Fic: It's In Our Blood - (Buffy/Dean, Faith/Sam) Chapter Three
Title: It's In Our Blood
Author(s): angelbuffy
Artist: Skylar0Grace
Crossover: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Buffy is the property of Joss Whedon, Supernatural is the property of Eric Kripke. If those two wrote together it'd be a beautiful thing. But they haven't, so you have me.
Type: (Gen, Het, or Slash) Het
Word Count: 34,934
Characters/Pairings: Buffy/Dean, Faith/Sam
Warnings: Sex. Violence. Language. All the awesome stuff.
Spoilers: None. Unless you haven't seen Buffy. Or Supernatural. Season six exempt.
Chapter 3:
Ten minutes had passed since he’d talked to Buffy. He was standing on the side of the road, waiting for Sam who still hadn’t shown up. The library wasn’t five minutes away, and as slow ass as Sam was, the traffic wasn’t bad, and the town was small. It worried him. Dean picked the phone out of his jacket pocket and dialed.
The phone rang three times before his brother picked up with a groan.
“Sammy? What the hell? You alright?”
“I’m fine. I see you.” Dean turned around and saw the car coming around the bend. He snapped his phone shut, and glared at the front seat. There was someone …in the passenger’s seat. It was definitely a woman in a low cut shirt. He could practically see her boobs from where he was standing when he looked in the window at her. She rolled her window down and motioned to the back seat.
“Get in the back, big boy.” He looked at Sammy, who was sporting a black eye, and his lip was bleeding. He shrugged and nodded at Dean, agreeing with the brunette. He glared at her. Hot chick or not, she was tellin’ him to get in the backseat. Of his own car…. And who the hell was she? She didn’t have a gun, and Sam didn’t give any sign that she was a threat, aside from the instant black eye he’d gotten. She challenged him with a smirk, and he had no choice but to heed her orders. He had to get away from the building. Starting a scene would ruin the façade, and dammit all, it was like she knew it. As he slid in the back seat, he slammed the door to his car and glared at his brother, grabbing for the gun that was conveniently located in his holster.
“Sammy, wanna tell me what’s goin’ on?”
“How’d I know that-” The brunette spoke up, but he interrupted her before she could go any further.
“Shut up. I wasn’t talkin’ to you, princess.”
She laughed and turned around to face him, her eyes amused yet serious at the same time. She noticed his hand on the gun, and raised her brow.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say this was foreplay. Relax, buddy boy. You really don’t want to pull that on me. Your partner already made that mistake.” It was almost like her boobs were doing the talking. Oh, he wanted to retort that, but instead glanced over at Sam, looking for a sign that he shouldn’t shoot the bitch on the spot. It was half warning, half questioning.
“I don’t really know yet,” Sam had hesitated with his answer, briefly looking in the rearview mirror, and focusing back on the road. “Put the gun down, dude, it’s alright.”
“Sam, so that’s your name, huh? I’m Faith.” She turned around and nodded at Dean.
“Your brother’s got a hell of a left hook. Seems like we’ve got a few things in common. One of them being all the same locations. All of them having to do with the mysterious drownings. Now, I’m curious. Because you guys aren’t feds. I can smell feds. You’re not from around here. Saw you pull into the motel last night. I get that you guys are brothers, and Mr. Sharp dressed Man back there is trying to play dress up. Guessin’ you met B.”
“Who the hell are you?” Dean was glaring at her. He wasn’t one for being called out, especially by someone who seemed to be even cockier than he was. She turned around and patted him on the shoulder, which managed to get him to see red just a little bit more red.
“I’ll talk slower for you, buddy. I’m Faith. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’ve got a pretty good idea that you and your brother here are trying to figure out the real skinny on the deaths. Relax. B and I are on the same thing. She’s just a little arrested at the moment. How’s she doin’, by the way? She bending over for them yet? Crying? If she didn’t save my ass, I’d say it’s about time she got to see the other side of the bars.”
As the impala pulled into the motel and came to a stop, Dean was halfway out of the car, but she’d beaten him at that too. Ignoring his threats, she started walking toward their rooms. Sam caught his eyes for an instant and he shrugged apologetically as he followed her to the door, and swiped the key. She was wearing skin tight clothes, and the only thing Dean could think of was hooker. A hunter hooker. She was working with Buffy. ….Maybe they were lovers.
His mind temporarily got out of the gutter when she sat on the bed, and smiled at his brother.
“So here’s the thing. You should probably tell me what exactly you know. B and I have been working on this for a week, and to tell you the truth, this town sucks. Not to mention B’s probably plotting my death as we speak. Man, is she gonna be pissed when she finds out about this one. She plays better with others than I do, though.”
“Or maybe you tell me why the hell we should trust you, and why my brother looks like he went a round with a friggin’ bull.” He’d had enough.
“Dean, I’m fine. We just had a …misunderstanding.” Sam threw his bag in the closet and stood across from Faith. She just smiled, before yielding to Dean’s demand.
“Alright, pretty boy. Dean. First of all, we were here first. Second of all, I’ve heard of your type. Talked to a few of them when I was in jail. Couple years ago I pissed off a few of them and they tried to get handsy. You either work with me, or you don’t, but either way, B and I are gonna kill this monster. Just don’t get in our way.”
Sam seemed genuinely intrigued. He could already tell he was alone on the topic of them working without annoying hooker tagalongs. It was almost like Sam was making googly eyes at her. He moved to say something, but Sam interjected, aware of the potential fatality in the hotel room. He held up his hands and gave Dean a look for him to back off. Dean grunted, but refused to remove his hand from his gun.
“Okay. We’re hunters-“
“Sam.” Dean warned his brother, but Sam once again shushed him as he turned back to Faith. The scowl he had wasn’t going to go anywhere any time soon. If his dad could see them now.
“-But you’re not, right? I don’t understand.”
“Slayer. One of two. B and I, two of a kind. That black eye was about a third of the strength I could have thrown at you, but I kinda wanted to keep your sexy face intact. What’s a slayer? I see your brother getting ready to ask. We kill forces of darkness. We’ve got power. It’s a destiny thing, long story short, we’re stronger than you, and we know what we’re doing because we were created for this kind of thing. Don’t really care if you’ve heard of us or not.”
A Slayer? It explained the confusion on Buffy’s face when he asked if she was a hunter.
“Wow. No…wow, I didn’t know you actually existed. I’ve read about lore on Slayers. I just thought it was a myth. “ Dean wanted to puke. Sam got in his nerd phase. They’d probably be talking about this for hours. Admittedly, it was interesting. He wanted to go a few rounds with the slayer, sure. She was hot as hell. And thinking back on it, Buffy being the same type of chick made his fantasy about her just that much more erotic. It made more sense than her bein’ a hunter that was for sure. She was about as tiny as Faith was; maybe an inch shorter. He was having a hard time believing that they could hold their own in a fight. The only proof he had was on Sam’s face. Literally.
“That’s right, babe. We’re on the map. Most of it’s true, but we don’t sleep on a bag of bones. B told me old ones did that or something. Don’t really know. She’s younger than me, but she’s been in the business longer. She also didn’t take a four year hiatus in jail.”
This was too much. Somewhere in their conversation, Dean had sat down. He stood back up and started pacing as Sam asked more questions. The case had just gained an extra wing.
“So, this B-“
“Buffy.” Dean interrupted and ignored the smile on Faith’s face. She was getting more annoying by the second.
“-Buffy what happened there?” Sam was genuinely curious. Dean couldn’t tell if it was because it had anything to do with the case or because he was interested in dressing up as a Slayer at the next cos-play.
Faith for the first time looked less hard as nails and more like a woman.
“It’s my fault. She told me not to walk where I was walking because she had a bad feeling. They caught her on a security camera knocking me out of the way. Then we just got lucky enough to find a drowned victim in the middle of the road. We went a few rounds with the monster before it disappeared. She told me to get out of there because of the whole fugitive thing. Easier to get her let go than someone who has actually gone to jail for murder. Plus, I kinda never finished the term, if ya get my drift. Anyway, I thought they would have let her go by now. Only evidence they’ve got is that she was soaked with the demon. Then again, small town. Probably worked against her. She’s been there for three days. Don’t know why she hasn’t been let go, but something tells me your little FBI act can get some answers.” She looked at Dean pointedly.
“She gave the officers a hard time. They’ve got her down as violent and dangerous. She also said somethin’ about not bein’ there when I came back.”
Faith nodded and stood up. “Good. How about you pick her up when she busts out, and Sam and I here will go check out for some more research,” she was already standing up headed toward the door, three steps ahead of them both. “If you think I’m splitting you up for a reason, it’s because I am. I tend to have a problem with trust. Goes way back in the teen years. That, and Twinkie could stand to get picked up by a looker like yourself. She’s been annoying me for weeks. It’s about time she got laid.”
Both of them were at a loss for words at the situation. Dean didn’t like the idea of letting his brother go out on a mission with this chick who seemed to have a few screws loose. He couldn’t deny that helping Buffy break out was his kind of thing, though. Sam was already headed out the door. Seemed he had more faith in the fellow.. Faith than he did.
“We’ll be at one of the two scenes. Come on, Sexy. We’ll take my car.” Faith wasn’t talking about Dean. She was talking about his brother. Sam coughed, clearly uncomfortable as he glanced once more at Dean, shrugged, and walked out the door.
The two had left, and Dean waited until it was well after dark to head to the county jail. It had crossed his mind that this was some kind of a set up, but he couldn’t figure out what kind of benefit it would be for them. So he accepted that Faith was telling the truth, and conceded to her plan.
He wanted to see Buffy’s face when he came in to save the day. It made him smile to himself, even though the thoughts of Faith and her bitch qualities were on his mind.
Forward to Chapter Four.
Backward to:
Chapter Two
Chapter One
Author(s): angelbuffy
Artist: Skylar0Grace
Crossover: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Buffy is the property of Joss Whedon, Supernatural is the property of Eric Kripke. If those two wrote together it'd be a beautiful thing. But they haven't, so you have me.
Type: (Gen, Het, or Slash) Het
Word Count: 34,934
Characters/Pairings: Buffy/Dean, Faith/Sam
Warnings: Sex. Violence. Language. All the awesome stuff.
Spoilers: None. Unless you haven't seen Buffy. Or Supernatural. Season six exempt.
Chapter 3:
Ten minutes had passed since he’d talked to Buffy. He was standing on the side of the road, waiting for Sam who still hadn’t shown up. The library wasn’t five minutes away, and as slow ass as Sam was, the traffic wasn’t bad, and the town was small. It worried him. Dean picked the phone out of his jacket pocket and dialed.
The phone rang three times before his brother picked up with a groan.
“Sammy? What the hell? You alright?”
“I’m fine. I see you.” Dean turned around and saw the car coming around the bend. He snapped his phone shut, and glared at the front seat. There was someone …in the passenger’s seat. It was definitely a woman in a low cut shirt. He could practically see her boobs from where he was standing when he looked in the window at her. She rolled her window down and motioned to the back seat.
“Get in the back, big boy.” He looked at Sammy, who was sporting a black eye, and his lip was bleeding. He shrugged and nodded at Dean, agreeing with the brunette. He glared at her. Hot chick or not, she was tellin’ him to get in the backseat. Of his own car…. And who the hell was she? She didn’t have a gun, and Sam didn’t give any sign that she was a threat, aside from the instant black eye he’d gotten. She challenged him with a smirk, and he had no choice but to heed her orders. He had to get away from the building. Starting a scene would ruin the façade, and dammit all, it was like she knew it. As he slid in the back seat, he slammed the door to his car and glared at his brother, grabbing for the gun that was conveniently located in his holster.
“Sammy, wanna tell me what’s goin’ on?”
“How’d I know that-” The brunette spoke up, but he interrupted her before she could go any further.
“Shut up. I wasn’t talkin’ to you, princess.”
She laughed and turned around to face him, her eyes amused yet serious at the same time. She noticed his hand on the gun, and raised her brow.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say this was foreplay. Relax, buddy boy. You really don’t want to pull that on me. Your partner already made that mistake.” It was almost like her boobs were doing the talking. Oh, he wanted to retort that, but instead glanced over at Sam, looking for a sign that he shouldn’t shoot the bitch on the spot. It was half warning, half questioning.
“I don’t really know yet,” Sam had hesitated with his answer, briefly looking in the rearview mirror, and focusing back on the road. “Put the gun down, dude, it’s alright.”
“Sam, so that’s your name, huh? I’m Faith.” She turned around and nodded at Dean.
“Your brother’s got a hell of a left hook. Seems like we’ve got a few things in common. One of them being all the same locations. All of them having to do with the mysterious drownings. Now, I’m curious. Because you guys aren’t feds. I can smell feds. You’re not from around here. Saw you pull into the motel last night. I get that you guys are brothers, and Mr. Sharp dressed Man back there is trying to play dress up. Guessin’ you met B.”
“Who the hell are you?” Dean was glaring at her. He wasn’t one for being called out, especially by someone who seemed to be even cockier than he was. She turned around and patted him on the shoulder, which managed to get him to see red just a little bit more red.
“I’ll talk slower for you, buddy. I’m Faith. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’ve got a pretty good idea that you and your brother here are trying to figure out the real skinny on the deaths. Relax. B and I are on the same thing. She’s just a little arrested at the moment. How’s she doin’, by the way? She bending over for them yet? Crying? If she didn’t save my ass, I’d say it’s about time she got to see the other side of the bars.”
As the impala pulled into the motel and came to a stop, Dean was halfway out of the car, but she’d beaten him at that too. Ignoring his threats, she started walking toward their rooms. Sam caught his eyes for an instant and he shrugged apologetically as he followed her to the door, and swiped the key. She was wearing skin tight clothes, and the only thing Dean could think of was hooker. A hunter hooker. She was working with Buffy. ….Maybe they were lovers.
His mind temporarily got out of the gutter when she sat on the bed, and smiled at his brother.
“So here’s the thing. You should probably tell me what exactly you know. B and I have been working on this for a week, and to tell you the truth, this town sucks. Not to mention B’s probably plotting my death as we speak. Man, is she gonna be pissed when she finds out about this one. She plays better with others than I do, though.”
“Or maybe you tell me why the hell we should trust you, and why my brother looks like he went a round with a friggin’ bull.” He’d had enough.
“Dean, I’m fine. We just had a …misunderstanding.” Sam threw his bag in the closet and stood across from Faith. She just smiled, before yielding to Dean’s demand.
“Alright, pretty boy. Dean. First of all, we were here first. Second of all, I’ve heard of your type. Talked to a few of them when I was in jail. Couple years ago I pissed off a few of them and they tried to get handsy. You either work with me, or you don’t, but either way, B and I are gonna kill this monster. Just don’t get in our way.”
Sam seemed genuinely intrigued. He could already tell he was alone on the topic of them working without annoying hooker tagalongs. It was almost like Sam was making googly eyes at her. He moved to say something, but Sam interjected, aware of the potential fatality in the hotel room. He held up his hands and gave Dean a look for him to back off. Dean grunted, but refused to remove his hand from his gun.
“Okay. We’re hunters-“
“Sam.” Dean warned his brother, but Sam once again shushed him as he turned back to Faith. The scowl he had wasn’t going to go anywhere any time soon. If his dad could see them now.
“-But you’re not, right? I don’t understand.”
“Slayer. One of two. B and I, two of a kind. That black eye was about a third of the strength I could have thrown at you, but I kinda wanted to keep your sexy face intact. What’s a slayer? I see your brother getting ready to ask. We kill forces of darkness. We’ve got power. It’s a destiny thing, long story short, we’re stronger than you, and we know what we’re doing because we were created for this kind of thing. Don’t really care if you’ve heard of us or not.”
A Slayer? It explained the confusion on Buffy’s face when he asked if she was a hunter.
“Wow. No…wow, I didn’t know you actually existed. I’ve read about lore on Slayers. I just thought it was a myth. “ Dean wanted to puke. Sam got in his nerd phase. They’d probably be talking about this for hours. Admittedly, it was interesting. He wanted to go a few rounds with the slayer, sure. She was hot as hell. And thinking back on it, Buffy being the same type of chick made his fantasy about her just that much more erotic. It made more sense than her bein’ a hunter that was for sure. She was about as tiny as Faith was; maybe an inch shorter. He was having a hard time believing that they could hold their own in a fight. The only proof he had was on Sam’s face. Literally.
“That’s right, babe. We’re on the map. Most of it’s true, but we don’t sleep on a bag of bones. B told me old ones did that or something. Don’t really know. She’s younger than me, but she’s been in the business longer. She also didn’t take a four year hiatus in jail.”
This was too much. Somewhere in their conversation, Dean had sat down. He stood back up and started pacing as Sam asked more questions. The case had just gained an extra wing.
“So, this B-“
“Buffy.” Dean interrupted and ignored the smile on Faith’s face. She was getting more annoying by the second.
“-Buffy what happened there?” Sam was genuinely curious. Dean couldn’t tell if it was because it had anything to do with the case or because he was interested in dressing up as a Slayer at the next cos-play.
Faith for the first time looked less hard as nails and more like a woman.
“It’s my fault. She told me not to walk where I was walking because she had a bad feeling. They caught her on a security camera knocking me out of the way. Then we just got lucky enough to find a drowned victim in the middle of the road. We went a few rounds with the monster before it disappeared. She told me to get out of there because of the whole fugitive thing. Easier to get her let go than someone who has actually gone to jail for murder. Plus, I kinda never finished the term, if ya get my drift. Anyway, I thought they would have let her go by now. Only evidence they’ve got is that she was soaked with the demon. Then again, small town. Probably worked against her. She’s been there for three days. Don’t know why she hasn’t been let go, but something tells me your little FBI act can get some answers.” She looked at Dean pointedly.
“She gave the officers a hard time. They’ve got her down as violent and dangerous. She also said somethin’ about not bein’ there when I came back.”
Faith nodded and stood up. “Good. How about you pick her up when she busts out, and Sam and I here will go check out for some more research,” she was already standing up headed toward the door, three steps ahead of them both. “If you think I’m splitting you up for a reason, it’s because I am. I tend to have a problem with trust. Goes way back in the teen years. That, and Twinkie could stand to get picked up by a looker like yourself. She’s been annoying me for weeks. It’s about time she got laid.”
Both of them were at a loss for words at the situation. Dean didn’t like the idea of letting his brother go out on a mission with this chick who seemed to have a few screws loose. He couldn’t deny that helping Buffy break out was his kind of thing, though. Sam was already headed out the door. Seemed he had more faith in the fellow.. Faith than he did.
“We’ll be at one of the two scenes. Come on, Sexy. We’ll take my car.” Faith wasn’t talking about Dean. She was talking about his brother. Sam coughed, clearly uncomfortable as he glanced once more at Dean, shrugged, and walked out the door.
The two had left, and Dean waited until it was well after dark to head to the county jail. It had crossed his mind that this was some kind of a set up, but he couldn’t figure out what kind of benefit it would be for them. So he accepted that Faith was telling the truth, and conceded to her plan.
He wanted to see Buffy’s face when he came in to save the day. It made him smile to himself, even though the thoughts of Faith and her bitch qualities were on his mind.
Forward to Chapter Four.
Backward to:
Chapter Two
Chapter One