Fic: Crossover Supernatural: Silent Hill: Dean and Cas: (2/?)
Title: Supernatural: Silent Hill
Author: nicole9514
Rating: R
Chapters: 2/? (9 are written, but probably about 15)
Warnings: gore, blood, disturbing imagery, violence, language
Genre: Crossover/a bit AU
Spoilers: season five Supernatural, Silent Hill film, and Silent Hill 1 and 2 video games.
Characters: Focus on Dean and Castiel friendship or pre-slash depending on your preference, but some Sam and Bobby as well.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Silent Hill, I'm only playing with them.
A/N: I blatantly steal elements/scenarios from the Silent Hill film, and Silent Hill 1 and 2 video games, but I've also created some of my own/expanded upon elements to create an insane trip to Silent Hill tailor made for Dean and Cas, hence the AU part of this fic.
Special Thanks: to my beta skylar_matthews
Summary: Dean and Cas get trapped in Silent Hill. Sam and Bobby are on the outside trying to find them - will they find a way out...
Word Count:2243 (total 20,817 so far)
Chapter 1
Castiel had been in Rome searching for God when he felt that familiar tug on his grace. He closed his eyes and focused on the sensation.
Dean.
Every person’s soul had a distinct feel to it, an energy. The stronger the connection, the easier it was to feel them. He and Dean’s bond was quite powerful, Cas felt himself giving into the pull before he was even completely conscious of it. He could sense Dean’s distress before he appeared a few feet in front of the hunter.
Dean was sitting on a bed, his head bowed, praying for him to get his ass here pronto.
“I’m here,” Cas stated before Dean noticed him.
Dean blinked. “Damn, that was fast.”
Cas waited for him to continue.
“Thanks for coming,” Dean added quickly, then he glanced at Sam who was sitting at a table, his laptop in front of him.
Sam gave Cas a tight lipped smile, that didn’t reach his eyes.
Something was definitely very wrong, they both were unusually quiet. Normally, when they called out to him for help they didn’t hesitate to pepper him with questions or tell him what they needed. They never were at a loss for words.
The angel felt a sense of dread envelope him. It must have something to do with the impending apocalypse.
Cas cocked his head and asked, “What’s going on?”
Dean ran a hand through his hair; he seemed uncomfortable. “I-we need your help,” Dean answered.
“Does this have something to do with Lucifer?” Cas asked, fear coiling in his belly.
Dean shifted. “That’s the thing, we don’t know.” Dean reached behind him and picked up a small, beat up, leather bound book.
Cas studied Dean’s face. He sensed nothing unusual coming from the item, yet by the way his friend held the book it was clear he treasured it. Castiel had been spending a lot of time among humans and he was getting better at understanding their world, but some things still escaped his grasp.
This was one of those moments.
He felt he was missing something, and he didn’t like it.
“I got a letter today,” Dean paused, his body tense, his fingers drummed on that mysterious book. “It was from my dad.”
Cas blinked, he definitely hadn’t seen that coming. “I don’t understand. Was the letter written before he died?”
Dean didn’t answer. Instead he pulled a piece of paper from the journal and held it out. “Take it. Read it.”
Castiel’s confusion grew, but he took the letter and started reading.
He got about three lines in when he felt something odd. A strange energy nipped at his fingertips. It wasn’t painful, and didn’t seem threatening or harmful in any way. It was just…different. He thought about mentioning it, but his grace had been off lately. Small things here and there that were more than a little worrisome. This might have been one of those times. He’d already lost some abilities entirely. He thought of Bobby in that wheelchair and felt a heaviness settle over him. Cas shoved it away and continued reading.
When Cas finished he met Dean’s grave, tired eyes.
“Could one of your angel buddies have brought dad back?”
Cas didn’t answer right away. A few months ago he could have told Dean with absolute certainty that this had not been part of the plan. Now he didn’t know. He wasn’t very popular among his angel brethren; choosing the side of humanity over heaven hadn’t left him in good standing. Free will was not a popular notion among his people. He was out of the loop as Dean would say. Just because Cas wasn’t aware of it didn’t mean it hadn’t happened.
Cas eyed the strange letter again. The energy seemed to have dissipated, assuming it had been there at all.
“I don’t know. They didn’t tell me much before I rebelled against them, Dean. Now they tell me nothing,” Cas sighed. “I can tell you yes, they have the means to do it, but not if they actually did.” He offered the letter back to Dean. “I’m sorry I can‘t be of more help. I know this is important to you.”
Dean sighed, smacked his lips together and said, “It’s okay, Cas. That‘s pretty much the answer I expected.” Dean took the letter back and replaced it in the book. “This was my dad’s journal; from what we can tell the handwriting matches. We’re going to meet Bobby at his place tomorrow to see what he thinks.”
Cas nodded, finally understanding the importance of the journal. He’d known of it, but hadn’t actually ever seen it. What he didn’t understand was why Dean had called him here if he assumed he wouldn’t be of much use.
“I was hoping,” Dean continued, rubbing at the base of his neck, “that you might tag along. We could use the help.”
Sam echoed the sentiment from across the room.
He felt a warmth spread through him. Cas knew this was a family matter for Dean, Sam, and even Bobby who had become a surrogate father to them over the years. For them to want him along, to include him in their investigation, it almost made him feel as if in some small way he was a part of that family. Cas knew he was probably reading too much into their request; they probably just figured his abilities would come in handy. Still, it was nice to hope.
Cas needed a break anyway. He was tired of searching and never finding; maybe here he could be useful. Maybe he’d have more luck finding Dean’s father than his own.
“Of course,” Cas replied, his tone sincere.
Dean relaxed and smiled. “Thanks man.”
“I’ve got something on that town,” Sam called out, his eyes glued to his computer monitor. "Silent Hill: The tainted town, at least according to this article.”
Dean walked over and looked over his brothers shoulder. Cas followed, stopping a few feet away.
“Apparently, it’s in West Virginia. It was abandoned about thirty years ago after a nearby mine caught fire. Something called a coal seam fire.”
“That must have been some fire,” Dean said.
“It was,” Sam replied. “From what this says and I quote, they are particularly insidious because they continue to smolder underground after surface fires have been extinguished, sometimes for many years, before flaring up again and restarting.”
Cas listened intently, his eyes focused on Dean’s tense expression. His friend did not like what he was hearing, Cas didn’t blame him. Everything about this was just...odd
“Sounds like a strange place for dad to take a vacation,” Dean quipped. “You ever heard of this town Cas?”
“No - I have never been there.” Cas realized how strange this was, he’d thought he’d been everywhere in his long life, but somehow this town had escaped his notice. He couldn’t even remember it ever being mentioned. “I could go there and scout ahead befo-”
“No fucking way,” Dean snapped, his tone harsh with a touch of panic. His body had stiffened and his eyes were wild.
Sam looked stunned. “What the hell man?”
Dean’s shoulders were ridged as he walked across the room, stopping just before the bed. He kept his back to them for several moments, Cas could hear him breathing deeply.
“Dean, are you okay?” Cas asked, reaching out with his senses. His friend was bleeding tension.
Dean turned, brandishing a sheepish grin as he said, “Sorry Cas. Didn’t mean to go all paranoia Barbie on you there.“ His expression melted into one of confusion while one palm kept slapping against his thigh. “Let’s just go about things more cautiously. There’s something about all this that isn’t sitting right with me.”
Cas didn‘t know what a Barbie was, but he understood the rest just fine. “I agree,” Cas replied without thinking. His own feeling of dread increasing and feeding off Dean’s anxiety. Cas could feel it pouring off him in waves. He’d never seen Dean so…unsettled.
Dean nodded, he seemed to relax once he knew Cas wasn’t going anywhere. “Anything else?” his attention shifted back to Sam.
Sam cleared his throat, his concerned eyes remained fixated on Dean. “Not really. I can only find this one entry and that’s about all there is.”
“That’s unusual right?” Dean asked.
Sam bit his bottom lip. “Yes. Anyone can post on the internet; normally you’d pull up pages full of results about just about anything. For some reason, no one seems to know much about Silent Hill.”
“Alrighty then,” Dean said flopping down on the bed. “Maybe Bobby will have more luck with his books.”
Sam looked skeptical, but he didn’t argue.
“Take a load off Cas,” Dean gestured to the chair sitting in the far corner of the room “Tomorrow the fun part begins.”
****
Dean pulled into Bobby’s and parked the impala. He’d been on edge all day, something kept nagging at him. He felt like hope that his father might actually be alive was at war against his own intuition. He knew they had to look into this, but so would any evil monster that hated them. Their enemies would know this was one piece of cheese they could dangle that would always get a bite.
Dean sighed, turned off the engine, and stepped outside.
Cas and Sam followed suit.
Dean was relieved Cas was willing to help out. He knew their feathery friend had far more important things to worry about than this. He was trying to find God for craps sake. Trying to find the one person he believed could stop Lucifer and save everyone from the apocalypse, and here they were asking him to take a time out for their own personal reasons.
And Cas did it, with no hesitation.
He’d never admit it, but Dean had been looking at Cas more and more like a brother. He’d done so much for them - hell he’d died for them. That pretty much made him family in Dean’s book.
Of course there was a chance that this did have something to do with Lucifer, but Dean really didn’t get that vibe. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something else was going on here.
Dean shoved his fear down, burying it. He had years of practice compartmentalizing.
The trio walked to the front door. Dean banged on it.
The door opened.
The sight of the old hunter trapped in that chair slapped Dean in the face. It was weird, but sometimes he still forgot. Dean smiled. “Hey Bobby.”
Bobby wheeled back, gave them all a strained smile, then waved them inside. He was a man of few words.
They headed to the kitchen where Bobby was in the middle of making himself a large pot of coffee. He didn’t waste anytime with pleasantries, which was fine with Dean.
“I wish I had better news,” Bobby looked like he hadn’t slept all night. His eyes had dark circles under them, and his clothes were more disheveled than normal. “I’ve been on the phone with every contact I’ve made that might know something about this damn town or your father. I’ve got nothing.”
Shit.
“I’m not surprised,” Sam took a seat at the table. “I didn’t have much luck myself.”
“Sounds like you at least found something.” Bobby poured himself a cup.
“I got a location,” Sam answered. He proceeded to tell Bobby about the coal mine crap. Dean leaned back against the counter; Cas joined him.
Sam handed Bobby the note someone or something had given them.
“Are you okay?” Cas’s voice was a whisper, his tone tentative.
Dean shrugged. “I’m dealing.” He wasn’t one to over share, and Cas didn’t push.
Bobby was now doing his own comparison of the writing. He could tell by his expression he’d come to the same, creepy, conclusion. It was a match.
“I take it we’re heading to West Virginia then?” Bobby asked.
Dean felt that wave of irrational paranoia sweep over him again; he had a harder time shoving it down this time. He‘d already lost one father, he didn‘t know if he could take losing another one. “You don’t need to come along. We’ve got this,” Dean said, his tone finite.
Bobby’s eyes darkened. “That’s a hell of a thing to say to me boy. Chair or no chair I’m coming along. This is John Winchester we’re talking about - I’m not staying on the sidelines for this.”
Dean cursed. “Bobby this whole thing stinks, don’t tell me you can’t see that? If something go-”
Bobby cut him off, “Stop right there. You know I’m going, whether you like it or not.” He wheeled in front of Dean, his head held high, his voice trembled with emotion. “You’re damn right this stinks. I’m not going to let you boys run off half-cocked and do something stupid. Understood.”
Dean knew it was pointless to argue, but he’d been about to give it another shot anyway when Sam spoke up.
“He’s right, Dean. There’s a hall of records I want to check out anyway in a nearby town,” he gave Dean a pointed look, “I could really use Bobby’s help with that.”
Dean got the message. If things looked too dangerous they could leave Bobby there on research duty while they got their hands dirty.
“Fine,” Dean answered, his eyes meeting his surrogate fathers.
Bobby grunted, wheeled back to the table, and went back to his coffee.
This was going to be one hell of a road trip.
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Author: nicole9514
Rating: R
Chapters: 2/? (9 are written, but probably about 15)
Warnings: gore, blood, disturbing imagery, violence, language
Genre: Crossover/a bit AU
Spoilers: season five Supernatural, Silent Hill film, and Silent Hill 1 and 2 video games.
Characters: Focus on Dean and Castiel friendship or pre-slash depending on your preference, but some Sam and Bobby as well.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Silent Hill, I'm only playing with them.
A/N: I blatantly steal elements/scenarios from the Silent Hill film, and Silent Hill 1 and 2 video games, but I've also created some of my own/expanded upon elements to create an insane trip to Silent Hill tailor made for Dean and Cas, hence the AU part of this fic.
Special Thanks: to my beta skylar_matthews
Summary: Dean and Cas get trapped in Silent Hill. Sam and Bobby are on the outside trying to find them - will they find a way out...
Word Count:2243 (total 20,817 so far)
Chapter 1
Castiel had been in Rome searching for God when he felt that familiar tug on his grace. He closed his eyes and focused on the sensation.
Dean.
Every person’s soul had a distinct feel to it, an energy. The stronger the connection, the easier it was to feel them. He and Dean’s bond was quite powerful, Cas felt himself giving into the pull before he was even completely conscious of it. He could sense Dean’s distress before he appeared a few feet in front of the hunter.
Dean was sitting on a bed, his head bowed, praying for him to get his ass here pronto.
“I’m here,” Cas stated before Dean noticed him.
Dean blinked. “Damn, that was fast.”
Cas waited for him to continue.
“Thanks for coming,” Dean added quickly, then he glanced at Sam who was sitting at a table, his laptop in front of him.
Sam gave Cas a tight lipped smile, that didn’t reach his eyes.
Something was definitely very wrong, they both were unusually quiet. Normally, when they called out to him for help they didn’t hesitate to pepper him with questions or tell him what they needed. They never were at a loss for words.
The angel felt a sense of dread envelope him. It must have something to do with the impending apocalypse.
Cas cocked his head and asked, “What’s going on?”
Dean ran a hand through his hair; he seemed uncomfortable. “I-we need your help,” Dean answered.
“Does this have something to do with Lucifer?” Cas asked, fear coiling in his belly.
Dean shifted. “That’s the thing, we don’t know.” Dean reached behind him and picked up a small, beat up, leather bound book.
Cas studied Dean’s face. He sensed nothing unusual coming from the item, yet by the way his friend held the book it was clear he treasured it. Castiel had been spending a lot of time among humans and he was getting better at understanding their world, but some things still escaped his grasp.
This was one of those moments.
He felt he was missing something, and he didn’t like it.
“I got a letter today,” Dean paused, his body tense, his fingers drummed on that mysterious book. “It was from my dad.”
Cas blinked, he definitely hadn’t seen that coming. “I don’t understand. Was the letter written before he died?”
Dean didn’t answer. Instead he pulled a piece of paper from the journal and held it out. “Take it. Read it.”
Castiel’s confusion grew, but he took the letter and started reading.
He got about three lines in when he felt something odd. A strange energy nipped at his fingertips. It wasn’t painful, and didn’t seem threatening or harmful in any way. It was just…different. He thought about mentioning it, but his grace had been off lately. Small things here and there that were more than a little worrisome. This might have been one of those times. He’d already lost some abilities entirely. He thought of Bobby in that wheelchair and felt a heaviness settle over him. Cas shoved it away and continued reading.
When Cas finished he met Dean’s grave, tired eyes.
“Could one of your angel buddies have brought dad back?”
Cas didn’t answer right away. A few months ago he could have told Dean with absolute certainty that this had not been part of the plan. Now he didn’t know. He wasn’t very popular among his angel brethren; choosing the side of humanity over heaven hadn’t left him in good standing. Free will was not a popular notion among his people. He was out of the loop as Dean would say. Just because Cas wasn’t aware of it didn’t mean it hadn’t happened.
Cas eyed the strange letter again. The energy seemed to have dissipated, assuming it had been there at all.
“I don’t know. They didn’t tell me much before I rebelled against them, Dean. Now they tell me nothing,” Cas sighed. “I can tell you yes, they have the means to do it, but not if they actually did.” He offered the letter back to Dean. “I’m sorry I can‘t be of more help. I know this is important to you.”
Dean sighed, smacked his lips together and said, “It’s okay, Cas. That‘s pretty much the answer I expected.” Dean took the letter back and replaced it in the book. “This was my dad’s journal; from what we can tell the handwriting matches. We’re going to meet Bobby at his place tomorrow to see what he thinks.”
Cas nodded, finally understanding the importance of the journal. He’d known of it, but hadn’t actually ever seen it. What he didn’t understand was why Dean had called him here if he assumed he wouldn’t be of much use.
“I was hoping,” Dean continued, rubbing at the base of his neck, “that you might tag along. We could use the help.”
Sam echoed the sentiment from across the room.
He felt a warmth spread through him. Cas knew this was a family matter for Dean, Sam, and even Bobby who had become a surrogate father to them over the years. For them to want him along, to include him in their investigation, it almost made him feel as if in some small way he was a part of that family. Cas knew he was probably reading too much into their request; they probably just figured his abilities would come in handy. Still, it was nice to hope.
Cas needed a break anyway. He was tired of searching and never finding; maybe here he could be useful. Maybe he’d have more luck finding Dean’s father than his own.
“Of course,” Cas replied, his tone sincere.
Dean relaxed and smiled. “Thanks man.”
“I’ve got something on that town,” Sam called out, his eyes glued to his computer monitor. "Silent Hill: The tainted town, at least according to this article.”
Dean walked over and looked over his brothers shoulder. Cas followed, stopping a few feet away.
“Apparently, it’s in West Virginia. It was abandoned about thirty years ago after a nearby mine caught fire. Something called a coal seam fire.”
“That must have been some fire,” Dean said.
“It was,” Sam replied. “From what this says and I quote, they are particularly insidious because they continue to smolder underground after surface fires have been extinguished, sometimes for many years, before flaring up again and restarting.”
Cas listened intently, his eyes focused on Dean’s tense expression. His friend did not like what he was hearing, Cas didn’t blame him. Everything about this was just...odd
“Sounds like a strange place for dad to take a vacation,” Dean quipped. “You ever heard of this town Cas?”
“No - I have never been there.” Cas realized how strange this was, he’d thought he’d been everywhere in his long life, but somehow this town had escaped his notice. He couldn’t even remember it ever being mentioned. “I could go there and scout ahead befo-”
“No fucking way,” Dean snapped, his tone harsh with a touch of panic. His body had stiffened and his eyes were wild.
Sam looked stunned. “What the hell man?”
Dean’s shoulders were ridged as he walked across the room, stopping just before the bed. He kept his back to them for several moments, Cas could hear him breathing deeply.
“Dean, are you okay?” Cas asked, reaching out with his senses. His friend was bleeding tension.
Dean turned, brandishing a sheepish grin as he said, “Sorry Cas. Didn’t mean to go all paranoia Barbie on you there.“ His expression melted into one of confusion while one palm kept slapping against his thigh. “Let’s just go about things more cautiously. There’s something about all this that isn’t sitting right with me.”
Cas didn‘t know what a Barbie was, but he understood the rest just fine. “I agree,” Cas replied without thinking. His own feeling of dread increasing and feeding off Dean’s anxiety. Cas could feel it pouring off him in waves. He’d never seen Dean so…unsettled.
Dean nodded, he seemed to relax once he knew Cas wasn’t going anywhere. “Anything else?” his attention shifted back to Sam.
Sam cleared his throat, his concerned eyes remained fixated on Dean. “Not really. I can only find this one entry and that’s about all there is.”
“That’s unusual right?” Dean asked.
Sam bit his bottom lip. “Yes. Anyone can post on the internet; normally you’d pull up pages full of results about just about anything. For some reason, no one seems to know much about Silent Hill.”
“Alrighty then,” Dean said flopping down on the bed. “Maybe Bobby will have more luck with his books.”
Sam looked skeptical, but he didn’t argue.
“Take a load off Cas,” Dean gestured to the chair sitting in the far corner of the room “Tomorrow the fun part begins.”
****
Dean pulled into Bobby’s and parked the impala. He’d been on edge all day, something kept nagging at him. He felt like hope that his father might actually be alive was at war against his own intuition. He knew they had to look into this, but so would any evil monster that hated them. Their enemies would know this was one piece of cheese they could dangle that would always get a bite.
Dean sighed, turned off the engine, and stepped outside.
Cas and Sam followed suit.
Dean was relieved Cas was willing to help out. He knew their feathery friend had far more important things to worry about than this. He was trying to find God for craps sake. Trying to find the one person he believed could stop Lucifer and save everyone from the apocalypse, and here they were asking him to take a time out for their own personal reasons.
And Cas did it, with no hesitation.
He’d never admit it, but Dean had been looking at Cas more and more like a brother. He’d done so much for them - hell he’d died for them. That pretty much made him family in Dean’s book.
Of course there was a chance that this did have something to do with Lucifer, but Dean really didn’t get that vibe. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something else was going on here.
Dean shoved his fear down, burying it. He had years of practice compartmentalizing.
The trio walked to the front door. Dean banged on it.
The door opened.
The sight of the old hunter trapped in that chair slapped Dean in the face. It was weird, but sometimes he still forgot. Dean smiled. “Hey Bobby.”
Bobby wheeled back, gave them all a strained smile, then waved them inside. He was a man of few words.
They headed to the kitchen where Bobby was in the middle of making himself a large pot of coffee. He didn’t waste anytime with pleasantries, which was fine with Dean.
“I wish I had better news,” Bobby looked like he hadn’t slept all night. His eyes had dark circles under them, and his clothes were more disheveled than normal. “I’ve been on the phone with every contact I’ve made that might know something about this damn town or your father. I’ve got nothing.”
Shit.
“I’m not surprised,” Sam took a seat at the table. “I didn’t have much luck myself.”
“Sounds like you at least found something.” Bobby poured himself a cup.
“I got a location,” Sam answered. He proceeded to tell Bobby about the coal mine crap. Dean leaned back against the counter; Cas joined him.
Sam handed Bobby the note someone or something had given them.
“Are you okay?” Cas’s voice was a whisper, his tone tentative.
Dean shrugged. “I’m dealing.” He wasn’t one to over share, and Cas didn’t push.
Bobby was now doing his own comparison of the writing. He could tell by his expression he’d come to the same, creepy, conclusion. It was a match.
“I take it we’re heading to West Virginia then?” Bobby asked.
Dean felt that wave of irrational paranoia sweep over him again; he had a harder time shoving it down this time. He‘d already lost one father, he didn‘t know if he could take losing another one. “You don’t need to come along. We’ve got this,” Dean said, his tone finite.
Bobby’s eyes darkened. “That’s a hell of a thing to say to me boy. Chair or no chair I’m coming along. This is John Winchester we’re talking about - I’m not staying on the sidelines for this.”
Dean cursed. “Bobby this whole thing stinks, don’t tell me you can’t see that? If something go-”
Bobby cut him off, “Stop right there. You know I’m going, whether you like it or not.” He wheeled in front of Dean, his head held high, his voice trembled with emotion. “You’re damn right this stinks. I’m not going to let you boys run off half-cocked and do something stupid. Understood.”
Dean knew it was pointless to argue, but he’d been about to give it another shot anyway when Sam spoke up.
“He’s right, Dean. There’s a hall of records I want to check out anyway in a nearby town,” he gave Dean a pointed look, “I could really use Bobby’s help with that.”
Dean got the message. If things looked too dangerous they could leave Bobby there on research duty while they got their hands dirty.
“Fine,” Dean answered, his eyes meeting his surrogate fathers.
Bobby grunted, wheeled back to the table, and went back to his coffee.
This was going to be one hell of a road trip.
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