Arýza Chapter 5: Part V, an American McGee's Alice + Supernatural Crossover fanfic

Title: Arýza

Rated for:Language, mentions of abuse, sex, insanity - This chapter rated M

Genre:Angst, Hurt, Adventure, Suspense

Fandom/Universe: America McGee's Alice / Supernatural

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester and OC's.

Pairings: Dean/OC, OC/Hatter, OC/Cheshire Cat

Spoilers/Warning: none yet

Disclaimer:Supernatural and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. Alice belongs to American McGee, EA and Rogue Entertainment. No infringement intended.

Summary: There is a purpose and a reason for everything…She was never just a girl, not when the angels watched over her and Underland was in her blood.

Status: In-progress and this chapter has also had some help by deanstheman.

Stayed up late to finish this just for you. =}

"Cat…" Arýza murmurs softly, eyes downcast. She plucks at the blades of grass near his thigh, follows the glint of light from the buckles on his pants.

"Nine lives to your one. There's still time." Cat responds as he lays back on the grass. His hand caresses her arm, a lock of inky hair falling over her shoulder and Arýza lies beside him. Silver –green eyes turn up to Cat, with him she fears nothing…

"I don't want to wait anymore."

His grin flashes quick, white and feral. She trusts him completely.

He moves lightning fast, pounces on her with such ease and Arýza lies on her back in the grassy knoll overlooking the stream with him staring down at her. She laughs and Cat's smirk slowly fades. His mouth is soft, a gentle pressure on hers. Arýza's lips part, inviting and Cat has no hesitation. His tongue meets hers, gathers her in his arms and rolls them over. Arýza half sits, she smiles at him- giggles nervously and isn't quick enough to hide it. Cat's grin returns but he doesn't say anything, no teasing and he rarely allows the opportunities pass. He pushes her back until they are both sitting, Arýza straddling him and all the while Cat's working the buttons of her jumper loose. Arýza hesitantly plucks at his shirt, unsure of how she is supposed to get it off. Cat tugs the dark grey cotton over his head and tosses it.

"Easy enough." He shrugs.

She blinks, feels the quick brush of his lips on hers at his words before he's leaving a trail down her neck and shoulder. Arýza gasps softly, feels Cat slide the material down her arms and back. Small hands hesitantly rest on his bare shoulders, fingers lightly tracing the shimmering marks-they've always been there, black tattoos and normal- like a leopards spots…

Cat runs his hands firmly up her sides and back, tongue laving at her breasts. His teeth are sharp and Arýza tenses at the feel of them on her skin, moans with the pleasure of it. Cat feels her hands in his hair, tugging, pulling in tandem with his mouth. His hands roam down her hips, slip under the blue silk bunched at her waist and glide around to cup the smooth skin of her cheeks.

Arýza rises to her knees above him, eyes wide at the sight of his mouth on her breast but Cat holds her in place. With breath held Arýza revels in the sensations coursing through her body. Cat fondles her, his hands relentlessly roaming her body, always circling back to squeeze her cheeks. Each pass is lower, closer to where she can feel a burning need for his touch and Arýza squirms. She wants more, bites her lip, not knowing how to ask.

It's the first touch of his hand gliding over her thighs and delving between her legs that makes Arýza cry out. She grips his shoulders tightly, presses her cheek to his temple, breath hot and raspy in his ear. Cat doesn't stop, his fingers slide back and forth between her parted lips, his touch finds her wet and ready. She's still kneeling over his lap, swaying to match his pulsing rhythm and he smiles at the needy sounds she's making. He pulls back enough to kiss her as he pushes a finger deep within, rainbow eyes on the girl in his arms.

Arýza moans, eyes wide- she feels alive. More alive than she ever thought possible.

Cat grins, well pleased. He slides another finger inside and moves them in an out of her at an ever increasing pace, his mouth still nipping and teasing her hardened nipples. Arýza rocks with his hand, a natural rhythm and it's no surprise. He knows Arýza better than she knows herself.

"Cat!" she's surprised by the tremors that flow through her, the intensity of her desire for him, for what he's doing to her. She arches her back and thrusts her hips onto his fingers, nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders.

Cat nods his approval, stares into her silver-green eyes and withdraws his hand from between her legs, smiles at the small whimper she lets escape.

"Time enough, Arýza." Cat breathes past her ear offering her one more chance to change her mind as he lays her back on the grass.

In answer Arýza draws his face to hers, mouth hungrily seeking his and their tongues meet, twisting around one another in a dance of anticipation.

The rest of their clothes are discarded quickly, Cat's knives thunk into the soft ground beside them where he throws the arsenal stashed all over his person. His lips crush hers, his hands traveling the length of her curves and she responds in kind, small hands seeking every hard plane of his chest, back and shoulders. She feels the nudge of his knee and hesitates just a second before she opens for him.

Arýza is slightly alarmed, doesn't expect to feel him so close and it's different. There are no barriers between them and that's exciting, intoxicating even with the feel of his skin touching hers…

Cat presses forward, his hands gripping her hips, his weight resting on her as he looks down…

"This will hurt." He waits a moment, hovering just outside her heat, watches for her slight nod before pushing into Arýza slowly. He can feel and see the instant she is in pain and gently withdraws. Their eyes meet and Arýza slowly lets out her pent up breath, feels Cat push into her again… Her soft cry is cut short; she bites her lips against the sharp sting as he fully rests inside her.

Cat feels the sting of her nails, small hands clutching his shoulders, feels her shudder and the tentative caress of her legs glide up his sides. He gives her a moment, his breath fans over her cheek.

She draws in a breath as Cat begins to move inside her, feels the discomfort start to fade. A new sensation takes over and gradually builds, one of indescribable pleasure, and all around the brilliance of Underland fades while Arýza is soon lost to the rainbow of his eyes, the feel of him thrusting inside her, the gleaming beads of sweat beginning to form on the rippling muscles of his chest as he moves above her. She arches upwards, crying out in her bliss, wanting more of him and wanting to give him every piece of herself in return. Every thread and every fiber of her being is offered as her hips rise to meet his, hands fisting in the grass beneath her.

Cat is thrilled with her response, delighted to finally have his Arýza in this way, the most intimate of ways. Her pleading cries entice him to move harder, faster and his fingers dig into her thighs as he rocks back and forth, his movements graceful and feral. He wants to please her, to feel her quivering release around him while she cries out his name, to mark her as his.

Her voice echoes through the trees, 'Cat' on her lips between soft moans of "please, please," and "oh, oh."

"Arýza," he whispers back, partly growls in her ear and closes his rainbow eyes to drink in the pleasure coursing through him, the heat pooling in his abdomen, threatening to break free. At the sound of her name she tightens, clenches around him and heaves upwards, crying out as she releases. He lets out a soft groan that almost sounds like a purr, pumps a few more times and presses down onto her, pushing all the way in, spilling himself inside his Arýza.

He stands on the balcony of his throne room, gold eyes surveying all of Underland. Below, another troop of CardGuards is marching out of HeartCastle. The RedKing wants her dead- she is a threat, they both are and he can't have that. After all this time, years of idling in Underland, doing as he has pleased, ruling… A mere slip of a girl will not be his undoing and to that end Hatter has suffered his punishment.

The echo of a scream floats on a cool breeze. The RedKing smiles and his features are beautiful, dark hair shoulder length with a slight wave and the copper glints from the fading sun. His armor glints dully beside the ornate throne- it will soon be in use and the RedKing finds himself anticipating their death match.

"This time it's going to be different." He speaks to an empty room, stares at the darkening sky and nods. Every time… each one of the Un-Alice's bested him- each one took back Underland and left. They all left and he rose once more but not this time- they've lost it.

"Underland is mine."

It isn't the only thing that will be his once this Un-Alice is dispatched.

Arýza scoots back- she needs to put space between herself and Cat.

He can see her shaking her head and doesn't move even when she stands.

"You... I was-we…That was real." She can seeCheshire knows exactly what she means and drags in a deep breath. "Oh…" her eyes close but that only makes the memory more vivid. The sight of him... muscles rippling in the sunlight, that quick feral grin… She spent three years dreaming of Underland withCheshire and Hatter but only Cat ever had Arýza's heart.

"I've always been with you, Arýza." He is standing when she looks at him, those silver-green eyes shimmering with tears again and he wants to stop them from falling, erase her pain… "Out there."

Arýza knows it's true; she thinks of her blue cat- the only friend she had the whole time she was running. There was always food after he left, or something for her to keep warm with. Arýza had always felt safe when Cat was around…

"Why?"

He's at her side instantly, moves silent as a shadow and his touch is light, the tips of his fingers grazing the smooth skin of her cheek.

"I couldn't show you. I don't belong out there, Rýza." He shakes his head and the fading sun glints on the silver hoop in his left ear.

"But-."

"No." he stops her questions with a finger pressed to her lips. "Right now you have somewhere I need to take you. You have an important task ahead, Rýza. One I know you can do."

He knows her better than she knows herself, always did.

"What? Where are we going in… this." she looks around, at the warped trees and dead leaves. Nothing resembles that bright, beautiful dream that had been their Underland.

"To HeartCastle." He points to the left; Arýza sees nothing but more dead trees and bushes and frowns at him, just a little exasperated. She wonders if this isn't just another dream of hers. It's a faint hope but that's all she has at this point. Her emotions are out of control, she goes from one extreme to the other and the one thing Arýza is certain of is how exhausted she feels.

"You're going to kill the RedKing."

At those words Arýza's heart stills. She recoils as though burned and Cat grabs her wrist. She wants to run, distance herself and her only thought is of the knife- how it felt as it slid into his body. She has that image burned in her brain, the feel of it- of killing- no. She shakes her head adamantly.

He knows what she is thinking of, can see fear in her eyes and her rising panic. She tugs on her wrist but Cat is not going to let her run. The time for that is past.

"No! What? No, I'm-no… I want to wake up. Right now! Wake me up!" she pounds her small fist on Cat's chest to make her point but he doesn't let go. "Wake me up,Cheshire."

"You're not dreaming."

That easy, Arýza deflates. Three words that fill her with dread and a desire to turn tail and run. It's what she has always done, from the moment she saw the man that wasn't a man at all. Running has saved her life more than once because fighting only ever got her hurt. She has the scar on her shoulder to remind her of it, the sight of the hellhounds- what they are capable of doing. Everything that's ever happened, all of it… she wonders if it was all for this, to get her to Underland, to kill the RedKing. And why?

"What does any of it mean?" Arýza sobs, head dropping onto Cat's chest as she cries. She trembles in his arms, tired and just wishing it would all end. "What did any of it mean?"

Was there a purpose to their deaths? She needs to know, to understand why all of this is happening and Cat is left to fill in the blanks. He shows her the others, the girls before her;Alice,Alma, Ally… so many of them and they were all so brave to stand before the RedKing.

"You'll bring Underland back to what it was." Cat takes her face in his hands and makes her look at him. She seems so delicate, easily broken… he can see she believes she is weak and the grip she has on his shirt-the same as a drowning man clinging to a life vest.

"Do you think she will succeed?"

Castiel knows why she asks. They are not certain of the outcome and each day they lose another seal, they have lost so many… Angels killing angels and all for what? To bring about the Apocalypse and why? Because they are tired of waiting around? Because God is nowhere to be found?

"She has guidance." Castiel wishes the angels had some as well.

"Is it enough?" Anna turns to Castiel, her eyes search out his but he refuses to look at her. She huffs in annoyance and glares at him. "Dean can't control Sam and each day he-."

"Dean will do what is necessary." The bright blue eyes turn frosty. He doesn't know that for certain but like everyone else Cas hopes so.

"You know what's at risk, Castiel." Just like Anna does and she paces the length of the narrow path overlooking the canyon. "It would be best to eliminate the problem. From the source." She looks at Castiel, thinks he would agree with her and finds him standing only a breath away from her.

"The Winchesters are not to be harmed." It's an order, Castiel's tone brooks no argument and after a tense moment Anna bows her head in acquiescence. Inwardly she considers the possibilities. If Sam was never born… or Dean…

The silence in the Impala has lasted since they left Bobby's over four hours ago. Sam knows his brother isn't up to another hunt and saving this seal is more than that.

"I know you'd rather be looking for ways to help Arýza."

Dean still won't speak though he spares his brother a brief glance out of the corner of his eyes. Cas isn't saying anything useful, not anything that's going to help him get to Arýza or bring her back from Wonderland only Cas said that's not where she is and yet they all saw her disappear into the mirror. So where the hell did she go?

"Dean."

It's not the first time Sam has tried to get answers from his brother and Dean is going the way of Cas; not one word.

"No. Alright." He glares at Sam. "I don't care what the fucking report says. She's not an arsonist, hell she isn't even violent or have you forgotten how much she hated watching us spar let alone the times she ran away when I tried to teach her even the-."

"We don't know her, Dean." She's as much a stranger to them as anyone they've helped no matter how much time she has spent in their company. Not once was Sam able to get more than a few words out of her in regards to her past and why she was in the mausoleum. "What we have is a bunch of files on girls all suffering from nightmares, hallucinations and they end up becoming violent. They all had to be institutionalized." Sam also knows Arýza was questioned, the police thought she was to blame but by the time anyone got around to arresting her… she was gone. Off the grid and hiding in the streets, just another runaway kid. As far as Sam or Dean knew, Arýza had already followed the same pattern as the other girls in her family.

"She's not the only one." Dean knows the dig is just a little below the belt. He's defending Arýza and condemning his own brother, Sam whom he's done everything for since they were kids. Sam whom he's watched over, protected and cared for… and it was Sam choosing to believe and listen to and follow a demon. The same thing that killed their Mom, just another black smoke bitch like the one that took their Dad, a demon like the one cutting and slicing into Dean while he screamed for help downstairs… yeah, that's what Sam was picking over his own flesh and blood.

"Dean-."

He knows her. Deep down there's something that draws Dean to her, from the first moment he laid eyes on Arýza in that mausoleum. He feels it even more now, stronger than anything that's scared him off before from that apple pie life he's craved. But its not what this will be, with Arýza there is no happily ever after because Dean has none to give her.

"No. I'm done. I'm not talking about- it. Not anymore." And that's it, that's the end of it. That's all Dean is going to say about Sam and his demon bitch and the blood and how freaking wrong it's all turning out.

'What the hell did I sell my soul for?'

"All you have to do-."

"Is kill him, yeah I heard you are you listening to me?" Arýza demands. She shoves against Cat, pushes him away and he lands on his butt, those rainbow eyes narrowed and teeth bared with just a little bit of a growl.

"I get it. I'm a fucking hypocrite to say 'No' when I already killed you." She draws a deep breath and closes her eyes and what she's just said…those words, they can't have come from her.

"When he's dead you won't have to run." Cat rolls to his knees.

"No." Arýza looks anywhere but at him and plucks at the grass.

"You won't have to hide, nothing to fear-." He starts inching towards her.

"No, Cat."

"You will be safe-."

"NO!" Arýza gets to her feet, moves away and begins to pace. "I'm not killing anyone. I'm not! I ju- I can't, I can't!"

"Then Underland will perish, the RedKing wins." Cat comes up behind her softly and she turns right into him. "You're just afraid."

"Yeah, and I don't see any reason not to be." She doesn't want him near, she doesn't want to feel his hands on her and the warmth from him- not when he's asking her to kill. "This isn't how it's supposed to be." It's not how she remembers Underland.

Castiel is silent as he watches them. His presence drawsCheshire's attention and the rainbow eyes lock on the angel. His sudden tenseness draws Arýza's attention to the tan trench coat and the familiar face.

"Cas!" she thinks he's come for her, to take her home- away from this madness because that's what it has become. Wonderland was a story; it was fiction- something made up by a kooky old man and nothing to do with her or her family no matter what her Mom said. She won't even consider there is any relation between her and the Alice of Wonderland in the books.

"You shouldn't be here." Cat moves behind Arýza, his fingers threading through the inky locks. It's a comfort to him when he's been forced to hide himself from her.

Castiel is well aware of the rules and he has no intention of interfering. All he wants is to see Arýza, to know for certain she is in good hands as he has promised Dean.

"Wait!" Arýza is across the short distance quickly, the small hands gripping the trench coat tightly, afraid that he will leave. She looks up at her angel, he's partly to blame for where she finds herself but in the end it was her choice. She wanted to help them, to end their suffering only her family has never been in Underland. "Wait, you can't leave me here. Please?"

Castiel's brow furrows. Her voice breaks on the last word, so soft and she wipes at her tears in vain trying not to look over her shoulder at Cat. There's just a little guilt for wanting to leave him but she's telling herself Underland isn't real.

"You made a choice." Cas' blue eyes are soft, compassionate. He touches her cheek lightly and Arýza finds no comfort.

She thought to help her family by entering the mirror, to end their suffering but they are dead and gone, and nothing she does will change that.

"Please, don't leave me here."

Cat stands tall, watches the angel observe Arýza and his teeth show. It's just a soft hiss of displeasure because he doesn't like how Castiel can brush her off so easily. They know what she is to do, why and the least the angel can do is comfort her.

"You must defeat the RedKing."

She recoils, takes a step back and her hands don't hold to him so tightly. He's repeating Cat's words to her-both of them asking her to kill. No, they tell her.

"You must do this. You can change things here, in Underland. Your actions affect the world outside, Arýza." He wants to tell her more but he's done too much already. He knows the others, his brothers will not be happy and so far none of them realize where Arýza comes from or do not care. They will see nothing but a frightened girl, unable to do what is needed and Castiel isn't so sure of success either.

Arýza looks behind her to Cat and then to Castiel. She lets go of the angel and stands between them, eyes on the grass. Nothing she says will make Cas take her back to Dean and Sam and the world she belongs to. There's no way there except by doing what they ask of her.

Cheshireand Castiel share a look, an entire conversation passes between the two and there's an understanding. They have both done their parts to keep her out of danger, away from the RedKing's Hearts, to hide her from both worlds until the time came she had to return, to do her part. This girl…unaware of her true destiny, silent tears on her cheeks and the weight of both worlds on her shoulders- a burden none should bear and yet it's been hers from birth.

The angel is gone just as quickly as he appeared. With him, also, the last hope Arýza had of going back to Dean and Sam and Bobby and a world that she understands.

"This is not happening." Arýza whispers. She doesn't hear Cat's approach but when he reaches out to brush her tears away she smacks his hand. "You can't be real! You aren't!" she wants badly to deny it; just pretend it's all another dream…

"You know the truth." He draws her into his arms, hand on her cheek.

"I'm not her." She can't do what they want of her and if she doesn't…

Cat allows her a moment to cry, feels her small hands curl around his waist and just stands there, fingers lightly combing through her hair.

All around, Underland is nothing like she remembers. He wanted badly to show it to her, the same world he shared in her dreams- she had loved it there, found it all so amazing…

"This is what Underland has become since the RedKing took over." He speaks to the top of her head, eyes closed on the twisted version the RedKing has created. "The Underland in your dreams…that was real. What it was before him. It can be so again."

"I have to kill him for it." silvery-green eyes look up and find the rainbow gaze steady and unwavering.

"Stop hiding who you are." Cat orders. "It's time to stand and fight. There's nowhere to run anymore."

Arýza recognizes that tone. She remembers everything.

AN: Its taken a while to get back and post. Life and work, I think that says it all though apparently I had a chance to post a new fic rt? Well, it was already written and I figured with my luck posting it was just the smart thing to do.