Cat's Notes

I've been dying to do a Supernatural/Bones crossover. This is exciting!In any case, this is a tester chapter. The story is still in the works. So review and tell me what you think, even contribute ideas if you want.

The story is set in Season 5 of Bones and Supernatural after the latest episode for Bones (The Devil in the Details) and the Supernatural episode "Abandon All Hope..."

Carthage, Missouri

Doctor Temperance Brennan shifted through the rubble of the demolished building, her eyes searching for what didn't belong. One of her sturdy blue gloves caught on the sharp edge of a block, tearing harshly. She winced and stood up straight, stretching her back as she pulled out a spare from her jacket pocket. Her eyes settled just past the offending block on something that didn't appear to belong.

The removal of the block revealed what she was looking for: a charred human hand.

The hand was coal black, though she could tell that the burns had been inflicted when the person was still alive, and its fingers curled up as if trying to reach something. Sighing, Brennan picked up one of the signaling red flags and stuck it in the rumble so it stood straight and tall. Just as she turned her head to leave, another black hand caught her interest. She leaned in closer and realized that, unless the person had a birth defect where they had two right hands, there were two bodies buried under the debris. So a second red flag rose up next to the first.

Suddenly, and much to her surprise, she heard the words she never expected to hear in the dreary, literally dead town: "We found a live one!"

Just as curious as everyone else, though not quite as happy about leaving the work that needed to be done, she abandoned the collapsed building and approached the main street. A crowd was quick to form, surrounding one of the ambulances they had on standby just in case someone managed to live through the so-called terrorist attack. She roughly pushed herself to the front, calling out for her FBI partner. When she finally reached the front, she saw that Booth was busy interrogating the survivor before he was carted off to the nearest hospital.

The man was dirt covered specks of mud and blood on his cheeks and staining his brown slacks and white shirt. His eyes darted from one face to another, finally landing on the intimidating agent in front of him. When he spoke, his voice shook as bad as his hands and his eyes grew wide with fear.

"Y-you ar-aren't one…one of them, ar-are you?"

"One of whom?" Booth asked gently, trying not to push the man into a heart attack.

"Them!" the man cried out, panic straining his voice. The medic tried to touch his arm but he jerked away, cowering under the gaze of so many eyes. Booth, in turn, tried to put a comforting hand on the man's shoulder, but again the physical contact was avoided. His voice dropped several notches and he hissed to the tall agent, "demons."

"Demons?" Agent Booth repeated with obvious confusion.

The man nodded fervently. "They swarmed the town like locust, possessed whomever they could get inside of, and killed the rest." He licked his chapped lips. "You could tell who was a demon and who wasn't. All the demons had black eyes, black as coal."

"You're saying that demons, as in demons from hell, biblical demons, destroyed this town?" the towering agent asked the crazed man doubtfully.

Crazy took it one step forward and laughed hysterically at Booth's deduction. Suddenly, his hand lashed out quick as lightening and latched onto Booth's collar, pulling him closer. Booth quickly raised a hand to keep others from attacking the psychotic man. To his surprise, the entirety of the man's eye–pupil, iris, and sclera–became black as coal and a grin that only the crazy of the crazed could pull off spread across his thin, dried, chapped lips.

"If you want someone to blame, Agent Booth," –Booth started at the sound of his name which he never told the man coming out his mouth– "then blame Sam and Dean Winchester, for the destruction of this town and–" his grin stretched from eye to eye– "the entire world."

His fingers uncurled as he took in the agent's beyond shocked expression. Then he thrust his head towards the Heavens and opened his mouth, spewing out an opaque black fog. The mass hovered directly above the man, shifting and swirling, as the crowd stared up at. Brennan was the first to respond. Grabbing Booth's gun, she aimed upwards and shot. The bullet cut through the fog but did no damage as the blackness zigzagged into the horizon.

The man that Booth had been talking to dropped–dead long before he hit the concrete.