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: Rated T for language throughout the story. Not many, but there are a few. This chapter is pretty much concentrates on Custodes Noctis but we will be seeing Dean, Sam and Bobby in the next chapters.

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! I think another chip delivery may be in order. ")

If you want to know more about Galen Emrys, Rob Emry's or Custodes Noctis check out muffymorrigan (dot) com to check out the author's site. This contains the first two chapters of her book.

This story is completed at four chapters. One chapter a day will be posted this week. I hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think of this story.

When Worlds Collide

A crossover of Custodes Noctis and Supernatural

By infinite shadow

Chapter 1

Galen Emrys walked through the doors of emergency and up to the desk. His friend, Dr. Mike Silva, was there giving the last of his patients updates to another doctor before he left for the night. "So you ready?"

"Yup. Heather should be down shortly," Mike replied as he nodded at the doctor before turned and giving Galen a slight grin.

"Heather? What happened to Cindy?" Galen asked.

"Didn't work out, she was a little bit too serious. Heather's a nurse. Understands that I work long hours and stuff," Mike said with a grin.

"I see."

Mike came out from behind the desk and clapped his friend on the shoulder. "So where are The Urban Werewolves playing tonight?"

"Rat's Nest," he said, smiled slightly and thought of his friend Flash who played bass. They'd met when auditioning for another band. They hadn't liked what they encountered and decided to create their own. They'd been good friends ever since.

"So free beer but no pay," his friend said with a grin.

"Basically."

They were just about at the doors to emergency on their way out when the doors opened. Both men stepped back as the gurney was led in and was met by a nurse and doctor.

"What have you got?" the doctor asked.

"I have a male, early twenties, severe trauma to the head, leg and abdomen. Patient was shocky, combatant, confused, and then lost consciousness in the ambulance," the attendant reported as he moved past the men.

Galen tuned them out almost immediately. Everything seemed to slow down to a crawl. There was a bandage over a good portion of the boy's head. What little he could see of the boy's face was bruised and had blood splattered over him but it looked so much like… It couldn't be. He couldn't feel…

Everything seemed to snap back into normal time.

"So anyway Heather's just gonna meet us outside," Mike said.

Galen suddenly reached out and grabbed Mikes arm as he starred at the back of the paramedics wheeling the boy into an examination bay. "Mike," he whispered as all colour drained out of his face. Just as abruptly he let go of his friend and followed the gurney a few paces back from where the men and women were working on him.

He was sure it was Rob, his younger brother. He reached out with his Gift but he couldn't sense him. It bothered him, but what was worse was he couldn't feel anything around him at all. It was if there was a complete void surrounding the kid.

The bond between himself and his brother had always been strong. It had been a pleasant surprise to his father and his Uncle Bobby because theirs had grown over the years. But Rob's connection with him had always just been there and grown stronger and deeper as they'd grown up.

Even separated over a couple of thousand miles as children he'd always known if Rob was happy, in trouble, sick or injured. Which was why when he couldn't connect with him now, with him directly in front of him barely a few strides away, was beginning to freak him all the way out.

Galen could feel himself begin to spin out of control. He stilled, closed his eyes he reigned himself in quickly before he lost complete control. He might have been young, but he was a Keeper, trained to handle situations like this. Especially if it was family.

"Rob?" He reached out gently again to his little brother and when he got no response he tried a little harder with his Gift. The kid was hurt but he needed to feel that contact, something to show that his brother was still there in the mess of bloody bandages.

Behind him there was a loud commotion at the desk or near the doors. Someone else's brother was hurt and they weren't letting them in. Galen knew he got special favours because of his friendship with Mike and because he helped out now and then with the patients when he could. He didn't really care. It was distracting, though, and he turned out the loud angry voice behind him.

He reached deep down inside himself, steadied and calmed himself as best he could in the chaotic ER and tried once more. "Rob, please answer me."

He felt a brush back in response but it was a brush off. Something that Rob hardly ever did. Usually when he didn't want his older brother finding out something he was doing.

"I'm gonna help you, ok?" Galen thought to his little brother lying motionless in the bed, hoping the words got through. "Just hold on."

The yelling behind him got louder to the point it began to break his connection. He heard his name being shouted then he heard his friend cry out in pain. The precarious connection with his little brother splintered apart and he spun around to find out what was wrong. His eyes widened slightly as he saw Mike half lying on the ground holding his side struggling to get up. A man around his own age was storming towards him. Anger surged through Galen uncontrollably but he beat it back the best he could. Uncontrollable anger was not helpful to any of them right now.

He took a steadying breath, reaching for calm before he touched the enraged man shoulder as the stranger stepped around him. He gasped and leaned forward as a flash of white hot pain enveloped his chest and a second later the sandy haired man collapsed to the ground unconscious. Galen was a little stunned at that response. The slight bit of healing through the minute connection should have taken the edge off the man's anger, and calmed him, nothing more. There had been something in that touch though, something dark, sinister, that he wasn't sure he wanted to dwell on. The only thing he was sure of was the stranger was running on pure adrenaline, driven by concern, fear and love. There had been the briefest flash of a young kid, but it had been so quick the only thing that had really registered was an overwhelming need to protect. It was an all too familiar feeling he had for his little brother Rob and it was the only reason Galen was willing to let it go.

"Mike," Galen said as he rushed to his friend's side. "What happened?"

"Apparently he really wanted to see his little brother. He doesn't seem to understand the word no," Mike said sarcastically as he accepted Galen's help to stand up. He gave his friend a sidelong glance.

Galen shook his head slightly. "He's fine. Ok, not really, but not from what I did to him. I just tried to calm him down. He's injured though. Ribs, shoulder, neck, and … hand, I think. There was a huge flash of pain around my upper chest. Make sure they check that. There was a lot of pain all over and overwhelming, bordering on panicky concern for a boy, his brother obviously," he murmured.

"Uh huh," Mike grimaced as he held his side and took a careful breath. Then he tried to move around a little, stretching out his side a bit.

"You ok? Did he get you bad?" Galen asked.

"Nah, it feels more like a bad cramp. Like I just ate and went swimming immediately after," Mike said with a grin. "Think I'll live. It'll give Heather something to check out later."

"Right," Galen said with a mock shudder. "Please shut up now."

Mike smiled widely and gave him a wink.

The younger man sobered quickly. "Can you give me a minute with Rob?"

"Sure," Mike said as he glanced around. "Is he coming too?"

"He's not going anywhere."

"Oh you're doing your…" Mike gestured vaguely with his hands. "Ok. Tell me when you're ready."

Galen stared at his friend for a minute.

"What? You want privacy or something? It's not like you talk out loud or anything," Mike said with a shake of his head. "Fine. Fine. I'll go see if Heather's ready to go. She's up on six. Meet you at your jeep."

Galen shook his head and turned back to check on his brother. During the commotion a few other patents had come into the ER. As far as he could tell two or three curtained off cubicles were now occupied that hadn't been before. One had been closed off which usually meant it didn't look good. The second one it looked like they hadn't had the time to pull the curtains shut before they were using the paddles to shock the patient's heart back into rhythm. The third held a crying little girl who seemed to be inconsolable.

That meant there was no one around the bed his little brother was in. Everyone else in Emergency was dealing with someone else which would give him the time he needed. He quickly went into the cubicle.

"It's just me, Rob," Galen whispered as he slowly rubbed his hands together to warm them slightly. Then he gently brushed back sweat soaked bangs and laid his hand against a warm forehead. He put his other hand over the younger boy's heart and concentrated. Slowly he let the warmth of healing leave him and enter the battered body.

A second later, he stiffened as unfamiliar images invaded his mind. The sandy-haired man, that had passed out after he's stalked past him, was walking with him with school books in his arms, laughing with him as they wrestled, reading to him and showing him how to block a punch. A dark-haired, bearded man carrying him in his arms, showing him how to hold a gun, sitting at a table discussing something serious with papers spread all over the table, a screaming fight. Both men watching as he put away weapons in the back of an old black car. They were smiling at him proudly as he named the last weapon and what it was used for before closing the trunk. He felt sudden fear as he saw creatures of the night, just like he hunted, coming at him as he missed. Then an all encompassing darkness with a young voice and screaming out for someone named Dean. Pain snaked through his fingers, up his arms into his chest and stabbed into the rest of his body. His head exploded in a flash of brilliant blue-white blinding hot pain as Galen was forcefully shoved out of the teen's mind.

He cried out quietly as the connection was broken and he stumbled back and hit the wall. "ROB! ROB! DON'T YOU DARE BLOCK ME! WHERE ARE YOU! DAMN IT WHERE ARE YOU!" He pressed out almost as violently as he'd been forced from the teen's mind.

"OW! Christ what's wrong with you! I'm at home you stupid jerk. What!"

Galen cradled his head in his hands before he stumbled away from the hurt kid and made his way outside. After taking a deep lungful of clean air, then another, he pulled out his cell phone. He didn't even look as he dialled the number. Closing his eyes he waited for the call to connect as he leaned against the wall.

"Galen?" Rob answered his phone and opened the connection. Images and feelings began to ease back through.

"Don't you ever, and I mean ever block me out like that again, you little shit," Galen growled then slowly closed the phone even as his brother tinny voice started to come through the phone, effectively cutting off his little brother for the moment. His control snapped then as he noticed his hands were shaking and he sank down to a crouch as he leaned against the wall.

All he could think was not Rob, not Rob, not Rob, over and over.

"Galen? What's wrong?" Rob asked through his mind gentle as a feathery touch but deeply concerned. Then warmth began to ease through the connection and some of the earlier ache from the attempt at healing earlier began to ease.

He didn't answer but took strength from the fact that he could feel his brother there, strong and secure in his mind. Right where he should have been all along, he didn't even know he hadn't been there. Why hadn't he noticed he'd been gone?

"Hey talk to me. Where are you? I'll come get you. What's wrong… Galen!"

"It's... I'm OK… and… Never mind… It's nothing. Sorry."

"It's not nothing. It's something big. There was a kid. I saw a flash of a kid in a hospital bed. Did you think it was me?" Rob asked and when there was no answer he stood up from where he'd been meditating. "I'm fine. I'm not hurt at all. I should've told you I was working on blocking and meditating. But you had a gig and I thought it was a good time."

"Rob…"

"I've changed my mind. I'm coming tonight. If you're not gonna tell me where you are I'll meet you at Rat's Nest."

"Rob, you don't have to…"

"Where are you?" Rob asked and when he didn't get an answer he sighed out loud. "I'll see you at the bar. I expect you to be early so we can talk for a minute."

Galen inhaled deeply. "See you at Rat's Nest. I'll be leaving here soon."

The connection dimmed slightly but he could still feel his younger brother there, and he could still feel his concern. Galen did his best to clamp down on his spiralling emotions and made himself stand up. There was still a kid in emergency that could use his help.

He took one last breath of cool clean air before ducking back into emergency. A nurse was just leaving the cubicle. He noticed new IV lines and a monitor taking constant readings. He took one last look around and making sure the coast was clear he slid into the curtained cubicle. His heart clenched slightly. The paramedics on the way in said early twenties, but under all the medical gauze and equipment the kid looked more like eighteen.

"We weren't properly introduced. I'm Galen. I know you're in a lot of pain and you're confused. I can help you. Please don't fight me this time. It'll go a lot easier on the both of us," he murmured. He rubbed his hands together, feeling them warm slightly he pressed one to the boy's forehead and the other onto his chest. He felt the warm healing enter into the hurt boy and this time there was no resistance.

To be continued...