Torture
Okay, so, watching Supernatural last night and when a certain scene popped up, I couldn't help myself... Warning SPOILERS!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or BtVS, they belong to Kripke and Whedon and no profit is intended.
Author's Note: I wrote this fic in the middle of watching Supernatural last night, during one of the scenes. Again, I warn, this is a MAJOR SPOILER for anyone who hasn't seen the episode "On the Head of a Pin" which aired in the U.S. last night, March 19th, 2009!!!!
While I was watching this particular scene, I couldn't help but start thinking about what Faith's reaction would be, so here it is, as I imagined it...
“If I walk through that door, you’re not going to like what comes out.”
Dean’s face was set in harsh lines, his eyes far away, seeing things no mortal was ever supposed to see. Castiel was giving him some line about ‘he’d do anything not to let you do this, Dean’ and Faith couldn’t take it any more. She’d left Sammy at the motel room with that bitch demon once they’d figured out where Dean had been taken and she’d run the whole way to the old building. Slipping in through a broken window, she stood in the shadows and watched the angels ask Dean to go back to his own personal hell.
Faith stepped out of the shadows and stalked across the room, seeing Castiel’s head come up as he noticed her. She stepped in front of Dean and he blinked, his eyes refocusing on her face, seeing her.
“Faith, what are you-“
“I’m here, Dean. Let’s go do this,” she said, cupping his face with her hands, her thumbs brushing over his cheekbones.
“Faith, no, I can’t let you do this, you have no idea-“ he began, but her harsh bark of laughter stopped him.
“Baby, I have ideas you couldn’t even dream of. I’ve done this before, Dean, to a human, to someone I once considered a friend, not a demon and I wasn’t in Hell,” she told him, still looking into his eyes. “I did it because I wanted to and I enjoyed it.” She waited for his face to change, to see some sort of disgust or pity in his eyes. She’d never told either of the Winchester brothers the details of the darkest part of her life. It didn’t come.
“Faith, I can’t let you do this. You’re not that person anymore, this-“
“Dean, I’m always that person, inside. She’s always there, I just don’t let her out anymore,” she told him. “So I’ll walk through that door with you and I’ll help you make the demon scream. Hot, cold, sharp, whatever you want to start with is fine by me. Because it won’t break anything inside me to do it and when we walk back out, I’ll still be with you. You’ll still be Dean and I’ll still be Faith because I’ll be damned if I’m letting you get away from me this early in the game, Winchester.”
“Yes, you will be damned,” came Castiel’s voice and she flicked a disdainful glance at the angel.
“Maybe, but not now and not by you, because you need this. You need him and he needs me, so it’s a package deal, messenger boy. Go back and tell your boss that the torture’s being taken care of, by the ones who aren’t afraid to get their hands dirty for the cause.”
She looked at Dean and saw the faintest of smiles on his lips. He did like to hear her sass the angels. Said it made him proud that she was his girl.
“Come on, baby, let’s go get this taken care of,” she told Dean, slipping an arm around his waist and leaning her head on his shoulder as they started for the doors, as if they were going to see a movie and not torture someone. ‘Before Sammy gets here,’ she didn’t say out loud, but she was definitely thinking it. Because something was wrong with Sam. There were times, after he was with Ruby, that he smelled different. She could smell the coppery scent of blood on his breath, see something different in his eyes. Sam wasn’t a vampire, but any ritual that involved drinking blood was usually a dark one. So they’d take care of the torture, get the dirty work out of the way, because there was no telling what lengths Sam would go to if he got here before they were done.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or BtVS, they belong to Kripke and Whedon and no profit is intended.
Author's Note: I wrote this fic in the middle of watching Supernatural last night, during one of the scenes. Again, I warn, this is a MAJOR SPOILER for anyone who hasn't seen the episode "On the Head of a Pin" which aired in the U.S. last night, March 19th, 2009!!!!
While I was watching this particular scene, I couldn't help but start thinking about what Faith's reaction would be, so here it is, as I imagined it...
“If I walk through that door, you’re not going to like what comes out.”
Dean’s face was set in harsh lines, his eyes far away, seeing things no mortal was ever supposed to see. Castiel was giving him some line about ‘he’d do anything not to let you do this, Dean’ and Faith couldn’t take it any more. She’d left Sammy at the motel room with that bitch demon once they’d figured out where Dean had been taken and she’d run the whole way to the old building. Slipping in through a broken window, she stood in the shadows and watched the angels ask Dean to go back to his own personal hell.
Faith stepped out of the shadows and stalked across the room, seeing Castiel’s head come up as he noticed her. She stepped in front of Dean and he blinked, his eyes refocusing on her face, seeing her.
“Faith, what are you-“
“I’m here, Dean. Let’s go do this,” she said, cupping his face with her hands, her thumbs brushing over his cheekbones.
“Faith, no, I can’t let you do this, you have no idea-“ he began, but her harsh bark of laughter stopped him.
“Baby, I have ideas you couldn’t even dream of. I’ve done this before, Dean, to a human, to someone I once considered a friend, not a demon and I wasn’t in Hell,” she told him, still looking into his eyes. “I did it because I wanted to and I enjoyed it.” She waited for his face to change, to see some sort of disgust or pity in his eyes. She’d never told either of the Winchester brothers the details of the darkest part of her life. It didn’t come.
“Faith, I can’t let you do this. You’re not that person anymore, this-“
“Dean, I’m always that person, inside. She’s always there, I just don’t let her out anymore,” she told him. “So I’ll walk through that door with you and I’ll help you make the demon scream. Hot, cold, sharp, whatever you want to start with is fine by me. Because it won’t break anything inside me to do it and when we walk back out, I’ll still be with you. You’ll still be Dean and I’ll still be Faith because I’ll be damned if I’m letting you get away from me this early in the game, Winchester.”
“Yes, you will be damned,” came Castiel’s voice and she flicked a disdainful glance at the angel.
“Maybe, but not now and not by you, because you need this. You need him and he needs me, so it’s a package deal, messenger boy. Go back and tell your boss that the torture’s being taken care of, by the ones who aren’t afraid to get their hands dirty for the cause.”
She looked at Dean and saw the faintest of smiles on his lips. He did like to hear her sass the angels. Said it made him proud that she was his girl.
“Come on, baby, let’s go get this taken care of,” she told Dean, slipping an arm around his waist and leaning her head on his shoulder as they started for the doors, as if they were going to see a movie and not torture someone. ‘Before Sammy gets here,’ she didn’t say out loud, but she was definitely thinking it. Because something was wrong with Sam. There were times, after he was with Ruby, that he smelled different. She could smell the coppery scent of blood on his breath, see something different in his eyes. Sam wasn’t a vampire, but any ritual that involved drinking blood was usually a dark one. So they’d take care of the torture, get the dirty work out of the way, because there was no telling what lengths Sam would go to if he got here before they were done.