Author: Das Mervin and Mrs. Hyde
Betas: gehayi and kermit_thefrog
Rating: R for language, themes, violence, and sexual innuendo
Word Count: 1,140
Summary: After two years on her own, and two more as a hunter with Sam and Dean Winchester, Leah thought she’d escaped her old life at La Push. But when she’s called home to attend Jacob and Renesmee’s wedding, she brings a little company, and the stage is set for her old and new lives to collide.
Author’s Note: Well, here’s the end—a little epilogue to tie things up. We hope you’ve enjoyed our cracky little crossover and our cracky little ship. The title and the soundtrack for this segment is “Bad Reputation” by Joan Jett.
Spoilers: Spoilers for Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn, and all six seasons of “Supernatural.”
Disclaimer: “Supernatural” is the property of Kripke Enterprises and Warner Bros. Television. The Twilight Saga is the property of Stephenie Meyer and Little, Brown and Co. No copyright infringement is intended, and no profit is being made from this work.
EPILOGUE: BAD REPUTATION
Dean sighed and flopped down into the chair by the window. Sam approached him with two beers in his hand, still frosty from the fridge, and Dean took one gratefully. His brother joined him, and after twisting the tops off, Dean said, “Well, here’s to Leah—now an official member of Team Free Will.”
Sam bounced his eyebrows in agreement as they clinked the necks of their bottles together and each took a long drink.
It was just the two of them in their room; only their years of sharing such a setup could make it as comfortable as it was. After Cas had popped them back to their motel on the outskirts of the city, Leah had seized them both in back-breaking hugs and planted appropriately wolfish—excited, wet, and tongue-y—kisses on the two of them. Then, flushed and happy and nearly tearful with relief and joy, she had said that she was going to splurge a little with her first fake credit card and get her own room for the evening. She said the boys could both have their own beds, and she was going to take the opportunity for a nice, long, girly night for herself, in celebration of her newly-won freedom.
They’d sent her off with a pair of heartfelt smiles (and a pat on the ass from Dean), and after thanking Cas for his help, they’d gone inside to crash out after a long and eventful day. It was barely 4:00 in the afternoon, but it felt like the wee hours of the morning, what with how tired they were. All they had wanted was to do was get out of their itchy tuxedoes and back into their jeans, and then just chill.
Dean closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the cushions of his chair. Sam chewed thoughtfully on his lip for a while before he said, “You do know, Dean, that we’re probably gonna have those supercharged vamps on our tail now. I mean, since they know we can kill ‘em, they’re gonna be out for our heads.”
Dean gave a small, dry chuckle without opening his eyes. “Yeah—but I think the fact that we can kill ‘em will make ‘em think twice about tangling with us. I mean, you saw them, Sammy,” he said, looking up at last. “They were all about attacking us when they thought we didn’t stand a chance, but once they figured out that we did, they weren’t so hot on the idea.”
Sam gave a rude snort. “So, they’re both dicks and pussies.” He took another drink before musing, “Still, though—between the angelic blades we’ve been collecting in the trunk over the past few years, and now Leah, free to do what she wants—and Cas, of course—I think we’re pretty well protected and ready for whatever comes after us.”
Dean smirked. “And they’re not the worst things that have come after us before, anyway. I wouldn’t worry. We’ll handle it, like we always do.”
He dropped his head back again—but then opened one eye and slowly sat up, looking to the side with a raised eyebrow.
Having been living out of motels for practically their entire lives, they knew everything that went on in them, all the rules and quirks and idiosyncrasies of sharing space with strangers. And so when they heard the steady, rhythmic thumping against the wall adjoining the neighboring suite, they knew exactly what was going on.
“Heh.” Dean smirked over at his brother.
Sam generally preferred to ignore whatever they might hear in their motel rooms, but with his voyeuristic brother, that was impossible. “Little early, isn’t it?” he asked, rolling his eyes.
Dean shrugged. “Hey, man, Afternoon Delight.” He lay his head back down, cradling his beer between his thighs—before raising his hands to start conducting to the sounds reverberating through their wall.
Sam couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him, even as he winced. “Dude—how would you like knowing that someone was doing that while you were gettin’ busy?”
“Well, I’d like to think I was doing a better job of it than them over there,” Dean retorted. “They’re hardly making any noise at all.”
As if he’d summoned it, through the wall came a long, low, feminine moan, and Dean made a satisfied noise. “Atta boy,” he said, raising his beer to the wall.
Sam just shook his head. “So,” he said after a moment, studiously pretending not to hear the ever-more vigorous thumping and squeaking from next door, “are we just gonna go about our business and wait for these new vamps to come for us?”
Dean shrugged. “Don’t see why I should bust my ass on open warfare. We’ll hunt, like we always do, and we’ll take whatever comes at us between gigs. We run across one of them, we’ll call Leah.”
“Yeah,” Sam agreed. “I know she’ll want a chance to get her teeth into one of them, even more than before, now that she can do whatever she wants and doesn’t have to take their crap anymore.”
“Bastards,” Dean declared. “They have it coming.” Then he raised his eyebrows at the sound of the escalating cries on the other side of the wall. “And they’re not the only ones,” he said, grinning.
Sam was not smiling; he could only stare at the wall, his mouth agape. “Ah—Dean—I—I think that’s Leah.”
The smile slid off Dean’s face. “…What?”
Now they were both listening, only it wasn’t funny at all anymore, and when the next shout came, they clearly heard it, a low, guttural and familiar alto.
“That isn’t her,” Dean said firmly.
“I’m pretty sure it is, Dean,” Sam answered.
“Come on, man—no way!” Dean was shaking his head. “Give her some credit—we barely got back half an hour ago! What—you think right after we came in here she ran out and picked up some dude off the street?”
The realization struck them both at the same time, right as the thumping against the wall began to take on a frenzied pace, and they could only stare at each other with slowly dawning horror.
“She wouldn’t…would she?” Dean sounded desperate to hear a contradiction.
Sam shook his head, whether in uncertainty or denial he didn’t know, but it didn’t matter, because at that very moment, they heard through the wall what was unmistakably Leah’s voice cry out, “Hallelujah!”—and then every single light in their room exploded.
They leapt out of their seats as showers of sparks rained down on them, and they stared at each other for a split second, before Dean suddenly gave a shout of disgust and began batting wildly at his clothes where the sparks had fallen.
“Aw, Jesus, Sam—we just got spooged by an angel!”
Author’s Note: And…scene.
Man, I am sad to see it done, but happy to have it posted and finished at the same time. You all know how it is. First off, a TON of thank yous—thank you to kermit_thefrog and gehayi for not only being absolutely fantastic betas, but also for being an awesome test audience. Thank you for putting up with our fussing and our questions and doing it all with (what I hope was) a smile on your face. You guys rule.
I, das_mervin, want to thank Mrs. Hyde for indulging me and letting me run wild with my crackship—while I had the idea, she was a huge part of writing this, so I’m glad you were nice and very happy that you had as much fun as I did with this project, and thank you for helping me to get yet another crackship off the ground.
A thank you to all the members of das_sporking. Without you guys, this crackship and thus this fic never would’ve even come into existence.
And finally, a huge thank you to everyone who commented and reviewed. Your words are what keep us inspired and keep us writing and keep us going; you guys are the best reviewers anybody could hope for, generous with your praise, but also with your criticism. You have our sincerest gratitude.
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One last bit of fun before we consign this fic to the “complete” bin: We thought people might be curious as to what everyone did after it was all over, particularly Leah with her newfound freedom, and probably Claire and Charlie, seeing how well they were received (Claire especially). So, while not technically part of “The Wedding Crashers,” here are a few short, silly little blurbs concerning our intrepid heroes and what they did after the end:
Sam and Dean Winchester drove off into the sunset, on the hunt once more.
Less than a month after the ill-fated wedding, Volterra, Italy, was the site of an unexplained phenomenon. Witnesses reported a blinding flash of light in the historic district near the Palazzo dei Priori. Security personnel later reported no damage to the building in question, beyond the presence of a great deal of ash scattered across the floor. This was later chalked up to vandalism. The previously privately-owned building was annexed by the city as a designated historical site a short time afterwards due to the original (and unseen) owners disappearing completely. Leah, Sam, and Dean bought Castiel a case of beer and a sack of White Castles when he got back to the U.S.
Charlie Swan had a few choice words with his wife on her treatment of Leah, and he finally managed to get her to appreciate her daughter a little more—particularly when compared to the terrible example of his own. As he had pretty much severed all ties with Bella after learning that she condoned murder, he took the opportunity to get closer to his stepdaughter. Leah in turn introduced Charlie to a couple of friends of hers, Bobby Singer and Rufus Turner. They hit it off really well and now all go fishing or hunting on some weekends—and not necessarily for animals.
Claire Young stayed at La Push for six more years. She had considerably more freedom, in that Quil was too afraid to get too close to her, but that did not curb his stalking from a distance, and due to his thwarted imprint he grew progressively more unhinged. When she was eighteen, Claire left La Push, tracking Leah down by the GPS in her phone. Less than a day later, she found out that she was being followed by Quil. Another phone call to Leah and one quick prayer later, and Quil broke into Claire’s hotel to find not one, but three people waiting for him. He promptly lost it and charged; Castiel made short work of the insane wolf. After that, Claire joined up with Leah and the two of them became a very effective pair of hunters in their own right, with Claire as the brains and Leah as the brawn.
Castiel’s bee buzzed back to its hive, blissfully unaware that it had been the subject of angelic scrutiny.
Embry Call stayed at La Push, a loyal guardian of his people. With the Alphas Sam and Jacob obsessed with their mates to the point of ignoring their responsibilities to the pack, Embry became the de facto leader of the wolves. However, given that the reputation of the wolves, the Cullens, and the story of the death of a vampire at the hands of a human, vampires avoided Washington and thus the wolves had no purpose. Most elected to stop phasing, but Embry, still wishing to help people, stayed a wolf and left La Push, joining up with Claire and Leah as a hunter.
The Cullen clan found themselves ostracized and friendless, abandoned by all the vampires they knew. The entire vampire community was furious to learn that they were responsible for literally bringing the wrath of God down on their heads, and so the Cullens were subsequently shunned.
Leah would sometimes send Castiel to stand on the lawn outside the Cullens’ house every time they moved, just to dick with ‘em.
Rosalie and Emmett got sick of listening to the rest of their family try to soothe their wounded egos by constantly trying to vilify Leah and those humans she brought with her (although, true to form, they conspicuously avoided ever mentioning Castiel). They took to traveling the country to get away from them. They meet up with Leah and the Winchesters occasionally on their travels, just to hang out.
And Leah and Castiel had all the sex.