New Direction
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Category:
Supernatural › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
832
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I own neither Supernatural or Stargate SG1. This is for entertaiment with no profit.
New Direction
Fandom: Supernatural, Stargate SG-1
Pairings: (past) Dean/Lisa
Rating: Gen
Warnings: Angst, Spoilers for season five, and no explanation on how the rest of the show works. If you haven’t watched Supernatural this has the chance to be nothing more than an emotional and misleading off shoot.
Two weeks. He lasted all of two weeks with Lisa and the apple pie life. It wasn’t her or Ben. Hell, Ben was great, but he couldn’t fool them. He wasn’t fooling them. He wanted to be the dad the kid needed. He wanted to be the nine to five husband Lisa wanted. He wanted to make Sam’s wish for him come true, but there was no room for him in this version of normal.
He didn’t know what his normal was, in fact there was this great sucking hole where normal used to be. Normal was the road. Normal was the Impala’s throaty growl. Normal was his brother by his side and not down in hell for the rest of eternity suffering for the rest of humanity alone. If he couldn’t have those things he couldn’t even pretend and he needed to get out.
The Apocalypse was over. There were still bad things out there hurting people, but all the demon activity in the last year practically guaranteed there was a fresh new crop of Hunters out there. He didn’t have the heart to hunt alone anymore. He thought about trying to hook up with Bobby, but the Winchesters had put the older hunter through enough hell lately, so to speak. It was ironic that all three Winchesters had literally been to hell while fighting evil. It wasn’t fair that John and Dean had made it out, but Sam made him promise to leave him there.
Cas was hanging with the heavenly choir these days, not that road trips with him were ever that fun. The angel was in the middle of “restructuring” heaven, and communication had never been his thing. He never got the art of the con either. You had to lie to make people trust you in this business, although he finally had something in common with the former angel/re-instated angel. How was he supposed to be anything when everything that defined his life was gone?
He chucked his empty beer bottle in the cooler and leaned back on the hood. Maybe he could figure out his destiny in the stars. They were supposed to be constant, right? The rotation of the planet making the stars drift gently by while you watched. They were calling to him in a way he hadn’t thought about in years, and they triggered a memory.
John Winchester hadn’t had a whole lot of earthly possessions, but each one he left for his son was important. There was the car, his journal and one other thing. Dean hopped off the hood and lifted the false bottom of the trunk. There was a lot of things to move to the side reminding him that he hadn’t cleaned it in a while, but he found what he needed.
The emergency stash had been well used in the last two years. There wasn’t a whole lot in there, but what he had was for the big bads – or used to be. There wasn’t much bigger or badder than Lucifer and he wasn’t climbing out for a while. There was an unassuming black box with a combination padlock in the furthest corner. He grabbed it.
The phone was ten years old and it had never been used, but he knew it was good. Hitting the power button a small smile lifted his lips. The guy that gave it to them had promised they didn’t have to charge it, and looked like his word was good. It was time to see if his word was good in a different way.
“Hey, uh, I’m looking for Col. Jack O’Neill. I need to call in that favor…”
END
Pairings: (past) Dean/Lisa
Rating: Gen
Warnings: Angst, Spoilers for season five, and no explanation on how the rest of the show works. If you haven’t watched Supernatural this has the chance to be nothing more than an emotional and misleading off shoot.
Two weeks. He lasted all of two weeks with Lisa and the apple pie life. It wasn’t her or Ben. Hell, Ben was great, but he couldn’t fool them. He wasn’t fooling them. He wanted to be the dad the kid needed. He wanted to be the nine to five husband Lisa wanted. He wanted to make Sam’s wish for him come true, but there was no room for him in this version of normal.
He didn’t know what his normal was, in fact there was this great sucking hole where normal used to be. Normal was the road. Normal was the Impala’s throaty growl. Normal was his brother by his side and not down in hell for the rest of eternity suffering for the rest of humanity alone. If he couldn’t have those things he couldn’t even pretend and he needed to get out.
The Apocalypse was over. There were still bad things out there hurting people, but all the demon activity in the last year practically guaranteed there was a fresh new crop of Hunters out there. He didn’t have the heart to hunt alone anymore. He thought about trying to hook up with Bobby, but the Winchesters had put the older hunter through enough hell lately, so to speak. It was ironic that all three Winchesters had literally been to hell while fighting evil. It wasn’t fair that John and Dean had made it out, but Sam made him promise to leave him there.
Cas was hanging with the heavenly choir these days, not that road trips with him were ever that fun. The angel was in the middle of “restructuring” heaven, and communication had never been his thing. He never got the art of the con either. You had to lie to make people trust you in this business, although he finally had something in common with the former angel/re-instated angel. How was he supposed to be anything when everything that defined his life was gone?
He chucked his empty beer bottle in the cooler and leaned back on the hood. Maybe he could figure out his destiny in the stars. They were supposed to be constant, right? The rotation of the planet making the stars drift gently by while you watched. They were calling to him in a way he hadn’t thought about in years, and they triggered a memory.
John Winchester hadn’t had a whole lot of earthly possessions, but each one he left for his son was important. There was the car, his journal and one other thing. Dean hopped off the hood and lifted the false bottom of the trunk. There was a lot of things to move to the side reminding him that he hadn’t cleaned it in a while, but he found what he needed.
The emergency stash had been well used in the last two years. There wasn’t a whole lot in there, but what he had was for the big bads – or used to be. There wasn’t much bigger or badder than Lucifer and he wasn’t climbing out for a while. There was an unassuming black box with a combination padlock in the furthest corner. He grabbed it.
The phone was ten years old and it had never been used, but he knew it was good. Hitting the power button a small smile lifted his lips. The guy that gave it to them had promised they didn’t have to charge it, and looked like his word was good. It was time to see if his word was good in a different way.
“Hey, uh, I’m looking for Col. Jack O’Neill. I need to call in that favor…”
END