Alright, first crossover. Twilight and Supernatural, tell me what everyone thinks! Please give me some critical review, but no flames. I would love to know everything that I've done wrong, or that I've done right. I plan on making more to this story, it won't be a one-shot. I will explain some of the stuff that happens later, so if you'reconfused at some stuff, leave a review, and I'll make sure to include the answer somewhere in later chapters!
So Much for that Happy Ending
Chapter 1
We're not all Evil
Dean and Sam stared at the blinding light blasting from the floor. "Sam…We gotta go." Dean said while clutching at his brothers shirt. His feet weren't listening to his brain. "Dean…He's coming." Sam's reply was just as motionless, fear and awe in his eyes as he swung his other arm around to pull Dean closer. Their eyes began to burn as the light continued to increase in intensity and thickness.
Neither brother noticed when Lilith's body rose from the floor on its own, floating into the light; they wouldn't have seen it anyways for the light searing their eyes just like Pamela's. A piercing shriek cut through the howl of the gate opening, causing both brothers to wince and pull tighter. An image began to form within their field of vision, despite the useless state of their eyes. The light from the earth was bending and wrapping itself around Lilith's body, spears plunging into her at random intervals.
And then everything stopped. The light vanished; the invisible force freezing the brothers in their spots released them, sending them sprawling, barely keeping contact with each other. Dean managed to lift his head towards the gate to Hell, but he could see nothing besides the woman standing amidst a plane of white. "Hello, Dean. It's good to finally meet the student that I had heard so much about." The voice was that of the woman, but a deeper, darker tone tainted it. The owner of the underlying voice would kill thousands happily, force them to Hell and torture them with a smile. And yet, it invoked a feeling of calm beneath all of his pain.
"Lucifer." He gasped out, his lungs refusing to draw in air. He tasted grime and sulfur in each breath, the air he breathed befouled by the being in front of his face. "Now, Dean. Don't say my name like that, it will hurt my feelings!" Lucifer walked towards them, more graceful than any human that had ever existed; it hurt him to watch the devil using a body with such skill. Satan knelt in front of them, pulling them both up gently with a motion of her hands. They both rose to sitting positions, but were limp and held there by his will alone.
"Little Sam Winchester. Azazel certainly knew what he was doing when he got to you." Lucifer shook his head slowly, the human voice sounding amused above the evil undertone. "I would so love for you to join me here. You too of course, Dean. You would both be so amazingly useful. Dean: the perfect little general, invulnerable because of the luck that has plagued you for your entire life. You have escaped death more often than any human could dream of! I mean, first Azazel's little fire, the Shtriga going after Sam instead of you; Daddy giving me his soul to save you, Sammy's little-"
"Don't call him Sammy." Dean interrupted, but Lucifer continued as though nothing had happened.
"Episode with Dr. Ellicott; and then being rescued from Hell. Not to mention all of the little near-death experiences from other evil little critters.
"And Sam; you could be the most powerful human to ever walk the earth; second in greatness only to me. Have you no idea how great you could become? Demon's would obey your every whim; humans would serve you, or flee before your very name." He stopped to take in their expressions, clearly amused by the disgusted faces that both of them barely put up. He gave off a very feminine sigh as he stood up, pulling the brothers with him. Dean found it hard to believe that Lucifer was really a man, especially because of the pout that graced Lilith's face; only women could pull off that face. Dean noticed that he was beginning to get his sight back, details of the room quickly returning to his view.
"I guess that I should kill you, since you won't help me." Dean flinched, and then glanced towards his brother, hoping for a final goodbye, and nearly died right then when he saw his brother's grateful look; he wanted to die, wanted Lucifer to kill them. "On second thought;" said demon started again, "I do owe a lot to you, Sammy boy. After all, if it weren't for you, I would still be stuck in my little prison back their!" the dainty little hand flicked back towards the pooled blood that outlined the scorched bedrock. "Ruby was right, when she said that I would be grateful. I'm not as bad as all of my 'siblings' make me out to be.
"So, little Sammy," Dean growled at the use of his name like that again, hating the devil's foul voice wrapping around his brother's nickname. "I am going to let you live. Normally as a reward, I would have killed you and your brother, and let you both spend eternity in the Hell that awaits you both, but I am going to let you both live." He then swaggered over to Dean and put his lips right into Dean's ear and said, "I hope that you can work some of your magic, boy. This is probably more punishment than I have ever given to one man; you have no idea how much your brother wants me to kill him. I have hope for him yet, and I need you to keep him alive like I know you will try to." Dean shivered as the devil spoke, the darkness seeping into his mind and causing his heart to clench; his breath shuddering through the smell of sludge and sulfur.
Stepping back Lucifer said joyfully, "Well, I will probably see you boys later. Have a nice little life over the next few years. Don't do anything too stupid. And don't say I never did you any favors." With a wink Satan strode through the open doors and out into the unsuspecting world beyond, leaving the brothers to make it out of the convent on their own.
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Alice screamed as the vision thrashed through her body, an unseeable force throwing her around the house to smash furniture and people alike. Edward was clutching his head as well, curled into the fetal position on the floor as he focused on blocking Alice's vision from his own mind. "No, no stop! No, please…please…don't. No…no! No! Noooooo!" Alice cried brokenly on the floor, Jasper flashing over to her pain-wracked form.
"Alice…Alice what happened? Come on, honey. What happened?" Jasper begged her, holding her tightly to his chest, rocking her back and forth. "The end." Edward croaked out. Bella flinched at the hoarseness of her husband's naturally enchanting voice. "We are all going to die."
"Is it the Volturi again?" Bella asked timidly as she looked up to her daughter, clutching Jacob's hand tightly from her position in his arms. Edward laughed bitterly and sat up; Bella gasped at the haggard look of his eyes; their previously gold irises a dead black. "If it were the Volturi, then we would just gather everyone up again and obliterate them. No, this makes the Volturi look like a gaggle of infants."
Alice then began shuddering, bucking in a terrifying, completely un-vampiric manner. She bolted up in Jaspers arms and blood exploded from her mouth, flying well over three feet away. She jerked up so that the blood was being hurled at the floor rather than the furniture, but she still heaved and expelled blood from her stomach. The blood flow stopped after a good thirty seconds of constantly streaming from her body, but she continued to heave after wards, gasping for unnecessary air; Alice had just thrown up. Jasper clutched Alice to him quickly, stroking his hand up and down her spine. "Are you okay, Alice?" What a stupid question, of course she's not okay. Vampires don't throw up!
She shook her head sadly, and then collapsed back against his chest. "We're dead. I know of no way to fight against what is coming, and I did not see anything to help us. We are all just going to die; slowly and painfully." Edward drew in a shuddering breath at Alice's words, knowing that they were the absolute truth because of the strength of the vision; He had seen them all die. Watched as Rosalie was burned slowly, healed, and then ripped apart, only to leave her head attached so that it could be burned again. The same torture was repeated with Emmett. And Carlisle. And every other vampire that Edward had ever known existed.
"What is it, Edward?" Esme asked, her voice trembling as she cried tears that would never fall.
"I have no idea. It reminds me of the things that Carlisle spoke of his father hunting, but they do not fit any of the rumors that existed back then." Edward shook his head as he spoke, the pain of the vision returning as he spoke of what his favorite sister had seen. "Black smoke jams itself down people's throats, and they attain inhuman powers. They cannot be killed by normal means; stabbing, shooting, dismembering. Nothing can kill them that Alice saw, and even vampires are subject to their abilities. They can kill without touching; inhibit feelings that should never be felt. They could kill a vampire if they wanted to, and that is exactly what they will do."
"We can't hide, we can't run. We are all going to die, and there is no hope!" Alice wailed after Edward put his head down, trying to forget the vision. "No, Alice." He spoke up again, catching the stares of everyone. Everyone was trying to digest what had just been revealed, and nearly missed what Edward had begun saying again. "-two men; boys really. They are the world's only hope. We have to help them in any way that we can, regardless of how dangerous they may be."
"Edward…Two humans? Two humans are going to stop these…demons that can kill vampires?" Carlisle looked extremely doubtful as he asked, not knowing how two normal men could do anything. "Yes, Carlisle. Sam and Dean are their names. In part of the vision, Sam was…expelling the smoke, from their mouths, with his hand while Dean fought off some other humans with black eyes by throwing water on them."
"Wait…black smoke, water, expelling from their mouths? They have to be demons! And that was Holy Water, Edward." Carlisle's face became thoughtful as he thought about this new revelation, pacing back and forth. "Wait…Demons? As in, 'burn-in-Hell-trade-your-soul' demons?" Jake asked closing his eyes when Carlisle nodded. "Well, whatever. Evil demons, or not, I think we should find these demon-expelling boys."
"Ilchester, Maryland. They will be there tomorrow at Saint Mary's Convent. Edward, Bella and Carlisle should go; be there at exactly 4:17, or you will miss them. Do not arrive any earlier, or you will die." Alice gasped as she looked back into the future, obviously hating what she saw. "They will be inside. They will need your help, but they will get themselves together and out if you are any later than that. Go, now! You don't have much time!"
"Emmett," Carlisle spoke while pushing his son and daughter towards the door. "Get a lot of salt, and make a large ring around the house. Yes, salt." He said at Emmett's confused look. "I don't know if it will work, but my father believed that salt would keep demons away, and it worked, as far as I could tell. Line all of the windows and doors with it as well, just in case." Emmett stared at his father as the door closed, more confused than ever before. "I'm off to the store. Don't get smoked while I'm gone!" Rosalie punched him, hard, for the lame joke as he left, leaving the remaining five members of the family to clean up the mess.
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Dean was the first of the brothers to recover, sitting up from the position that he had been dropped in when Luci left. He felt that Luci was a much more appropriate name for the immensely girly man that had just walked out of the convent to destroy the world. He turned to look at Sam, who sat there unmoving, staring blindly at the ceiling. "Sam." He said, trying to get his brother's attention. The younger man just stared blankly, ignoring Dean's call. Dean's throat hurt, like he had been yelling for hours nonstop, and every muscle in his body was screaming at the simple act of sitting up.
"Sam!" He called, reaching over to grab his brother's shoulder. Sam flinched at the contact, but he turned his face towards Dean. Dean gasped when he saw the look there. Sam's eyes were hurt, tears starting to collect at the bottom. Dean could always read his Sammy's face the best when he was hurt, and he was hurting big time. He could see fear, and pain, but he could also see hope. Hope for what, he didn't know, but the thing that nearly killed him, was betrayal. Dean saw betrayal and hurt the most clearly, as though Sam was screaming them out at the top of his lungs.
"Sammy-"
"Just do it already, Dean." Sam cut in, turning his face to the floor as a single tear dropped from his eyes. "Sammy, what is up with y-"
"Just kill me already, Dean! I know that you're going to anyways, so just get it over with!" Sam screamed at his brother, turning his back and pulling his knees up to his chest to cry in earnest. Dean was at a loss for words. His Sammy was expecting Dean to kill him? Why would he do that? "Didn't you get my message?" He asked, unable to think of anything else.
"Yeah, I got-"
"Hello? Is anyone down here?" A voice called out from the stairwell at the end of the hallway. Both boys turned to the sound, not expecting anyone to come so soon. Dean pulled Ruby's knife from his pocket and held it ready as he painfully rose to a crouch on his knees. Three extremely pale people turned the corner and ran at a quick human jog to get to them. "Are you guys okay? What happened here?" The only girl entered first, and took in Ruby's dead form. She then looked to the boys as the two men came to stand behind her.
Dean jumped back and clutched the knife tighter while Sam drew in on himself, glaring at the three newcomers. "They're not human." Both of them said at the same time, glancing at each other from the corners of their eyes. Dean was fixated on their golden eyes while Sam was busy feeling the darkness that emanated from each of them; it was faint, but it was still there. "What and who are you, and why are you here?" Dean said threateningly, despite the bruises that covered his whole body and the shaking arm that held the knife. The girl turned to the boy with bronze hair and said, "Wow, Alice was dead on when she told us these boys were serious."
"Definitely. That knife can kill demons, and Sam is thinking of trying to exorcise us. He thinks that we're possessed." Sam started as his name was spoken, and stumbled back as the oldest of the three disappeared. He reappeared in front of Dean, crouched on one knee and said, "My name is Car-" He jerked back as Dean lunged forward, plunging the knife into his chest. All three people gasped as the knife pierced his skin, imbedding itself in his heart. "-lisle." He finished from five feet away. He grasped the knife and pulled it out, looking at the still-clean surface in intrigue.
Dean fell back towards his brother, glaring at the three suspiciously; that knife should have killed the man, no matter what creature he was. "As I said, my name is Carlisle, and this is Bella and Edward." He gestured to each of them in turn before continuing. "We are vampires, but we do not eat people. If we did, you would be dead right now."
"You're not vampires." Dean argued, confused now. "Vampires eyes don't turn gold when they are changed. A normal person can't tell the difference between a human and a vampire, and a vampire would have bled when stabbed with that knife." The three people looked at each other before looking back to Dean and Sam. "They're not any vampire that I've ever met, Dean." Sam spoke quietly, his voice barely audible to his brother.
Carlisle slowly crouched back down and moved towards the brothers, kneeling in front of them and holding out the knife. "I'll give this back if you promise not to stab me again. That hurt quite a lot. How about we explain all of this while we return to our home?"
"They're not going to come without a fight." Edward said, looking at Dean in particular. "Well, Dean won't. Sam wouldn't even put up a fight if we just grabbed him and walked away. He's almost hoping that we'll kill him, instead of being nice like we plan to." Edward turned to glare at the younger Winchester, clearly not liking his thoughts.
Bella's pocket began ringing, and she whipped out her phone faster than either brother could see. "Alice? When? Okay, we'll be back by tomorrow. Are the tickets booked? Okay. Be safe and don't remove the salt circle!" She hung up and turned to the four men. "Demon's are on their way here. She said around seven of them, and we will be worthless fighting them. They can't be killed normally, right? We'd better get out of here then. As much experience as you two have, you both look like crap. Let's go."
Bella then flashed forward and Dean felt the knife hurled from his grasp. He heard a loud clap and saw that Edward had caught it before he was thrown from the floor and was flying out the door. He turned and could vaguely see Carlisle carrying Sam while Edward flashed ahead, probably to clear their path. "Being carried by a girl." Dean mused out loud, looking at Sam who was resting like a baby in Carlisle's arms. "This would be totally kinky under different circumstances." Sam stared dully with no reaction while Bella squeezed his midsection painfully. "He sounds like Emmett!" Carlisle laughed as they hurled to a fluid stop at a very fast looking minivan. "It can do 150mph." Edward said from inside as the two boys were chucked into the back, Sam collapsing on Dean while Carlisle and Bella appeared in their seats. Bella spoke next, turning to face the Winchesters, "Next stop, home!"
So, tell me your thoughts! And yes, there will be brotherly angst/love stuff, can't have an after 4.22 story without that! I am goign to work at making this a relatively sad story, and yes there will be character death, but much later on. Don't worry, neither Winchester dies, but I can't make any promises about anyone else!