So, I'm doing that whole Devour/Supernatural crossover. For those who you who've never seen Devour (the only thing you missed out on was Jensen's pretty mug) no worries, I pretty much explain the whole movie in like a paragraph. For those of you that have, it takes place after the end of the movie. For the Supernatural boys, it's kinda right after the Benders, but it's really not too specific. However, the story I'm doing has a different twist than what I've seen in other Devour/Supernatural crossovers, so hopefully you'll like.
Probably doesn't deserve the M rating for this chapter, but there will probably be slash, maybe Wincest in later chapters. Probably. We'll see where the plot bunnies lead.
Please let me know if I get anything wrong from the movie or Supernatural, it's been a while since I've watched Devour.
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"Dude, I think I've found something!" Dean Winchester exclaimed, sitting up straighter in the faded diner booth.
Sam Winchester looked at his brother, "Man, I thought we were here to relax for a couple of days. Take a break from demons and ghosts and monsters under the bed. Your arm's not even half healed from the psycho hillbillies."
"Oh come on, Sammy. My arm's no big deal. Besides, this case is crazy, like right up our alley." Dean said with excitement, pausing to take a bite from the cheeseburger in front of him. "But if you're too tired…"
"Fine, fine…what's the case?" Sam looked resigned, biting into a stale French fry.
"So there's this guy who's apparently on trial for multiple murders. Doesn't really sound like our thing, right? Well, they found the guy in some forest clearing, with his parents strung up, dead, hanging in a tree over his head. Their blood was collected in some kind of chalice and smeared all over the dude's mouth. He was passed out when the cops found him. Turns out he also killed some rich computer programmer, in the guy's own house."
"Dean, the guy's either just plain nuts, or crazy and in a cult." Rolling his eyes, he leaned back in his seat, the red plastic creaking. The fries sitting in a pile of congealed grease on the plate looked less and less unappetizing the longer Sam looked at them.
"You might think so, but there's a couple of issues with the case. The reason this, uhh," Dean paused to glance back at the laptop in front of him, "Jake Gray is not already sentenced for life is there's no way Gray could have strung both his parents up in the tree without help. Gray also pleads guilty to the programmer's murder, saying it was self-defense, but says he's innocent in the murder's of his parents. Also, there's this tattoo artist who claims that Gray came to him for information about devil worship. Well, the guy says Jake wasn't remotely interested in doing the actual worship himself, more like he was doing a research project."
Sam still looked unconvinced. "Maybe the tattoo guy and this Jake were buddies. Dean, this is a stretch."
Finishing the last bite of his burger, the elder Winchester reached for Sam's largely untouched fries. "It gets stranger," he said around a mouthful of the fries. "Just a couple of days before, Jake's best friend killed two people in his dorm, then cut out his own tongue and jabbed pencils in his ears. A few days after that, his sometimes girlfriend mutilated one of their college professors, then killed herself. A few days after that, his uncle dies in a car wreck 'cause he was stabbed through the head with a tree branch. Don't you think that's a lot of coincidences?"
"Yeah, but weird things happen that aren't supernatural, Dean. This is more than likely one of them." Seeing Dean about to raise further objections, he quickly hurried on. "But there is a chance that, to put it in your words, it might be right up our alley. So if you want to check it out, let's do it."
"Awesome. It'll take us about three hours to drive there…court starts at 3:30, and it's 11:30 now. We'll be there with time to spare." Dean's eyes gleamed with anticipation. Sam tossed a twenty onto the table, and the brothers rose, heading towards the glass door.
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"Well isn't this quaint." Dean said dryly, staring up at the tiny courthouse. The small brick building was rather unimposing, the sign stating "Jefferson City Courthouse" cracked and faded.
"Come on, court's about to begin," Sam pulled at Dean's leather clad arm. Walking through the front door and into the lobby, lit with dismal, flickering fluorescent lights, and cracked tile underneath their feet, the Winchester's stopped in front of the metal detector and security guard. The rather rotund guard smiled pleasantly enough at Sam, but widened his eyes and placed his hand on his gun when his eyes met Dean's.
The guard quickly turned slightly, speaking rapidly into his walkie-talkie and darting glares towards Dean's direction. The brothers exchanged confused glances.
"…so he's still there? Are you sure? You're looking at him, right? Ok… No, we're fine." The security guard sounded doubtful, but turned back to the Winchesters and waved them through the metal detector. Both went in without so much as a chirp from the machine, but Dean could still feel the guard's suspicious gaze on his back as he turned the corner.
"What the hell was that about?" Sam asked in confusion, glancing at Dean's equally confused face.
"The hell I know. This courthouse doesn't seem like it gets a whole lotta high priority cases. Maybe he was just jumpy, with some crazy Satanic kid on trial." Snorting, the older Winchester reached for the courtroom doors and pulled them open. Striding in, they took a seat in the back row, hoping to avoid much notice. However, the courtroom was crowded, but rather quiet. The doors shut with a slam, and everyone turned to face the back. Suddenly, the quiet whispers turned into rather alarmed conversation. People talked excitedly to their neighbors, some going as far as to point at the boys.
"Ok, maybe this town just hasn't seen strangers in a while. I mean, I know I'm good looking, but this is a bit much," Dean said, inclining his head slightly towards Sam.
"Yeah, this…oh dammit. Here comes the bailiff. What did you do?" Sam said through clenched teeth, giving the approaching bailiff his best not-guilty smile.
"Shit. What makes you think it was me?" Dean hissed back, sitting straighter on the bench, also trying for his best innocent look. It wasn't very successful.
The large, muscular bailiff had reached their bench and stood with his arms folded. "Boys, can I see some I.D. please?"
Before Dean could say anything snide, Sam quickly said, "Yes sir."
Staring at the proffered driver's licenses, the bailiff nodded and asked, "So, Mr. Henderson, why you here for this trial? Do you know the defendant?"
"No sir, just idle curiosity, I guess. We were just here for some, uh, camping, around the lake, and heard about the trial." Dean said, hoping there was a lake in the town, not to mention camping grounds.
Not looking convinced, the bailiff nodded again. "You boys don't go looking for trouble, y' hear?"
"Uhh, yes sir…" the brothers said.
Without another word, the bailiff strode to the front of the courtroom. Before the boys could say anything else, the bailiff announced, "All rise.."
Tuning out, Dean stood up, still miffed about their treatment, trying to ignore the glances and whispers still directed at him. The small doors towards the front left of the room opened, and the defendant, presumably Jake Gray, was led in wearing an orange jumpsuit, head hanging low. His hair was cut short, and rather spiky on top, that vague color of brown that was really no closer to brown than blonde. The whispers stopped, and the room was quiet except for the bailiff's voice.
Then Gray raised his head. He looked to be in his twenties, haggard and in need of a good shave. Hazel-green eyes gazed tiredly at the courtroom and met with Dean's. Gray's head flew up with surprise and he jerked to a stop. Dean felt Sam stiffen beside him and heard his muttered oath. Everything seemed to go too slowly and there was a certain unreal quality to the whole situation.
Even Dean's surprise seemed to be in slow motion. He felt like he should be feeling something else, like his quick intake of breath and clenching of his fists weren't enough for this. The guard, the murmurs and the bailiff all made sense now. He could understand their suspicion. Dean would be nervous too if someone walked into a courtroom wearing the face of a supposed murderer.
"Dean…" Sam breathed, face pale.
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CRAZY! Haha, maybe not that weird. It's not like they haven't seen it before. Oh well, hopefully I've got enough of y'all hooked. Anywho, tell me what ya liked or didn't like! Next chapter will have waaaay more interactions, and some slashy stuff, I dunno?