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Worlds Collide-Part 1

A/N: This story is a Marvel/Supernatural crossover and a collaboration between me and my wondertwin @kittenofdoomage   She’s been a saint because I know I have driving her NUTS with this story but I am just obsessed. It’s happened to all of us.

Two Years Earlier

This was supposed to be a milk run.  On the way back from another case, Sam had caught wind of a few deaths that sounded demonic so they had stopped to check it out.  He and Dean had both taken some hard hits during their last case. Sam had cut his hand pretty badly, and Dean had messed up his shoulder.  They really weren’t in fighting shape, though they would never admit it.

Two demons had Sam’s arms pinned behind his back, and one of then had jammed Ruby’s blade against his neck.  Another demon had Dean jacked up against the wall, slowly cutting off his air supply as he struggled and flailed in an effort to get free.

“Let them go.” a soft voice said.  Everyone turned to see who had spoken.  A young woman stood there, alone and weaponless.

“Get out of here!” Sam yelled.  “They’re demons!”

The woman rolled her eyes at him. “I KNOW that Stretch, thanks for the newsflash.”

The demon holding Dean dropped him suddenly, and he fell to the floor with a hard  “Uumph.”

“You must have a death wish, little one,” he said as he began to advance towards her.

A grin tugged at her lips. “I really wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

The demons closed in on the girl, as Sam struggled to break free of his captors. Dean was already on his feet.  The demons had almost reached her, when a strong wind began to kick up in the room, whipping the girl’s hair around her head like angry snakes.

“I’d get down if I were you two,” she yelled to Sam and Dean over the sound of the wind.  Her eyes began to glow with a bluish light and she held her hands out in front of her. It was as if she pulled lightning out of the ceiling, throwing it at the demons and instantly frying them.  

Sam and Dean dropped to their knees, covering their heads as the smell of burning flesh and the sizzle of ozone filled the air.  When they looked up, all the demons were dead; the girl put her hands down and her eyes gradually returned to normal.

“Are you okay?” she asked, running over to them.

Dean flinched away from her.  “Are you a witch?”

“What? No! I’m not a witch!” she replied quickly, frowning.  “I’m a hunter.”

Sam smiled gently at her. “I’m Sam, this is my brother Dean.  We’re hunters too.  What’s your name and how do you do that?”

“I’m Y/N. I’ve always been able to do this, so I can’t really answer that, sorry.  Do you guys want to discuss this somewhere else? Somewhere less demon-y?”

You crossed paths a few more times with the Winchesters, saving their asses again when a pair of ghouls were eating their way through a town in Mississippi, and later helping them save a tiny hamlet in Texas that was being held hostage by a pack of bloodthirsty vampires.  

After Texas, Sam and Dean invited you to come back to their bunker to hang out.  “You have a bunker?” You said with surprise.   “Are you guys survivalists or something?”

Dean rolled his eyes.  “It’s not THAT kind of bunker, Y/N. It’s not buried underground!”

Sam explained the whole Men of Letters deal and how they had commandeered the bunker.  

“It’s our Batcave,” Dean said with a smirk.

“We work well together, Y/N. We make a good team.” Sam commented, staring at you long enough to make you flush a little.

“This I gotta see.  I’m in.”

Despite promising yourself you wouldn’t stick with them for long, things with the Winchesters were more lively than you’d imagined. The bunker they’d told you about was a treasure trove of information and relics and it was less than a day before you were bonding with Sam over a love of books and history.

Friendship turned into something else and eventually, weeks dissolved into months. You admitted to yourself that you’d fallen in love with Sam and it was unlikely you’d be going anywhere soon. He was passionate and kind and brave and endlessly curious about your powers, which was kind of adorable.

“Can anyone else in your family do what you do?” he asked you one day when you were reading in the library.

You looked up and shrugged. “I don’t know.  I grew up in foster care.  I know nothing about my birth parents.”

“Well, I think your zappy-thing is awesome!” Dean said enthusiastically, shoveling a candy into his mouth as he walked into the room.

Sam snorted, leaning back in his chair. “Sure you do.  Weren’t you the one who thought she was a witch when we first met?”

“Shut up!” Dean scowled, folding his arms over his chest. “She’s proved she is definitely an asset. She can kick YOUR ass, Gigantor.”

“She can kick yours too, Dean.  And I’m her boyfriend, so I think my ass is safe.” Sam snapped back.

“Guys….” You tried to intervene, but they were on a roll.

Dean rolled his eyes towards the ceiling.  “Just because she is sleeping with you….”

“GUYS….” You said louder.  They ignored you as they tried to talk over each other.

Your eyes had begun to glow as papers began to blow around the room.  Then Castiel teleported into the bunker, and you were so happy to see the angel you instantly calmed down.  “Turn on the television,”  he growled.  “Now.”

“Cas, what’s wrong?”

“Aliens have invaded New York City.”

You, the Winchesters, and Castiel sat in front of the TV in disbelief watching the coverage of the “Battle of New York” and its aftermath. Buildings destroyed, thousands of lives endangered, hundreds dead… it was horrific.

Dean seemed more intent on focusing on one aspect of the reports. “Seriously? Aliens are real? With all the shit that we have dealt with, why haven’t we ever come across one?” He looked at Sam, who shrugged and held his hands up.

“There was that one time,” he offered, “but it turned out to be fairies.”

“I have never seen a creature like the Hulk before.  He seems very angry,” Cas observed, frowning at the screen.

“What about Tony Stark? Now there’s a genius! He actually built that suit.” You could tell by the tone of his voice that Sam was impressed. “I mean, we’ve all heard about it but we never thought it was an actual thing.”

“Did you see Captain America?  What a soldier! I used to love his comic books when I was a kid.”  Dean had a far-away look in his eye as he watched the reports and you recognized it as hero-worship.  He was suddenly 9 years old again, a goofy little kid and it just made you wanna pinch his cheeks.

On the screen, New York was in pieces. You’d never been to the Big Apple and now… aliens? It seemed unbelievable, despite your own abilities. And superheroes with powers you’d never seen.

“People are never going to leave them alone now.  The entire world knows what they can do,” you whispered.  You always did your best to only use your powers in public when absolutely necessary, and you tried to never let anyone capture you on film doing it - it was a can of worms you never wanted opened.

“You could be an Avenger, Y/N.  You are very powerful,” Cas murmured gravely, not taking his eyes off of the television screen.

You laughed, waving him off like he’d told the funniest joke ever. “I am happy hunting monsters with you guys,” you informed him, leaning back and picking up your soda. “Let’s leave the aliens for the superheroes, okay?”

Part 2

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Friday Top Ten Week 24-Listen Up, Ya Idjits!

Bobby Singer: Hunter. Mentor. Surrogate father to Sam and Dean. The grumpy guy in a trucker hat.  One half of one of my favorite hunter teams, Rufus and Bobby.  His crusty exterior covered up his sentimental side and his heart of gold. Bobby was a very wise man. This weeks list is my top ten favorite Bobby Singer quotes. 

“Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in.”

“Inside Man.” Season 10, Episode 17

Bobby helps Cas break into heaven by creating a distraction so they can kidnap Metatron to get intel on how to remove the Mark of Cain. It was so good to see Bobby enjoying his heaven, reading a Tori Spelling biography and listening to Kenny Rogers on the radio.

“No, Garth, not me, the FBI. The real FBI! How are you still alive?”

“Weekend at Bobby’s” Season 6, Episode 4

Bobby is the guy the other hunters go to for help. This episode was an in-depth look at his life and his struggles that we don’t normally get to see. We saw or heard) him interact with Sam and Dean, Rufus, and Garth. It was pretty cool to see his phone setup, and his exchange on the phone with Garth was pretty funny.

“Well, as fate would have it, I adopted two boys, and they grew up great. They grew up heroes. So you can go to hell!”

“Death’s Door”  Season 7. Episode 10

Bobby is dying from a gunshot wound to the head, but he refuses to go with the reaper that has come for him because there is something important about the Leviathans he needs to tell Sam and Dean.  In this scene, he flashes back to his childhood with his abusive father. I bawled like a baby at the end of this episode.

Crowley: “Bobby, you going to sit there all night?”

Bobby: ”No, I’m gonna Riverdance!”

“Two Minutes to Midnight” Season 5, Episode 21

Bobby had a very prickly relationship with Crowley after the King of Hell tricked him into giving up his soul.  Bobby got it back in the end, and Crowley returned the use of his legs, so Bobby finally got out of the wheelchair.  It was a classic example of  Bobby’s snark at his best.

“That’s the round that I mean to put through my skull… Every morning, I look at it. I think, ‘Maybe today’s the day I flip the lights out.’ But I don’t do it. I never do it. You know why? Because I promised you I wouldn’t give up!”

“Point of No Return” Season 5, Episode 18

This was a really important moment between Boby and Dean. Bobby feels useless as a hunter since he lost the use of his legs. Dean tries to reassure him he isn’t.  He wants to end it all, but he won’t because he promised Dean. Always keep fighting, no matter what. YOU MATTER

“Do I sound like I’m done? Now look, I know you’ve got issues. God knows, I know. But I got a news flash for you: you ain’t the center of the universe. Now, it may have slipped your mind, but Crowley owns my soul, and the meter is running, and I will be damned if I am gonna sit around and be damned! So how about you two sack up and help me for once?”

Weekend at Bobby’s  “Season 6, Episode 4

It was nice to see Bobby stand up for himself here, and remind Sam and Dean how much he does for them. They can get a wee bit self-centered at times. This little reality check was enough to get Dean’s ass on a plane, so I’d say it did the trick!

“Do I look like a ditchable prom date to you?/Family don’t end with blood, Boy!”

“No Rest for the Wicked.”  Season 3, Episode 16

Dean’s year is about to run out, and when he and Sam try to sneak away and leave Bobby behind, he shows them YET AGAIN how he is always one step ahead of them by messing with Baby.

“You stupid, stupid son of a bitch! Well, boo hoo! I am so sorry your feelings are hurt, princess! Are you under the impression that family’s supposed to make you feel good? Make you an apple pie, maybe? They’re supposed to make you miserable! That’s why they’re family!”

“Lucifer Rising” Season 4, Episode 22

Another example of Bobby giving Dean a big dose of the hard truth just when he needs to hear it.  Sam is addicted to demon blood and off with Ruby, and Dean wants to wash his hands of him, but Bobby won’t let him because they are family.

“And if you two had bothered to pull your heads out of your asses, it all would’ve been pretty clear.”

“Tall Tales” Season 2, Episode 15

This scene was a riot! Sam and Dean are each telling THEIR versions of what’s happening with the case, all the while bickering like an old married couple, and Bobby is getting more and more annoyed. Then he says this! And Sam and Dean were clueless! LOVE THAT TRICKSTER

All the good you’ve done, all the people you’ve saved, all the sacrifices you’ve made? You’ve saved the world, son. How many people can say that? How many people can say that they have left this godforsaken hunk of dirt that much a better place? What you call dyin’ I call leavin’ a legacy.”

“I think I’m Gonna Like It Here” Season 9, Episode 1

Sam is dying after the trials, and a hallucination of Bobby appears to him in the woods. I love this, because I love Sam, and this just sums Sam up perfectly, as only Bobby can.

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Whatever It Takes-Part 2

This is for the “Alpha for Hire” square on my @spnabobingo card. Beta’d by the fantabulous @kittenofdoomage

Part 1     My Master List

Characters: Alpha! Dean Winchester, Beta! Sam Winchester, Omega! reader, Beta! sister Terri (OC)

“Lead the way, princess,” he said, giving me another flash of that cocky grin. “Damn you smell good. I could smell you from the lobby.”

I gritted my teeth in frustration. This guy was making an already embarrassing situation worse. “Did you look at my profile, Dean?” I asked quietly.

His shoulders loosened in a lazy shrug. “I glanced at it on the way over, why?”

“Because it says I want to get this over with as quickly as possible. So how about you do what I’m paying you for and stop talking?” I paused at the entrance to my bedroom, gesturing into it with one hand. “In here.”

The burning sensation in my belly worsened, as my heat started to flare uncontrollably in me.  There was no holding back a groan as my stomach clenched in pain.

I looked over at Dean, and his eyes were dark with arousal.  Taking a deep breath to calm my raging nerves, I stepped towards him until our bodies were just barely touching. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my belly.

I stared up at him, trying to ignore my body’s response. If I was going to get through this with my spirit intact, I had to look at this as a business transaction, nothing more.  My stupid medical condition might be forcing me to pay for this Alpha, but I was still in control here, and I needed to make sure he knew it.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” I said impatiently, “Do I need to draw you a diagram?”

“You’ve got a really smart mouth for an Omega,” Dean commented in a hard voice.

I rolled my eyes. “Good thing you don’t have to like me to fuck me then, huh?” I knew I was being a colossal bitch right now, but I needed someone to vent my frustration on, and he was the only available target.

Something flashed in his eyes, and his big hands closed around my upper arms, pulling me against him as he leaned down to kiss me. When I realized his intent, I turned my head at the last second.  “No. Don’t. No kissing.”

“Why not?” he asked curiously.

“I just don’t want you to. Don’t touch me more than you have to, okay?” He was entirely too attractive, and he smelled way too enticing. If I had any hope of getting through this, I needed it to be as impersonal as possible.

“Fine. Have it your way.  Present, Omega,” he ordered in a commanding Alpha voice, unbuttoning his flannel and dropping it on the floor. I turned away and began to remove my clothes in silence. Once I was completely bare, I got on my hands and knees on the bed as I heard the sound of a condom wrapper being torn open.

The smell of my heat was heavy in the air, and I was becoming more feverish by the second. His large hands grabbed my hips, and I tensed as I felt the round head of him enter me. “Relax,” Dean grunted, and slid inside me. He was big and thick, and the stretch of him was incredible. I arched my back involuntarily to take him deeper, and he began to fuck me hard and fast.

“Harder, please!” I panted, ashamed that he could make me beg, and I heard him groan in response. I was so wet I could hear the slide of him through my slick, and I felt my pussy start to clench around his length as my orgasm approached.  When his knot popped, I came with a hoarse scream and he followed a moment later, collapsing on my back and knocking the wind out of me.

We were locked together until his knot deflated, which was fine because I couldn’t move anyway. Finally, I felt his knot give, and I hissed, “Get off, your heavy,” and when he rolled off of me I headed to the bathroom and shut the door.

I cleaned up very quickly, not fighting the hot, angry, tears pouring down my face. I splashed water on my eyes, hoping he wouldn’t notice that I had been crying.  Throwing on a robe, I opened the door, and he was already dressed, waiting. “Will you need me again?” he asked.

I nodded, without speaking.  “When?” was all he said.

“Eight...ten hours, maybe,” I said stiffly. Were we really making an appointment for sex? Really?

“I’ll be back in nine. Call the service if you need me sooner,” he said conversationally as if we were discussing the weather.

I couldn’t look at him. “Fine. You can let yourself out?” I asked as he stood up.

“Y/N?”  I looked up at him when he said my name. “You could let yourself enjoy it, you know.”

“I’ll see you later,” I say, not bothering to answer him.

Dean shows up every eight hours for the next three days, fucking me through my heat.  This is the first heat that doesn’t land me in the hospital.  By the third day, we had the routine down pat.  I hadn’t exactly warmed to him by the end, but I had toned down the bitchiness. After all, it wasn’t HIS fault I was in this situation.  He was just doing the job I was paying him for.

And let’s be honest, if I had to pay an Alpha to knot me, it might as well be one that looks and smells as good as Dean.  And he did have a point, sort of. While I wasn’t thrilled I had to resort to hiring an Alpha I might as well make the best of it.  As soon as I found an Alpha of my own I would be done with Alpha4 anyway.

When I realized my heat was ending, I call the service and tell them I no longer need him to come. And I breathe a sigh of relief. The doctor was right. This crazy plan may just save my life.

Terri, of course, is fascinated and wants to hear all the details of my time with Dean. “I’m not telling you anything, so you can stop asking,” I snap when she presses me for information again.

“Come on, Y/N! If it was me, I would tell you!” she says over coffee.

“Do I ask you intimate details about your sex life?” I comment back to her.

Terri’s been dating this Beta named Chris for over a year now. He’s okay, but he’s no Dean, that’s for sure. “Don’t forget, you were the one who pushed me to do this!”

“Because I don’t want you to DIE, idiot!” she says, blowing on her cup of coffee to cool it.  “When the doctor talked about it, it all sounded very sterile and clean, like getting your car serviced. You look way too smug. He must have been an animal in the sack.”

“Shut UP!” I said, laughing.

Two months pass and my heat doesn’t come, so I think I may have a normal cycle this time.  I still don’t have an Alpha in my life, so I’m going to be forced to use Alpha4 again in a month when my heat hits.  And as I tend to do with everything in my life, I start to overthink things.

Should I just go with whatever random Alpha they send me, or should I request Dean again? I want to keep this as impersonal as possible so it might be better to have a different Alpha each time. On the other hand, I like the way Dean looks, and his scent, and I know he can get the job done.

I make a decision, and then I change my mind, and then I change it again.  But when I feel the familiar pain of my heat,  I call Alpha4, the first thing I ask  “Is Dean available?”

The person on the phone responds, “Let me see if he is available.  Please hold.”  I wait impatiently as some truly horrible music plays while I am on hold. Finally, she returns to the line. “I’m sorry, he is not available at the moment, but he will be available in a few hours.  Would you like us to send someone else, or would you like to wait for him?”

My heat has just begun, and I still have some wiggle room.  I can wait.  “I’ll wait for Dean,” I tell her.

“He will be over as soon as he is available,” she tells me in her business-like voice. I thank her politely and hang up, but inside I am seething. He is with another Omega.

I decide to try and sleep, but I am so hot that I toss and turn, I just can’t get comfortable.  Then the pain starts, like a knife twisting my insides. I can’t stop thinking about Dean with that faceless Omega, touching her, knotting her, while I am here suffering.  What is taking him so long?

After what seems like an eternity, I hear a knock at my door, and I rush to answer it. The fever has gotten bad enough that I have stripped down to just a tank top and panties in an effort to stay cool, but it’s not working. I am sweating and shaking so hard I can barely see straight.

He takes one look at me and rushes inside, shutting the door with his foot. “I’m sorry I’m late. Are you okay?” he asks me, already taking off his jacket.

“You smell like her.” I snap as I grab his hand and pull him toward the bedroom, yanking at his shirt as we walk.  “I bet the other Omegas just fall at your feet, don’t they?”

“Someone’s eager. What’s wrong, Y/N? Jealous?” he asks as he grins at me.

“You wish, asshole,” I mutter, but I am so hot and dizzy now, I begin to sway on my feet. “Please, Dean. Hurry….please.” I whisper weakly.

“You know I love it when you, beg,” he tells me, but then he realizes that I am not fooling around. His arms reach out for me, and he winces when my scorching skin touches his. He pulls me into his arms and leads me to the bed. “I got you, Y/N. I’ll take care of you.”

Afterwards, my temperature drops rapidly. Dean pulls on his pants and goes searching in my kitchen for a bottle of water, he returns with it and holds it out to me. “Drink this,” he orders me. “You look like you need it.”

I take the bottle from him and drink half of it in one long swallow. “Thanks,” I murmur.

“What WAS that?” he asks, looking at me intently. “You were burning up. I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

“You ask a lot of questions, Dean.  You can go.  I’ll see you in eight hours.”

“Are you sure you’ll be okay? Your heat is bad this time, I can tell. Are you gonna be able to last eight hours? Maybe I should…..”

I sighed. “Just go, Dean. Please.”

Dean leaves reluctantly, and I hold it together until he is out the door. As soon as the door shuts behind him, I collapse to the floor, sobbing.  I didn’t know that Dean stood on the other side, just staring at the closed door, fists clenched so hard his knuckles were white, for several minutes as he listened to me cry.

(Part 3)

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