Hi, everyone! So as you can see I've started a new story! This is what happens when I should be working on my other stuff. This is a little different than what I normally write! This story is heavily-and I mean heavily-inspired by X-men, and is set in an alternate universe. This is what happens when I stay up late at night contemplating on how awesome combining Supernatural and X-men would be. This of course isn't a cross-over. I'm not nearly talented enough to write something like that, but I hope you like what I've written. Here's chapter 1!
Warnings: A whole cast of canon and OC characters that more than likely would never do this in the real show. Especially since most of them are dead. This is COMPLETELY AU!
Combustion
Chapter 1
Security breach, Security breach.
Dean's eyes fly open from where he's sitting on his bed with a book in his hands. They flicker over to where his younger brother, Sam, was sitting only moments before. He whispers, "Sammy?"
"I'm here." He hears even though it looks like he's alone. The alarms are resonating against the stark white walls, and red lights are streaming through the door. The chant of security breach echoes off the walls.
Dean can hear footsteps slapping against the concrete floors, and he watches the entrance for any disturbances. The needle marks in his arms sting as his hand clenches into a fist. He frowns at them before turning his attention back to the door.
There's a sharp beep as the sign above the door changes from Closed to Open. Dean hears Sam suck in breath as their last line of defense vanishes. Sam mutters, "Want me to go check it out?"
"Don't you dare," Dean murmurs back. "Stay where you are, and out of sight." This has never happened before, and he isn't sure what to think about it. The footsteps coming closer send his panic into overdrive.
A jet of water shoots out of his palm as he raises it, and a thick barrier of ice coats the door. He gets up from his bed to inspect the room, but it's bare. A phantom hand wraps itself around his wrist, and Sam hisses, "Look!"
He spots two figures through the glassy ice.
"It isn't the doctors," Sam says, and he's right. His hand disappears, and his voice sounds farther away when he says, "Do you think this is some type of training they've made up?"
The ice starts to crack, and Dean flinches away as slivers of ice break off. That wall couldn't have been busted by sheer will. Sam grabs the back of his shirt, and pulls him away as a glow appears in front of the foggy figures. It looks like burning embers, and maybe that's because it is. The cracked ice begins to melt rapidly, and Dean is left staring at a quickly growing puddle.
"Let's see what they want before we attack," Sam mutters.
"If they're anything like the doctors then we are getting out of here at any cost."
Sam doesn't protest, but instead whispers, "I'm going to the other side of the room." He can hear the smirk in the younger boy's voice. It's something they did to the doctors back when they were first brought here. Hide out and wait to attack.
Dean nods, the ice is nearly gone, and the figures are coming into focus. His heart beats faster as he feels Sam leave him. He wants to throw up another ice wall, but the orange glow shows that his efforts would be futile. The doors slide open wetly, and Dean prepares to fight dirty if he has to. He will do anything to keep his brother safe.
A boy and a girl in their late teens stumble through the doors, and they look even more panicked than Dean feels. The girl's bright green eyes look straight at him. "Are you o.k?"
Dean's a little too shocked to answer, and the man scans the room, asking, "Where's the other one? I can feel him."
A pillow is lifted off the bed, and whirls past Dean, and stops in midair, colliding with Sam.
The man grabs at the empty space, and Sam is visible again. He shouts, "What do you want!"
The man whistles," God, you're tall." Sam practically towers over the small man.
The girl says, seriously, "We're Jessica and Gabriel, and we're here to save you."
The brunet man-Gabriel-nods fervently, and Sam struggles to get him to release his arm, but he seems to know when Sam starts to disappear.
A loud crash overhead causes Jessica to flinch, and she says to Gabriel, "We gotta go."
"Why should we go with you?" Dean asks as sparks rain down from the electrical door.
"Would you rather stay and be experimented on?" Jessica shouts over the noise. Dean stares at her, unable to think of an intelligible response.
Gabriel drags Sam towards the door, and he stops struggling, so Dean decides it's best that he follows. Jessica follows behind him keeping them all in a single file line. They hurry down the narrow corridor until they are met with a looked door. Gabriel doesn't let that deter them as his arms fly open, and the door is pried apart. Gabriel is an extremely talented at telekinesis Dean notes. Meeting someone with powers besides his brother is a little stunning.
Dean notes the reception desk is on fire as they run through the foyer. Smoke fills the air, and Dean feels Jessica trip over the debris at their feet. He grabs burning hands to pull her back on her feet, and he looks at her with curiosity.
"Your hands are burning!"
"And you're freezing," she adds as she pushes him forward. He continues forward because now isn't the time for small talk.
Pyrokinesis. He has so many questions tumbling around in his mind as he fights to stay close to Sam. An intense pain flares up his arm from the needle marks. The chaos around him jumbles his thoughts, and he's pissed by the sudden change of things. Then he thinks about the idea of freedom, and freedom sounds nice.
Gabriel throws his arms open again, but the front door only moans in protest. The letters C-CORPS twist until they are unreadable, but not enough to let them through.
"Gabe," Jessica says, insistent.
"I'm trying," Gabriel shouts in agitation. His forehead is creased in concentration.
Finally, the door opens just enough to let them through, and they get through before bullets rain down and lodge themselves into the door just above Jessica's head.
Outside, there's a crowd, but before Dean gets time to process all of the faces, a man with short black hair and piercing blue eyes approaches him. He puts an arm on his left shoulder, and whispers, "This might hurt."
Teleporting isn't what Dean thought it would be, and he never wants to travel this way again. Ever.
It hurts. His muscles feel contorted into strange shapes, and his intestines feel like they've been pulled inside out. When they come to a standstill, Dean feels nauseated, and he struggles not to gag. He stumbles into a crouching position, and he feels a hand on his shoulder as his stomach heaves up everything he had eaten earlier.
He wipes the back of his hand over his mouth, and turns to look up into concerned brown eyes. The girl's red hair frames her delicate face, "Are you o.k?"
Dean bites back a retort as two more people join them. Sam falls into him as soon as the raven haired man disappears again. The red head is watching them carefully, and it makes Dean nervous. "Is Castiel bringing them all back?"
A male voice Dean hasn't heard before answers, "He's bringing Gabe and Jessica back. I reckon the rest'll bring the van back."
Sam sags into Dean's side as he places a hand on his shoulder. They have had quite the night.
When Castiel returns with Gabriel under one arm, and Jessica under the other, Sam speaks up, "You need to tell us what the hell's going on." His brown eyes flash in an uncharacteristic way. Living the way they have for the last twelve years has changed the once happy child.
Dean nods in agreement, He wants to know what's going on here too. The other five people in the room look serious, and Dean feels like this is all surreal. He had been dreaming of freedom for years, and maybe this is his-and Sam's- chance at it.
The mysterious voice from before belongs to a short man with a ball cap sitting over his thinning hair.
The girl with bright red hair stands up from her crouch beside them. Her round face is open and kind, "I'm Anna. We're the good guys." Her smile is intense.
"How do you know who we are?" Dean asks, confused.
"We keep track," Gabriel answers before pressing a hand to his split lip. "That place you were at is actually a small branch of a rather large corporation that spreads across the world."
Jessica looks up from where she has been wiping soot off of her hands onto her pants. "We are notified of how many children are kept in each base."
"We've been there for twelve years, and you just now decide to pop in?" Sam asks. His features are trained into indifference, but Dean knows him better than that. He touches him briefly in an icy comfort. They rarely talk about their time in that place. It was too hard to mention when they had known a better life before that.
The man with the ball cap frowns. "With limited resources there's not a lot we can do. The FBI's been trying to wipe out the organization for years, but they haven't been very successful." He ends off looking Dean closely in the eye. He seems to think if he looks long enough that he'll see some mistrust in Dean's eyes.
"That's Bobby," Anna adds. "He's actually in the FBI, and he's done so much to help us out."
"I know you have a lot of questions, Gabriel says," and of course we'll answer them, Just not tonight, we all need to get some rest."
His light brown hair is streaked with dirt, and he seems a lot older than when Dean first saw him. Dean automatically thinks of him as the leader. Beside him, Jessica looks small and fragile with wide, trusting eyes. She's biting her bottom lip nervously.
"I'll show you your room," Anna offers, and Dean lets her quiet voice soothe his frantic nerves. Sleep sounds wonderful after such chaos. He pulls Sam along as he follows the short woman. Dean doesn't notice much detail about the house except that it's brick and huge. He's usually more aware, but he's tired.
Later, when he's burrowed under a thick comforter, he'll ask himself why he trusts them so readily, but he lets the thought slip away as he does.
O.k. so that's chapter 1! I hope you liked it! It was plenty of fun to write. If you want a master list of everyone and their powers I can post one on my profile soon! Just ask, I won't bite! Besides it's better if I make one for my benefit as well! I tend to forget stuff easily! I'd love a review if you have the time! Thanks for reading!
