Description: Crossover between Supernatural and the TV-Show Mummies Alive.
A Case leads Team Free will to San Francisco Bay where they meet far more supernatural activity than expected. In a fight they meet some monsters that appear not to be what they seemed to and a young boy in danger for his life and eternal soul. The boys have to find out how to kick a magicians dusty ass-tut. Some Mummies learn to gank asses the Winchester way.
Lot's of fun and weird conversations…some Impalla love and hopefully: Mega-bombastic-gank-down-kick-tut!
Setting SPN : Not sure but I think somewhere in season 12. Probably.
Setting MA: Very short after Dead man walking
© I do not own the original characters of supernatural, or of Mummies Alive. The story is written all out of adoration for both shows and just for the fun of it.
Enjoy and leave a comment!
Chapter One: We are Winchesters…at San Francisco's crystal bay…
Sam hit the table with his palm and lifted his head to watch out for his brother. Dean was still smiling silly at his own computer. Sam didn't think that doing research was such a funny thing to do and he tried to raise up and sneak over to Dean's screen.
"Dean, really? Dude! Not when I'm in the same room!"
Dean instantly snapped the laptop shut and raised an even wider apologetic grin at his little brother. He had searching the internet for hours but didn't find a case. He thought to have a short and maybe relaxing break would help him to recover from boredom and start refreshed.
"What? The sound was off. And I'm not suffering a boner, Sammy! Everything 's fine."
Sam shrugged his head and went back to his own station at the war table.
"While you were adoring Japanese porn again…"
"Hey, don't talk about it with that tone. This is ART."
"While you were adoring PORN again I just found us a case and guess where?"
Dean was afraid to ask. Likely somewhere cold and rainy…or boring. Somewhere without a bar or strippers…
"Enlighten me," he demanded to know with a gruffly voice.
"San Francisco." Sam's statement was followed by a BAM gesture with both of his arms right in Deans direction.
"Wait…like the center of gay romantic chic flick San Francisco?"
Sam couldn't believe this was the first thing that came in mind when his brother thought of this City.
"Dean, that's not the only thing this city is famous for, you know that? I thought you might love the journey to a hippie City. It also has great architecture."
A puzzled look was what Dean only could respond to that. He leaned forward, brought his elbows on the table and gave his brother a disbelieving look. Like: seriously?
"Why would I love that? It's hippies. Gays longing for my sweet ass and stoned girls with armpit hair doing the same. Aaannd…not forget the stoned gays. With armpit hair."
Sam chuckled but caught himself very fast.
"You really think of yourself as being quite the catch, don't you? Why would any queer person on this planet want a flannel wearing small minded and burger gulping Jerk like you? Not to mention your …let's say… sometimes way to manly scent. And I don't mean "manly" in the nice way." He air quoted the word manly with his fingers.
"You forgot to mention: hot as hell, bitch! And I am not gulping burgers."
Right in this moment Cas entered the room wearing his normal suit and tan trenchcoat. He looked at the arguing brothers with surprise:
"I only left for ten minutes just to make a shopping list as you told me to do and yet I missed something that is worth such temper from both of you?"
"Jerk here found us a case."
"Stop insulting your brother. That isn't very nice, Dean."
"…In freekn San Francisco!"
Castiels face lighted up a little and his lips changed into a soft smile.
"That is such a wonderful city."
Dean just watched the angels face with utter disgust. What the…?
"Really? Both of you?"
"Could we just get back to the case? People suffering? In need for help? Dean?"
Dean crossed his arms and leaned back in the seat. Sam had a point. Cas came closer and fingered for a chair himself to sit. They watched Sam explain:
"There were several people aging rapidly a few weeks ago. Homeless people who told the police that something took decades of their lifespans away. First everyone thought of drugs, but…"
Sam twisted the computer and showed Dean and Castiel a short vid from a news-magazine. The reporter was interviewing some old homeless people who told of their ages to be round about 20.
"It appeared, that the fingerprints of the people truly belonged to much younger persons with exact the names the old homeless people insisted to be theirs. The last victim was found two days ago. Aged forty years apparently. Police report says the person still is in a hospital where they try to find a medical reason for this disease. I think this is sort of our kind of thing."
Dean nodded. This matter of factly was a case they should have a look on. He turned off his laptop and stood up.
"Well. That could be several things. Witches is the first that comes to my mind. How are the intervals between the victims found?"
"A few days. There isn't a pattern I can see yet."
"Well…than we should stop talking and start driving. No time for research then. We call someone if needed when we know more about the circumstances of the agings. Agreed?"
Sam and Castiel nodded. So it was settled.
"Garage in ten."
"Say twenty. I've to clean up my FBI Suit, " Sam added. So in twenty, Dean scheduled.
They all reached out to their rooms to pack their duffel bags.
All but Castiel who remained sitting at the war table still with the shopping list in his hand.
"I...I just wait here then..." he mumbled. But the brothers were already gone. Not that they had listened anyway.
They arrived at San Francisco in the morning. The sun began to rise at the horizon and bared the most famous morning fog of the bay area. Cas was sitting shotgun while Sam was sleeping on the backseat of the car. Castiel enjoyed the chance to sit in one of the front seats a lot. The brothers tended to treat him like a child always sitting in the back of the car. He more liked sitting beside Dean and watching the road vanish under the Impalla's front.
They didn't speak for a while know. For one reason it was not to wake Sam. The other was that the two friends sometimes liked it just to sit with each other in silence. Just savor the floating road before and around them and the calming, rumbling noise of baby's engine while inhaling the scents of the leather seats inside the car.
But the destination was close so Dean decided to go out of silence mode. Starting with interrogating the angel: " So you like the city? How is that? You merely have been on earth for sightseeing trips, have you?"
"That is true, but I traveled here for a…a case."
"Aha, so a case it was, yes?"
Cas glanced at him with bemusement. What was Dean implying this time?
"Yes. A case." What escaped Dean's understanding here?
"And what business might an angel of the lord have had here?"
"How would you say it…hmm…"damn none of your business"."
"Shh, Cas! If it could be something to bite us in the ass here, I'd like to know before it happens."
"It won't." There was a "discussion closed" sign above Cas's head and Dean decided it would be better to drop the subject. For now. And hell if there was something waiting here for Castiel or the brothers, he would gank that stupid and stubborn angel into the next week for not sharing.
A short mumbling from the backseat was telling them, that Sam was going to wake up.
" 'r we there?"
"Nearly," Dean answered. But the rush hour just started. "Could take some time until we reach the motel."
"Let's stop at a coffee shop somewhere. I'm starving for coffee and something chewy."
"As you wish." Dean chuckled at his brothers bad hair morning in the rear mirror. He should tell him to arrange his mane. But otherwise…it was fun to watch a moose wearing a squirrel on his not knowing it.
Castiel watched the sea when they reached the Golden Gate Bridge. The traffic was hell. Literally. It reminded Cas of the line of souls Crowly showed him a few years ago. He much hoped that they wouldn't have to go to the start of the line again after passing the tax station.
A strange chill overcame him all of a sudden and he watched the water he could get a glimpse of closer. It seemed to him something was reflecting in the water, but he couldn't see enough to make out what it could be. He felt as if an energy was below and as if some humming noise was filling the air under the bridge.
There truly was something strange going on here. Something big, eventually. But he decided not to tell the Winchesters about his uncertain feeling. Anyway he had no idea how to describe it to them. If some more consolidating would appear he would catch it up to the boys.
And who knows what our lovely angel sensed there? Ah? Ah? Mummies Alive fans: crowl out of your hidings and manifest to this plane! Muahahahaha
Still no Beta…still doing all Beta reading myself. But that doesn't count. Hope there are not too many mistakes.
I am still happy for feedback!