Disclaimer- I don't own Supernatural or Smallville, or any of the characters I used from the tv shows.
I hope you enjoy this story line. I'd like to know what you guy's think about it.
Prologue:
Dean hunched behind the wall clutching the revolver waiting patiently for the guards to switch shifts.
Should be any second, he thought.
Bingo, this job is too easy. When will they learn how actually guard a high security building? He pulled out the blue prints Sam got for him and headed toward the direction of the special ammo, which could be the answer to their problems. A team of researchers spent months creating special bullets, which could be used in any revolver. These might be the answer they've been looking for to kill the yellow-eyed demon for good. Within a split second, an ear-piercing scream came out of nowhere. Dean's heart almost stopped, while waiting for it to end. He reached for his cell phone to call Sam and make sure he was ok.
"Did you get it?" Sam asked.
"Uh, no not yet, the lock maybe harder to pick than I thought." He lied. He was an expert at this job and had the ammo out before the phone call ended.
"Did you find anything else this building is used for?" He asked.
"Nope, all other records were incomprehensible." Sam replied.
"That's weird, I'm gonna check something out if I'm not out in ten you know what to do." Dean stated. He hung up the phone, and headed towards the direction of the scream. As he turned the corner he saw a couple of doctors exiting a room. His curiosity got the better of him as he slipped in and grabbed the door handle just before it locked. Putting tape on the lock he shut the door and turned and gasped at the sight.
"Are you ok kid?" he asked checking his pulse. My God, this kid had to be in high school or at least an undergrad in college, he thought.
"Help me…" a soft whisper came from the kid.
"Can you walk?" Dean asked as helped him up.
"Maybe." He replied. Dean half carried half dragged this kid out of the building professionally avoiding the guards and met up with Sam at the hotel.
"Open up." Dean demanded as he knocked on hotel room door.
"What the?" Sam started to sputter.
"Here, help me get him in." Dean replied as they put him on the bed.
"He's unconscious, what happened?" Sam inquired.
"I don't know but it looked like he shouldn't have been there in the first place." Dean stated as he tossed the newly acquired ammo on the hotel room table.
"Look are we sure the yellow-eyed demon holds your contract?" Sam sighed. They've been over this a thousand times. He's the only demon that would have that kind of power, Dean only had a week long to live until the contract was up.
"You know if these bullets don't work then there is that other option." Sam stated.
"Not an option." Dean stated as an undisputed fact. After all he went through he wasn't about to let Sammy lead the yellow-eyed demon's army in exchange for the contract.