(Originally from my AO3)
A/N— forgive me if the facts are WILDLY inaccurate bro...i just write 4 fun dont bully me...also ive only known The Witcher from the Netflix adaptation)
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"Red!" Dean yelled, tossing her a knife as he kicked the demon in front of him. She caught the blade just in time to stab the black-eyed vessel that had her pinned to the wall.
Red and the Winchesters were no strangers to a bloody battle with demons in play. This time it was just as gruel, just as wild and just as exhausting.
"I think that's the last of them," Sam panted, walking towards his brother and his best friend with a slight limp—they weren't usually lucky in getting out of a fight without a single scratch. After all, it was only three of them against what seemed like a dozen. "We should get going before more of them show up."
"You okay, Sam?" Red rushed to his side, putting his arm around her to help balance him. "What happened?"
"One of them managed to scratch my calf with a knife. It's not that bad."
Dean turned his head slightly to look at the pair, a small smile tugged at his lips. His brother never admitted it, but Dean knew how smitten he was with Red.
Suddenly, both Red and Sam's froze in their spot, their eyes glued to something in front of them. Dean whipped his head around only to see a raven-haired woman staring at the three of them with dark eyes. Red scowled, automatically reaching for her weapon.
"Atë." The Greek Goddess of Mischief. This was not their first encounter. Red's heart beat with rage, anger clouding her vision. The deity in front of her had killed many people, including her very own sister. She wanted nothing more than to kill the being. All three of them were already pointing their guns at her. But guns were no use. Nothing Red tried before had killed the Goddess. Guns, knives, arrows...she seemed indestructible. But that wasn't going to keep her from trying.
"I can smell your displeasure from here." Atë narrowed her eyes, looking pointedly at their guns. "Trust me, mortals. There's nothing you can do that will kill me."
"Watch me try, bitch."
"Your words do not hurt me either." A dry chuckle escaped her lips.
"What do you want?" Sam hissed.
"For you to stop interrupting my plans."
"Heh, well no can do. We're not letting you destroy our world anytime soon." Dean kept his gun pointed at her. He knew it wouldn't kill her, but it could very well slow her down.
Atë did not reply. Instead, she kept her intense gaze fixed on them. They stared back twice as hard, ignoring the uneasy feeling that was starting to brew in the pits of their stomachs.
"I think it's time I finally get rid of you three." And with that, she rose her pale arms to the air, hailing a cloud of dark blue mist. It descended from the ceiling, and all the three humans could do was watch in horror.
They went to shoot at her but she was no longer there, and soon the whole area was covered in the mist.
It was like it happened in slow-motion. There was nothing they could do, they were helpless as the mist surrounded them. It spiralled like a hurricane, blocking all their senses. Before they were completely engulfed, Red noticed a flash of white light but it disappeared just as soon as she blinked.
Red tried to reach for the two men, but her body felt languid. She tried to call out for them, but her voice was gone, her throat dry and coarse. It was a state of frenzy that she didn't know how to react to. Everything was out of control. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to stop from screaming—there wouldn't even be any sound.
It felt like an eternity before she felt a thud, she had landed on her stomach. She clenched the ground beneath her, feeling the familiar texture of soft, damp soil.
"Red!"
She groaned, tears threatening to prick at her eyes from the overwhelming sense of relief. "Sam?" She managed to whisper.
"Red, are you okay?" He helped her up, his voice thick with worry. She didn't look injured, but he asked anyway.
"I'm fine, just a little bit dizzy. Where are-" Before she could say anything else, a loud groan from Dean cut her off.
"Guys!" The older Winchester called out. "I don't know what the hell that is, but I don't think it's anywhere near friendly."
It was an insect-like creature covered in what seemed like black goo, standing ten feet across from where they were. The three of them were once again frozen, confused and scared. But it was Dean who snapped them out of the trance when the creature started to move.
"What should we do?"
"Run."
"Shoot."
"You think our bullets will work?" Dean looked at Sam.
"Guys, I think we should run. NOW." Just when Red said that, the creature ran at full speed towards them. They ran towards god-knows-where, desperate for safety. They were pumped with adrenaline, but even that wasn't enough. They were already tired from killing the demons before.
"It's chasing us!" The forest was thick, and they ran as fast as they could without a clearing in sight. Sam was slowing down as the wound on his leg worsened. Dean noticed and put his brother's arm around his own shoulders, doing the same thing Red did before. Red stayed behind them, turning to shoot at the creature. It slowed it down, but not enough.
"I'm running out of bullets." She cried. She fumbled around for her blade, but in the blink of an eye, the creature pounced at her, causing her to fall down.
"Fuck. Red!" The two Winchesters ran over to help her but the creature moved fast.
She managed to dodge an attack just in time, rolling over to her side. The blade came in handy as she slashed it at the creature. It cried out, but it seemed to only make it mad. Red struggled, squirming beneath it's grasp.
That was when they met him.
He plunged his sword into the creature, pulled it out and beheaded it. Just like that, it was dead. Red was in shock, but she managed to assess the man who saved her.
He was a tall, muscular man with long white hair, pale skin and...black eyes.
"Shit." She scrambled to get up. It was another demon. "What do you want?" She had enough of them.
The white-haired demon scowled. "I just saved your life."
"To hell with that." She seethed. "Did Lucifer send you?"
The Winchesters had just caught up, out of breath, but they pulled their guns out and aimed it at the demon as soon as they saw him.
"Give us one good reason why we shouldn't send you back to hell." said Dean.
The black-eyed man pulled out his sword, "I'm not here to kill you." His voice was low, and British, they noticed. The scowl on his face was still evident. "I did my job. I killed the Kikimora. Now put your weapons down before this gets ugly."
"The what?" Red lowered her weapon. The name of the creature sounded familiar. She had read it somewhere before.
"Kikimora. That's the thing that almost killed you." The tone of his voice was sharp.
"Wait, what-" She turned to the Winchesters, eyes wide with confusion. "Where are we?"
"It doesn't look like Kansas anymore. But first, who are you? Who sent you?"
The man laughed. "One of you townspeople."
"You don't work for Lucifer?"
"No." He replied curtly.
"You're..." Red was shaking. She didn't know if it was from the cold or from the exhaustion, but her body didn't feel like it wanted her to stay upright anymore. Nonetheless, she stood up without letting it show that she was weak. "You have black eyes. You're a demon, but you don't work for Lucifer?"
"Demon?" He scoffed. "The black eyes are from a potion I drank. I'm a Witcher." He said as-a-matter-of-factly. Like it was obvious. "Now, before you waste anymore of my breath, I'm going to ask you one more time. Put. Your weapons. Down."
The three of them shared confused glances as they obliged.
"Can I ask you one more question?"
The 'Witcher' grunted. Red took that as a yes.
"Where are we?"
"Blaviken."
"Blavi- What? Which part of the world did Atë send us to?" Dean exclaimed.
"Sorry, we're really not from...around here. Are we in Europe?" said Sam.
The man stared at him blankly.
"Asia?"
"You're in The Continent."
"But...which continent exactly?"
Dean decided to join the conversation. "Just tell us where we are and we won't bother you any longer."
"I have, if you listened." The Witcher grunted again. "You're in Blaviken."
"I've never heard of that place, ever. Are we even still on Earth?"
When no response came, Sam continued. "How far is Kansas from here?"
"I don't know where that is." Although he acted like he was annoyed, it seemed like he was getting more intrigued.
As the men conversed, trying to figure out the geography, Red stayed silent. She was mentally mapping the whole fiasco up in her head. She remembered a conversation between her and her sister when they did research on the Goddess.
"Guys." The redhead turned to them, a flustered look plastered onto her face. "I've got a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore, in fact..."
"I think we're in another universe."