Locathah-Good job on catching all the details,thought I should answers some of the statements you stated.I'm a writer with a nasty habit of showing flashbacks at the end of a story to reveal that our characters were a little more there then thought.I enjoy twists so I ask you to be patient and stay tuned for more details as to why Sam and Dean immediatly went after Clark.Also,I should have mentioned it takes place near the beginning of season 2,I apologize.In Smallville it is near the beginning of season six as well, right after Lexs proposal.As for the shooting,Sam knew it wouldn't kill a demon,but it would sure hurt like all hell and allow him to release Dean.
On other notes,thanks to everybody for the reviews,they are greatly apperciated and drive me to write and update often.You all rock,but i'm afraid that I have to warn you that I usually end with a cliffhanger...Enjoy all the same!
To see some of my fan art for Supernatural and Smallville go to my profile and hit the Deviant art link,it won't let me friggin' post it on here!
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"Who the the hell are you buddy?!" Dean attempted to yell but it came out as more of a gasp. Sam blinked in awe but still held the gun towards Clark, who was glaring madly back and forth between the two. Sam shook nervously and sweat began to soak his skin in the cold night, a million thoughts raced through his mind but not one of them coherent. Sleet began to fall around them and their ragged breaths could be witnessed by the dank night.
"A little help here would be nice Sammy!" Clarks grip was tightening; the fact that he had just been shot at didn't make him think to highly of these two brothers.
"I'll ask you once more before things get ugly, where are the other three victims?" Clark snarled darkly, bearing his teeth as he brought Dean closer to his face.
"I don't frickin' know! We thought you might be the guy who was taking them, seems I'm right since I'm not the one with demon enhanced powers!" It was becoming harder for Dean to talk, what the hell was Sam doing?!
Water suddenly splashed all over Clark and Dean, Sam stood staring with a look of disappointment on his face.
"Holy Water."
"Damint! Ok seriously dude, what the Hell are you?!" Dean was now desperately grabbing at Clarks arm, Clark shook the water from his face then returned to concentrating on Dean.
"I'm not a demon! Now" Clark was cut off quickly by Sam, who was clearly freaked at Clark not responding to being a demon.
"Look, put Dean down and we'll just talk, we won't pull anything and you won't pull anything, sound good?" Sam stepped slowly toward Clark until he was right next to his dangling brother. Clarks eyes shifted uneasily, they had already seen him use some of his powers, if they tried something he could easily take them down, nobody would ever believe their story about a super farm boy any way. Slowly Clark lowered Dean to the ground and released his bear trap grip, Dean breathed heavily and rubbed his neck painfully. An awkward silence fell between the men for a few moments until Dean regained his breath and sarcasm.
"Ok Clark, talk." It was more of a command then request, and Clark didn't appreciate it at all, then again Dean didn't really care.
"You first, give me one reason not to turn you into the police for all the crimes you've committed, all the people's lives you've ruined." Clark snapped quickly.
Dean and Sam looked at one another then shrugged in agreement.
"You wanna know the truth?" Dean asked straightening his shoulders and pressing his lips tightly. Clarks jaw fell open and he narrowed his eyebrows in a "are you serious?" manner.
"I just got shot at, I think so."
"Were here because a demon is killing people in your town, also performing some pretty heavy rituals, so were thinkin' they are also tryin' to raise a little hell as well." Dean said like it was talking about the weather.
"Dean and I hunt these demons, we aren't out to hurt innocent people, were just trying to find the next three victims that are on the list. I swear we aren't the killers, were just the guys trying to find them." Sam continued, he had regained his calm matter on the outside, but alarms still went off in his head as he stared at Clark.
Clark took all this in slowly, did he believe these two? He had seen some strange stuff in Smallville, but never had he heard of demons and the apparent rituals they performed. He looked down sternly, avoiding the hard gazes he was receiving.
"Your turn Clark, how'd ya get that nifty strength of yours?" Dean asked rubbing his throat again, showing he really didn't appreciate Clark using it on him.
Clark was silent, no way was he telling these guys he was an alien, but they had seen him use his strength so he had to give them so kind of explanation.
"I'm not from around here."
"Hell?"
"No."
"Heaven?"
"No."
"The Sex Pistols unwanted lead singer?"
Clark rolled his eyes and sighed in annoyance.
"No! So explain to me how you ended up on the Americas Most Wanted list again, and remind me why I'm not knocking you out?" Clark stepped a bit closer and both Sam and Dean glanced nervously and subconsciously stepped toward the car.
"It was a shape shifter, person that can change its form to look like someone else."
"Oh."
"Oh, that's all you have to say?! What, have you ever run into a shape shifter?! No, I don't think so!" Dean yelled, clearly getting upset that Clark was dominating the situation.
"Well, yeah actually I haveā¦" Clark said remembering Tina Grear.
Sam and Deans jaws both fell open in sync, and they raised their hands as if to say "what the hell?!"
"So you two, are brothers that hunt demons and have come to Smallville to stop a new demon from wrecking havoc?" Clark said raising a brow and starting to take things a little more clearly.
"Yup."
"Yeah, pretty much."
An awkward silence once again fell over them; they didn't know who to trust and who to believe. Clark shook his head as the tension began to bug him.
"Alright, lets all head back to Chloe's and discuss this in private."
"After we see if the demons bringing a third sacrifice." Dean said deciding to once again pick up movement; he brushed past Clark and headed toward the misty cemetery. Sam shrugged at Clark as he gave him an odd overlook then followed his brother, after they had gotten a few feet ahead Clark shook his head in defeat and confusion, and then followed as well.
He stared angrily at the men that wondered around the grave yard, damn dogs always snooping into his garbage! How dare they?! Grunting he wiped the cold sleet from his eyes and turned back toward is rusted out excuse for a car. They may have stopped a stepping stone in his destiny here, but it didn't mean the stone couldn't be moved, now did it? Laughing madly he opened his car door and turned to the girl that was bound in the passenger seat, she sobbed and begged through her gag. No words could penetrate his mind though, and hers was torn and shredded along with her hands and ankles.
"I'm sorry miss Muppet, but you see, we must take a detour to the carnival tonight. Oh don't cry, don't cry! It will still be fun! They will have the carving contests that daddy's gonna enter, and the other surprise contest for you!" He grinned and then put the car in drive, making sure he took off at normal speed so his sounds were cloaked in the darkness of the night.
