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By Any Other Name (2/6) - SPN/FF/HL/SV - Immortal!Dean Universe
Title: By Any Other Name (2/6)
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Rated: PG - 13
spoilers: For the movie Serenity: The series goes AU from the end of the movie
Prompt: #43 Square for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
crossovers100 my table is here
Fandom: Firefly, Highlander, Supernatural & Smallville. The rest of the Immortal!Dean Universe can be found here.
Characters: From FF: Mal, Zoe, Wash, River, Jayne, Simon, Inara, Kaylee. From I!D 'Verse: Dean Winchester, Duncan MacLeod, Richie Ryan, Chloe Sullivan and Sam Winchester. Dean/Chloe, Richie/River
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators.
Summary: The Immortal!Hunters and Mal's crew stop on Persephone where they run into some Alliance trouble. Sam's abilities continue to evolve leading to more questions.
A/N: This is the forth story in the "Immortal!Dean in the Firefly 'verse" which started with:
Since I Found Serenity; The World as We Know It; Into the Coming Storm
Chapter List:
Chapter 1; Chapter 2;Chapter 3;Chapter 4;Chapter 5;Chapter 6
Chapter 2
The landing on Persephone went off with out a hitch. Dean had volunteered himself and Sam to escort Mal’s crew back to Serenity to make sure there were no complications of the Alliance kind before both ships took off for Capitol City and the meeting at Watcher Headquarters.
River had decided to stay on board the Impala. Dean shook his head at the idea that Richie had attached himself to that bucket ‘o crazy. But every time he thought to say something, Chloe sent him the “look”. He had no desire to escalate that to the “elbow”; so River stayed.
“We’ll be able to keep up,” Mal assured Dean as they approached the berth where Serenity had spent the past few weeks.
“You don’t have to come. It ain’t your fight.” Dean had been trying to talk the mule headed Captain out of tagging along. They may be good smugglers but when it came to Demons they were newbies. The hunt that was coming was no place for the inexperienced as far as Dean was concerned.
“Don’t start this gou shi again,” Mal said. “It became our fight on Miranda and I aim to see it through.”
Dean sighed, accepting that he was never going to change the captain’s mind. Ultimately, he respected Mal’s determination. Nodding he let the subject drop and turned to Kaylee. “How quickly you gonna be able to make those upgrades, Half-pint?”
“No worries,” she motioned to the boxes that Jayne and some of the others were lugging, “got everything we need and with your help – not long.” She smiled.
“Good.” Dean wished there was more time to really give Serenity the upgrade it deserved but they were on a tight timetable. Between the two of them, they could make the improvements that were necessary if the Firefly was going to keep pace with the Impala.
Sam stopped suddenly causing Dean to nearly crash into him. “Hold up, everyone.” Sam was standing stock still, his head tilted as if listening to unseen voices.
“What is it?” Dean asked.
Sam waved at his brother to be quiet. Everyone gathered round to find out what had captured the younger Winchester’s attention. Sam frowned. “Reavers!” He barked out.
Instantly, they were all on alert. Those with guns circled around the more vulnerable members of their group. “Where, Sammy? I don’t see them.” Dean had pushed Kaylee behind him and was scanning the street.
Sam hesitated. “They’re here. I …I can sense them.”
“Hate to break it to ya, but I think there’d be little more panic in the streets, if Persephone was under Reaver attack,” Mal said.
“Cap’ins right. Ain’t no sign of Reavers,” Jayne said.
Signaling for everyone to stay put, Sam walked to the corner and looked down the row where Serenity was berthed; Dean at his heels.
Dean followed his brother’s gaze. The street was deserted except for several armed men positioned surreptitiously around Serenity. “Those aren’t Reavers but they sure as hell look like Alliance.”
“No Dean, they’re Reavers. I can feel them in my head.”
“Explain how that’s possible.”
“Not sure. Let’s get back to the others,” Sam said.
“Well?’ Mal said as the brothers returned, his gun still in hand; ready to fight if the Reavers should suddenly appear.
“There are definitely Reavers patrolling around Serenity but they’re different. Not at all like the Reavers we found near Miranda.”
“What like, Reavers 2.0?” Dean joked.
“Exactly! They may look human but their thought patterns, while more coherent then our friend in the Impala's cargo hold, definitely scream Reaver to me,” Sam explained.
“You can read their minds?” Zoe asked.
Sam nodded. “Of course, I wasn’t pushing too hard. I didn’t want them to know I was listening in.”
“And if they’re guarding Serenity, how do we get my ship back?” Mal asked.
“We don’t,” Dean said and watched the others turn to Mal for confirmation.
“I ain’t leaving my ship to the Alliance. What are they doing there anyway?”
“Musta ID’ed her. We are wanted around the ‘verse for lots of things,” Kaylee said.
“They wouldn’t have sent their Reaver super soldiers just for that,” Dean said. “They’re looking for us.”
“You or us?” Mal asked.
“Demons have to know we took out a bunch of their psycho Reavers. Maybe even suspect what Sam can do.” Dean didn’t like that thought nor the next one he voiced. “They’re trying to take him out and using Serenity as bait.”
“Then we take them out first,” Jayne said as he chambered his gun.
“Holster your weapon, Jayne,” Mal insisted. “We ain’t getting in a gun fight with the Alliance.”
“I agree,” Dean said. “And that means leaving Serenity behind.”
“Ain’t gonna do that either.” Mal shook his head. “We just have to figure out a way to distract them.”
“Steal our own ship?” Jayne smiled. “I’m in.”
“Won’t be the first time,” Mal grinned ruefully.
“We don’t need both ships,” Dean said. “What need is to get back to the Impala and get into the black before the goon squad there,” he gestured in the general direction of Serenity, “figures out Sam is around.”
“I already told you I am not leaving my ship in the hands of the Gorram Alliance,” Mal barked as he stepped close to Dean. “So either help or get out of my way.”
The others close ranks behind Mal. Dean wasn’t surprised, he was their Captain after all. “Alright, but let’s try to get through this without killing any members of the Alliance. We’ve got enough trouble as it is without them following us back to Capital City.
“Hey, where’s Sam going?” Wash asked as he pointed over Dean’s shoulder.
Dean whirled around in time to see Sam turn the corner and disappear from view.
“Sam! Get back – damn it!” Dean growled as he raced after his brother with the rest of Serenity’s crew close behind.
They approached the berth, guns drawn surreptitiously; ready if needed.
Sam had gained the attention of the Alliance guards; he was standing in front of them, right hand extended, a look of intense concentration on his face. Five men with guns were closing on his brother’s position. Dean didn’t feel like waiting to see if they were going to fire on Sam, arrest him or obey him.
He ran up to his brother with the intent of dragging him away before the Alliance goons made their decision. Three of the five had hesitantly raised their guns at Sam while the other two had stopped in their tracks; seemingly waiting for Sam to tell them what to do.
“I can’t control them all,” Sam groaned as he clutched at his head trying to focus his will.
“Doesn’t matter!” Dean grabbed his brother by the wrist. “We’re leav -” Before he could finish, Dean’s head exploded with sound as he made contact with Sam’s arm.
Dean could feel his quickening coursing through his veins. After what felt like an eternity but was in fact only seconds, he dropped Sam’s wrist. “What the hell just happened?” he croaked out as the feeling passed.
Sam tilted his head, a small smile turning up the corners of his mouth. “I wonder,” he mused as he reached for Dean’s wrist.
“Hold on, Dude.” Dean pulled his hand away. He stared at the Alliance guards noticing that all five had briefly fallen into that trance-like state; eyes on Sam - waiting. As Dean watched, they began shaking themselves free of what ever the momentary control his brother had over them. Dean glanced over his shoulder to see confusion on the faces of Serenity’s crew as they watched the situation. They were ready to assist if things went south but Dean waved them off. He still wasn’t interested in getting involved in a firefight.
“I think you can help me control them,” Sam said, gesturing for Dean’s hand. “Trust me.”
“When don’t I?” Dean quipped, resigning himself to following Sam’s lead without further explanation. Eventually “exposition Sam” would fill in the plot holes.
Sam reached for his wrist and this time the contact was made willingly.
The surge of power was unmistakable but Dean was ready for it. He forced his mind through the white noise to focus on his brother. Sam had raised his other hand toward the guards once again, using the gesture to focus. Dean could feel the tug on his quickening in a way he never had before as it surged toward his brother.
He could ‘hear’ Sam influencing the Reavers to obey. Not with words, but in his minds eye he could ‘see’ that his brother had the guards enthralled; using the shared power of their quickening to accomplish the task. Dean waited for Sam to begin chanting the exorcism but instead all he 'heard' was a command from Sam to the Reavers; instructing them to abandon their hosts. Without hesitation Dean added his own thoughts to that command, surprised when he heard a chorus of compliance echoing back through his mind.
The five men fell to their knees as black smoke poured from their mouths. As the last of the demons fled, Sam released Dean’s wrist. The men had collapsed in front of them as if the demon smoke had been the only thing holding them upright
Dean felt the separation like coming out of a waking dream. He could still sense Sam and Wash as Immortals, so what ever his brother had done hadn’t drained his quickening. What had Sam done? Dean had a million questions but settled for the generic, “What the hell was that?”
Sam had a huge smile on his face. “I think that,” he pointed in the direction of the dissipating smoke, “is why the demons are afraid of me.”
“Care to be a little more specific?” Dean snapped. He was scared and was in no mood to play twenty questions.
"No, not yet," Sam admitted as he looked down to stare at the unconscious bodies at his feet. His brow furrowed in concentration.
Watching Sam, Dean realized that his brother hadn't completely figured out this new twist on his psychic abilities. He decided that now was not the time to push his brother to explain what Sam himself wasn't sure about.
“Why aren’t they dust?” Simon had knelt down in the dirt to examine the unconscious guards; pressing his fingers to their necks as he checked each one for a pulse.
“Reavers 2.0,” Sam quipped. “They obviously fixed that issue. Though I doubt they considered the host turning to dust a problem. I’m sure it was an unexpected benefit of trying to create a servant more capable of passing for human.”
“They still alive?” Mal asked.
Simon nodded. “I have no idea how long they’ll be out or what condition they’ll be in when they wake."
“I suggest we move this inside then,” Mal gestured toward the ship but kept his eyes on Sam, “before someone notices what you did.”
Dean could see that what had happened scared the crew. Hell, it scared him. Reavers that didn’t look like Reavers and Sam’s freaky mind powers which included the ability control someone else’s quickening. Dean was not happy.
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Some Helpful Firefly Phrases
Goddamn: Gorram
No way: Cai bu shi
Awesome: Gao gan
Crap: Gou shi
Son of a Bitch: Gou neong yung de!
Author:
strangevisitor7Beta:
pen37 Rated: PG - 13
spoilers: For the movie Serenity: The series goes AU from the end of the movie
Prompt: #43 Square for
crossovers100 my table is hereFandom: Firefly, Highlander, Supernatural & Smallville. The rest of the Immortal!Dean Universe can be found here.
Characters: From FF: Mal, Zoe, Wash, River, Jayne, Simon, Inara, Kaylee. From I!D 'Verse: Dean Winchester, Duncan MacLeod, Richie Ryan, Chloe Sullivan and Sam Winchester. Dean/Chloe, Richie/River
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators.
Summary: The Immortal!Hunters and Mal's crew stop on Persephone where they run into some Alliance trouble. Sam's abilities continue to evolve leading to more questions.
A/N: This is the forth story in the "Immortal!Dean in the Firefly 'verse" which started with:
Since I Found Serenity; The World as We Know It; Into the Coming Storm
Chapter List:
Chapter 1; Chapter 2;Chapter 3;Chapter 4;Chapter 5;Chapter 6
The landing on Persephone went off with out a hitch. Dean had volunteered himself and Sam to escort Mal’s crew back to Serenity to make sure there were no complications of the Alliance kind before both ships took off for Capitol City and the meeting at Watcher Headquarters.
River had decided to stay on board the Impala. Dean shook his head at the idea that Richie had attached himself to that bucket ‘o crazy. But every time he thought to say something, Chloe sent him the “look”. He had no desire to escalate that to the “elbow”; so River stayed.
“We’ll be able to keep up,” Mal assured Dean as they approached the berth where Serenity had spent the past few weeks.
“You don’t have to come. It ain’t your fight.” Dean had been trying to talk the mule headed Captain out of tagging along. They may be good smugglers but when it came to Demons they were newbies. The hunt that was coming was no place for the inexperienced as far as Dean was concerned.
“Don’t start this gou shi again,” Mal said. “It became our fight on Miranda and I aim to see it through.”
Dean sighed, accepting that he was never going to change the captain’s mind. Ultimately, he respected Mal’s determination. Nodding he let the subject drop and turned to Kaylee. “How quickly you gonna be able to make those upgrades, Half-pint?”
“No worries,” she motioned to the boxes that Jayne and some of the others were lugging, “got everything we need and with your help – not long.” She smiled.
“Good.” Dean wished there was more time to really give Serenity the upgrade it deserved but they were on a tight timetable. Between the two of them, they could make the improvements that were necessary if the Firefly was going to keep pace with the Impala.
Sam stopped suddenly causing Dean to nearly crash into him. “Hold up, everyone.” Sam was standing stock still, his head tilted as if listening to unseen voices.
“What is it?” Dean asked.
Sam waved at his brother to be quiet. Everyone gathered round to find out what had captured the younger Winchester’s attention. Sam frowned. “Reavers!” He barked out.
Instantly, they were all on alert. Those with guns circled around the more vulnerable members of their group. “Where, Sammy? I don’t see them.” Dean had pushed Kaylee behind him and was scanning the street.
Sam hesitated. “They’re here. I …I can sense them.”
“Hate to break it to ya, but I think there’d be little more panic in the streets, if Persephone was under Reaver attack,” Mal said.
“Cap’ins right. Ain’t no sign of Reavers,” Jayne said.
Signaling for everyone to stay put, Sam walked to the corner and looked down the row where Serenity was berthed; Dean at his heels.
Dean followed his brother’s gaze. The street was deserted except for several armed men positioned surreptitiously around Serenity. “Those aren’t Reavers but they sure as hell look like Alliance.”
“No Dean, they’re Reavers. I can feel them in my head.”
“Explain how that’s possible.”
“Not sure. Let’s get back to the others,” Sam said.
“Well?’ Mal said as the brothers returned, his gun still in hand; ready to fight if the Reavers should suddenly appear.
“There are definitely Reavers patrolling around Serenity but they’re different. Not at all like the Reavers we found near Miranda.”
“What like, Reavers 2.0?” Dean joked.
“Exactly! They may look human but their thought patterns, while more coherent then our friend in the Impala's cargo hold, definitely scream Reaver to me,” Sam explained.
“You can read their minds?” Zoe asked.
Sam nodded. “Of course, I wasn’t pushing too hard. I didn’t want them to know I was listening in.”
“And if they’re guarding Serenity, how do we get my ship back?” Mal asked.
“We don’t,” Dean said and watched the others turn to Mal for confirmation.
“I ain’t leaving my ship to the Alliance. What are they doing there anyway?”
“Musta ID’ed her. We are wanted around the ‘verse for lots of things,” Kaylee said.
“They wouldn’t have sent their Reaver super soldiers just for that,” Dean said. “They’re looking for us.”
“You or us?” Mal asked.
“Demons have to know we took out a bunch of their psycho Reavers. Maybe even suspect what Sam can do.” Dean didn’t like that thought nor the next one he voiced. “They’re trying to take him out and using Serenity as bait.”
“Then we take them out first,” Jayne said as he chambered his gun.
“Holster your weapon, Jayne,” Mal insisted. “We ain’t getting in a gun fight with the Alliance.”
“I agree,” Dean said. “And that means leaving Serenity behind.”
“Ain’t gonna do that either.” Mal shook his head. “We just have to figure out a way to distract them.”
“Steal our own ship?” Jayne smiled. “I’m in.”
“Won’t be the first time,” Mal grinned ruefully.
“We don’t need both ships,” Dean said. “What need is to get back to the Impala and get into the black before the goon squad there,” he gestured in the general direction of Serenity, “figures out Sam is around.”
“I already told you I am not leaving my ship in the hands of the Gorram Alliance,” Mal barked as he stepped close to Dean. “So either help or get out of my way.”
The others close ranks behind Mal. Dean wasn’t surprised, he was their Captain after all. “Alright, but let’s try to get through this without killing any members of the Alliance. We’ve got enough trouble as it is without them following us back to Capital City.
“Hey, where’s Sam going?” Wash asked as he pointed over Dean’s shoulder.
Dean whirled around in time to see Sam turn the corner and disappear from view.
“Sam! Get back – damn it!” Dean growled as he raced after his brother with the rest of Serenity’s crew close behind.
They approached the berth, guns drawn surreptitiously; ready if needed.
Sam had gained the attention of the Alliance guards; he was standing in front of them, right hand extended, a look of intense concentration on his face. Five men with guns were closing on his brother’s position. Dean didn’t feel like waiting to see if they were going to fire on Sam, arrest him or obey him.
He ran up to his brother with the intent of dragging him away before the Alliance goons made their decision. Three of the five had hesitantly raised their guns at Sam while the other two had stopped in their tracks; seemingly waiting for Sam to tell them what to do.
“I can’t control them all,” Sam groaned as he clutched at his head trying to focus his will.
“Doesn’t matter!” Dean grabbed his brother by the wrist. “We’re leav -” Before he could finish, Dean’s head exploded with sound as he made contact with Sam’s arm.
Dean could feel his quickening coursing through his veins. After what felt like an eternity but was in fact only seconds, he dropped Sam’s wrist. “What the hell just happened?” he croaked out as the feeling passed.
Sam tilted his head, a small smile turning up the corners of his mouth. “I wonder,” he mused as he reached for Dean’s wrist.
“Hold on, Dude.” Dean pulled his hand away. He stared at the Alliance guards noticing that all five had briefly fallen into that trance-like state; eyes on Sam - waiting. As Dean watched, they began shaking themselves free of what ever the momentary control his brother had over them. Dean glanced over his shoulder to see confusion on the faces of Serenity’s crew as they watched the situation. They were ready to assist if things went south but Dean waved them off. He still wasn’t interested in getting involved in a firefight.
“I think you can help me control them,” Sam said, gesturing for Dean’s hand. “Trust me.”
“When don’t I?” Dean quipped, resigning himself to following Sam’s lead without further explanation. Eventually “exposition Sam” would fill in the plot holes.
Sam reached for his wrist and this time the contact was made willingly.
The surge of power was unmistakable but Dean was ready for it. He forced his mind through the white noise to focus on his brother. Sam had raised his other hand toward the guards once again, using the gesture to focus. Dean could feel the tug on his quickening in a way he never had before as it surged toward his brother.
He could ‘hear’ Sam influencing the Reavers to obey. Not with words, but in his minds eye he could ‘see’ that his brother had the guards enthralled; using the shared power of their quickening to accomplish the task. Dean waited for Sam to begin chanting the exorcism but instead all he 'heard' was a command from Sam to the Reavers; instructing them to abandon their hosts. Without hesitation Dean added his own thoughts to that command, surprised when he heard a chorus of compliance echoing back through his mind.
The five men fell to their knees as black smoke poured from their mouths. As the last of the demons fled, Sam released Dean’s wrist. The men had collapsed in front of them as if the demon smoke had been the only thing holding them upright
Dean felt the separation like coming out of a waking dream. He could still sense Sam and Wash as Immortals, so what ever his brother had done hadn’t drained his quickening. What had Sam done? Dean had a million questions but settled for the generic, “What the hell was that?”
Sam had a huge smile on his face. “I think that,” he pointed in the direction of the dissipating smoke, “is why the demons are afraid of me.”
“Care to be a little more specific?” Dean snapped. He was scared and was in no mood to play twenty questions.
"No, not yet," Sam admitted as he looked down to stare at the unconscious bodies at his feet. His brow furrowed in concentration.
Watching Sam, Dean realized that his brother hadn't completely figured out this new twist on his psychic abilities. He decided that now was not the time to push his brother to explain what Sam himself wasn't sure about.
“Why aren’t they dust?” Simon had knelt down in the dirt to examine the unconscious guards; pressing his fingers to their necks as he checked each one for a pulse.
“Reavers 2.0,” Sam quipped. “They obviously fixed that issue. Though I doubt they considered the host turning to dust a problem. I’m sure it was an unexpected benefit of trying to create a servant more capable of passing for human.”
“They still alive?” Mal asked.
Simon nodded. “I have no idea how long they’ll be out or what condition they’ll be in when they wake."
“I suggest we move this inside then,” Mal gestured toward the ship but kept his eyes on Sam, “before someone notices what you did.”
Dean could see that what had happened scared the crew. Hell, it scared him. Reavers that didn’t look like Reavers and Sam’s freaky mind powers which included the ability control someone else’s quickening. Dean was not happy.
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Some Helpful Firefly Phrases
Goddamn: Gorram
No way: Cai bu shi
Awesome: Gao gan
Crap: Gou shi
Son of a Bitch: Gou neong yung de!