Fic: It's In Our Blood - (Buffy/Dean, Faith/Sam) Chapter Nine.
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.
“Jesus Chr-!”
That had to have woken Buffy up. As he jumped, Dean knocked over some of her stuff that collected at the bottom of the sink. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath, trying to calm his heart that he could hear over his own breathing.
“Hello Dean.” The angel in the trench coat spoke with the exact same tone as he always did.
“Cas...” Dean didn’t bother to look up until he had another breath in him. It was uncomforting to know how close to a scream he actually was.
“Isn’t there some way you can knock or something? Jesus. I almost just murdered the mirror.”
“It’s impossible. The mirror isn’t alive.”
“Thanks.” Sometimes it was annoying how grammatically, logically, and lack of imaginationally correct his angel on the shoulder really was. He took another breath before turning around and facing the angel. The bathroom was too small to have this kind of a conversation. “Seems as though we’ve probably managed to wake up the woman in the other room, think we can take this somewhere less.. Confining?”
“She can’t hear us.”
“Pretty sure I woke up half the residents. She wakes up when a pin drops.”
“Buffy can’t hear us because I put her to sleep a few seconds ago. She was waking up when I got here.”
That had Dean raising a brow.
“Alright. Now you’ve got my attention. What’s this about, Cas? And how’d you know who she was?” Castiel tilted his head and gave Dean a long pause before answering. It was almost as if he was waiting for Dean to ask another dumb question.
“I’m an angel, Dean. It wasn’t hard to figure it out. She’s also a Slayer. Her name is well enough known.”
He stood right in front of the door. Dean wanted to get out of the bathroom and see for himself that Buffy was alright and still breathing. He trusted Cas, but he still needed to see. Not to mention the already small bathroom was getting smaller and smaller by the second. He still didn’t know what the sudden cameo was about, nor did he understand why Buffy clearly wasn’t allowed in on it, especially considering Cas already knew her background. It seemed that he knew what Dean was thinking about, because he put his hand on the doorknob and pushed it open, letting the artificial light cascade in the room. There was no movement from where Buffy was sleeping. All he could see was her hair almost reflecting back the same amount of light. Castiel walked out, speaking with the same tone at the same volume with Dean following. The hunter kept glancing at Buffy as they made it to the foot of the bed she was sleeping on and stopped.
“She’ll be fine. It’s almost like an immediate sleeping pill; even slayer metabolism can’t digest angel power. She’ll be asleep for other eight or so hours…” He looked down at Buffy who was still on her stomach, the sheets exposing her entire back. She’d moved since Dean pulled the covers over her. His eyes lingered on her for a second before turning back to the hunter. Dean was a little uncomfortable with letting anyone see her as vulnerable as he had seen her. As she currently was. It was almost like he was jealous.
“…There is no more threat in this town so she shouldn’t be disturbed in her…” he cleared his throat. “…Current state.” If there were any other situation, Dean would remark on the awkward state of the angel. As it was, the situation pretty much still remained in the dark. Buffy’s steady breathing satisfied him enough that she was alright, so he turned around and started making some coffee, convinced that this conversation was going to take a while. He’d also hoped that Cas would bring his angelic attention further away from Buffy. As he poured the premade coffee in one of the cups that were left on the table, he couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit, imagining Buffy’s reaction to all of this.
“She’s gonna be pissed about that. I haven’t exactly breached the subject with her on-”
“You will not be here when she wakes up.”
He didn’t finish pouring the cup. He set everything down, and turned around to Castiel who was still staring at Buffy. The new hoop that Cas threw at him demanded his attention.
“…Come again?”
“I made sure she wouldn’t wake up when you leave,” The angel turned around and locked his eyes with Dean. “There is something that has come up.”
“That’s not- - What’s come up, Cas? I’m not just going to up and leave her without telling her somethin’.”
“Is she any different than the other women you have left in the past?”
“What? No. That’s not the point.” Except she was. Before Cas dropped the bomb on him, he was actually excited to get back into that bed.
“Then this shouldn’t be a problem. You have time to clean up and get out of town. The only thing that can wake her is an angel and time.”
“Yeah, Cas. I’m still a little unclear as to what in the hell you’re doing here, or what exactly has come up. I just frickin’ woke up so you might have to speak a little slower than normal. All I’m getting right now is that you’re tryin’ to get me on the bad side of a very strong currently naked blonde woman seven feet away from me.”
“That’s because it’s all I’ve told you.”
“Mind tellin’ me a little bit more?”
Cas sighed then walked toward the window. “You were attacked last night.”
“And we ganked them. All five of them.”
Cas turned around then, and locked eyes with Dean. He took a deep breath, and walked closer to the table, stepping over Buffy’s boots.
“There are going to be more.”
“Why.” It wasn’t a question, it was a demand.
“It’s a matter which we can discuss when you are no longer in this state.”
“…What the hell, Cas? I’m not doin’ this until I get a goddamned straight answer.”
“You and Buffy are lethal together,” Well, that Dean could agree with, but Cas continued, clearly annoyed. “To each other.”
“Yeah, she’s a friggin’ bitch sometimes, but I wouldn’t go that far.”
“I am sure she has told you of her past, Dean.”
“Get to the point.” Cas wasn’t the only person annoyed.
Cas brought his hand down on the table, leaning some of his weight there, as his loose tie touched the surface. “Your soul has been to hell, Dean.” The force of his words had Dean’s attention piqued as Cas went on, telling Dean information that he’d learned only a night before. Coming from the angel’s mouth made every word crawl up his spine in a bone chilling manner. “Hers has been to heaven. You are both whole. You’re a hunter, she is a slayer. Alive, after months of being placed in the ground. That is the connection which will get you both killed.”
“I’m not seein’ the connection where this is like a death sentence, man.”
“Part of your soul resides in your blood. Blood is the symbol of life, your soul the symbol of strength. A soul which has traveled great lengths through death and back to life is rare. Two souls from opposite spectrums mixed with already strong blood ties are powerful. You mix enough blood; you have a weapon that can destroy just about anything. Heaven, Earth, Hell.”
Dean lost any thought that he’d had on the tip of his tongue. With the coffee forgotten, he reached for his phone to call Sam, but Cas covered his hand, stopping him from even opening it.
“You need to get out of town before another wave comes and finds out about this. If less know you have worked together, the less the chances are that they will understand the connection. The five you destroyed were a part of a group I eliminated earlier. I do believe they are the only ones who acquired the information.”
“…So why in hell can’t she know ‘bout this?” He already knew the answer, but he needed something to argue about. He did not want to leave her. His body and mind was panicking. If nothing else, it was from the guilt. Then again, there was the connection he felt with her.
Which he was now starting to believe had to do with the power. His mind was a tornado, and he shoved his feelings in the void that he usually did. Not before he tried to grasp at straws. A last stitch effort. If Cas saw the weakness, he didn’t show it, for he sat down with the same force and annoyance that was prevalent in the conversation.
“I am unaware of what her reaction will be.”
“..Meaning?”
“I doubt she will want you to leave. She’s Buffy Summers. She’s a slayer, and you have been with her for three weeks, now. I also believe the best course of action is to tell the least amount of people possible. This …issue has not gotten out of hand yet. If she’s angry, she will not try to contact you. She also does not have the same sigils as you do on your ribs. I am afraid I can’t place them there, either. You will be putting her in immense danger, Dean. I had assumed you did not want to.”
Dean didn’t answer, which was answer enough. Cas was right.
“What about Sam? He’s on a willin’ leash with Faith. How the hell am I supposed to get them away from each other?”
“I had thought about that. You’ll have to convince him to meet you or come along without Faith. With Faith comes Buffy, as I’m sure you know.”
“…Great.” That wasn’t going to be easy. They’d been attached at the hip since the first day they met.
“I’ll give you time to drive to Bobby’s. We can meet there.”
Dean’d lost whatever battle he was trying to fight with Castiel. Of course he’d do it. He didn’t really have a choice. Buffy’d be safe, instead of dead. He sat in silence. There wasn’t anything left to consider. All he could do was stare at the table, the coffee still untouched. Cas broke the silence.
“I’ll be in touch, then.”
“Right.”
Forward to: Chapter Ten!
Backward to:
Chapter Eight
Chapter Seven.
Chapter Six.
Chapter Five.
Chapter Four.
Chapter Three.
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.
“Jesus Chr-!”
That had to have woken Buffy up. As he jumped, Dean knocked over some of her stuff that collected at the bottom of the sink. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath, trying to calm his heart that he could hear over his own breathing.
“Hello Dean.” The angel in the trench coat spoke with the exact same tone as he always did.
“Cas...” Dean didn’t bother to look up until he had another breath in him. It was uncomforting to know how close to a scream he actually was.
“Isn’t there some way you can knock or something? Jesus. I almost just murdered the mirror.”
“It’s impossible. The mirror isn’t alive.”
“Thanks.” Sometimes it was annoying how grammatically, logically, and lack of imaginationally correct his angel on the shoulder really was. He took another breath before turning around and facing the angel. The bathroom was too small to have this kind of a conversation. “Seems as though we’ve probably managed to wake up the woman in the other room, think we can take this somewhere less.. Confining?”
“She can’t hear us.”
“Pretty sure I woke up half the residents. She wakes up when a pin drops.”
“Buffy can’t hear us because I put her to sleep a few seconds ago. She was waking up when I got here.”
That had Dean raising a brow.
“Alright. Now you’ve got my attention. What’s this about, Cas? And how’d you know who she was?” Castiel tilted his head and gave Dean a long pause before answering. It was almost as if he was waiting for Dean to ask another dumb question.
“I’m an angel, Dean. It wasn’t hard to figure it out. She’s also a Slayer. Her name is well enough known.”
He stood right in front of the door. Dean wanted to get out of the bathroom and see for himself that Buffy was alright and still breathing. He trusted Cas, but he still needed to see. Not to mention the already small bathroom was getting smaller and smaller by the second. He still didn’t know what the sudden cameo was about, nor did he understand why Buffy clearly wasn’t allowed in on it, especially considering Cas already knew her background. It seemed that he knew what Dean was thinking about, because he put his hand on the doorknob and pushed it open, letting the artificial light cascade in the room. There was no movement from where Buffy was sleeping. All he could see was her hair almost reflecting back the same amount of light. Castiel walked out, speaking with the same tone at the same volume with Dean following. The hunter kept glancing at Buffy as they made it to the foot of the bed she was sleeping on and stopped.
“She’ll be fine. It’s almost like an immediate sleeping pill; even slayer metabolism can’t digest angel power. She’ll be asleep for other eight or so hours…” He looked down at Buffy who was still on her stomach, the sheets exposing her entire back. She’d moved since Dean pulled the covers over her. His eyes lingered on her for a second before turning back to the hunter. Dean was a little uncomfortable with letting anyone see her as vulnerable as he had seen her. As she currently was. It was almost like he was jealous.
“…There is no more threat in this town so she shouldn’t be disturbed in her…” he cleared his throat. “…Current state.” If there were any other situation, Dean would remark on the awkward state of the angel. As it was, the situation pretty much still remained in the dark. Buffy’s steady breathing satisfied him enough that she was alright, so he turned around and started making some coffee, convinced that this conversation was going to take a while. He’d also hoped that Cas would bring his angelic attention further away from Buffy. As he poured the premade coffee in one of the cups that were left on the table, he couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit, imagining Buffy’s reaction to all of this.
“She’s gonna be pissed about that. I haven’t exactly breached the subject with her on-”
“You will not be here when she wakes up.”
He didn’t finish pouring the cup. He set everything down, and turned around to Castiel who was still staring at Buffy. The new hoop that Cas threw at him demanded his attention.
“…Come again?”
“I made sure she wouldn’t wake up when you leave,” The angel turned around and locked his eyes with Dean. “There is something that has come up.”
“That’s not- - What’s come up, Cas? I’m not just going to up and leave her without telling her somethin’.”
“Is she any different than the other women you have left in the past?”
“What? No. That’s not the point.” Except she was. Before Cas dropped the bomb on him, he was actually excited to get back into that bed.
“Then this shouldn’t be a problem. You have time to clean up and get out of town. The only thing that can wake her is an angel and time.”
“Yeah, Cas. I’m still a little unclear as to what in the hell you’re doing here, or what exactly has come up. I just frickin’ woke up so you might have to speak a little slower than normal. All I’m getting right now is that you’re tryin’ to get me on the bad side of a very strong currently naked blonde woman seven feet away from me.”
“That’s because it’s all I’ve told you.”
“Mind tellin’ me a little bit more?”
Cas sighed then walked toward the window. “You were attacked last night.”
“And we ganked them. All five of them.”
Cas turned around then, and locked eyes with Dean. He took a deep breath, and walked closer to the table, stepping over Buffy’s boots.
“There are going to be more.”
“Why.” It wasn’t a question, it was a demand.
“It’s a matter which we can discuss when you are no longer in this state.”
“…What the hell, Cas? I’m not doin’ this until I get a goddamned straight answer.”
“You and Buffy are lethal together,” Well, that Dean could agree with, but Cas continued, clearly annoyed. “To each other.”
“Yeah, she’s a friggin’ bitch sometimes, but I wouldn’t go that far.”
“I am sure she has told you of her past, Dean.”
“Get to the point.” Cas wasn’t the only person annoyed.
Cas brought his hand down on the table, leaning some of his weight there, as his loose tie touched the surface. “Your soul has been to hell, Dean.” The force of his words had Dean’s attention piqued as Cas went on, telling Dean information that he’d learned only a night before. Coming from the angel’s mouth made every word crawl up his spine in a bone chilling manner. “Hers has been to heaven. You are both whole. You’re a hunter, she is a slayer. Alive, after months of being placed in the ground. That is the connection which will get you both killed.”
“I’m not seein’ the connection where this is like a death sentence, man.”
“Part of your soul resides in your blood. Blood is the symbol of life, your soul the symbol of strength. A soul which has traveled great lengths through death and back to life is rare. Two souls from opposite spectrums mixed with already strong blood ties are powerful. You mix enough blood; you have a weapon that can destroy just about anything. Heaven, Earth, Hell.”
Dean lost any thought that he’d had on the tip of his tongue. With the coffee forgotten, he reached for his phone to call Sam, but Cas covered his hand, stopping him from even opening it.
“You need to get out of town before another wave comes and finds out about this. If less know you have worked together, the less the chances are that they will understand the connection. The five you destroyed were a part of a group I eliminated earlier. I do believe they are the only ones who acquired the information.”
“…So why in hell can’t she know ‘bout this?” He already knew the answer, but he needed something to argue about. He did not want to leave her. His body and mind was panicking. If nothing else, it was from the guilt. Then again, there was the connection he felt with her.
Which he was now starting to believe had to do with the power. His mind was a tornado, and he shoved his feelings in the void that he usually did. Not before he tried to grasp at straws. A last stitch effort. If Cas saw the weakness, he didn’t show it, for he sat down with the same force and annoyance that was prevalent in the conversation.
“I am unaware of what her reaction will be.”
“..Meaning?”
“I doubt she will want you to leave. She’s Buffy Summers. She’s a slayer, and you have been with her for three weeks, now. I also believe the best course of action is to tell the least amount of people possible. This …issue has not gotten out of hand yet. If she’s angry, she will not try to contact you. She also does not have the same sigils as you do on your ribs. I am afraid I can’t place them there, either. You will be putting her in immense danger, Dean. I had assumed you did not want to.”
Dean didn’t answer, which was answer enough. Cas was right.
“What about Sam? He’s on a willin’ leash with Faith. How the hell am I supposed to get them away from each other?”
“I had thought about that. You’ll have to convince him to meet you or come along without Faith. With Faith comes Buffy, as I’m sure you know.”
“…Great.” That wasn’t going to be easy. They’d been attached at the hip since the first day they met.
“I’ll give you time to drive to Bobby’s. We can meet there.”
Dean’d lost whatever battle he was trying to fight with Castiel. Of course he’d do it. He didn’t really have a choice. Buffy’d be safe, instead of dead. He sat in silence. There wasn’t anything left to consider. All he could do was stare at the table, the coffee still untouched. Cas broke the silence.
“I’ll be in touch, then.”
“Right.”
Forward to: Chapter Ten!
Backward to:
Chapter Eight
Chapter Seven.
Chapter Six.
Chapter Five.
Chapter Four.
Chapter Three.
Chapter Two.
Chapter One.