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laniew1No, really. This story is starting to freak me out a little with how easy it's being to write.
Supernatural/Smallville crossover.
She recognized him as soon as they rolled him in.
RATING: R (for language and violence)
PAIRING: Lex/Dean/Lana (past Lex/Jason/Lana)
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them, if I did do you think the last thirty seconds of the season finale of Supernatural would have happened?
SUMMARY: Dean knows what possession feels like, he’s been saved from one himself.
Possession - Chapter 3
The ambulance driving through the middle of town slowly, lights going would have drawn eyes even without the limousine following it a cars length distance between them.
Lana had wanted to ride in the ambulance, Lex had wanted to as well but there hadn’t been enough room with Jason, the paramedic, one of the two nurses that Lex had hired and all the machines keeping Jason alive.
He rubbed a finger across his cellphone and stared out the window blankly.
Security was in place at the manor. With the way things had gone down before Jason disappeared he figured the moment Clark got word that Jason was back in Smallville he was going to be there wanting to know why Jason was still alive, and possibly would attempt to kill him himself.
“Clark is going to freak out,” Lana murmured. He glanced over at her as she laid her hand on top of his. She looked pensive. Probably running through worst case scenarios as to how everyone would react, it was telling that Clark’s was the first that she’d mentioned.
“Hmm… I imagine that death threats will be yelled.”
“If Jonathan was still alive he would probably try to kill him.”
Lex looked out the window again. If Jonathan had still been alive, Lex would have looked into placing bars on the windows and access card entry only to the room that would be Jason’s until he was well and possibly metal detectors at every entrance.
Lex wouldn’t have blamed Jonathan of course, Jason had held a gun on the Kent’s. Had tried to kill Martha.
“At least Genevieve won’t be pulling his strings anymore,” Lana murmured. She leaned her head back against the seat and closed her eyes.
Lex had never tried to understand the relationship between Jason and his mother; he’d not had the energy necessary to battle the woman’s control over Jason and his father at the some time.
Though once Jason was well Lex would begin attempting to unravel exactly what had happened and why Jason had flipped out and he hoped that with Genevieve gone that possibly whatever influences she’d had over her son would be gone as well.
He could hope anyway.
The ambulance made the turn into the long driveway, the limo following seconds later.
They’d get Jason settled, get him healed and conscious and then Lex would begin demanding answers to questions that he should have been asking the entire time.
And since Jason wasn’t Clark maybe he’d actually get the truth this time.
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She recognized him as soon as they rolled him in.
She was pretty sure that no one had noticed her pausing in the doorway and staring with an open mouth as they moved him from the stretcher to the bed and by the time the other nurse and the doctor that she would be working with were moving she had regained her composure.
She’d always been quite good at thinking on her feet she’d been told.
And finding out that Jason Teague was in actuality Dean Winchester (which actually put some of the comments of possession and the like that she’d heard rumbling through both the hunter community as well as the demon in the correct context) was a bit of a shock.
She assisted Amanda, (call me Mandy and they’d gotten a quick laugh out of the fact that her name was actually Amy) with getting him tucked in and strapping the arm with the IV’s down so he wouldn’t pull them out (which the paramedics had mentioned had happened twice while they were enroute).
She’d pushed the hospital gown aside and when Mandy had glanced at her curiously and Lana Lang had growled at her she’d just murmured that she was checking to see if his bandages needed to be changed.
There was no amulet around his neck and if she couldn’t get her hands on the one that had already been enchanted for him she would have to make another.
She knew the spells, in the room she’d been staying in, under the false bottom of her suitcase was her book of spells.
“I’ll take first shift if you like,” she offered to Mandy, the other woman smiled gratefully. Probably relieved that they weren’t going to have to flip coins in order to decide who would do just that.
Luthor and the girl were led out of the room by the doctor, Mandy following them and they both stopped at the door shooting last looks back at the still, pale figure lying motionless on the bed before they left.
One paramedic was waiting by the door while the other walked back to her, handing her a manila envelope and they exchanged wry smiles and a nod and then they were gone.
She opened the envelope and the contents, one amulet enchanted strictly for Dean Winchester, fell out.
She smiled, held it in the palm of her hand and looked over at Dean. She could feel the strength of the spells that had been used.
Three different witches had enchanted the amulet with the same spell; it increased the strength of them.
She walked back to the bed, dropping the envelope on the bedside table. She’d discard it before anyone saw it, so no questions would be asked that she wouldn’t know how to respond to.
She lifted Dean’s head and slipped the cord around his neck, it could have been her imagination but she thought his body might have relaxed and he breathed a little easier.
Once the amulet had been on a chain she knew, she wondered how it had come to be hanging on a cord instead of that chain.
And if the change had in any way lessened the impact or strength of the spells.
And if the change had decreased the amount of protection that it afforded Dean whether or not that was why he was laying motionless on a bed when she’d been told that he was normally a flurry of activity.
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Bobby at least looked apologetic in the face of John’s anger, his fury.
Sam himself was leaning against the doorway and trying to decipher what exactly was going on in the first place.
His dad had given him the old ‘it’s a long story, it can wait until Dean is better’ speech. Which was actually just that sentence with averted eyes.
Bobby himself was no help either, as he’d been trying to explain to John since he’d appeared an hour before that it wasn’t his fault and he’d been in the men’s room when they’d rolled Dean out.
With as bad a shape as Dean had been in, one had to wonder exactly what Bobby had been doing in there, not that Sam was dwelling on that particular line of thinking.
“At least we have someone in place to help him,” Jimmy Campbell said from his position by the window. Missouri was sitting primly in a chair watching John and Bobby snarl at each other.
“What do you mean?” Sam asked since John was to busy glaring.
“Luthor hired a couple of nurses and a doctor to tend to Jason… sorry Dean,” he amended with a cough when John turned his glare on him.
“So?”
“One of the nurses is a friend, she’s not a hunter. Doesn’t participate actively, but she’s a safe harbor when someone needs tending. He’s in good hands until we can figure a way to get him out of there.”
“We’ll just go and get him,” John growled. “Luthor has no right to him and I won’t have Dean back in that place where those things happened to him.”
“Luthor can give him the best medial care in the world John, isn’t that what’s important right now,” Bobby attempted and his dad just snarled at him.
“No, he’s not staying there. You remember what kind of shape he was in when we got him back. All jumping at shadows and false bravado.”
“He recovered; he was fine when I saw him a couple of days ago.”
“Also, you are a damn fool John Winchester,” Missouri announced.
The whole room turned to stare at her including Sam who still had no idea what was going on. Obviously something had happened to Dean at one point while he’d been gone, Lex Luthor had been involved in it and Dad was pissed off as all hell.
He wouldn’t want to be Luthor when a pissed off John Winchester caught up with him.
“Excuse me?” John didn’t glare at her but that might have been because Missouri would have smacked him up side the head with her purse.
“Are you going to just waltz in there and announce they’ve got the wrong boy? Because I for one want to be a fly on the wall when you try to explain that to Lex Luthor. If he even gives you the opportunity before he tosses you out on your ass.”
“Dean is not Jason Teague,” John snapped.
Missouri smiled at him. “You know that and I know that, now prove it.”
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He knew it wouldn’t take long before Clark would be on his doorstep. He was just relieved that he’d stayed away long enough for them to get Jason settled.
And a few days to get used to the routine of having Jason in the house again, albeit a Jason that required medical assistance and round the clock supervision.
The nurses and the doctors were being very strict about visiting hours and one of them had even posted a sign on the door indicating when Lex and Lana could and could not visit.
He’d not yet reminded them that this was his house and they were under his employ and Jason was his primary concern.
Because Jason was his primary concern, and the nurses and the doctor were just doing what they needed to do in order to get him healthy and conscious again and Lex was learning to deal with it while he also hated that he couldn’t just go to Jason’s room at two in the morning when he couldn’t sleep and sit with him.
“Why haven’t you called the cops?” Clark was demanding and Lex reminded himself that he needed to pay attention to the conversation. Even if it was not to his liking.
His father would probably be just as angry as Clark when he realized who their new houseguest was. As it was his father was in Metropolis for the week and Lex thanked whoever was listening for at least keeping his father away if he was going to have to deal with Clark.
“Why would I do that Clark?” Lex lifted his glass to his lips, it was only three but if he was going to have this conversation with Clark he definitely needed something to assist him.
“He held a gun on my parents, tried to kill them,” Clark was angry. Lex couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Clark this mad.
“And you of course witnessed this?” Lex asked idly. Even though he knew it had happened, knew it because the Kent’s didn’t lie unless it was to protect Clark.
“Lex.”
“Your parents never filed any charges against him, never said a word to the police.”
“Because they thought he was dead,” Clark growled.
“And now he’s in a coma in one of my guest bedrooms, his mother is dead and he is in no shape to harm anyone. If that was even his goal in the first place.”
“Why are you protecting him?” Clark asked and just like that his anger was gone, replaced with something that sounded equal parts old and tired.
“Mr. Luthor?” a voice at the door, one of the nurses. Mandy or something like that and she looked… optimistic?
He walked towards her, Clark still grumbling behind him.
“He’s starting to regain consciousness.”
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Supernatural/Smallville crossover.
She recognized him as soon as they rolled him in.
| Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 |
| Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 |
RATING: R (for language and violence)
PAIRING: Lex/Dean/Lana (past Lex/Jason/Lana)
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them, if I did do you think the last thirty seconds of the season finale of Supernatural would have happened?
SUMMARY: Dean knows what possession feels like, he’s been saved from one himself.
Possession - Chapter 3
The ambulance driving through the middle of town slowly, lights going would have drawn eyes even without the limousine following it a cars length distance between them.
Lana had wanted to ride in the ambulance, Lex had wanted to as well but there hadn’t been enough room with Jason, the paramedic, one of the two nurses that Lex had hired and all the machines keeping Jason alive.
He rubbed a finger across his cellphone and stared out the window blankly.
Security was in place at the manor. With the way things had gone down before Jason disappeared he figured the moment Clark got word that Jason was back in Smallville he was going to be there wanting to know why Jason was still alive, and possibly would attempt to kill him himself.
“Clark is going to freak out,” Lana murmured. He glanced over at her as she laid her hand on top of his. She looked pensive. Probably running through worst case scenarios as to how everyone would react, it was telling that Clark’s was the first that she’d mentioned.
“Hmm… I imagine that death threats will be yelled.”
“If Jonathan was still alive he would probably try to kill him.”
Lex looked out the window again. If Jonathan had still been alive, Lex would have looked into placing bars on the windows and access card entry only to the room that would be Jason’s until he was well and possibly metal detectors at every entrance.
Lex wouldn’t have blamed Jonathan of course, Jason had held a gun on the Kent’s. Had tried to kill Martha.
“At least Genevieve won’t be pulling his strings anymore,” Lana murmured. She leaned her head back against the seat and closed her eyes.
Lex had never tried to understand the relationship between Jason and his mother; he’d not had the energy necessary to battle the woman’s control over Jason and his father at the some time.
Though once Jason was well Lex would begin attempting to unravel exactly what had happened and why Jason had flipped out and he hoped that with Genevieve gone that possibly whatever influences she’d had over her son would be gone as well.
He could hope anyway.
The ambulance made the turn into the long driveway, the limo following seconds later.
They’d get Jason settled, get him healed and conscious and then Lex would begin demanding answers to questions that he should have been asking the entire time.
And since Jason wasn’t Clark maybe he’d actually get the truth this time.
She recognized him as soon as they rolled him in.
She was pretty sure that no one had noticed her pausing in the doorway and staring with an open mouth as they moved him from the stretcher to the bed and by the time the other nurse and the doctor that she would be working with were moving she had regained her composure.
She’d always been quite good at thinking on her feet she’d been told.
And finding out that Jason Teague was in actuality Dean Winchester (which actually put some of the comments of possession and the like that she’d heard rumbling through both the hunter community as well as the demon in the correct context) was a bit of a shock.
She assisted Amanda, (call me Mandy and they’d gotten a quick laugh out of the fact that her name was actually Amy) with getting him tucked in and strapping the arm with the IV’s down so he wouldn’t pull them out (which the paramedics had mentioned had happened twice while they were enroute).
She’d pushed the hospital gown aside and when Mandy had glanced at her curiously and Lana Lang had growled at her she’d just murmured that she was checking to see if his bandages needed to be changed.
There was no amulet around his neck and if she couldn’t get her hands on the one that had already been enchanted for him she would have to make another.
She knew the spells, in the room she’d been staying in, under the false bottom of her suitcase was her book of spells.
“I’ll take first shift if you like,” she offered to Mandy, the other woman smiled gratefully. Probably relieved that they weren’t going to have to flip coins in order to decide who would do just that.
Luthor and the girl were led out of the room by the doctor, Mandy following them and they both stopped at the door shooting last looks back at the still, pale figure lying motionless on the bed before they left.
One paramedic was waiting by the door while the other walked back to her, handing her a manila envelope and they exchanged wry smiles and a nod and then they were gone.
She opened the envelope and the contents, one amulet enchanted strictly for Dean Winchester, fell out.
She smiled, held it in the palm of her hand and looked over at Dean. She could feel the strength of the spells that had been used.
Three different witches had enchanted the amulet with the same spell; it increased the strength of them.
She walked back to the bed, dropping the envelope on the bedside table. She’d discard it before anyone saw it, so no questions would be asked that she wouldn’t know how to respond to.
She lifted Dean’s head and slipped the cord around his neck, it could have been her imagination but she thought his body might have relaxed and he breathed a little easier.
Once the amulet had been on a chain she knew, she wondered how it had come to be hanging on a cord instead of that chain.
And if the change had in any way lessened the impact or strength of the spells.
And if the change had decreased the amount of protection that it afforded Dean whether or not that was why he was laying motionless on a bed when she’d been told that he was normally a flurry of activity.
Bobby at least looked apologetic in the face of John’s anger, his fury.
Sam himself was leaning against the doorway and trying to decipher what exactly was going on in the first place.
His dad had given him the old ‘it’s a long story, it can wait until Dean is better’ speech. Which was actually just that sentence with averted eyes.
Bobby himself was no help either, as he’d been trying to explain to John since he’d appeared an hour before that it wasn’t his fault and he’d been in the men’s room when they’d rolled Dean out.
With as bad a shape as Dean had been in, one had to wonder exactly what Bobby had been doing in there, not that Sam was dwelling on that particular line of thinking.
“At least we have someone in place to help him,” Jimmy Campbell said from his position by the window. Missouri was sitting primly in a chair watching John and Bobby snarl at each other.
“What do you mean?” Sam asked since John was to busy glaring.
“Luthor hired a couple of nurses and a doctor to tend to Jason… sorry Dean,” he amended with a cough when John turned his glare on him.
“So?”
“One of the nurses is a friend, she’s not a hunter. Doesn’t participate actively, but she’s a safe harbor when someone needs tending. He’s in good hands until we can figure a way to get him out of there.”
“We’ll just go and get him,” John growled. “Luthor has no right to him and I won’t have Dean back in that place where those things happened to him.”
“Luthor can give him the best medial care in the world John, isn’t that what’s important right now,” Bobby attempted and his dad just snarled at him.
“No, he’s not staying there. You remember what kind of shape he was in when we got him back. All jumping at shadows and false bravado.”
“He recovered; he was fine when I saw him a couple of days ago.”
“Also, you are a damn fool John Winchester,” Missouri announced.
The whole room turned to stare at her including Sam who still had no idea what was going on. Obviously something had happened to Dean at one point while he’d been gone, Lex Luthor had been involved in it and Dad was pissed off as all hell.
He wouldn’t want to be Luthor when a pissed off John Winchester caught up with him.
“Excuse me?” John didn’t glare at her but that might have been because Missouri would have smacked him up side the head with her purse.
“Are you going to just waltz in there and announce they’ve got the wrong boy? Because I for one want to be a fly on the wall when you try to explain that to Lex Luthor. If he even gives you the opportunity before he tosses you out on your ass.”
“Dean is not Jason Teague,” John snapped.
Missouri smiled at him. “You know that and I know that, now prove it.”
He knew it wouldn’t take long before Clark would be on his doorstep. He was just relieved that he’d stayed away long enough for them to get Jason settled.
And a few days to get used to the routine of having Jason in the house again, albeit a Jason that required medical assistance and round the clock supervision.
The nurses and the doctors were being very strict about visiting hours and one of them had even posted a sign on the door indicating when Lex and Lana could and could not visit.
He’d not yet reminded them that this was his house and they were under his employ and Jason was his primary concern.
Because Jason was his primary concern, and the nurses and the doctor were just doing what they needed to do in order to get him healthy and conscious again and Lex was learning to deal with it while he also hated that he couldn’t just go to Jason’s room at two in the morning when he couldn’t sleep and sit with him.
“Why haven’t you called the cops?” Clark was demanding and Lex reminded himself that he needed to pay attention to the conversation. Even if it was not to his liking.
His father would probably be just as angry as Clark when he realized who their new houseguest was. As it was his father was in Metropolis for the week and Lex thanked whoever was listening for at least keeping his father away if he was going to have to deal with Clark.
“Why would I do that Clark?” Lex lifted his glass to his lips, it was only three but if he was going to have this conversation with Clark he definitely needed something to assist him.
“He held a gun on my parents, tried to kill them,” Clark was angry. Lex couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Clark this mad.
“And you of course witnessed this?” Lex asked idly. Even though he knew it had happened, knew it because the Kent’s didn’t lie unless it was to protect Clark.
“Lex.”
“Your parents never filed any charges against him, never said a word to the police.”
“Because they thought he was dead,” Clark growled.
“And now he’s in a coma in one of my guest bedrooms, his mother is dead and he is in no shape to harm anyone. If that was even his goal in the first place.”
“Why are you protecting him?” Clark asked and just like that his anger was gone, replaced with something that sounded equal parts old and tired.
“Mr. Luthor?” a voice at the door, one of the nurses. Mandy or something like that and she looked… optimistic?
He walked towards her, Clark still grumbling behind him.
“He’s starting to regain consciousness.”