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

The hospital room faded in and out of Lucien's awareness, constantly becoming awake and falling asleep, reality blurring at the edges as pain medication and exhaustion pulled him deeper into sleep.

His charred hands throbbed beneath layers of gauze, each heartbeat sending fresh waves of pain up his arms despite the morphine drip.

The Force felt distant, weakened – like trying to grasp water with fingers spread too wide.

Darkness crept in from the corners of his consciousness, a welcome respite from the constant pain.

As Lucien surrendered to it, the hospital bed seemed to grow softer, warmer. The antiseptic smell faded, replaced by something sweeter – jasmine, vanilla, and beneath it all, the faintest metallic hint of blood.

A weight settled beside him, the mattress dipping slightly. Something warm pressed against his side – a body, curving to fit against his.

Fingers traced feather-light patterns across his shoulder, down his arm, careful to avoid the bandages.

Lucien's eyes snapped open, heart hammering against his ribs.

Katherine Pierce lay beside him, propped on one elbow, her dark hair cascading over bare shoulders.

She wore only black lace that contrasted starkly with her pale skin, her eyes watching him with predatory affection.

"Hello, sleeping beauty," she murmured, her finger tracing his collarbone.

Lucien jerked away, ignoring the pain that shot through his body at the sudden movement. His back hit the headboard as he pressed himself against it, putting a bit of distance between them.

"Katherine!" The name escaped his lips before he could stop it – a mistake he realized immediately.

Her expression shifted to confusion, head tilting slightly. "Katherine? Who's Katherine?" She pouted playfully. "It's Sarah, silly. Don't you remember me from the fair?"

Lucien's mind raced, piecing together what was happening. This wasn't real – couldn't be the real world. He could feel it being a dream.

He was still in the hospital, still unconscious.

But she was real. He knew that.

Somehow, Katherine had invaded his dreams.

'African dream root,' he thought, recalling the herb from Bobby's lessons. Powerful enough to allow one person to enter another's dreams, if they had a DNA sample – blood, hair, anything.

He doubted she could get close to do it Vampire style with his family around.

"You seem confused," Katherine said, her voice concerned while her eyes remained calculating. She sat up, the sheet falling away from her form. "Don't you remember what happened?"

"Why don't you refresh my memory?" Lucien managed, his voice steadier than he felt. He reached for the Force instinctively, finding only wisps where there should have been an ocean.

Katherine smiled, the expression not quite reaching her eyes. "You were so brave, fighting that vampire at the plantation house. I was tracking him too – he killed my sister."

The lie rolled effortlessly from her tongue. "I found you after the collapse, brought you to the hospital. The doctors wouldn't let me stay, but..." she leaned closer, "I couldn't leave you alone."

She reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, her fingers lingering against his cheek. "You saved my life. I had to thank you properly."

Lucien maintained his composure despite his racing heart. This was a predator – five centuries old, experienced in manipulation and seduction.

And he was trapped in his own mind with her, weakened and vulnerable.

He knew what she was doing, making it out to be a wet-dream of his probably. Something he won't clearly remember after becoming awake.

Subconscious manipulative inducements. How illogical it may be the scenario, making one think of it as merely a dream, and putting the ideas in ones head, could would.

If he wasn't a reincarnator that is. One who knew how she worked.

'Fucking bitch...' Lucien thought to himself.

He shifted away from her touch, his movement limited by the headboard behind him. Katherine followed, graceful as a cat stalking prey, until she had effectively cornered him against the wall.

"You know," Lucien said, forcing confidence into his voice, "you do remember that I'm thirteen, right? Pretty sure there are laws against this sort of thing."

Katherine's smile widened, revealing perfect teeth that Lucien knew could extend into fangs at any moment. "Laws?" She laughed, the sound musical and dangerous.

"Laws are for humans, darling." Her fingers traced the scar beside his eye. "And you're so much more than that, aren't you?"

She leaned closer, her lips nearly brushing his ear as she whispered: "I saw what you did to Damon. The burns. The power. No human child could do that." Her breath was cool against his skin. "You're a god walking among insects."

The pieces clicked into place in Lucien's mind. This was her game – convince him he was divine, feed his ego, make him believe she worshipped him.

Create a psychological weakness she could exploit later. Make him crave the adoration she offered.

Katherine's lips brushed his cheek, feather-light, before trailing down to his neck. "Age means nothing to gods," she murmured against his skin. "And their pleasures are beyond mortal understanding."

Lucien remained perfectly still, his mind working frantically. If he could just access the Force, even a fraction of it, he could push her away, wake himself up. But the connection remained frustratingly weak.

'Seriously, am I about to get the Winchester special? How many times were Sam and Dean about to be raped by monster chicks- Meg assaulting Sam, the Sirens- fuck! There has to be limits to this shit!'

"I've waited so long to find someone like you," Katherine continued, her hands sliding down his arms, to his legs, and then even lower. "Someone worthy of devotion."

Lucien steeled himself, preparing to physically push her away despite his weakened state, even if it was going to be painful as shit.

Maybe that pain would wake him up despite it being a magical dream- him able to feel the magic in the air.

He wouldn't play her game, wouldn't give her the satisfaction-

A high-pitched ringing suddenly filled the room, the sound piercing and unmistakably otherworldly. Katherine jerked back, her expression shifting from seductive to annoyed in an instant.

Brilliant white light flooded the dreamscape, pouring in from nowhere and everywhere simultaneously.

The hospital room began to dissolve around them, reality bending under the intrusion of something ancient and powerful.

Katherine clicked her tongue in irritation. "Interruptions," she hissed, her facade dropping completely. Her eyes met Lucien's, all pretense gone. "I hope to see you soon little god. I'm more patient than you might think."

She flicked his head, and Lucien could feel the memories almost being transformed, induced into him as subconscious thoughts.

But he held on.

The dream collapsed like a house of cards, Katherine's form dissolving into mist as the ringing intensified.

Lucien desperately held onto the memories, as he felt himself falling, the sensation of weightlessness accompanied by that strange, piercing sound that seemed to vibrate through his very soul.

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Lucien gasped awake, his body jerking upright in the hospital bed.

His heart hammered against his ribs as he frantically scanned the room – empty, save for medical equipment and the faint beeping of monitors.

Sunlight streamed through half-closed blinds, indicating morning had arrived.

The memory of Katherine's invasion lingered, luckily, he kept them - though they were still like a bad taste, making him shudder despite the room's warmth.

He raised his hands to rub his face – and froze.

The bandages were gone. So were the burns.

His hands, which had been charred black from channeling Force Lightning, were completely healed. The skin was smooth and unblemished, as if the injury had never happened.

Lucien stared in disbelief, turning his hands over repeatedly. The pain was gone, replaced by a strange tingling sensation that reminded him of the high-pitched ringing from his dream.

He touched his face, fingers finding the fresh scar beside his eye – that, at least, remained.

'Was that angelic intervention? How- no, why?'

The door swung open, interrupting his examination. John entered first, followed closely by Dean and Sam. Their expressions shifted from concern to relief when they saw him sitting up.

"You're awake," Sam said, smiling. "How are you feeling?"

Lucien didn't answer, instead holding up his healed hands. "We need to leave. Now."

John's eyes narrowed as he noticed the missing bandages. "Your hands-"

"Healed," Lucien confirmed tersely. "And we need to go. Right now."

Dean approached the bed, examining Lucien's hands with a mixture of confusion and awe. "How did this happen? Did you-"

"No," Lucien cut him off, throwing back the blankets and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "It wasn't me. And we're not safe here."

Sam frowned, stepping forward. "Whoa, hold on. You just woke up. The doctors need to-"

Lucien fixed him with a glare so intense that Sam actually took a step back. "The vampire chick from the fair was just in my head. In my dreams. She knows where I am, what I can do, and she's possibly coming. We need to leave before she finds a way past the hospital security."

The effect of his words was immediate. John's posture shifted to combat-ready, while Dean's hand moved instinctively toward the weapon concealed beneath his jacket.

"How?" John demanded.

"African dream root, probably," Lucien answered, attempting to stand. His legs wobbled treacherously beneath him. "She needed a DNA sample – hair, blood, something. Plenty of that available where I bled."

John didn't waste time questioning further. "Dean, get the car. Sam, grab our gear." His orders were clipped, efficient. "I'll handle Lucien."

"I can walk," Lucien protested weakly.

John ignored him, gathering the boy into his arms with gentleness. "Save your strength. We might need it later."

Dean disappeared down the hallway while Sam quickly collected their few belongings. John carried Lucien toward the door, pausing only to check the corridor before proceeding.

"The vampire from the fair?" John asked quietly as they moved.

Lucien nodded against his father's shoulder. "She's dangerous. More than you know."

They navigated the hospital corridors with practiced stealth, avoiding the nurses' station and taking service elevators where possible.

When a nurse rounded the corner unexpectedly, Dean intercepted her with his most charming smile and a fabricated story about a lost patient room, giving John and Sam time to slip past unnoticed.

The Impala waited at the emergency exit, engine already running. Dean held the back door open as John carefully placed Lucien inside, then slid in beside him.

Sam took the passenger seat as Dean jumped behind the wheel.

"Where to?" Dean asked, pulling away from the hospital with controlled urgency.

"Bobby's, no motel," John decided. "We need the most heavily warded place we know."

Lucien leaned back against the seat, the adrenaline that had carried him through the escape beginning to fade.

Now that they were moving, the reality of what had just happened settled over him like a cold blanket.

"She was in my head," he said quietly. "Like it was nothing. Just walked right in."

Sam turned in his seat, his expression concerned. "What did she want?"

Lucien hesitated, uncomfortable with the full truth. "To manipulate me. Make me think I'm... special. Divine, even. Create a weakness she could exploit."

"Well, you are special," Dean said, eyes flicking to the rearview mirror. "Just not in the way she thinks."

John studied Lucien's healed hands. "And these? Any idea what happened?"

Lucien shook his head. "There was a sound – like high-pitched ringing. Bright light. It interrupted her dream invasion. When I woke up..." He held up his hands. "Fixed."

"Whatever it was, I'm thankful it happened. We'll figure it out later."

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

Some of you may be feeling that I am focusing too much on TVD- but bear with me my dear readers. Just let me build up some foundations. We'll get to more good stuff later.

Also, yeah, Katherine is... Well, she liked in the 15th century, where 14 year old boys marrying wasn't out of norm- so her morality besides her being a vampire isn't conventional because of her age.

Something, though needs to be done about her. She noticed the vulnerability immediately. I couldn't have her not try this, with her finding out how weakened Lucien was.

Luckily Uriel came to the rescue.

Well, I hope to see you all later,

Bye!)