Ianto / Torchwood / Supernatural / Teen
Title: Happenstance Author: Lopaka Tanu Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or Supernatural. Characters: Ianto, Dean, Sam. Words: 903 Prompt: Torchwood crossover with Supernatural. Fandom: Torchwood/Supernatural Pairing: None Rating: Teen Warnings: Language, Violence. Summary: On a hunt, Dean and Sam meet someone new. Author's Note: Kinda Crazy. ______________________________________
Running full tilt, Dean saw the table almost too late. He fell back, his feet going forward, out from under him. With a triumphant cry, he slid under the table, clearing the other side with plenty of room. Using his momentum, he slammed his foot against a ridge in the floor and flew to his feet. His arms flailed for a moment before he regained his balance. "Neat!"
"Dean?" Crying out from back in the hall, Sam's worry carried through the old house.
"In the kitchen!" Looking up, he spotted a single, naked bulb hanging from a wire. Tugging on the string, he turned it on. "Go in to the light, Sam!"
"That's not funny." Still, he came rushing in to the kitchen. Unlike Dean, he could see the table just fine. Instead of going under it, he jumped. Clearing the entire four feet of the surface, he came down hard on the other side with a grunt.
Smirking at his brother, Dean brought his gun up. His aim was for the hall they had just come through.
Too bad the creature wasn't coming from that direction.
The only warning the Winchester brothers had was a violent intake of breath. Both turned in time to see it coming at them from the other side of the dining room. The werewolf was on the high end of its arc, just coming down to pounce on them, then suddenly, it wasn't there any more. A hellish stream of light and heat blasted the creature, vaporizing most of it instantly.
Blown back in the shock wave, both men slammed in to the wall on the far side of the dining room. The table they had crossed, hit to their left, shattering on impact.
Dean was the first one to recover his wits enough to realize something different had happened. Ears still ringing and vision blurred, he knew better than to shake his head. The throbbing behind his eyes agreed with him. "Okay, that... what the hell, seriously?"
"I don't know, man." Sam slowly weaved his head from side to side, pumping his jaw opened and closed in an attempt to pop his ears. When he was certain he could lift his hand, he put a finger in his ear to help. He cried out as the pressure in his ear equalized and relief flooded him. "Oh, so much better."
Dean was about to make a crack, but he could hear footsteps coming their way. Raising his still shifting field of vision, he saw a black clad figure stopping where they had been moments before.
The figure checked on what remained of the werewolf, a few bones sticking in the walls and ceiling, before turning his attention on the Winchesters. That including pointing what was now obviously a gun. The glowing blue tip was all the more menacing now that they had a pretty good idea what it did.
Raising his hands, Dean cleared his throat. "Uh, we come in peace?"
Sam turned his head to glare at his brother. He instantly regretted it as his vision started to swim. Swallowing, he fought to keep his stomach down. "We come in peace? It's not an alien, Dean!"
Smarter than his brother, Dean slowly faced him. "I dunno about you, but that looks pretty much like a ray gun to me, Sammy! You wanna tell the nice alien in black it's not an alien, don't involve me." Twisting his neck so he was facing forward again, Dean gave his best grin. "Nice duds, very Johnny Cash. Thanks for the save, by the way, we owe you one."
Raising the visor on his mask, the figure blinked to adjust his eyes to the light. When he could see, he turned blue eyes on Dean and Sam. "Greetings, Earthlings."
Sam's jaw dropped.
The next moment, the man was snorting and inspecting the rest of the kitchen. "Very poor choice, hunting on the creature's own territory. You should have lured it out of the house, first." When he was reasonably certain there was no longer a threat, he lowered his weapon, but didn't take his hand off the trigger. "You may stand, if you are capable."
"Thanks." Using the wall, Dean slid up until he was standing. He decided to press his luck and take a step away from it. The man didn't take aim at him, but he raised his weapon slightly, which relieved Dean to no end. "So, uh, you new around here?"
"Is it that obvious?" His smile for Dean was instant and blinding.
Dean swallowed. Taking another step forward, he held out his hand. "Name's Dean. This here's my brother, Sam." He threw a thumb over his shoulder as the man accepted his handshake.
"Ianto Jones." Their handshake was quick, yet firm. When he released Dean's hand, he turned to take in Sam's appearance. "Are you uninjured?"
"I'm fine." Sam's climb to his feet was a little more shaky, but he made it. There was a moment of satisfaction in that, then he was back to focusing on the situation at hand. "Where did you get that?" He gestured to Ianto's weapon.
"This?" Ianto grinned as he held it up for inspection. "I made it."
"Really?" At Ianto's nod, Dean grinned. "That's so cool. Any chance I can get one?"
"Sorry, but the price of some of the parts are, to put it, out of this world."