A/N so. hello. first fic. ye. This is a Welcome to NightVale and Supernatural crossover fic. Possibly some destiel and cecilos, probably not smut but still intimate scenes. Yeah. So. Please leave me some criticism if you don't mind. And/or say whether you liked it or not. Thanks
Who's that?
Chapter One
Darkness. Just plain and stupid darkness. That's all there was. No diner's to pull over to, no bars, no nothing. Well, excluding the scarce dull orange street lamps that passed overhead like miniature floating suns. Each one came and as the impala sped on, passed him and Sam, not like there where any speed signs around either. Dean had thought that there must have been at least one diner they would pass, or late-night store, one other human being other than him and his brother. Felling as though it was just the two of them, lost in this desert with no other human beings, was almost suffocating, and he could feel his heart begin to beat louder and louder. His small fear didn't show on his face, constantly set in stone, and that slight pout he was aware of. Taking a moment to look away from the seemingly never-ending cement road ahead, he glanced down at his watch. Son of a bitch. Four hours. He looked back to the road, eyes scrunching slightly and brows contorting his face into a grimace. They hadn't passed anything in four hours, and he meant anything other than dead animals. Seriously, they where everywhere. He couldn't blame them though, I mean it was a desert. But why would a cat be in a desert? Why would any animal come out here, how in hell would they even make it out here?
Dean continued asking himself these questions for the next fifteen minutes, assuring himself he would get answers once they arrived at the next town, if they ever arrived at the next town. If there even was a town. Or were they going to have to loop back again from this road? God he hoped not. Whilst he was at it, asking himself all these questions, a small part of him wondered too whether the DFS sale would ever end, and if he would ever get back to go and eat more burgers. He stopped himself there and drove on. Keeping a steady speed of around 40kph.
Dean glanced over to Sam, his gaze shifting from a grimace to his set-in-stone face again. The whole reason they had gone down this stupid road was because apparently there was a lot of strange activity reported by the news and through different sources they had wound up with directions of "Once you hit this road, continue along it, it is a straight road and is paved in black. One road. One way". Slightly creepy, Dean would admit, but much of the stuff they dealt with these days was anything but slightly creepy. And the douche-bag hadn't even given them a name of the town, just, "you'll know when you find it". Like he said, creepy.
He heard a small scratching of fabric against fabric and looked back over to his brother, his insanely tall brother who was finding it difficult to sleep in the impala. Sam was too tall, Dean was the oldest, he should be taller than his little brother, it made hugs awkward a lot. Although not as awkward as Sam and Cas hugging, though they were all friends, Dean already knew before Cas had said anything,that he favoured him. Cas had also appeared naked covered in bees on his car once, and he didn't think he would ever get another experience of that. Not that he wanted to, just not in those...circumstances. And maybe if it didn't involve possibly ruining his baby. God, was he seriously saying he would risk ruining his car for-
Dean stopped himself there before he got too far ahead of himself, not wanting to cause any commotion or anything and wanting to at least be able to look Cas in the eye's the next time he saw him. Cas always had such pretty blue eyes, dependant on the light they could look like the brightest ocean encased in a border of dark seaweed. Or sometimes they could resemble a galaxy, flakes or bright blue, as though there were billions of stars and galaxies inside his head, each owing their own constellation of stars and a kaleidoscope of words and depths and layers. Much in comparison to his own green eyes, rather normal, but he had been told that is what attracted most people to him, that and his male model face.
A Dean sat comfortably with his legs splayed out and one arm on the wheel and the other leaning on the window. He was glad in some circumstances, such as this, that he didn't have such long legs. It favoured him, in many ways more than one, yet he still wished he could be just a little bit taller. He snapped himself out of his daydream of memories and height differences and he looked up again. The. Same. Dam. Road. Sighing deeper and giving a cough of annoyance, his eyes shifted from the oh-so-long road back to his silver wrist watch, it had been 40 minutes. He could have sworn it was 15 five minutes ago. Did time seriously go that quickly? He felt his heart begin to beat louder again and he cranked his neck and sighed deeply.
Tempted to shove Sam awake to share his confusion about the whole situation. But, as he took a look over to the sleeping face of his brother, Sam drooling slightly and lying facing towards him, he thought differently of it. Sam's face was all smushed against the seat and he had curled himself on the seat as much as his Chewbacca body allowed. Most of him lying off the seat anyway. Sam's light brown hair had grown overtime, and at one point he was literally like a suicidal chewbacca, but he did need a haircut. Dean decided he had to petsuade Sam to get a haircut, or else he would cut it himself. He didn't want to be seen a walking around with a 6"4 Chewbacca with messy hair. He shook his head slightly to clear his mind. Didn't work. Instead he set his gaze back to the road. Green eyes scanning around for anything other that shrivelled up plants and the occasional dead animal, and as the lamps passed over head, for a second his eyes seemed to glow so brightly it almost looked like another small universe, nearly as bright as a certain angels eyes. And yet with all the calm, he felt an eeriness creep over him. It clawed into his back and planted itself in his stomach, curdling inside him and twist his insides with darkness. His mind felt so very fuzzy for a few seconds, feeling a type of darkness wash over him and quickly dissipate. He shook his head roughly, feeling his mind almost black out on him. His heart was pounding and he felt the impala shake roughly and come to a halt. Please tell me they had not run out of gas.
Sam shot up quickly from his lying position in the impala. He immediately looked to the drivers side, Dean wasn't there. And just as he was about to grab his gun and go looking for his not-so-missing brother, a face appeared beside his in the window.
"Rise and shine, beautiful. Have a nice beauty sleep?". Sam stretched his arms above his head, not like they would stretch far inside the vehicle. Pulling on his beaten up brown coat, he opened the door and stood beside Dean. He could feel the coldness begin to seep into his clothing as he was outside of the warmth of the impala. Uneasiness washed over him and gripped his heart and squeezed. Shaking it off, Sam walked up to Dean leaning over the cars engine. They where parked just close enough to a street lamp to have a light source.
"So, what's up this time? Car break down?", he said whilst stretching his arms and legs.
"Heh, yeah. Looks like we've run out of gas, in a desert, with nobody in hell around to help, Sam".
Dean was frustrated, Sam could tell. Or was that anxiety? Sam knew of Dean's stone face and get the job done attitude, but in reality sometimes he just lost his cool. He could understand why in this situation.
Sam got back into the car, in the drivers side and began turning the keys in the ignition. The engine grumbled to life and the car seemed to have been working perfectly normal. He raised his eye brows at his brother from his seat. Dean furrowed his brows and shook his head, almost not believing it.
"Sam, no. That. No. I have been working on my baby for, what, and hour? And she just works for you? I'm telling you, Sammy, something's not right. There was no gas. Something's definitely not right about this".
Sam looked down at the Gas tank reader, it was at full capacity. Again, he raised his eyebrows at his brother. "Bet you just haven't slept enough, Dean, I mean how long have you been driving?".
Dean didn't say anything and ushered Sam out of the drivers seat, waiting for him to get back in the car and as each of them closed the doors, they felt that uneasy calm again. Dean put the car in gear and began driving again.
They drove on for about 10 minutes. Along that black pavement road, surrounded by dust and desert. And...dead...animals? Sam just sat there in stunned silence of what he was processing. Then, finally, Dean said something.
"Four hours".
"What?".
"Somewhere around four or five hours, we have been driving along this same road for four or five hours".
Sam sat there. How could they drive along one road for four hours straight? No passing anyone and dead animals only to keep company.
Then the car's radio began flickering, static and...words? Dean reached over and tried turning it off, face scrunched into an angry scowl and throwing his hand up when it wouldn't turn off.
"Dean, is that someone talking? On the radio, it sounds like words".
"You know Sammy I'm beginning to think your the one that needs more sleep".
Sam disregarded his words and listened closer, it definitely was someone talking. He looked over to dean as the words began to become clearer and more understandable. Dean's eyes widened and his mouth pushed into a bigger pout that normal. The radio was loud enough to hear, and it was the only sounds each of them heard in the car-
"Listeners, it seems we have some new arrivals, here in NightVale. Maybe more scientists, come to search and wonder about our mysterious little town? Or maybe some people from where dearest perfectly imperfect Carlos is from? Either way, NightVale, can I just say that we should greet them each with open arms. For there is one man with bright green eyes, and, pardon my words, an incredibly good looking face, and the other so very tall and so messy hair. Listeners, lets make them feel comfortable, them, and may I say their pretty nice car. Neat". With that the radio cut out, and static resumed again.
Dean and Sam sat there. Stunned. Creeped out. That mans voice was incredibly smooth, deep and almost as if he was reading a story. How the hell did he see them. Sam's head whipped around to look for cameras or anything. Nothing. Suddenly, the voice came back on the radio again, Dean and Sam stared at it-
"Listeners, our friends will be here soon. Oh dear, watch out".
The car jostled and by the time Dean looked up the car was off the road and in the desert. Dean managed to get the car back in control. His face was still scrunched up angrily and his eyes where wide. His body was tense. The car stopped and the two of them stared ahead. Something was walking towards them. Tall. Much taller than Sam. The lights from the headlight illuminated its tall figure. A million eyes looked back at them. Stared and fidgeted. Each was black, with no eye lid and seemingly placed randomly on the figures tall, tall body. Sam heard a small 'son of a bitch' beside himself but he didn't look over at Dean. Then they where both out of the car, guns drawn and standing completely still by the Impala. Nothing moved. Nothing jumped out. But then the eyes began blinking. And the full extent of the mass came into view. Wings, six of them, and each one had accompanied eye blinking on them. Two wings covered where its face was. Its body was fully black. And each of them just stared. Sam felt his head begin to hurt. It was like a bad ice-cream head ache. Noises. He could hear the radio man's voice in his head. So loud. Too Loud. He couldn't even see if Dean was alright. His eyes where closed tight and his head was pounding. The man spoke again before he passed out from the pain and noise.
"Hello, new-comers. And welcome, to NightVale".
