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Title: Up From The Bowels Of The Earth
Author name: Icarus
Author email: firstname.lastname@example.org
Sub Category: Action, Humor, crossover
Pairing: Sam, Dean, Rodney McKay
Summary: For the Winchesters it was just another day.
DISCLAIMER: This story is just written for fun. The characters and universe contained in this story are Copyright MGM, Showtime, Gekko, Double Secret. What belongs to me are the words. Copyright © 2007 All rights reserved. Only the original ideas contained within the works on this nonprofit web site are the property of their authors, and please do not copy these stories to any other website or archive or print without permission of the author. Ask, guys. I'm easy to reach and usually generous.
Author notes: No beta, just having a little fun.
The goon with the dead white hair and the mask was like nothing he'd ever seen, but it reeled back from a blast from his .45 -- which told all Dean needed to know. And man it was hard to kill. He went through an entire round and pulled out his shotgun (which was unfortunately filled with rock salt -- they didn't know what they'd be facing – but, oh well) when a white light blazed over his shoulder and hit the creature. It went down just as Sam showed up, skating around the corner. Sam's gun was drawn and he staggered to a stop.
Sam's eyes flicked from the creature, to Dean, to the guy behind him. Dean's eyes flicked from Sam, to the creature, to the tubby guy behind him -- and tubby was holding this fat New Age stick that Dean suspected was what had taken out the creature.
"I told you I had everything under control, until you got in my way, and by the way, that only stuns it so you should commence firing immediately. Then once you're done and it's dead--"
Sam didn't waste any time but put six bullets in its chest. The creature sagged and Dean was willing to bet it was dead now. Tubby still hadn't shut up.
"--you can explain to me what you're doing in the upper levels of a top secret and supposedly secure government facility." The tubby guy's chin jutted out. He was in some kind of uniform but Dean had just assumed he was the janitor.
"You're welcome," Dean said. "What is that anyhow?" He made a face and prodded the creature with his boot.
But tubby wasn't done. He tossed Dean the stick weapon. It was heavier than it looked. Then the guy pulled out two more that were leaning against the wall and tossed one to Sam, who caught it and examined the thing in confusion having not seen it in action.
"Since you're here, consider yourself drafted for the duration," tubby said. "The one thing you can say about the SGC is there's no lack of weaponry. Now. There are at least dozen more wraith where that came from."
Dean settled his stick more comfortably and said to Sam, "I like this guy. Where's the trigger on this thing?"
Sam was more suspicious and aimed a funny look at their new weapons dealer. "Wraith are usually non-physical entities."
"Well, we're not in a fairytale any more, boys and girls. These Wraith are real," Dean's new best friend assured them. "And don't let them get a hand on your chest or else they'll suck the life out of you."
Sam and Dean nodded to each other. Now that they'd encountered before.