Fic: League of Extrordinary Winchesters (Part the First)
Fic: League of Extrordinary Winchesters (Part the First)
Series: Chance Winchesterverse
Summary: When demons are on the loose and the apocolypse is looming, the forces of heaven call on one man. Unfortunately, Batman is busy.
Author: pen37
Beta:
divas_lament
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: Chance, Ben, Castiel, Jack-Jack
Rating: pg
Written for spawnfic_tues
Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8, Ch. 9, Ch. 10
A/N: I have decided that Ben looks very much like Brock Kelly did as Teen!Dean in Afterschool special. I'm still not sure who Chance looks like though. I started to think he looked like Alec from Dark Angel, but even Alec isn't quite baby faced and unassuming enough. I sort of see Chance as this big laid-back, sarcastic kid. Ben is the edgier of the two.
It started, as these things often do, over breakfast which this morning was just Chance, Jack-Jack and Ben. Dad was on a hunt with Uncle Sammy, Mom was at the Planet with Uncle Clark and Aunt Lois, and Lena was letting her dad pretend that he didn’t have Frankenstein’s monster in his secret evil lab of doom hidden in the basement of that castle.
So they were a little surprised when a guy in a trench coat crashed through the window and broke the kitchen table.
Ben sat there blinking, mouth open, cereal spoon halfway in and dripping milk on his boxer shorts. “Well, that’s a first.”
“Dude?” Chance said from across the room, where he’d run to retrieve the emergency ‘Dee-monic Ninjas a-comin’ through the Window Home Security and First Aid Kit.’ “If you’re that alert during a hunt, I’m glad I’m not hunting with you.”
“He’s not moving,” Ben replied. “Why waste the effort? I knew you were going for the kit.”
Chance frowned. Then he sprinkled salt and holy water on the unconscious dude, followed by a cut from a silver knife on the thumb and a couple of exorcism rituals.
“What about the one in Elvish that we had to use to get rid of that role player?” Ben offered.
“Does this dude look like he’s from Middle Earth?” Chance guestured at the stranger.
Jack-Jack sniffed the stranger and growled. The dude shook his head to clear it from the fall. Then he frowned at Jack-Jack. “Begone, foul creature.”
Jack-Jack lowered his head, tucked his tail between his legs, and slunk away.
“So not cool dude,” Chance frowned.
The dude looked from Chance to Ben and back. Then he rolled over and stood so that he could look down at them. “Which of you is the Son of Winchester?”
Ben and Chance looked at each other. They held a long and complicated conversation that seemed to consist of each raising their eyebrows. Then they looked at the guy.
“Sort of depends on who is asking,” Ben said.
“I am Castiel, an angel of the Lord.”
“Ah,” Chance nodded. “This is Ben, Cutter of the Cheese. I am Chance, Bringer of the Sexy Back.”
“You aren’t taking me seriously.” The angel observed.
“Don’t take offense dude,” Ben replied. “Chance is . . . What’s that word?”
“Unflappable,” Chance said.
“Right,” Ben agreed. “He’s without flap.”
“Speaking of without flap.” Chance stood and pointed to Castiel’s back. “If you’re an angel, where are your wings? Are you like Clarence or something?”
“That could be why he’s here. Maybe he’s going to take us back to last Christmas.”
“That was the ghost of Christmas past from A Christmas Carroll, not Clarence from It’s a Wonderful Life.” Chance whacked Ben on the Shoulder.
“Whatever.” Ben made a face as he rubbed his shoulder.
The brothers’ argument was interrupted by flashes of lighting outside the shattered window. In the light pulse that flooded the room, a set of black, shadow wings were clearly outlined on the back of the angel.
“Wings,” Chance and Ben chorused.
“I seek the help of the child of Winchester,” Castiel said.
“That’s us,” Ben nodded. “You could probably also talk to Rowan. She’s a Winchester too.”
“Leave Napoleon out of this,” Chance muttered.
“Okay, Mr. Angel of the Lord,” Ben said. “What can we do for you?”
“My orders are to obtain help of the Son of Winchester.” Castiel looked at both of them in confusion. “Michael didn’t say there were two of you.”
Chance snickered. “No one knew about Ben for a while.”
“Shaddup,” Ben muttered.
“We’ve got a situation on our hands,” The angel continued. “The demons have discovered the secrets to time travel. They’ve gone back in time to prevent . . . certain events from coming into play. I was asked to retrieve a hero from our time to stop them.”
Chance puffed his chest at that.
“Unfortunately, Batman was unavailable.”
Chance slumped, his lower lip sticking out as Ben snickered.
“I was told to seek Winchester. That was this morning. Then I was told that the lady would not be enough -“
“Wait . . . The Lady? You sent my mom?” Chance squawked.
“Of course,” Castiel looked at Chance like it was a natural conclusion. “She has a smattering of knowledge both arcane and historical, which would allow her to both blend in and get the job done.”
“You do know she was kicked out of Catechism, don’t you?” Chance crossed his arms. “She’d probably like to talk to you about that before you make her a warrior of God. Me too, while we’re on the subject.”
“She said something to that effect,” Castiel frowned. “I made assurances to her that we would speak to the Pope. But no sooner did I send her back, than I received word that I had gotten the wrong Winchester. So I immediately sent the others.”
Ben and Chance looked at each other in trepidation. “Dad and Uncle Sammy. So why are you here?”
Castiel looked down in what Chance assumed was embarrassment.
“You still got it wrong?” Chance’s jaw dropped.
“I’ll send you all,” Castiel said. “That way I know I got the right one.” Then he touched both of their foreheads.
When Chance awoke, he was standing on the side of a dirt road, in the middle of rolling prairie land.
“Hey!”
Chance turned suddenly to see Ben - still in his boxers and t-shirt yelling up at the sky. “You could have given me clothes!”
“We’ve got bigger problems!” Chance said.
“What?” Ben looked around. “What the . . . Is this like some kind of angel fraternity prank? Take us to the middle of nowhere and strand us?”
“Were you listening?” Chance snapped. “He sent us back in time.”
Ben’s jaw dropped. “Where are we?”
“Not where,” Chance said. He pointed to a spot in the distance where a set of sod houses nestled into a bend in a river. “When. This looks like photos that I’ve seen of Ezra Small’s place.”
“Who?” Ben scratched his head.
“Ezra Small?” Chance said. “As in Smallville? He was a fir trapper who lived in this area before the town was founded.
“You’re such a dork,” Ben muttered. “Okay so we’ve . . . gone back in time. Now what?”
“The angel said that he sent Mom, Dad and Uncle Sam back here to stop some demons. So first we find some clothes. Then we find them.” Chance said.
“Where?” Ben asked.
“If I know mom, she’ll be at the Daily Planet trying to make sense of things. And if I know dad, he’ll turn up looking for mom.”
“Okay,” Ben nodded. “I need pants.”
“You said it,” Chance grinned.