A/N; So another story came to mind after reading a one shot from another author Mute90 called 'Seeing Green' although mine is along the same lines its all from my own little mind. This is a crossover with Angel and set after season 5 but during season 3 of supernatural, so the big battles happened but for my story Wes was saved by Illyria , just cause I kinda like Wes but Cordy is still dead cause sorry cordy fans but she annoyed me to no end and have to say was secretly glad when she kicked the bucket….hides to avoid rotten veg being thrown……. I'll get to writing 'Behind Blue Eyes' soon and that maybe written in tandem to this but have nothing whatsoever to do with it. Anyways enjoy and don't forget to leave me a review ……Oh and if any insults offend any living person my apologies they're only meant to offend the undead..lol…
Disclaimer; Neither Angel or Supernatural belong to me and the idea is taken from Mute90's idea for a story, thanks for the inspiration and many thanks for letting me roll with it this is dedicated to you xxx
Jealous Guy.
The demon crept along in the shadows its prey in sight, it took a deep rattling breath its glowing white eyes flared with anticipation of the kill. It licked its blackened lips its large leathery wings unfurled as it followed edging closer. The preys scent was intoxicating, it had never sensed such raw energy before. It stalked closer the hunted now cut of by any means of escape as it was faced with a dead end,
" Damn , must have taken a wrong turn, I'll never get used to the city " he muttered, he turned slowly to make his exit and that's when the demon revealed itself from its hiding place, it sniffed the air , the startled man took a few steps backwards,
" Wh-what are you ? " the man stuttered out, the demon chuckled low and throaty
" I'm you're worst nightmare, and you, well you are my aperitif "
" Huh ? "
" Humans " the demon shook its head " You're my snack " it grinned maliciously
" Dude, I so don't swing that way. I'm not anyone's snack. Well unless she happens to be blonde, or brunette hell even a redhead would do but it would definitely be a female and here's the biggie human. Sorry but that's three strikes against you, guess you're out " Dean Winchester smirked as he pulled his .45 from the back of his waistband, the demon took a step backwards, its face contorted in rage and disgust
" Hunter " it hissed
" Very good, you're doing so well. Can you guess what happens next ? " Dean smirked a shit eating grin spread across his face,
" You die " the demon shrieked as it leapt for him, two shots rang out striking the demon in the chest, it fell to the ground in a tangle of wings an limbs. Sam came round the corner and rolled his eyes,
" You know you could ask for help once in a while Dean, we are supposed to be a team " he said pointing to himself and then his brother. Dean grinned at him,
" Dude, it was one sniffling little demon and not the hard kind. We best get rid of the body though before any civvies come across it ". Sam nodded and helped his brother move the demons corpse into a nearby empty warehouse,
" We going to salt and burn ? Man that sucker was heavy " Sam said panting slightly,
" Probably down to the evil flying monkey's wings " Dean snarked a grin on his face his eyes bright with amusement,
" Dude, you are seriously turning way to fan girl with the whole wizard of oz thing. Sure you're not a friend of Dorothy ? "
" What the hell does that mean ? " Dean asked scowling at his brother, Sam smirked
" It means Dean that there's a reason people think your gay " Dean gave his brother the Winchester salute, which to everyone else was a raised middle finger, Sam laughed
" Laugh it up wookie, they think you're gay too, and you are most definitely the bitch in this duo "
" Am not " Sam spat, then cringed at the childish reply
" Oh yeah, definitely a Stanford worthy reply there college boy "
" Jerk "
" Bitch " Dean grinned as Sam huffed his way over to the duffle containing the gas and salt " Okay Sammy light this sucker up ",
" Its Sam, and I know what I'm doing Dean " Sam spat as he liberally doused the body in petrol and salt lighting it with a lit matchbook from their latest motel.
" Well, well, well, what do we have here " a British voice asked " Seems like Spikes found himself someone who's seen the wicker man way to many times " Dean span round his .45 drawn in one fluid movement trained on the newcomers heart. Spike grinned
" Oh that won't work on me pet, you need something with a little more punch " Spike raced to Sam's side and had the younger Winchester in a choke hold
" D-D-Dean " he choked out
" Get your hands off my brother " Dean yelled, Spike quirked a brow
" Now why would I do that ? You boys can't come into my city and start playing Matthew Hopkins you know "
" What the hell are you talking about ? Who the hell is Matthew Hopkins ? " Dean asked angrily, Spikes grip lessened as he stared at the hunter before him
" You don't know who Matthew Hopkins is ? " Spike asked, he shook his head " Youth today "
" It's the witch finder general, went all round United Kingdom burning witches " Sam said
" Very good long shanks " Spike patted him on the back and again pointed to the gun Dean was holding
" You know that won't hurt me "
" Maybe not " Dean said as he shot the man in the shoulder " But it'll hurt like a bitch, besides I don't know what you are ".
Spike was thrown from Sam as the bullet tore through him, he snarled and span round to face the two men, his vampire face in place,
" Shit, Sammy where's the machete ? " Dean asked as he unloaded the clip into the approaching Vampire
" In the car Dean. How was I supposed to know we'd run into vampires "
" Jesus Sam. You got your knife on you ? " Dean asked as Spike threw himself at the older Winchester wrestling him to the ground, Sam reached into his boot to extract the bowie knife he kept there and made to move towards his brother, he was halted from approaching as a battleaxe blade was held at his throat
" Don't even think about it boy , now move nice and slow. Throw the knife over there and then hands above your head. Understand ? " Sam nodded " Spike stop playing with your food will you "
" NO!! Please don't hurt him, we'll go, just don't hurt him " Sam pleaded
" The little snot shot me !! I've got every right to take my piece of flesh Angel "
" An-Angel ? You're Angel ? " Sam asked
" Yeah, so ? " Angel glared into Sam's eyes as he pulled him around to face him
" You're the vampire with a soul right ? You help people ? Me and my brother we're hunters we we're trailing a demon it was killing children "
" That doesn't explain why you shot Spike " Angel spat " Care to explain ? ",
" The Billy Idol wannabe attacked my brother " Dean growled from his position on the floor " I'm not going to let that go. I was protecting my family. Now you get your damn hands of him or you'll have me to deal with " he glared at the tall vampire. Angel smirked at the young mans bravado, he was pinned to the floor by Spike yet he was still making threats,
" Spike let him go "
" But…"
" Let. Him. Go " Angel ground out through clenched teeth, Spike glared at his sire and released Dean from the floor. Dean got to his feet and brushed himself down shooting the blonde vampire a shit eating grin,
" That's it Blondie , listen to daddy "
" Dean " Sam said his brothers name like it was the greatest curse word ever,
" What ? " Dean asked with wide eyed innocence. Sam shook his head at his foolhardy brother, gripping him around the elbow and leading him towards the exit,
" I want you gone by sunrise " Angel ordered " Or Spike gets his pound of flesh " Spike grinned at Dean who only shot him a look of disgust
" Yeah ,whatever Angel " he spat out the name as if it was acid in his mouth , Sam gave his brother a silencing look, Dean rolled his eyes.
" Look Angel we need more time, we're here to find someone actually, he may have a book that can help us out of a sticky situation "
" Sam " Dean said the warning clear in his tone, Sam ignored him,
" No Dean, this could be your only chance to break the deal. We need to find that book and Bobby said the guy who had it was here in L.A "
" Sam , I told you there's no way out of this deal okay, we break it and you die and I'm not willing to let that happen "
" You're going to go to hell Dean " Sam yelled. Angel and Spike froze on the spot had they just heard right ? , was this arrogant boy who had stood his ground and shown no fear going to hell?
" What are you talking about ? " Angel asked coming to stand next to the arguing Winchesters, Dean turned a glare to the vampire
" Stay out of this dead boy, this is non of your business " Angel tensed at the much hated nick name that he'd received on numerous occasions from Xander Harris when he had lived in Sunnydale. He and the young friend of Buffy's had never got on , namely because Xander never trusted him.
" Would you not call me that " Angel asked " I hate when people call me that " Dean smirked at the vampire,
" What would you prefer ? How about oh fanged wonder, or Mick, maybe Paddy ? Which would you like best ? I know, how about Angelus ? " Sam frowned at the cold look that Dean was giving Angel, Angel snarled,
" Its Angel "
" Yeah, well you'll always be Angelus to me. You never forget meeting your first vamp. Come on Sammy lets go find this bookworm of yours " Dean said turning on his heel and heading out to the parked impala out on the main street, Sam sent an apologetic smile to the en-souled vampire,
" I'm sorry, he just gets like that. Look if you can help we're looking for a guy named Wesley Wyndham Price "
" Wes ? I know him, we work together " Angel scribbled down on a piece of paper and pushed it towards the young hunter " Here take this, tell him I sent you . I'll see you there later I want to know why your brothers going to hell and why he seems to hate me so much " Sam shrugged,
" Your guess is as good as mine, he's not exactly the sharing kinda guy. I'll ask him why he's got it in for you but I can't promise I'll find out " a horn blared as an engine outside somewhere purred
" Sam !! Move your ass " Dean shouted, Sam held aloft the paper and gave the vampire a brief wave
" Thanks for this " he turned on his heel and rushed from the warehouse to his brother leaving the two vampires alone in the warehouse.
Angel wracked his brain he was sure he'd never met Dean before, he would have remembered he was sure of it. All of Angelus's memories where his even as much as he didn't want them to be, they where always there plaguing his nightmares and torturing his soul. Spike cleared his throat making Angel grimace
" So looks like freckles isn't a fan of the great Angel "
" Spike " Angel growled,
" Oh don't feel bad, perhaps the pup'll take a shine to you " he grinned,
" Lets just get back to the hotel " Spike rolled his eyes as Angel moved off into the night, he adjusted his leather duster and winced at the bullets that were in his cold body.
" Hey you think you could maybe get these bloody bullets out of me before I get lead poisoning or something ? "
" Spike, you're dead, you won't get lead poisoning " Angel called after him as he moved towards the black soft top car, he climbed in behind the wheel and sighed, when was he going to stop paying for the things he'd done as Angelus ? He snorted to himself ' when hell freezes over maybe', Spike climbed in beside him,
" So back to the Bat cave then ? Oh and that little wanker so owes me a new shirt " Spike muttered as he fingered the holes in his top " This was practically new " he sulked, Angel raised surprised brows to him
" You can't be serious, you've had that shirt at least ten years!! "
" Exactly!! Practically new " he huffed. It was going to be a long night, he only hoped that Wes had the information to keep Dean out of hell. He remembered his time there, still had nightmares about it, and if he could he'd do everything in his power to keep the young man from the pit. Whether he trusted him or not.
A/N; So what do you think ? Should I carry on or leave it ? Leave me a review and let me know. Thanks guys xxx