Hey ppl, this is my second fic. It's a crossover of Supernatural, Smallville and Veronica Mars. I got this idea when I thought about how Chloe and Veronica would be good friends if they knew each other. Anyways I don't own anything or anyone from Supernatural, Smallville or Veronica Mars even though owning the Winchester boys would be my dream. Lol. Hope you like it, and plz plz review.

Danger Brings Us Closer

Chapter One

Veronica stared at her hands in the dark. The tears were still streaming down her face and she didn't know how to stop them. She was scared out of her head at what she'd seen and she wasn't dealing well with everything. She'd dealt with practically everything from murderers and cults but this was like nothing she'd seen. Was it even human? Why was it after her? And where was Chloe? These questions and all the unspoken answers were making her worst fears come to mind and she couldn't stop her tears of fear and pain. She was pretty sure that the 'thing' had ripped a gash in her back but the numbing pain was nothing compared to all the thoughts running through her head. She tried thinking about how she came across this thing. She'd gone to Kansas to attend a university lecture on journalism. And they had a campus slumber party. That's where she met Chloe Sullivan and they'd started investigating these weird sightings at this old abandoned house, where they had become best friends with their passion for journalism and their similar natures. And that's where she'd lost Chloe after that 'thing' started chasing them.

She heard a scream and she jumped up from her place behind the dining table. She followed the screams through the run down house until she found herself in a room face to face with the 'thing' she and Chloe had been running from. Her eyes searched the dinghy room for her friend and her heart raced when she realized that Chloe wasn't in the room. Who was screaming then? She was sure that she had heard Chloe screaming but no one was here apart from the hideous monster that had been chasing her. She felt the monster smash her against the wall and for a while all she could think about was the fact that her stupid curiosity was finally going to kill her and maybe even Chloe, if it hadn't already. She gulped for air as the monster grasped her neck and squeezed. The monster looked at her happily with his yellow eyes narrowing slightly. It opened what she supposed was its mouth and let out a scream. She couldn't believe it; she'd played into the thing's trap, thinking it was Chloe who was screaming. The thing stared at her and let out a demonic laugh.

"You mortals are easy to trap. Your emotional bonds are the strings we use to pull you as we wish. You are a puppet and I am the puppeteer. A scream was all I needed to fool you into thinking your comrade was here." He laughed again. His voice was raspy and low, not even human but more like an animals. "Where's Chloe? I swear to god I'll kill you if you've done anything to her!" The monster glared at her maliciously. "You will kill me, with what? How do you plan on slaughtering a soul-less being? I am not a mortal being. I am the darkness which will plague you after I have ridded you of your skin and claimed your soul. You cannot harm me in any way, try as you may!" the monster growled in the chilling voice. Veronica could feel her head throbbing and her eyes were losing focus. "Please, if you're after me, leave my friend alone. She has nothing to do with this…..Please……..If…A-….." she managed to say before blacking out.

Dean glanced at the abandoned house. It looked dilapidated and like a demon's humble abode. "This it?" he asked his brother. Sam looked at the address the college students had given him. "Yep. You really think the demon's stupid enough to attack a couple of chicks in an abandoned house? I mean doesn't he have an army to build?" he asked puzzled. Dean looked at him. "Yeah I was wondering the same thing. But if this is a trap then we're getting out of there. Doesn't matter what happens. He's stronger than anything we've killed and he's not gonna have any trouble killing us." He said leading the way up to the porch. Sam nodded, his jaw set hard and his eyes emotionless. Ever since he'd found out about what he was, it was hard keeping his mind set on what they did because he kept thinking about how he was going to end up like one of them. Dean flashed his torch around the porch and slowly lifted it into the broken window. There were fresh droplets of blood on the sill. He looked at Sam and put a finger on his lips. Sam nodded and strained to hear what Dean was hearing.

After a while, the boys were in the lounge room and they could here voices coming from the far end of the house. Sam quickly but quietly walked to a long corridor where the voices grew louder at the room right at the end. It was slightly ajar and an eerie light was shining through the gap. Dean was close behind, waiting for the right moment to bust the door and kill the son-of-a-bitch who had tormented their family for so long. They heard a girl's voice say, "Please, if you're after me, leave my friend alone. She has nothing to do with this…..Please……..If…A-….." Sam flung the door opened and growled, "Leave the girl alone!" Dean appeared next to him and he raised the gun to the yellow eyed demon's face. The demon laughed. "Ah, the Winchester boys are here. I figured you wouldn't be too far behind. Stalking me seems to be your hobby now. Don't worry Sam; you'll soon be right next to me while we destroy the human race. You shall taste this glory as well my son."

Sam's face contorted angrily. "Don't call me your son you fucking demon. You're not my father-my father was killed by you!" he yelled, pulling the gun out of Dean's hand and pointing it at the demon readily. The demon threw the gun a contemptuous look before muttering, "Soon, my son, you will regard me with loyalty and vengeance towards these mere humans, soon." Then he disappeared in a cloud of black smoke through the floorboards. Dean looked at his younger brother carefully and walked over to him. "Hey Sammy don't worry okay. Everything's gonna get better soon. We'll kill that thing, if it's the last thing we do." He said darkly before glancing around the room. "Hey that's the girl we heard yelling." He said following Sam to the girl's limp figure. Sam pushed her onto her back and pressed his fingers gently around her wrist. He did the same to her neck before looking up at Dean. "She's alive and apart from her back there's no real injuries." He said, relief flooding his face. He was tired of people getting hurt when they had nothing to do with the demon. Dean nodded, "We'd better take her back to the motel. See if she's alright and check if she's possessed." He said quietly. Sam followed his brother out of the house, wondering why the demon hadn't killed the girl.

Dean got in the front while Sam laid the girl in the backseat, hoping that she wouldn't wake up there. If she does we're dead, he thought to himself. The girl probably wasn't going to wait around to hear how they'd saved her. He took his place next to Dean and found himself turning to look at the girl's face every few minutes. He saw his brother roll his eyes at him. "What?" he asked. "She's asleep. Stop checking her out every few minutes." He finally said. Sam rolled his eyes; trust Dean to understand the situation. "I'm not checking her out." He replied. Dean snorted, "Then what are you doing? Checking if she'll turn into the tooth fairy?" he asked. Sam sighed, "Dean, if she wakes up while we're driving, and she freaks out, she's not going to listen to us. She'll think we're kidnapping her or whatever and she'll go straight to the police." He said in a low voice. Dean shrugged his shoulders, "So we'll just deck her out in chloroform to keep her asleep until we reach the motel." He didn't see what his brother was so freaked about. It was just a girl. "No." his brother exclaimed. "Why not?" he asked back. "Because you just don't do that sort of stuff. The girl's gonna be mad when she finds out. And that just makes us look bad." Sam said hurriedly. Dean groaned, "You're such a pansy Sam." He muttered stepping on the accelerator. Sam raised his eyebrows in mock concern, "Gee thanks Dean." He replied glancing over to see the girl's face again.

Good, bad, okay or worse than anything you've ever read? Lol actually if you think its that bad than don't worry about reviewing. Na just kidding. If you have any comments or any suggestions please feel free to tell me. Thanks. Oh yeah, I don't regularly watch Veronica Mars since its off season here in Australia so I don't know much about her except that she's got a cool personality.