Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural or X-men
A/N: This is a little crossover with X-Men that I couldn't get out of my head. It happens after Simon Said and first X-Men movie. I also adjusted the characters a little, and made up their age.
Summary: Dean told Sam he was a freak, he just never told him the whole truth. Dean was sure his life was perfect example for irony: fire that killed his mother followed him his whole life. Both literally and figuratively. AU, crossover
Freak
Finally something went right, was Dean's first thought when he dug up the grave of Thomas Johnson, the ghost haunting nice family house in this lovely town, known as Wellsboro, Pennsylvania, where they were staying for the past three days. Sam was at the house looking after the family while Dean was here. If this was any other day, Sam would be here instead of him, nut with his hand being broken and all, he got the easy part of the job. Of course, that's what Dean let Sam think. Looking after a freaked out family while pissed off ghost is trying to kill you, is definitely not qualified as easy. One hit with the shovel and the coffin was open, revealing what was left of Thomas.
Dean threw the salt over the bones and set them on fire. He sat down next to the grave and watched as the fire did it's job. It was a beautiful sight, the way fire danced against the wind, never backing down from it, always defiant. Kinda like him. He never showed any respect to authority, besides his dad. When he put his mind on something, he wouldn't back down no matter what. The only time he backed down was because Sam would be in danger if he had continued with the original plan.
Even though fire basically destroyed his life, he was fascinated with it. Dean leaned back and laid on the ground, looking at the sky. If Sam could see him right now, he'd never lived it down. He was in that position no more than two minutes when he noticed that fire was slowly dying. He looked at it, and as if gaining some strength from his look, it started to rise again, this time more powerful than before. That put a smile on his face. Yeah Sam would definitely make fun of him now. Dean enjoyed these moments, looking at the fire that had calming effect on him since he could remember, except once. When fire was turning his father to ashes. Fortunately, that train of thoughts was stopped by the sound of his phone. Sam was probably calling him to hear is he alright and to tell him how things were at his end.
"Yeah"
"Not bad."
"Did he put up any fight?" Dean asked Sam as he slowly raised from his position on the ground. The fire again began to die.
"Yeah, few things are broken, but nothing else," and before Dean asked him is he okay he added, "I'm fine, Dean not even a scratch."
"That's good to know."
"You need any help there?"
"You ask now when the job is done. No, I'm good. I just have to put the dirt back in, which shouldn't take more than an hour. See you, Sammy," with that the line went dead
The house wasn't that far from the motel so Sam decided to take a walk. And besides if he didn't want to walk, he didn't had any other choice, Dean had the Impala. He lied to Dean about not being injured, he had a scratch above his left eyebrow. It wasn't even that big, he could clean it before Dean got back. When he got back to their room, he took a quick shower, cleaned his so called wound, he was right it didn't even need bandages, and went to bed, too tired to wait Dean.
Dean put his cell-phone back in the pocket and picked up the shovel. The fire died completely sometime during his and Sam's conversation. He started putting the dirt back in the grave, and by the time he was done, it looked like nothing happened there. Getting back to the motel, he threw himself on the bed, not bothering with the shower or changing clothes, he was just too tired. His last thoughts were about Nyx and Ryan, and their current hunt.
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To say that Ryan and Nyx were screwed was an understatement. It turned out that the wendigo they hunting had a mate, and when Nyx killed the mate with her flare gun, the thing got more angry and decided to get his revenge on Nyx. During Nyx's imitation of human ball, the second flare gun was lost. When Ryan tried to help, he got thrown into the wall, which resulted with at least one broken rib. Wendigo threw Nyx on the floor next to Ryan, but when it tried to get closer to them and kill them, it was stopped by fire.
One Ryan's look at Nyx lying next to him told him everything he needed to know. She probably had few bruised, possibly broken ribs and her left shoulder looked unnaturally big which meant broken collarbone. But what concerned him the most was the concussion, which was what started the fire in first place. She was badly hurt so her abilities were out of control. But they were protecting them for now.
Realizing that it couldn't hurt, Ryan also used his abilities. Every time wendigo tried to come closer, it would be electrified. Ryan moved Nyx so that she was leaning on him, but not against his injured side, which hurt like hell by the way.
All of this happened earlier today, and now was 2 a.m. according to Ryan's watch. They were in for a long night. He just hoped Nyx would wake up soon, cause if she doesn't, then she could die. He also hoped someone noticed they were missing. But for now all he could do was wait.
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Sam woke up at 10 a.m. Glancing at the bed next to him, he saw Dean sleeping in his clothes. Shaking his head, he got out of the bed. First thing he did was shower. Realizing he needed coffee to function, he went to get them some breakfast. With one last look at Dean's sleeping form, he exited the room and locked the doors behind him. On his way to the coffee shop, he bought newspapers to find their next hunt, since this one was successfully done. Big headline caught his eyes: TWO MORE PERSONS WENT MISSING, so he quickly read it. It said that two teenagers went to the woods in the morning and missed their meeting with ranger officer later that day. There was fourteen names on the missing persons list, sixteen with these two. Sam searched for the name of town. Jamestown, New York. Not that far from here, he thought putting the papers under his arm, and went in search for breakfast.
Dean was woken by bad feeling in his gut. Truth be told, he barely got to sleep because of it. It bugged him whole night and he couldn't shake it off. He checked his phone for new messages, there was none. Now he was beginning to get worried. Deciding a shower would be good, since he missed it last night, he went to the bathroom. Stripping from his clothes in which he fell asleep, he stepped into the shower, letting the hot water empty his mind.
When Sam entered the room, he heard the shower running. He was surprised Dean was up already. He put coffee tray and pancakes on the table in the corner, and went to get the laptop from his bag. Just as he wrote town's name in search engine, Dean got out from the bathroom fully dressed and sat across from him.
"Morning sunshine, how do you feel?" Sam asked, smiling at his brother. The glare Dean sent him reminded him that it's not smart thing to do goad Dean before he had his coffee. Unless if you're suicidal, which Sam wasn't, at least not the last time he checked.
"Peachy, couldn't get comfortable," was Dean's answer as he sipped his coffee.
"If you hadn't fell asleep in your clothes that wouldn't be a problem."
Dean drinked his coffee, ignoring Sam and his yammering. Shower did nothing to ease his bad feeling. He couldn't pinpoint what exactly was wrong, which annoyed the hell out of him. And Sam wasn't helping, not in the slightest way.
"Found us a job," Sam said to get Dean's attention back.
"What and where?" Dean asked, but to Sam it looked like something else was on his brother's mind.
"People went missing in Jamestown, New York," Sam said frowning when he saw the guarded look in Dean's eyes at the town's name. It looked like Dean was hiding something from him, and Dean's answer confirmed him that.
"That's covered."
"What?" Sam was surprised at this outcome, "How do you know that?"
"Last time we were at Roadhouse, some hunter was talking about going there," Dean lied. Technically it wasn't that far from the truth, just it wasn't at the Roadhouse.
Sam's answer was interrupted by the sound of Dean's phone. It was the first time Sam heard that ringtone, so it wasn't the same person that called Dean almost every second day. Dean got up and picked it up from the nightstand. Sam saw him frown at the caller's ID, but then Dean turned his back on him, which completely shocked Sam.
"Yeah?"
"Yesterday."
"They told me."
"Should but didn't."
"I'll go check it."
"Yeah, yeah. Bye!"
Listening to one side of the conversation Sam was confused, but before he could ask Dean what was going on, Dean took the papers from the table and started to read them.
Looking at the headline in the papers, Dean knew where that bad feeling came from.
"Whoever was doing that case, he screwed it up," Sam pointed out, which was incredibly stupid thing to do.
"Shut up, Sam!" Dean said with angry look on his face, the one that promised not so nice things happening to him if he disobeyed.
Sam flinched from Dean's tone of voice. He tried to remember when was the last time he heard it, but he was coming out blank. And that scared him a little.
Dean threw the papers on the floor, and started to pack his bag. He was calculating how long it will take them to get there. Out of corner of his eye, he saw Sam packing his bag as well. For now he was grateful that Sam hadn't asked anything, although he knew that won't last long.
Within fifteen minutes of the call, they were out of the motel's parking lot. When the reached the highway, Dean turned on the radio and put the volume not max but near, so that he could avoid talking with Sam, but also so that he could figure out what went wrong in Jamestown.
Sam was angry at Dean because he was ignoring him. Sam knew Dean turned on the music so that he didn't have to talk with him. He didn't understand Dean's reaction at the motel. It looked like he was pissed at the person who screwed up the job. But Sam couldn't be sure, not yet anyway.
An hour from Jamestown, Dean's phone rang again. Sam was surprised he even heard it from the music. He noticed Dean relaxed a little when he saw who the caller was, but he was still way too tense. Sam again had to settle with Dean's side of conversation, which was really vague.
"Hey."
"Yeah, I'm going there now. Where are you?"
"Yeah, I know."
"I will. Bye," Dean hung up the phone, but didn't turn on the music again, which Sam saw as Dean giving him the opportunity to ask what he wanted to know.
"Do you know what we're hunting?" Sam didn't want to start with the hard questions, and this one seemed harmless enough.
"Wendigo," Dean said without moving his attention from the road.
Since this whole deal started, Dean hadn't said a sentence that had more than five words, which was unusual for Sam, but hearing that one word, he understood why. He remembered their last encounter with the thing, and it wasn't nice. He wanted to ask Dean why this case bothered him so much, but decided against it. He would ask when the job is finished and people saved.
Dean was surprised when no more questions came his way, but he appreciated what Sam was doing. He still hadn't figured out why those two ended up in trouble, they should have been able to handle it. But there had to be something they missed in their research. Not just them, he also. After all, he read everything they found and it matched completely with the things written in John's journal. But what concerned him the most was in what state he would find them.
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Ryan was woken by the sound of screaming from the other part of the cave. He was surprised he fell asleep in the first place, but before he could think about it more, he felt Nyx moving next to him.
"Nyx, come on. Wake up," he said putting his hand gently on her shoulder.
The second the lights were turned on in Nyx's world, first thing she felt was pain, and lots of it. Every part of her body hurt, but the worst were shoulder and ribs. Definitely broken, was the next thought that entered her brain, right after Ouch. She started to sit up.
"Be still," hearing Nyx's shallow breaths, and realizing her intentions on sitting up, Ryan stopped her. She seemed to be herself, more or less.
Looking around herself, Nyx noticed the firey circle around her and Ryan, and tried to make it more powerful, but couldn't. Great, now I'm really screwed up. Her abilities were acting out of her control. That in itself wasn't scary, not like the fact that she was too messed up to have any control over them. But she was grateful that they were at least keeping them alive. For now. Trying to figure out what happened after hitting the wall, she came up with nothing.
"Ryan?"
"Hm?"
"What happened after my ball imitation?" she asked in quiet voice.
"It threw me next to you, and the next moment there was fire around us and you were unconscious."
"You hurt?" she asked hearing that Ryan was also thrown around, while trying move herself, afraid she was aggravating his injuries.
"Just two broken ribs, and I'm assuming one very nice bruise on my back," Ryan said wrapping his arms around her and keeping her in place that way, "Stop moving so much."
"Do you think anyone noticed we're missing? I know Dean did, since we failed to check in."
Ryan checked his watch. 3 p.m. They were supposed to check in with Dean as soon as they finished, which should have been a long time ago, so he was probably on his way here, "Park ranger. We were supposed to meet him yesterday at the office at 4."
Nyx and Ryan quitted when they heard someone coming.
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Dean stopped Impala at the ranger's office. Ryan's dark blue Yenko Chevelle was parked few feet from it, so that was Dean's first step as he got out of the car. He knew that he would find their notes. Unlocking the driver's door, he got inside and opened the glove compartment, pulling out the folder with everything they had on the case and started to read it. To Sam, all of this was weird. First of all, why would Dean have keys of that car? Second, how he knew where the folder would be? But now wasn't the time to ask questions, they had lives to save. And then Dean's voice brought Sam back to the problem at hand.
"Fuck! Can't believe I missed this," Dean was angry at himself for not noticing sooner. In these circumstances, even he and Sam would be in danger.
"What?" Sam was once again surprised at the anger in Dean's voice, and wondered at who it was directed.
"Come here and look at this," Dean waited until Sam was standing next to him before he continued, "this wendigo wakes every forty-two years. Last time it was awake, seven people went missing. And this year, the number doubled."
Realization dawned on Sam's face, "Shit, there's two of them."
"Most likely, mates. That's why they're in trouble. They probably killed one, but the other one jumped them."
"Dean?"
"What?"
"Who was working this case?" Sam asked because he still had no idea why was this so important to Dean.
"Friends of mine," that was the best explanation he would give Sam for now. Walking to the Impala, he opened the trunk and pulled out four flare guns. Not bothering to stop at the ranger's office, they went to the woods, in direction of caves marked on the map Dean found in the folder.
They reached them within half an hour. It was still daylight so the thing could be inside. Carefully entering, Dean led the way, following his instincts. Sam wondered how long it will take them to find it's lair in this labyrinth, but Dean seemed to have no problem navigating through it. After few minutes, they heard faint voices, so they hurried towards them. Dean recognized the voices and he was glad they were alive. When they reached another cave entrance, they slowed their pace so that they don't scare them.
"Nyx? Ryan?" Dean quietly called out, and almost jumped from happiness when he heard Nyx's response, "Dean?"
The sight Dean was greeted with brought his anger back. Nyx and Ryan were lying on the ground inside fiery circle. That in itself wasn't so shocking, not once he noticed how they looked. Ryan had big cut on his forehead and hand across his ribs, while Nyx was favoring her entire left side. They both looked sheepish under his scrutinizing gaze. The fire disappeared when Dean approached Nyx, who easily read concern in his eyes. She knew he was probably freaking out when they failed to check in, "Good to see you again," she said as Dean crouched down next to her and started to examine her shoulder, "took you long, though."
"You managed to bust your left collarbone," Dean calmly said when he was done with his examination.
"Always wondered how you did it, but now I know," she answered in teasing voice, but then she was serious, "And I don't want to do it again."
Dean couldn't help but laugh at that when he moved to examine Ryan.
"I just have broken ribs," Ryan told him before he started.
"Yeah, I can hear," Dean said, referring to his heavy breathing, "You two know that you are in trouble?"
"From you or back home?" Ryan and Nyx asked at the same time.
"From Jean," Dean pointed out for them.
Sam felt like an intruder watching this exchange. He had no idea who these kids were. Cause that's what they were, not older than nineteen, if even that. He couldn't make out their faces from all the blood and dirt covering them.
"I'm sorry to interrupt this, but what happened here?" he asked, fed up with being ignored. To his question, both Ryan and Nyx lowered their heads and studied the ground.
"There was two of them," it was Nyx who answered, not removing her gaze from the ground.
"Yeah, we know. It wasn't your fault that you missed that. We barely saw it," Dean said, not liking that they were avoiding eye contact, "Did you get one?"
"I killed one before the other one got a drop on me," Nyx said with defeat in her voice, and that was all Dean needed to hear to get him going.
"I'll go find the other one. Sam, you go find other people," Dean said as he stood up, and before Sam could protest he was gone. Sighing, Sam went the other way, leaving Nyx and Ryan alone, once again protected inside fiery circle.
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Dean was walking around the cave, when he heard familiar sound of wendigo right behind him. Before he could turn around, the thing picked him up and threw into the wall, the same way from which he came from. He barely stopped himself from screaming out as a piece of rock pierced his right shoulder and stayed there when he fell to the ground, somehow still holding his flare gun. He raised himself from the ground and looked at the creature with hatred in his eyes.
"Stupid son of a bitch," he said as he watched the creature turning to ashes and holding his right hand in which he held forgotten flare gun. He dropped it to the ground and went back to Nyx and Ryan.
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Sam found barely three persons alive. Out of fourteen. The others were long gone, and these would be also if they came few hours later. He could smell burning flesh in the air so he hurried back.
When he came back he saw Dean helping Nyx and Ryan to stand up, "Can you two walk or would you like to stay here?" Dean asked them.
"I think I kinda like it here, now without wendigo around," Nyx answered Dean, which proved his doubts that Nyx was like Dean.
It took them an hour to get to the ranger's office, with almost all of them hurt. But Dean hid his wound with his jacket, so nobody could see it.
"Sam, you and Ryan take Chevelle," Dean said throwing Sam the keys, "we're taking them home."
"Dean, they need hospital…"
"No!" Dean, Nyx and Ryan said unison.
"Why not? You," he said pointing to Nyx, "have busted collarbone and broken ribs. And you," he was now pointing at Ryan, "have broken ribs also. So I think you need hospital."
"Sam, we can't go to hospital. We just can't," Ryan told him as a matter of fact.
"Why the hell not?" Sam snapped, tired with all the secrets and vague answers.
Nyx snapped back at him, "Cause we're mutants!"