Title: Shadow Play
Author: Cindy Ryan
Timeline: SG-1, SGA and Supernatural are AU
Notes and summary: See part one. Many thanks to my beta for her continued support and input.

After the demon ghoul vanished, the Crossroad Demon appeared, clapping her hands.

"Not bad, Dean, not bad at all."

"Glad you approve," Dean muttered sarcastically as he tenderly touched the wound on his throat, trying to gauge the damage.

"Now, round one was easy. Hmmmmmm, so many choices... what to do with round two?"

As he waited, Dean wondered if once he won a couple of battles if he could start to bargain. Win a few, make contact with Sam... Win a few more, have a conversation with his brother. Anything was worth a shot.

"Oooooh!" The Crossroad demon stated gleefully after a few moments. "That'll definitely work."

Dean watched as the demon waved her hand. The world around him phased and Dean found himself standing on a dirt road. Hearing an animal snort, Dean looked up to find himself face to face with a half man/half bull, complete with battle armor and a mean looking ax.

Dean risked a glance at the smirking Crossroad demon as he asked, "Minotaur? Seriously? That's the best you can come up with?"

The woman smiled. "Don't underestimate a classic."

Dean braced himself as the bullman kicked the dirt and tightened its grip on the ax.

/Game on./ Dean thought with a grim smile.

Cameron Mitchell knocked lightly on the open door of Sam's lab. In his right hand he had a brown paper bag full of Sam's favorite muffins. In the other, he had a cardboard caddy containing two coffees.

"Hey," Sam greeted with a smile as she glanced up from her desk. On one end of the desk sat the device they had brought back from Maine.

"Hey yourself," Mitchell stated warmly as he stepped into the room. "I assumed you hadn't been off base yet so I thought I'd bring your favorite muffin and coffee place to you."

The vanilla mocha aroma was already filling the room as Sam rose from the desk. Smiling, Sam took the coffee caddy from Cameron and hugged him tightly.

"Friendship like yours, Cameron Mitchell, is priceless," Sam murmured as she pulled away. "How'd you know I was going through caffeine withdrawal?"

Mitchell sat the bag down on the desk and pulled a chair over. "I know what the food supply is like on those ships. No matter how much we stock them it's just not the same."

Sam settled back in her chair and took a long sip of the warm drink. "Heaven. Thank you, Cam."

"Any time," Mitchell replied with a grin as he took his own cup out of the caddy. "I'm just happy to have you back."

"So, fill me in," Sam prompted as she took a muffin out of the bag. "Landry told me Daniel went to Atlantis."

"Yeah, Weir wanted him to talk to the guys that found this," Mitchell replied, motioning to the device. "Have you found anything out about it yet?"

Sam shook her head. "I've only had time to do preliminary tests. Landry said all they did was touch it and they found themselves on Atlantis?"

Mitchell nodded as he took a sip of coffee. "Yeah, and there wasn't a power source that we could find. But we didn't dig very far into the cave wall either."

Sam opened a file folder that was on the desk next to her. "So the two that found this seem… interesting. Drifters that sell to the black market?"

"That's what we thought at first until Daniel discovered something in their car. Sam, I need you to set aside your scientific beliefs for a moment and hear me out on this one."

Sam raised an eyebrow at her friend and nodded.

Mitchell leaned forward and quietly began to fill her in on the lives of the Winchester brothers.

With his good hand, Dean snatched a fallen tree branch off the ground and hefted it like a baseball bat. The Minotaur closed the space between them in three steps. He swung the ax at Dean's head.

Dean easily ducked the ax as he stepped to the left. He hit the bullman on the top of the head with the branch. The blow didn't even faze the creature.

The ax came down once more and Dean narrowly missed it this time. The right sleeve of his shirt paid the price, however.

Just as Dean was about to take another swing, the ground suddenly sloped downward. Dean cursed and struggled to regain his footing but it was too late. He tumbled head over heels down the hill landing hard into a pile of rocks.

As his consciousness faded, Dean heard the Crossroad Demon's laughter.