Disclaimer: I own nothing in the following story. All recognizable characters and locations for Supernatural belong to Eric Kripke, the actors who portray them and everyone in between. No money was made and no offence was intended in the telling of this story. All characters will be dusted off and returned after I have finished playing with them sometime in the very distant future. Custodes Noctis characters used by permission.

Author's Notes: Thanks to Muffy not only for letting me play with her fantastic characters for a while but for her support with the story as well. Thanks girl!

And thank you to everyone who read and left a review. This is the end of this little story. I enjoyed putting both of these universes together and if I get hold of another plot bunny (or Scopulus comes by for another visit) I would love to write another crossover. I hope you enjoy the final chapter.

When Worlds Collide

A crossover of Custodes Noctis and Supernatural

By infinite shadow

Chapter 4

The next morning Rob slowly went down the stairs into the shop knowing his brother was already there.

"Mornin'," Rob said around a yawn. "You were up early."

"Couldn't sleep."

"They're not completely gone."

"Dad and Bobby are gone Rob. Sure I talk to them like they're here sometimes, but I know they're not."

Rob sighed. "I know but…"

"They're just dreams. They're not prophetic or anything else," Galen said softly and stood up from the table he'd been working at. "You miss them. It's ok to miss them. It's ok that it hurts. But it doesn't change the fact that they're gone and they're never coming back in our lifetime."

"I know. I wish we coulda saved them though."

Galen nodded. "Yeah."

Rob looked down at the table. "What's all this?"

"White willow, feverfew, meadowsweet and devil's claw," Galen answered.

"For Dean?" Rob asked as he picked up a homemade satchel of tea.

"Yeah. That's meadowsweet with some black tea. Figured he might drink it if it was a strong blend."

Rob snorted. "He's not gonna drink tea."

"It can't go into coffee."

"Make up some caps for him," Rob said and smiled as he felt his brother's disapproval flow out strongly at him. "I know it's not legal but it's only illegal if you get caught."

Galen sighed. "Yeah, you're probably right," he said, sitting back at the table.

Rob brought over the mortar and pestle. "I can grind or fill."

OOOOOOOOOOOOO

Dean slowly got out of Bobby's car and flipped the seat forward so Sam could get out. His brother's colouring had almost returned to normal, and even though he knew the kid was hurting and struggling, he could tell that Sam was doing his best to hide the pain from him.

"Hey," Dean said as he closed his door. "You take your meds this morning?"

"Yeah," Sam said around a sigh.

"Not working though, huh?" Dean asked quietly.

"Not really," Sam said with a slight shrug and shake of his head. "It could be way worse, though."

Dean nodded. "Maybe we can get something for you in here."

"Dean," Sam said his voice just shy of whining.

"Dude, if we can get it dealt with then we do," Dean said.

"You two gonna stand out here all day or are we going in?" Bobby said as he stood a few steps away from them with his arms crossed.

"Do we really have a choice?" Dean said with a shake of his head. "Come on."

"Dean," Sam said quietly.

Dean turned back and took a good look at his younger brother. The hesitation and admitting to being in pain tossed up a red flag for him. "What is it, Sammy?"

"Are we sure about this? I mean its magic, right?" Sam said as he looked from the front door then to his big brother.

"Of a sort," Dean conceded. "But dad said to trust them, Sammy. If he does then we do, right?"

"I guess," he replied. "It's just weird, don't you think?"

"What's that?"

"They just happen to be here? Happen to know Bobby and Dad? It's kinda coincidental don't you think?"

"Sam, they've been in this location since the mid 1800s. The store has been passed down through the generations. Custodes Noctis are just like us. They hunt evil," Bobby said.

"But they're not like us, Bobby. That Galen guy did something to me," Sam said with a bit of a shiver.

"Yeah. He healed your sorry ass," Bobby said. "Be grateful that you're alive. You may have not lived through the night without Galen."

Dean had been watching his brother closely not liking how uncomfortable this seemed to be making him. "Sammy, do you feel different? Did he hurt you more than you told us?"

Sam shook his head and sighed. "No. My head doesn't hurt today really. It's just he was in my head, Dean. There's no telling what he saw in there."

Dean nodded and put a hand on his brother's arm. "I know its way creepy, the guy was in my head too. But dad says they're good people. No matter what he saw in there I doubt he'll hold it against you, dude," he said softly.

Sam ducked his head for a moment and then straightened up. "Yeah, ok, Dean," he said just as softly.

Bobby rolled his eyes and went inside. He nodded a hello to Rob who was sitting behind the counter.

"Hey, Bobby. Bring the kids with you?"

"Yeah the girls are outside debating whether or not to come in," Bobby said. "Hey, you got any fresh smudges?"

"Sure. Just over there," Rob said pointing at the far wall. "We have a couple different kinds."

"Galen we got company."

"Yeah? Who?"

"Guys from the hospital. Dean and Sam haven't come in yet. Did you get them finished?"

"Yeah, they're done."

Rob smiled as he picked up a smudge and started to list off what was in it.

"Hey, Bobby," Galen greeted Bobby as he came out from the back and put a small box next to the counter. "Good to see you made it in."

"Well thought we could get some supplies before hitting the road," Bobby answered. "You manage to put something together for Dean?"

"Yeah, just finished. We have some salve that could help him as well if you're interested."

Bobby nodded. "Make my own but wouldn't mind taking a look."

Galen nodded then looked over as Dean and Sam came into the store. "Glad you guys came."

"You know how it goes. We gotta go where the driver goes," Dean said as he picked up a hand-sized box in the shape of a triangle off the table and looked up at them with a raised eye brow. "Sell lots of these?"

Rob shrugged. "Depends whose shopping. It's certainly not for you. It wouldn't help you at all."

"Yeah why's that?" Sam asked.

"Well unless you need help with your menses then it's not for you," Rob said with a smile.

"It's a small burner that comes with herbs to burn as well as massage oil to help women with their cramps," Galen explained with a slight sigh. "Rob, they're anxious enough. You're not helping."

"Of course not. This is much more fun."

"Ah. It's for you, Sammy," Dean said as he tossed the small package at his little brother who flushed deep red and put the small item down as soon as it touched his hand.

"Shut up," he ground out.

Rob and Galen both smiled.

"You two behave," Bobby growled.

Sam scowled at his brother. Dean shrugged and sneezed four times in succession.

"Got anything for that?" Sam asked.

Galen nodded. "Sure. Cold or allergy?"

Dean frowned. "Cold."

"Over here," Galen said as he walked over to the other side of the store.

Sam wandered over to a glass case while Bobby had a quiet conversation with Rob.

"Does it really bother you that I've been in your head?"

"You weren't near me long enough to see anything," Dean scoffed.

"I touched you twice. Once in emergency and once outside Sam's room. I knew you were overwhelmed by worry over your little brother and I knew you were in a ton of pain," Galen said quietly doing his best to keep the conversation between the two of them.

"Dude, you barely touched me. How could you get all that from that?"

"It's a gift," Galen said with a shrug. "Look, I have some stuff that will make you feel better from your injuries."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Probably some crappy fruity tea or something."

"Nah, that's for your cold. I've got some capsules for your injuries. And don't mock the tea till you've tried it. I'll get some ready for you to try," Galen said with a slight smile.

Dean raised one eyebrow. "How bad could it be...? It's not bad, is it?" he asked just before he sneezed three times in a row.

"Nah, it's actually pretty good," Galen said grabbing a tissue from the desk and handing it to him. "I'll be right back with a cup. You're not allergic to anything are you?"

"Penicillin," Dean answered.

"Ok. This will work then," Galen said then disappeared behind the curtain and went into the back room.

Dean turned and went to see what his brother was looking at. He was looking down into a glass display case. When he got close enough to see what was in there he was surprised to see there were several kinds of tarot cards. He glanced up at his brother to see him looking straight ahead and looking a little unfocused. "Sammy?"

He was sitting staring at the blanked out look on the tarot reader's face. Her voice had taken on a hollow quality and it was like she wasn't even there. She turned the cards without looking at them and explained each one. How Jess was going to die in a mere few weeks, spiking fear in him. It was just like his nightmares.

"Hey ,Sammy," Dean said louder and grabbed his arm.

"Huh? What?" he said as he shook his head to clear the images away. He didn't know anyone named Jess let alone had nightmares about her.

"Dude, what do you want with tarot cards?" Dean asked.

"Nothing," Sam answered. "Just looking at them."

Dean watched a little concerned as his brother wandered over to another display. This one had amulets set up in a revolving cube. He couldn't name them, but he recognized some of them and knew what they were for. Then Sam was wandering again, over to a bookshelf and picked up a book on spells.

"Here you go," Galen said as he handed Dean a cup of steaming hot liquid.

The younger hunter looked down into the mug. He took a sniff then pulled his head back. "Are you sure this is tea? It's dark blue for cryin' out loud. And it smells like," he stopped took another whiff and made a face. "It smells like blueberries."

"How would you know what blueberries smelled like?" Sam asked.

"Because I made him work at a blueberry farm one summer while he was working for me," Bobby said.

"Oh man, don't remind me," Dean groaned then took a sip. His face brightened a little. "Hey, this is pretty good."

"Just remember to put a bit of honey in to take away some of the bitterness of the elderberry. It'll help," Galen explained and handed him a medium size gossamer bag. "Three cups a day, ok?"

"Thanks," Dean said.

Galen turned his attention back to Sam, cutting Rob off before he could say anything. He could feel the mischief coming off him in waves and he really didn't want him to start anything. "Hey, Rob, help Bobby. He's still looking for stuff. Ask him if he needs any amulets."

"Sam, how are you feeling?" Galen asked softly.

"I'm fine," he answered immediately and looked away.

"He's not," Dean said. "He's still in pain. The pills they gave him at the hospital aren't helping."

Galen nodded. "I can ease some of that if you'll let me. Or you can have some tea of your own."

"Um, I'll take the tea, thanks."

"No problem," Galen assured. "Look, Sam, I didn't see much when I healed you. I saw your brother, and a man who I believe is your father. But there was nothing embarrassing, I assure you. Just felt that you were scared and you wanted your family. That's all."

Sam nodded then glanced at Dean.

Galen went over to a shelf with wooden boxes of teas and chose one. Then he turned and handed it to Sam.

"Boys, you about ready?" Bobby asked from where he was at the till as he put his wallet back in his pocket.

"Yeah," Dean said and quickly finished his tea already feeling a little better. The tickle had gone from his throat and it wasn't as sore anymore. "Thanks for that."

Galen nodded. "If you boys are ever back here don't be a stranger. Oh and here," he said, handing Dean a card.

Dean looked at it. It was a business card for the Apothecary.

"Ever need some advice on home remedies or anything don't hesitate, ok?"

"Thanks," Sam said softly. "That will come in handy."

Dean glanced over to Bobby who was saying goodbye to Rob. "I guess were out of here."

"Have a good trip home," Galen said to Bobby.

"I gave Rob the number to my salvage yard. You boys need help with anything you call," Bobby said. "Thanks for all your help."

"Come on, Sammy. I'll give you the front seat for the first stretch."

Sam frowned at him. "You never ..."

"Hey. Just say thank you and try to relax on the trip back," Rob said with a grin as the boys left the store.

Bobby just shook his head and followed the boys out to the car. He put the bag into the trunk and pulled out two pillows. If he was lucky the boys would sleep on the way.

"God, you need to be four feet tall to fit back here. Dude, move your seat up," Dean grumbled.

"That kinda defeats the purpose," Sam said back and tried to get comfortable on the bucket seat.

"I mean it. Move up, man," Dean growled.

"Shut it the both of you," Bobby scowled and tossed the pillows at them. It was going to be a long trip home.

The End