she said, a little sheepishly.
“Come here often?” he repeated, his small smile turning into a grin.
Dawn was glad she was held up by chains as she felt her knees go weak. Pulling herself together she shrugged.
“I’m used to it, though it has been a while,” she said offering a small smile.
She suddenly blushed as she realised what she had said and he suppressed a grin. She quickly turned back to her chains.
“How did you end up here?” he asked her. Dawn turned back to him and opened her mouth to reply when a thought hit her.
“Oh God! Buffy!” She turned frantically round in her chains and spotted Buffy slumped in her chains, blood covering her shirt. A lot of blood. How could she have been so stupid? Here she was going gaga over some guy and her sister was bleeding to death. Panic overwhelmed her as she frantically struggled.
At the sound of Buffy’s name, Dean’s head shot up. He didn’t notice Sam turn to him as he looked at the brunette turn around in her chains until she stopped at the blonde on her right and started frantically thrashing around. Dean took note of her slumped figure and the blood on her shirt. It was a lot. With a quiet panic, he pulled with all of his strength on his chains, ignoring the pain from his shoulder and now bleeding wrists.
Buffy woke to the sound of chains banging rather loudly around her. Frustrated, she went to move her hands and felt they were restrained, only then feeling they weight on her shoulders. Struggling to stand, she heard Dawn scream her name. Panic struck her as her eyes reluctantly flung open and she tilted her head up. The chains stopped moving and she was thankful for some release from the massive headache. She turned her head to the left and saw Dawn and a man and woman chained up. Focusing on Dawn she swallowed painfully.
“Dawnie, are you okay?” Still not able to take her full weight on her legs she struggled to stand, feeling a sharp pain in her stomach. Her eyes closed in pain and Dawn yelled at her again.
“Buffy! Stay with me.”
Finally gaining some perspective now that she knew Buffy wasn’t dead, she made a quick decision. Sam panicked momentarily as he saw Dawn’s head drop. He was about to yell out to her when he noticed her lips moving. She was praying? Struggling to hear her words, he noticed her hands had opened out and her head was slowly tilting up. He recognised the language as Latin and an orange spark leapt from the ends of her fingers and began to slowly encircle Buffy.
He looked across at Dean. His faced had paled and he looked slightly panicked but his eyes never left Buffy. When Sam looked back to Dawn, her head had flung back. Still chanting, the glow became brighter and brighter. With the final words, her head slumped forward, exhausted. Buffy’s head snapped up as she looked at Dawn. Sam saw panic sweep her face and knew that if Buffy was panicking, it wasn’t good.
Sam noticed Buffy look up at her chains and give a hard pull. A small speck of dust floated down and Sam was surprised. Another three pulls from Buffy and he heard a snap as the chains fell around her. She quickly made her way over to Dawn, seemingly oblivious to Sam and the rest of the room. She broke the long chains from around her wrists with somewhat ease as her hands moved to lift Dawn’s face up and she shook Dawn, calling her name. Dawn submitted a small groan and opened her eyes to Buffy’s with a small smile. Sam felt his panic subside.
“Feel better?” she asked in a small voice. Sam saw Buffy’s eyes narrow.
“You are so grounded!” Buffy replied, a small smile on her lips.
Sam shifted his weight to his other foot. The small movement made Buffy’s hands drop from Dawn’s face as she turned to him ready to fight. Sam opened his hands in surrender.
“Hey Buffy,” he said with a small, sheepish smile.
“Sam?” she queried, her face a mix of confusion and pain.
She saw his eyes quickly dart in front of him before landing back on her. She slowly turned around to see him standing almost behind her. She tried to read his face but all she saw was a blank expression.
“Dean,” she whispered.
