What happens when Sam and Dean Winchester have to babysit a woman who is not all that she seems.
A crossover story.
Chapter 1
Sam and Dean Winchester were driving towards Bobby's place but still a half-day out and they are getting tired. Too much driving after such a battle.
Vampires...it had to be blood sucking Nosferatu looking...ass butts. These were the last things they wanted to deal with. When will it finally get better? Never! There is no chance...no way it will ever stop.
And the hits they just keep coming.
They're broke...live in crap hotels...the only thing that makes the world worth fighting for is beer, pizza, bacon cheeseburgers and women.
Tonight they change it up...they're stopping on the outskirts of Chicago because Dean wants some deep dish pizza. This time they hustled enough pool to stay at an airport hotel...and a nice one.
Dean wants to try his charms on the hotel barmaids, travelling women and beer lots of beer. They hit the large open bar but it is overrun by the overflow from some sort of convention.
Full of military personnel...the joint is full of them and very few women. The two Winchester men are no match for all these men in uniform but they manage to find their way to the bar, get one beer.
"Come on Sam...this place is a damn sausage fest anyway...too much brass."
"There is one woman...she seems to be the centre of attention."
Dean looks across the room to see a very small older woman in the centre of a circle men with more bars on their chests and arms that he has ever seen. The woman has a distinctive crop of white hair and with cheekbones and curves that even impress him.
"She must have been something when she was younger. Wonder if she's famous...look at the brass around her."
"Yeah...she's certainly the centre of attention. This place seems a little hot for us don't you think?"
"Yeah let's get back to the room."
They reach the room and Cas is standing waiting for them.
"Cas what are you doing here?" Sam asks.
"There has been a lot of demon activity around here...I think there is an epicentre happening and I need your help to find the cause."
"Around Chicago? It's a big place Cas."
"No you misunderstand me Dean...around this hotel. There is something important going on here and they are on the move inward. Do you have your weapons?"
"Just a few...the rest are in the car." Sam says looking concerned.
"I wonder if that big military party downstairs has anything to do with it." As Dean says this Cas disappears.
"While Cas looks into that, Dean I will go get the bags out of the car."
"Hurry back Sam...I've got a bad feeling about this."
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M has always hated being short.
Tall military men surrounding towering over her. After having spent a good part of the afternoon socializing and drinking they are now vying for her attention. M is use to being the centre of attention on occasions such as this.
Her neck is getting a crick looking up at all of them, not that they return the favour by looking her in the eyes...much.
Bond insisted on accompanying her on this trip because of threats the office has received...directed at her. That is really nothing new...part of the job description. Britain's enemies are hers and threats against the head of MI6 are continuous...it just means that what they are doing is having an impact.
Bond's been standing pouting in the corner the entire evening because he thinks her dress is too...inappropriate for an evening meeting dominated by men.
M does not know what his is on about and she is rarely ever at occasions that are not dominated by men. Christ she would never get the chance to wear it outside of a work function...it is not like she has the time to date.
M's husband has been dead 6 months and her social life is work, only work...there is nothing but the work.
Keep Britain and the world safe from all the things in heaven and earth that bumps in the night.
Her dress comes only to her knees because she's tired of tripping over the long ones and it is summer and very warm here in the Chicago area.
It is a dark blue Grecian gown that's cut equally low in the front and back with a silver design that circles the dress just under her breasts and she loves it. The skirt's layered, light and flows when she moves.
Too hell with age...she is tired of being told she has to dress a certain way just because she is 65 and now a senior. Her life has changed...her husband is dead and she needs to feel like a woman again not just a poor widow...and the bitterly lonely head of a secret government agency.
Bond's eyes just about popped out of his head when he opened the door to her room. He tried to insist she take a jacket...in case it was cold. It actually amuses M that she, of all people can elicit such a physical response from James Bond.
"M do you have a wrap or cover up?"
"Bond it is 35 degrees celsius and the entire thing is inside this hotel...I don't even need to step outside."
M chose a more practical low heel because she knew she would be standing for long dull portions of the evening making small talk with members of the military and CIA.
So, yes again M's thoughts come full circle to the original...she hates being short.
With the other guests towering over her, M is catching a fair amount of eyes lingering on her cleavage. M smirks at them when she catches them staring. Some don't even show embarrassment at being caught.
Bond accused her earlier of using them...her secret weapons, he called them... to curry favour and accomplish the concessions for MI6 to take the lead on cases involving EU countries.
If it will get them out of here faster and back home she'll bloody well do a strip tease. Besides her husband always said her eyes were her greatest weapon.
M has a strange feeling of dread ever since they landed here last night.
The hotel is fine and for security reasons she has not left the hotel. All of her meetings are here in the secured space set aside for them by the CIA.
The dread reminds her of things she experienced once a long time ago…when she was with her cousin Minerva.
M's thoughts come to a halt with a sudden commotion by the door of the hall and a fight has broken out...too much drink no doubt.
M's other guard, Travis moves forward towards her and so does Bond.
The pushing and shoving of members of the military and some outsiders has begun. Travis is at her side and Bond takes her by the elbow guiding her to a back door. Shout cry out around the room.
There is an odd man staring at her wearing a tan trench coat. She meets his eyes...there is an odd glow behind them for a moment and then she turns to say something to Bond who is pulling her faster as he looks at the commotion behind them.
M turns back to look for the man but he has vanished. As they reach the door a man with black eyes snarls at them and flings Travis across the room. He smashes against the wall and slides limply down.
Bond pulls his gun and shoots him twice but to no avail. The creature snarls and backhands him, knocking him down for a moment.
M's knocked to the side. against the wall as she turns to watch Bond battle the black eyed man with seemingly inhuman strength.
Two men enter the room bursting through the door Bond tried to take M through. They're armed with shotguns and begin looking around.
The Winchester's see a blonde man in a suit manage to kick his assailant to the ground, and then whoever he is shoots the demon with his pistol. When that does nothing Bond kicks him so hard that his head brakes back a an odd angle.
The creature stops moving and black smoke escapes up through the mouth.
More men come at them as Bond momentarily locks eyes on a sacred looking M pinned against the wall. Suddenly a man in a trench coat arrives beside her brandishing two short swords attacking men with black eyes and who burn up when impaled by him.
The two young men are shooting creatures forcing them back and hurting some enough to cause dark smoke to escape from them as they collapse. The two young men nod to Bond after they saw him dispatch one with the power of his kick.
Bond is struggling to work his way to M...he needs to get to her but he also needs to know what is going on.
Bond kicks one of the creatures off one of the young men with shot guns. "Why does my gun have no effect?"
The taller of the men reaches in a duffel at his feet and tosses a sawed-off shotgun to Bond.
Bond stands beside them and shoots at anything with black eyes that comes near them. The shots hurt them but do not kill most of them.
Occasionally black smoke leaves the weaker ones but Bond has never seen anything on earth that he has not been able to kill with his regular skill.
Bond eases towards M again shooting as he goes. All he knows is that he has to get M somewhere safe and fast.
These two young men seem to know all about these along with their magically appearing friend.
The man protecting M suddenly looks up and then there is a beam of intense light. A large man in a black trench coat appears and they begin to struggle. The short man who is protecting M, drops one of the two short swords while they struggle.
M picks up the blade it vibrates warmly in her hand but she does not hesitate to bury it into the back of the attacker. M remembers feeling this odd warm trembling power from years ago...when she touched...
An explosive light explodes through the room and some the closer creatures with black eyes scream and burn.
Sam looks to his older brother. Dean says, "what the hell is going on...angels and demons at the same time?"
"I don't know Dean but we should get out of here. I will go get the bags you get the car. Cas...what is going on?"
"Not here...we need to leave and she needs to stay with you, get her somewhere safe and I will follow later."
"Ok move everyone now." Dean yells ushering the blonde man and the older woman out as the demons regroup and follow them down the hall.
Bond fires the shotgun repeatedly into those that pursue, expertly hitting true every time. Sam tosses him a bag of extra shotgun shells.
Dean runs into their room while Bond covers them. Sam guides M out the back door at the end of the hall, shooting at others that are outside.
M still clutches the small silver sword in her hand the warmth of it is reassuring. She's shocked but not surprised...she felt something odd was going to happen.
Sam makes for the car as Dean joins…"There are too many of them, where are they coming from and why!"
Bond looks at M, "Get her out of here...keep her safe...I will hold them off."
Sam and Dean look at each other and then at the crazed English man in the suit shooting everything that comes near with a scary efficiency and cold-blooded look on his face.
The English man moves to the door of the car and opens it for the older woman. "GET IN M...I will follow if I can."
"BOND...I…"
He shoots another, all the while focusing on the small woman. He pulls a cell phone out of his suit jacket and tosses it into the back seat. "I MEAN IT M!"
Sam shoot another approaching demon as Dean tosses a bag in the backseat. Dean climbs in and starts the old Impala.
Bond looks in the window at Dean, "guard her with your life! I will follow as soon as I can."
Sam stands in his open door taking shots at approaching demons. The man she called Bond still holds the door open for the small woman.
"M just go...do as you are bloody well told for once!"
"007 you do not get to order me around!"
Bond kisses her forehead quickly, "you are too important M...Run com silent until we can sort this..."
Bond pushes her into the car and slams the door as he reloads and fire killing two and hitting another with the but of the shotgun.
"Go...get her out of here now!"
Dean hits the gas as he sees the man dispatch three more...kicking fighting and shooting his way through the lot.
"Who taught that dude how to fight?"
Sam looks at the silent woman in the back seat, "we will take you somewhere safe ma'am...your son... will catch up...I'm sure."
Sam gives her a wan smile and M nods at the young man...hoping he is right.
She says a small prayer that Bond will make it and come find her. She looks at the mobile he gave her...it is his. M makes sure the gps function's enabled and lies down in the back...wishing this was all just a bad dream.
Bond kissed her goodbye...he would never do that...ever. Christ he thinks that is the last they will ever see each other. Please god let him live...she could use a shining knight right about now, or even a slightly tarnished knight like James Bond.
After an hour the woman is lying across the back seat sleeping fitfully and using Dean's bag as a pillow. Her hands still clasping the angel's sword.
Sam peaks back at the woman...Em in the back seat. "Who do you think she is?"
"Don't know...why didn't you ask while sleeping beauty was still awake?"
"I thought she might be in shock or something...did you see her son fight...that was...nuts."
"Sammy...Sammy there is no way she is that dude's mom."
"Why?"
"Dude...no one looks at their mom that way, ever...that's why."
"Dean...come on."
"No...man I have never seen anyone that intent on saving a person in my life. The way he looked at her while still shooting baddies and forcing her into the car...it was as if it was normal for him...I bet they are hunters. English version 2.0."
"Dean...you saw the room...she is dressed for a formal military event...that suit he is wearing is really expensive...definitely not hunters."
"Ok...so we have two well dressed English people who know how to fight. Not to mention that they didn't even flinch when the shit hit the fan. Yet didn't know that regular bullets don't work on demons."
"Well whoever she is, Cas told us to bring her and look after her too. Maybe she is another prophet?"
"Let's take her to Bobby's and find out why she is so important."
To be continued….