Author's Note: Welcome to Book 3 of Meteor Freaks and Supernatural things! This one will be about the same length as my first story, but it won't be a 2-parter. I used the Smallville episode Tempest as a foundation to build on, so some events and dialogue have been borrowed from it and tweaked to fit into this AU.

Since we're in Season Finale territory here, Clark, Lex, Sam, and Dean won't be the only important characters here, but they will be the most important ones. Feel free to leave a review if you like and check out my previous stories if you're new around here for context.

Chapter 1

Ace of Winchesters

John Winchester was out in his truck, in front of the diner in Lawrence where Dean and Constantine were waiting for him to finish up his call with Daniel Elkins. Something about the way Dan was acting over the phone seemed off, but John wasn't sure what it was, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to ask about it either.

"I'd feel a helluva lot better if you were here with us," John said to him. "I know you're tired of this life, but you're still one of the best hunters I've ever met."

Though he was clearly appreciative of the compliment, there was sadness in Daniel's voice when he said, "Thanks John, that means a lot to me."

When Daniel explained how he was finally closing in on Jodi, John found himself wondering if his old friend just felt guilty about what happened when he went after Luther the vampire. There was no doubt that he felt responsible for the death of the inexperienced hunter that lost his life, but John was confident that the vampire was dead, so he decided not to ask questions.

"Any luck finding the Colt?" John asked.

Daniel's answer was disappointing. "No, not yet. I'm sorry, John."

"It's alright, Dan," John told him. "Constantine has a few tricks up his sleeve. We're gonna hit this son of a bitch with everything we've got."

"I hope you kill the bastard," Daniel said with a chuckle. "Let me know how it goes."

When at last they said their good-byes, John hung up his cell and sat in the truck for a moment, deep in thought. For some reason, he found himself wondering if Dan was keeping something from him. He had a feeling that it had something to do with Luther and his family, but he forced himself to push that thought aside, get out of the truck, and go back inside.

When John went into the diner and joined his companions at their table, Constantine asked about Daniel. "So, how's the old man doing, Winchester?"

John sighed and exchanged a glance with his son, instead of looking at Constantine. "He said he's closing in on Jodi Melville. It turns out she's found herself a new nest."

Dean rolled his eyes when his father mentioned her. "I still can't believe vampires are real. It sounds crazier every time I hear it."

"Well get used to it!" John snapped back, instantly shutting him up.

Dean looked down at his drink. "Yes, Sir."

Constantine furrowed his brow at John. "Go easy on the boy, Mate. Every monster is new to somebody."

John closed his eyes and passed a hand over them. "I know, it's just that I don't think Dan is telling me the whole story."

Dean looked up at his dad once more. "Whatever he's hiding, we'll figure it out, after we kill the son of a bitch that killed Mom."

When John lowered his hand from his face and looked over at his son, he nodded, and a smile formed on his lips. "That's right. We will."

The waiter came by to ask what they wanted to drink, and then he took all of the orders for their meals and snatched up all of the menus. After the waiter was gone, Constantine folded his hands on the table and glanced back and forth between the Winchester men.

"Even though we don't have the Colt," Constantine started to say. "We have something else that might get the job done."

Dean raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked over at him. "You guys mentioned a weapon that can kill this demon before. What is it?"

Constantine was clearly eager to discuss the subject because a grin appeared on his face when Dean asked about it. "It's an antique rifle called the Ace of Winchesters. It's a gun that can kill demons, and it was made by a member of the Texas Rangers, in Samuel Colt's lifetime. Rumor has it, they hunted together on occasion, but it hasn't been confirmed."

Dean's eyes widened. "Holy crap! It even has our name!"

"Exactly," Constantine said. "Who better to use it, than a member of the Winchester family?"

When Dean looked at his father, he was just about as excited as a little kid on Christmas morning. "Can I shoot it, Dad? Please let me shoot it!"

John chuckled and shook his head. "No, son. I will use it on the demon. I'm not saying you're incapable or anything, just that…"

Dean's enthusiasm died down immediately, but he understood. "You want to make sure it's done right."

"Yeah," was John's reply.

Then Dean became curious about how they got their hands on it. "So, where did you find this thing?"

"An old friend of mine hired me to steal it back in the nineties," Constantine explained. "Jerry wasn't all too eager to let me borrow it, but he owed me a favor, so your father and I figured it was time to collect."

"Damn, that's awesome!" Dean cried, once again excited to see their secret weapon in action.

Figuring that it was time to change the subject again, John decided to bring up the voicemail his son left for him. "So, Dean, tell me about the voicemail you left me the other day."

Dean glanced at his father, suddenly confused. "Which voicemail?"

"About the meteor shower in Smallville."

Dean stopped to think, but it didn't take long for him to remember it. "Oh, right, yeah. I found Lex Luthor doing a field survey, and I think he found evidence that a spaceship crashed there."

Both John and Constantine exchanged a glance with each other, clearly not convinced, and then John asked his son, "Really? What did you see?"

"He showed me this octagonal disk with weird symbols on it," Dean explained. "I looked around in your journal, to see if you found anything like it before, but there was nothing."

"I highly doubt aliens are involved here, son," John said with a chuckle. "If anything, we're dealing with some other kind of monster. After we wrap up this case and figure out how to help Dan, we'll look into it together."

Then they returned to discussing their plans for taking down the yellow-eyed demon, while they waited for their food to arrive. Constantine felt confident that he knew who the demon was, but he was reluctant to reveal that information until he was absolutely certain. Still, he figured they knew enough to summon it into a devil's trap and blow it away with the Ace, preventing it from ever setting foot in a baby's nursery ever again.

2

A couple days after Dean met up with his father and Constantine in Lawrence, his brother, Sam, was on the Lowel County transport bus, and it was taking him to a motel in Granville, not far from the county line. While he sat there in his seat, with a backpack containing all of his personal belongings sitting next to him, he stared down at the rejection letter in his hands that he received from Stanford just a few days earlier. After getting the bad news, he had hitch-hiked and rode buses all over the place, just to try and get back to Smallville, since he left his phone in the glove box of Dean's Impala.

He had the Kents' number, since Clark gave it to him during their tour of the farm, but without his phone, he hadn't been able to call them. That was the excuse he gave himself anyway, since he probably could have called them from any of the motels he stopped at. In all honesty, he felt too ashamed to call and ask for help. For one thing, he had worked his ass off to get into Stanford, but his score on the SAT hadn't quite been good enough to get in, and second of all, he didn't want to burden them if he could avoid it.

Sam glanced out the window beside his head, when the bus passed the hotel where he had helped Dean and Clark save Victoria Hardwick from her sister's vengeful spirit. He almost wished he could have afforded to stay there, but he would have been hesitant to do so anyway. The possibility that he might end up having to rent the room where Harriet tried to kill Victoria with a hair dryer was a little unsettling, regardless of the fact that they had already burned her bones.

When the bus finally dropped him off at the motel, he booked a room with the little bit of cash he had, and then he took the key and let himself in. After going inside and shutting the door behind him, he dropped his backpack beside the bed and sat down on the mattress. Then he let out a loud sigh and laid back so he could stare at the ceiling.

"Nice going, Sam," he said to himself for the millionth time since leaving his father and brother behind. "You just had to leave your phone behind, didn't you?"

Then he sat up on the bed and reached for the landline that was sitting on the bedside table, next to the lamp. He picked up the receiver and pulled a folded, wrinkled up piece of paper out of his pocket with the Kents' phone number on it. Though he hesitated at first, he eventually gave in and dialed their number.

After five rings, Jonathan answered. "Hello? This is Jonathan Kent."

"Hey, Mister Kent," Sam said with a smile. "It's Sam Winchester. My brother and I helped Clark out with a ghost problem a while back."

"Sam!" Jonathan said with a chuckle. "It's been a while since we've heard from you. Did you make it into college?"

"That's kinda what I called about," Sam explained. "Stanford turned me down."

Jonathan sighed. "I'm sorry to hear that. Are you looking into other schools?"

"No, actually," was Sam's answer. "I'm just looking for jobs right now. Not hunting jobs, just regular ones."

"Where are you now?" Jonathan asked. "You can always come by the farm if you like."

"I'm at a motel in Granville."

"I could have Clark come and get you when he's done driving posts outside."

"It's okay, you don't have to do that, Mister Kent. I can just spend a couple nights here and come over on the bus later."

Jonathan sighed. "Are you sure that's what you want to do? Clark's almost done."

Sam paused as he started to reconsider Jonathan's offer. "Ya know, maybe that would be a good idea after all. This motel room isn't very nice…"

Jonathan chuckled. "I'm sure it isn't. By the way, I think Nell is hiring at the Talon. You could probably put in an application there."

"The Talon's back open?" Sam asked, surprised. "I thought that place was closed."

"Not anymore. Lana's aunt and Lex helped her get it open again."

"That's cool. What if her aunt isn't hiring? Should I try the Beanery instead?"

"Nah, that place got shut down," Jonathan explained. "They won't be hiring anyone ever again, I'm afraid."

Sam furrowed his brow and switched the receiver of the motel room's landline to his other hand and ear. "It got shut down? What happened?"

"Turns out they had cockroaches and rats," Jonathan explained. "Dean almost lost his lunch when he heard about it."

Sam laughed. "I can imagine! You should've seen him shoveling those waffles into his mouth the last time we were there."

Jonathan chuckled again. "Yeah, that sounds like Dean."

"Maybe I could call Lex and see if the plant's hiring," Sam suggested. "At least if I get a job working for the Luthors, it'll probably come with insurance benefits."

There was a moment of silence before Jonathan gave him the bad news. "I'm afraid that's not possible. Lionel Luthor shut the plant down yesterday, costing hundreds of people their jobs."

Sam raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Holy crap! Why did he do it?"

"I don't know," Jonathan answered. "I think Lex ran the place into the ground, but Clark believes something else is going on. Anyway, I'm gonna head outside and see how my son's doing. I'll call you back after-"

Suddenly, a loud boom in the background shook the Kents' house and Sam heard a loud crackling sound over the phone when it happened. "Jonathan! What the hell was that?!"

"I have to go," Jonathan said suddenly. "I have to check on Clark! I'll call you back!"

Then Jonathan hung up and Sam stared at the receiver in his hand in shock. "What the hell… Is going on over there?"

Sam hung up the phone, kicked off his shoes, and laid back on the mattress while he waited for Jonathan to call him back. He didn't hear anything for a while, and he was just starting to doze off when the phone in his room suddenly rang.

He sat right up and grabbed it, feeling startled. "Jonathan?!"

Then he heard Clark's voice. "Hey, Sam, it's just me."

Sam gasped. "Is everything alright over there?!"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Clark answered. "There was an accident involving the truck, so your ride is kinda shot."

Sam breathed a sigh of relief. "I heard that explosion, and I was afraid that…"

"Like I said, everything's fine," Clark said. "I can give Pete or Lex a call, though. I'm sure they wouldn't mind helping you out."

"Nah, it's okay," Sam said with a smile. "I made it this far on my own, so I can probably make it the rest of the way."

Clark chuckled. "Yeah, you're probably right."

Then Sam remembered what Jonathan had said about Dean earlier in their conversation, so he asked a question about his brother. "So, did you help Dean with another case? Your dad mentioned he's been around."

"Yeah," Clark said. "I'll tell you more about it when you get here. Call me if you change your mind about getting a ride, because I'm sure Pete or Lex would be okay with it."

"I will, thanks," Sam said. "And you're sure everything's okay over there?"

"Yep, I'm positive. See you around," was the last thing Clark said before hanging up.

Sam put the receiver back and laid down on the mattress again. He stared up at the ceiling and sighed, as he wondered where his brother was and what Dean and Clark had been up to, since the day they burned up Harriet Hardwick's ghost.

3

After calling Sam to let him know everything was okay, Clark hung up the phone in the kitchen and turned to look at his parents, who were still quite worried.

The next thing to come out of Jonathan's mouth was, "I still can't believe the police haven't caught Nixon."

"I never would've thought he was brave enough to set foot in Smallville again," Clark said thoughtfully. "He must really be obsessed with me."

Martha, however, was far too worried about her son's well-being to care about Nixon's whereabouts. "Clark, are you sure you're alright?"

Clark smiled and nodded. "Yeah. The crazy part is, I didn't even feel the heat this time, and the debris didn't leave any bruises."

His parents exchanged glances with each other, and then Martha said, "As you've been getting older, your body must've gotten stronger."

Clark looked at his dad, who nodded and smiled at him, showing that he agreed with her. "You're a man now, son. I guess we shouldn't be too surprised."

"So, what do we do about Nixon?" Clark asked, still looking worried. "I looked around for him after busting out of the cab, but I didn't see him anywhere. It was like he just… disappeared."

"We'll figure this out, son," Jonathan reminded him. "Just like we always do."

Realizing that his father was right, Clark decided to focus on other things, so he let out a sigh. "So, how am I supposed to take Chloe to the dance now?"

Martha, it turned out, had already come up with a solution to that problem. "You could ask Chloe to take you instead. The guy doesn't always have to be the one doing the driving."

Clark raised his eyebrows in surprise. "I guess I didn't think about that. I'll ask her about it when I see her at school tomorrow."

"So, what did Sam say when you called him back?" Jonathan asked curiously. "Is he just gonna take the bus into town?"

Clark shrugged. "I don't know. He said he'll call me if he decides he wants help, but I think he wants to do this on his own."

Then Clark headed outside to take another look for Nixon, before he and his dad took care of the charred heap of scrap metal that used to be their truck.