Disclaimer: Duh, of course I own them, and we are very happy. Sob, okay, I lied!Spoiler Warning: if you haven't seen the movie Van Helsing, you probably wouldn't be reading this. But if you haven't seen the end, don't read this chapter.Quick observation: Did you know that the final battle in Van Helsing took place on November 2?
"So, what have you boys hunted before?" Van Helsing asked casually as he slowly turned a rabbit on a spit over the fire. Sam and Dean looked as each other quickly using their nonverbals to figure out what to do. Dean coughed, clearing his throat of the bite of rabbit he had taken just before Van Helsing's question.
"Oh you know whatever comes our way. Some big game, buck and bear, a cat every once and a while." Dean roughed out in a way that would have had a hard time fooling even the stupidest person. Carl frowned as Van Helsing arched a brow quizzically.
"Cut the crap," Van Helsing said sharply, using a term he had picked up from eavesdropping on one of the brothers conversations. "You don't carry a guns like that unless your hunting something a worse than bears. Now let me ask this a little bit straighter, have either of you hunted a werewolf?" Both brothers looked shocked at the so far calm mans outburst, then processing what he said Sam dropped his head into his hands with a heavy groan.
"Yeah we have hunted werewolves, but it didn't go so well and I don't think they were the same type of werewolf you're talking about," Sam answered slowly as he rubbed his face as if that would somehow be the key to relaxing. Dean looked at his brother wondering how far this was going to take them.
"What do you mean different kind of werewolf; I've only heard of one really." Carl muttered getting a faraway look as he tried to think of different types of werewolves. Sam straightened up with a look of determination on his face.
"In our time things have changed and evolved a bit from what they are now," Sam's deadpan statement was met with blank looks from Van Helsing and Carl.
"Until we woke up this morning Dean and I were members of the twenty-first century population. Us being hunters we go after anything that hurts people, and sometimes we mess up. The last hunt we went on was one for a group of fairies that had been taking campers in the Oregon territory. We got jumped and this morning we woke up in the middle of a ring a couple hours hike outside that town. Until we actually saw the town we didn't think anything was to horribly wrong, only that they had transported us across space instead of time. But then when you saved me in the town square I realized that we had been taken to another dimension as well." Everyone sat quite as Van Helsing and Carl let the information sink in.
"So you're from the future and another dimension. How do you know you've crossed dimensions?" Carl asked slowly, you could almost see the gears in his head whirring as fast as they could go.
"'Cause in our dimension you're a character from a story book," Dean shrugged.
"It's not a story book it's a classic novel," Sam corrected him.
"I'm a character from a book?" Van Helsing asked incredulously
"A very popular book, inspired almost everything after it, has several spin offs."
"What's it called?" Carl shot in causing Sam to pause for a second.
"Dracula"
"So it's about how I killed Dracula?"
"You've already killed him then?"
"Yes"
"Well that's good; at least we won't screw up that part of the continuity." Sam sighed in relief
"So, what's this about werewolves?" Dean asked in a strangely upbeat tone.
"Dracula has always controlled the werewolves, controlling and watching them to make sure none were ever strong enough to kill him," Van Helsing was cut off a Dean interrupted him.
"Why would a werewolf want to kill a vampire?"
"Dracula was the first vampire and wasn't susceptible to any methods that would kill a vampire that he created. Carl discovered a painting that depicted a vampire and werewolf fighting and after we found Dracula had a cure for the werewolf virus we put it together that a werewolf was the only thing that could kill him." Dean raised his hand into the air.
"If the only way to kill Dracula is to have a werewolf attack him, how'd you pull that off?" Dean could almost swear he saw a flicker of bone deep pain flash through Van Helsing's eyes before he reached up his hand and undid the top two buttons of his vest. Carl shifted uncomfortably as Van Helsing pulled the loose neck of his high collard sweater down enough to see the faint bite mark that marred the left side of his well muscled chest.
"Oh," Dean's unasked question reverberated through the quite clearing.
"A good friend of mine injected the cure almost right after I killed Dracula, so no I'm not a werewolf but some of the heightened senses have stuck around," There was a hint of rawness as Van Helsing smiled bitterly.
"Is that how you plan to stop the werewolf your hunting?" Sam asked trying to steer the conversation away from Van Helsing's apparently bad memory. Carl quickly picked up the hint.
"Actually it's not so much one werewolf as it is several dozen, so far. By our best guess Dracula never let the werewolves have free rein to attack as many people as they wanted to because it would be harder to control a larger number of werewolves. With Dracula gone the number of werewolves has spiked dramatically over the past several full moons," Carl explained.
"Of course they have," Sam muttered as he dropped his head into his hands again.
"A contact of the Vatican has been working on mass producing a cure that Carl has come up with by studying Dracula's version. We plan on meeting up with him in a town about twenty miles up the road to stock up on weapons that can deliver the cure and maybe some clothes for you two." Van Helsing said recovering from his small slip.
"What's wrong with our clothes?" Dean asked sounding slightly offended, Sam shot him a meaningful look, "Oh yeah, Warlocks."
"Yeah Warlocks," Sam said sharply touching the side of his head tenderly.
For any of you lovely wonderful people that decide to review this chapter, the future is in your hands. I have narrowed it down to two names for my villain that has happily stepped up to Dracula's throne. So what do you think, Orenda or Carling (both have meaning if you care to look them up for a spoiler)Also, I have a non romantic OC planned, if this will offend you please tell me so I don't make her part too big.Last but not least: I will have a small contest going on later were the prize will be either a insert into this story or your own one shot about (almost) anything you choose. Sounds tempting huh? I hope to kick it off around chapter eight or nine (probably nine).
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