Small idea to mix Ice Age and Supernatural. Because I need another story to write when I haven't finished any of them.
Dean hated migration season. It was loud and noisy and hot and everyone went south during the winter. Humans, angels, demons, the whole nine. One mass exodus to the southern part of the world. Dean didn't care for the presence of others. Not anymore.
He drove his car up the road, ignoring the odd looks he got for going the opposite direction. Angels and demons were flying, their wings obscuring the sky. He drove for another hundred miles before the other side of the road was opened. Dean was calm and just drove between the cars, dodging them easily.
"Hey!" a voice shouted.
Dean stopped the car and looked at who was shouting. It was a father, stuck in a small van, children crying in the backseat.
"Move your issues off the road!" the man shouted.
"If I drove that kind of car, I'd shut up," Dean said threateningly.
"I'm sorry," the man said, looking down a bit, "We've been driving all day."
Dean rolled his eyes, "Fine, keep moving. It'll be quieter when you're all gone!"
He revved his car and sped up the road.
Becky woke up late. Her eyes snapped open and she jumped from her bed.
"Wake up!" she shouted, "We're gonna miss the migration!"
She ran through the house, calling out her family members. Her voice echoed through the empty house. No sign of anyone. She stopped in the kitchen for a juice box and a bag of animal crackers. Spinning around the house she accepted reality.
Her family had left her. Once again. Becky walked to the front yard, looking around. She groaned and squashed the juice box in her hands.
"Every year," she muttered to herself, "Every year! Doesn't anyone care?"
Settling herself for another lonely migration, she hopped on her little bicycle and rode down the street, following the signs that led to the south. She paused when she saw two angels sitting together, hording over fruit. She would be lying to herself if she thought they weren't cute. And she would burn in Hell if she said they weren't a couple.
"Well aren't you guys adorable!" Becky cooed, "Sharing fruit and enjoying your time together while everyone migrates to the south!"
One of the angels, with honey-brown slicked back hair, gave her a scathing look.
"Who are you?"
"Oh don't mind me," Becky tossed her hair back, "Just be your normal happy couple self and I'll move on. You won't even know I'm here!"
"Gabe..." the other angel warned, "This human is ruining our dinner."
"Easy, Balthazar," Gabe put his hand out, "I'm sure she doesn't know what she's doing."
"You guys are adorable," Becky grinned wildly, "I had no idea that angels mated-"
"Gabriel I'm going to smite her!" Balthazar shouted, his English accent coming out.
Becky's face paled. She realized she had played with fire and she was in trouble. Talking fast she walked backwards, "I didn't mean it like that. I just thought, what, with you two being all close and stuff that you were like, together, you know? Because you are so adorable together and really, can you blame me?"
The two angels growled and Becky turned and ran, her bicycle forgotten. She turned around, the angels flying close behind her. She ran and was so worried about getting smitten that she didn't notice a black muscle car in front of her until she had ran straight into it. Flat on her ass she looked up. From the driver's door came a tall man, green eyed and angry. She turned around and saw the angels. With a small grin she curled behind him. He looked up at the angels and gave a small sigh.
"Hey!" Gabriel shouted, "That's our human!"
"Your human?" the man repeated, "Didn't know angels did that. What, some kind of kinky three-some?"
"No, we're going to smite her," Balthazar growled.
"Smite her?" the man looked down at Becky, "What for?"
"Insulting us."
"You know," the man's eyes flashed with anger, "I don't like angels that kill for revenge."
"Save it!" Gabriel said, "For someone who cares."
"I'm someone who cares..." Becky said softly.
"Alright, here's what we're going to do," the man said, reaching into the car and flipping open the hood, "You are going to leave her alone. Understand?"
"Or what?"
"Or this?" the man slammed his hand on something in the hood. A white light flashed and when Becky opened her eyes, the angels were gone.
"Thank you," Becky whispered, standing up.
"Whatever," the man said, going back to the car, "Get out of my way."
"Aren't you going south?" Becky asked, noticing where the car was heading.
"Nope."
"Well I'm coming with you," Becky slid into the car.
"No you're not," the man shook his head and looked at her with a knowing eye, "You just want me around in case those angels come back to finish you off."
"What's your name?" Becky asked, avoiding what he said.
"Dean."
"Dean?" Becky repeated, "Just Dean?"
"Yes," Dean said, "Just Dean."
"Well, Dean," Becky tapped the driver's seat, "Let's go."
Crowley stood up at the top of the hill with Lucifer. Most of the angels and demons had been able to get along and migrate together, but not them. Lucifer against Michael and his angels. Their two packs had been fighting for as long as they could remember.
Michael and Anna came from their house, still packing for the migration. Behind them came their son. Castiel. Fully grown except for his wings. Unable to fly meant they migrated like the humans. Castiel greeted his mother with a kiss on her cheek.
"Look at that," Lucifer growled, "Fucking angels, happy as can be. Even after killing half our pack."
"And you have your grand plan for revenge, I assume?" Crowley said gently.
"I want that angel," Lucifer pointed to Castiel, "I want him alive."
"Got it," Crowley eyed the blue eyed angel.
"Tomorrow," Lucifer said, "At dawn. We'll distract the angels, you get Castiel and bring him back to us. If you fail..."
"I understand," Crowley folded his arms, "No failure."