(A/N: The Ghost Rider 'verse used here is basically comicverse set about a year after the events of the Vicious Cycle arc, with some slight nods to the Movieverse. One major change is that I've omitted the events of the Dan Ketch arc of the 90's, mainly because I haven't read them. So Johnny was in hell for 10 years rather than the canonical 2.
A/N2: For Supernatural, this is set after the episode Heaven and Hell, before the episode On the Head of the Pin.
Done as Collab with Wyn Anastasia)
Hell Bent for Leather
On a lonely desert highway in Eastern Nevada a black '67 Impala streaked down the hot two-lane blacktop perhaps doing a tad more than the seventy-mile an hour speed limit. Inside the brothers Dean and Sam Winchester were researching their latest case, or at least Sam was. Rather than being productive, Dean was singing (if you could call it that) along with his Ozzy Osbourne tape while Sam perused Police Reports on his laptop.
The younger Winchester looked over at his brother, currently in full head-banging mode, and decided that his developing headache meant that he was done waiting for the metal-fest to end. That, and their car was beginning to weave on the road.
"Dean, turn the music down!"
Dean glanced at his brother, faux innocence on his face, "Sorry, can't hear you!" he gestured uselessly at his ear.
Sam pursed his lips, then reached down and stabbed the eject button, "I've finished going through the reports. Over the last week or so, five comatose people have been found with their eyes burned out. None of them have woken up yet, I'm betting their souls are gone."
"Demon?" Dean discretely reached over and popped his tape back in.
"Maybe," Sam gave his brother a look and Dean meekly turned the volume down, "Demons don't usually just burn someone's eyes out and leave."
"An angel then?" Dean suggested, "Cas's 'vestige' burned out Pamela's eyes."
"Only Pam isn't in a coma." Sam quickly shot the theory down.
"What's more powerful that an angel? God?" Dean scoffed. Angels were walking around for the first time in two thousand years, and they seemed to believe he was important enough to drag out of Hell. But, come on, some all-powerful dude looking out him? Sure, and Sam was all unicorns and rainbows.
Dean shook the thought away and looked over at his brother, who was leaning against the window watching the desert landscape fly by, "So… Hollywood again." He raised his eyebrows suggestively.
"Dean," Sam stretched out the name warningly, "You are not going after any actresses."
"Come on Sammy! Tara was hot, and that other chick, uh, Cindy. She was very smooth."
"Wasn't her name Sandy?" Sam asked without looking at his brother.
"No, it was Cindy. Cindy. Sandy's the other one, lives up on the coast." A pleased look drifted over Dean's face as he reminisced.
Sam made a disgusted sound and went back to his laptop. He had better things to do than discuss the multitudes of women his brother had *cough* relations *cough* with.
The cockpit of the Impala was free of chatter while Sam switched his search from police reports to Hollywood tabloids. A little Men In Black maybe, but the tabloids tend to catch things that other news sources didn't. After a few minutes, he found an interesting article. "Well, that's odd."
"Something happened on the set of that doctor show you like."
"Dr. Sexy MD?" Suddenly, Dean was all ears, "What happened?"
"They were filming a scene about performing a heart surgery, when one of the actresses had a heart attack," Sam skimmed the article for anything else, then looked up as at his brother, "That is way too coincidental."
Dean smirked, "I think it's time for us to sneak onto the movie sets again."
Meanwhile, in Hollywood, Johnny Blaze was whistling as he weaved in and out of traffic on his way to work. It was a beautiful, sunny day. He wasn't in Hell any more, he didn't have to worry about hunting down Lucifer, and he had a job again! Even better, it was a job working as a stunt-rider for a T.V. show. And not just any TV show, but the remake of Stunt Master. Funny how people's life could come full circle.
Johnny stopped to show his identification to the guard, smiling as he remembered Utermahole and Armstrong, the old studio guards that had hated his guts, then steered Grace toward the Stunt Master set. Life was good.
Several hours later, Johnny had finished his stunts for the day and was leaning back in his chair idly watching several other stunt men play poker when he spotted something unusual. He had gotten to know all of the actors and costumes used on Stunt Master, and so could tell quite easily that the two plainclothes men walking by the set did not belong. Wandering idly if they were lost extras from another movie, Johnny keyed into their conversation.
"I heard they were remaking Stunt Master, but I didn't think it was true." The taller one whispered to his companion.
"Whatever it is, it's not the set we're looking for," his friend hissed back.
Okay, so not extras but civilians who had snuck in. Most actors would've called security, but Johnny thought that it was rather funny and decided that, since he was finished for the day, he might as well give them a tour. They had obviously worked very hard to get here, after all.
"Hey, boys, y'all lost?" Johnny smiled as he walked over to the two men.
"No." Dean denied smoothly, "I'm a PA, just had to go pick up some stuff, you know."
"Then who's he?" Johnny looked at Sam, "PA to the PA?"
Johnny laughed, "It's cool, I'm not gonna call security on y' or anything. Fact, how 'bout I give you boys a tour?"
Now Dean was suspicious, "And why would you do that?"
Johnny shrugged, "Because I'm finished for the day and have nothing better to do. Besides, if you're with me, you don't have to worry about getting kicked out."
Sam scrutinized Johnny, then nodded, "Alright. I'm Sam, this is my brother Dean."
"Coll. I'm Johnny Blaze."
At this statement, Dean's eyes widened almost comically, "The motorcycle daredevil?" He had been wondering why the man seemed so familiar.
Johnny grinned, "That's me." They started walking away towards the hub of the studio.
"So, you're one of the stunt guys for the new stunt master show?" Dean asked idly as they walked.
"Yep," Johnny turned to head for the rather impressive Universal Back Lot, "Real funny how that works; I was a stuntman on the original too."
"I think I remember that."
Sam sighed and decided to try and shift the conversation back to the brother's original mission, "So, do you know where the set for, uh, Dr. Sexy MD is?"
"Isn't that that doctor show?" Johnny frowned as he looked around, "I think I know where the set is. This way."
"Did you hear about what happened on the set last week?" Sam asked casually as they wound their way through a group of rowdy cowboys.
"The whole heart attack thing?" Johnny laughed, "Pretty funny, huh?"
"Funny?" Dean sounded rather offended, "My favorite actress had to be rushed to the hospital."
The biker shrugged, "I don' really like that show or any o' the actors. Besides, she's fine, coming back tomorrow matter o' fact." He fished around in his pocket for a moment before producing a bag of jellybeans, "Jellies?"
"Sweet!" Dean grabbed a couple and munched contentedly as they continued their private tour.