The Tale of the Winchesters
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JOKE'S ON YOU, BUB
(BATMAN) THE DARK KNIGHT x SUPERNATURAL
S: Dean and Sam chase the "trickster" to the abandoned warehouse only to find themselves in the fictional Gotham City.
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When Sam and Dean entered the bank, they gaped at the sight that met them. There in the center of the bank stood Cas with a masked robber kneeling before him. Dean moved slightly closer, squinting to see that the brown trench coat Cas wore was now bleeding red. The angel didn't seem to notice the hunters, his intense gaze fixated on the quivering man before him. Dean watched as Cas stepped closer, then knelt down so he was eye level with the man. Slowly, the two brothers approached the scene.
Once they were within a few feet of Cas, Dean could make out a gun that lay on the floor only a foot away from the robber. He looked back at the angel's trench coat and after realizing what the poor sap tried to do, he nearly laughed out loud. He shook his head with a grin as he thought if it'd been that simple to kill an angel, he'd have done so with half the dickheads that were after him and Sammy already.
"Hello, Dean. Sam," Cas greeted without looking up.
Dean nodded wordlessly. He crossed his arms as he watched the angel touch the man's forehead with his index and middle fingers. The man slumped forward instantly. Cas then looked up for the first time with a blank stare. "So what's going on?" Dean finally asked now that the angel didn't have any distractions. He tried to ignore the fact that this was the scene where the Joker posed as one of the masked robbers and blew the bank up after driving off in a bus.
As if reading his mind, Cas seemed to be a little more alert. He crouched down and removed the mask from the human slowly and carefully. "What are you doing?" Sam asked from beside the older hunter. He didn't remember the movie like Dean and was confused on why Dean seemed so relieved once he saw the robber's face.
"Remember the batman movie called 'The Dark Knight'?" Dean asked, directing the question to his brother. Sam shook his head and Dean sighed. "We're in the movie, Sammy, and this here?" He gestured widely to this whole bank. "It's the beginning scene where the Joker basically blows up the bank. He disguises himself as just another robber and pretty much shoots everyone in here including the other robbers. There's also this epic bus scene where the bus crashes through the building and the Joker makes his escape. I can't believe you don't remember this movie. I rented it at Bobby's last year!"
Sam shrugged. "If I remember right, it was only you and Bobby that watched it. I was researching about all the seals we had to prevent from being broken to stop Lucifer from rising."
"Riiiight. I forgot Sam was all work and no play," Dean said with a shake of his head. "You're all books, man. No fun whatsoever."
Sam gave Dean a look that told him he was frustrated, or what Dean liked to call Sam's bitch face. Sammy really needed to start living a little more. "What's your problem, Dean?" Sam asked, frustration seeping in his voice. "So what if I like books."
Before Dean could squeeze in a joke, Cas's deep baritone interjected, "Should we really be bickering about this right now?"
Dean shrugged and stretched his arms out. "Probably not," he said, glancing back at Sam.
Sam frowned, eye brows furrowed in thought. "You know what's weird? I just noticed our clothes are the same." Dean opened his mouth to reply but Sam quickly interjected, "Let me just say this real quick. Remember how all the other shows we were put in before, our clothes would change with it, as if to fit in with our roles within the show?" Sam looked down pointedly at his brown button up jacket and jeans. "We had roles to play back there, Dean. What're ours here?"
Dean blinked, trying to digest what Sammy was saying. He looked down at his own clothes. He didn't realize until now he was now wearing his leather jacket, his black tee shirt underneath and blue jeans. He felt for the knife and gun he always had on him and realized with a start they were there. Dean swallowed a lump in his throat at what this could mean. "I…I don't know," he finally said. He turned to face Cas, suddenly with an idea. "How are you, ah, feeling, Cas?"
Sam looked at him weirdly. Cas just stared back at him. Dean hoped he didn't have to explain himself to the angel. "I feel oddly fine," Cas said without missing a beat. He suddenly looked down at himself in awe, as if he couldn't really believe what he just said. "I have all my powers back now."
Dean raised an eyebrow, dreading the situation more and more. He looked back at Sam and knew his brother didn't like this any better than he did. This was different than the trickster's TV land reality. "Will it ah, be enough to get us out of here?" Sam asked. Dean knew the answer even before the angel shook his head.
"I am afraid whatever put us here is still more powerful than I am," Cas said. He tilted his head in confusion after a moment. "But I know for certain it is not my brother this time."
Dean blinked. Brother? That definitely confirmed that the trickster was indeed an angel. Sam frowned at the angel, a question working in his mind. "Who is your brother, Cas?"
Cas didn't hesitate in his answer. "Gabriel. He is an archangel, one of the most powerful angels in creation. In fact the only beings more powerful than he are God, Michael and Lucifer."
"And whatever the hell that put us here," Dean added.
Cas pursed his lip in thought, before nodding solemnly. "Perhaps."
"So if Gabriel didn't put us here to teach us a lesson, what do we do now? How do we get out?" Sam asked, anxiously looking around them.
Dean sighed. Suddenly the thought of being stuck in a batman movie forever had lost its appeal. It was cool when he thought they had a chance to get out but this was looking less and less in their favor now. He didn't want to be stuck here forever. Who would stop the apocalypse then? Cas shook his head as he rose to his feet finally. "I am sorry but I do not know."
"Awesome," Sam huffed.
Dean silently agreed with his brother. Yeah this was just totally awesome. He heard a sudden shout from behind him and both brothers spun around to face the source of the noise. It was the bank manager dude charging in carrying a gun. His eyes zeroed on Sam, Dean and Cas and Dean only had time to think, 'Aw shit' before he dived to the floor and rolled away as the man fired off a shot. Sam managed to scramble away to the other side. Dean looked to see where Cas went.
He almost rolled his eyes when he saw that the angel didn't move, as if he was rooted to the floor. Damn freakin' angels and their invincibility to everything except an angel blade. The man didn't seem all that shocked or freaked, just mad, that he wasn't scaring off the angel into moving. He fired off another shot that hit Cas on his shoulder. The angel still didn't move, and Dean had to bite his lip to keep from laughing aloud.
"What the hell!" The man shouted, firing one more shot at Cas's middle this time.
There was a small splotch of red as he started to bleed. The angel slowly looked down and lifted his shirt up to inspect the already closed wound. The man in the suit gaped openly at the angel, gripping tightly to the gun in his hand.
"W-what are you?"
Cas looked back up at the quivering human. Sam and Dean watched silently from the sidelines. Dean really wanted to laugh. He glanced across to see his brother trying to hold in his amusement as well. "I am an angel of the Lord," Cas said without preamble, stepping toward the human. Dean snorted.
The man scrambled back. "S-stay away f-from me!" He fired off another round at the angel.
Cas tilted his head to the side slightly. "You cannot hurt me."