Crossover: HL/Supernatural/SG1 (S4 HL!verse, post season 7 BtVS!verse, S2 SPN!verse, S6 SG1!verse

Claim: Highlander (general series)

For prompt: 090 Home

Characters: M, Dean, Sam (mention of Daniel Jackson)

Summary: Lawrence wasn't the only home of Sam's that was affected by the YED.

A/N: names of Sam's friends taken from 1x06 where he's checking his email.

A/N2: Sam and Dean don't know about Methos – they still think he's just Adam Pierson.

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"Keep your guard up! You're wide open!"

"Ah!"

"That's not going to kill you, but the next strike might so: Keep. Your. Guard. Up!"

Dean leaned out the window of the motel room. "Dude's do you really have to do that so early?"

Methos paused, leaving Sam to rest the tip of his new sword on the ground and pant.

"It's almost 11."

Dean rubbed an arm over his eyes. "Yeah and we were up till 5 hunting down the cause of that stupid curse. I don't know about Immortals, but this mortal needs his beauty sleep. Besides should you really be doing that out here? Little public don't you think?"

"If there were any 'public' within ten miles of here I would agree with you, but even the owner has gone off somewhere and we've got to practice if you want your brother to keep his head where it is."

Dean put up his hands in defeat. "Fine, fine." He retreated back into the room, mumbling about coffee.

"Now," Methos announced raising his sword, "let's try this again."

"Adam I know I need to be able to protect myself, but this isn't working. I just can't get my head round this," he waved his broadsword uselessly, "sword stuff." He sighed. "Give me a machete and I can handle it, but this is just too weird. Besides how am I supposed to carry something this big around with me all the time?"

Methos waved his question away, lost in thought. "I can show you how to do that, but maybe you're right…Dean!" Methos called as the older Winchester appeared from the room and headed towards the car. "Grab us a couple of machetes from the trunk!"

"Get your own damn machetes! I'm going out for donuts!"

Methos rolled his eyes and slouched over to the Impala, Sam tagging along warily behind.

"An old student of mine uses a falcata," Methos called back over his shoulder, "it's an ancient type of sword not much bigger than a machete. It's used in a completely different way to a broadsword…maybe its forms will suit your style better."

"I hope so. I feel ridiculous carrying this thing."

"You should," Dean smirked, "You look ridiculous."

"Thanks-ah!"

Sam clutched at his head, falling to his knees as Dean nearly leapt over the car to get to his side.

"Sam! Just breathe Sammy…What do you see?"

"Vision?" Methos asked.

"Yeah, a vision," Dean retorted tersely.

"…Standford. My dorm…I've gotta go back."

"Whoa, whoa there, Sammy. Tell us what you saw."

Sam was panting from the pain as he tried to stand, Dean keeping a firm hold on his arm to stop him from falling.

"It's happening all over again. Just like Lawrence – someone's in my old dorm room and they're gonna die if we don't do something!"

Dean nodded purposefully, stuffing their bags properly in the trunk before slamming it shut and diving into the driver's seat, while Sam tentatively made his way to the passenger side.

Methos picked up Sam's dropped sword.

"I guess there's no time to stop for those donuts on the way?"

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His dorm had been rebuilt from the fire so that it looked as if nothing had ever happened here, that Jessica had never died. As Sam got out of the car, looking round his old familiar campus he realised that this was the last place he wanted to be.

Dean would get a kick out of that: college boy afraid of being back at college, but it was true. The last year and a half, how easy it had been to fall back into the old routine of hunting, had only reminded him that he didn't belong here with normal people. It was all pretend, the idea that he could have a normal life, it always had been pretend. No one here had ever really known him, known what his life was like, not even Jessica.

He regretted that now, wished he had told her, but there was nothing he could do about that now. The only thing he could do was stop anyone else from dying because of his screwed up destiny. He headed in direction of his old dorm, Dean and Adam trailing along behind him.

"Ah it's been a while," Adam said with a nostalgic sigh.

"You went to college here too?" Dean asked.

"Nope, but universities are all the same. I've always loved the atmosphere of learning."

"You went to college in England, or wherever you're from?"

"Oxford actually. And Alexandria. A few other places. I guest lectured at some colleges in Greece years ago, and Mac even convinced me to talk to his students once. But actually no, I didn't go to university where I came from."

"Whatever dude. You're a big Immortal nerd, I get it."

"Guys," Sam chastised softly as they arrived at their destination. He knocked tentatively to have the door open in a cloud of sweet smoke moments later.

"Yeah..?" The guy looked at them blearily through bloodshot eyes, leaning on the door as much as holding it open. "You Marty's friends? She's not here yet."

"Actually-" Sam began, but Dean smacked him in the chest to stop him, beaming reassuringly at the stoned student.

"That's us, Marty said we could hang out here and wait for her. Mind if we come in?"

Dean didn't wait for an answer but barged right in to the dark, smoke-filled depths. "Hey mind if I snag a beer?" Dean asked, seeing the case on the floor in the middle of the ring of stoners.

"Ditto."

"Sure, man, help yourselves. It's all good."

"Thanks!" Dean beamed as he grabbed two, throwing one in Methos's direction.

"So how long have you lived here?" Sam asked, standing by the door while Dean and Methos made themselves comfortable.

"Ever since it reopened couple of months ago. Lucky too: my landlord kicked me out after Christmas break."

"They get everything fixed ok after the fire?" Dean asked.

"Oh! You know about the fire? Yeah, they fixed everything. I mean good enough, you know."

"You said good enough? You've got problems?"

"Sure, I mean, the lights can go a bit weird and the toilet's been backed up almost a week now, but I've been in worse places."

Methos, Sam and Dean shared a look and they all shifted subtly away from the door that led to the bathroom.

"So how d'you know Marty? One of you her new guy?"

"Uh…"

"Oh it's totally cool. It was a totally mutual break up."

"Actually, I think maybe we were supposed to meet her somewhere else, so we'll just go there."

"Thanks for the beer." Dean said as he followed his brother out.

They were waiting outside for a couple of minutes before Methos appeared, tucking something away in his pocket. At Sam's glare he smirked.

"Hey, it's not like it's going to kill me. You either. Maybe you should try it?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "Come on. It looks like we've got till nightfall at least. We should get provisions and come back."

"Provisions for what?"

Sam sighed. "Back in Lawrence, Missouri made these pouches…talismans I guess, to put in the house to get rid of the spirit. We make some more, come back tonight once they've all passed out and put them in the corners of the house."

"The recipe is in Dad's journal." Dean agreed. "But dude, maybe you should try some, smoke that bug out of your ass."

"Well excuse me for being a little sensitive about the place where my girlfriend was murdered!"

"Sam?"

He spun round. "Mary Ann? Jerry?"

"Oh my God! Sam!!" Mary Ann rushed up, throwing her arms around his neck.

"Where the hell have you been man?" Jerry asked, giving him a friendly punch on the arm. "We've been worried about you. You never came back after…"

"Yeah," Sam started, peeling Mary Ann away from his neck. "It was just too much you know. After the fire and everything."

"But you're here now? I mean you're back in class right?" Mary Ann asked hopefully.

Sam cleared his throat. "Not really…just kind of visiting."

"But you are coming back, right?"

"Look, why don't you crazy kids catch up over mocha javas or whatever." Dean said, already backing away. "The old dude and I have got this."

Sam looked at him desperately. "Are you sure? You don't need me to show you around or anything?"

"Nah, we're cool. Nerd guy knows the campus life I'm sure we'll find our way."

Without letting Sam get another word in Dean spun on his heel, pushing Methos ahead of him.

"I don't think he wanted to be left with his friends…"

"Yeah well I didn't want to be left in awkwards-ville either. Sammy's just gonna have to deal. Now where the hell are we gonna get what we need for these talismans?"

"Dean?"

Dean rolled his eyes at the distraction, but his face lit up when he saw who was calling him.

"Hey Becky, how you doing?"

"Good thanks. Where's Sam?"

"Some old friends found him. I think they were going to get coffee if you want to catch up to them."

"Thanks I'll do that. Nice to see you again." She turned to leave.

"Oh hey!" She paused at his call, fixing a defensive look on her face at his goofy grin. "I don't suppose you know anywhere we can buy arrowroot around here?"

Becky chuckled. "I guess this isn't a social call then?"

Dean shrugged. "Spirit haunting Sammy's old room…"

Becky rolled her eyes. "Of course. Lucky for you after what happened last time I saw you and your brother I've been shopping in the most interesting places." She pointed into the distance. "Go right down to the other end of campus and turn right. Up the street a little way and another right and you'll see the place.

"Thanks Becky."

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Sam had been relieved when Becky showed up at the coffee house. She at least helped him steer the conversation away from what he had been doing for the passed year, though he had had to think quickly when she asked who Adam was (he had said it was just one of Dean's friends along for the ride for a bit). As the sun set he had Mary Ann and Jerry begging him to stay for a little longer, to crash on their couch, but no such offers from Becky. Dean had obviously told her why they were there if her concerned hug before he left was anything to go by, but she didn't push, just whispered good luck into his ear before she let go.

He wanted to tell her that he would be alright: that there was nothing short of a slice to the head that could hurt him now. He wanted someone to confide in, but this was not the time, the place or the person. He would have to make do with an insensitive older brother and an Immortal teacher instead.

Said compatriots were waiting for him outside the kid's window. He knew before he even got there as the buzz of Adam's quickening made his head ache dully until he got round the corner and met his teacher's eyes, each of them letting out a pent up breath.

"Huh, Immortals: better than spidey sense."

"Shut up Dean. You got the talismans?"

"No thanks to you." Dean said, passing him one.

"Hey, you're the one who left me there."

"They're your friends."

"Children can we just do this and get out of here. As much as I enjoy breaking and entering in order to kill ghosts I have other things I want to do with my evening. Like buying some beer to go with my baggy."

"And I thought Dean was immature. How old did you say you are?"

Methos smirked. "Here's another lesson on Immortality for you. Some of us are a little picky about our age."

There was a pop as Dean jimmied the window open, a rasp as he pulled himself inside.

Someone was asleep on the couch, someone else sprawled on the floor and the bedroom at the end of the hall was shut tight for the night. The trio crept to their places, finding recesses at the back of cupboards and pulling up loose carpet to find somewhere they could stash their talismans where they wouldn't be found.

Just as Dean was about to place his last one in the final corner of the house the lights suddenly turned themselves on and began to flicker and he felt himself blown backwards by something. Crawling across the floor into a spectral wind, he tried to make it back to the window seat where he needed to stash the thing, but the wind was just too strong. Even the stoners were starting to realise something was wrong, blearily coming back to consciousness as a Playstation cord wrapped itself around his leg and pulled him away.

"Sam! Adam! Get in here!"

"What?" Sam asked as he came running.

"Here!" Dean threw his talisman to his brother. "Get that in the window seat and let's get out of here!"

The wind was swirling round the room now, picking up everything in its path and flinging it at the two men trying to stop it. The stoners were up and made a run for it. Sam barely made it as far as Dean had before a bong smacked him in the head, splitting his forehead to make a bloody trail run down his face before it healed.

"Holy…" Dean heard Adam mutter as he came back from his own duty.

"Who the hell are you guys and why are you in my house?! What the..?"

Dean turned to see a pretty girl, her hair dyed various shades of purple and blue walking into the apartment. He just managed to catch a glimpse of her before Adam was pushing her to the floor, an ornamental candlestick piercing him in his side, just under his ribs, instead of getting her in the stomach. He cried out as he fell, the new girl scrabbling over to try and pull him out of the way of the ever-flying debris.

"Shit," Dean muttered, turning back to see that Sam had seen the same thing. Slowly his eyes hardened and Dean felt the wind slowing. Or rather it wasn't slowing – he could see things whipping round as fast as ever – but it didn't seem to be having the same effect anymore near the two brothers anymore. Sam strolled forward in his little bubble of calm and deposited the talisman where it needed to be.

Immediately the wind stopped, the contents of the room clattering back to earth innocently. Well, all except the one in Adam's side.

Sam and Dean went over to the terrified girl holding their friend on her lap.

"He pushed me out the way…" She said tearfully as he gasped for breath.

"You must be Marty," Sam said gently.

She nodded numbly. "W-we have to get him to a hospital."

"We've got a car right outside. We'll take him. He'll be fine." Sam smiled and Dean cursed again his ridiculously trustable expression.

Sam and Dean carried Adam outside, but as soon as the door shut behind them he was wriggling to be put down.

"Will…you…just pull it out already!" Adam gasped. "I'm working with one lung here.

Sam and Dean shared a glance until Dean shrugged and made way for Sam. The younger Winchester was the gentler one, though neither of them saw how this was going to be anything but unbearably painful. Gingerly Sam got a grip.

"For God's sake hurry up or I'll do it myself!"

Sam tugged sharply and it came free, Adam's eyes going wide for a moment before he started breathing more easily. He stood, waving off Sam's offer of help.

"That's better," Adam sighed. "So…where to next?"