Without Warning
Without Warning
(Heroes/Supernatural crossover; Gen; Dean, Matt, Nathan, Peter, Sam, PG)
The characters herein belong to Eric Kripke or Tim Kring, and not to me. No matter how much I want to hug them, love them, and make them chicken soup when they get runny noses. Or fuck them senseless. Ahem.
This story takes place some time in the future, when Peter gains more control of his powers.
It would have been very different without warning. That was obvious. Two warriors, and an ex-soldier and a nurse do not an equal match up make. However, the ex-soldier and the nurse were warned, and therein lay the difference.
Sam and Dean glanced at each other at the same time Nathan and Peter did. The Winchesters advanced as one, but the Petrellis were ready for them. Peter just barely managed to sidestep Dean’s punch and grab his arm. If he hadn’t known it was coming, he would have taken the hit, but since he did he was able to shoot into the sky in the half-split second before Dean would have escaped Peter’s clumsy hold.
Sam was completely taken by surprise, and Nathan moved in for the attack. He was very fit, but he was also out of practice and fighting an opponent who was not only very much in practice, but dangerously close to half his age as well. A fair fight would have ended only one way, though Nathan was sure that he would have been able to get a hit or two in. Nathan didn’t much believe in fighting fair, hence the hard hit to Sam’s groin. Sam doubled over, and Nathan introduced his foot to Sam’s jaw. The floppy-haired giant-boy collapsed unconscious.
As Isaac’s painting had predicted and Matt’s telepathy confirmed, Dean started freaking out the moment he realized that he was the better part of a mile over the ground. It was a fairly well-controlled freak-out, but a freak-out nonetheless, which put Peter at the advantage.
“Look, I don’t want to fight you,” Peter told him. “Like we said, we only want to talk.”
Dean glared at him, and then started humming something. Peter had just identified it as Metallica’s “Fade to Black” when Dean pulled a knife from out of nowhere and held it to Peter’s carotid artery.
“Put us down. Gently.”
Peter was impressed. He could feel the man’s blind terror, and knew just how much Dean’s effort was costing him. Still, he had to make the man see reason, and he knew that Dean wasn’t in a reasonable mood. He maneuvered his neck against the blade, making sure that it made a deep slice.
“What the-”
Dean’s words were cut off when he saw Peter’s neck quickly heal. Once again, Peter was very glad that they brought Claire along.
“My turn,” Peter said as he dropped Dean. The other man barely had time to scream before Peter shot down, carefully grabbing him and shooting him into the trees. Peter cut his forward motion off considerably (a benefit of having more than one power at once was using Matt’s telepathy to help learn how the others controlled their power). They were only going fast enough for the collision of Dean’s head to a tree branch to knock him out.
“… So that’s it,” Peter said as he and Nathan finished explaining themselves.
“Hell of a story,” Dean grunted.
“So’s yours,” Nathan pointed out, “though somehow I find the idea of demons being interested in people like us to be surprisingly believable.”
“And I can behind my being a freak of genetics,” Sam nodded.
“I always thought so,” Dean quipped.
“So… truce?” Peter asked.
“Yeah, man, truce,” Sam smiled as he extended a hand. Peter shook it, and Nathan and Dean did the same. “Just one thing, though.”
“What’s that?”
“Sleeping Beauty’s finally coming around.”
“… huh…” Peter moaned. He opened his eyes, and saw Matt smirking down at him.
“I was starting to think you never would,” Matt continued as he held something frozen down on Peter’s jaw. Peter took it and held it down as Matt helped him up. He then saw Nathan sitting in a chair, holding an icepack of his own to his jaw.
“One punch,” Matt added.
“Rub it in,” Nathan muttered.
“They took you out with one punch.”
“Where are they?” Peter asked.
“They went ahead with Claire to meet with the others. We figured I’d stay behind to take care of you two while they got down to it.”
“That explains why the three of us aren’t in Isaac’s other painting.”
“Guess so,” Matt agreed.
“So tell me,” Nathan growled. “Tell me why, if you knew what they were planning, why you didn’t do anything?”
“I didn’t!” Peter protested.
“I know,” Nathan hissed. “I was talking to him.”
“Well, I figured that if Peter was keeping himself out of their heads, he deserved to reap the rewards. Besides, you and the Winchesters are even, and you learned an important lesson in dealing with the unexpected.”
“Never let yourself be without warning?” Peter asked. “Yeah, I think I got that one now, thanks.”
(Heroes/Supernatural crossover; Gen; Dean, Matt, Nathan, Peter, Sam, PG)
The characters herein belong to Eric Kripke or Tim Kring, and not to me. No matter how much I want to hug them, love them, and make them chicken soup when they get runny noses. Or fuck them senseless. Ahem.
This story takes place some time in the future, when Peter gains more control of his powers.
It would have been very different without warning. That was obvious. Two warriors, and an ex-soldier and a nurse do not an equal match up make. However, the ex-soldier and the nurse were warned, and therein lay the difference.
Sam and Dean glanced at each other at the same time Nathan and Peter did. The Winchesters advanced as one, but the Petrellis were ready for them. Peter just barely managed to sidestep Dean’s punch and grab his arm. If he hadn’t known it was coming, he would have taken the hit, but since he did he was able to shoot into the sky in the half-split second before Dean would have escaped Peter’s clumsy hold.
Sam was completely taken by surprise, and Nathan moved in for the attack. He was very fit, but he was also out of practice and fighting an opponent who was not only very much in practice, but dangerously close to half his age as well. A fair fight would have ended only one way, though Nathan was sure that he would have been able to get a hit or two in. Nathan didn’t much believe in fighting fair, hence the hard hit to Sam’s groin. Sam doubled over, and Nathan introduced his foot to Sam’s jaw. The floppy-haired giant-boy collapsed unconscious.
As Isaac’s painting had predicted and Matt’s telepathy confirmed, Dean started freaking out the moment he realized that he was the better part of a mile over the ground. It was a fairly well-controlled freak-out, but a freak-out nonetheless, which put Peter at the advantage.
“Look, I don’t want to fight you,” Peter told him. “Like we said, we only want to talk.”
Dean glared at him, and then started humming something. Peter had just identified it as Metallica’s “Fade to Black” when Dean pulled a knife from out of nowhere and held it to Peter’s carotid artery.
“Put us down. Gently.”
Peter was impressed. He could feel the man’s blind terror, and knew just how much Dean’s effort was costing him. Still, he had to make the man see reason, and he knew that Dean wasn’t in a reasonable mood. He maneuvered his neck against the blade, making sure that it made a deep slice.
“What the-”
Dean’s words were cut off when he saw Peter’s neck quickly heal. Once again, Peter was very glad that they brought Claire along.
“My turn,” Peter said as he dropped Dean. The other man barely had time to scream before Peter shot down, carefully grabbing him and shooting him into the trees. Peter cut his forward motion off considerably (a benefit of having more than one power at once was using Matt’s telepathy to help learn how the others controlled their power). They were only going fast enough for the collision of Dean’s head to a tree branch to knock him out.
“… So that’s it,” Peter said as he and Nathan finished explaining themselves.
“Hell of a story,” Dean grunted.
“So’s yours,” Nathan pointed out, “though somehow I find the idea of demons being interested in people like us to be surprisingly believable.”
“And I can behind my being a freak of genetics,” Sam nodded.
“I always thought so,” Dean quipped.
“So… truce?” Peter asked.
“Yeah, man, truce,” Sam smiled as he extended a hand. Peter shook it, and Nathan and Dean did the same. “Just one thing, though.”
“What’s that?”
“Sleeping Beauty’s finally coming around.”
“… huh…” Peter moaned. He opened his eyes, and saw Matt smirking down at him.
“I was starting to think you never would,” Matt continued as he held something frozen down on Peter’s jaw. Peter took it and held it down as Matt helped him up. He then saw Nathan sitting in a chair, holding an icepack of his own to his jaw.
“One punch,” Matt added.
“Rub it in,” Nathan muttered.
“They took you out with one punch.”
“Where are they?” Peter asked.
“They went ahead with Claire to meet with the others. We figured I’d stay behind to take care of you two while they got down to it.”
“That explains why the three of us aren’t in Isaac’s other painting.”
“Guess so,” Matt agreed.
“So tell me,” Nathan growled. “Tell me why, if you knew what they were planning, why you didn’t do anything?”
“I didn’t!” Peter protested.
“I know,” Nathan hissed. “I was talking to him.”
“Well, I figured that if Peter was keeping himself out of their heads, he deserved to reap the rewards. Besides, you and the Winchesters are even, and you learned an important lesson in dealing with the unexpected.”
“Never let yourself be without warning?” Peter asked. “Yeah, I think I got that one now, thanks.”