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This story is No. 3 in the series "It's Far From Over". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: After an attack on the SGC the Stargate Program finds out about the supernatural and a secret plan of an old enemy who is set on taking over the Earth. Greatly weakened in numbers the SGP begins to recruit while starting to hunt down their enemy.

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Multiple Crossings > Faith-Centered
Stargate > Faith-Centered > Pairing: Other
charmingangelFR181047,9211269,52531 Jul 121 Dec 12No

Chapter 10: Supernatural

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Fandoms & Characters in this chapter:

BTVS: Willow Rosenberg
Supernatural: Bobby Singer, Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Veronica Mars: Veronica Mars

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Alternate Reality:

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Veronica Mars cursed and stopped at the side of the road. The damn rental car’s navigation system had stopped working again, and she really had no idea where the hell she was. She had been on her way to interview a witness in her new case, but must have taken a wrong turn. There was absolutely nothing out here, not even the backwater town she was looking for. Pulling out her mobile Veronica tried to call Mac, who she was sure would be able to find out where she was online. After all, her friend probably could hack satellites to find Veronica if she was so inclined. Unfortunately there was no cell service. Veronica groaned. She really was in the middle of nowhere! Her boss was so going to pay for sending her out here. Just because he was a senior agent didn’t mean he could do whatever the hell he wanted. He might be senior, but he wasn’t half the investigator she was. Her record was proof of that, and once she was done with her boss, he’d know it, too. Veronica started making plans of how to get back at him without it being traced back to her, but soon pushed that thought away. She had a witness to find after all. There would be time for payback later.

Okay, she thought. She’d just keep driving. The road had to lead to somewhere, right?

After driving for about 5 minutes Veronica spotted a cottage not far from the road. Turning off the main road she drove up to it. Maybe whoever lived there could give her directions. Stopping in front of the building Veronica narrowed her eyes. It looked abandoned and a little creepy. Great, with her luck there was probably absolutely no one around. Or maybe she’d run into a serial killer. That would fit. Sighing Veronica glanced at her mobile. Still no service.

“Looks like I’m doing this,” she mumbled, grabbed her purse with her gun and FBI badge and got out of the car. Then the cottage was suddenly illuminated by a greenish light. Apparently there was someone here after all, she thought while shielding her eyes from the light.

When the light finally faded Veronica blinked, then froze.

“What the hell?” she exclaimed looking around surprised. She was no longer next to the cottage, the rental was gone, and she wasn’t even outside anymore. She was in some kind of weird looking corridor. How the hell had she gotten here? Had she been knocked out and dragged in here? But why was she standing then? This made absolutely no sense.

Pulling her gun Veronica looked around uneasily. Something very strange was going on, but she’d get to the bottom of it, just like she always did.

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Day 4 – Atlantis – afternoon:

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Dean raised an eyebrow at the redhead. She was weird. He still had no idea who she was, but for the moment finding out who she was wasn’t at the top of his list of priorities. Ignoring her for now he looked at Castiel.

“What exactly are you sorry for, where are we, and what the hell just happened?” he asked.

“We closed the doorway to purgatory,” Castiel answered while pushing himself up into a sitting position. “And in addition stopped realities from merging.”

“That’s good… right?” Dean asked.

Cas nodded, but didn’t look up, feeling unable to meet his friends’ eyes. He had failed miserably. Dean, Sam and Bobby had been right. Working with the king of hell and opening purgatory was a really bad idea. What had he been thinking? Of course it was a bad idea, he always knew that. He just felt that the ends justified the means. He had to stop Raphael and keep him from starting the apocalypse all over again. Dean and especially Sam had sacrificed too much; he couldn’t let it have been for nothing. Still, he should have known better than to pursue a plan that involved opening purgatory! And even more importantly he should have listened to his friends.

“Then what are you sorry for?” Bobby wanted to know.

“I couldn’t close purgatory on my own. I needed help, but I didn’t find it in our reality in time. Through the opening of doorways I could feel Willow…” Castiel gestured at the redhead who was pushing herself up into a sitting position now. “She was trying to keep realities from merging as well, but wasn’t strong enough on her own either. Since it was all my fault I thought it was only fair that I went to her so we could join forces…” He stopped talking and sighed.

“So, what you’re saying is that we’re no longer in our reality?” Sam asked staring at Castiel. “And that since you closed the doorways we can’t go home?”

“No, that is not what he’s saying,” Dean objected. Sam and Bobby glanced at him with pity in their eyes, as if to say ‘it’s exactly what he’s saying!’ Dean frowned. “Tell them, Cas!”

Castiel finally looked up. “I am sorry, Dean.”

Dean stared at him. “So what, we’re stuck here, wherever here is? No…” he muttered shaking his head. “I call bullshit. There has to be something you can do. You’re a freaking angel. You opened purgatory and ate who knows how many souls to make you even stronger! And now you’re trying to tell me you can’t get us home?”

Castiel looked down again. “I’m sorry, Dean, I can’t…”

“Of course you can!” Dean objected quickly.

“What would you have him do? Open another doorway that allows realties to collide again? You do know what that would mean, don’t you? It could destroy everything, in every reality affected!” Willow said while getting up. Then she held her hand out to Castiel and helped him up before turning to face the other men. “I am sorry that you are stuck here, but until we find a safe way to try and send you from one reality to another you aren’t going anywhere. Your friend here already caused enough damage. A lot of creatures escaped from purgatory and I think most are in this world. The last thing we need right now is another apocalypse.”

Dean, Sam and Bobby groaned when she said the word apocalypse.

“Willow is right. We cannot go home right now, and even if it was possible, I can’t leave while the escaped souls from purgatory roam this world. I let them escape, I have to stop them,” Castiel said. It was his fault that they escaped, his fault that this world was in danger. He needed to take responsibility and try to make up for what he did. It was the least he could do. He looked at Bobby, then Sam and last at Dean. “I have to go find them. Stay with Willow, you can trust her.”

“What?” Dean asked startled. He was supposed to trust some crazy chick that he suspected was a witch or some sort of supernatural creature, and that based on the word of an angel who worked with the king of hell and opened purgatory? Yeah, right… However, before he could say anything else Castiel vanished.

“Cas!” Dean roared. He felt like stomping his foot and yelling for Castiel to come back and at least talk to them after the mess he caused, but was distracted when Sam groaned, held his head and fell to his knees.

“Sam!” he called and quickly knelt down beside his brother. With everything that had happened he had momentarily forgotten that his brother had started remembering hell not too long ago. “Sam, talk to me, what can we do to help?”

“What is wrong with him?” Willow asked, kneeling down as well.

“None of your damn business,” Dean snapped.

“I might be able to help.”

“We don’t need your kind of help,” Dean stated bitterly, then he heard another voice.

“Freeze, FBI!”

“You’ve got to be freaking kidding me,” Dean grumbled while turning slightly to see a blonde standing a few feet away, gun pointed at them.

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Veronica Mars had walked through the weird building she suddenly found herself in until she came upon a group of people, and just like that her luck went from bad to worse. She probably shouldn’t have joked about running into a serial killer earlier. She should have known that with her luck it would actually happen. And she wasn’t just faced with one, but two serial killers, and two of the most famous ones within the FBI on top of it. Sam and Dean Winchester had made quite the name for themselves over the past years, and as if killing several people wasn’t enough, on top of that they were legendary for mysteriously escaping custody whenever they were caught. Their case was one hell of a mystery in itself as well. Veronica had read their entire file during her time as an intern. Sorting through files had been her first and most boring duty at the FBI, but she had decided to use that to her advantage and had started to get familiar with all open cases, in case she might be able to solve them. She had done just that with several of them. The Winchester case however was still wide open and the mysterious killers at large… until now. Veronica would be damned if she let them slip away again. They might be good at escaping, but they hadn’t met her yet. Maybe her luck hadn’t taken a turn for the worse after all. If she could take these two in it could be a career maker.

“Don’t even think about trying anything stupid. If I have to I will shoot you, and I’m pretty sure I’d even get a medal for it,” she warned.

Dean groaned. Of course a rookie FBI agent had to find them now and make an already sucky situation even worse. As if they didn’t have enough problems right now.

“Look, I know you think you know who we are, but trust me, you have absolutely no idea,” he said while getting to his feet and holding his hands up slightly. Then he looked the FBI agent up and down, trying to judge how much of a threat she actually was. He had to admit that she was pretty hot, even for an annoying FBI agent.

Veronica snorted. “Trust you? Yeah, right. I don’t trust anybody on the best of days; I’m not going to start with a serial killer.”

Dean sighed, then glanced at Willow who was standing next to him. Right now some of her hocus-pocus might be a good idea.

Willow smirked slightly when she saw the look on Dean’s face. “So now you do want my help?” she asked silently. “How about you explain first why an FBI agent thinks you’re a serial killer.” Castiel might have said that his friends could trust her, but he never said she could trust them. Besides, all she knew was that Castiel was an angel from another reality and had helped her save the world, which he apparently endangered in the first place. Yes, she had felt that he was a good person when they worked together, but did she completely trust him? She wasn’t sure. So, why should she trust his friends who she knew even less?

“Because he is,” Veronica interrupted. “They both are,” she added gesturing at Dean and Sam.

“No we’re not,” Sam said while finally standing up as well and trying very hard to push away his memories of hell.

“It’s all a big misunderstanding,” Dean added. “A very inconvenient one, which I am rather tired of.” They didn’t kill people, they saved them, they even saved the whole damn world and Sam paid the price for it by going to hell. They stopped the freaking apocalypse and in the public eye they were still enemy number one and two.

“If it really is just a big misunderstanding why don’t you come with me, face a trial and we’ll see…?”

Dean snorted. Right… if they started explaining things they’d end up in the loony bin, and that would be the best case scenario. If they were locked up in a cell chances were someone or better something found and killed them before a trial could even start.

“How about we all calm down and talk about this?” Bobby suggested, interrupting the agent. They didn’t have to wait for a trial and convince a jury, all they had to do was convince one FBI agent right now.

“Shut up… all of you,” Dean exclaimed.

“No need to get all pissy,” Bobby grumbled.

“I mean it… shut up,” Dean said again looking around.

“What is it?” Sam asked. He could tell by the look on Dean’s face that this wasn’t about Dean being in a bad mood, though he probably was. His brother must have heard something.

“I don’t know,” Dean admitted. “But there’s something…”

Willow looked around and tried to expand her senses. A lot of creatures had escaped from purgatory after all. They could be anywhere in this world, including just around the corner. There was something nearby, she could feel it, but she couldn’t pinpoint its location. Closing the doorway to purgatory had taken a lot out of her. Using magic was harder than usually.

“You really think I am going to fall for this?” Veronica asked with a snort just before something rushed towards Dean, Sam and the others. It was moving too fast for Veronica to comprehend what was going on until she heard a scream.

“Bobby!” Sam called as something jumped on the older hunter. Then it was pulled away by Dean. The next second shots erupted.

“What the hell was that?” Veronica shouted as the creature – it definitely didn’t look human – disappeared from her view. “And where did it go?” she wanted to know while reloading her gun quickly and glancing around.

“Wendigo,” Dean answered looking around frantically. Then he spotted it as it rushed towards the FBI agent. Not even hesitating for a second Dean rushed forward.

Still looking for the creature Veronica noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. Turning she saw Dean coming towards her. Her eyes widened. How could she have been stupid enough to take her eyes off him and Sam? They were killers! She pulled her gun up, but Dean tackled her before she could shoot.

The Wendigo jumped just as Dean pushed the blonde out of the way, but he wasn’t fast enough. Pain exploded through his back as sharp claws crazed him while he and the women started to fall. Repressing a scream Dean landed on top of the FBI agent.

Veronica groaned as she hit the ground hard. Then she quickly pushed at Dean while trying to fight off the panic that threatened to consume her. She was not going to end up as the victim of a serial killer!

Willow sucked in a breath as the Wendigo sunk its claws into Dean’s back. Summoning as much magic as she could manage she telekinetically pulled the Wendigo off him and threw it into the wall as hard as she could. It landed on the ground with a thudding noise, looking dazed.

“Get off me,” Veronica yelled while pushing Dean off and scrambling out from under him. Then she quickly grabbed the gun she had dropped when he tackled her and pointed it at him, breathing hard. “Don’t even think about it!”

“Seriously?” Dean asked with a wince. His back felt like it was on fire. “I just saved your fucking life!” he almost yelled.

“How about you point the gun at that,” Willow called pointing at the Wendigo. “Or even better, shoot it.”

“Wendigos can’t be killed with a gun,” Sam pointed out.

Willow turned to him. “How can they be killed?”

“Fire,” Dean answered, just as the Wendigo started to stir.

Fire… Of course it couldn’t be something simple. Willow didn’t think they’d have much luck with a pocket lighter, not that she had one with her anyway. If she just didn’t feel so drained; summoning a fireball wasn’t that hard, under normal circumstances.

Veronica briefly glanced to the weird creature, then back at Dean, who was slightly slumped forward, looking as if he was… in pain? He said he saved her life. Had that creature attacked without her realizing it? And what the hell was it? The others called it a Wendigo, but she had never heard that word before, neither had she ever seen something like that thing. It was taller than a human, very thin, had pale greenish skin, disfigured features and long claws. It looked like a monster out of nightmares… and it was getting up.

The Wendigo roared angrily while getting to its feet. It was now or never, Willow thought and summoned the last of her strength. A tiny fireball appeared in her hand. She would have laughed about its size if she hadn’t felt so exhausted. The Wendigo jumped and Willow threw the fireball, hitting it in the chest. She faintly noticed that it immediately caught fire and went ablaze in a matter of seconds. She smiled slightly, then collapsed.

“Nice,” Dean exclaimed as the Wendigo went down. Then he turned to look at the witch, who might be more useful than he had anticipated. Not that he trusted her, but for the moment she was an ally at least. As he looked up Willow collapsed. Luckily Sam caught her just in time. Dean didn’t think he would have been fast enough himself. His back still felt like it was on fire. “She gonna be okay?” he asked.

“I think so,” Sam answered while putting her down on the ground. “Her breathing is steady. Probably just exhausted. What about Bobby?”

Dean’s eyes widened. Right, Bobby! The Wendigo had taken him down earlier. He quickly turned around, ignoring the pain in his back, and checked on the older hunter. He was out cold and had a few claw marks, but nothing too serious as far as Dean could tell.

“Still breathing,” Dean said.

Veronica felt like everything around her was moving in slow motion. She guessed her brain was having difficulties absorbing what she just witnessed. First she appeared in a completely different place without any indication of what happened, then she ran into serial killers just before a weird monster-like creature attacked. And to top it all off a young woman had thrown some kind of fireball at the creature which burned it to death. Yeah, she really wasn’t surprised that even her brain was having difficulties coming to terms with that. Still, she couldn’t just bury her head in the sand – metaphorically speaking of course, since there was no sand wherever the hell she was – and wait for better times. In her experience one could wait lifetimes for better times and still be disappointed. Cynical? Maybe, but cynical she could handle, while freaking out about supernatural events was not an option. She was an FBI agent after all, and even more importantly, she was Veronica Mars! She did not freak out! She dealt with whatever was thrown at her, no matter what it was, and she always came out on top. Defeat was not an option. She didn’t even know the word! Alright, first things first… threat assessment. Nothing was attacking her right now. No other monsters had shown up. The only people around were the fireball-throwing woman, who was just pushing herself off the ground slightly after recovering from passing out, an unconscious older man and the mysterious suspected serial killers, Sam and Dean Winchester. The woman and older guy didn’t seem to be threats right now, and if she was honest with herself, she was actually having doubts about whether the Winchesters were threats to her either, or ever had been. Dean even might have saved her. That creature had been fast, and now that her brain seemed to be working properly again she noticed rather large bloody claw marks on Dean’s back. She didn’t remember seeing him being attacked, which meant that the only time he could have gotten them was when he tackled her. Veronica winced slightly.

“So, you actually saved me from… that,” she said looking at Dean and gesturing at the Wendigo.

“You catch on fast,” Dean said sarcastically.

“Give me a break; I was attacked by a serial killer. You can’t expect me to have had eyes for anything else,” she retorted.

“Accused serial killer,” Dean muttered before adding: “Wrongfully.”

“I’m not sure about the wrongful part yet,” Veronica stated.

“Yeah, you are,” Dean said before shaking Bobby slightly. “Come on man, wake up, we have to get out of here!”

“What makes you so sure of that?” Veronica asked.

“You’re not pointing that gun at me,” Dean answered. “And I have a feeling that you’re smart enough to realize that there might be explanations for the murders we were accused of that nobody has considered yet.” He gestured at the Wendigo.

“So… what you’re saying is that something like… that …” She pointed at the Wendigo once more. “…killed all the people you supposedly murdered, and that you just happened to be nearby every single time?”

“Not exactly like that,” Dean replied. “And quit calling it a that, it’s a Wendigo for crying out loud.” He sighed, but then calmed down slightly when Bobby stirred and opened his eyes. “Finally. Come on, Bobby, get your bearings so we can go.”

“The Wendigo?” Bobby asked while pushing himself up.

“Dead,” Dean answered him before turning back to the FBI agent. “Wendigos aren’t the only creatures out there, and we were nearby when those people died because we tried to help them. It’s what we do.”

“You fight those creatures?” Veronica asked. “But that’s dangerous, isn’t it?”

Dean snorted. “We hunt them, yes. And yeah it is, but somebody’s gotta do it.”

Veronica stared at Dean as he and the older man got up. Could she really have been so wrong about him and his brother? Could they all have been so wrong? Yeah, she decided, they could have been and probably were. Nobody would ever have considered that something supernatural was going on. She almost snorted at the thought. She had just witnessed that Wendigo and the witchy fireball-throwing, and she still had a hard time believing any of it. If the Wendigo’s burned body wasn’t still lying on the ground a few feet away and giving off an awful burned smell she might have talked herself into thinking that it was just a hallucination or something. She sighed. Apparently a lot of things that she thought were impossible were actually very real and very possible. It would also explain how Sam and Dean always managed to escape custody. They probably had ways of getting away that nobody else had. And those witness testimonies now made sense, too. There were a bunch of people who claimed that the Winchesters were innocent, but couldn’t tell what actually happened. The FBI thought they were either crazy or suffering from Stockholm Syndrome, but Veronica now felt like she had a pretty good idea why the witnesses couldn’t or better wouldn’t tell them what they saw. They’d end up in the psych ward.

Veronica’s eyes fixed on Dean, seeing him in a whole different light now. Then he stumbled and she quickly stepped towards him, reaching out to steady him.

“Thanks,” Dean mumbled, then winced when her arms went around him to help support him.

“Sorry,” she quickly said. “And thanks… you know, for saving me from that Wendigo.”

Dean smirked and looked down at her. Veronica had a feeling that he now saw her in a different light as well.

“How about we get out of here. Once we’re safe and alone you can show me just how sorry and thankful you are…”

“Seriously?” Veronica asked pulling back and hitting him slightly in the shoulder. She however felt bad about it as soon as she saw his wince and how unsteady he still was on his feet. With a sigh she went back to supporting him. He had saved her after all and was hurt because of it. “Does that line usually work?” she then asked.

“More often than you’d think,” Sam mumbled before adding: “Unfortunately.”

“You’re just jealous,” Dean said.

Veronica glanced at the redhead, who just stepped next to her, and they both rolled their eyes. “Men!” they muttered in unison and shared an amused smirk. “I’m Willow Rosenberg by the way.”

“Veronica Mars.”

“Bobby Singer,” Bobby butted in before adding: “Now that the introductions are done, how about we get the hell away from here. I don’t want to be around if something else that escaped purgatory feels like finding a snack.” He felt awful enough already.

“Right,” Willow agreed. She really wasn’t in the condition to face anything else either. “Transporter’s that way,” she added and started walking.

“Transporter?” Veronica asked. “And where are we anyway?” Willow turned back to her with what Veronica could only decipher as pity in her eyes.

“Oh, right… since you know them,” she said gesturing at the men. “You probably are from an alternate reality, too.”

“What?” Veronica asked startled. She really hadn’t thought that anything could surprise her anymore after the last events, but apparently she had been wrong yet again.

“Welcome to my world,” Dean muttered next to her.

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They hadn’t made it halfway to the transporter when a high pitched scream echoed through the hallways of the city.

“That better not be another one of your supernatural creatures,” Veronica stated, her voice sounding a little unsteady. Her mind was still reeling from the encounter with the Wendigo and the news that she apparently was in another reality. She hadn’t even started to process the ramifications of being in an alternate reality. How did that even work? Was it like on that TV show… Sliders? Was there a device that could take them back home? Would they have to search for the right reality?

“They aren’t our creatures,” Dean pointed out, pulling Veronica out of her thoughts, which was probably a good thing. Wondering about a fictional series wouldn’t help her in her current situation. She had to focus and stay alert.

“You going to be okay on your own?” she asked, looking at Dean while pulling out her gun. If they were attacked she wanted to be able to move freely to have a better chance at defending them. She was the only one who seemed to be in any condition to fight after all. Willow was still rather pale and a little unsteady, Bobby looked like he was about to pass out at any second, Dean was bleeding all over the place and Sam… Veronica had no idea what was wrong with him. He had the worst haunted look she had ever seen on a person and he kept stumbling and holding his head as if it hurt. Under normal circumstances she would have asked if he was alright, but she had a feeling that she didn’t want to know what his problem actually was. He might answer her and turn her world even more upside down than it already was. She didn’t think she was ready for that.

“I’m fine,” Dean said. He might feel weak, but he had been through worse. Sam wasn’t the only one who had been in hell after all. A little pain in his back was nothing against what he had been through already. To try and prove his point he straightened up a little, but regretted that almost as soon as he did it.

Veronica raised an eyebrow at Dean. She had the feeling he was trying to play tough guy. Well, fine with her, she decided and started looking around closely while they walked along the corridor.

“Transporter’s around that corner. It can take us to the infirmary,” Willow announced, but before they could reach it an utterly grotesque creature with blood red skin and eyes that burned like fire came around the corner, walking on three legs with black hooves. It sniffed, then looked at them. Willow had the feeling that it was smiling. A chill went down her back; it was that kind of smile.

“What the hell is that?” Veronica asked in a whisper, somehow not wanting to speak any louder. “And more importantly, will a gun work this time?”

“Not a clue,” Dean replied just as silently. Sam and Bobby shook their heads.

“Must be something new straight out of purgatory,” Dean muttered, once more feeling rather annoyed with Castiel. Why couldn’t the damn angel just have listened to him, he wondered as the creature came rushing at them.



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