AN: Yes, I know I've not finished Aftermath yet – I swear I'm halfway through the last chapter. I've just got to a fight scene, and I hate writing those so I may have been putting it off.
I was looking for a decent Mortal Instruments/Supernatural crossover the other day and I could only find seven. Seven. They're so similar – I can't believe there aren't more. Unlike with Aftermath I actually thought of a plot line before I started writing it, so I'm going to tell you now, this will be a multi-chap, I just don't know how long yet. I should be getting things done pretty quick now because I don't really have anything to do until September school-wise.
I apologise in advance about my New York geography – I've only been to America once when I was five and that was to California, so this is all off Google maps.
Has anyone guessed how I'm naming my stories yet? Anyone?
This chapter is un-betaed, but I've checked it pretty thoroughly myself; my current beta only really does Harry Potter, so if anyone knows Supernatural and/or Mortal Instruments and would be willing to beta this just give a shout. I promise, it's a very low stress job – more like getting to read the story early and making the occasional spelling correction.
Disclaimer: Pretty sure I don't own Supernatural – I'm only on Season six, and if Mortal Instruments was mine the movie would be coming out a lot sooner.
Shady
Chapter One – Baby I'm on the Hunt
"Jace, move it," Alec called up the stairs, "We just got a call in about an Eidolon demon down near Prospect Park."
"By the Angel – not shape-changers?" Alec heard him groan, "I hate those bastards."
"As long as you don't almost kill another old lady like last time," quipped Isabelle as she hoped down the stairs, already fully kitted out in her Shadowhunter gear, with her whip in hand.
"I thought it was the changer!" Jace's disembodied voice yelled from his room.
"No, you just don't like that she was feeding the ducks. What's taking you so long anyway?" she yelled back, "Doing your hair?"
"For your information," Jace replied, finally leaving his room, "my hair looks this amazing naturally, unlike some people's."
Isabelle rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Alec already got the weapons, so are you coming or did you want to exchange more beauty tips while innocent people are killed?"
"I can't believe we have to take the subway to kill demons."
"Well to get a driving license we would need paperwork and since we were all born in an officially non-existent country, that could be tricky," replied Alec, "Now be quite, it's meant to be near Drummer's Grove and we're getting close."
Isabelle unravelled her whip while the boys drew their Seraph blades. A slight rustling was coming from the bushes in front of them and Jace and Isabelle approached it as Alec circled round behind it. The bush rustled again and Jace grabbed a plaid-clad shoulder, dragging a figure out and cutting across its chest slightly with his blade, causing blood to flow. Red blood. Human blood.
Someone else emerged, pointing a gun towards Isabelle's head. Jace realised he was holding his blade to the figure's – the man's – neck.
"Just drop the glowing stick and nobody gets hu-" was as far as the stranger got before Alec knocked him out from behind. The second taller one in Jace's grip tried to raise his hands in a peaceful gesture before Isabelle knocked him unconscious too.
After a quick body search they found one shotgun filled with salt rounds, one knife with symbols engraved on it, two pistols, a small collection of knives and one set of car keys.
"This," Jace said as he inspected the knife, "looks an awful lot like demon hunting gear."
"But they don't have any marks," included Isabelle, flicking the collar of one of the men's shirts back into place.
"So what we have here are two human demon hunters" concluded Alec. He pulled out his mobile and sent off a quick text to Magnus. "I think now would be a good time to call Clary and Simon away from band practice."
"Why do we need rat boy?" complained Jace, avoiding the look Isabelle was giving him.
"Do you want to bring two unconscious bodies on the subway?"
"This," exclaimed Jace, "this is exactly the reason we need to be able to drive."
Half an hour later the six of them were gathered in the sanctuary, their two guests tied to chairs in the centre of the room. Alec and Jace were switching between attempting to remove the black demon blood off of their persons and giving Isabelle dark looks for managing to remain immaculate throughout the entire fight.
A groan came from one of the chairs as the occupant woke up. "If that's what you call a bitch face then you should see Sammy's."
Alec nudged Magnus to stop him from laughing as Jace approached the man. "Look, we just have a few questions for you and then you'll be free to go, no bitch face competition needed."
"Aww, is somebody wearing their big-boy pants while mummy and daddy are out."
"Has anyone ever told you it's not a good idea to patronise the people that have you hostage?" Clary cut in.
"Maybe once or twice."
"Dean, please stop talking," the second man said as he came round.
"Yeah Dean, listen to Sammy. First question – who are you?"
The two exchanged a look, the taller one nodding slightly. "I'm Dean Winchester, and this is my brother Sam."
The mention of the names caused the colour to drain out of Magnus' face, however only Alec noticed as Simon chose that moment to join the conversation.
"Sam and Dean Winchester? As in The Sam and Dean Winchester?"
"Hey look Sam, we're famous."
Jace turned to Simon, "You know these guys?"
"Yeah, they're on the FBI's most wanted list; grave robbing, arson, petty theft, identity theft, impersonating a federal officer, murder. There was a major deal a few years ago where they held up a bank and had everyone hostage. Oh, and they escaped a high security prison and last time they were arrested the jail blew up, and as of then they were missing, presumed dead."
"Just to point out," Dean interrupted the shocked silence, "most of that was a misunderstanding." Sam cleared his throat, "Okay, the murder and bank robbery was."
"And how did any of this lead you to be hiding in a bush in Prospect Park?" Isabelle questioned.
"You wouldn't believe us if we told you," sighed Sam.
"Try us."
"We were hunting a shifter. It's our job; we hunt down and kill the supernatural. Y'know; shape-shifters, demons, vampires, ghosts, werewolves, witches, so on."
At this point Magnus and Simon had edged back slightly and Jace continued. "And that, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, leads us to our main showing of tonight. Why are you, two normal humans, hunting demons? Don't you think it should be left to the professionals?"
"Who are you calling unprofessional?"
Sam cut in, "Why did you call us 'normal humans'?"
"We," Jace gestured to himself, Alec, Isabelle and Clary, "are Nephilim. Shadowhunters."
"Wait, actual Nephilim? Like from the bible?"
Dean turned to Sam in confusion, "What?"
"In the bible there are stories of Nephilim; angel-human cross breeds, made to protect humanity. I thought they were just a myth."
"Even after we've met real angels? Why haven't you brought this up Sam? I thought we were done with secrets."
"We are. In case you hadn't noticed we've been rather busy and all latley."
"Sorry to interrupt the family bonding, but why kill them all?" Simon asked, "The demons and shape-changers I get, but why the vampires, witches and werewolves?"
"Vampires," Dean stated, with an air that – if he weren't tied to a chair – he would be ticking off on his fingers, "kill innocent people to drink their blood, or turn them into monsters like them. Werewolves, granted they have no control over it, still turn into ravenous beasts every month and eat innocent people. Witches tend to people that have made deals with demons to get powers and revenge, killing mostly-innocent people."
"I have no idea what world you're living, but that is not what they're like," argued Clary, "Not all vampires and werewolves kill people and I think your definition of a witch is very different from ours."
Dean snorted, "I'll believe it when I see. Show me one innocent vamp that's never hurt anyone."
"Me."
Simon pushed himself off the wall and walked over to them. Despite being pulled up to his full height with his arms crossed and Isabelle's makeover Simon didn't make a very intimidating figure; he was thin, pale and had refused to give up word shirts, in spite of Isabelle's best efforts.
"My name's Simon Lewis. I'm sixteen and six months ago I was turned."
The brothers stared at him for a moment until Sam broke the awkward silence. "Well that was unexpected. How are you still alive?"
"Kosher butcher down the street from where I live," Simon answered, slightly confused after the previous animosity.
"What did you mean 'a different definition of witch'?" Sam asked, turning back to Clary.
"Well," she started, also a bit thrown, "the Warlocks we know – that's what they call themselves, not witches – are part-human, part-demon, just like we're part-angel. They're born with their powers, and, from what I've seen, they mostly use them to conjure coffee and re-decorate their living rooms, not kill people."
"I'd say you're selling us a bit short their – I save people's lives too, if the mood hits me."
Dean and Sam were both instantly on edge. "You're part demon."
"Not by choice, believe me. If your rap sheet is anything to go by though, I think I'm probably a lot less evil than the two of you, if that's what you're worried about."
"We already said – that was a misunderstanding."
"Hey, at least I never went in for grave robbing."
"You have no idea what you're talking about you black-eyed son of a-"
"Okay, okay, everyone just needs to calm down," Alec said as he dragged Magnus away from the two tied-up men.
"I had been considering untying you both, but if you're just going to sit there and insult my brother's boyfriend - well, who would miss you if you were gone over night?"
The group had begun to leave the room before Sam called after them. "Look, we're sorry okay? We've just got a lot of reasons to not trust anything remotely demonic, even if they say they're on our side."
"That sounds like it's got an interesting story behind it, and I'm getting tired of standing here," said Isabelle, "How about we all take this upstairs?"
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