I figured I'd better update this story soon XD Don't worry...I'm still trying to figure out the next chapter of "Here For You" and once I get some ideas, I'll begin workingon it :)
Also...thanx to Lazy-bum in the last chapter for pointing out that Gwen would have, indeed, been able to use Dean's blood to track his mana down ^^; I apologize for that error...it completely slipped my mind.
Supernatural (C) Eric Kripke :D
Ben 10 (C) Man of Action :D
BTW, this story takes place between between the Supernatural season 5 episodes "Abandon All Hope" and "Sam, Interrupted" and between the Ben 10: Ultimate Alien season 1 episodes "Reflected Glory" and "Deep".
Dean stumbled through the woods, trying to keep his tunneling vision clear as he followed the tracks of his quarry, sawed-off loaded with rock-salt held in one trembling hand as the other one was busy holding his wounded stomach, praying desperately that his stitches wouldn't pop and his internal organs wouldn't spill out into the mud. It had just been raining recently, and each careful footfall was like stepping on ice, which was doing nothing for his already poor stability and jeopardizing his stealth mission.
His breaths came in short, pained gasps, as if his lungs were being compressed from the inside. He hoped he found and ganked this bastard soon before he passed out. He knew it was a bad idea to leave the hospital so soon, but he just couldn't let Zs'Soberek get away with almost killing his brother, then him, and now gunning for the entire planet. He'd make him pay, no matter what it took.
Dean looked around and noticed that most of the trees were completely dead, some of which had been slashed completely in half with one fluid motion. Dean felt sick as he recalled that he nearly became like one of those trees. But he quickly shoved down the queasiness and focused the best he could on Zs'Soberek's trail. His legs were shaking with each step; Dean wondered how long he could go on before they gave out on him completely. He scraped by a bramble bush and continued past it without a second glance, oblivious to the hidden danger that was peering out at him with eight pairs of ruby, faceted eyes.
A deep, hungry growl gurgled up from within the depths of Zs'Soberek and he grinned maliciously as the alarmed hunter spun around just as he launched from his hiding spot, bellowing out a glass-shattering screech and raising his bladed arms. Dean quickly aimed the shotgun and fired off a shot. But his double vision and weakness caused the shot to go wild and miss, disappearing into the darkness. And unfortunately, that was when the last remaining ounce of energy he had stored within him was depleted. His eyes rolled back in his head and his knees buckled, sending him crashing down sideways into the mud, the shotgun slipping from his hands. Zs'Soberek flew over him and landed in a crouch a few feet behind where Dean had been standing.
Zs'Soberek growled again, turning back to face his fallen prey. He sneered.
"So you've come back, Levin? I'd have thought that you would've learned your lesson by now that it's futile to stop me." The alien stepped over the unconscious hunter and raised a blade to finish him off when a blast of pink energy sent him hurtling backwards into a tree. He crumpled to the ground, seeming to be out for the count.
Sam, Gwen, and Castiel had arrived in the nick of time to witness Zs'Soberek standing over a very still Dean ("Too still" Sam had thought with increasing trepidation), about to disembowel him once again. Gwen had fought off the weakness from the transportation spell to deliver a powerful blast of mana, which hit the alien squarely in the chest and knocked him back a few yards, giving Sam enough time to rush to his brother and check on him. Cas and Gwen followed a second later.
"Dean! Dean! Wake up!" Sam cried, grasping the lapels of Dean's leather and blue jackets in a vice-like grip. He tried rousing him by shaking, but Dean remained out cold. Sam's eyes traveled over his body, checking for any new injuries. The blood blossoming from Dean's belly, soaking through his green shirt made Sam's heart sink. He carefully lifted up the undershirt to check and was relieved to find that the bandage around his brother's mid-section was still intact and that the blood was only from a few stitches popping loose.
Sam dropped the shirt with a relieved sigh and then wrapped his gangly arms around his big brother's shoulders, pulling him tight against him in a bear hug, closing his eyes, and breathing in the familiar scent of the leather. The smell was enough to calm his nerves down a fraction of a bit. They had arrived just in time. A second sooner and Sam would no longer have a big brother.
"Is he alright?" Gwen asked fearfully. She and Cas stood a few feet behind the brothers.
"Yeah, yeah. He's fine," Sam replied, not looking at her. He then gripped Dean harder. "He's a stubborn pain in the ass, but he'll be fine if we get him out of here and back to the hospital where he belongs."
"I don't have enough power to teleport us back," Gwen said. "Teleportation spells take a lot out of me."
"I shall return us," Cas offered.
He was about to touch his fingertips to Gwen's and Sam's foreheads when a large, thick branch slammed into him. Cas was thrown back into a bush and was pinned under the heavy branch.
"Cas!" Sam exclaimed. He then looked up as he heard a low, irate growl behind him. Zs'Soberek had just woken up and grabbed the first thing he saw that he figured would cause serious damage and hurled it at the magical human who had appeared before his eyes earlier that day.
Sam was relieved that it had been Cas since he knew it would take a lot more than that to hurt an angel and that Cas could easily lift any amount of weight heavier than his vessel's, but he still couldn't help but feel concerned about his friend.
"No one is leaving here with their lives!" Zs'Soberek snarled, baring his large fangs in a frightful grin. "Those unfortunate enough to cross paths with me never make it out alive! And you, Ben Tennyson, are no exception!"
Sam mentally slapped his forehead, forgetting that everyone from this world, excluding Gwen, still saw him as the famous Ben 10 and Dean as Kevin Levin. He figured that was a good thing.
Sam signaled Gwen to watch over his brother, which she was more than obliged to do so. So as Gwen sat down where Sam had stationed himself, pulling Dean's head and shoulders onto her lap, Sam stood up, squaring his shoulders and giving Zs'Soberek a glare that would have anyone else flee in terror.
"You think that you're Mr. Badass Big-Shot, don't you?" Sam smirked icily, flexing his fingers; the knuckles and joints cracked. Zs'Soberek's grin faded and he stepped back a few inches. From the corner of his eyes, Sam saw Cas shove the branch off of him before standing up. Aside from a bloody lip, he sustained minimal injury and would heal himself later on.
Zs'Soberek hissed. "Your friend is no mere human, Tennyson. Yet he is unlike any other species I know of."
"I take it's probably because you've never heard of or seen an angel before." Sam responded coolly. He then held up the wrist that had the Ultrimatrix. "I've handled ghosts, ghouls, and vampires." Sam said, activating the device. "Shape-shifters, Daevas, and werewolves." He twisted the dial until the hologram of the alien he wanted showed up. Zs'Soberek was looking at him with a curious tilt of his head, wondering what he was going on about.
Sam continued. "I had even taken on angels and demons. So believe me when I say that I can take some greedy, ugly bastard from space without breaking a sweat."
Sam then slapped the faceplate down and a blinding green and white flash lit up the area, causing everyone to shield their eyes. When it vanished, they looked up at the new creature that stood in Sam's spot. Cas' mouth hung open and his electric blue eyes were bulging, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
Before them stood a humanoid, blue and black cloaked alien with bright, luminescent green eyes and a vent-like mouth. His skin was as black as coal with patches of blue in two tones decorating his arms and legs. He had four, long, slender fingers on each hand and his feet had three toes: two pointing forward and the third protruding from his heels.
Gwen was in awe. Even though she's seen this particular alien numerous time before, this one seemed a bit different. In fact, all of the aliens Sam had turned into had looked different somehow. She guessed it was because they weren't her cousin portraying them, but a stranger from another world.
Gwen realized that the aliens her cousin had been all looked young and adolescent, due to the Omnitrix fitting with the wearer's age. And now that she got a better look at Sam's version, she noticed that the shoulders looked broader and a bit more masculine. This version was also a few inches taller as well, matching Sam's Gigantor size of 6"4.
Sam flared his cloak open into massive, beautiful moth-like wings and a pair of antennae. Sam's alien body was slim and slender with a bit of muscle tone, much like his human one. He rather liked it. Since first catching a glimpse of the alien on the TV in one of their many motel rooms awhile back while waiting for Dean to get dressed so they could go interview a few witnesses, Sam has grown to like him a bit, even though Dean had called him "a freakishly overgrown, ugly-ass bug freak" and then had laughed at Sam for getting so involved in a kids' show.
"I'm sure Big-Chill won't break a sweat either," Sam-Chill spoke in a deep, ethereal voice that produced icy vapors each time he spoke.
He looked back at Cas and Gwen. Sam-Chill felt relieved when he saw Dean begin to stir, his long eyelashes brushing against his skin as his eyelids struggled to open. And when they did, revealing slivers of green, they immediately traveled over to where he stood.
"S'mmy?" Dean asked in a fragile, pained voice, his eyebrows furrowing. "Th't you?"
Sam-Chill smiled warmly at his brother, which looked a bit creepy to Dean. "Yes, Dean. It's me. You just relax and let me take care of this bastard for you. We can discuss your inability to listen and sit still later."
Dean risked rolling his eyes, soon regretting it and grimaced before looking back at his brother-turned-alien. He cleared his throat. "You really gonna save my sweet ass with Pansy Butterfly Man? Gee, Sammy. I knew you were always a girl but-" Dean paused to suck in a breath into his weak lungs. Talking was beginning to drain the last bit of strength he managed to use to regain consciousness. But now he was seeing black spots in his vision again. "-but y' c'dnt 'ave picked s'meone more manly?" he managed to get out before blacking out again.
Gwen placed one hand on his cheek and the other under his chin, checking for the pulse that was slowly but steadily beating, looking worriedly up at Sam-Chill, whose expression matched hers. He knew he had to get this fight over with as quickly as possible to get his brother the help he desperately needed. He turned back to face Zs'Soberek, only to find that the alien had vanished from where he had last seen him. He carefully scanned the trees but couldn't see any sign of where he could have ran off to.
"What the hell?" Sam-Chill thought uneasily.
"Sam!" Cas' cry startled him from his thoughts.
A guttural roar was his only warning as Zs'Soberek flew right over the heads of Gwen, Cas, and Dean from where he had been stalking Sam-Chill, who whirled around and prepared for one of the most epic fights he'd ever be in.
"Just hang on, Dean," he prayed desperately. "Don't die on me, big brother."
*_* My favorite Ben 10 character/alien and my favorite Winchester merged as one...Me gusta MUCHO! X3333
LMAO...also...based on what I've seen from the Ben 10 Ultimate Alien ep "Greetings from Techadon", Kevin looked about as tall as Dean and Big-Chill looked as tall as Sam, but because it may have been an animation error, I made Big-Chill sound smaller than Sammich here XD Sammy earned his nicknames of Gigantor, Giraffe, and Mooseman for a reason XDD