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trillianastra) wrote2010-04-05 09:27 pm
trillianastra) wrote2010-04-05 09:27 pm
FIC: Devil's Spoke [Supernatural/BSG fusion, gen, PG-13]
Title: Devil’s Spoke
Fandoms: Supernatural/BSG fusion
Characters: Kara Thrace, Sam Anders, Leoben, Dean Winchester, Castiel
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: an ex-navy pilot, a former football star, and a somewhat crazy holy man hunt things that go bump in the night
Summary: Leoben received a Revelation that sends him, Kara and Anders to find Dean’s grave. Starts pre-“Lazarus Rising”, goes AU from there.
A/N: Look, it just…. Oh, never mind. Title is a Laura Marling song, if you’re interested.
“Leo!” Kara yelled out of the open window of the SUV. “We need to know where we’re going, here...”
The holy man sitting cross-legged on the grass a short distance away called back.
“Revelation cannot be hurried, Kara,” he said before going back to his meditation.
Kara turned to her other partner, Anders, and scowled. “How does he do that?”
“How does he do what?” Anders replied with a weary sigh.
“Sound so calm like that! Doesn’t he know we’re on a timeline here?”
“First, I think it’s called ‘patience’. And I think he probably does know, seeing as he’s the one who put us on the timetable in the first place.”
Kara did not look amused. “Yeah, yeah… smartass…” She shifted in her seat, then jumped when Leo appeared suddenly at the window. “Agh! Leoben, what’ve I said about sneaking up on me like that?”
He frowned. “But I didn’t….”
“Oh, I am so putting a bell on you…” Kara started, but Anders interrupted her.
“Never mind Kara’s twitchy nerves, do you know where we need to be?”
“I do. The rising will happen soon,” Leoben said, before rattling off a string of directions. Anders nodded. “OK, that’s pretty close to where we are now… how long have we got?”
“A few hours at least. We should hurry.”
“Get in, then, we can make a move.”
As Leoben climbed into the backseat of the SUV, Kara twisted around in her seat. “What’s happening tonight, anyway? I’ve been looking for omens around here, but there’s nothing.”
“It is as I said. In a few hours Lazarus will rise. He is an important part of the events that will follow, and we must be there to help him. Or would you rather we allow a man to dig his way out of his grave, alone in a strange place?”
Kara blinked. “Seriously? An actual resurrection?”
“Yes.”
“Anyone I know?”
“He is one of the Winchesters.”
Kara and Anders looked at each other, then both stared at Leoben. “The Winchesters?” Anders said. “I guess that story was true…”
“Yeah,” Kara agreed. “Um, we should probably get moving. Wouldn’t want to miss our meeting with destiny…”
“I’m on it.” Anders started to drive towards the spot Leoben’s source had pointed out. When they arrived at the right place, Leoben looked out of the window and said, “Stop. We have arrived.”
“This?” Kara wrinkled her nose. “Doesn’t look like much. I thought it’d be a cemetery, at least…”
“Nah,” Anders replied, “this is the Winchesters… I’m pretty sure that to be buried in a cemetery, you need to actually exist in the system.”
“Good point,” she conceded, remembering the time when they’d tried to find the Winchesters – thinking that they could help with a hunt – by tracking them through social security. All that had turned up was a record for a John and Mary Winchester that hadn’t been open since 1983. The police databases had provided more information – the family was wanted for a whole list of crimes – but none of it useful.
Anders took one more look outside, parked the SUV on the side of the road, and turned off the engine. Then he and Kara grabbed the shovels that they kept in the trunk, and followed Leoben’s directions to the grave site. The holy man followed more slowly, carrying a bottle of water and a package of beef jerky.
The grave turned out to be easy to find. Whoever had done the burying had left a makeshift cross at the head. They paused for a minute or so as Leoben confirmed that this was the spot, and when he nodded Kara and Anders started removing the topsoil, lightly.
They abandoned the shovels after the first foot-and-a-half, when Kara’s caught on the hem of a shirt. They scooped out the rest with their hands, gently, slowly revealing the grave’s occupant. When they were done, they stood up and looked down at him. One thing struck them.
“Leo,” Kara asked, “how long has this guy been dead?”
“Three months or so.”
“Shouldn’t he be more… y’know, dead-looking? This guy looks like he died yesterday.”
Anders looked thoughtful. “However this guy gets resurrected… whatever does it, I mean… that’s why he looks this way, isn’t it?”
“You’re right. His body has been prepared.”
“So… what do we do now?”
“We wait.”
So they waited. Anders built a small fire, Leoben meditated, and Kara spent her time pacing around, occasionally going back to the SUV to check on it. It was a couple of hours later when the three of them felt something that none of them could really describe, and gathered around the place where they’d laid the body out on a blanket. As they watched, the former dead body gasped, opened his eyes, and burst into a fit of coughing.
Anders helped him get up into a sitting position, and Leoben handed him the bottle of water. Once he’d finished drinking, he eyed them all warily.
“Who the hell are you people?”
Kara crouched next to him. “Name’s Kara. The guy next to you is Sam Anders, my husband. This guy,” she indicated Leoben, “is Leoben, he’s kind of a… holy man. He’s the reason we’re here.”
“Dean Winchester. Why are you here?”
“To get you out of your grave. Someone Upstairs wants you back among the living… they passed a message through Leoben to get us here to… help you out.”
“I was dead…”
“Yeah. Sorry ‘bout that.”
“There’s someone I need to find… my brother…”
“Uh-huh. Well, I guess we can help you do that. First, though, you need to get some food in you. And we have spare clothes, if you want to change.”
“That’d be good.”
They gave Dean the clean clothes – old jeans and a shirt of Anders’ – and he got changed inside the SUV. Then he drank more of the water and tore into the beef jerky that Leoben handed him. They were getting ready to leave when the SUV’s radio started to screech.
“Oh, that can’t be good,” Anders said.
Leoben looked frantic. “Something’s coming. Something powerful…”
“What?”
“We have to go. Right now. We need to leave.”
Kara and Anders looked at each other. “Do we have any hideouts around here?” Kara said.
“I can think of one…”
“Good, we make for there.”
Dean interrupted. “Uh, what’s going on? Does your holy friend always act like this?”
“Only when it’s really, really serious,” Kara said. “Now get in the car, we’re leaving.”
They bundled into the car and Anders drove as fast as he dared to the hideout he remembered – a barn located on a farm owned by someone sympathetic, that could be reached by a back road. Soon they arrived, and ran for the barn, Kara keeping an eye on Dean and Anders carrying their emergency kitbag.
It was Kara who stepped inside first. “Holy crap,” she said. “Look at that…”
Dean whistled. “Oh, that’s not good…”
The walls inside the barn were covered with strange sigils. When Leoben saw them, his eyes widened. “On the contrary. These are Enochian sigils.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Kara almost yelled.
“The language used by angels.”
“…huh?”
Anders touched her shoulder. “Kara, we’ll figure it out later. Get inside.”
Reluctantly, Kara walked inside, eyeing the walls warily. The others followed her. Anders had just dropped his kitbag when they all heard a loud noise, like a thunderclap, and turned around.
What they saw was a man in a tan trenchcoat, walking towards them. His expression didn’t fill any of them with confidence.
The man told them that his name was Castiel, and he was an angel, and that he was the one who had pulled Dean back from death. Kara’s and Anders’ first instincts were to look to Leoben. He just nodded, and they knew that whatever was going to happen next was going to be tough.
Fandoms: Supernatural/BSG fusion
Characters: Kara Thrace, Sam Anders, Leoben, Dean Winchester, Castiel
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: an ex-navy pilot, a former football star, and a somewhat crazy holy man hunt things that go bump in the night
Summary: Leoben received a Revelation that sends him, Kara and Anders to find Dean’s grave. Starts pre-“Lazarus Rising”, goes AU from there.
A/N: Look, it just…. Oh, never mind. Title is a Laura Marling song, if you’re interested.
“Leo!” Kara yelled out of the open window of the SUV. “We need to know where we’re going, here...”
The holy man sitting cross-legged on the grass a short distance away called back.
“Revelation cannot be hurried, Kara,” he said before going back to his meditation.
Kara turned to her other partner, Anders, and scowled. “How does he do that?”
“How does he do what?” Anders replied with a weary sigh.
“Sound so calm like that! Doesn’t he know we’re on a timeline here?”
“First, I think it’s called ‘patience’. And I think he probably does know, seeing as he’s the one who put us on the timetable in the first place.”
Kara did not look amused. “Yeah, yeah… smartass…” She shifted in her seat, then jumped when Leo appeared suddenly at the window. “Agh! Leoben, what’ve I said about sneaking up on me like that?”
He frowned. “But I didn’t….”
“Oh, I am so putting a bell on you…” Kara started, but Anders interrupted her.
“Never mind Kara’s twitchy nerves, do you know where we need to be?”
“I do. The rising will happen soon,” Leoben said, before rattling off a string of directions. Anders nodded. “OK, that’s pretty close to where we are now… how long have we got?”
“A few hours at least. We should hurry.”
“Get in, then, we can make a move.”
As Leoben climbed into the backseat of the SUV, Kara twisted around in her seat. “What’s happening tonight, anyway? I’ve been looking for omens around here, but there’s nothing.”
“It is as I said. In a few hours Lazarus will rise. He is an important part of the events that will follow, and we must be there to help him. Or would you rather we allow a man to dig his way out of his grave, alone in a strange place?”
Kara blinked. “Seriously? An actual resurrection?”
“Yes.”
“Anyone I know?”
“He is one of the Winchesters.”
Kara and Anders looked at each other, then both stared at Leoben. “The Winchesters?” Anders said. “I guess that story was true…”
“Yeah,” Kara agreed. “Um, we should probably get moving. Wouldn’t want to miss our meeting with destiny…”
“I’m on it.” Anders started to drive towards the spot Leoben’s source had pointed out. When they arrived at the right place, Leoben looked out of the window and said, “Stop. We have arrived.”
“This?” Kara wrinkled her nose. “Doesn’t look like much. I thought it’d be a cemetery, at least…”
“Nah,” Anders replied, “this is the Winchesters… I’m pretty sure that to be buried in a cemetery, you need to actually exist in the system.”
“Good point,” she conceded, remembering the time when they’d tried to find the Winchesters – thinking that they could help with a hunt – by tracking them through social security. All that had turned up was a record for a John and Mary Winchester that hadn’t been open since 1983. The police databases had provided more information – the family was wanted for a whole list of crimes – but none of it useful.
Anders took one more look outside, parked the SUV on the side of the road, and turned off the engine. Then he and Kara grabbed the shovels that they kept in the trunk, and followed Leoben’s directions to the grave site. The holy man followed more slowly, carrying a bottle of water and a package of beef jerky.
The grave turned out to be easy to find. Whoever had done the burying had left a makeshift cross at the head. They paused for a minute or so as Leoben confirmed that this was the spot, and when he nodded Kara and Anders started removing the topsoil, lightly.
They abandoned the shovels after the first foot-and-a-half, when Kara’s caught on the hem of a shirt. They scooped out the rest with their hands, gently, slowly revealing the grave’s occupant. When they were done, they stood up and looked down at him. One thing struck them.
“Leo,” Kara asked, “how long has this guy been dead?”
“Three months or so.”
“Shouldn’t he be more… y’know, dead-looking? This guy looks like he died yesterday.”
Anders looked thoughtful. “However this guy gets resurrected… whatever does it, I mean… that’s why he looks this way, isn’t it?”
“You’re right. His body has been prepared.”
“So… what do we do now?”
“We wait.”
So they waited. Anders built a small fire, Leoben meditated, and Kara spent her time pacing around, occasionally going back to the SUV to check on it. It was a couple of hours later when the three of them felt something that none of them could really describe, and gathered around the place where they’d laid the body out on a blanket. As they watched, the former dead body gasped, opened his eyes, and burst into a fit of coughing.
Anders helped him get up into a sitting position, and Leoben handed him the bottle of water. Once he’d finished drinking, he eyed them all warily.
“Who the hell are you people?”
Kara crouched next to him. “Name’s Kara. The guy next to you is Sam Anders, my husband. This guy,” she indicated Leoben, “is Leoben, he’s kind of a… holy man. He’s the reason we’re here.”
“Dean Winchester. Why are you here?”
“To get you out of your grave. Someone Upstairs wants you back among the living… they passed a message through Leoben to get us here to… help you out.”
“I was dead…”
“Yeah. Sorry ‘bout that.”
“There’s someone I need to find… my brother…”
“Uh-huh. Well, I guess we can help you do that. First, though, you need to get some food in you. And we have spare clothes, if you want to change.”
“That’d be good.”
They gave Dean the clean clothes – old jeans and a shirt of Anders’ – and he got changed inside the SUV. Then he drank more of the water and tore into the beef jerky that Leoben handed him. They were getting ready to leave when the SUV’s radio started to screech.
“Oh, that can’t be good,” Anders said.
Leoben looked frantic. “Something’s coming. Something powerful…”
“What?”
“We have to go. Right now. We need to leave.”
Kara and Anders looked at each other. “Do we have any hideouts around here?” Kara said.
“I can think of one…”
“Good, we make for there.”
Dean interrupted. “Uh, what’s going on? Does your holy friend always act like this?”
“Only when it’s really, really serious,” Kara said. “Now get in the car, we’re leaving.”
They bundled into the car and Anders drove as fast as he dared to the hideout he remembered – a barn located on a farm owned by someone sympathetic, that could be reached by a back road. Soon they arrived, and ran for the barn, Kara keeping an eye on Dean and Anders carrying their emergency kitbag.
It was Kara who stepped inside first. “Holy crap,” she said. “Look at that…”
Dean whistled. “Oh, that’s not good…”
The walls inside the barn were covered with strange sigils. When Leoben saw them, his eyes widened. “On the contrary. These are Enochian sigils.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Kara almost yelled.
“The language used by angels.”
“…huh?”
Anders touched her shoulder. “Kara, we’ll figure it out later. Get inside.”
Reluctantly, Kara walked inside, eyeing the walls warily. The others followed her. Anders had just dropped his kitbag when they all heard a loud noise, like a thunderclap, and turned around.
What they saw was a man in a tan trenchcoat, walking towards them. His expression didn’t fill any of them with confidence.
The man told them that his name was Castiel, and he was an angel, and that he was the one who had pulled Dean back from death. Kara’s and Anders’ first instincts were to look to Leoben. He just nodded, and they knew that whatever was going to happen next was going to be tough.
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This was really, really, really ridiculously awesome. I bow down before your superior excellency. X3
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(your plotbunnies have eaten my brain, so there maaaaay be more from this 'verse. Possibly.)
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(My response to this cannot be expressed in words, so have this pictogram: \o/)
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