In Supernatural TV/Vampire Diaries with The Force as the Chosen One

The Impala's engine rumbled steadily as it ate up highway miles, the sound comforting after thirty-six hours ago, full of chaos.

John's hands gripped the wheel with ease, his eyes constantly scanning the road ahead and the rearview mirror in a cycle, always keeping vigilant.

In the passenger seat, Dean dozed fitfully, head lolling against the window. The bruises around his neck had faded from angry purple to a sickly yellow-green.

Sam sat behind John, occasionally rubbing his arms despite the warm air flowing through the vents. His gaze kept drifting to Lucien beside him.

Lucien had regained consciousness just three hours earlier, waking with a gasp in a roadside motel room.

His body felt heavy, limbs responding sluggishly to commands, but his mind was surprisingly clear.

And the Force... something had changed. His control was, to a good extent, better now, like it was a stream that had worn down its banks through repeated flooding.

"How much farther?" Lucien asked, his voice still slightly raspy from disuse.

John glanced in the rearview mirror. "About four hours to Bobby's. How're you feeling?"

"Hungry," Lucien admitted. "And tired, which makes no sense after sleeping for a day."

"Force exhaustion," Sam said quietly. "Your notes mentioned it."

Dean stirred at the conversation, blinking awake. "Kid's awake and complaining already. Must be feeling better."

"We'll stop for food soon," John decided, scanning the upcoming exit signs. "Everyone could use a proper meal."

Fifteen minutes later, the Impala pulled into the gravel parking lot of Rosie's Diner, a roadside establishment with a flickering neon sign and windows that promised home-cooked meals.

The restaurant was half-full, mostly locals by the look of them, with a few fellow travelers occupying booths along the windows.

John selected a corner table with clear sightlines to both exits. Dean slid in beside him while Sam and Lucien took the opposite bench.

A waitress with graying hair and a name tag reading "Darlene" approached with menus and a pot of coffee.

"Just passing through?" she asked, filling the mugs John and Dean immediately turned upright.

"Yes ma'am," John replied with a polite nod. "Long drive ahead."

"Well, the pot roast special will keep you going," she offered with a practiced smile. "I'll give you boys a minute to decide."

When she'd moved to another table, Dean leaned forward. "So, you remember anything from your Sleeping Beauty act, Lu?"

He did in a way - having even gained some knowledge he didn't have before from the force, but nothing about what happened when he was awake, so Lucien shook his head. "Nothing after the cemetery. Sam filled me in on what happened after."

The waitress returned for their orders: burger and fries for Dean, chef's salad for Sam, steak and potatoes for John. Lucien studied the menu carefully.

"The spaghetti and meatballs," he decided. 

 "Anything else?" Darlene asked, collecting the menus.

"We're good for now," John answered.

When she was out of earshot, John leaned forward, elbows on the table. His expression shifted from road-weary father to hunter debriefing his team.

"Let's talk about what happened," he began, voice low but clear. "What went wrong, what went right, what we learned."

Dean straightened, responding to the shift in tone. "Research was incomplete. We identified the spirit but missed crucial details about the binding ritual."

"We underestimated the wraith's strength," Sam added. "And didn't consider multiple anchors."

John nodded. "Lucien's instincts were right about this one. There was something off from the beginning. We should've been far more cautious then we already were." He glanced at his second-youngest son. "Your connection to the Force gave us an edge we wouldn't have had otherwise."

Lucien recognized the subtle pride in John's voice, hidden beneath the professional assessment.

"That said," John continued, "you disobeyed a direct order. I told you to stay in the car."

Lucien met his father's gaze steadily. "I know."

"You saved Dean's life," John acknowledged. "So I'm not going to lecture you about it. But don't make a habit of disobeying orders. In a hunt, the chain of command exists for a reason."

"Yes, sir," Lucien replied, understanding the reprieve for what it was.

Dean grinned, lightening the moment. "Kid went full Jedi on that wraith, though. Should've seen it, Lu. You had this look on your face like you were gonna explode."

"I nearly did," Lucien admitted. "Pushing that hard... it was like trying to redirect a river with my bare hands."

Sam had been quieter than usual, occasionally rubbing his arms as if chilled despite the warm diner.

John noticed. "Sam. You want to tell us what happened when you tapped into the Force?"

Sam's hands stilled on his arms. "It was... different than I expected. When Missouri touched Lucien during that vision of Death, she described it as light. What I felt was..." He hesitated. "Cold. Like ice in my veins. Powerful, but freezing."

"The Dark Side," Lucien said quietly.

"You feeling any side effects?" John asked Sam directly.

Sam hesitated. "Sometimes I feel cold when I shouldn't. Like phantom chills. It comes and goes."

John turned to Lucien. "What should we expect? Any other side effects?"

Lucien frowned, considering. "I don't know much about the Dark Side specifically. It's not evil, not like in the movies, but it is the rawest, most destructive aspect of the Force. Using it without proper control is like..." he searched for an analogy, "like holding fire in your bare hands. Your control is what protects you from getting burned."

Sam nodded, though something flickered across his face. The analogy didn't quite fit his experience - fire was hot, but the Dark Side had been intensely, penetratingly cold.

"Since Sam only accessed it through physical contact with me," Lucien continued, "and only briefly, any effects should be temporary."

"You sure about that?" John pressed.

"No," Lucien admitted honestly. "The Force is still new to me. Everything about it is somewhat unknown."

Their food arrived, conversation pausing as Darlene distributed plates and refilled coffee mugs.

For a few minutes, they ate in silence, the events of the past two days catching up with them as hunger took precedence over discussion.

Dean was halfway through his burger when he lowered it suddenly, expression thoughtful - an unusual look for him mid-meal.

"You know, maybe we should check if the kid's cursed or something."

Three heads turned toward him simultaneously. Lucien stared at Dean like he'd grown a second head.

"What?" Dean asked defensively. "Don't look at me like that."

"Cursed?" Sam repeated.

"Yeah." Dean gestured with a french fry. "Think about it. Every time Lu leaves Bobby's protections, something weird happens. First that vampire chick at the fair-"

John's expression darkened immediately at the mention. The encounter with Katherine - him still not even knowing her name - still rankled, not just the danger to Lucien, but how easily she'd manipulated Dean.

"-and now this wraith that's somehow different from any wraith we've ever heard of," Dean continued. "Maybe the kid's got some kind of supernatural bad luck or something."

Lucien opened his mouth to protest, then closed it. The idea was ridiculous - he wasn't cursed, he was just a cosmic nexus point with Winchester luck. But he couldn't exactly say that.

John considered Dean's suggestion, fork paused halfway to his mouth. "It's not the craziest idea," he conceded. "We should look into it."

"Seriously?" Lucien asked, incredulous.

"We've seen stranger things," John replied. "And Dean's right - there's a pattern forming that we'd be foolish to ignore."

"What kind of curse detection are you thinking?" Sam asked, picking at his salad. "Most require specialized ingredients or abilities."

John nodded. "We'd need someone with particular sensitivity. Missouri might be able to help, or another psychic contact."

"Bobby probably has books on detection spells," Dean added. "Wouldn't hurt to check."

They finished their meals, conversation shifting to lighter topics - Dean recounting a story about a hunt from the previous year that had Lucien genuinely laughing despite his exhaustion.

John signaled for the check. "I'm going to get some coffee to go and pay. Dean, come help me carry some extra food for the road."

As John and Dean headed to the counter, Lucien and Sam were left alone at the table. Lucien was about to ask Sam more about what he'd experienced with the Dark Side when Sam's expression suddenly changed.

His face went blank, eyes unfocusing slightly. Almost like he was absent-minded, thinking of somewhere else.

"He feels neglected you know," Sam said suddenly. "Your son feels you favor his sister."

Lucien froze, fork clattering against his plate.

"The Dark Side feels like you're ignoring him," Sam continued. "While embracing the Light."

Before Lucien could respond, Sam blinked rapidly, expression returning to normal, suddenly taking in what he just said, as John and Dean approached with to-go bags and coffee.

Dean noticed their expressions immediately. "Did we miss something?"

Sam opened his mouth, confusion evident on his face, but Lucien cut in smoothly.

"Nothing important," he said, forcing a casual tone. "Just discussing Force theory."

John and Dean exchanged skeptical looks but didn't press the issue. As they gathered their belongings and headed for the door, Lucien caught Sam's eye, mouthing silently: "Later."

The parking lot was bathed in the golden light of sunset as they loaded back into the Impala. Dean took the keys from John, who slid into the passenger seat without argument - a sign of how tired he truly was.

As the car pulled back onto the highway, Lucien stared out the window, mind racing. 

He did remember about Mortis- how the Son was the embodiment of the Dark Side, and the Daugher, the embodiment of the Light Side.

The Force he always knew to be conscious, but it is barely an infant. That it could feel jealousy while being not even a year old, was... surprising.

Beside him, Sam rubbed his arms again, that phantom cold returning despite the warm car.

"Should be back at Bobby's by midnight," Dean announced from the driver's seat, classic rock playing softly from the speakers. "Think Kate's gonna freak when she sees those bruises, Dad?"

"Probably," John admitted. "We'll deal with it."

In the rearview mirror, his eyes met Lucien's briefly, concern evident beneath his stoic expression.

They had survived another hunt, but things had gotten far more complex. Especially for his two younger sons- the ones who reminded him the most of himself.

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(Author note: Hello everyone! I hope you all enjoyed the chapter!

Do tell me how you found it.

So, baby Dark Side feels like Daddy is doting too much on his twin sister- what do you think of that? Is the Dark Side right to feel jealous, and what do you think Lucien should do about it?

Well, I hope to see you all later,

Bye!)