The Winchester That Wasn't
A crossover between the shows "Supernatural" and "Kyle XY"
Set in between 4x19 and 4x20
(I apologize for all cussing. You know the Winchesters.)
Chapter One
Sam and Dean Winchester ran along the alley in Westhaven, searching for the vampire that they had been chasing for the past fifteen minutes. They had their guns aimed low, ready to swing them up to release the bullets soaked in dead man's blood. Dean hit the end of the alley wall and braced himself against it, preparing to round the corner. Sam eased up next to him, holding his gun up as he waited for his older brother to make the next move.
Dean swung around the corner as Sam ran across to the opposite side of the alley to cover Dean. They froze when they spotted a crumpled mass at the end of the alley. Dean glanced at Sam and approached the form on the ground, jaw set and gun aimed. Sam followed at a close distance, ready for anything. Dean reached his foot forward and nudged the body. He steadied himself as the body rolled over, leaving its head behind.
Dean groaned and lowered his gun. "Well, that's just great. Nice going, Sam."
Sam snapped his head around to glare at his brother. "Me? What did I do?"
"You had to get yourself kidnapped, and the vampire had time to make another kill," Dean grumbled. He looked around to see if anyone was around, and was thrown off slightly when Sam didn't retort at him. He turned to see that Sam was kneeling over the body. "Dude, what's with the silent treatment?"
"Hey, Dean, check this out…" said Sam as he reached for the head.
"I think I'll pass, freak," said Dean.
"Dude, just get over here," Sam bit off. Dean went around the other side of the body and knelt down as Sam rolled the head over.
Dean's eyes widened. "Huh…well, that's new…kind of…" Dean reached a hand down and reluctantly raised the lip up to check for the fangs, just in case. "Yeah, that's our vamp. What the hell?"
"Another hunter?" asked Sam.
"If he wasn't dead, I'd be expecting Gordon any second," Dean grumbled.
"So, a hunter in town somewhere was hunting the same vampire and got to it before we did?"
"Looks like. The question is, who?"
Dean was staring so intently at the body that he didn't notice something was wrong until he heard Sam gasp a little. Dean snapped his head up to see that Sam was grabbing his head.
"Sammy?"
Sam moaned as his knees hit the pavement.
"Sam!" said Dean as he rushed around the dead vampire, dropping to his knees and grasping his little brother by the shoulders. "Sammy, talk to me!"
Sam closed his eyes as the pain he had not felt for two years racked his brain. Fire flooded the neurons in his brain and the top of his spinal cord as he tried to breathe through it. Distantly, he felt someone grabbing his shoulders, but the only thing occupying his thoughts was how much it hurt. He let in a sharp intake of breath as light exploded behind his eyelids. He opened his eyes to escape the brightness, but was greeted with a scene he wasn't familiar with.
A tall, slender woman with long blonde hair walked down an empty street at night. It was a somewhat urban town—not too many houses, not too many businesses and skyscrapers. The woman carried herself with a familiar confidence that radiated from her into the night. A shadow fell across her from behind, and she froze, jaw set, as she slowly scanned the darkness for danger. After a moment, she continued walking, tensing up for something.
A man suddenly jumped out at her from the darkness, arms raised to attack her. The woman raised a leg and nailed the attacker in the chest with a kick. The man was sent sprawling to the ground as the woman spun to face him, arms up. The man's face shot up and looked at her, his eyes black.
The blonde smiled cockily. "Boy, you picked the wrong girl."
She launched herself at him as he did the same. At the last second, she sidestepped him, using his momentum to push him into the wall behind her. As he sailed past, his hands knocked her bag from her shoulder, spilling its contents onto the street.
As the demon's head cracked sickeningly against the brick, the woman spun to face him, prepared to counter another attack. She watched him warily as her muscles tensed. When he lunged an arm at her, she ducked to the side and came up, driving an elbow into his back between his shoulder blades. As he went down again, she whisked a flask out from her pocket and flung its contents at the demon. He yelled in pain as smoke curled from him, the holy water burning his skin. The woman smoothly walked over and planted a solid kick to his jaw.
"Exorcizamus te," the woman began before the demon could make a move, "omnis immunudus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica." The demon began to twitch and yell as the exorcism started to take effect. "Perditionis venenum propinare. Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciae. Hostis humanae salutis. Humiliare sub potenti manu dei. Contremisce et effuge. Invocato a nobis et sancto terribili nomine. Quem inferi tremunt. Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, domine. Ut ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias, libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos."
As the demon convulsed, he let out an other-worldly, inhuman scream. The black smoke poured out of his mouth and into the night sky. The man's body slumped to the ground, and the woman bent over him to check on him. Her head whipped up when she heard sirens approaching. She raced to grab up all of her belongings and shove them back into her purse. She looked down to see that she had missed her driver's license: Clear Padackles, 1025 Manchester Ave., Branson, Missouri. She rushed into the night, ducking behind a house as a cop car screamed onto the road.
Sam slammed his eyes closed as another wave of pain hit him. When he opened them again, Dean was crouched in front of him with an all-too-familiar worried look on his face.
"Sam, come on, snap out of it!" Dean yelled. Sam blinked a couple of times as Dean shook him a little. "You with me?"
"Yeah," replied Sam shakily, shocked beyond belief.
"What was that? What happened?"
"I think…" muttered Sam. He had to pause to gather himself. "I think I just had a vision."