Title: Divide The Blackened Sky

Rated for: T

Fandom/Universe: Firefly / Supernatural

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby, Crowley/Badger, Wash, Simon, OC-Female

Disclaimer: Firefly/Serenity and all related characters are copyright Joss Wheedon & crew. Supernatural and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. No infringement intended.

Summary: The girl has a part to play and Badger knows exactly who's going to get her back for him. Because Badger is tired of pretending to be less that the King of Hell.

Author's Note: Next chapter is in the works I'm just figuring out what season and where the boys are so I can screw with it =)

Chapter: She Looks So Perfect

"…where in the gorram… ship ha…Wash!"

They can't make anything out of the static coming through the Comm. and he doesn't have the time to figure it out.

"Get strapped in!" Wash calls over his shoulder. He can't help but look at the girl refusing to get in the cryo chamber. She looks confused and lost but strangely, she doesn't look scared at all. Her dark hair reaches past her waist. Her white suit is smudged with blood he doesn't even want to speculate as to how it got on her.

"Please, you have to lie down-." Símon doesn't have any luck as she backs away from him and River is just watching them.

"She's talking to angels." There's a soft whisper, like a buzzing in her head. River can hear just a whisper of what they're saying but can't make out the words.

Símon frowns but River's words draw the girls attention.

"…Angels…" she echoes, gray eyes studying River who slowly approaches her. They reach out as the shuttle lifts off and hold on, never breaking eye contact. "Shadows…and light. They are warriors meant to protect but they want to destroy."

Símon lurches over to the girls, his arms going around them both. "Let's take our seats-."

"Wot's this?"

Símon is shocked by the appearance of Badger. He looks around, trying to figure out where he came from. "How did you-? Where-?"

"You were supposed to get the girl." Crowley scowls at Símon. "Not fly about the city getting shot at." He looks at her and smiles. "Not bad." She's a pretty thing; especially covered in blood and the prospect of what she'll do for him… oh. "No… not at all."

"Badger-."

"He isn't." River cuts in, her eyes narrowed on the King of Hell.

"Time to go." Crowley rubs his hands together. "Wasn't planning on the extra weight but this'll work out."

The girl draws back, she pulls out of River's grasp and shoves Simon's arm off her. The temperature drops and their breaths puff out in little white clouds. A scream is torn from her and the red fog spewing from Crowley slowly fills the shuttle. They all panic; Símon ordering Crowley to stop whatever he's doing and River backs off, babbling about monsters and hell.

That's exactly where Crowley wants to go. He's on his way to take back his throne.

FF

It's the boom that reverberates through the house making it rattle and groan that has them grabbing weapons.

"Where's it comin' from?"

"That was outside."

The back door screeches as they hurry. All eyes turned to the sky and the black smoke following the bright burn streaking through the clouds right over their heads.

"What the…hell?"

"Uh… spaceship?"

The ground shakes and a larger cloud of black smoke billows up from behind the tree line in the distance.

"I don't want to say what I saw but," Bobby turns to the brothers. "That aint normal."

"We all saw it." Sam nods his head as if assuring them all they aren't crazy. "That … was a space ship."

"Whoever's flying it… they might need help." Dean still hesitates. He's been going after monsters his whole life but this… aliens?

SPN

It's a jarring and painful experience. He can feel himself tearing and stretching and fighting being pulled apart. There's nothing. Not a single glimmer of light or sound. That's the eerie bit, the lack of sound. Because he can't hear himself screaming and he is. Screaming from the pain and it wasn't supposed to hurt. Was it?

"Sir?"

Crowley blinks. He drags in a breath and the familiar sulfuric air envelopes him.

"Sir."

He looks around, the moist brick and stone hall. He runs his hands over the smooth wood of his throne and down at his shiny black leather shoes.

"Sir."

"What?!" he glares at the demon insistently calling for his attention. He wants to smile as it takes a hurried step away from him.

"I'm back."

SPN

Bobby just stares at the wreckage pretty much in his back yard. The little valley where the ship came to …'land' has caught fire here and there. Sam is the first one out, the extinguisher put to use on those fires while Dean makes his way towards the metal wreck.

Bobby gets his own extinguisher and works his way behind Dean, putting out fires and sparking wires. He's trying not to think about how a space ship crashed near his home and why the government hasn't come to stop them from 'disturbing' the crash.

"You see anything…?" he wants to say anything that looks like a little green alien but just can't.

"Got a door." Dean calls over his shoulder. "Sort of." He amends and starts to kick at the tear in the metal. There's a threatening groan and shudder under his feet. Dean pauses, waiting for the ship to settle. He grabs his flashlight when it does and gets to his knees, peering into the darkness inside. There's sparks of lights but nothing else he can see. "I'm going in." he calls to Bobby who nods.

Bobby watches Dean disappear inside.

"Don't think there's any fires left." Sam says as he jogs towards the ship. "Dean?"

"He's inside." Bobby juts his chin in the direction of the ship. He watches Sam hurry and get caught trying to squeeze through.

"Dean?" Sam calls softly. He stumbles over a crate and smacks his head on a sharp edge. "Ah!"

"What?" Dean's light bounces as he makes his way to Sam. "Watch your head, sasquatch." He growls and there's a trail of blood running down from Sam's temple.

"You find any… thing?" Sam ignores the verbal jab.

"Not yet, try not to bleed all over the place and help me look." Dean gives Sam one more look before moving towards the back of the ship. He stumbles over a large crate. It beeps and sparks short out the circuit that emits spirals of white smoke. His light catches something brightly colored and goes back. It's a flower print and the higher the light goes the more he can see the shape of the girl. She half hidden under someone else and Dean calls for Sam.

"Found someone!" Sam calls back and he's struggling to drag the blond man from the tangle of wires and circuits. He heft shim up and gets him on his shoulder. Sam makes his way slowly towards the shaft of light coming through the crack they used as a door. "Bobby!"

Outside, the echo of boots thunk on the metal and his shadow blocks the light. "I'm here."

"I found someone. I think Dean found someone else too."

"Aliens?" Bobby sounds incredulous as well as hesitant to even use the word.

"Uh, no." Sam kinda wants to laugh but he'd been thinking the same thing. "They're hurt, Bobby. I need a rope, to lift this guy out."

"Alright. Hold on."

Sam can hear him moving off and glances to the flicker of Dean's flashlight at the other end. "Dean?"

"I've got two more. Girl and a guy." Dean's voice echoes. He doesn't see any marks on them, nothing to suggest they've been hurt. But they aren't responsive either. So far he hasn't found anything strange about them as in 3rd limbs or green skin… He's careful lifting the guy off the girl, checking for a pulse on both of them.

At the other end, Sam ties the rope around the guys torso and helps Bobby pull him out of the wreck. Once clear, Sam heads over to Dean and then his light is skimming over them both.

"Anyone else?" Sam breathes.

"Don't know. Take the girl. I'll look at the end." Dean moves towards the back of the ship but he doesn't go more than a few steps before the entire thing groans and shudders. Something loosens and a moment later metal dings and sparks shoot out from his left over his head. Dean hunches down, arm raised to cover his face but nothing else falls.

"You ok?" Sam calls. He's got the girl in his lap, half covering her from the sparks that zip and sprinkle over them.

"Yeah, get them out." Dean keeps to the wall, he gets snagged twice but the second time he yanks himself lose he stumbles. That groaning rumbles the length of the ship and Dean feels it jump up then drop.

Bobby stops his forward dash as the tail end detaches and throws up a cloud of dirt. The boys are still inside. "Sam! Dean!" Something else pops loudly and the wing thunks into the ground.

Dean can hear them. Sam assuring Bobby they're both ok after he gets a reply from Dean. They don't need the flashlights, not when the sun is pouring in through the broken halves. It catches a shimmer of white not far from Dean's spot. There are more wires and a crate obstructing his view but he's pretty sure that's a leg.

He crawls forward, careful not to put pressure on anything that might be on top of whoever is stuck underneath. The wires he yanks on are dead, the crate is some plastic bin, thankfully empty so its easy to shove aside. What he finds … Dean carefully picks his way over the girl. She's laid out on her side, face covered by her bent arm. She's in a shimmering white suit and it feels soft, when he runs his hand over the material its smooth. He grabs her arm and carefully lifts it from her head. He checks for a pulse and finds it strong, like the other two he found.

"Hey, Dean." Sam calls, he's outside peering in from the open end.

"Got a girl." He calls over his shoulder and turns back to her. He smoothes the dark strands out of her face and there's not a scratch on her.

She looks so perfect. Like some statue in those fancy books of Sam's from school. She could've been … he's not sure what but when he touches her face there's a spark of electricity. It doesn't hurt but he sees the soft glow and feels it.

SPN

Zoë has no luck locating the shuttle.

"What do you mean; not there." Mal demands. "My shuttle aint just gone."

"I mean there's no signal. There's nothing." Zoë scowls, anger in her words and she's worried. Wash wasn't supposed to be on that shuttle.

"Wash!" He yells into the Comm. "Where the hell is my shuttle? Wash!"

He can clearly see where his shuttle was last on the screen and that its not anymore. The Comm. is only static, dead air.

"They're fine." Kaylee's soft voiced assurance is tentative. "They are, you'll see."

Mal drops the Comm. He's gonna find out what the dìyù happened to his crew and his shuttle. And he's gonna ask Badger.

FF