I don't own YA or SpN.

A/N: YA/SpN fusion. This was a request over on tumblr. This was a request over from tumblr. I'M ONLY THREE MONTHS LATE ON IT! ...orz
This ended up being an overall mishmash of both series' stories and characterizations. Or something. I felt it was wrong to take Billy and Teddy's relationship all the way because Destial aren't quite all that official yet depends on who you ask… but Wickling are so there you have it. RAAAAH.
Also threw in references from both canons because hey guess what I'M A FAN OF BOTH.
That aside this was all sorts of fun to write. Yey.


Freaks of Nature

Three shots were fired. Three, and then another. A scream filled the air, followed by more yelling. That too escalated into pained sounds.

"Told you not to follow" the white-haired young man growled as he maneuvered his way into the small room, dragging a limp body against him.

"Told you not to go there, but-" He muttered, but received barely a pained growl in response.
"Yeah, you never did listen..."

His name was Thomas Shepherd, Tommy, for short. He was currently covered in mud, dirt and blood, not the least bit of it his own. His shotgun banged against his side, as he only barely managed to hang it off his shoulder with the strap before grabbing his wounded partner and making a run for it.

"Ok, we should be safe here..." He muttered and glanced once around the room. It was hard to make out in the dim light, but the walls were all covered in sigils and symbols, protective charms meant to keep away certain creatures. And other beasts?

"Oh, man..." Tommy huffed and rushed to fix the line of salt by the door. Dragging Billy in was bound to wreck it, but if they wanted to keep other things out, Tommy had to tend to that before he took care of his injured partner.

"Here's hoping you didn't die on me yet." He hissed and returned to his companion's side.

His name was William "Billy" Kaplan, and aside for their different hair and eye colors, the two were identical. Separated at birth, or so the story went, and reunited years later to take on the family business - to be hunters.
But Tommy had little time to worry about that as Billy coughed deeply, and blood painted his lips.

"Please, they didn't cut you that deeply... did they?!" Tommy exclaimed and examined Billy's injuries. A minor slash across the stomach, a bite on the arm that pierced his leather jacket, and a black eye. Nothing that seemed that severe... unless-

"No, please don't-" Tommy panted and pulled Billy's good eye open. Dilated pupils, overall lack of focus, and oh, he was burning up. Great.

"Awesome, first time in a month or so you even get hurt, and you get bitten by something with poisonous fangs!"

He let Billy's head drop again and rummaged through his backpack. Finally he found the first-aid kit, but his sight went dark when he opened it.

"Fuck!" He shouted and threw the box across the room. It wasn't that that broke the small vials of antidote inside it - their earlier fighting was.
Another coughing fit rocked Billy's body, and Tommy knew not how else to help him...

No, that wasn't true. He knew - he just hated owing the guy favors.

"Oy, Ted!" He called out and looked around. "TEDDY! I know you can hear me, you green-winged bastard! We need you! ...Billy needs you!"

Nothing happened. Billy was throwing up, and Tommy was panicking. Only then his eyes rested on one of the sigils, and he cursed his own stupidity as he reached to smear it. No sooner did he do that did he feel an odd gust of wind, as though the air behind him made way for something to take its place. Now they were talking.

"Billy!" A voice cried out immediately behind him, and Tommy couldn't even be surprised. He turned around, eyes immediately setting on the new figure in the room. He was tall, muscular, blond, and had five piercings in each ear. Quite a figure, Tommy thought, and watched as bright white light seeped out of Teddy's hands, engulfing Billy. When it faded, the young man was still out cold - but healthy, safe. Tommy let out a sigh.

"What took you so long?!" He demanded and glared at Teddy. The blond gave him a blank look, glanced once at the smeared sigil, then turned his attention back to Billy, eyes set on the young man's face and a hand on his cheek.

"Right. My bad."

"Teddy Altman" was how they came to call the guy, though it was mostly a ruse. His real name - or a variation of it humans can say, at least - was Dorrek. He was an angel of the Lord, sent down to watch over the twins. Over time, his and Billy's relationship became... questionable, their bond almost too strong.
Tommy looked away when the look in Teddy's eyes became too adoring. He slept better at night, not thinking about his brother's sexual preferences, especially when they involved their heavenly protector.

"No, you did well to set it up." Teddy remarked quite professionally despite the fact he was caressing Billy's cheek and neck. Tommy bit on his tongue and looked away, hands on his hips.

"You should fix it." Teddy added, making Tommy quirk a brow.

"Wouldn't it kick you out to who knows where?"

"No, just lock me in."

"Ah." Tommy hummed and collected some of his blood on his fingertips. That was how one drew those marks - if they wanted them to work, that is.
The work was quickly over with, and Tommy turned to look at the other two. Teddy was currently holding Billy against him, a hand in the messy black mane. Ugh, if they didn't look absolutely obnoxious.

"So you healed him. How come he's still out cold?" Tommy asked without making eye contact. Teddy stopped moving, and looked at Billy with sadness.

"His powers gt in the way, you know that. I'm lucky I could do this much."

"Right."
Tommy pursed his lips.
"So, uh... we wait?"

Teddy nodded.
"We wait."

"Great."

'Billy's powers'. The phrase became more and more of an issue in recent weeks. Of course, it was how Tommy ever managed to find Billy in the first place, and could be useful, but alas, nothing good came out of demons - and that was one of the sources of Billy's powers, as it turned out. Many of the fiends wanted to use him for their own ends, but it wasn't until Mephisto - one of the Hell-Lords - showed interest in him that heaven itself bothered, too. Then they got their own guardian angel - and Billy got a steady boyfriend. Ugh.

"So, uh... what did I catch you in the middle of?" Tommy asked, feeling uneasy with the prolonged silence. It was especially so because he knew Teddy had no shame, and would ravish Billy in front of his twin, given the chance. Fucking angels... no pun intended. Ughugh.

"Nothing too important" Came the simple reply. Tommy wondered what the answer would've been had Billy asked that, but let it slide.

"Well, if you're in the mood to share-"
He wasn't, obviously, and the next hour or so was spent in such similar attempts at conversation, if only so that Tommy could try and preserve his sanity. He was about to ask Teddy if he saw the latest episode of Doctor Sexy (it was one of the few shows Billy and he agreed on) when a loud sound came from the other side of the wall. Hunter and angel both looked around, and Tommy loaded his rifle.

"The stuff on the walls should hold, right?"

"Assuming the walls do."

Tommy never liked Teddy's habit of being honest when he did bother to answer him, mostly because he answered when Tommy didn't really want to know.

"Peachy."

That was when the door came down, crushing on the floor and blowing away the line of salt.

"Then there's the door." Teddy added. Tommy cocked the gun.

"Then there's the door, yes."

And the ceiling, apparently, the hunter thought just as the cement gave way and two of their would-be targets came falling down on him. This wasn't good, which was why it was fantastic Teddy was there, but it wasn't his Heaven-Mojo that saved them. Tommy knew as much instantly, because Teddy's Heaven-Mojo was white.
The light that sent all the bitches back to hell was blue.

"You have good timing, I'll give you that." Tommy huffed and threw the shotgun over his shoulder as he turned to look at the piles of dust, ashes and roasted flesh.
"But only that."

"I'll take what I can get." Billy replied in a slightly hoarse voice and let Teddy help him to his feet. The blond supported him even after he was up, and seemed quite worried.

"You shouldn't strain yourself like that." He berated softly, but that only made Billy pull away with a small frown.

"You're welcome" he muttered and looked around what was left of the room.
"Well, so much for our panic-room."

"This place was a dud, anyway. Let's go before Beels here gets bitten by another Rugaru."

Billy frowned.
"That wasn't a Rugaru-"

"Good, you're lucid enough. Let's make a run for it." Tommy chuckled softly and threw Billy an ammunition clip.
"Bleed on that, wouldya?"

"From where..." Billy muttered before dragging the thing over his blood-soaked clothes. At the confused look Teddy gave him, all he could do was shrug.
"It's more effective if I do this."

"Makes sense-"

"To-day, ladies! You can make-out after I'm in a drunken stupor!"

"I keep forgetting how pleasant he can be at times." Teddy muttered. Billy snickered back.

"I mostly ignore it. But he has his moments."

"I'll take your word for it. Right now-"

Billy managed barely to hear the angry snarl before Teddy vaporized whatever it was that threw itself at the hunter.

"We've got to get out of here."

"True that."

They fought their way out, and drove two miles before Tommy pulled over to the side of the road. All three got out of the car, and Billy pulled the small refrigeration unit with the beers out from the back-seat.

"No, thanks." Teddy refused politely when Billy offered him one. Tommy sighed before leaning against the car, the bottle to his lips. He never saw why Billy kept trying when Teddy never accepted.

"What were you doing in there?" The angel asked then, looking from one twin to the other. His gaze kept stalling on Billy, but it was the white-haired one the guy seemed interested in right then. That was probably why Tommy didn't want to answer.
Leave it to Billy to pick up the slack.

"We had a lead saying our mom was here." He offered and stared down at the bottle. Tommy kept saying nothing and looked away from the two altogether.
Teddy frowned at that answer.

"You thought the Scarlet Witch was here?"

"Don't call her that." Tommy half barked and lowered his gaze, refusing to meet either's eyes.

"It's a bad term." Billy explained in a soft voice. A short silence followed before Teddy spoke again.

"You were lied to, then. She-"

"Wasn't there." Billy interjected, a small, sad smile on his lips. "We turned the place upside down. Found nothing but a bunch of hungry monsters."

"Which was kind of foreshadowed by Beels here not feeling her." Tommy pitched in.
Teddy nodded.

"Yes, I didn't sense her, either. If she ever was there, she was long gone by the time we got there."

"...right." The older twin pursed his lips. "Because you'd really tell us if you knew where she was."

"Tommy!"

"I would." Teddy replied simply enough. "I promised."

Tommy knew better than to keep arguing after that. They were all alive and well - in no small part thanks to Teddy, drinking cold beer, and Billy seemed almost happy for five minutes. Tommy knew better than to completely ruin the moment.

"Hey, maybe you can stay for a while?" Billy offered then, and the pure hope in his voice made Tommy choke on a mouthful.

"Ooooh, no." He insisted and gripped tightly onto Billy's shoulder. He ignored the hopeful look in Teddy's eyes and instead glared at his twin.
"We can't afford two rooms."

Billy didn't falter, and met Tommy's glare with an even look.
"I thought you were going into a drunken stupor?"

"We can't afford that much booze, either!"

Teddy smiled to himself. The two looked as lively and comfortable with each other as ever. He was grateful for that, and more-so at the fact there seemed to be no lasting influence from Billy's poisoning.
He could leave them with not-so-heavy a heart.

"I should be heading back, anyway." He said.

"You are?!" Came the unanimous reply, though while Billy's voice rang with sadness and longing, Tommy's dripped surprise and relief.

"Yes. You did call me in the middle of something..."

"I'm sorry." Billy replied almost instinctively. Teddy smiled and reached to cup his cheek.

"I'm not."

That was Tommy's cue to give the two a minute, and by the time he turned back, Teddy was gone.

"You know what they say about mixed marriages-"

"Oh do shut up."

"Aaand it's long distance, too!"

"Don't make me shoot you."

"Again, you mean?"

Billy shook his head and looked at Tommy from across the car's roof.

"Shut up and get in the car or I'm driving."

Tommy feigned terror for a minute, before he got in the car, laughing. The two drove off then, towards the next job and hopefully, a better lead.