Fic: It's In Our Blood - (Buffy/Dean, Faith/Sam) Chapter Eleven.
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 Eleven:
Sam.
He flipped open his phone and dialed his brother’s number. He knew what room they were in, and if he had to, he’d go to it. But after a few rings his brother came through, groggy, but audible. He had a plan to get his brother to leave. It was a terrible plan, but it was the only one he could think of to get him to go. He’d explain it all after, and probably get punched in the face for it.
“What?”
“Need you to meet me outside, Sammy.”
“…Now? What’s up?”
“Just come out here.” He clicked the phone shut, and waited by the car, staring at the door that he’d just walked out of. He was about a minute shy of changing his mind when his brother came out looking disheveled, but dressed. He met Dean by the car with a questioning gaze.
“What?”
“We’re leavin’.”
“Uh. What? No we’re not going anywhere.”
“Sammy, we’ve stayed here for too long and you know it. Had enough vacation time, now we gotta hit the road. Grab your shit and let’s go.”
“What are you talking about, dude? I’m not just leaving. What the hell happened between last night and this morning that’s got you seeing differen-” He cut himself off and answered his own unfinished question.
“You slept with Buffy.” The look on his brother’s face had Dean about ready to call the whole thing off with Castiel. This was complete bullshit. It was even more bullshit that his brother had every right to think what he was thinking at the moment. Dean couldn’t even plead a case. Hell, it made his plan even better than he’d imagined, but that wasn’t necessarily a good feeling.
“I’m leavin’ Sam, whether you’re coming or not.”
“She has no idea, does she? You’re just going to treat her like every other woman who’s ever let you in? Dean, you and I both know tha-”
“Give me my keys.” Sam obliged, and forced them into the palm of his brother. He stared at him for a second before turning around and heading back to his room. As he walked away, he let one more jab out toward Dean.
“Go. You’re an idiot, you know that? I’m staying here to at least talk to Faith. To do the human thing to the two people who are more like us than anyone we’ve ever met. They at least deserve a goodbye.” Dean didn’t say a word to his little brother as he shoved the key a little too hard in the lock and opened the door. He didn’t even mutter a curse word until he was thirty miles outside of town.
Those thirty miles were the longest miles of his life it seemed as he drove in complete silence. It wasn’t on purpose; his mind was just somewhere else, and he hadn’t even thought to shove any music in the tape deck. In fact, the only real thing that was on his mind was the night before, and the feel of Buffy’s skin chafing with his. He tried not to think of her as he cursed to himself and pressed the accelerator to the impala a little harder. It was an ineffective attempt though, especially considering she wasn’t going to be sleeping all day.
A few minutes later as the battle against his thoughts was lost, Dean pressed his foot on the brakes so hard that the cassettes sitting in the back seat slid forward, cluttering all over the floor. As the car stopped on the side of the road in a tornado of dust, Dean nearly yanked the gear shift off as he threw it in park. He got out of the car, slammed the door and cracked open a beer that he’d grabbed from the cooler and downed about half of it before stopping on principal of oxygen alone. He took a deep breath, staring straight into the sun that was fully out, drying the dew of the morning. He welcomed the burn in his eyes, as he finished off the beer inside a minute. He was pissed. So pissed. It was the only way he could describe his feelings. He was pissed at Cas, he was pissed at himself, he was pissed at Sam.
The whole goddamned situation made him want to turn around just because it was the wrong thing to do. With the empty bottle in his hand, he stared at it for a moment, giving into his guilt and imagining her face when she woke up. He threw the bottle as hard as he could, straight into a tree. It broke on impact, shattering into a hundred tiny little pieces. As he stood there watching the glass litter the ground, he couldn’t help but feel exactly like that damned bottle.
It was better that Sammy wasn’t with him. He needed to drive. He needed to cool off, and then he needed to become Dean again. He needed to retract his claws and let go. The best way to do that was drive. The best way to do that was dig deep and blanket with indifference.
Forward to: Chapter Twelve!
Backward to:
Chapter Ten.
Chapter Nine.
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.
Chapter Eleven:
Sam.
He flipped open his phone and dialed his brother’s number. He knew what room they were in, and if he had to, he’d go to it. But after a few rings his brother came through, groggy, but audible. He had a plan to get his brother to leave. It was a terrible plan, but it was the only one he could think of to get him to go. He’d explain it all after, and probably get punched in the face for it.
“What?”
“Need you to meet me outside, Sammy.”
“…Now? What’s up?”
“Just come out here.” He clicked the phone shut, and waited by the car, staring at the door that he’d just walked out of. He was about a minute shy of changing his mind when his brother came out looking disheveled, but dressed. He met Dean by the car with a questioning gaze.
“What?”
“We’re leavin’.”
“Uh. What? No we’re not going anywhere.”
“Sammy, we’ve stayed here for too long and you know it. Had enough vacation time, now we gotta hit the road. Grab your shit and let’s go.”
“What are you talking about, dude? I’m not just leaving. What the hell happened between last night and this morning that’s got you seeing differen-” He cut himself off and answered his own unfinished question.
“You slept with Buffy.” The look on his brother’s face had Dean about ready to call the whole thing off with Castiel. This was complete bullshit. It was even more bullshit that his brother had every right to think what he was thinking at the moment. Dean couldn’t even plead a case. Hell, it made his plan even better than he’d imagined, but that wasn’t necessarily a good feeling.
“I’m leavin’ Sam, whether you’re coming or not.”
“She has no idea, does she? You’re just going to treat her like every other woman who’s ever let you in? Dean, you and I both know tha-”
“Give me my keys.” Sam obliged, and forced them into the palm of his brother. He stared at him for a second before turning around and heading back to his room. As he walked away, he let one more jab out toward Dean.
“Go. You’re an idiot, you know that? I’m staying here to at least talk to Faith. To do the human thing to the two people who are more like us than anyone we’ve ever met. They at least deserve a goodbye.” Dean didn’t say a word to his little brother as he shoved the key a little too hard in the lock and opened the door. He didn’t even mutter a curse word until he was thirty miles outside of town.
Those thirty miles were the longest miles of his life it seemed as he drove in complete silence. It wasn’t on purpose; his mind was just somewhere else, and he hadn’t even thought to shove any music in the tape deck. In fact, the only real thing that was on his mind was the night before, and the feel of Buffy’s skin chafing with his. He tried not to think of her as he cursed to himself and pressed the accelerator to the impala a little harder. It was an ineffective attempt though, especially considering she wasn’t going to be sleeping all day.
A few minutes later as the battle against his thoughts was lost, Dean pressed his foot on the brakes so hard that the cassettes sitting in the back seat slid forward, cluttering all over the floor. As the car stopped on the side of the road in a tornado of dust, Dean nearly yanked the gear shift off as he threw it in park. He got out of the car, slammed the door and cracked open a beer that he’d grabbed from the cooler and downed about half of it before stopping on principal of oxygen alone. He took a deep breath, staring straight into the sun that was fully out, drying the dew of the morning. He welcomed the burn in his eyes, as he finished off the beer inside a minute. He was pissed. So pissed. It was the only way he could describe his feelings. He was pissed at Cas, he was pissed at himself, he was pissed at Sam.
The whole goddamned situation made him want to turn around just because it was the wrong thing to do. With the empty bottle in his hand, he stared at it for a moment, giving into his guilt and imagining her face when she woke up. He threw the bottle as hard as he could, straight into a tree. It broke on impact, shattering into a hundred tiny little pieces. As he stood there watching the glass litter the ground, he couldn’t help but feel exactly like that damned bottle.
It was better that Sammy wasn’t with him. He needed to drive. He needed to cool off, and then he needed to become Dean again. He needed to retract his claws and let go. The best way to do that was drive. The best way to do that was dig deep and blanket with indifference.
Forward to: Chapter Twelve!
Backward to:
Chapter Ten.
Chapter Nine.
Chapter Eight.
Chapter Seven.
Chapter Six.
Chapter Five.
Chapter Four.
Chapter Three.
Chapter Two.
Chapter One.