Fic: Five Ways Special Projects Almost Wasn't (4/5)
This is a challenge fic written for
sanadafaye. She who made this awesome banner.
In exchange for the wonderful banner, I offered to write her fic. So she asked for a five-times story. The challenge was to write five ways in which one little change would have affected the special projects universe. In each of these stories, one minor thing happened, and sent our characters down a different path than the one they're currently walking.
Warning: These are not the characters you know. Because of one minor change, they walk a different path.
Fic: Five ways Special Projects Almost Wasn't. (4/5)
Author: Pen37
Beta:
clarksmuse
Rating: pg-13
Summary: Change one thing . . . Change everything.
Banner by
sanadafaye
Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5
4. Chloe worked with a different hunter.
Dean scratched his head in confusion while Sam gaped in awe. Ellen knew Superman. And apparently he'd saved them all from some kind of demonic death ray from outer space.
He scoffed at that. Demonic Death Ray sounded so much like a bad name for a rock band.
He sat on the Impala and drummed his fingers on the hood absently as Sam tried to listen in to their conversation without seeming like he was listening in. Really, Sam was better at that than he was. They were both every bit as sneaky as Dad, but for someone six foot five, Sam had the ability to make himself small and quiet and unnoticeable.
His baby brother wandered his way back to the Impala as Ellen jumped up onto a rusted old car with a tree growing through the engine compartment and called for everyone's attention. He half-listened to her as she instructed the other hunters to split up and stay out of cities.
“So what's going on?” he muttered to Sam.
“According to Jo, the demons have written some kind of computer program that's hunting hunters from the Internet.”
“Jo?” Dean said incredulously. “I thought she gave up hunting and started a bar in Memphis?”
“Well, I think she took it up again,” Sam shrugged. “Ellen didn't sound too happy about it, but some reporter chick approached Jo in her bar, and the two struck up a partnership.”
“A reporter chick? Oh that sounds like a disaster waiting to happen.”
“Maybe,” Sam shrugged nonchalantly. “Ellen and Superman talked about a lot of --”
“Superman,” Dean interrupted with a laugh. “Man, I never thought I'd see him in person. That's just - woah.”
Sam shot him an annoyed look. “You going to let me finish?”
“Sorry,” Dean said.
“What I was saying was that Superman told Ellen that the reporter chick and Jo have been noticing a lot of organized demonic activity. The death ray, senators getting possessed, and something about clones.”
“Clones?”
“Yeah, you know. Like Dolly the Sheep?”
“I know what clones are, dude.” Dean's lip twisted. “What do clones have to do with demons?”
“I don't know.” Sam tucked his hands in his pockets. “I'm more concerned about demons being organized.”
“That's not possible,” Dean said. “We've got the bitch locked up in your head. If anything, they should be less organized.”
“Yeah? Well maybe someone stepped up to fill the vacuum?”
Dean shrugged. “So what do you want to do about it?”
“We've got to take that kid, Isaac, to Bobby's house. But then I thought we'd head back to Lawrence.”
“What?” Dean raised an eyebrow. “Who--” He broke off with a groan. “Aw man, Missouri.”
“Yep,” Sam said. “We've been running on assumption for too long. I think we might ought to find out what's going on.”