BTVS/SPN - All Hands on Deck
All Hands on DeckAugust Fic-a-day Challenge Contribution Date:
2 August 2013Characters:
Daniel "Oz" Osborne, Jo Harvelle and Ellen HarvelleTimeline/Authors Notes:
BTVS: Post season 7 AU. SPN: Season 5. Not sure I like this, but I wanted to try something different. Disclaimer:
I own nothing. Buffy and Angel people belong to Joss and Mutant Enemy. Supernatural belongs to whoever owns them.Summary:
Oz has never met a hunter before.
Oz has never met a hunter before. At least not in human form, but he knows enough about them to avoid them at all costs. They're the type of people to shoot supernatural creatures first and ask questions later. He really should just leave, especially since there are two of them here, but he can't.
It's the end of the world, so it's all hands on deck.
Word has spread fast in the supernatural community that Lucifer is loose from his cage and it's going to be fire and brimstone if they don't stop him. They need every abled hand helping, and if that means hanging out with hunters, well, Oz will hang out with them.
As far as apocalypses go, though, Oz really isn't that impressed. Maybe living on the Hellmouth has ruined him for all other apocalypses, or maybe knowing that the Scooby Gang is on the case makes him feel more relaxed than everyone else.
Well, he's pretty sure he's more relaxed than the two hunters sitting at the bar next to him. The two women (who smell so much alike that he suspects that they're mother and daughter), sit rigidly, watching the room carefully. He doesn't know if they're hunting or not, but he's pretty sure that they've walked into the bar by accident. Either that, or they've got a death wish.
The bar is filled with demons, and not the Sunnydale kind.
Oz has another drink of his beer and takes a deep breath, the telltale scent of sulphur burning his nose. When he puts his glass down on the bar the two hunters jump at the loud sound, and it's only then that Oz realises just how quiet the bar has become.
Not the best of signs.
Knowing that there's really not a lot of time, Oz turns to the two women beside him.
"Hey," he greets them. It's not the best of starts, but it gets their attention.
The younger woman, the blonde turn towards him, while her mom continues to nurse her drink and clutch the gun everyone knows is under her jacket.
He wonders if she knows it's not going to help them.
"Can I help you?" the blonde asks, her tone cold.
"Yeah, I'm Oz."
The blonde frowns, but offer her name before she thinks better of it. "Jo."
She stares at him for a full minute before narrowing her eyes at him. "Can I help you, Oz?"
"Actually, I think maybe I can help you." He contemplates, for a moment, if maybe he should talk more quietly, or not be quite so obvious, but he decides against it. Subtle really isn't the style of the Scooby Gang and, well, once a Scooby always a Scooby.
"Is that right?" she replies.
"You know you're probably going to die here, tonight, don't you?"
The question causes both the woman to focus on him, along with all the demons. Good, that was good.
"The bar is filled with demons, and they're going to kill you," he continues on, before pausing thoughtfully. "Probably me, too."
"Excuse me?" the mom asks.
"It's their smell," he goes onto explain. "They smell like sulphur... and death."
Both women go for their guns, and the demons all stand.
So does Oz. Lucky for the two women, he's standing between them and the majority of the demons. If they're smart, they'll be able to kill the three demons between them and the door and make a run for it.
Oz on the other hand, probably won't be that lucky.
"Go for the door, get out, I'll distract these guys." Most of the demons in the room laugh, amused.
"It's not much of a distraction when we know what you're doing?" one of the demons yell.
Oz shrugs. "Okay, so not really, a distraction. More like an obstacle."
The demons laugh again, but the laughter turns to cursing as Oz's wolf bursts from his skin.
For a fraction of a second, before the wolf takes complete control, he wonders if he's doing the right thing, but he quickly pushes the thought aside. The demons are smart, they won't want to confront him directly, they won't want to damage their meat-suits.
Besides, he's spent the last decade of his life learning to control his wolf and, well, like Buffy said when she called...
It's all hands on deck. -End-