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dixiehellcatWorlds Collide, part 9/11
Authors: dixiehellcat and tetiny68
Pairing/Characters: Sam, Dean, Bobby; Gen. Other SPN characters mentioned: Cas, Baltie, and at last, the special surprise! Guest starring Zak Bagans, Nick Groff and Aaron Goodwin of Ghost Adventures.
Rating: PG-13 for language
Words: about 1400 this part; total roughly 17,000.
This chapter has the most tie ins to Supernatural, so for non-SPN readers, you can skim a bit if you like. A bit of explanation will follow, for those who read and are intrigued. (I hope that's everybody...would love to get the whole planet hooked on that amazing show. hehe)
9 Dean couldn't help but feel for them both. Somebody ought to be coming for her, to help her cross over. "Elizabeth," he asked, "when you died, did you see anybody? Did anybody come to take you across?"
She sniffled, pulled a spectral handkerchief out of her bosom and blotted her eyes. That simple action had to be one of the weirdest things Dean had ever seen a ghost do. "No. Well…perhaps. But I was too afraid to go."
"Don't be," Sam told her gently. "It's okay to be, I mean, but you don't have to be afraid. You'll be fine. Me and Dean, we've been there. It's a nice place, everything you ever wanted in life. You'll probably see people you knew. And we have friends there; you might even meet some of them." Disbelieving looks turned their way from every eye in the room, living and dead. Dean sighed, and hoped in vain that this wasn't going to call for a long explanation. If so he was leaving it to Sam. "When you're ready, somebody should come to meet you. Probably a reaper."
"Big guy, black hood, scythe?" Aaron muttered. Sam shot one of his trademark bitchfaces in that direction. "Right, never mind."
Elizabeth peered around her; the circle of manifestation existed in both worlds at once, and she could see things they could not. "There is someone coming," she said after a moment. "An odd looking fellow. What strange hair!"
As though on cue, the Ovilus, left abandoned on the floor but still activated, burped; but the word it uttered was totally unexpected. "SAM."
Sam blinked hard. "Wha—did you guys hear—"
"DEAN."
"Whoa." Dean almost jumped. The brothers exchanged tense glances. "Something's comin', all right. Apparently, something that knows us."
More words spat out in rapid succession. "WAIT—COMING—TALK." Nick had been moving around the room, taking readings and filming and mumbling to himself about the best damned full-body apparition evidence in history. He picked up the Ovilus and the others gathered around it. Even Elizabeth was curious, leaning as far as she could as though peering out a glass window, and they arranged themselves so that she too could see.
"What d'ya think?" Sam asked Dean. "A reaper that knows us?"
"Could be." Dean thought of Tessa, and for a moment deeply missed the pretty spirit being. Her kindness would have done a lot to take the edge off Elizabeth's apprehension. "Or, could be Death himself, I guess. He's an okay old guy." Sam grunted. "What? He didn't have to go dig around in Lucifer's cage, find your soul and stick it back in your gigantor body, but he did."
"I guess," Sam sighed. "It just feels weird, owing one to the Fourth Horseman." Speaking toward the box, he asked, "Who are you?"
"DOCTOR."
"Doctor?" Dean puzzled. "Doctor who?"
"Wrong show," Aaron said. Nick punched him in the arm. "Ow."
"Where do we know a doctor?" Sam again addressed the machine. "How do you know us?"
"JOE."
"Joe?" Sam was baffled—for a moment. "No. JO!" A big grin spread across his face. "The Roadhouse. It's Ash! It's gotta be."
Dean matched it. "Hell yeah! If anybody could figure out how to get back earthside on the sly, it'd be him. Ash! That you, dude? Where are you?"
A second figure appeared in the circle, as if stepping through a curtain onto a stage. Where Elizabeth, an earthbound spirit, appeared faded, this form was clear and sharp, a soul whose owner could come and go as he pleased, and a form familiar to both Sam and Dean: a lean, angular man in jeans and sleeveless plaid shirt, his mullet still proudly stuck in the eighties. "Doctor Badass in the house!" he greeted them. The Ghost Adventurers' eyes widened, and Elizabeth let out a small startled cry and shrank from the newcomer. "Sorry to interrupt, pretty lady," Ash added with a lecherous grin, "but I've been trying to get in touch with these guys for, well, time's irrelevant in the hereafter but you get the idea. It took a lot of looking to find a thin spot between the worlds that I could access."
Sam shook his hand. "Guys, this is our friend Ash. He's, um, from heaven. Ash, this is our cousin Zak and his buds Nick and Aaron; and Elizabeth, who needs an escort back to your side of the fence."
"My pleasure," Ash almost purred, and Zak's hair nearly stood even more on end. His hands had gone up in an automatic move to support Elizabeth when she recoiled, and he had discovered what Sam had not told him: spirits couldn't reach out of the circle, but mortals could reach in. Now he stood with her hands clasped in his.
"Watch it," he growled.
"Dude, chill, it's all good," Ash told him before returning his attention to Sam and Dean. "Lucky you two are here. My time's short—the equations it took to break on through, you cats wouldn't believe it. So lemme get right to it. I've got some intel you may be able to use. Your buddy Cas? He's working with somebody outside the heavenly host."
"What? Who?" they asked together.
"That I don't know. Here's the deal. I was visiting these French chicks, they came over in a bus crash on holiday a while back. They've got this sweet beach, European style, you know, clothing optional?"
"TMI, Ash," Sam grimaced.
"Sorry. Anyway, while I was, shall we say, enjoying the views, I spotted your boy. Rumpled trench coat, Columbo with wings, the whole deal. He was up the beach, talking to another guy. Well dressed, but they were too far off for me to make him."
"Well…we appreciate the effort, Ash, but it was probably another angel," Dean said. "There are lots of those bastards, ya know."
"No. You'd—I don't know exactly how to express it, but if you were there, you could tell. It was like, even the air around this cat looked wrong. He clearly did not belong. I dunno what your homie's gotten himself into, but it felt like some bad juju to me."
Dean said nothing, but from the pinched look around his eyes, Sam would have bet with a bookie he knew his brother's thoughts: is this one more thing Cas hasn't told us?
"Thanks, Ash," Sam said. "So, uh, everybody okay? You ever see Ellen and Jo?"
"Yep. In fact, they knew I was looking to get in contact with you fellas, and, um, they sent their love." This last was mumbled rapidly, and Ash reddened up into his mullet.
"Dude, you are not kissing us to deliver that love," Dean said to dispel the moment.
"Not even trying, fear not," Ash shot back. "Okay, dudes, I really gotta go. So if miss Lizzie is ready—and get a grip over there, Spike, your girl's safe with me."
"It'll be okay, Elizabeth," Zak said, and squeezed her hands tightly one last time before
he let go.
"One thing's for sure," Aaron added. "If that guy got into heaven, you got nothin' to worry about, doll."
Despite the tears in her eyes, Elizabeth laughed. Emboldened by Zak's example, Aaron lowered his camera and reached across the circle's perimeter to take her hand briefly, and Nick followed suit. By the time she moved across the circle to take Sam's hand in farewell, then Dean's, her eyes had regained their wicked sparkle. She took a deep breath (another weird thing to see a ghost do; force of habit, Dean supposed), smoothed her dress and squared her shoulders. "If I must go, then I must. Thank you all. I will never forget you." The last she said looking squarely at Zak; he nodded, his eyes never leaving her. After a moment, she looked up at Ash and held out her hand. "Lead on, Mr. Ash." The Winchester brothers were both amused when Ash put out his elbow like a true gentleman. As they turned away and began to fade, Elizabeth looked over her shoulder once more. Her gaze fell on Sam's left hand and what it held. "My ring!" she exclaimed. "Zak, keep it, to remember me by…"
Another step, and they were gone, the circle empty. For a moment that seemed to stretch into an eternity, the only movement in room 109 was the dust motes that swirled in the lantern's beam.
Okay, so, notes for the non-SPN fan. How Sam and Dean have personal knowledge about heaven, hell, Death (yes, he's a person), and so forth--most of that will come in the next chapter, since the GAC guys want to know too. BTW, in the SPN'verse, reapers are not angels but spirit beings assigned to collect newly dead souls and escort them to their destinations. Tessa is a reaper Dean knows & has met several times; she seems very fond of him. And Sam describes heaven as we see it in the SPN ep Dark Side of the Moon.
Ash is a friend of the Winchesters who lived at the Roadhouse, a gathering place for hunters run by Ellen Harville and her hunter daughter Jo; hence when Jo's name came up Sam & Dean knew who had to be trying to reach them. Ash is a math genius (got thrown out of MIT for partying too hard) who uses his wizardry to get around the hereafter more freely than most folks. His nickname is Doctor Badass. :-) Oh, and I don't know if Aaron knows from Doctor Who, but he does like scifi, and the line just sat there and begged to be said. lol
You may remember the mention of Sam & Dean's angel friend Cas & his work to stop the civil war in heaven--this conversation is their first hint he may be dealing with some unsavory characters in his efforts. More on that near the end of the story, if you're interested.
Oh, and I'm not really sure if mortals can safely reach into a spirit circle, but I just could not bear for Zak and Elizabeth to have to part without even having ever touched. Why yes, as a matter of fact I am a sap. hehe
Authors: dixiehellcat and tetiny68
Pairing/Characters: Sam, Dean, Bobby; Gen. Other SPN characters mentioned: Cas, Baltie, and at last, the special surprise! Guest starring Zak Bagans, Nick Groff and Aaron Goodwin of Ghost Adventures.
Rating: PG-13 for language
Words: about 1400 this part; total roughly 17,000.
This chapter has the most tie ins to Supernatural, so for non-SPN readers, you can skim a bit if you like. A bit of explanation will follow, for those who read and are intrigued. (I hope that's everybody...would love to get the whole planet hooked on that amazing show. hehe)
9 Dean couldn't help but feel for them both. Somebody ought to be coming for her, to help her cross over. "Elizabeth," he asked, "when you died, did you see anybody? Did anybody come to take you across?"
She sniffled, pulled a spectral handkerchief out of her bosom and blotted her eyes. That simple action had to be one of the weirdest things Dean had ever seen a ghost do. "No. Well…perhaps. But I was too afraid to go."
"Don't be," Sam told her gently. "It's okay to be, I mean, but you don't have to be afraid. You'll be fine. Me and Dean, we've been there. It's a nice place, everything you ever wanted in life. You'll probably see people you knew. And we have friends there; you might even meet some of them." Disbelieving looks turned their way from every eye in the room, living and dead. Dean sighed, and hoped in vain that this wasn't going to call for a long explanation. If so he was leaving it to Sam. "When you're ready, somebody should come to meet you. Probably a reaper."
"Big guy, black hood, scythe?" Aaron muttered. Sam shot one of his trademark bitchfaces in that direction. "Right, never mind."
Elizabeth peered around her; the circle of manifestation existed in both worlds at once, and she could see things they could not. "There is someone coming," she said after a moment. "An odd looking fellow. What strange hair!"
As though on cue, the Ovilus, left abandoned on the floor but still activated, burped; but the word it uttered was totally unexpected. "SAM."
Sam blinked hard. "Wha—did you guys hear—"
"DEAN."
"Whoa." Dean almost jumped. The brothers exchanged tense glances. "Something's comin', all right. Apparently, something that knows us."
More words spat out in rapid succession. "WAIT—COMING—TALK." Nick had been moving around the room, taking readings and filming and mumbling to himself about the best damned full-body apparition evidence in history. He picked up the Ovilus and the others gathered around it. Even Elizabeth was curious, leaning as far as she could as though peering out a glass window, and they arranged themselves so that she too could see.
"What d'ya think?" Sam asked Dean. "A reaper that knows us?"
"Could be." Dean thought of Tessa, and for a moment deeply missed the pretty spirit being. Her kindness would have done a lot to take the edge off Elizabeth's apprehension. "Or, could be Death himself, I guess. He's an okay old guy." Sam grunted. "What? He didn't have to go dig around in Lucifer's cage, find your soul and stick it back in your gigantor body, but he did."
"I guess," Sam sighed. "It just feels weird, owing one to the Fourth Horseman." Speaking toward the box, he asked, "Who are you?"
"DOCTOR."
"Doctor?" Dean puzzled. "Doctor who?"
"Wrong show," Aaron said. Nick punched him in the arm. "Ow."
"Where do we know a doctor?" Sam again addressed the machine. "How do you know us?"
"JOE."
"Joe?" Sam was baffled—for a moment. "No. JO!" A big grin spread across his face. "The Roadhouse. It's Ash! It's gotta be."
Dean matched it. "Hell yeah! If anybody could figure out how to get back earthside on the sly, it'd be him. Ash! That you, dude? Where are you?"
A second figure appeared in the circle, as if stepping through a curtain onto a stage. Where Elizabeth, an earthbound spirit, appeared faded, this form was clear and sharp, a soul whose owner could come and go as he pleased, and a form familiar to both Sam and Dean: a lean, angular man in jeans and sleeveless plaid shirt, his mullet still proudly stuck in the eighties. "Doctor Badass in the house!" he greeted them. The Ghost Adventurers' eyes widened, and Elizabeth let out a small startled cry and shrank from the newcomer. "Sorry to interrupt, pretty lady," Ash added with a lecherous grin, "but I've been trying to get in touch with these guys for, well, time's irrelevant in the hereafter but you get the idea. It took a lot of looking to find a thin spot between the worlds that I could access."
Sam shook his hand. "Guys, this is our friend Ash. He's, um, from heaven. Ash, this is our cousin Zak and his buds Nick and Aaron; and Elizabeth, who needs an escort back to your side of the fence."
"My pleasure," Ash almost purred, and Zak's hair nearly stood even more on end. His hands had gone up in an automatic move to support Elizabeth when she recoiled, and he had discovered what Sam had not told him: spirits couldn't reach out of the circle, but mortals could reach in. Now he stood with her hands clasped in his.
"Watch it," he growled.
"Dude, chill, it's all good," Ash told him before returning his attention to Sam and Dean. "Lucky you two are here. My time's short—the equations it took to break on through, you cats wouldn't believe it. So lemme get right to it. I've got some intel you may be able to use. Your buddy Cas? He's working with somebody outside the heavenly host."
"What? Who?" they asked together.
"That I don't know. Here's the deal. I was visiting these French chicks, they came over in a bus crash on holiday a while back. They've got this sweet beach, European style, you know, clothing optional?"
"TMI, Ash," Sam grimaced.
"Sorry. Anyway, while I was, shall we say, enjoying the views, I spotted your boy. Rumpled trench coat, Columbo with wings, the whole deal. He was up the beach, talking to another guy. Well dressed, but they were too far off for me to make him."
"Well…we appreciate the effort, Ash, but it was probably another angel," Dean said. "There are lots of those bastards, ya know."
"No. You'd—I don't know exactly how to express it, but if you were there, you could tell. It was like, even the air around this cat looked wrong. He clearly did not belong. I dunno what your homie's gotten himself into, but it felt like some bad juju to me."
Dean said nothing, but from the pinched look around his eyes, Sam would have bet with a bookie he knew his brother's thoughts: is this one more thing Cas hasn't told us?
"Thanks, Ash," Sam said. "So, uh, everybody okay? You ever see Ellen and Jo?"
"Yep. In fact, they knew I was looking to get in contact with you fellas, and, um, they sent their love." This last was mumbled rapidly, and Ash reddened up into his mullet.
"Dude, you are not kissing us to deliver that love," Dean said to dispel the moment.
"Not even trying, fear not," Ash shot back. "Okay, dudes, I really gotta go. So if miss Lizzie is ready—and get a grip over there, Spike, your girl's safe with me."
"It'll be okay, Elizabeth," Zak said, and squeezed her hands tightly one last time before
he let go.
"One thing's for sure," Aaron added. "If that guy got into heaven, you got nothin' to worry about, doll."
Despite the tears in her eyes, Elizabeth laughed. Emboldened by Zak's example, Aaron lowered his camera and reached across the circle's perimeter to take her hand briefly, and Nick followed suit. By the time she moved across the circle to take Sam's hand in farewell, then Dean's, her eyes had regained their wicked sparkle. She took a deep breath (another weird thing to see a ghost do; force of habit, Dean supposed), smoothed her dress and squared her shoulders. "If I must go, then I must. Thank you all. I will never forget you." The last she said looking squarely at Zak; he nodded, his eyes never leaving her. After a moment, she looked up at Ash and held out her hand. "Lead on, Mr. Ash." The Winchester brothers were both amused when Ash put out his elbow like a true gentleman. As they turned away and began to fade, Elizabeth looked over her shoulder once more. Her gaze fell on Sam's left hand and what it held. "My ring!" she exclaimed. "Zak, keep it, to remember me by…"
Another step, and they were gone, the circle empty. For a moment that seemed to stretch into an eternity, the only movement in room 109 was the dust motes that swirled in the lantern's beam.
Okay, so, notes for the non-SPN fan. How Sam and Dean have personal knowledge about heaven, hell, Death (yes, he's a person), and so forth--most of that will come in the next chapter, since the GAC guys want to know too. BTW, in the SPN'verse, reapers are not angels but spirit beings assigned to collect newly dead souls and escort them to their destinations. Tessa is a reaper Dean knows & has met several times; she seems very fond of him. And Sam describes heaven as we see it in the SPN ep Dark Side of the Moon.
Ash is a friend of the Winchesters who lived at the Roadhouse, a gathering place for hunters run by Ellen Harville and her hunter daughter Jo; hence when Jo's name came up Sam & Dean knew who had to be trying to reach them. Ash is a math genius (got thrown out of MIT for partying too hard) who uses his wizardry to get around the hereafter more freely than most folks. His nickname is Doctor Badass. :-) Oh, and I don't know if Aaron knows from Doctor Who, but he does like scifi, and the line just sat there and begged to be said. lol
You may remember the mention of Sam & Dean's angel friend Cas & his work to stop the civil war in heaven--this conversation is their first hint he may be dealing with some unsavory characters in his efforts. More on that near the end of the story, if you're interested.
Oh, and I'm not really sure if mortals can safely reach into a spirit circle, but I just could not bear for Zak and Elizabeth to have to part without even having ever touched. Why yes, as a matter of fact I am a sap. hehe
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Date: 2011-10-08 01:39 am (UTC)As usual great job! Can't wait to watch GA and Supernatural tonite!! Have a great weekend!!
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Date: 2011-10-08 01:43 am (UTC)Glad you liked it! This whole story is largely Chad Lindberg's fault...at Nashcon he was asked what show other than SPN he'd most like to be on & he said GA. tetiny & I were already pondering a fic and that gave us the key piece. We didn't find out til much later that the GAC guys knew him.
(is it bad of me that Aaron is now jealous of me for having met Jared & Jensen? lol)
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Date: 2011-10-08 01:47 am (UTC)Oh that's so funny about Chad Lindberg, that's cool!
I can't believe you got to meet all of them. *I'M* jealous!!! :)
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Date: 2011-10-08 01:59 am (UTC)Have you ever seen this vid of Chad with Zak & Aaron acting up? http://www.twitvid.com/ASPLZ
(be prepared, you may laugh till you pee. I did. lol!!)
I made little crochet dolls of the SPN guys & showed them at the cons--they all loved em & Misha liked his so much I made him one. :D
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Date: 2011-10-08 02:02 am (UTC)Thanks for the get will wishes! :)
I need to go to the next con in LA... I think there's one in San Fran in March... I should go, I really, really should.
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Date: 2011-10-08 03:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-09 12:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-09 02:04 am (UTC)Anyway, hope you are enjoying it!
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Date: 2011-10-11 03:19 am (UTC)Ohhh I can't even begin to tell you how hard I laughed. I miss Ash. I love that Zak got to say good-bye to Elizabeth.
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Date: 2011-10-11 03:38 am (UTC)And we miss Ash too! <3 See my note to candycanerica about how this whole thing is partly his fault. hehe
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Date: 2012-09-23 04:50 am (UTC)And Cas' extracurricular activites are not good.... Wait 'til the boys find out...