Important: This is the 3rd last story of 2025. I’ll be taking the last half of December and first half of January off from posting. I’ll be back January 16th, 2026 with the first story of the new year!
Hi guys!
I am so excited to finally share this project with you!
Detoxing – The Hard Way is one of the first fanfics I ever wrote, way back from 2013. It’s a 3 way cross-over fic between Supernatural, Dexter and Heroes. It’s also technically the first cross-over I ever attempted.
As you guys might know, cross-over stories are usually longer than regular stories. That’s because there’s more characters to play with, more worlds to play in, and the new dynamics are also just a lot of fun!
This story is no exception and because it’s combining three shows instead of two, it became exceptionally long. The original unfinished draft of this story from 2013, is 130 pages. (Roughly 69,000 words)
Because of it’s size, I couldn’t upload it as a regular Throw Away Fic, but I also didn’t want to publish it as a book, either. In my head, Detoxing isn’t a book, it’s just… a story. This led to me going back and forth on the ‘proper’ way I wanted to share it, and I think I’ve finally figured it out.
I’ve decided that I’m going to upload Detoxing next year (2026) as a Patreon exclusive, and it’ll be available to read by EVERY Tier! This means it won’t matter if you’re a Silent Supporter ($1), Rockin’ Reader ($10) or Spoilers! ($13) patron, every paying member will have access to this story!
So, if you haven’t signed up yet, or are still on the fence, now is the perfect time to check it out! Signing up before January will also allow you to follow along for the ride, right from the start!
Trust me when I tell you, this is not a story you guys want to miss!
I’ve also decided – partly because Patreon has post limits and partly because I want the story to be easier to digest – I’m going to be uploading the story in chunks/parts, instead of all at once. (This will be in addition to the regularly scheduled stories)
I’m going to make it it’s own Collection and tag, as well, so it’ll be easier for you guys to find, instead of having to scroll/sift through all the other stories.
As I said above, I’ve had this story rolling around in my head since 2013, and I am beyond excited to finally be able to let it see the light of day! I’m hoping you guys love it as much as I do!
And now, to get the ball rolling – and you guys excited – below is a preview of what’s to come!
Word Count: 629
C2C, SPN x Dexter x Heroes, TW: Torture (Semi-Graphic)
Dean flicked his eyes back over to the passenger seat, where Sam had gone unusually quiet. He noted his brother was trying not to squint, and had brought one hand up to clutch at the side of his head.
“Hey,” Dean used one arm to pat his brother on the shoulder, “You good?”
“Y-yeah, I’m-ah!”
The giant’s sentence cut off into a scream of pain and he pitched forward, narrowly missing cracking his head on the dashboard from doubling over.
“Sam? Sam!” Dean was pulling the car over to the side of the road in the next instant. He was out of his seat and ripping the passenger side door open before the Impala finished rolling to a stop, “Whoa, hey, hey, hey,” he brought a hand up to place on the giant’s chest as he nearly came tumbling out of the car, “Talk to me.”
Sam took in a sharp breath, face scrunched up with pain. He opened his mouth to reply, but no sound came out. He somehow found the strength to crack an eye open, and could do nothing but watch as the asphalt of the road gave way to a cement floor, that appeared to be coated in… plastic?
A man with reddish-brown hair wearing a black, rubber apron and elbow long gloves entered from behind a sheet of strung up plastic. He made his way over to the side of the room, coming up one side of a long table. On the table, lay a redheaded woman, who was completely naked, save for the thick sheets of plastic wrap that bound her. She wiggled, uselessly against her binds, twisting her neck around violently to see her environment. She stopped wiggling as she spotted the man.
“I-I haven’t done anything.”
“No?” The man’s voice was calm – oddly calm for the situation that was unfolding. He didn’t bother turning around as he unwrapped his tools, and pointed to the row of pictures that had been propped up at the other end of the room, “I think they’d beg to differ.”
“P-please.” The woman licked her lips, “I’m a good person.”
That got the man to spin around, slamming one hand down on the table next her, “No!” The word was barely more than a grow – all semblance of calm now gone – as he aggressively pointed toward the pictures, “A good person wouldn’t have raped, tortured and dismembered three little boys for fun!”
The man walked the short distance to the top of the table, pulling a small scalpel and eye dropper out of his apron pocket as he took his place behind the lady’s head.
“N-no! Please!” She started wiggling again as the man cut her cheek, more desperately this time.
He used the eyedropper to pick up some of the blood that was flowing out of the wound, before dropping it onto a small piece of glass. He tucked the fresh blood-slide into the pocket of his apron before walking back over to the table that held his tools.
He placed the eyedropper down as he shook his head, moving to pick up one of the knives, “Pleading won’t save you.”
“Sam? Hey, you with me?”
Sam let out a big breath as the asphalt of the road slowly came back into view, feeling the pressure in his head start to subside. He lowered the hand that had been clutching the side of his head, bringing it down to rub at his eyes, “Y-yeah, yeah, I’m with you.”
“Okay, good, good.” He felt the blonde clap him on the shoulder as the hand that was on his chest fell away. He slumped against the seat in exhaustion, semi-wild eyes taking a minute to find his brother’s worried face, “Was that a vision?”
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