Warnings: Contains obscure crossovers of my favorite shows, movies, books, ANIME, and MANGA. If you don't like anime or manga, go ahead and skip those stories or just turn back. I've been dying to find some crossovers of some of these but since no one seems to be getting any ideas, I suppose I'll have to take it up. I am also still working on HellHounds and may just take down my Cirque du Freak crossover story to add into here.

The Tale of the Winchesters

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JOKE'S ON YOU, BUB

(BATMAN) THE DARK KNIGHT x SUPERNATURAL

S: Dean and Sam chase the "trickster" to the abandoned warehouse only to find themselves in the fictional Gotham City.

1

The trickster was an angel, a goddamn angel. It was the only thing that made sense, the only thing powerful enough to mess with reality and immune to wooden stakes through the heart. It had to be a fucking angel because if it wasn't…well damn, Dean was just about out of ideas at this point. The blonde hunter kicked the door to the warehouse open and barged in, not bothering to wait for Sam to catch up. He felt his jeans for his lighter. It was about damn time to end this for good because man was he getting tired of freakin' TV Land. Unfortunately, the moment he took one step into the warehouse, his surroundings shifted, again. Dean had the sudden childish urge to stomp his foot in frustration as he took stock of the intersection he landed on that was only slightly reminiscent of NYC. It took only a moment for Sam to step through next, stumbling to land on both his feet beside him.

"What the…hell," his brother muttered once he gathered himself together.

"Tell me about it," Dean said. He could see cars jerking to stop all around them, waiting for the two idiots half bent in the middle of the intersection to get off the street. A couple impatient and angry looking drivers were half way out of their cars, intent on yelling at them to move. Then Dean heard sirens in the distance and that was more than enough to jolt the hunter to action. Wordlessly, he grabbed his brother's arm and began to drag him to the crosswalk, hoping they could just blend right in with the crowd of innocent passersby. "C'mon," he hissed to Sam.

Sam got the message and snatched his arm back from Dean. They walked briskly along the street, neither exactly sure on where to go in this new, foreign city. Dean looked around at the buildings with interest; sure he'd seen some of these places before but couldn't quite remember from where. It was obvious they still weren't in the real world, just some altered version of a TV show.

He squinted at the building looming overhead. Did that say…Gotham National Bank? Dean's eyes went wide when he reread it as they moved closer. He pulled Sam back by the shoulder, nearly colliding into him when the taller hunter turned around with a frown. "What is it, Dean?" Sam asked, reading the urgency in his eyes.

"Dude…that place says 'Gotham National Bank'," he hissed, pointing over to the bank. "You know what this means, Sammy? We're in freakin' Gotham City." He pulled Sam closer so he could whisper in his ear, "Batman, dude." He couldn't cover the giddiness in his voice no matter how hard he tried…this was freakin' Batman after all.

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Sam pulled away and looked at his brother. He could hear the awe in Dean's voice; see the unhidden excitement in bright, green eyes. Batman was like God to his brother, might as well have been God with the way the guy pretty much worshipped him. He shook his head in not quite suppressed amusement, a low chuckle making its way out of his throat. They stood a little ways from the bank for a while before Sam had to clear his throat and step back, pulling Dean out of his stupor.

"Right. So what, now we're in Movie Land?" It came out a little more bitter and sarcastic than Sam meant but who could really blame him? All he wanted was to talk to the trickster/angel/whatever the hell it was and what did they get instead? TV Land/Movie Land/Non reality for this one simple request…note to self, never request to talk to anything non human ever again.

Dean shrugged, not seeming to be the least bit bothered as he looked around him like a kid on Christmas Day eyeing his presents. "Does it matter, Sammy? Finally we're in an awesome place for once," Dean said with a grin.

Sam rolled his eyes. Seriously, what a freaking kid. Then suddenly Dean's eyes lit up and Sam knew his brother had just thought of something crazy. "Sammy," Dean began in a serious voice, "do you think we'll get to meet Batman and the Joker?"

Seriously? "Really, Dean," Sam said in a deadpan, unable to believe Dean was still not over it. All he wanted to do was find a place to crash so they could plan on where to start looking for the trickster angel thing because…this place, Gotham, was huge.

"What?" Dean asked innocently. Sam resisted rolling his eyes again, because really…

Dean sighed and finally seemed to notice his brother's distress. "OK, OK, I'll stop…for now," he said, putting his hands up in the universal gesture for surrender, "but if we see Batman or the Joker…" he trailed off with a helpless shrug.

Well it wasn't really what Sam hoped for but it'd have to do. At least Dean wasn't going to drive him crazy all the time with his damn fan girl-ing. "Yeah. OK. Whatever," Sam said, breathing out a sigh of relief.

Dean opened his mouth to say something to that, but suddenly froze, brows furrowed together in confusion. Sam frowned. Before he could ask what was wrong, Dean pressed a finger to his lips and hissed, "Shh. Don't you hear that?"

He began to shake his head but then he heard it too. He felt his eyebrows shoot high in his forehead in concentration. Gun shots rang out just as he whirled around, followed by a woman's terrified scream. "Dean," he hissed back, looking around for his suddenly missing brother. Shit. Where was he now?

"Sammy, c'mon," came Dean's voice from a distance.

Sam turned back and saw that Dean was a few strides ahead now, running like the hell hounds were on his heel. He barely stopped to look over his shoulder, gesturing for Sam to hurry the hell up and follow him. Sam hurried into a jog, trying desperately to catch up to his brother. "Wait up!"

Dean begrudgingly slowed down. Once Sam was in earshot again, "I know this scene, Sammy. It's when the robbers are shooting up the bank."

"Robbers?" Sam felt his brows furrow as he tried to remember the movie. But really, Batman was more Dean's thing than Sam's. "This is gonna be great," he muttered under his breath as they made it to the front. Another scream could be heard inside.

Dean's eyes gleamed with excitement again. "Yeah," he breathed.

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Gabriel would make a pretty good demon because Cas couldn't think of any form of torture that was worse than this. Seriously. He'd been tossed from one crappy show to another where he was almost always beaten to a pulp. His face was marred with cuts and bruises now. He wondered how the boys were faring but before he could expand on that thought, the ring he was on shifted to a large room that looked like the inside of a human bank. He blinked when he saw humans running around with guns and masks covering their faces.

Now where was he?

A man suddenly stopped and pointed a gun at him, silently daring him to move. Cas sighed and took a step forward. He closed his eyes for a brief moment before opening them again to stare blankly at the human before him, hoping he was at least a little bit intimidating to the bank robber. "I am an angel of the Lord." The baritone of his voice nearly sent tremors through the building.

The man laughed out right. "Yeah right, buddy. Nice try." Then he was shot through his favorite trench coat. He couldn't help but look down at his blood soaked coat with a frown. Again. Really?