This story is based off a tumblr roleplay thread between me (scarlettslaypire) and thewanderingmerc. The OC in question has redhead ScarJo as FC.
I do not own the rights for Supernatural, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and Angel the Series.
Dean was chasing on a lead that could possibly hint him on Abaddon's whereabouts; it was a vague lead that most likely would turn out to be a dead end, but he had to try anyways. Upon stopping at a Gas-N-Sip in the middle of nowhere to fill up the Impala, he noticed electricity crackling just around the corner of the joint. Unusual, since it was the middle of the day and no lights were turned on anywhere, except for the store itself.
He drove a few more feet to get a closer look, then he parked the car and decided to take a look, grabbing Ruby's knife in case it was demonic activity. Looking around, he noticed there was nobody nearby, and Dean could have sworn that he was seeing everything behind that particular spot beginning to distort. "The hell?" He muttered to himself.
Knife gripped tight behind his back, he slowly walked to the center of the unusual activity, and was instantly hit with a blast of white light, then got sucked right into it. And then everything went black.
Dean felt the back of his head slightly throbbing, he had hit the pavement pretty hard on his fall, and when he reached out to rub the tiny bump just as he was opening his eyes, he instantly forgot about the pain when he noticed he was no longer in the middle of nowhere, nor was it noon. In one swift motion, he got to his feet and started to frantically turn around, trying to get his bearings. By the height of the buildings he was seeing, he realized he was in a big city. A mix of confusion, shock and horror washed through him.
"What the fuck?" He said to himself, still scanning the filthy alley he was standing in, and it took him a good ten more seconds to notice his beloved Impala was nowhere in sight. "Baby, no!" He whispered, feeling a pang of pain in his chest.
He closed his eyes, hoping he was hallucinating or something, but when he opened them again, he was still in that damn filthy alley. For a moment, Dean thought that maybe some angel had zapped him somewhere for some reason, but then he remembered that all the angels lost their wings when they fell, so having been zapped by one was out of the table. He put the knife back in the inner pocket, and instantly retrieved his phone from his jacket, intending to call Sam, but before he managed to punch in his brother's speed dial, a 'no service' was flashing on the screen.
"Oh come on!" He shouted in utter frustration, then put the phone away. He would have to find a pay phone and call Sammy from there, and see if his brother could figure out what the fuck was going on. Dean thought things couldn't possibly get any weirder. He was wrong.
He started to walk, trying to see if he could spot a phone booth, but before getting so far, he noticed something running towards him, and instantly Dean noticed that whatever it was, it was certainly not human, nor anything he's ever seen before.
"What the fuck is that?" He breathed as he pulled Ruby's knife out again, and stood ready for a confrontation.
Scarlett was running as fast as she could, forcing her legs to go faster and faster. She had temporarily lost track of the Polgara before trailing it again, and so she had lost precious time; the thing would be dead now had she not taken a wrong turn, but this was not the time to dwell on that, she needed to stay focused and sharp.
Don't turn left, asshole, don't turn fucking left, she repeated in her mind. She was hoping the demon would make a right turn and end up in an empty area, as opposed to a left and ending up in a crowded zone. She was catching up and that only made her push herself harder, then the Polgara made a right turn.
"Perfect!" She muttered, grinning to herself and gripping her blade harder. Polgaras were nasty fuckers, with thick skins. A simple dagger wouldn't do much damage, but a short sword would suffice. She was gaining on it steadily, -premature sense of victory getting the best of her- when she noticed that the demon was running straight towards some mook standing in the middle of the alley, and gawking at the thing in a clear fight stance. She snarled inwardly. Right, like the poor idiot has a chance, she thought. Maybe he'll realize and move at the last second.
He didn't. "Get out of the way, you moron!" Scarlett yelled before drawing another ounce of strength and tackling the Polgara just as it was about to run the guy over. Her sword flew somewhere out of sight -no time to search for it- so she started pounding and punching mercilessly at the Polgara with all her might, carefully avoiding those fucking annoying and inconvenient wooden pokers protruding from its wrists, trying to keep them as far away as possible from her heart. The demon fought back, throwing equally powerful kicks, and when Scarlett saw the window of opportunity, she snapped its left poker out of its arm. One down, one to go.
With all the fuss, she almost completely forgot that the guy was still standing there, watching the whole show. She needed to keep focused on the fight, no time to scold some dude who probably had zero common sense, considering that he didn't flee like a normal person would.
Dean saw the monster running in his general direction, unsure if it was coincidence, or if it was actually going to attack him, so he readied for a fight, but before he could form any thought on how to ride the fight -if it came to it-, he heard a female voice shouting at him to get out of the way, and then he spotted her running like the devil after the monster. Long, red hair flying behind her when she sprinted and tackled the thing.
Dean was sure as hell confused as fuck, how was it even possible for anyone, let alone a petite chick like that, to make that run and tackle a massive beast of that size? He chalked it up to an adrenaline rush the size of Texas. Either way, he was impressed, or rather worried, was she trying to get herself killed or something? He was a second away from running in to help her, when he saw the girl pounding at the thing non stop, like she was hitting on a punching bag. Relentlessly and without tiring, and she was taking the kicks from the monster like it was no big deal.
What the hell is going on here? He thought again. He had to admit, watching the redhead beat up the creature like that was hot. And definitely she was hot. Dean watched her snap some twig-like thing from its arm -What the fuck was that anyways? - when he noticed the monster stabbing her arm with the remaining poker; she yelled in pain -or so Dean thought-, and before he could give one step to go help, she managed to drop the thing on its stomach, then stomped hard on its back, knelt on the beast and snapped its neck forcefully.
"That was awesome!" Dean yelled, full of shock and excitement, "how the hell did you do that, sweetheart?"
He was waiting for a reply when the chick turned around and in three long strides she was almost face to face to him, and Dean's excitement left him immediately. She no longer had pretty features, hell, she no longer had human features. Prominent and bumpy forehead, yellow eyes, much like predators', and Dean was sure those were fangs.
"Are you brain dead, you idiot?" She snarled at him, fangs flashing sharp, "when someone tells you to get out of their way, you fucking get out of their way. Besides, dark stinky alleys like this one are not safe place to wander around for too long. So beat it before something else makes you their meal." Scarlett realized, judging by his shock and horror expression, that she was still in game face, so she morphed out.
Dean stood frozen for a second, considering what to do next, so he decided to ask some questions, hoping it would distract the redhead for just a second, and attempt to stab her with Ruby's knife, or empty a clip on her, since he realized he didn't lose his gun when he fell to the ground. Shame, she was really hot, especially now that she reverted to her human visage and had a pair of light green eyes that, under other circumstances, would have had him flirting his way into her pants and her cleavage, which he was trying so hard to not directly look at.
But he had no idea what she was and hell if he was gonna leave it to chance. He put his best curious look and asked, pointing at the dead creature far behind the chick, "what the hell was that, anyways?" And the moment she slightly turned her head to look at the corpse, Dean took a swing, tying to plunge the knife in her chest, and to his utter dismay, not only she intercepted it effortlessly and knocked it from his grasp, but also twisted him around and pushed him forcefully against the wall. Dean groaned when he felt the cold wall hit against his cheek.
"You better let me go," he threatened in a low tone. That made her give him a faint push against the wall.
"Wow, you're a piece of work, I save your sorry ass from a Polgara, and not only you try to off me, but also threaten me?" She said the words with a snarl, her lips almost to his ear, and for a moment, Dean felt mixed emotions about the whole situation.
Dean tried to talk, but she went on, she had a really hard grip on his arm pressed on his own back, "you know, I wasn't expecting a 'thank you', I don't care for 'thank yous', but double crossing really pisses me off." Scarlett was about to let this fucker go, when she noticed the blade he had dropped, something on it caught her attention, and tilting her head, she could see the scribbling and the pentagram. "What the hell?" She asked, mostly to herself.
She scoffed, "I should have known… You people don't give up, do you?" She said, not really asking, because she was sure this guy wouldn't give an answer.
Dean didn't think he couldn't be even more confused, he tried freeing himself but it was futile. Whatever she was, she was very strong. "Us people? What the fuck are you going on about?" He asked, not bothering to hide his frustration. This was ridiculous, he had obviously landed in the middle of something he had no clue about, and on top of it, he was being accused of something, that of course he didn't know either.
She scoffed again, "right, you don't know. And I'm the tooth fairy, then." Dean chuckled at that, "we'll, you certainly have some teeth issues, sweetheart." He almost regretted cracking that one considering his current situation, then grunted when she gripped his arm tighter. He got serious, "what the hell are you, anyways?" He asked.
"I'm sorry, am I supposed to believe that bullshit? Guy packing some nasty ritualistic knife, with a fucking pentagram of all possible symbols, obviously you're tied to either some nasty, nasty satanic cult, or playing lackey for Wolfram & Hart, or whatever name you guys picked to fly under the radar nowadays. Or maybe you're just some run-of-the mill Joe that came by it by accident and has no fucking clue in what sort of shit you got yourself into." Her tone was somewhere between sarcastic and threatening. "So, which is it, champ?"
Dean huffed in exasperation, "I have no idea what you're talking about, okay? I don't even know where the fuck I am, or how I even got here. I'm having a hell of a shitty day, the least I need is some… Whatever the fuck you are, drilling me for information that I honestly have no idea about, when you obviously got the wrong guy. And the knife, not satanic at all. It's the only weapon to kill a demon." At this point, Dean was tired, sore and wishing he could just figure out what was going on.
"Don't make any sudden move, or I'll knock you out," Scarlett said while releasing Dean's arm and quickly picking up the knife, and her own short sword, which was lying nearby, she hid it inside her jacket. She turned the knife over in her hands, examining it. Something the guy had said didn't sound right. Dean stood there watching warily, he wanted to either pull his gun, or make a run for it, but he suspected he wouldn't get too far, so he merely glanced at her, "can I get my knife back?"
"Not just yet," she kept twirling the knife in her hand, eyeing him up and down, squinting her eyes, "you're clearly human, that much I can tell. You don't exactly strike me as evil, but I've been wrong before, and sure as hell I'm not taking chances, so I'll hold on to this for now," she said, presenting the knife and putting it in the inner pocket of her jacket.
Dean rolled his eyes, mostly out of despair than annoyance. He didn't want to lose that knife, it was too important. "At least tell me where the fuck I am, Red," he asked instead.
She gave him an incredulous look, "Detroit. Wait, you're in Motor City and you didn't even know? How is that even possible?" Definitely something was off, she was sure of that.
"I can't exactly explain it, okay? I don't even fucking know how, so please give me my knife back so I can go and figure out what's going on?" Dean's voice sounded more pleading that he had intended to, but at this point he didn't fucking care. He just wanted this over, he wanted to wake up in his bed in the bunker, and know that Baby was safe in the garage.
"Did you hit your head or something?" She asked. For all she knew, the guy may have a concussion, hell, maybe he could even have short term memory loss.
Dean flared his nostrils, "yes, of course I hit my head, but still it doesn't explain my acid trip of hell down the rabbit hole, and the flash of bright light, from the middle of Indiana in broad daylight to nighttime in Detroit."
Now that piqued Scarlett's interest, "wait, you teleported here? How?" Dean merely shook his head.
"All I know is that I want to get home, I'm trying to call my brother but my cell has no signal, which shouldn't happen if we are in Detroit like you say." He wasn't sure he should be explaining the situation, especially to a woman that clearly wasn't human. And the fact that she was prying for information was unsettling. "What do you care anyways?" He asked bluntly. He started walking, "where's a damn payphone?" He muttered to himself. She followed, catching up with him. She wasn't going to stop him.
"If what you say it's true, then you obviously need help." Scarlett said, shrugging.
"No offense, sweetheart, but I know better than to accept help from some…" Dean paused for a moment, trying to find the right word, he wanted to use the word monster, but he wasn't as stupid as to do it, it would be suicide. He continued, "Seriously, what the fuck are you?"
She raised her eyebrow, shooting an incredulous glance at him, "for a guy that goes around bragging about a demon-killing-knife, you sure as hell don't know squat about demonology."
Dean frowned. "Demonology?" He mouthed to himself, but she caught him.
"Yes, the study of all the demon species in the world," she explained. Dean started laughing, and Scarlett glanced at him. "And that's funny because…?" She asked.
"Come on! Really? There's a study on those smoking son of bitches? A little overkill if you ask me," he said with a smirk.
She didn't exactly understand what he meant by that, but she shrugged it off, "it studies all species of demons. And I insist, for someone that brags about knowing about them, you surely as hell don't know crap," she mirrored his smirk. Dean shot her a look, clearly not happy about her accusation, ready to retort, but she interrupted the reply he didn't get to properly phrase, "or else you would have known right away that I'm a vampire."
