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Title:World Through Walls (6/6)
Rating: PG-13ish
Disclaimer: I can lay no claims on DA or SPN
SPOILERS: General DA, SPN though season four
Summary: Logan hasn't seen Dean since the shooting but their paths are about to collide again. (Sequel to World Behind Windows)

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World Through Walls

He wakes up in a cold sweat. Max is already awake and stockpiling all available weapons. Dean is giving instructions in the authoritative voice tinged with panic. There are devil’s traps all over the floor. “What’s going on?” Logan asks. His head hurts and Castiel’s voice rings in his ears. I fear it will cost more than you can spare.

But what is the alternative? He can’t stay here. This world is even more broken than the one he knows and his need to fix it has out voiced his need to survive for years.

“Cas paid me a visit last night,” Dean says. “We have to move today if we’re going to have half a chance at this.”

“You talked to Castiel?”

“Yeah, he did the brainwalk thing while I was sleeping.. If we don’t fix this in the next day or so, we’re going to be stuck here.”

“I don’t know about you guys,” Max adds. “But I’ll take pretty much any world over this one. You think you could make the broadcast, Logan?”


“You don’t need to do much. Before all this happened you already made the transcript.”

That was the plan. It had been in motion for months. He’d contacted ever known band of hunters so they had time to set up their parts, so they had time to organize the mass exorcisms that with luck could turn the tide of this battle. Eyes Only would make the broadcast to signal the movement and they would do it with the location scrambler off. Max and Logan are big enough game to draw a lot of attention. They are the last vestiges of the resistance in the Pacific Northwest. Eyes Only is the one reliable means of disseminating information. Even if the demons knew it was a trap, this was something they wouldn’t resist. It is a good plan. It will probably get them all killed, but it is a good plan.

Only he shouldn’t know any of the details.

“Logan!” Dean calls. “Sooner would be better.”

“I remember this,” Logan says quietly. “We’ve been planning this for months.”

Dean catches him by the shoulders, holding him fast. “Logan, I need you to focus. Cas says this thing is going to be there. We need to ice it before you go native on us. I’m not sure I could get out of here on my own.”

This is Dean Winchester. This is his friend. He met him in 2009 and now it’s 2022 and he’s in Alec’s body. This should be post-Pulse Seattle, not post-apocalypse Seattle. These are the facts. “Right,” he says, standing up and walking toward the small broadcast set-up. “Let’s get you back.”

“Let’s get the both of us back,” Dean replies with a grin.

Logan doesn’t answer, just shuffles through the papers on the desk until he comes up with the broadcast. The opening mantra is nearly identical to the one he’d devised years ago in the real world.

He fumbles for the broadcast set-up. It’s far lower tech than what he is used to but he recognizes it from a broadcast journalism class he’d taken at Yale before the Pulse.

Want to know a secret? Dean’s form asks him from the depths of a memory that shouldn’t be his. I’m not Dean Winchester. Which means we’ve still got an ace up our sleeves.

He shakes his head, clears his throat and flashes a smile at Max. He can’t bring himself to look at Dean. “Let’s do this,” Max says.

Logan turns off the signal scrambler and starts the broadcast.

“This is a streaming freedom bulletin via the Eyes Only connection. This messages cannot be traced, cannot be stopped and it is the only free voice operating in this sector. Over the past ten years humanity has live in fear. Fear of the demons. Fear of our neighbors. Tonight it ends. You know what to do. Stay strong in the struggle.” Logan takes a deep breath. He forgoes his customary farewell. In this time and place Peace. Out is an almost laughable sentiment. “This is Eyes Only. Signing off.”

“How long before they find us?” Dean asks.

“An hour,” Max answers. “Probably less.”


It takes forty minutes for the demons to find them and even then they aren’t ready. Logan is in a daze, half lost in a memory that shouldn’t be his but is. Max has half an arsenal strapped to her chest and a knife that kills demons in her hands. Dean has painted devil’s trap in front of every door and salted all the windows. They should be safe.

But the demons don’t come through the doors and they don’t come through the windows.

They smash straight through the wall.

Logan falls backward in the shock of it. The knife wound in his shoulder screaming its displeasure. Max is moving swiftly through the debris, welding the blade with the smooth fluidity native to Manticore soldiers. Dean is hiding in an almost invisible trench near the wall, pumping iron rounds into them one after another. Logan has six flasks of holy water on his body. His body remembers how this works even though he doesn’t and he is surrounded by three demons hissing in pain before he even computes his own movement.

As far as fights go, it is not hopeless. He can hear Dean’s voice ringing out the exorcism ritual loud and clear and Max still has the dagger in her hands as she slices her way back toward him.

The fighting slows down, as if the demons are parting ways to make room for something. Logan doesn’t know what’s happening at first. There is a man—a demon wearing a man at least—standing in the hole that had blown through the wall. The vessel is ordinary. Twenty-years old. Tall. Strong. Handsome. Radiating a sort of terrible beauty Logan has never seen before.

He doesn’t know who it is until the atmosphere shifts and it is impossible not to know who it is.

“Dean!” The blade dances forward to bite the neck of a demon and then Max sends it sailing through the air in the direction of Dean, a picture perfect pass.

Until it changes directions in midair and settles with a solid thwack into the Devil’s hands.

Max’s eyes widen. Dean swears.

“Curious,” the Devil says, “I would have expect better from such a troublesome foe.”

Logan recognizes what is about to happen. Can see it even as the Devil reaches back his hand. “Dean!” he calls.

Logan gets to Dean just a second before the knife does. He feels his body hitch with the impact. His stomach is on fire. He turns around slowly and coughs blood in Dean Winchester’s face. “Run.”

The world swims in front of him and he falls to his knees.


He’s never been in this much pain before.

He finds himself strung up by meat hooks. One in his shoulder. One on his palm. One through each calf.

He is still alive and it is still the wrong 2022 but Dean Winchester is still out there and Max is still out there. So there is still hope for the world.

“Mr. Cale, I see you are awake.”

The voice is pleasant enough, almost cordial but Logan knows even when he hear it. He can feel this deep in his bones. “Screw you,” Logan mutters.

“Such defiance.” He can’t quite make out the man’s form. The world is blurred past recognition he is thankful for this. “But then again I would expect no less from Logan Cale, the great Eyes Only. It’s funny to think a man such as yourself could elude me for going on ten years.” The blur moves and the left side of his abdomen explodes into pain. “You know I always forget just how frail humans can be. I was hoping you would be stronger yourself.”

“I’m not telling you anything,” Logan hisses.

“I would not expect you to. And it would seem that your tattoo prevents me from allowing my followers the use of your meat suit. Which means I have no real use of you at all. I just wanted to let you know, your friend Max, the hunters you’ve mobilized, they will all be dead well before morning.” He sighs heavily. “I find it almost a shame for us to leave like this. You, Logan Cale, were very nearly a worthy adversary.”

There is a thud around his midsection and if he looked down, he knows he would see the hilt of a sword buried in his chest, just left of his heart. This is a fatal wound. He knows it with uttermost certainty. His blood dripping slowly and surely onto the ground and suddenly, something in his head breaks and there are memories invading his vision tumbling on over the other in a mad melody of what was and what could have been.

He is twenty years old and over thirty watching himself from the distance wondering if he’s gone completely insane a blond haired woman tells him. This is all completely and utterly impossibly ,he wakes up and it’s 2019 again and his legs don’t work and it’s all just a tangle of flesh and blood and he doesn’t think he’s ever needed to get out of here as badly as he needs to get out of here right now. Another twenty seconds and he’s a good as dead to the world. Dean Winchester is dead but it’s not really Dean Winchester is it dude, what year is it Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas I’ll make sure you can’t have the world either fear it will cost you more than this is a streaming freedom---

There is black seeping into the corner of his eyes and his blood makes tiny plopping sounds as it hits the floor. How much has he lost? How much can he afford to lose? Someone’s screaming and the sound is so raw, it feels like his throat is tearing. He can’t think anymore. He wishes he could have---

---He wakes up to the television blaring news about an explosion in sector four. He doesn’t see Dean. Doesn’t see Max. Doesn’t see the demon.

If he is dead, then dead looks a hell of a lot like the world he has lived in his whole life.

There is a sudden rap on the door and a sandy-haired X-6 peaks his head inside. “Mr. Logan? We need you in the med bay. Mr. Alec’s been asking about you.”

“Alec?” Logan says, his throat suddenly dry.

“He was in an explosion,” the kid says. “He woke up but he keeps saying he needs to make sure you were all right.”

“Why? He was the one in the explosion.”

“I don’t know, Mr. Logan.”

“Let’s go then.”

He tries to stand up but can’t because his legs don’t work. His ankle is broken and the transfusion’s lingering effects are gone. He pushes the wheelchair deftly out the door. The hall to the infirmary is longer than he remembers but the faces are familiar. The conversations are familiar. This is how it should be.

He can hear Alec before he sees him. “I’m fine. Where’s Logan? Is he all right? Someone’s got to check in on him.”

“Alec,” Logan says. “Long time, no see.”

“Are you crazy?” Max asks. “Try one day, no see.”

“Logan!” Alec pushes himself to his feet. “Man, am I ever glad to see you.”

There is something subtly different about his speech patterns. Something that rang of the Winchester brothers.

“Me and Sam figured it out,” Alec says. “The only way to switch us back was with the blood and it was damn clear I couldn’t do it because if it killed me, it killed Dean and the world was damned... I though I was going to wake up with you dead.”

“I didn’t think I was going to wake up,” Logan admits.

Alec’s eyes go dark and for a second, Logan flashes onto the obituray he’d found. Sam and Dean Winchester dead in 2011. “I didn’t think I was waking up either.”

“It really happened then?”

“Either it happened or I am one seriously screwed up genetic freak.”

“Understatement of the century,” Max mutters, crossing her arms.

“You have any idea what happened to the Winchesters?” Alec asks. His face is wrought with worry and Logan knows in that second that was gone for a lot longer than he was.
“If things are back to normal, they should be all right.”

“But you don’t know?”

“Dean can more than take care of himself,” Logan says. “And you can bet he can take care of his brother as well.”

Alec doesn’t say anything for a good long while. In fact, Logan’s about ready to turn to leave. Max keeps giving him a look like he needs to explain but this thing that has happened to him is not hers, will never be hers and she will never understand. It’s all right though. He’s not sure he’d want her to understand.

“I’m glad you’re all right, Logan,” Alec says finally.

“Good to be home,” Logan whispers.


Four hours later, Logan and Alec are hold up in Logan’s room drinking the same bottle of homemade brew, Logan had shared with Dean only days before. Logan is at the tail end of his story. The one than began three years ago and thirteen years ago both at the same time. It is a story he has told no one except Dean Winchester and the weight off his chest makes him feel lighter than he has in years.

There is a knock on the door that interrupts their conversation and Logan slightly drunk and slightly melancholy mutters, “Probably Max.”

“Come on in, Maxie!” Alec calls. “Got a couple of shots with your name on it.”

The door cracks open but it’s not Max who enters. It’s a pair of men, forty years old with graying hair and more than a few scars. Logan feels his face twisting into a real, genuine smile.

“Hey there, Logan,” Dean Winchester says. “Been a while.”


And so concludes the Worlds ‘verse. Thanks for sticking with me on this one, guys.

(no subject)

19/8/09 05:54 (UTC)
ext_14845: betta fish (Default)
Posted by [identity profile]
Oh hey, nice ending! I was really worried there, for a bit, that folks would end up irreparably dead.

(no subject)

21/8/09 04:05 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Yeah, apparently I have that kind of reputation... But not this time! Everyone happy! Yay!

Glad you enjoyed it. Thank you so much for stopping by every chapter.

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21/8/09 06:13 (UTC)
ext_14845: betta fish (Default)
Posted by [identity profile]
But not this time! Everyone happy! Yay!

Just this once! Everybody lives! /gratuitous Ninth Doctor reference

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22/8/09 14:34 (UTC)
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19/8/09 06:34 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
aw man it can't end there!! waaaaaaaaaaaah this was so awesome!!

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21/8/09 04:05 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
=) Good to hear it worked for you.

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19/8/09 11:12 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
I'm gald they all made it through. Hope sometime in the future, your brain insists on another go at this story.

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21/8/09 04:06 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Thanks for reading!

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19/8/09 15:58 (UTC)
ext_1310: (come correct)
Posted by [identity profile]
Oh, cool! I enjoyed this.

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21/8/09 04:06 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Glad to hear it!

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19/8/09 17:04 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
What a great end to this series! I really enjoyed this.

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21/8/09 04:06 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Thank you so much for reading!

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19/8/09 17:25 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
A satisfying conclusion from Logan's end. Now I just want to know what Sam & Alec were doing. I bet that was fun.

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21/8/09 04:07 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
...Sam and Alec really didn't have fun. They bitched at each other and then they died. Not really happy. =/

I'm glad you enjoyed this!

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19/8/09 20:33 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Great story and I liked the ending very much. I still hope for more though, this verse is just to good to end just yet. So maybe some sequel where we can see all four of them (as in Logan, Alec and the Winchesters) interact? Or maybe a little insight into what was going on with Alec and Sam after this whole body switch? Hmm? (just suggesting, in case your muse ever goes this way ;-))

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21/8/09 04:08 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Good to hear you liked the ending!

(more is problematic. I don't like repeating myself and I feel like I've done Sam and Alec in What Comes Around. And I feel like it's pretty hard to top the apocalypse in terms of plot... This verse feels very done to me. )

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20/8/09 16:08 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Nobody died? That was unpredictable - and just when I think I've got you pegged.

That was great. I specially loved his jumbled thoughts as he was moving in and out of time (reality?) and I liked the way you wrote the devil, which is a brave feat indeed since in my mind it's impossible to do that without being cheesy or overly dramatic. And you were so right, there just isn't enough good buddy fic out there, so this was needed.

I don't think you're anywhere near done with this 'verse though. There is still much potential here.

(no subject)

21/8/09 04:12 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]

I swear. It's been like two whole fics since I killed people. And the last time I killed people it was How I Met Your Mother crack!fic and that doesn't even count.

I have no idea how the Devil's going to play in SPN. But I hope it's campy. Like Evil Dead campy... I have problems.


I don't think you're anywhere near done with this 'verse though. There is still much potential here.
Trust me, this time it's done.

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23/8/09 06:56 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Great story, well done. Please write some more of these crossovers!

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24/8/09 19:19 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Crossovers appear to have become my thing. I'm sure there will be more. Probably not in this verse but there will be more. =)

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8/9/09 01:19 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Just read through both of these stories and loved them. I've been on a SPN/DA kick lately, and this was a great addition. Thanks!

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17/9/09 04:44 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
I'm so glad I could help feed the new addiction. =) Thanks for reading.

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13/10/09 00:40 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Glad to see nobody died. :-) Great story.

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25/10/09 15:48 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
A lot of people seemed like they were very happy to find no one dead. I must have some sort of reputation because I get that all the time.

I'm glad ot hear you liked it!

World Through Walls

8/2/10 06:33 (UTC)
yourlibrarian: Angel and Lindsey (Winchesters-queennut_gfx)
Posted by [personal profile] yourlibrarian
An inventive idea, I'm glad there was a sequel to see things from the other side. Max and Logan's situation seemed entirely likely, and I can just imagine Dean's reaction to the transgenics.

Re: World Through Walls

9/2/10 01:00 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Thank you very much!


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