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Title: Adapt To Defy The Devil
Fandom: Supernatural/Young Wizards
Author: Araine
Characters: Sam Winchester, Lucifer/The Lone Power, Nita Callahan, Kit Rodriguez
Rating: PG-13-ish?
Warnings: Spoilers for Supernatural seasons 1-5, vague(ish) spoilers for Wizards at War.
Author's Note: Written for a prompt from comment_fic , but it kind of took on a life of its own. (Of course, this crossover has been gnawing at me ever since I started watching Supernatural, so it was kind of destined to happen.) The prompt is finished, of course, but I'm not quite done with this crossover universe yet, I think.
“Hello, Sam.”
The sound of those words - quiet, suave, smooth as silk - told him exactly who was talking, even if he had not yet turned to see which face he was wearing. “Lucifer,” Sam greeted the fallen angel. “Why can’t you leave my dreams alone?”
It was all he could do to feign his nonchalance, his indifference. He was not fooling Lucifer - he was not stupid enough to think that - but every small defiance mattered in this battle of wills. As Sam turned around to see the unshaven countenance of Lucifer’s current vessel, he wondered what it would be tonight. Pain, pleasure, power, destiny… Lucifer had painted so many different pictures in his head over the course of hundreds of nights.
“I don’t suppose you’ve told Dean yet,” Lucifer said, equally as casual, equally as nonchalant. “About our nightly trysts, I mean.”
“Why should I tell him?” Sam gritted out, wanting the angel to just get to the point already. “My answer’s still the same, no matter how many times I have to say it to you.”
Lucifer smiled and the calm malice behind that smile sent a chill down Sam’s spine. “Ah, wrath,” he replied. “That’s one of mine - a favorite, I might add. And how long do you think you can hold out?” Sam may not hustle poker like Dean or Bobby, but he knows that there is no bluff behind those eyes: only confidence. “Do you think this is the first time I’ve done this?”
That took Sam aback. “This isn’t the first apocalypse?” he asked, voice wary of any trap that Lucifer might have already set into the middle of this conversation.
Sam frowned at the fallen angel, as he suddenly laughed. “It’s cute, your arrogance,” Lucifer replied. “You’re not the first vessel I’ve chosen. You’re not even the first human vessel.”
“Not the first human vessel?”
Lucifer shrugged, dismissive. “There have been other species,” he said, “other worlds, other world-ending battles. It’s all a microcosm of something far beyond your comprehension. Don’t get me wrong, it’ll be cataclysmic when it does happen, but in the grander scheme the fate of your petty species won’t amount to much.”
“So you’re saying that you’ve done this before,” Sam said, with an arched eyebrow. “That must mean you’ve lost on occasion. Otherwise, why would you bother staging the brouhaha?”
Lucifer shrugged. “Occasionally,” he said. Sam smirked. “Don’t be so cocky. I win on occasion, too, and I’ve got billions of years of experience to draw on.”
“I’m never going to say yes to you,” Sam spat.
“Your naïveté is so quaint, if ineffectual,” Lucifer replied. “You never seem to get it through your skull that you don’t have a choice. This is the way that this conflict is going to go; no matter what you Winchesters want to say about it.”
Sam sneered at Lucifer. He knew all about the devil’s forked tongue, and he’s would not listen to a word. He’d already promised himself that, about a thousand times over. He promised himself again, just so that he wouldn’t forget.
“Or let me put it in words you understand,” Lucifer continued. “Until this is over, more and more people are going to get hurt, are going to die. And that will all be on your sorry, stubborn heads.”
Sam clenched his fists. “A battle between you and Michael will destroy half the planet,” he said. “I think so far, we have a pretty good track record - and I’ll kill you myself, before it gets any worse.”
“Brave words. But you can’t kill the devil, Sam.”
Once again, Sam looked into those cold eyes, and knew that this creature was not bluffing.
“I’m in everything - the grass, the trees, every single human, the planet itself… even you. You were mine the moment you came into existence, Sam. You really have no choice but to submit.”
It was those words - calm, quiet, nonchalant, almost bored - that made Sam start to doubt. He would not say yes to Lucifer, he wouldn’t, he’d promised Dean and he’d promised himself, but sometimes he did wonder whether it would be better to just end this, cut their losses and finish it, because he was so sick of fighting and losing everything he loved, and carrying all of it on his shoulders…
There was the hint of triumph in Lucifer’s eyes, though the fallen angel was downplaying it. He could see Sam’s doubts, his confusion, and his private weariness.
Lucifer moved closer, and Sam took a step back to find a wall behind him.
“Let’s end this, Sam…”
Sam’s jaw clenched. He was not sure, if he opened his mouth, that he had the strength to say no one more time.
Lucifer did not have a change to ask once again, as a girl of maybe sixteen or seventeen stepped out of thin air. Maybe sixteen or seventeen, with pale skin and brown hair, the charm bracelet on her wrist was faintly glowing. Behind her came a Hispanic boy of approximately the same age.
Sam was amazed. Lucifer might take many forms during these chats, but he and Sam were always the only participants. And now, two kids who Sam had never met before were showing up - and neither of them looked like they were particularly friends with the fallen angel.
There was a brief moment of recognition on Lucifer’s face, and the sudden sizzle of potential energy in the air as the girl clutched her charm bracelet.
“Fairest and Fallen,” she said slowly, “greetings and defiance.”
Lucifer rolled his eyes. “That is starting to get old,” he said. “Especially from you two.”
The Hispanic boy met the fallen angel’s expression calmly. “Well, then maybe you should stop giving us occasion to use it,” he said.
“No, I don’t think I will,” Lucifer replied dryly. The two kids continued to stare down the fallen angel. “There’s very little for your kind to do here. He’s been destined to be my vessel for a very long time, and you can’t change that.”
“Watch us,” the brown-haired girl snapped.
“I think I’ve had enough fun here,” Lucifer said, his tone long-suffering, but Sam could sense a kind of rage coming from him at being foiled. A moment later, he faded away.
Sam raised his eyebrows at the kids who had, to all appearances, scared Lucifer away.
“Sam Winchester, right?” the dark-haired girl asked, turning to him. There was no longer the crackle of potential energy radiating from her.
“You know me?” Sam asked, wary. These kids didn’t feel like figments of his dream, and he’d had experience with people who walked in dreams before.
“I’m Nita Callahan, and this is Kit Rodriguez,” she said. “We’re wizards. Well met on the common journey.”
Now, Sam was skeptical. “Wizards,” he said. “Like Harry Potter?”
“Not nearly so arcane or disorganized,” the Hispanic boy - Kit - said. “We do use wands sometimes, though.”
“We’ve been clued in on what’s been happening lately,” she said. “Mostly, we’ve been trying to minimize local damage and leave it up to you guys. But now I think that we’ve been sent to help you.”
“Help me?” Sam asked. “Then do you know of a way to beat Lucifer?”
Nita looked uncomfortable. She shook her head. “There’s no beating It,” she said. “Just delaying It.”
Sam was suddenly annoyed. “He seemed pretty scared of you earlier,” he snapped.
“I think It was mostly scared we’d trash your brain if we got into a confrontation,” Kit said. “Not,” he added hastily, “that we want to trash your brain.”
“Oh, thanks,” Sam said sardonically. “So if we can’t beat Lucifer, how do we stop the apocalypse?”
“That, I think we can help you with,” Nita said, with a smile. “We have some familiarity dealing with That One, and I think we’ve been sent to help you find a solution.”
“Sent? By who?”
Nita shrugged. “I guess you could say we… kind of work for the Powers That Be,” she said. “What you probably know best as God and His angels.”
“You work for them?” Sam asked, on his guard again. “Is this another approach to get to Dean?”
Nita looked at Kit, and then back at Sam. She shook her head. “If that was the case, I think I would be picking up on his brainwaves, not yours,” she said.
“Still, what Lucifer said was true, wasn’t it?” Sam asked, almost bitterly. “We can stall for as long as we want, but I’ll eventually have to give in.”
“I don’t think so,” Kit said, his tenor voice even. “There’s always a choice, even if it doesn’t look like it, even if it’s difficult. For now, I think you should keep holding out.” He smiled. “After all, even if you can’t ever beat That One, that’s no reason to just roll on your back and let It do what It wants.”
Sam nodded. “OK,” he said. “I can accept that, I guess. Just one more question: how did you get here?”
“It’s called lucid dreaming,” Nita said. “I’ve had some practice with it.”
Kit grinned. “We are wizards, after all.”
“If you need us, just call. We’ll be in the book,” Nita said. “We’ve got your back.”
Then they both disappeared from the dream. Moments later, Sam woke up with the sun in his face. The motel’s shower was running in the background, and Dean’s bed was rumpled and empty. Sam yawned and sat up.
His dream was absolutely vivid, like all of his dreams featuring Lucifer. Still, what stuck in his mind was those kids, and their insistence that he and Dean did get a choice in this fight, and their offer of alliance. He wasn’t sure what to make of it, not yet. But when he opened up his father’s journal, he found an extra page that had never been there before. And, as if by magic, the names Callahn, Juanita L. and Christopher, Rodriguez K., two telephone numbers and two addresses, side by side.
Sam grinned.
--
“Do you think he’ll figure it out?” Nita asked, over breakfast the next morning.
“What? That we gave that journal temporary manual capability?” Kit speared a piece of his waffle with his fork. “He’s smart, I think he’ll find us if he needs us.”
Nita nodded. She smiled at Kit, as she gathered up her dishes. “I liked what you said back there,” she said. “About not rolling back and letting the Lone One have Its way.”
Kit smiled grimly. “Let’s just hope it does the trick,” he said. His dark eyes flickered toward Nita’s. “You really think we’re looking at another Aeon of Light?”
Nita nodded. “If this pair of brothers makes a different Choice,” she said, the hint of a smile just gracing her lips, “then I think so.” She took Kit’s dirty breakfast plate from him. “But then, we can’t tell them that."
Kit opened his manual to check the still-updating précis on the worsening storm that was brewing. It would get worse before it got better, but Life always managed to surprise him, with its ability to adapt to defy the devil.
The Winchester brothers had already started making their choices. Dedication was all it was going to take.
Fandom: Supernatural/Young Wizards
Author: Araine
Characters: Sam Winchester, Lucifer/The Lone Power, Nita Callahan, Kit Rodriguez
Rating: PG-13-ish?
Warnings: Spoilers for Supernatural seasons 1-5, vague(ish) spoilers for Wizards at War.
Author's Note: Written for a prompt from comment_fic , but it kind of took on a life of its own. (Of course, this crossover has been gnawing at me ever since I started watching Supernatural, so it was kind of destined to happen.) The prompt is finished, of course, but I'm not quite done with this crossover universe yet, I think.
“Hello, Sam.”
The sound of those words - quiet, suave, smooth as silk - told him exactly who was talking, even if he had not yet turned to see which face he was wearing. “Lucifer,” Sam greeted the fallen angel. “Why can’t you leave my dreams alone?”
It was all he could do to feign his nonchalance, his indifference. He was not fooling Lucifer - he was not stupid enough to think that - but every small defiance mattered in this battle of wills. As Sam turned around to see the unshaven countenance of Lucifer’s current vessel, he wondered what it would be tonight. Pain, pleasure, power, destiny… Lucifer had painted so many different pictures in his head over the course of hundreds of nights.
“I don’t suppose you’ve told Dean yet,” Lucifer said, equally as casual, equally as nonchalant. “About our nightly trysts, I mean.”
“Why should I tell him?” Sam gritted out, wanting the angel to just get to the point already. “My answer’s still the same, no matter how many times I have to say it to you.”
Lucifer smiled and the calm malice behind that smile sent a chill down Sam’s spine. “Ah, wrath,” he replied. “That’s one of mine - a favorite, I might add. And how long do you think you can hold out?” Sam may not hustle poker like Dean or Bobby, but he knows that there is no bluff behind those eyes: only confidence. “Do you think this is the first time I’ve done this?”
That took Sam aback. “This isn’t the first apocalypse?” he asked, voice wary of any trap that Lucifer might have already set into the middle of this conversation.
Sam frowned at the fallen angel, as he suddenly laughed. “It’s cute, your arrogance,” Lucifer replied. “You’re not the first vessel I’ve chosen. You’re not even the first human vessel.”
“Not the first human vessel?”
Lucifer shrugged, dismissive. “There have been other species,” he said, “other worlds, other world-ending battles. It’s all a microcosm of something far beyond your comprehension. Don’t get me wrong, it’ll be cataclysmic when it does happen, but in the grander scheme the fate of your petty species won’t amount to much.”
“So you’re saying that you’ve done this before,” Sam said, with an arched eyebrow. “That must mean you’ve lost on occasion. Otherwise, why would you bother staging the brouhaha?”
Lucifer shrugged. “Occasionally,” he said. Sam smirked. “Don’t be so cocky. I win on occasion, too, and I’ve got billions of years of experience to draw on.”
“I’m never going to say yes to you,” Sam spat.
“Your naïveté is so quaint, if ineffectual,” Lucifer replied. “You never seem to get it through your skull that you don’t have a choice. This is the way that this conflict is going to go; no matter what you Winchesters want to say about it.”
Sam sneered at Lucifer. He knew all about the devil’s forked tongue, and he’s would not listen to a word. He’d already promised himself that, about a thousand times over. He promised himself again, just so that he wouldn’t forget.
“Or let me put it in words you understand,” Lucifer continued. “Until this is over, more and more people are going to get hurt, are going to die. And that will all be on your sorry, stubborn heads.”
Sam clenched his fists. “A battle between you and Michael will destroy half the planet,” he said. “I think so far, we have a pretty good track record - and I’ll kill you myself, before it gets any worse.”
“Brave words. But you can’t kill the devil, Sam.”
Once again, Sam looked into those cold eyes, and knew that this creature was not bluffing.
“I’m in everything - the grass, the trees, every single human, the planet itself… even you. You were mine the moment you came into existence, Sam. You really have no choice but to submit.”
It was those words - calm, quiet, nonchalant, almost bored - that made Sam start to doubt. He would not say yes to Lucifer, he wouldn’t, he’d promised Dean and he’d promised himself, but sometimes he did wonder whether it would be better to just end this, cut their losses and finish it, because he was so sick of fighting and losing everything he loved, and carrying all of it on his shoulders…
There was the hint of triumph in Lucifer’s eyes, though the fallen angel was downplaying it. He could see Sam’s doubts, his confusion, and his private weariness.
Lucifer moved closer, and Sam took a step back to find a wall behind him.
“Let’s end this, Sam…”
Sam’s jaw clenched. He was not sure, if he opened his mouth, that he had the strength to say no one more time.
Lucifer did not have a change to ask once again, as a girl of maybe sixteen or seventeen stepped out of thin air. Maybe sixteen or seventeen, with pale skin and brown hair, the charm bracelet on her wrist was faintly glowing. Behind her came a Hispanic boy of approximately the same age.
Sam was amazed. Lucifer might take many forms during these chats, but he and Sam were always the only participants. And now, two kids who Sam had never met before were showing up - and neither of them looked like they were particularly friends with the fallen angel.
There was a brief moment of recognition on Lucifer’s face, and the sudden sizzle of potential energy in the air as the girl clutched her charm bracelet.
“Fairest and Fallen,” she said slowly, “greetings and defiance.”
Lucifer rolled his eyes. “That is starting to get old,” he said. “Especially from you two.”
The Hispanic boy met the fallen angel’s expression calmly. “Well, then maybe you should stop giving us occasion to use it,” he said.
“No, I don’t think I will,” Lucifer replied dryly. The two kids continued to stare down the fallen angel. “There’s very little for your kind to do here. He’s been destined to be my vessel for a very long time, and you can’t change that.”
“Watch us,” the brown-haired girl snapped.
“I think I’ve had enough fun here,” Lucifer said, his tone long-suffering, but Sam could sense a kind of rage coming from him at being foiled. A moment later, he faded away.
Sam raised his eyebrows at the kids who had, to all appearances, scared Lucifer away.
“Sam Winchester, right?” the dark-haired girl asked, turning to him. There was no longer the crackle of potential energy radiating from her.
“You know me?” Sam asked, wary. These kids didn’t feel like figments of his dream, and he’d had experience with people who walked in dreams before.
“I’m Nita Callahan, and this is Kit Rodriguez,” she said. “We’re wizards. Well met on the common journey.”
Now, Sam was skeptical. “Wizards,” he said. “Like Harry Potter?”
“Not nearly so arcane or disorganized,” the Hispanic boy - Kit - said. “We do use wands sometimes, though.”
“We’ve been clued in on what’s been happening lately,” she said. “Mostly, we’ve been trying to minimize local damage and leave it up to you guys. But now I think that we’ve been sent to help you.”
“Help me?” Sam asked. “Then do you know of a way to beat Lucifer?”
Nita looked uncomfortable. She shook her head. “There’s no beating It,” she said. “Just delaying It.”
Sam was suddenly annoyed. “He seemed pretty scared of you earlier,” he snapped.
“I think It was mostly scared we’d trash your brain if we got into a confrontation,” Kit said. “Not,” he added hastily, “that we want to trash your brain.”
“Oh, thanks,” Sam said sardonically. “So if we can’t beat Lucifer, how do we stop the apocalypse?”
“That, I think we can help you with,” Nita said, with a smile. “We have some familiarity dealing with That One, and I think we’ve been sent to help you find a solution.”
“Sent? By who?”
Nita shrugged. “I guess you could say we… kind of work for the Powers That Be,” she said. “What you probably know best as God and His angels.”
“You work for them?” Sam asked, on his guard again. “Is this another approach to get to Dean?”
Nita looked at Kit, and then back at Sam. She shook her head. “If that was the case, I think I would be picking up on his brainwaves, not yours,” she said.
“Still, what Lucifer said was true, wasn’t it?” Sam asked, almost bitterly. “We can stall for as long as we want, but I’ll eventually have to give in.”
“I don’t think so,” Kit said, his tenor voice even. “There’s always a choice, even if it doesn’t look like it, even if it’s difficult. For now, I think you should keep holding out.” He smiled. “After all, even if you can’t ever beat That One, that’s no reason to just roll on your back and let It do what It wants.”
Sam nodded. “OK,” he said. “I can accept that, I guess. Just one more question: how did you get here?”
“It’s called lucid dreaming,” Nita said. “I’ve had some practice with it.”
Kit grinned. “We are wizards, after all.”
“If you need us, just call. We’ll be in the book,” Nita said. “We’ve got your back.”
Then they both disappeared from the dream. Moments later, Sam woke up with the sun in his face. The motel’s shower was running in the background, and Dean’s bed was rumpled and empty. Sam yawned and sat up.
His dream was absolutely vivid, like all of his dreams featuring Lucifer. Still, what stuck in his mind was those kids, and their insistence that he and Dean did get a choice in this fight, and their offer of alliance. He wasn’t sure what to make of it, not yet. But when he opened up his father’s journal, he found an extra page that had never been there before. And, as if by magic, the names Callahn, Juanita L. and Christopher, Rodriguez K., two telephone numbers and two addresses, side by side.
Sam grinned.
--
“Do you think he’ll figure it out?” Nita asked, over breakfast the next morning.
“What? That we gave that journal temporary manual capability?” Kit speared a piece of his waffle with his fork. “He’s smart, I think he’ll find us if he needs us.”
Nita nodded. She smiled at Kit, as she gathered up her dishes. “I liked what you said back there,” she said. “About not rolling back and letting the Lone One have Its way.”
Kit smiled grimly. “Let’s just hope it does the trick,” he said. His dark eyes flickered toward Nita’s. “You really think we’re looking at another Aeon of Light?”
Nita nodded. “If this pair of brothers makes a different Choice,” she said, the hint of a smile just gracing her lips, “then I think so.” She took Kit’s dirty breakfast plate from him. “But then, we can’t tell them that."
Kit opened his manual to check the still-updating précis on the worsening storm that was brewing. It would get worse before it got better, but Life always managed to surprise him, with its ability to adapt to defy the devil.
The Winchester brothers had already started making their choices. Dedication was all it was going to take.