I decided to write this after watching a marathon of Supernatural today. It's a Big Time Rush & Supernatural crossover (I also added a brief OC in this), set in the Supernatural world, during the episode "99 Problems" in season 5. I was very reluctant to put this in the crossover section but it seemed like a good idea since both the shows are quite popular. If you're a Big Time Rush fan and don't know anything about Supernatural, I'd advise you to at least read a summary about the show before reading this story. If you're vice-versa, you don't really need to know anything about Big Time Rush. And I know it takes a while in the story to get into anything with BTR in it, but trust me, hot sex ensures.
I do not own Big Time Rush or Supernatural. All credit to Scott Fellows and Eric Kripke for the two amazing series they've created.
With the gas pedal smashed to the floorboard and his heart beating against his carved ribcage, Dean could hear Sam screaming at him to drive faster. The Impala was already going over ninety, and the shorter man's green eyes were as wide as dinner plates, suddenly switching pedals and slamming his boot down on the break, coming to a screeching halt. Sam's expression was equal to that of his big brother's, seeing a giant flaming road block in their path with an old red truck parked next to it, men standing in its bed.
Just then, the demons the Winchester brothers were attempting to elude slammed themselves against the car doors, growling and punching at the windows, breaking them in and grabbing for their victim's throats. As quickly as the demons had made it to the Impala, the truck had pulled up, the man standing in the back of it wielding a hose, spraying the monsters down with holy water. White smoke began to come from their flesh, the blessed aqua searing their vessel's skins.
The demons stumbled away from the black car, shrieking as the water burned their bodies, holding their ears as one of the men turned on a megaphone, chanting an Enochian exorcism into it. All of the evil creatures tumbled to the asphalt, black smoke bellowing from their mouths as they were cast into the distance. Then, everything was eerily quiet, a couple of men walking back to the truck as Dean and Sam arose from the car, stunned and baffled looks on their faces.
"No, hold up a sec, who are you?" Dean asked as he quickly walked to the other side of the car, never seeing hunters use such powerful resources to attack their prey. The blonde headed man smirked back at his friend, shaking his head and stepping a little closer to the two.
"We're the Sacrament Lutheran Militia. Hate to tell you this, but those were demons, and this is the Apocalypse."
Puzzled expressions were still held on Dean and Sam's faces, trading odd glances at one another before explaining who they were to the skilled hunters. The group of men, and even one teenager, was lead to the back of the classic black car, becoming impressed as the Winchesters showed off their arsenal of a trunk to them.
"Come on then, town is just twenty miles up the road," A short, dark haired man motioned past the fiery blockade, up the dark street behind it. Nodding, the brother's climbed back into the car, brushing the small pieces of shattered glass onto the floor before following their new acquaintances. As they drove around the blazing barricade, Sam noticed a sign saying "Welcome to Blue Earth, Minnesota!" flash by in the car's bright headlights.
After staying a night in a small motel just inside Blue Earth's heavily guarded confines, the group drove down to meet the Winchesters, leading them up to the town's center of attention, the church.
In front of the small white and brown building stood a woman and two men, shotguns held snuggly against their chests and readily at their waists. Sam and Dean were surprised to see that the church was equipped with a red devil's trap at the entrance, barbed wire with orange barrels holding the spiked cable in place surrounding it. This was no ordinary town.
As the two followed the group into the church, the teen they had come to know as Dylan walked hurriedly down the middle of the small aisle, seating himself with five other kids in a pew near the front. Dean had followed him with his eyes, noticing that all five of the teenagers held shotguns in their grasp, as did most of the other church goers.
Surprisingly, the church was holding a wedding today, and the Winchesters quickly learned that it had been the ninth one this week alone. It seemed as if everyone was gearing up for the Apocalypse in their own way, but Dean and Sam had never seen it done like this.
After the short ceremony, Dean and Sam walked outside, the whole experience so far being completely strange to them. The pastor of the church met them at the door, smiling and waving to his congregation, then turning to the two brothers. He was about as tall as Dean, built, middle-aged and handsome with a touch of grey to his hair and a small bit of scruff lining his lower cheeks and chin. His smile was inviting, but his face looked worn.
"Pastor Gideon," he introduced himself, nodding to the two younger men. "I hear you boys hunt demons."
"That's right sir," Sam replied, smiling as Pastor Gideon nodded his head once more. He continued on to explain that demons had been terrorizing their town for quite some time now, and how they seemed to always come in large groups as he took them to the basement of the church, opening the wooden double doors and leading them in.
Dean and Sam furrowed their eyebrows as they ventured inside, seeing a numerous amount of people working on weapons, reading spell books and even children packing salt rounds. Following Pastor Gideon to the small stage that was probably used for Sunday school skits, Dean turned around, noticing Dylan again, sitting with his group of friends that he had met in the church sanctuary.
The six of them were working on pistols and shotguns, seeming to be fixing them and cleaning them while chatting and smiling. They all reminded the older Winchester of himself when he was that age, as sad as that may have been.
Leaving Sam to speak with the Pastor, Dean made his way over to the group of kids, one of them catching his eye in particular. The blonde one.
"Hey Dylan," Dean began, smiling at the teenager that had helped him and Sam out of the risky demon situation the night before. "Just wanted to thank you again for last night." As all the kids looked up as Dylan smiled and shook Dean's hand, they put down their weapons, eagerly wanting to meet the person their friend had been chatting them up about.
"No problem man, I was just telling my friends about you and your brother," Dylan motioned to his friends with a head tilt, letting go of Dean's hand and holding onto his shotgun.
There were four boys and one girl in the group. The female had long, straight black hair, fair skin and vast brown eyes. One of the boys was ethnic looking, tanned skin with short hair, the same color as the girl's. The two teens sitting in the middle of the table were brunette, one tall and the other smart looking, dressed in a collared shirt and sweater vest. And then there was the one on the end, rich dirty blonde hair and green eyes. He was the one Dean couldn't tear his gaze away from.
"This is Kendall, Logan, James, Carlos, and my sister, Kayla." Dylan introduced his friends and sibling in order of furthest away to closest, all of them smiling and nodding a hello to the older man in their presence. "This is Dean."
Dean pulled up a stool, making himself at home with one of the smaller, sawed-off shotguns. "So how old are you guys anyway? You all seem to know your ways around a weapon pretty damn well," The brunette man tipped the shotgun toward Logan, who nodded respectfully and took it from his hands.
"We're eighteen," Dylan replied, motioning to himself and his smiling sister, who were obviously twins now. "The rest of the guys are seventeen. It was actually Kendall's birthday about a week ago."
Glancing down to the end of the table, the blonde teen was returning the same connecting look, his emerald eyes focused on the older man that sat with them. "Well, happy birthday to you." Dean smirked, sounding a little sarcastic, seeing as how times weren't really set for celebrating these days.
"We're going out to a demon nest today, Leah says there's going to be a lot out there," James, the tallest of the group informed Dean, his long fingers nimbly loading a shining silver pistol with bullets. The Winchester had just learned about Leah, the so called prophet of the town. She was Pastor Gideon's daughter, and she supposedly talked to the angels, telling the whole town where the demons would be, how many there would be, and when they would be there. "It's our first raid, we're pretty excited," Carlos, the Latino looking teen grinned, packing a salt round into a shotgun.
Once Dean had heard about the demon nest, he and Sam were in. Not only because he wanted to gank a few demons and help out the town, but he wanted to see how good these kids were at the craft they were very much experts in, especially one in particular.
Kendall was very mysterious to Dean, in a way he found intriguing, like a puzzle he wanted take his time to figure out. Usually he wouldn't think of something so complex, but this whole town was upside down, and maybe it got the older Winchester thinking a little differently too.
Whatever the case was, he had his sights on Kendall. Honestly, Dean couldn't remember when the last time was that he saw someone he was so attracted to. The kid was tall, lean but not too skinny, with eyes that were flat out alluring. But what Dean found so sexy about him was the way he carried himself. He was soft spoken but with a strong face, leading the others even though all of his friends were practically older than him.
Dean knew it was a little off whack that he was so enticed by someone of Kendall's age, seeing as how he was thirteen years older than the kid, but he figured it like this: When had anything else in his life been on whack?
Shaking his head to shoo away his own thoughts, Dean had pulled up, stopping behind the red truck and watching the teenagers and a few adults hop from its bed. They seemed to be parked on a path, but the brother's weren't too sure because the entire area was blanketed in colorful autumn leaves.
"Okay team. The nest is just behind those trees," The dark haired man they had come to know as Dave, Carlos' father, pointed his gun through the tall, nearly bare trees, bringing a broken down house to everyone's attention. Sam and Dean had seen places just like this too many times before, and there was no telling how many monsters could be inside. "We get in and get out. Let's make it quick."
Boots crunching over the crisp leaves that scattered across the ground, Dean looked to his left at the group of kids, who were staying in a tight assembly, Kayla reaching down to squeeze her brother's hand for just a moment before bringing it back up to her gun, all of the hunters seeing the front door of the rickety house swing open.
"Everyone stay quiet," Dave held his finger to his lips after whispering this, turning his attention back to the old house, watching as five demons made their way out and around the building. Sam bit back his lip and sighed, knowing there could be dozens more waiting for them in the house.
And it was just as Sam had silently suspected as they opened the front door quietly, a demon lunging itself onto Dave, the younger Winchester shoving it off and stabbing it in the chest with the knife, watching as its eyes lit up and sparks flew. Dean glanced back at the kids, seeing stunned expressions for a moment on everyone's face except Dylan's, but all of them seemed to kick into action once the door was unblocked.
"You two follow me." Dean motioned to the people closest to him, which happened to be Kendall and Kayla. The two teens did as they were told and trailed behind Dean as he trucked up the creaking stairs, almost stumbling back as the thirty-year-old blew away a black eyed monster at the top of the flight. Regaining their composure, Kayla was able to turn and shoot a demon between the eyes before it could grab her from behind.
As Kendall rounded the corner upstairs and into a room, he unexpectedly was ambushed by two demons, a woman and a man tackling him to the hardwood floor and clawing at his arms, going for his throat.
"DEAN! KAYLA!" The blonde let out a blood curdling scream, watching as the older man turned, eyes going wide with a mixture of surprise and horror.
"Hang on!" Dean hollered out, running forward and knocking the woman against the peeling wall, letting Kayla blow her brains against the floral wallpaper as he knocked the large man from Kendall's body with a punch to the face, delivering bullets to his chest. "Kendall!"
The blonde teen's grey jacket was torn to shreds, his arms bleeding profusely as he cringed, Kayla holding his head up and shushing his whimpers. "C'mon Kayla, let's get him to the truck." Dean growled out as he heaved the injured boy up, letting the black haired girl pick up her friend's shotgun and hurry behind the two.