Two instances of someone receiving power. One serious, one not so much. Both are crossovers, first one with Doctor Who, second one with Supernatural.


105. Burn Out

Bree knew what the Bad Wolf was. Power and knowledge and golden energy sent into a human body when the human, Rose, looked into the heart of the TARDIS. The powers of the Bad Wolf had been in Roses control for a very brief period of time. In that time she defeated an entire Dalek army, brought Captain Jack Harkness back from the dead (though that had been rather overdone), and scattered words through space and time to lead herself to a certain point and create the Bad Wolf.

For that brief moment Rose had been a god and if the Doctor hadn't been there to pull the energy out of her it would have killed her. But the energy was still out there in the universe, waiting for a new host to find it.

Bree could do it. She could become the new Bad Wolf. She would only have to tear done the barrier around her mind and let the universe in. But it would kill her, burn her from the inside out in a matter of minutes. But it would be worth it, wouldn't it? She could eliminate Voldemort and his horcruxes, his Death Eaters as well, and she could push it further. She could reach forward in time and rid the universe of everything that would threaten humanity.

Bree prepared to remove the barrier. Miles away, Alice moved first. Information flooded her mind, and she found the Bad Wolf. She was the Bad Wolf. Voldemort was gone, as were his horcruxes and the Death Eaters. She reached out through time and space. Daleks, Sontorans, Darkseid and his accursed planet. The energy flared like a supernova, destroying everything she directed it at. It shined beautifully.

A supernova marks the end of a star, one big bang before it burns out forever, and Alice was forced to leave her work unfinished as her life started to fizzle out. Burnt out like aged star Alice fell to the ground in a crumpled heap. Miles away Bree began to cry.


308. God

"No." Bree said to the man who claimed to be the archangel Gabriel.

"It's not something that's up for debate, now get out there and discipline your children, Mom, I'm tired of watching my brothers fight." The man replied.

"If I'm God, then you're a midget!"Bree snapped. She blinked and found Gabriel glaring up at her from waist level.

Bree sighed. "Let's go stop the apocalypse." She said.

The Winchester brothers, Sam, Dean, and Adam, along with Bobby Singer and Castiel stared in disbelief. One minute Michael and Lucifer, who were inhabiting the bodies of Adam and Sam respectively, were about to start fighting the fight to end all fights, and then in the next minute both angels were pulled out of their respective hosts and given their own bodies. They each appeared to be three years old and were getting chewed out by an angry blond.

Gabriel was nearby, laughing at his older brothers.

"What the hell is going on!" Dean demanded.

"I found God." Gabriel replied cheekily.

Castiel turned from the scene before him to look at Gabriel.

"Where?" he asked.

"She was down south collecting snapping turtles, something about a werewolf trap." Gabriel answered.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, back up, she?" Dean interjected.

"Yeah, I was a bit surprised too." Gabriel said. "She's right over there." He pointed at the blond that was now forcing Michael and Lucifer into timeout chairs.

"That is not God. That is our seventeen year old cousin." Dean said.

"Actually I'm both." Bree stated from behind Dean. Dean whirled around and found his divine cousin in his personal space.

"Well now we know where Cas gets it from." Sam commented. Both Michael and Lucifer had disappeared.

"That reminds me." Bree said as she moved toward Castiel. She touched his arm and smiled gently at him. Castiel looked apprehensive.

"You did well in my absence." Bree praised. Castiel looked happy, well happy for Castiel anyway, to get her approval. "Your brothers became… misguided while I was gone."

"They turned into dicks." Dean put in.

"That too." Bree agreed. She moved a little ways away from everyone else.

"Raphael! Zacariah! Get down here!" she shouted at the sky. Both angels responded to the summons immediately.

"I like this planet. I made this planet. I made these people, and you were poised to destroy it all." Bree growled.

Raphael opened his mouth to defend himself.

"SILENCE!" Bree roared. Lightning flashed and the ground shook.

"I have a plan. What you two idiots came up with WAS. NOT. IT!" Bree calmed herself down. "Now I'm going to give you two a choice. You can join Michael for seventy to eighty years of sensitivity training, or you can join Lucy in the Satan pit for a few thousand centuries of dubstep." Both angels picked the sensitivity training.

"What kind of training are you giving them?" Adam asked cautiously.

"They're going to be spending time living as humans." Bree answered. She stretched, a few joints popped.

"Now let's see, apocalypse averted, children punished, Castiel's grace restored, Wincester brothers records cleared, I'm going to go put Voldemort in a tutu." Everyone was left staring at the empty spot Bree had occupied.

"So…"Dean began. "Who wants to go get drunk?"