Ch. 1 – This is a hell I’ve never seen
Disclaimer: BTVS, Supernatural, and The Chronicles of Nick do not belong to me. They belong to their respective owners.
Nick opened his eyes to a land he’d never seen before. It wasn’t a hell dimension; he didn’t feel that kind of vibe from this place. He looked up at the sun that was covered by a dark orb. The light around the orb shone a yellow color making the area around him dark and obscure.
What did I get myself into this time?
He balanced to his feet and noticed his hands were buried in sand. He was on a beach, a gloomy beach, if those existed. To his right he could see a thick forest with dark eyes watching his every movement.
He turned away from the forest to see an endless ocean with a dark wall of energy cutting through the water, leaving just enough water for him to dip his feet.
I guess I can’t get out that way.
He marched up the beach to see if anyone else was here with him. He hoped to god he didn’t run into a demon, unless it was Caleb, then that would be fine. At least he would have his good friend with him to help figure this crap out.
Nick made his way down the beach looking around for anything to give him a clue of what was happening. He walked over a small mound of sand and saw a blonde girl looking around looking as lost as he was.
“Hey,” Nick yelled.
Buffy turned to see a brown haired teen walking toward her. She stared him up and down as he waved at her.
“Who are you?” She asked.
“My names Nick Gautier and you are?”
The blond smiled at him weakly. “Buffy Summers, do you know where we are?”
Nick shook his head. “Nope, but were definitely not in Kansas anymore.”
Buffy laughed. At least he had a sense of humor.
Sam stood up and stretched his shoulder. It ached in too many ways for any chiropractor to ever fix it. He sat back down and placed his right arm on his left and shoved. He heard a crack sound and knew his shoulder was back in place but where the hell was he?
He stepped back studying the environment around him. It looked like it was night but there were no stars just a blank sky with a little light flooding around it. Like putting something in front of a light bulb and watching the light around it peak around the sides of the object.
This area gave him a queasy feeling and where the hell was Dean? The last thing he knew they were in their motel room researching and now he was here. Wherever here was?
He didn’t know what to do but the first thing he decided was to look for Dean.
Sam turned at the sound of a soft voice from behind him. A red head stood a few feet from him. She smiled weakly at him and he smiled back.
“Hi um what’s your name?” Sam asked.
“Willow what’s yours?”
Sam smiled at her now not so weak smile. “I’m Sam, do you have any idea where we are or how we got here?”
Willow shook her head and stared down at her hands.
“Are you hurt?” Sam asked walking towards her slowly.
“No, I just figured I was strong enough to get out of here.”
“What’d you mean?”
“Oh, um, I’m a witch.” Willow said studying his expressions. Something she learned to do in one of her college classes. “A good witch,” she quickly added.
Sam’s stare softened. A good witch if they existed could maybe get him out of here and help find his brother.
“Do you believe me?” Willow asked.
“Yeah I do.” He said, “Believe me when I say I’ve heard and seen weirder things than a witch.”
Willow smiled, not sure if that was supposed to comfort her but it did a little just enough for her to trust him. For all she knew he could be the reason she was here but for now they were in this mess together and it made her feel better to think she wasn’t alone.
“Okay, so what’s the plan, Sam?”
“That’s the last time I ever let Nick drive a car.” Caleb said studying his surroundings.
This looks like no hell dimension he’d ever been to. The sun was there but blocked out. That’s new. The demon looked around the beach where he was now lying and trying to find Nick.
That kid better not be dead, not before I get the chance.
Caleb turned to see a stranger holding a gun to his head. Man this guy’s quick, he thought.
“Who are you and where the hell are we?” The man asked gun still held to Caleb’s head.
Caleb sneered at the man and thought about transforming into his demon self and not this weak human version but something about the gun this man had held to his head made him uneasy.
“Name’s Caleb Malphas, douche bag and who’re you?”
“You didn’t answer my second question.”
Caleb’s sneer intensified as his anger grew. “I don’t know where we are, could you stop pointing that thing at me now?” He said, “I answered your questions.”
Dean pulled back his gun and placed it in his jacket. “I’m Dean Winchester.”
Caleb knew that name but was unsure where. “I would like to say I’m glad to meet you, Dean, but I can already tell I don’t like you.”
“Spare it kid.”
Caleb hated when people called him kid, especially since if this guy knew his real age his head would explode.
“What kind of gun was that?” Caleb asked.
“It’s called the Colt.” Dean said motioning with his hand for Caleb to follow him.
If there was one thing Caleb hated most it was being given orders and from someone he didn’t like. He hated Adarian with a passion so fierce it could cut the world in two but this guy now had a special place in his hate filled heart.
“You coming?” Dean shouted over his shoulder.
Caleb let his anger go, at least for now. This guy could help him find a way out of this place and maybe help him find Nick if he was here.