Title: The Winchester Anomaly

Author: Disasteriffic Kaz

Info: Professor Cutter calls the boys back to England when more than dinosaurs escape an anomaly and knows this is something he needs the Winchesters for again. season 2 Supernatural/season 3 Primeval Xover

Author's Note: This story leads off a prompt I wrote as a reward for the Reader's Special. I had so much fun mixing these two fandoms I knew I'd have to come back to it eventually and write another. You can read the original meeting of the Winchesters with the ARC crew here: Go to my profile, find the "Reader's Special 2nd Edition 1 Shot Reward Fics" and it will be Chapter 6: For Leahelisabeth.
I wish I could just paste the URL but fanfic,net doesn't seem to allow links even to their own site anymore. Sorry peeps!

Beta'd by the always awesome JaniceC678 :D– Friend and Muse's co-conspirator.

Beta's Note: Just feel I must chime in here and say that I never once watched the show Primeval, but I LOVED the previous one-shot crossover which completely explained any background you might need to know. And from what I've read so far of this one, it promises to be EPIC. You don't even have to know that it's another TV show...just think of them as new characters doing a unique job of their own! But I DO highly recommend reading the previous one-shot first, which is linked in the A/N. Enjoy!

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Chapter 1

Dean watched his brother come slowly down the aging stairs and groaned, trying to push himself higher on the wall. He felt like an idiot for letting the zombie tag him and decided Sam was a good target for his frustration as his little brother stood over him, tucked his phone away, and smiled.

"You think this is funny?" Dean snarled while Sam knelt beside him and rolled his eyes. "I get off this floor…kickin' your ass. Who the hell were you talkin' to on the damn phone while I'm bleedin' out?"

Sam shook his head with a smile. "You're not bleeding out. Don't be a baby." He took his big brother's shoulder and pulled him forward enough to pull his jacket up and look at his back. "Believe it or not, that was Professor Cutter."

Dean jerked and stared at him. "Wait, Professor 'I chase dinosaurs through time' Cutter?"

Sam chuckled. "Yeah, that one." Satisfied that his brother's wound wasn't, in fact, life threatening, he pulled Dean's arm over his shoulders and dragged him to his feet. "They've got a little problem over there he thinks is our kind of thing - well, and his kind of thing. Both our things together. Wait, that just sounds wrong."

Dean snorted a laugh. "You not makin' sense 'cause I lost too much blood, or are you just not makin' sense in general?" he asked wearily and chuckled as they stepped out onto the porch. "We are not goin' to friggin' England again. Nuh-uh."

Sam laughed as he helped him down the stairs and saved the argument for later while he recalled the astonishing events of their last meeting with Professor Nick Cutter and his team. He and Dean had gone to England after a cursed statue for Bobby, which Dean was still pissed about. The flight home had somehow managed to be worse than the flight out, and he wasn't sure he could get Dean on the plane again. Sam smirked slightly; the opportunity for his brother to irritate the so-uptight Becker about his guns again did sound like fun if he could just talk him into it.

"You just wanna…geek out with the little guy again. What was his name?" Dean looked over at his brother while Sam opened the passenger door of the Impala and gave him a lopsided smile.

"Connor, like you don't remember." Sam rolled his eyes, chuckling as he helped Dean into the seat. "You're just disappointed the hot blonde was into him and not you."

"Ooh, Abby." Dean whistled softly and tried to get comfortable as the door closed. He grinned when Sam got in the car. "Wouldn't mind looking at her again, even if she does prefer you geeks."

"Her name you remember." Sam shook his head and laughed as he pulled out onto the street. "You are a hopeless hound, Dean."

Dean chuckled and turned slightly in the seat to take pressure off his wounded back. "You see that waitress I made time with last week, dude? Hopeless, my shiny white ass." He dropped his head back onto the seat while Sam laughed and tried to remember again how much he hated flying.

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"Tell me again why I'm on this deathtrap?" Dean growled over at his brother and did his best not to look around the cabin as the plane bounced through yet another patch of turbulence.

"Because the professor asked for our help and we owe him." Sam rolled his eyes fondly and knew his brother's mind was over focused on the flight because he got an arm over his shoulders on the back of the seat without being hurt for it.

"Pretty sure we saved their asses," Dean said angrily and slammed his eyes closed when the plane rolled.

Sam chuckled and settled his arm over his brother's shaking shoulders. "They helped save me from the Triassic and patched me up after, Dean."

Dean didn't bother answering. He focused instead on his death grip on the arms of the seat and, though he'd never admit it, the comforting weight of his brother's arm over his shoulders. He'd been hunched in the seat so long, the wound in his back was throbbing all over again, and he wished he hadn't been so stubborn when Sam had tried to get him to wait a few days for his back to heal. He had seventeen stitches on his lower back thanks to the zombie, and he felt every damn one of them just then.

"Just breathe, Dean. Take it easy," Sam tried to soothe him. Teasing Dean about his fear of flying was only funny for the first hour or so; after that, it just became cruel. Sam was concerned about him, wishing he could have convinced Dean to take a few days rather than fly wounded, but he wouldn't hear of it once he'd agreed to it. Sam settled in for the long haul.

Dean didn't take a full breath again until the plane touched down at Heathrow Airport in London. He strode hurriedly off the thing into the airport and didn't register at first that his name was being called.

"Dean." Sam smirked at his brother's pale face and turned him. "They're here." He waved as Connor Temple walked toward them with a huge grin, the short, blonde and adorable Abby Maitland at his side with the tall, uniformed Becker behind them. "Hi!"

"Dean, mate. You look like hell." Becker ginned as Dean looked at him very unhappily.

"Rough flight, army boy," Dean groaned and straightened, unwilling to look weak in front of the man who insisted on grinning at him. He had a sudden urge to blacken one of Becker's far too amused blue eyes and mess up that damn army, short hair of his.

Connor pulled on Sam's sleeve and tugged the overtall man down to his height. "Sam…he alright? He looks a bit…"

"Dean's really not happy about flying…ever," Sam said with a smile. "It's pretty much the only time he looks like a scared twelve-year-old."

Abby chuckled softly and took Sam's other hand in a warm grip. "Still hasn't gotten over that?" She looked over at Sam's brother with a smirk. "I seem to remember him saying 'never again' the last time you two were here."

Sam laughed softly and nodded. "Took all my skills to irritate him onto the plane and that's saying something."

"Not a newsflash for anyone that you're a pain in the ass, Sam." Dean stepped in suddenly and grinned. "Hey, Abs. Connor." He grabbed Abby up and hugged her, then set her down while she laughed next to Connor. "You lookin' after her, shorty?"

"Oi! I'm not short," Connor protested and rolled his eyes as Sam, Dean, and Becker all took a step closer to look down at him. "I'm five foot nine, thanks, mates. You're all gargantuan freaks of bloody nature."

Sam laughed and clapped him on the back hard enough to knock him forward a step. "So, are you gonna to tell us exactly what's been going on?"

"The professor will." Becker smiled and then frowned, watching Sam stop his brother from picking up his own bag and grabbing it for him. "You alright?"

"He took a hit in the back less than two days ago and was too stubborn to heal up before coming." Sam rolled his eyes when Dean snarled at him. "The stitches are healing. He'll be fine; just grumpy."

"Can we please go somewhere with food before I make myself an only child?" Dean slapped Becker's shoulder. "Come on. Let the geeks geek."

"The professor's waiting on us," Becker said in his smooth voice, blue eyes crinkling as he pulled Dean's bag from Sam and nodded. "We have a car waiting, but I'm sure we can find something suitably greasy at the ARC."

"Meat pies?" Dean asked and grinned at the chorus of chuckles as he rubbed his hands together. "Only reason I agreed to get on that flying tuna can. It's meat AND it's pie. Oh, yeah, baby."

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The Anomaly Research Center was every bit as impressive as the Winchesters remembered as their nondescript SUV pulled into the underground parking lot and out of the sun. Sam smiled as they were led into the operations center of the ARC and he got his second look at Connor's Anomaly Detector.

"You've done some work on it." Sam stepped up to look at all the screens while Connor beamed with pride beside him. Multiple screens displayed London, various parts of the UK, and the whole of the country with detection grids overlaid, graphs, and readings. "This is impressive."

"Oi, this is…cutting edge stuff now, mate." Connor ran a loving hand along the side of one of the screens.

Sam chuckled. "It was cutting edge before."

"Dean! Sam!" Professor Nick Cutter strode down the ramp from the floor above and grinned at the two men, noting once more how tall they seemed to breed them in America. His hair was still the same unruly, dirty blonde and his eyes crinkled with his smile. "Are ye' 'ungry yet, Dean or is your belly still playin' merry 'ell with ye?"

Dean snorted, sorting through the professor's thick accent. "Starving. Becker promised me meat pies."

"Aye, best not to disappoint ye then. Come on." Nick clapped a hand to his shoulder. "We can eat and talk."

Dean could tell the tension level in the ARC was higher than normal. He could see it in the shoulders and faces of everyone they passed as they walked. Even in the canteen, though they laughed and joked as they ate, that tension was still there. He glanced at Sam, got a nod, and leaned back from his empty plate. "Ok, professor." Dean rubbed his tummy happily. "Now that you've fed us, how about you tell us what's got you all so nervous?"

"Right. Perceptive." Professor Cutter smiled. "Abby, would ye' get that file from my desk? And don't bother Sarah! She's busy!"

Abby chuckled and strode off, shaking her head. "Yes, professor."

"We've an anomaly, which is nothin' new o' course. We know something's come through, but we haven't a clue what." Cutter shrugged. "Whatever it is, it's vicious."

Connor gave a light shudder. "We've seen people, you know, dino lunch buffet?" He smirked but it was a weak attempt at humor. "This is so far past that."

"What makes you think it's our sort of thing?" Sam leaned on the table with a frown. "Dinosaurs eat people, generally." He knew, because he often kept in touch with Connor via email, and he had a fair idea now of the sort of things they faced. It had given him all new respect for people who didn't seem all that imposing to begin with but could face down history's worst predators and win every time. "Something has to be different about these kills."

"They're not just bein' used for chew toys, yeah?" Connor swallowed. "Somethin's taking pieces out of them and draining them."

"It's drinking their blood," Nick Cutter clarified. "Well, no' including the copious amounts that are left decorating each scene. It's a sloppy eater, whatever it is."

Sam met his brother's eyes. He raised a brow, Dean shrugged in return, and Sam nodded. "Are you sure it's a dinosaur doing the killing and not some sort of…I don't know…proto-human or whatever?"

"Definitely a dinosaur," Connor said surely. "It leaves tracks in the blood."

"Best guess from the tracks and the size of them is it's some sort of raptor." Cutter rolled his eyes. "As if they aren't deadly enough all on their own. We've had first 'and experience more than once."

"Here." Abby returned and set a file folder on the table between the Winchesters. "You can 'ave a look at the pictures. I'm gonna go check on Rex. Definitely don't need to see those again."

Dean flipped the file open and flipped through the gory pictures, passing each to Sam as he went. "You see that?"

Sam nodded, finger resting on a pattern of teeth in one man's shoulder…what was left of his shoulder. "And here." He tapped another of the pictures, pushing the glossy image toward Dean. "It's the same but…different. Different jaw structure." Sam muttered as he studied the wounds and carefully tried not to think about them in terms of people; there just wasn't a whole lot of them left. "Arching teeth…"

"Two rows. Right there." Dean glanced up and caught matching smirks on Connor and the professor's faces. "What?"

"They sound like us." Connor chuckled.

Professor Cutter nodded. "I take it ye' think ye' know what we're dealin' with?"

"It's…" Sam leaned back and ran a hand through his hair. "I guess I never considered really that things like this even existed before people, you know?"

"Things like wha'?" Connor asked curiously.

"Well, if I didn't know better…I'd say these were vampire kills." Sam shrugged and looked over at his brother.

Dean took one of the photos and pushed it over to the other men. "See this bite?" His finger ran along a distinctive impression of teeth. "That looks like the bite radius of a vampire."

"Really?" Connor frowned and looked. "I always thought, well, fangs, yeah?" He smirked. "Like Dracula."

Sam shook his head. "Vampires - well, human vampires anyway - have an entire row of retractable, razor sharp fangs that descend over their human teeth when they feed." He nodded to the photos. "That's what that looks like but with a different shaped mouth."

"This is kinda freaky." Dean shook his head and leaned back. "Vampire dinosaurs? Damn, our lives are weird, dude."

"Could be something else," Sam said but he was fairly sure they were right.

"One way to find out." Dean clapped his hands together and grinned. "Let's go hunt us a blood-suckin' Godzilla."

Professor Cutter laughed and stood. "Becker's been gettin' everythin' ready for us. The anomaly seems to be fairly stable. Doesn'a show signs of closing anytime soon. Connor?"

"Right, no. Still suckin' up any metal that gets near it." Connor smirked. "Tha's a good sign." He frowned. "Or a bad one, I guess, since the dinosaurs can just keep coming through." He sighed. "I'm still workin' on that. I'll figure it out."

"I know you will, Connor. Let's go, eh? Find Abby." Cutter gave the young man a push to the door and gathered together the gruesome pictures as Dean and Sam rose. "Assumin' yer' righ' an' it is a vampire raptor, how do we deal with it?"

"Beheading," Dean said firmly.

"Now, hold on. We need to send it back through, if possible." Cutter raised a hand. "I know you're used to killin' everythin' ye' go after, but this is different. The smallest thing can change the future. Believe me."

Dean looked at him, readying an argument, but something about the odd, lost look on the professor's face stopped him. There was some deep pain there and Dean left it alone. "Well, you can weaken a vampire."

"Dead man's blood," Sam nodded. "The blood of the dead incapacitates them for a short period of time. I don't know if dead human blood would have the same effect on a dinosaur, though."

"We have to somehow get hold of dead dino blood?" Connor asked and his voice rose worriedly. "That could be a bit of a problem."

"We could try human first, but I'd like to have the alternative around just in case." Dean ran through scenarios in his head. "I'm leanin' towards human won't work considering how much this thing chewed on the victims even after they were dead."

"There must be a way to get it." Sam took a breath. "What about the anomaly? We could in and find a dead raptor."

"That…only if we have to." Cutter shook his head and started for the door. "I'll send Becker on a…supply run to the local morgue. We'll try human first."

Dean followed him out into the hall and back toward the underground garage. "Professor, you know we can try and bag this thing alive, but you gotta know things might not play out that way." He moved up alongside him to meet his eyes. "A human vamp is damn dangerous."

"Vampires create more of themselves by infecting others with their blood." Sam told Connor. "All a human vampire has to do is feed you their blood and you turn."

"Bloody hell." Connor said softly. "Gonna grab Abby. See you in a minute." He dashed off down another hall.

Dean fell back alongside his brother and scowled. "Human blood ain't gonna work, is it?"

Sam shook his head. "I don't think so. Some of the damage in those pictures was definitely post-mortem."

"Dammit." Dean growled. "So we got a super-strong, blood-sucking Jurassic Park goin' on out there somewhere AND we're not allowed to kill the damn thing. This is gonna go well."

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Dean knelt in the shadows of an old cannery with Becker beside him, both men holding crossbows with arrows dipped in dead man's blood. He looked back and just saw his brother's head pop up over a wall before vanishing again. Sam had been detailed with keeping Connor, Abby, and the Professor in one piece.

"You sure this thing is still around here?" Dean asked Becker softly.

Becker nodded. "The last body we found was just a block away, and the anomaly's down in the sub-level." He shrugged. "We could go down there, but you already know what I think of that idea, mate."

Dean snorted. Becker had argued, and loudly, sometimes speaking to Cutter and Connor as if they were children, that going into the sub-basement to hunt for something this dangerous was foolhardy. According to him, it was a maze of tunnels and halls, some of which were blocked off and not marked on any blueprint. "May not have a choice if this doesn't work." Dean tapped a finger on his crossbow. "And I gotta tell you, man. My gut says this is gonna go sideways fast."

Becker gave him a grim smile. "Trust me, mate. If I had my way, we'd have bloody shotguns and this thing would never see home again." He rolled his eyes fondly. "But I do see the professor's point. It would be a bit shite to never have existed."

That earned a soft laugh from Dean and then he slapped a hand out to the soldier's arm. He'd heard something from ahead of them. Dean raised the crossbow and sighted along the wall toward the wide door with Becker a tense line beside him. "Get ready to run."

Becker raised a brow and looked over at the American. "You're that sure this isn't going to work?" He got a short nod in response and rolled out his shoulders in preparation. It had been difficult to accept the things the Winchesters had told them the last time they met. The existence of every boogeyman he'd thought nothing but myth had rocked him, even after seeing real live ghosts for himself. Becker was relieved that this time, at least, the supernatural thing coming after them was something he could fight with his own weapons…after a fashion.

Dean tensed when just the nose of the dinosaur peeked out from the door. The thing's nostrils flared in the half-light and he knew it was scenting their presence. He tightened his finger on the trigger of the crossbow and waited. The raptor's head eased further around the door and then there was a loud commotion from behind them. Dean spun with fear choking him as voices rose in panic from where Sam was watching the others.

"DEAN!"

"Sam?" Dean took a few steps toward them and saw a dark shape hurtle across the open space and into where the others were hidden. "Sam!"

"Dean, dammit!" Becker fired his crossbow bolt into the neck of the raptor as it came through the door and leaped toward the man's unprotected back. "Down!" He slammed into Dean and took them both to the floor as the raptor's leap took it over them. Becker was torn from Dean's back when the creature's lethal claws caught in the back of his vest and pulled him away in a tumble.

"No!" Dean shouted and gained his knees. The professor's worries about disrupting the timelines were suddenly worthless to him with his brother's life in danger. He couldn't lose Sam. Losing Dad had been hard enough, but Sam…that would be the loss that broke him. Dean shot a blood-soaked bolt into the raptor's eye as it rose over Becker's prone form. He quickly loaded another bolt, though the blood was obviously having no effect, while the dinosaur put its head back in a roar of pain. Dean's eyes widened as the raptor's jaws opened wide and he saw a second set of wickedly curved fangs descend in front of the already razor-sharp teeth. He aimed into its mouth and fired, lodging his bolt in the back of its throat while the shouting from the back of the cannery suddenly went muffled and then silent.

"SAM!"

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To Be Continued…