Worked On: 22.07.06-22.08.31, 22.09.01-22.09.05
SPN x Marvel, C2C
This is the 3rd and final fic in the 3-part mini series for this year.
“Sam!” Dean fired off a rock-salt round as he booked it as fast as he could to the entrance of the graveyard backward, “anytime now!”
The youngest Winchester suppressed his eye roll as he struck yet another match, huffing in annoyance as it didn’t light, “None of these matches are lighting!”
The blonde’s eyes moved between the large group of ghosts that were quickly surrounding him and his brother, who was somehow still standing over the grave they dug up, “Use the lighter!”
“I didn’t bring one!”
“You didn’t bring one?” Dean fired off another shot, bringing confused eyes to the brunette, “You’re joking, right?”
The giant tossed up his hands in exasperation before throwing another unlit match into the grave, “Just hold on! I can get this!”
“Yeah,” Dean was quickly being cornered into one side of the fence, gun dangerously low, “that might not be an option.”
Sam groaned as he struck the last match in the box, tossing the useless stick into the grave before grabbing his gun, “Fine! Let’s go.”
Dean did his best to hold back his eye roll as his brother sprinted toward him. He cleared as much of the ghost group between them as he could before his ammo ran out. Luckily, the giant wasn’t totally useless and cleared enough of the rest of them to allow the blonde to make a break for the entrance.
The giant was close on his heels, firing off shot after shot as the brother’s raced toward the car. As the car came into view, Dean felt himself relax slightly, we’re gonna make it!
“Shit,” The curse and the click of an empty gun from behind him dashed the eldest’s hopes almost as soon as they’d come on, of course.
They were maybe three feet from the car when they had to pull out the to-go salt packets Dean had grabbed from the diner earlier that day, thank God for that distracted waitress.
Sam’s leg was bouncing as the blonde struggled to rip one of the packs open, ghost hoard closing back in, “Is there even enough in there to make a difference?”
Dean groaned, bringing a pack up to his teeth, “It’s gonna have to be.”
He tossed some packets at the giant just as he managed to rip the corner of the one in his mouth, aha! He tossed the packet toward one of the closer ghosts, face falling as the packet hit the ground, no salt spilling out.
Dean let out an annoyed groan as they continued backing toward the car, “Is anything gonna go right today?”
Sam got his packets open, pouring the salt out into his hand before attempting to throw it. A few grains flew off his hand, most sticking to the sweat in his palm. He let out an annoyed huff and wiped it onto his pants, flicking his eyes over to his brother, “Now what?”
“We run for it.”
“Uh, yeah,” He took a chance to look back at the car before turning back to the growing angry ghosts, “the car’s close enough, we should make it.”
Sam snorted, “Should?”
The brother’s exchanged a look before turning around and booking it as fast as their legs would carry them toward their home on wheels.
Dean reached the car first, nearly sliding off balance as he tugged the passenger seat door open. He jumped through, sliding himself across the bench seat to the driver’s side of the car, just as Sam came jumping in after him.
The blonde wasted no time shoving the key into the ignition, car roaring to life. Sam barely got the door closed before he was tossed into the dashboard with the force of them peeling out of the graveyard.
They got a few miles down the road before either brother let out a breath of relief.
Dean ran a hand through his hair as he attempted to calm his heartbeat, “Told you we’d make it.”
Sam let out a humourless chuckle at that, “Yeah, right.” His brows furrowed in confusion as his brother turned left down the road, “Uh, dude where are you going? Grandview’s the other way.”
Dean flicked his eyes over to his brother, “And why would we go back to Grandview?”
“Because we left Melinda standing in a- watch out!”
The hunter cut himself off as a blinding white light opened up in the road ahead of them.
“Shit!” Dean stomped on the brakes as they went sailing into it, sound of squealing tires filling the air.
The light subsided just in time for the boys to watch themselves crash into an expensive looking table as the car came to a stop. The brother’s exchanged a look as they took in their new surroundings. It looked as though they were in some sort of workshop.
“Uh…” Dean flicked his eyes to the roof of the car, “Cas? This isn’t the bunker’s garage.”
“I don’t think this was Cas.” Sam’s brows were furrowed as he took in the room, “This place does look familiar, though…”
“I’ve never seen it.” Dean turned the car off, sitting back in his seat, “Should we be fighting or…?”
Sam shook his head, “I don’t think so.”
“Sam!” Dean scrubbed a hand down his face as his brother got out of the car, sorry Melinda. He climbed out of the car a moment later, taking in the knocked over table, shattered computer screen and various shards of glass, wide glass panel walls to the left, and a man who seemed to be sleeping on the lone couch, his back facing them.
Dean bumped his brother’s arm, nodding toward him, “How the hell did he sleep through that?”
Sam turned to the couch and shrugged, “Maybe he’s dead?”
“Great,” The blonde rolled his eyes, moving a few steps further into the workshop, “That’s just what we need, more dead people.”
He shook his head as his eyes roamed over the rest of the space. He couldn’t help but let out a loud whistle as his eyes landed on a long row of classic cars lined against the opposite wall, “Damn, how did I miss that?”
The blonde waved off his brother’s warning tone, “Relax, Sammy, I’m just looking.”
“Uh-huh.” Sam didn’t feel convinced, but shifted his focus from his brother to the man on the couch, anyway. He walked a few steps closer, craning his neck in a failed attempt to see the man’s face. “Do you think I should-”
A loud alarm started blaring then, effectively cutting off the end of the giant’s sentence.
He jumped at the sudden noise, eyes quickly locating his brother, who was two feet away from one of the red cars, guilt all over his face, “What the hell did you touch?”
The blonde held his hands up in mock surrender as security gates started lowering over all the windows and doors, “Nothing, I swear!”
“Well clearly you did something!” Sam rolled his eyes, waving for the blonde to join him back over by the car, “You’re such a child!”
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