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twisted_slinkyFandom: Supernatural/Darkwing Duck
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Rating/Contents: PG-13
Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Darkwing, Gosalyn, Launchpad, Morgana, with a special guest star later!
Warnings: Um… cartoonish violence, spoilers for previous Buffy/Darkwing xover, The Building Blocks of Good and Evil, light swearing
Summary: Set after The Building Blocks of Good and Evil (an interlude story). SPN S6. While on an ordinary hunt, Sam and Dean find themselves pulled into an unusual circumstance. They arrive in St. Canard and meet Darkwing and co. just in time for the main event: another attempt at an apocalypse.
Disclaimer: I don't own Darkwing Duck, Supernatural, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or any related characters. DW belongs to Disney, SPN belongs to Kripke, and Buffy belongs to Whedon. For fun only.
Author's Notes: *laughs evilly* I am the chosen one! I, alone, have the power to take this plot seriously! *laughs evilly a bit more* Okay, but seriously, this is set in the same universe as The Building Blocks of Good and Evil, and it's set in between that story and its yet-to-be-written sequel, Devil You Don't Know. Although this is technically a three-way crossover between Darkwing Duck, Supernatural, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, it is mostly between Darkwing Duck and Supernatural. Anything you don't know about what happened in Building Blocks will be revealed here. You won't need to read the other story, and you won't really need to know too much about the Buffy universe. I'll reveal everything you need to know. (So it's spoilry for that other story, if you're interested in it.) That being said, enjoy!
Chapter Three: In Which There is Much Exposition
They literally dropped Megavolt off on the front steps. Actually, they tossed him out, watching his unconscious form skid to a stop just before the double glass doors of the police station. From there, Darkwing sped his way through town—managing not to catch a single red light—until they were suddenly on a very large suspension bridge. And never, in all their days, would the Winchesters be able to attest as to how it happened, but suddenly they were driving up one of the large coils. Dean—who was wedged into the sidecar with Gosalyn—gripped the sides of his seat until his knuckles turned white. Sam, meanwhile, kept having to fight the urge to yank his feet up even higher than they already were, leaning around Launchpad to watch Darkwing drive right up inside one of the towers. They came to a stop on a large metal landing pad, and Darkwing killed the motor of the vehicle. A hydraulic hiss sounded as the platform began to lower itself down to the floor of the tower. As soon as it clicked into place in the otherwise tiled floor, Gosalyn launched herself out of the sidecar.
"Okay, we need answers!" she said.
"Us first," Dean said, unfolding himself out of the bike. "Where are we?"
Sam did something similar as he came to stand beside his brother. Darkwing removed his helmet, hooking it over one of the handlebars, as he and Launchpad got off as well.
"Darkwing Tower," the masked hero answered. "I need to make sure that it's safe to bring you to Morgana's."
"So you brought us to your hideout instead?" Sam questioned.
Darkwing blinked, looking a bit bashed. But he recovered his stern look with a glance as Gosalyn advanced on Dean, one finger extended out toward him.
"Okay, bub, everything out. Now," she ordered.
"Hey, hey!" Dean called, raising his hands up. "We saved you from the electric rat, remember?"
"That's true, DW. They did save us while you were dealing with Megavolt," Launchpad said kindly.
"But we still know nothing about them," Darkwing replied calmly.
"Yeah!" Gosalyn said, striding forward again. "So talk!"
"Fine! What do you want to know?" Dean said.
"Uh… um," Gosalyn faltered, as if she hadn't quite thought this interrogation through. Darkwing sighed, running a hand down his face as she recovered. "Okay, how about, what were you doing before you got here?"
"We were hunting a shapeshifter that was… um, attacking college-aged girls," Sam answered.
Gosalyn cocked her head to the right. "A shapeshifter? Like, it could look like anybody?"
Both boys nodded, and an almost wicked grin lit up the duckling's face. "Cool… Like, could it be a mutant ninja slug from mars with purple, slimy fangs?"
Dean's eyes searched the room as Darkwing crossed his arms over his chest, sighing.
"Gosalyn… this is not important," he said.
"And, um, I'm not sure about that answer," Sam said.
Gosalyn looked visibly crestfallen, to the point where her pigtails even seemed to droop. Dean smiled nervously.
"Probably," he offered. "They probably could."
That seemed to perk her up a bit as Darkwing strode forward, gently shoving her aside.
"Don't encourage her," he said.
"Look," Sam said gently, putting on his best set of puppy-dog eyes. "Honestly, we don't know how we got here or why. One minute we were hunting the shifter, the next we were being yanked through… something to arrive on that sidewalk where you guys were. And all we want is to get home. Yes, we're monster hunters, but we're not super-powered monster hunters. They don't exist in our world. We just want to go home with no trouble, and if you think this Morgana can help us… then that's all we want."
Darkwing seemed to consider that, looking the boys up and down. Finally, his eyes slid shut as he let out another, wearier sigh. He opened his eyes once more, but now he looked as if he had aged a few years in the process.
"You've gotta understand," he began, "the last time a human monster hunter was in town, more than just the city was hurt. Gosalyn ended up a slayer after a slayer from our world, Mindy… well, after Mindy. Now, it's all I can do to keep these Watchers that train slayers from coming to take my little girl away. I don't know what tricks they have up their sleeves, so I didn't know if you could be a part of their plan to get her or what. Meanwhile, our only hope of keeping her is finding this mysterious weapon that we know for a fact exists in another dimension. However, the only reason we even think it exists here is because of the similarities between Buffy's world and ours. It's a long shot. Plus, there are all these weird weather things going on all over the world."
"We understand," Sam said. "We just want to get back, no trouble caused."
But Dean had caught on to something else Darkwing had said. "What weather things?"
The Masked Mallard shrugged. "Hurricanes, floods, earthquakes, volcanoes erupting. All seemingly out of nowhere. It all started almost immediately after Buffy left. Plus, there are all these weird, so-called animal attacks… but, honestly, it's the furthest thing from animal-attacks."
Apparently, both Winchesters were suddenly thinking the same thing. And both must have had the same worried looks on their faces because Darkwing looked questioningly up at them.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Um… now, we're not sure… we'd have to read more about the specific things, but… it sounds like—" Sam began.
"An apocalypse. The Apocalypse," Dean cut in.
The room threw tangibly tense. Launchpad even shook a little as he gulped loudly. He motioned up to the sky and then down toward his feet with a single finger as he asked, "Y-you mean…?"
"Maybe not," Sam said. "But… it sounds a lot like what was happening in our world when we faced the Apocalypse."
"Sammy," Dean said in a low voice, putting his back to the group. Sam moved closer to his brother as he whispered, "Do you really think that Lucifer would try to pop out of his box into Duckland?"
Sam shrugged. "I don't know, Dean. If you had asked me while we were hunting the shifter, I would have laughed and asked if you were drunk or high. But now… who knows? Sounds like our luck, though, doesn't it?"
They both sighed as they turned back to Darkwing and his group, who seemed to have had a powwow of their own. Now, the ducks turned their attention back to the Winchesters.
"We should definitely talk to Morgana about this. See what she thinks," Darkwing concluded.
"Are we cleared to tag along, as was the original plan?" Dean asked.
"I don't know… I mean, if you knew what happened the last time…" Darkwing muttered.
"Dad!" Gosalyn groaned. "You're a hero! And these people need our help! Besides, maybe they can help us too, you know, with the scythe and these weird signs."
Darkwing huffed out a small laugh. "You're right. Come on, Sam, Dean, LP."
"Me too!" Gosalyn shouted, but Darkwing held out a hand.
"Oh, no. You're going home."
"What?" Gosalyn cried, clearly outraged.
"You have school in the morning, young lady," Darkwing said, climbing back onto the bike as Sam, Dean, and Launchpad followed suit.
"That's not fair! This was my idea, them helping!"
"It's too dangerous, and if it really is the Apocalypse, then those Watchers might be close by. We can't risk it. Good night, sweetheart!"
With that, the bike roared back to life, and the platform began to rise. They were several feet above Gosalyn's head when Darkwing sighed, turning to stare at Dean and Sam.
"Here we go again," he muttered. "Ever have a bad case of déjà vu?"
Both Winchesters nodded as the platform finally reached its peak, and they roared off back into the night.
