Title: Crossover SN/Smallville
Description: Cos someone made me do it!
JJ Apples - June 16, 2006 08:34 AM (GMT)
SPOILER WARNING FOR SMALLVILLE FANS! THIS IS BEING POSTED ON AN AMERICAN FORUM ALSO, AND THEY ARE FURTHER AHEAD WITH SMALLVILLE THAN WE ARE SO IF YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT JENSENS CHARACTER IN SMALLVILLE, LOOK AWAY NOW!
So how about someone give me an idea of where to start, or a character to put into a story...Supernatural related of course...and I'll do my best to write something entertaining? Or it could be a deal of I write a piece, then someone adds onto it, and so on. Let me know! I'm bored!
Here goes...Supernatural/Smallville fic...if you want me to add/change anything or go anywhere with this, post a reply please and I will do my best. Enjoy!
“Dude, I got serious munchies!” Dean groaned as he shifted awkwardly in his seat. They had been driving through the countryside for what seemed like eternity and even his beloved Impala got uncomfortable after a while.
“Dean!” Sam laughed, sitting a little straighter in the passenger seat, “Don’t say it like that!”
“Why?” he asked, genuinely confused.
“It sounds like you’ve been smoking dope!”
“Wha…? How…how would you know what that’s like, Sammy?” he asked, suddenly very interested.
“I…everyone knows that. You smoke pot you get the munchies!” Sam said a little too defensively.
“Oh really? Everyone huh? I didn’t know Sammy, and I’d say I know quite a lot about deviant activities. So, my perfect little pre-law, geek boy brother smoked dope at college!” Dean laughed deeply, looking at Sam intently.
“Dude! Watch the road! And I so did not!” Sam retaliated, slouching back down in his seat.
Dean just stared at him, eyes no where near the road as they drove through a quiet main street in another in the endless line of country towns they passed through every week.
“I’m serious Dean, watch the road…stop here!” Sam said, looking out his window.
“Why should I, dope boy?” Dean smirked.
“You said you were hungry, there’s somewhere to eat. Just do it!” Sam snarled, not making direct eye contact. Dean complied, swinging across the road and into a spot right out the front of the place Sam had pointed out. They both got out, closing their doors to the creaking noises they had become accustomed to, and stretched as they looked up at the sign of the place.
“Looks like an old theatre or something,” Sam observed, stepping up onto the footpath.
“Better steer clear then, Sammy boy. Those types don’t take too kindly to drug fiends!” Dean laughed, and a group of three girls stared at them.
“Say it a little louder next time, why don’t you?” Sam growled, hitting Dean’s arm.
Dean started to walk towards the doors.
“I don’t know Sammy…sounds like the kinda place we might find our kinda work,” Dean said, gesturing to the sign. Sam looked up again.
“Talon? Weird name,” he said, shrugging as he followed Dean inside.
The interior was warmly decorated, which Sam noted, but Dean made bee-line for the counter, where an older woman was standing.
“Hey!” Dean said, his usual suave self, “Can I get a coffee and…a chocolate muffin, a Danish and…a chocolate chip cookie. Sammy, what you want?” he called over his shoulder.
“Hey!” Sam smiled at the lady as he appeared behind Dean, “Uh, can I get a latte and a custard Danish please.”
The woman, however, wasn’t taking down their order. She stared at Dean intently.
“Don’t…I’m sorry, don’t I know you?” she asked.
“Me? Nah, never been to…” he paused, wondering where in the name of all things holy he was.
“Smallville,” she prompted.
“Yeah, never been here before.”
“I swear I know you.”
“I’ve got one of those faces,” he said, smiling, while Sam choked with laughter behind his back.
“Sorry…I’ll get those orders for you…have a seat,” she said, gesturing to the couches.
“Weird,” Dean mouthed to Sam as he turned around, eyebrows arched in mock surprise. Sam smiled as the woman continued to stare, but as soon as her gaze dropped he rolled his eyes.
Settling down into the comfortable couches opposite each other, Dean smirked at Sam.
“What?” Sam sighed.
“Nothing…just wondering how dad would react if he knew you smoked pot?”
“It was one friggin’ time alright! Once in my first year at a party…”
“Hold up! You went to a party…the man who thinks, ‘Hi my name is Sam’ is a pick up line?” Dean laughed.
“Yes…” his eyes clouded slightly, “It’s where I met Jess…anyway, it was once and I never did it again.”
Dean continued to stare. Sam sighed.
“And I got the munchies so bad I ate everything in the fridge at the party and then got really sick and threw up. Happy?” he finished.
“Ecstatic!” Dean smiled, as the woman set their food down in front of them.
“Coffees won’t be long,” she said, trying not to look at Dean.
“Thanks,” Sam answered, laughing silently as she continued to look back over her shoulder at the back of Dean’s head.
“That lady has the hots for you…Casanova!” Sam laughed, snorting the icing from his Danish all over his pants.
“Dude, I don’t know her…and I certainly don’t have ‘one of those faces’ but what was I supposed to say?”
Sam laughed again, “I don’t have one of those face…man you are so up your self sometimes!”
“Shut up pot boy!”
Sam continued to laugh as a tall boy a little younger than Sam walked in and straight to the counter. Dean began flipping through their father’s journal while Sam watched the newcomer. The woman tilted her head in their direction while she spoke, causing the boy to turn around and look at them. Sam looked down, trying to keep an eye on what was happening through his eyelashes. The boy turned back around, but after a few more words, began walking towards them.
“Dean!” Sam hissed, kicking his foot.
“Dude, quit with the kicking or I’ll tell dad about the pot!” Dean muttered, then looked up when a large shadow blocked his light.
“Whoa! Bred ‘em big out here I guess!” he smiled up at the figure towering above him, who looked none to please to see him.
“I…no,” Dean said, standing up. The boy was almost as tall as Sam and his shoulders were as wide as Dean’s, “Who are you?”
“You’re not Jason Teague?”
“No I’m not, farm boy, and didn’t your mother ever teach you it’s rude to answer a question with a question?”
Sam stepped forward as they sized each other up.
“What is your name then?”
“Angus…Young,” Dean replied and Sam snorted, “And this is my friend Bon Scott.”
Sam hit him on the arm.
“Sorry, but my mum pointed you out and you look like someone who used to live round here. I’m Clark Kent.”
“Lucky him,” Dean muttered, “Nice to meet you Clark. So that’s your mum,” he said, waving at her as she pretended to be busy behind the counter. Sam was just about to interrupt when a voice from behind Clark called out.
Turning he revealed a pretty girl with straight, black hair and a gorgeous smile.
“I was just…” she began, but as soon as she saw Dean, she stopped, “I…uh…” she began to stammer.
“Lana, it’s not…” Clark began, but without warning her eyes rolled back and she collapsed to the floor. Clark rushed over to her, and as Dean and Sam walked over to help, Dean muttered, “See, ‘one of those faces’ doesn’t make people pass out. I’m hot, I tells ya!”
Hope you approve! Please post so I know whether to bother with it or not. Oh, and read my other fic on this board. It's heaps different but what can I say...I crave the attention! And I know Dean being a rock legend has happened in an ep but I figured he ain't the type to try and quit...didn't work the first time, maybe it would 2nd time round! That's y I luv him...never say die attitude!
JJ Apples - June 16, 2006 09:00 AM (GMT)
Ohmygod! Just realised this will be spoilerish for Smallville fans cos I'm writing it for an american board and they already know what happened to Jason! Don't read anymore if you don't want to know! Soz!
Miss J. - June 16, 2006 09:15 AM (GMT)
Oh i luv it if ur worried bout spoilers for smallville just edit ur post so it has a spoiler warning at the top, but i really loved it hehe write more soon :eek:
Devil's Trap - June 17, 2006 04:01 PM (GMT)
BAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAThat is the funnyest f***ken thing ever.....i dont think ive ever laughed so much...hahahaha "Shut up pot boy" bahahahaha that story is classic.....ur one funni shaz...i luv it 10 outa 10 hahahaha so funni....reading this made my day......."So, my perfect little pre-law, geek boy brother smoked dope at college!" bahaha so funi and sams full "did not!"....“Better steer clear then, Sammy boy. Those types don’t take too kindly to drug fiends!” Dean laughed, and a group of three girls stared at them.
“Say it a little louder next time, why don’t you?” bahahahaha mwuhahahaha awww classic...u have to write sum more about doped fean sam! and the rest of the story was tops! :eek: :eek: :eek:
JJ Apples - June 21, 2006 04:09 AM (GMT)
I should be studying for uni exams...stuff that!
Lana woke to Mrs Kent fussing over her and Clark and two very handsome boys standing over her, worried faces all round. Focusing her sight, she saw the reason she had passed out.
“Jason!’ she cried, panic evident in her voice.
“No Lana. This is Angus…Young,” Clark said, cocking his head slightly when that didn’t sound right. He had heard that name before somewhere. Bon Scott too.
“I…” she struggled to her feet, Clark and Mrs Kent helping her, “But he looks…”
“Sorry…not this Jason fella…” Dean muttered, then smiling at Lana with his beautiful trademark smile, or so Sam thought, he extended his hand, “I’m Angus and this is Bon. We were just passing through and stopped for a bite…didn’t mean to cause all this.”
“No…not you’re fault…yeah, uh, I’m Lana,” she said taking his hand and shaking it firmly, then Sam’s.
“So…” Clark began, but Dean’s attention was interrupted by a deep growling sound.
“The car!” he cried, sprinting out the door before anyone but Sam, who was on his heels, could register. They burst into the sunshine just in time to see the Impala disappear around the corner.
“That’s our car!” Sam yelled. Dean, however, stood speechless. Sam, realising his lack of reaction gripped him by the shoulders.
“Dean? Dean! We’ll get her back man…we have to because everything we own…oh man!” he groaned loudly. This seemed to snap Dean out of it.
“The weapons!” Sam hissed as Lana, Clark and Mrs Kent joined them.
“Did someone take your car?” Lana asked.
“Yeah, “Sam groaned.
“Mum I could…” Clark began.
“No Clark…there’s nothing you can do son!” she said, stressing the nothing. He looked defiant for a moment, then backed down.
“So,” Mrs Kent continued, “Let’s see what we can do to help these boys then.”
“Really, that’s not necessary,” Sam began.
“Nonsense, we can’t just leave you here…oh! The motel…” she trailed off.
“It burnt down two weeks ago…meteor strike,” Clark explained.
“Great,” Dean moaned.
“No…it’ll be fine. You boys can stay with us!” Mrs Kent decided.
“Uh…thanks ma’am but…you don’t even know us!” Sam began.
“Well you’re not axe murderers are you? Although I doubt you’d tell us if you were, but still, you look like nice boys and we can’t just leave you stranded…so?”
Sam and Dean looked at each other, and shrugged together.
“Thanks, but it’ll only be for a couple of days…and we’ll pay you!” Sam offered, and Dean groaned again, “And we can help out if you need…just ‘til we work something out!”
“Aren’t you a sweet boy?!” she smiled, “But no payment is necessary...Lana, would you mind watching the store for a while…I’ll get these boys settled and I’ll be back…”
“No problem Mrs Kent,” Lana replied, smiling at Sam especially.
“I’ll help you mum…and I’ll stay with Angus and Bon at the farm.”
“Farm?” Dean said.
“Yes sweetie, we live just out of town on a farm…you’ll love it!”
While Dean had waking nightmares about cows and chickens, Sam laughed silently the whole way to the Kent’s farm, knowing what Dean was thinking. As they pulled into the driveway, Sam pointed out a rather large bull to Dean, who whacked him in the stomach and growled, “When we get outta here and find dad he is so hearing about the pot!”
Miss J. - June 21, 2006 06:13 AM (GMT)
|While Dean had waking nightmares about cows and chickens|
HAHAHA :drunk: LMFAO :lol: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA :drunk:
Devil's Trap - June 21, 2006 07:44 AM (GMT)
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA SO FUNNI.....I NEED MORE :D :D :D :D
charmed_supernatural_rox - June 29, 2006 06:06 AM (GMT)
HAHA this is good keep up the good work
JJ Apples - July 7, 2006 02:53 AM (GMT)
I know, I'm evil for not writing, but I've been busy! :wacko: Please forgive me and enjoy... :rockonsign:
That night the boys sat down to dinner with Mr and Mrs Kent and Clark. Before them was more food than they had seen in quite some time...possibly ever! Roast pork, potatoes, peas, pumpkin, beans, gravy and rolls! Deans' eyes had never hung so far out of his head...or his tongue! They served themselves and Sam was grateful to see that Dean and he were matched by Clark in the amount they ate.
“So, boys, tell us a bit about yourselves…if you don’t mind,” Mr Kent asked.
“Well, we’re bro…friends,” Sam corrected, remembering that Dean had used the members of one of his favourite bands as their aliases, “We’re from Kansas, but we travel all over…sorta road tripping,”
“Martha tells me your car was stolen.”
“Yeah…it was a great car too dad!” Clark gushed, “Looked like an Impala, from the back!”
Sam felt, rather than saw Dean flinch at the mention of his baby. He didn’t stop eating however, shovelling the food into his mouth. Sam kicked him under the table and when he looked up Sam tilted his head sideways, eyes imploring Dean to eat like a human.
“An Impala? That’s a good American car. Did you file a report with the police?”
“Yeah, but they said it didn’t look good…apparently a whole lot of cards have gone missing recently and they have no leads,” Sam concluded, still glaring at Dean.
“Well, let’s not worry about that now! Eat up!” Martha added cheerily, “There’s apricot pie to come!”
And this time Sam knew Dean was smiling from ear to ear…because he was too.
“So full…I think I may die!” Dean mumbled happily as he lay down on the mattress in the spare room. He and Sam had flipped and Sam had scored the bed.
“The way you were eating…dude, they must have thought we’d never seen food before!”
“I was hungry…besides, that Clark kid ate as much as I did!” Dean shot back defensively, “You’re just not as hungry cos you haven’t sucked one down in a while!” he smirked.
Sam stared at him oddly for a moment, then it dawned on him and he scowled.
“I’m never telling you anything ever again dude! I shoulda known!” he muttered as he crawled under the blanket.
“Oh come on Sammy…you know I’m kidding!”
“Shut up!” Sam huffed, back turned.
Dean continued to grin as he shimmied under his blanket. There was silence for a while and then Sam huffed again.
“What is it Sammy?”
“Come on Sam…Sammy…Sa…ugh!” Dean groaned as Sam hit him in the face with a pillow. Before he could retaliate Sam began talking.
“What are we gonna do about the car Dean?”
“Well…when I get it back I’m gonna run you over first…”
“Wasn’t trying to be!”
“But seriously…that’s got everything in it…not to mention you’re emotionally attached. That car is part of your appendage.”
Dean sniggered at this.
“That’s not anything dirty Dean!”
“Sounds it college boy!”
“Real mature Sammy!”
“Fine!” Dean laughed, and jumped up, jumping onto Sam’s bed in one swift movement. He grabbed Sam’s arm and began to bite down but Sam stiffened all over. Dean stopped short of sinking his teeth in, and looked down at him.
“Shh…I, I can’t explain it but it feels…”
“What Sammy?” Dean asked, suddenly worried. Sam had his serious face on – the one that screamed ‘Troubles a-coming boys!’
“It feels like…someone’s watching us!” he whispered, looking up at his older brother.
“They can’t be! Where’s it coming from?”
“The next room.”
“That’s where farm boy’s room is…what Sammy, you really think that overgrown jock is out kinda special?” Dean said, mocking Sam slightly. Sam heaved him off the bed in response.
“I don’t know,” he said, glaring at Dean in the dark, “But that kid ain’t normal.”
“Whatever Sam. We’ll find out in the morning. Go to sleep,” Dean yawned, tucking his hand in behind his head, “And we’ll find my car so I can run you over for whacking me in the face!” he finished as he closed his eyes.
Sam tried to go to sleep, but even as Dean’s soft, bear-like snores filled the room, he had an uneasy feeling of being watched still.
“So,” Jonathan asked.
“The taller one’s onto me I think…and they aren’t who they say they are…there’s a whole lot of ID’s in their bags dad!”
Jonathan pondered this for a moment.
“We’ll deal with this…not one word to your mother, you understand? I don’t want to scare her.”
“Yes dad…what are we gonna do?”
“We’ll just have a chat with the boys tomorrow morning, but it’ll be fine Clark. Don’t worry son, they’re no match for us!” Jonathan smiled, patting Clark’s head as he got up, “Now get some sleep.”
Devil's Trap - July 7, 2006 04:29 AM (GMT)
SOO GOOD! I NEED MORE!!!!! im trying not to look at spoilers for season two so im trying to read fan fics to get my fix...and i seem to have gotten into yours...MORE!
charmed_supernatural_rox - July 10, 2006 10:25 AM (GMT)
cant wait 4 another
it's a gr8 story
Miss J. - September 25, 2006 08:50 AM (GMT)
sooooooooooooooooooooo! awesome! WRITE MORE PLZZZZZZZZ!!!! :eek:
Katie - February 6, 2007 10:41 AM (GMT)
Awsomeness story, mate! Definately the BEST crossover I've read so far! Keep those updates coming now, won't you?!
Banjie - March 19, 2007 07:17 AM (GMT)
ooooo, this is good. I'm a bit indifferent towards Smallville but this is GOOD!!! it makes me want to watch it
Jess_Derringer - November 3, 2007 11:55 PM (GMT)
Lol! I heart this story!!
Well, Wina. What have you been up to to know about munchies? *scrutinizes!* lol
More plz! We want more!