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missmara1318th Gift, just barely gutting it in under the wire (in my time zone... lol).
Black Friday Universe which is my epic The OC/Supernatural/BTVS/One Tree Hill crossover with an impending apocalypse. This takes place a LONG time before 'Black Friday' does, though. It fits in between Someday (The story that started the 'Verse), and this little snippet here (about Ryan meeting Ellen for the first time). I'd say this takes place when Ryan's been hunting with Dean about a month or so.
"Wake up, we're here," Dean said, pulling the Impala to a stop outside Bobby's.
"Huh?" Ryan said, slowly waking up and blinking his eyes as he started to raise his right arm, only to remember it was in a sling thanks to being tossed across a room by a ghost that had been pissed about their old farmhouse being torn down to make room for a mall.
"We're here," Dean repeated, getting out of the car and walking around to help Ryan up. He felt guilty about not managing to get the shot of rocksalt off in time to keep Ryan from getting hurt, but at the same time was relieved that the kid's first major injury on the 'job' was still relatively minor. A dislocated shoulder and a mild concussion thrown in were nothing compared to what could have happened.
"Dean?" Bobby called as he came out on the porch.
"Still got space for us to crash?" Dean asked, helping Ryan balance against the side of the car. "You gonna stay upright while I get our stuff?" he asked, worried.
"Fuck off," Ryan replied, shaking his head to clear it, then wincing at the pain it caused.
"You're fine," Dean decided. "Bobby, meat Ryan Atwood. Ryan, meet Bobby Singer. Bobby and my dad were friends since... god knows when. Pretty much as long as Dad's been hunting, he's known Bobby."
"What the hell happened?" Bobby asked gruffly as he came over, looking them both over and clearly making a mental list of injuries.
"Somebody didn't shoot the damn gun," Ryan said, shoot an annoyed look at Dean's back. "SOmebody who told me that I should shoot even if there wasn't a completely clear shot, because rock salt stung, but it wasn't fatal."
"Are you dead?" Dean asked.
"I'm only alive because the damn thing liked 'playing' with it's victims before killing them," Ryan snapped. "Threw me across the damn room."
"You could have ducked away."
"And fallen through the rotting floor?"
"Stopping whining like a bitch, you'll be fine in a couple days," Dean replied.
"I know that, I've gotten my ass kicked worse than this," Ryan said. "But it's still you're fault."
"Let's get you two settled," Bobby said, rolling his eyes. He could see, though, that having Ryan around was good for Dean, snapping him out of his single minded downward spiral that had started after Sam died and John went AWOL while possessed. Bobby took one of the duffels from Dean, and watched him stick close to Ryan, ready to catch him if he stumbled, which happened twice on the short walk to the porch.
~~~
"He alright to be sleeping?" Bobby asked a while later, once Ryan had collapsed onto one of the beds and burrowed under the covers and Dean had set a fewextra protective talismans out around the room as well as double checking Bobby's protective runes. "Seemed like a head injury was in the mix."
"Gotta wake him up every couple hours, but the doc said he'd be fine," Dean replied as he flopped down into a chair in Bobby's living room. "God damn idiot decided to be the distraction."
"Does he have the spells and rituals memorized?"
"Not the one we needed," Dean admitted with a sigh.
"Then I'd say he was right."
"He coulda been killed."
"Now who's whining like a bitch?" Bobby asked before jerking his head towards the kitchen. "Coffee?"
"Hell yeah," Dean replied.
The End
Just wanted to get this little thing done... lol...
Black Friday Universe which is my epic The OC/Supernatural/BTVS/One Tree Hill crossover with an impending apocalypse. This takes place a LONG time before 'Black Friday' does, though. It fits in between Someday (The story that started the 'Verse), and this little snippet here (about Ryan meeting Ellen for the first time). I'd say this takes place when Ryan's been hunting with Dean about a month or so.
"Wake up, we're here," Dean said, pulling the Impala to a stop outside Bobby's.
"Huh?" Ryan said, slowly waking up and blinking his eyes as he started to raise his right arm, only to remember it was in a sling thanks to being tossed across a room by a ghost that had been pissed about their old farmhouse being torn down to make room for a mall.
"We're here," Dean repeated, getting out of the car and walking around to help Ryan up. He felt guilty about not managing to get the shot of rocksalt off in time to keep Ryan from getting hurt, but at the same time was relieved that the kid's first major injury on the 'job' was still relatively minor. A dislocated shoulder and a mild concussion thrown in were nothing compared to what could have happened.
"Dean?" Bobby called as he came out on the porch.
"Still got space for us to crash?" Dean asked, helping Ryan balance against the side of the car. "You gonna stay upright while I get our stuff?" he asked, worried.
"Fuck off," Ryan replied, shaking his head to clear it, then wincing at the pain it caused.
"You're fine," Dean decided. "Bobby, meat Ryan Atwood. Ryan, meet Bobby Singer. Bobby and my dad were friends since... god knows when. Pretty much as long as Dad's been hunting, he's known Bobby."
"What the hell happened?" Bobby asked gruffly as he came over, looking them both over and clearly making a mental list of injuries.
"Somebody didn't shoot the damn gun," Ryan said, shoot an annoyed look at Dean's back. "SOmebody who told me that I should shoot even if there wasn't a completely clear shot, because rock salt stung, but it wasn't fatal."
"Are you dead?" Dean asked.
"I'm only alive because the damn thing liked 'playing' with it's victims before killing them," Ryan snapped. "Threw me across the damn room."
"You could have ducked away."
"And fallen through the rotting floor?"
"Stopping whining like a bitch, you'll be fine in a couple days," Dean replied.
"I know that, I've gotten my ass kicked worse than this," Ryan said. "But it's still you're fault."
"Let's get you two settled," Bobby said, rolling his eyes. He could see, though, that having Ryan around was good for Dean, snapping him out of his single minded downward spiral that had started after Sam died and John went AWOL while possessed. Bobby took one of the duffels from Dean, and watched him stick close to Ryan, ready to catch him if he stumbled, which happened twice on the short walk to the porch.
~~~
"He alright to be sleeping?" Bobby asked a while later, once Ryan had collapsed onto one of the beds and burrowed under the covers and Dean had set a fewextra protective talismans out around the room as well as double checking Bobby's protective runes. "Seemed like a head injury was in the mix."
"Gotta wake him up every couple hours, but the doc said he'd be fine," Dean replied as he flopped down into a chair in Bobby's living room. "God damn idiot decided to be the distraction."
"Does he have the spells and rituals memorized?"
"Not the one we needed," Dean admitted with a sigh.
"Then I'd say he was right."
"He coulda been killed."
"Now who's whining like a bitch?" Bobby asked before jerking his head towards the kitchen. "Coffee?"
"Hell yeah," Dean replied.
The End
Just wanted to get this little thing done... lol...
