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Supernatural/Smallville crossover.
He came awake with a whimper. Not voiced of course, because Sammy would never let him live it down if he heard it.
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 4
He came awake with a whimper. Not voiced of course, because Sammy would never let him live it down if he heard it.
His head ached and his body felt like someone had cut him with a thousand knives.
It hit him suddenly that someone had, something wearing his father’s face had tortured him and tried to kill him and taunted him with things he already knew.
Things he tried to bury deep and not think about.
“They don’t need you. Not like you need them.”
It was the truth of course. Demons rarely used a lie when the truth could be more painful.
The rest of his senses were starting to catch up with the ones that catalogued and announced pain, he wondered if Sammy had decided against the hospital and instead had taken them to a nice hotel instead.
Because the sheets were smooth against his skin, instead of rough and scratchy as typical motel room sheets were. The blankets were heavy and thick.
“We’ve still have the Colt, we’ve still got the one bullet… we just need to start over…”
His eyes snapped open and he gasped, a scream building in his throat.
It flashed in front of his eyes, those last few seconds. He’d been concentrating on Sammy’s eyes in the rear view mirror. Trying to stay awake, concentrating on breathing.
He’d been so, utterly tired. He’d just wanted to sleep forever.
Then there had been lights and the impact and dad yelling and no noise at all from Sam and then there’d been darkness.
Hands were against his skin and he struggled, one arm was held down by straps he could feel at his elbow and wrist and he kicked at whoever was holding his legs immobile.
“Jason, Jason calm down,” a familiar voice ordered and it only made him struggle harder.
Because that was the wrong name and a voice that he hadn’t heard in over a year and he searched his mind and prayed that he was still himself and tested it by kicking out a leg. That had been the worst part of that long, long period where Jason Teague had been in control.
Not being able to move or scream or call his dad and Sam and tell them he was okay and alive. And yeah okay, he’d fucked up somehow, but could someone come and help him now.
The pendant was against his skin, a familiar, soothing weight and it warded off possession but it couldn’t prevent the demon wearing his fathers face from trying to kill him.
“Jason!” the voice again and he focused on the owner of that voice.
“Lex.” Voice that was obviously his though it sounded weak and tiny, and the last time he’d sounded like that he’d been dying.
So maybe it was a good thing that Sam wasn’t there because he would laugh hysterically then try to save him.
Again.
And with his luck Sam would find another yet another faith healer that had a wife who practiced black magic and bound reapers to her will in her spare time, because Dean didn’t have enough guilt already.
Also, what the hell was he doing here? Where were dad and Sammy? And he prayed with everything he had that they were at least still alive and looking for him.
Warm hand against his forehead, smooth skin where there were calluses on Sam and dad’s.
Then the hand was forcibly removed and Lex was shoved out of the way by a middle aged woman with graying black hair and there was a prick in his arm.
“What are you doing?” Lex growled, eyes flashing and angry.
“His body can’t take the stress of this, we need to calm him down now before he strokes,” Dean closed his eyes for a moment, just to rest them. Now he could hear the screaming of the machines and he wasn’t certain how he’d not heard them before.
Probably because he wasn’t expecting them, he wasn’t in a hospital after all.
The sheets had been his first clue.
He was pretty sure that this was one of the guest rooms at Lex’s, they’d probably fucked in this room once, but he couldn’t be positive. Some of the memories of when Jason ran his body were hazy, only those memories of Lex and Lana really stood out with any sort of clarity and his eyes snapped open again.
If Lex was here then… and there was Lana was by the door. Tears in her eyes, hand pressed to her mouth, the other arm wrapped around her stomach.
The farm boy was standing next to her and he felt it like a sucker punch.
The thoughts that he’d had back when his dad and the others had exorcised Jason Teague from his body, that Lex and Lana would move on with Clark either together or separately, raced through his mind again.
But he hadn’t meant them. Didn’t want them to have moved on even though he wasn’t who they wanted and he couldn’t ever be that person again.
Because Jason was gone.
Clark Kent looked like he didn’t know what to think and Dean thought ‘I know exactly how you feel buddy’. Though if he called Clark Kent buddy Clark would probably punch him and if he actually said those words out loud, Lex would have him committed.
His body relaxed as whatever drugs the woman (who Dean was hoping was a nurse and not just someone who knew how to wield a needle) had given him took affect, the monitors stopped screaming and Lex returned to his side.
Hand laying over his, lacing their fingers together and Lana walked up slowly beside him, leaning into Lex as her hand lay over their joined ones.
Clark looked as if he was the one who was going to stroke out now and if his eyes got any wider they were going to pop right out of his head.
He couldn’t handle this right now, couldn’t handle Lex and Lana looking at him as if they cared when by rights they should hate him.
Couldn’t handle Clark looking at him with shock and surprise and maybe a little hatred.
Couldn’t handle not knowing where dad and Sam were and if they were even okay.
So he closed his eyes and let the drugs pull him back under and hoped that when he opened his eyes next someone who didn’t have the right to hate him would be next to him and would tell him what the fuck was going on.
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Clark was still fuming in the library when the doorbell rang, Lex could tell because his face was white except for the two little red dots on either cheek and his eyes were infuriated.
Lana had refused to be sent away. Probably she was afraid that if Clark got too angry that he would harm Lex, he certainly looked mad enough to do serious damage.
There were guards at the doors posing as staff, Lex didn’t think anything of it until the guard from the front door appeared at the door to the library looking like he wasn’t sure if whatever was behind him was worse then Lex.
Obviously he hadn’t dealt with Lex Luthor angry before.
Three men appeared in the doorway next. One he knew, the older man from the hospital and before Jason had disappeared.
The other two he could only figure were John and Sam Winchester.
They definitely looked like father and son, and then there was also the fact that both men looked as if they’d been run over by a truck instead of just hit by one.
He probably should have looked at the file that Cassidy had slipped him on the Winchesters instead of waiting impatiently for Jason to open his eyes.
Lex raised an eyebrow and waited for them to make their demands so he could have them forcibly removed.
“Where’s my son?” John Winchester finally managed sounding as pissed off as Clark looked
He hadn’t expected that, neither had Lana or Clark or the guard for that matter, because they all looked equal measures stunned and confused.
“I’m afraid that you must have the wrong house,” Lex smiled congenially, even as he was busy internally calculating ways to remove them before they got violent.
He didn’t see the gun coming and from the expression on Sam Winchester’s face he hadn’t expected it either, though the other man just looked resigned. As if this was just what he’d expected and John hadn’t disappointed.
Lex himself moved so he was standing in front of Lana, protecting her and he would probably get yelled at later for doing it.
“Dad what are you doing?” Sam had his hands out in front of him and was staring at his father as if he’d never seen him before.
The older Winchester ignored him, eyes never wavering from where they were locked on Lex.
“Bobby, a little help here,” Sam implored the other man and Bobby sighed and took a step forward only to stop when Winchester growled at him.
“Where. Is. My. Son?” Winchester repeated and Lex just stared at him, at the gun pointed at him.
Because the only other person in the house, besides the staff, was Jason and he had no living family left.
“Dad.” The voice was weak and it drew the attention of the entire room and Jason seemed to shrink in on himself even as he pulled himself up straight attempting to at least look like he wasn’t supporting himself with a nurse on one side and the door on the other. “Dad put the gun down.”
“Dean,” Sam made to move toward him and Lex cut him off, standing in front of Jason.
“Don’t,” he warned, voice cold and he fell into a defensive stance. He’d get yelled at by Jason as well now; maybe he could ask them to time their speeches about how they could protect themselves for the same time.
That way he could get them both out of the way at once.
“Are you okay?” Winchester sounded gruff but there was just enough concern hidden under it to make Lex blink, and he’d not lowered the gun but it had moved when Lex had.
“I’m, you know, not dead. So points for that,” Jason muttered. Lex hazarded a glance behind him and saw that he’d let go of the nurse and looked as if he was standing on his own, though a hand was still touching the door and he swayed a little from side to side.
“Dad put the gun away,” Sam put his hand on it and shoved it down so it was at least just aiming at the floor Lex relaxed a little.
“We came as soon as we could,” Bobby was standing off to the side. Looking out of place in the middle of the library. “Didn’t rush none ‘cause Missouri said that there was someone here in the know and they’d protect you if it came to that.”
“That would be Amy over here, I’m guessing,” Jason attempted a smirk but he didn’t quite pull it off what with the white face and the shaking.
“You should sit down, Dean. Before you fall over and embarrass yourself,” Sam made to move again and Lex stepped in front of him. “That’s my brother,” he snarled and Lex’s eyes narrowed. Because for a minute there the boy had looked vicious and mean.
“It’s okay Sammy,” Jason said with a tired, drawn voice.
“Actually he should be in bed, and also his bandages need to be changed again,” Amy interrupted sounding equal parts irritated and concerned. Lex turned and saw red dotting the t-shirt that he was wearing and he wondered when Jason had changed clothes because the last time they’d been in his room, a mere hour ago, he’d had a hospital gown still on for ease of changing bandages.
“Lana,” Lex jerked his head and Lana nodded. She squeezed his hand as she walked past and slipped under Jason’s arm. Her own arm around his waist, Jason’s arm over her shoulder and he didn’t think it was his imagination that Jason leaned more on Lana then he did on the nurse as they led him from the room.
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Supernatural/Smallville crossover.
He came awake with a whimper. Not voiced of course, because Sammy would never let him live it down if he heard it.
| 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 4
He came awake with a whimper. Not voiced of course, because Sammy would never let him live it down if he heard it.
His head ached and his body felt like someone had cut him with a thousand knives.
It hit him suddenly that someone had, something wearing his father’s face had tortured him and tried to kill him and taunted him with things he already knew.
Things he tried to bury deep and not think about.
“They don’t need you. Not like you need them.”
It was the truth of course. Demons rarely used a lie when the truth could be more painful.
The rest of his senses were starting to catch up with the ones that catalogued and announced pain, he wondered if Sammy had decided against the hospital and instead had taken them to a nice hotel instead.
Because the sheets were smooth against his skin, instead of rough and scratchy as typical motel room sheets were. The blankets were heavy and thick.
“We’ve still have the Colt, we’ve still got the one bullet… we just need to start over…”
His eyes snapped open and he gasped, a scream building in his throat.
It flashed in front of his eyes, those last few seconds. He’d been concentrating on Sammy’s eyes in the rear view mirror. Trying to stay awake, concentrating on breathing.
He’d been so, utterly tired. He’d just wanted to sleep forever.
Then there had been lights and the impact and dad yelling and no noise at all from Sam and then there’d been darkness.
Hands were against his skin and he struggled, one arm was held down by straps he could feel at his elbow and wrist and he kicked at whoever was holding his legs immobile.
“Jason, Jason calm down,” a familiar voice ordered and it only made him struggle harder.
Because that was the wrong name and a voice that he hadn’t heard in over a year and he searched his mind and prayed that he was still himself and tested it by kicking out a leg. That had been the worst part of that long, long period where Jason Teague had been in control.
Not being able to move or scream or call his dad and Sam and tell them he was okay and alive. And yeah okay, he’d fucked up somehow, but could someone come and help him now.
The pendant was against his skin, a familiar, soothing weight and it warded off possession but it couldn’t prevent the demon wearing his fathers face from trying to kill him.
“Jason!” the voice again and he focused on the owner of that voice.
“Lex.” Voice that was obviously his though it sounded weak and tiny, and the last time he’d sounded like that he’d been dying.
So maybe it was a good thing that Sam wasn’t there because he would laugh hysterically then try to save him.
Again.
And with his luck Sam would find another yet another faith healer that had a wife who practiced black magic and bound reapers to her will in her spare time, because Dean didn’t have enough guilt already.
Also, what the hell was he doing here? Where were dad and Sammy? And he prayed with everything he had that they were at least still alive and looking for him.
Warm hand against his forehead, smooth skin where there were calluses on Sam and dad’s.
Then the hand was forcibly removed and Lex was shoved out of the way by a middle aged woman with graying black hair and there was a prick in his arm.
“What are you doing?” Lex growled, eyes flashing and angry.
“His body can’t take the stress of this, we need to calm him down now before he strokes,” Dean closed his eyes for a moment, just to rest them. Now he could hear the screaming of the machines and he wasn’t certain how he’d not heard them before.
Probably because he wasn’t expecting them, he wasn’t in a hospital after all.
The sheets had been his first clue.
He was pretty sure that this was one of the guest rooms at Lex’s, they’d probably fucked in this room once, but he couldn’t be positive. Some of the memories of when Jason ran his body were hazy, only those memories of Lex and Lana really stood out with any sort of clarity and his eyes snapped open again.
If Lex was here then… and there was Lana was by the door. Tears in her eyes, hand pressed to her mouth, the other arm wrapped around her stomach.
The farm boy was standing next to her and he felt it like a sucker punch.
The thoughts that he’d had back when his dad and the others had exorcised Jason Teague from his body, that Lex and Lana would move on with Clark either together or separately, raced through his mind again.
But he hadn’t meant them. Didn’t want them to have moved on even though he wasn’t who they wanted and he couldn’t ever be that person again.
Because Jason was gone.
Clark Kent looked like he didn’t know what to think and Dean thought ‘I know exactly how you feel buddy’. Though if he called Clark Kent buddy Clark would probably punch him and if he actually said those words out loud, Lex would have him committed.
His body relaxed as whatever drugs the woman (who Dean was hoping was a nurse and not just someone who knew how to wield a needle) had given him took affect, the monitors stopped screaming and Lex returned to his side.
Hand laying over his, lacing their fingers together and Lana walked up slowly beside him, leaning into Lex as her hand lay over their joined ones.
Clark looked as if he was the one who was going to stroke out now and if his eyes got any wider they were going to pop right out of his head.
He couldn’t handle this right now, couldn’t handle Lex and Lana looking at him as if they cared when by rights they should hate him.
Couldn’t handle Clark looking at him with shock and surprise and maybe a little hatred.
Couldn’t handle not knowing where dad and Sam were and if they were even okay.
So he closed his eyes and let the drugs pull him back under and hoped that when he opened his eyes next someone who didn’t have the right to hate him would be next to him and would tell him what the fuck was going on.
Clark was still fuming in the library when the doorbell rang, Lex could tell because his face was white except for the two little red dots on either cheek and his eyes were infuriated.
Lana had refused to be sent away. Probably she was afraid that if Clark got too angry that he would harm Lex, he certainly looked mad enough to do serious damage.
There were guards at the doors posing as staff, Lex didn’t think anything of it until the guard from the front door appeared at the door to the library looking like he wasn’t sure if whatever was behind him was worse then Lex.
Obviously he hadn’t dealt with Lex Luthor angry before.
Three men appeared in the doorway next. One he knew, the older man from the hospital and before Jason had disappeared.
The other two he could only figure were John and Sam Winchester.
They definitely looked like father and son, and then there was also the fact that both men looked as if they’d been run over by a truck instead of just hit by one.
He probably should have looked at the file that Cassidy had slipped him on the Winchesters instead of waiting impatiently for Jason to open his eyes.
Lex raised an eyebrow and waited for them to make their demands so he could have them forcibly removed.
“Where’s my son?” John Winchester finally managed sounding as pissed off as Clark looked
He hadn’t expected that, neither had Lana or Clark or the guard for that matter, because they all looked equal measures stunned and confused.
“I’m afraid that you must have the wrong house,” Lex smiled congenially, even as he was busy internally calculating ways to remove them before they got violent.
He didn’t see the gun coming and from the expression on Sam Winchester’s face he hadn’t expected it either, though the other man just looked resigned. As if this was just what he’d expected and John hadn’t disappointed.
Lex himself moved so he was standing in front of Lana, protecting her and he would probably get yelled at later for doing it.
“Dad what are you doing?” Sam had his hands out in front of him and was staring at his father as if he’d never seen him before.
The older Winchester ignored him, eyes never wavering from where they were locked on Lex.
“Bobby, a little help here,” Sam implored the other man and Bobby sighed and took a step forward only to stop when Winchester growled at him.
“Where. Is. My. Son?” Winchester repeated and Lex just stared at him, at the gun pointed at him.
Because the only other person in the house, besides the staff, was Jason and he had no living family left.
“Dad.” The voice was weak and it drew the attention of the entire room and Jason seemed to shrink in on himself even as he pulled himself up straight attempting to at least look like he wasn’t supporting himself with a nurse on one side and the door on the other. “Dad put the gun down.”
“Dean,” Sam made to move toward him and Lex cut him off, standing in front of Jason.
“Don’t,” he warned, voice cold and he fell into a defensive stance. He’d get yelled at by Jason as well now; maybe he could ask them to time their speeches about how they could protect themselves for the same time.
That way he could get them both out of the way at once.
“Are you okay?” Winchester sounded gruff but there was just enough concern hidden under it to make Lex blink, and he’d not lowered the gun but it had moved when Lex had.
“I’m, you know, not dead. So points for that,” Jason muttered. Lex hazarded a glance behind him and saw that he’d let go of the nurse and looked as if he was standing on his own, though a hand was still touching the door and he swayed a little from side to side.
“Dad put the gun away,” Sam put his hand on it and shoved it down so it was at least just aiming at the floor Lex relaxed a little.
“We came as soon as we could,” Bobby was standing off to the side. Looking out of place in the middle of the library. “Didn’t rush none ‘cause Missouri said that there was someone here in the know and they’d protect you if it came to that.”
“That would be Amy over here, I’m guessing,” Jason attempted a smirk but he didn’t quite pull it off what with the white face and the shaking.
“You should sit down, Dean. Before you fall over and embarrass yourself,” Sam made to move again and Lex stepped in front of him. “That’s my brother,” he snarled and Lex’s eyes narrowed. Because for a minute there the boy had looked vicious and mean.
“It’s okay Sammy,” Jason said with a tired, drawn voice.
“Actually he should be in bed, and also his bandages need to be changed again,” Amy interrupted sounding equal parts irritated and concerned. Lex turned and saw red dotting the t-shirt that he was wearing and he wondered when Jason had changed clothes because the last time they’d been in his room, a mere hour ago, he’d had a hospital gown still on for ease of changing bandages.
“Lana,” Lex jerked his head and Lana nodded. She squeezed his hand as she walked past and slipped under Jason’s arm. Her own arm around his waist, Jason’s arm over her shoulder and he didn’t think it was his imagination that Jason leaned more on Lana then he did on the nurse as they led him from the room.