Two monster hunters, an alien superhero, and the genius son of a billionaire all wind up exiled to a farm in the middle of nowhere. When the youngest of them is kidnapped by a creature no one can kill, the others must band together to save him.

Over the years, the team reunites again and again as they help each other defeat evil, navigate friendship and family, and ultimately fight against a war that endangers reality itself.

Suspense, drama, and adventure. No fandom knowledge is assumed.

This is the start of a multi-episode story based on a combined world including characters and mythology from Smallville (Superman) and Supernatural. However, no knowledge of either fandom is needed to understand the story.

While it contains some characters in common, this is NOT part of the same world as "Raising a Mutant."

EPISODE 1: SUMMER IN SMALLVILLE

Lex knew he was in for it when that car hit Duncan.

Of course, that's not what he was thinking about at the time. In the moment, his mind was split between instant grief for his best friend, crippling guilt for what he'd done, and a bit of anger at Oliver Queen and the other bullies who had driven him to this. The guilt and anger had grown, but the grief was overshadowed, buried deep, and replaced by fear of what his father would do. Lex knew this was a big one.

Still, he hadn't really expected his father to actually send him away. He didn't exactly look forward to spending two months with his father during summer vacation, but being dumped in a cow town in the middle of nowhere—worse, the one place where he had traumatic memories, thanks to the meteor shower—was quite a bit worse.

They pulled up in front of a run-down farm house, definitely at least fifty years old, though the roof looked a little newer.

Lex shook his head. "A farm? An actual farm?"

"Manual labor. It'll do you good."

"You've got to be kidding me."

"You brought this on yourself."

Lex didn't speak. If he spoke, his voice would crack, and his eyes would tear, and his father would probably twist his arm or something. This limo driver had been nice to Lex—Lex didn't want the driver to put himself in danger by trying to put a call in to CPS.

A man in a dusty white t-shirt and khakis worked out front of the farm house, putting up a new fence. He wiped his forehead and took a few steps toward the limo as Lex and his father stepped out of the car.

Lex's palms began to sweat, and he adjusted his baseball cap. It didn't completely cover his baldness, but it made it a lot less obvious. He felt naked without it. Thankfully, his teachers had understood. Unfortunately, so had those bullies.

"I'd like you to meet Jonathan Kent," Lex's father said to him. "The Kents are hardworking, salt-of-the-earth kind of folks. You do as they say, and I'm sure you'll get along fine."

Lex couldn't quite bring himself to greet his new guardian. He wondered if Mr. Kent would be like his father. The thickness of the man's belt and the size of his muscles made for a menacing combination, and the look he was giving Lex wasn't exactly comforting.

"Mr. Kent, you have a guest room, don't you?"

Mr. Kent's voice caught. "Wait, wait. Mr. Luthor, you said you needed to store something at the farm."

"Yes. But I neglected to tell you the best part." Lex's dad grinned, showing too many teeth. "Free labor for the summer."

"Lionel . . ."

Lex's father took a step closer to Mr. Kent. "As I reminded you on the phone, you owe me, Jonathan Kent. I've kept your secret all of these years. Did you really think your debt would never come due?"

Lex blinked a couple of times. Secrets?

"I've more than paid any debts I had to you," Mr. Kent said through his teeth.

"Unfortunately, that's not for you to decide."

There was a moment when Lex thought Mr. Kent was going to hit his father—part of him wanted to see someone stand up to him, though a bigger part of him doubted that Mr. Kent deserved to die—but the moment passed. Mr. Kent took a deep breath. "Why do you want to leave your son here?"

"Lex got himself into some trouble at boarding school. I figured some hard work would do him good. I trust you won't coddle him."

"You're leaving him here to punish him?"

"He's fairly quiet, and he's not a big eater. I can write you a check for his room and board, if it makes you feel better. But one way or another, my son is staying here until he goes back to boarding school."

Mr. Kent scoffed. "Keep your money. Get off my property."

His father nodded and stepped back into the limo. The driver set Lex's two suitcases beside Lex, gave Lex himself a sympathetic smile—more of a good-bye than Lex had even received from his father—and returned to the driver's seat.

Mr. Kent turned to Lex as the limo pulled away. He picked up a suitcase. "Let me take one of these, I'll show you to your room."

"I can get them both."

"You'll need one hand free to hang up your hat when you get into the house."

Lex's cheeks burned.

The Winchesters arrived in Smallville in the late afternoon, a few hours before sundown. Dean followed his father into the large one-room cabin, and Sam followed close behind him. Aside from the musty smell, it was one of actually one of the nicer places his dad had had them stay. There was a couch and a TV off to one side, two full-sized beds on the other, and a full kitchen in the center with a sink—that meant running water. Sure enough, a halfway-open door in the back lead to a small bathroom with a shower.

Dean didn't care about any of that. He was seventeen, far too old to be left behind from a hunt, even if he had messed up the last one. He'd been hunting for over a year now.

"Come on, Dad, I can help."

His father looked him right in the eye. "I'm meeting up with a couple of other hunters. I'll have all the help I need. My decision on this is final, Dean, I don't want to hear another word about it from you. Clear?"

"Crystal. Sir." Dean had almost left off the title. Only Sam could get away with that kind of mistake.

Dean set down his duffel bag at the foot of one bed, and Sam set his down beside the other. Sam had been quiet throughout the drive. That wasn't unusual, but Dean was pretty sure there was more to it this time. Sam was the reason Dean had messed up the last hunt, but it wasn't Sam's fault. He didn't deserve to be punished along with Dean. Then again, being left out of a hunt wasn't really a punishment for Sam.

Their dad did a visual sweep of the cabin, then he said, "I'll be back within the week."

"It'll take that long?" Dean asked.

"Probably not, but just in case, there's a week's worth of supplies in the kitchen. I expect you to ration accordingly, as well as keeping up your training every morning. Indoors, this time. This is a dangerous one."

Dean nodded. He knew the drill.

"You look after Sammy."

"Yes, sir."

His father clapped Dean on the shoulder, then walked over to where Sam was beginning to unpack into the drawers in his nightstand. Sam turned to face his father and smiled, and his father gave his arm a gentle squeeze. "You do what Dean tells you to."

"I always do."

"I know. Stay safe." He mussed Sam's hair, and Dean's chest burned with jealousy. His father caught his eye and straightened up. "Alright. I'll see you boys in less than a week."

With that, he left the cabin.

Dean kicked off his shoes and went to sit on the edge of his bed. Unlike Sam, he never felt the need to unpack anything when they arrived at a new hideout.

Sam walked over to the window and watched the Impala pull away, then turned back to Dean. "He's gone now. Want to go explore?"

"He said this was a dangerous one. We need to stay inside."

"Come on, Dean, we're not gonna stay inside for a whole week."

"I'm sorry, did Dad put you in charge?"

Sam huffed and crossed his arms, looking away.

Dean instantly regretted his harsh tone."Sammy . . ."

"I hate this."

Despite being sick of Sam's attitude, Dean couldn't help but feel bad for his little brother. Sam made no secret of the fact that this life wasn't for him, but he was never going to get a choice in the matter. Of course, this hunt was particularly frustrating—being stuck inside was even tougher on Sam than it was on Dean, especially during the summertime. Dean made up his mind that he was going to find a way to make it up to Sam, to make things more tolerable for him.

His dad hadn't told him much about what he was hunting, but there were books in the cabin; Dean might be able to do some research, pick up some clues, figure out how to protect themselves enough that it might be safe to go outside. He might even be able to assist in the hunt from a distance, so things would go quicker.

Dean hated research, but if there was a chance he might be able to make things a little better for Sammy, he'd do as much research as it took.

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