A few weeks ago I saw a post by the Tumblr user tacogrande, which was a plot summary for a Supernatural/Glee crossover. So I got inspired I asked for permission to write a full-length fic, and here it is! I know it's a month too late for Christmas-stories, but better late than never, I guess?
This fic takes place during some kind of AU version of Previous Unaired Christmas; where is like it is in season five, but it's Christmas. As for Supernatural, I have no idea.
WARNINGS: Death of a main character. I should also warn for the fact that this fic becomes a little bit cracky in some places.
DISCLAIMER: As I said, this story is based on a plot summary written by the Tumblr-user tacogrande. And I, of course, don't own neither Glee nor Supernatural. If I did, would I really be writing fanfiction about it?
"... and on Thursday the trees will be examined by the judge…" Mr. Schuester paused before continuing reading the paper he had received regarding William McKinley High School's Christmas tree decorating contest. "... Sue Sylvester."
Displeased grunts and complaints were heard all around the choir room.
"Is coach Sylvester the judge!?" Tina cried out. "She's going to place us last, even though we will have the best tree."
Mr. Schuester tried to make the Glee club calm down. "I know it's unfair," he said. "but we can't back down now. We just have to make sure to have the best tree of them all."
"Or sabotage everyone else's." Sam mumbled. The bell rang and the students grabbed their bags.
"Don't forget to come up with an idea for the Christmas tree!" Mr. Schuester shouted after them. With a last glance on the paper, he turned around and flinched, causing him to drop the paper.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry, Brad, I didn't see you there. You scared me."
Brad sat at the piano and glared at Mr. Schuester. Then he walked silently out of the room. Mr. Schuester picked up the paper from the floor. He proceeded to flip through the sheet music they were considering for performing at Regionals.
Marley should get a solo, he thought, or maybe a duet with Blaine, I'm not sure. He was so absorbed by his ideas that he didn't notice the room getting colder. The thing that made him snap out of his thoughts was a peculiar sound, like someone was stepping on the chairs. He turned around to see if someone was behind him, but no one was there. He brushed it off and continued looking through his papers.
The second time the noise was heard, Mr. Schuester became more puzzled. He put down the sheet music on the piano and walked around the room. No one was there, except for him. Then he noticed something that wasn't there before: a blue puppet that was familiar in some way was laying on a chair on the front row, closest to the wall. He picked it up and examined it. It looked strangely like someone he knew, but he couldn't pinpoint who.
All of a sudden one of the puppet's tiny arms lashed out and penetrated Mr. Schuester's chest. A horrible pain spread through him, but he couldn't manage to make a sound. All he did was to watch how the rows of chairs and the wall in front of him were covered by tiny black spots that grew larger for every second, as life was slowly leaving him. When he fell down to the floor a few seconds later he was already dead. Mr. Schuester wasn't left to see the blue puppet dissolving into thin air.
Jake had his arms wrapped around Marley's shoulder as they walked down the corridor. On the walls all sorts of Christmas decorations hung: red and green garlands, silver tinsel and Christmas lights shaped as icicles. Jake stopped under a mistletoe.
"You know what they say about mistletoes?" he said, in an attempt to flirt.
"That it's cliché?" she answered, thinking the question was both charming and kind of dumb at the same time.
"No… " he paused for a moment, thinking. "Maybe, I dunno." He tried to shake it off. "That wasn't my point anyway, you know that mistletoes-"
"... are filled with nargles?" she interrupted playfully. Jake didn't get the reference.
"What."
Marley sighed and and decided to cut to the chase. "Never mind. Just kiss me already."
He gave her a smile and kissed her. A small feeling of fear flushed through her when she realized her phone wasn't in her pocket where it was supposed to be. She broke the kiss, which felt unpleasant for Jake.
"Oh shoot, my phone is gone!" she said.
"You realized it while we kissed?" Jake said dryly. She ignored him.
"I think I left it in the choir room." she said. "I'm just going to pick up, I'm coming back in a minute."
She walked down the corridor the way they came from while Jake walked the other direction towards his locker, annoyed about being cockblocked by a phone.
Marley entered the choir room, stepped over the corpse on the floor, and reached her usual seat, where her phone neatly lay. Just when she picked it up, she froze.
Wait a minute, corpse? She hastily turned around, dropping her phone on the floor, making the screen crack, when she saw Mr. Schuester's lifeless body. A big hole was seen in the chest, like his heart had literally been ripped out. Marley didn't even have time to think before she let out a blood-curdling scream.
For once Sam and Dean had gotten a nice hotel room which felt so much better than the shabby motel rooms they always stayed in otherwise. They had recently finished a hunt – just a vengeful spirit, nothing out of the ordinary – in New York, and they were thinking of having just a nice, quiet Christmas in The Big Apple. Dean was also certain that he wanted to show Castiel how Americans celebrate Christmas.
"I don't understand why a corpulent, red-clothed man with white beard is so important in this culture." Castiel commented while he was watching a Christmas commercial on TV. "Why aren't you celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ?"
"We are, mostly," Sam answered, not looking up from his laptop. "but the last one-hundred years Christmas has become more commercial and the focus shifted from the Birth of Jesus Christ to Santa, presents and all that stuff."
"I still don't understand," Castiel continued. "Why would people believe that someone would travel around the world and deliver presents to everyone? That's impossible."
"It's just something parents tell their kids so they're behaving." Dean said. He sat on his bed reading a news paper. Even though Dean was having a Christmas vacation, he couldn't help looking through the papers for freak accidents. "Nothing." he said when he folded the paper after skimming through it. "Nothing even remarkably freaky has happened."
Sam still didn't look up from his laptop. "How sad," he said. "looks like we might have a calm Christmas for once."
Dean lay down on his bed and turned his attention towards the TV. The news anchor was in the middle of a story about some random fire somewhere. Dean didn't really care where or why it happened, and it was soon forgotten, because the next story was more interesting.
"Today a brutal death took place at a school in Ohio." The news anchor read from her papers. "The dead, a teacher, was found by his student earlier today." Pictures from outside a school where students was just passing by was shown as the news anchor talked. "The police don't know what caused the death, but it has been reported that the victim had a hole in the chest. The victim is currently going through autopsy."
Sam had finally taken his eyes of his laptop and fixed them on the TV instead. When the report was done, the reporter moved on to a story about the Christmas shopping, but Dean turned the TV off and they sat in silence.
"Does it sound like our kind of thing?" Dean asked.
"Yeah," Sam said. "I have to do more research about it." Once again Sam glued his eyes to his laptop. Half a minute later Sam had found the news article. "Yes, it is surely our thing. Apparently it happened in... " He read the tiny, bold letters under the picture of a school. "... Lima, Ohio, at William McKinley High School."
Dean frowned. "I recognize that name..." he said. "Did we go there?"
"Name a school we didn't go to."
Dean jumped up and threw all his stuff into his bag. "How far is it?" he asked.
Sam found out with a quick Google-search. "About 525 miles."
The duffel bag was already packed and Dean swung it around his shoulder. "Well, what are you waiting for?" he said.
Sam looked sceptically at him. "Weren't we supposed to have a normal, calm Christmas this year?"
"Normal is boring." Dean waved impatiently with his hand. "Come on, let's go!"
It was snowing heavily when Dean, Sam and Castiel arrived nine hours later outside William McKinley High School. They had just inspected the corpse at the morgue: both Sam and Dean recognized the hole in the teacher's chest, as if his heart been ripped out, but they didn't quite know what it was about yet. So they went to school to interrogate the students.
Sam and Dean, both wearing suits, entered the school followed by Castiel, who was wearing his usual suit and trench coat combination. Castiel bumped into Dean when he and Sam came to a halt, looking around in the hallway. The buff-colored lockers, the wall-sized windows; it all awoke faint memories.
"Yup, we definitely went here." Dean mumbled.
Not knowing where to go, Dean stopped the first person passing by: a red-headed woman wearing a white dress with pink flowers on it. Dean, Sam and Castiel – after Dean reminding him – held up their FBI badges to her.
"Excuse me," Sam said. "we're here regarding the death of William Schuester. Can you please show us to where it happened?"
The woman's eyes watered and she nodded. "Yes, it's right over here." They followed her down the corridor to classroom. "The Glee Club is in there right now, but I don't think they're doing anything. Will was their leader." She wiped off a tear from her cheek.
"Thank you." Sam said and entered the room with Castiel in tow. Dean stayed behind, deciding to question the woman. .
"I would like to ask you some questions, Mrs..." Dean said.
"Pillsbury-Schuester." She filled in. "But I guess it's just Pillsbury now." She broke down and started to sob violently.
Meanwhile, inside the choir room, Sam and Castiel was interrogating a brown haired student who apparently was the one who found the body. She was crying while a darker-skinned boy with short black hair had put his arm around her – Sam guessed it was her boyfriend.
"Can you tell me about when you found him?" Sam asked, holding a a scribbling pad in on hand and a pen in the other.
She cried even harder and barely managed to make sound. "I-I-I f-f-forgot my-my phone and I r-r-realiz-realized and I went b-b-b-back, and-and-and-and..." She sobbed and hid her face in her boyfriend's chest.
Sam attempted to calm the girl. "Hey, you, listen..." He paused, waiting for her to say her name. But she didn't. Instead her boyfriend answered.
"Marley."
"Okay, Marley." Sam repeated. "And you are?"
"Jake," the boy answered. "I'm Marley's boyfriend."
"That was quite obvious." Castiel intersected.
"Cas." Sam reprimanded. He lifted the pen. "So, Marley. And Jake. I'm so sorry for your loss, but it's really important for us to get to know exactly what happened."
Castiel put his hands in the trench coats pockets and pulled out a package of handkerchiefs, which he offered to Marley. She accepted it and blew her nose with one.
Finally, she took a deep breath and started telling. "When I found him, we had just finished Glee practice. I was going to my locker when I realized my phone was missing. I had left it in here. So when I came here I went straight to my seat and I took it and then I saw Mr. Schuester, and I... I..." She started crying again. "... and I dropped it and the screen cracked!"
Sam, who was scribbling on his notepad, looked up, shocked. "It... cracked?"
Marley nodded. "Yes." She took out her phone. A big crack was visible across the screen.
"Oh." Sam said. "I'm sorry. But it is an iPhone, they'll crack sooner or later."
"But I got like five weeks ago!" Marley said exasperated.
"Be glad that it didn't crack sooner." Sam checked the notes he had scribbled and realized they had to get back on track. "Well, anyway." he said. "When did you find him?"
"Yesterday."
"When you found him, did you note anything weird like..." Sam waved his hand in the air. "... like cold spots. Or a weird smell, kind of like rotten eggs."
Marley shook her head. "No, not any that I remember. I was kind of distracted by the corpse on the floor."
Across the room, Blaine, Tina and Sam observed how the officers questioned Jake and Marley.
"The guy with the trench coat is so cute." Tina leaned on the piano. "I mean, his eyes!"
"I'm not sure," said Blaine. "he's not really my type." The choir room's door opened and in came miss Pillsbury and a man with short brown hair, who wore a suit. "Now we're talking!" Blaine exclaimed, referring to the man.
"Dude, you're engaged." Sam said.
"I know. I'm just merely pointing out his attractiveness. I would never cheat on Kurt! Again."
"Oh my god, he's coming over!" Tina said excitedly. The officers were done with the interrogating of Jake and Marley and were now walking towards the piano along with the newcomer.
"May we ask you some questions?" The tallest man asked them.
"Yes, of-course!" Tina exclaimed. She reached out her hand to the man in the trench coat. "Hi, I'm Tina."
The man hesitated a few seconds before shaking her hand. "Hello Tina. My name is Castiel." His voice was deeper than what Tina expected.
"That's so beautiful," Tina said, staring intensely at him. "just like an angel."
"Well, I actually am..."
The tallest man jabbed slightly at Castiel. "Cas!"
"Uh, never mind."
The other man showed his FBI-badge. "I'm Dean, this is Sam, and that is... Cas, as you know."
"I'm Blaine." Blaine pointed to the Sam beside him. "This is also Sam. And that's Tina, you know." Tina was still staring dreamily at Castiel.
The tallest man, Sam, continued. "We would like to know if the victim had any enemies, or people who didn't like him."
"Oh no, everyone loved Mr Schue." Blaine said.
"Mr Shoe?" Castiel asked.
"We called him that."
Tina finally broke her gaze on Castiel. "But he didn't give me any solos," she said. "or anything else to sing otherwise. And it's my senior year! I've already gone through this with Rachel and Finn, now it's the same thing, but with everyone else." She let out a frustrated groan. Sam – the officer – and Dean looked at each other, which gave Blaine a bad feeling.
"No, she didn't murder Mr Schue." he said quickly. "You didn't, right?"
"Of course I didn't. But sometimes I was close."
Sam the officer cut them off. "Well anyway, you don't know anything? Not anything weird that happened at all here?"
Sam the student and Tina shook their heads. Blaine was thinking about a certain thing, but it just sounded ridiculous. "I don't know, it was strange but I don't know if it's relevant."
"Tell us," Dean said. "Anything will do."
But before Blaine managed to tell them, Kitty interrupted them and everyone else in the room. "Everyone!" she called out. "The Christmas tree competition is tomorrow, and we were supposed to decorate it today. Mr Schue was also supposed to buy all the stuff, which he obviously can't do now." A brief silence fell over the room, before Kitty continued. "So, someone has to do it. Who?" She looked out over the room.
"Can't just you do it?" Jake said.
"No, I have better things to do than running around in a stocked mall, fighting with old ladies over crappy Christmas ornaments."
The room fell silent once again. "No one?" Kitty called out.
Castiel raised his hand. "We'll do it."
Kitty crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. "Aren't you a Federal Agent?"
He threw a quick glance towards Dean and Sam the agent, who nodded shortly. "Well, yes. Of course I am."
"Then why would you help us with Christmas tree competition? Don't you have anything more important to do?"
Dean lay a hand on Castiel's shoulder. "That's not our problem, y'know, we have to..."
"But I want to help them." Castiel interrupted. He looked back to Kitty. "Where's the nearest mall?"
Blaine quickly raised his arm. "I'll show you!" he said. "As an unofficial leader of this club I volunteer to show you where we can buy the supplies."
Kitty snorted. "Really? Who died and made you leader?" Unique gasped loudly as a shocked silence filled the room. Miss Pillsbury started crying again. "Uh, never mind."
A few seconds Blaine watched her with a discontent look on his face, slightly shaking his head. Then he directed his gaze towards the Federal Agents while flashing them a bright smile. "Well, maybe we should be getting going then."