Sam/Faith - Something Primal
Fandom: Supernatural/Buffyverse
Title: Something Primal
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sam Winchester/Faith Lehane, Dean Winchester
kissbingo Prompt: Experimental: Hickey
tamingthemuse Prompt: Keeping score.
Content Warning: Spoilers through 514: My Bloody Valentine.
Summary: Dean being injured was a pain in the ass.
Author’s Note: Sam thinks too much. I never intended for it to be this long. Also, not related to anything but possibly might wind up being a part of something later.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Joss and Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Dean being injured was a pain in the ass.
Sam wasn’t even sure how it happened. Demon took something Dean said the wrong way, and the next thing Sam knew, Dean was flying through the back wall and something was going crunch that really shouldn’t be going crunch. Dean walked away from it with a couple broken ribs, a broken leg, and a concussion, and by the time he actually got out of the hospital, Dean was already whining about how he was going to have to stay put for weeks while it healed.
Personally, Sam wasn’t really going to complain. They had been running ever since he and Dean had started travelling together again, and the idea of sitting still for a while was appealing. Dangerous, but appealing. They called Cas to let him know where they were, a small town outside of Cleveland, Ohio, and hunkered down to wait out Dean’s healing process. Sitting around the motel room and listening to Dean bitch all day got old very, very quickly.
It didn’t help matters that Sam could still feel his skin crawling with the last vestiges of the blood from his detox. After having none for so long and then too much at once, he knew it wasn’t going to go away as easily. There was this driving need to hunt down another demon and drink them dry, but he was doing his best to smother that urge. The next best thing he figured he could do is just hunt period. He waited until Dean was well enough to hobble around on crutches without killing himself, before heading out into the town to see what he could find.
The rumor about Cleveland was that it was sitting on another Hell Gate, and that the demons and other monsters communed there to feed off that energy. Sam and Dean weren’t in Cleveland specifically, but they were close enough that they could catch the overflow of monsters trying to get to Cleveland, so that meant that there were plenty of things to kill. It didn’t take long for Sam to find a vampire nest-a group of about ten or twenty holed up in an empty barn not too far out of town and pulled the Impala off to the side. He wasn’t planning on going in there alone-he wasn’t stupid-but he could wait some of them out, he could definitely get off a few kills tonight.
He was hanging back by the car, waiting for the right moment, when he spotted one of the vamps coming back with a brunette woman. He stayed low for a moment-picking a fight with two of them was inviting trouble-and watched as the woman backed the vamp up against the wall of the barn, but not going in. Their body language definitely said flirting, and he watched as the vamp’s hand wandered up the woman’s thigh, right over the curve of her ass … right up until the point she pulled out a machete of her own, and proceed to hack off the vampire’s head. And that was something he wasn’t expecting.
As it turned out, she wasn’t expecting to get caught.
The second vampire came around Sam’s side of the barn, and bared his fangs the second he saw her. She was good, but the guy got the jump on her and pinned her to the wall with one hand. Sam saw himself as having two options: blow his cover and save her life, or let him kill her and wait out more of the vamps. Sam didn’t really see this as much of a choice. He was at the barn in two strides and, the vamp’s head was off a second later. He helped pull the headless corpse off the girl, before looking up at her with an awkward smile. “You alright?”
She massaged her throat for a second, before shrugging it off. “I could have handled it.” The tone was meant so that Sam didn’t think she was some kind of damsel in distress, but she swallowed it back and shrugged. “That was a nice swing though.” He’d been along hunters long enough to know a ‘thank you’ when he heard it.
“Thanks,” he said with a nod. “You weren’t too bad yourself.”
She nodded again, picking up her blade before glancing back over her shoulder. “You know, there’s probably plenty in there to go around.”
Sam blinked at that, his head tipping to the side. “You want to take on the entire nest?”
“Slayer,” she said with a shrug. “In the job description.”
Sam blinked again at the mention of Slayers. As far as he knew they were myths, as big a myth as angels had been, but then again, if angels really were out there, then that could say the same for Slayers as well. Regardless of Sam’s reaction, however, this girl was already moving towards the door, giving him a bit of a cocky grin.
“Look, big guy, I’m goin’ in there whether you’re in or not. So either grow a pair and watch my back or climb in your car and head on home-I don’t really give a shit.”
Sam watched her move, and there was something primal about it. It called to something inside him-probably the demon blood but he wasn’t really thinking about that at the moment. All he knew was that he wanted some of the action that she was offering and if he didn’t move now he was going to lose the opportunity. There was still that tiny edge of hesitation that evaporated completely at her next statement.
“Besides-I don’t need you slowing me down anyway. I could probably axe more vamps than you with my eyes closed.”
She was baiting him into keeping score and he knew it. But at the moment, Sam really didn’t mind being baited. He gave her a dark grin, before nodding and following her lead.
“Alright. I’m in.”
***
They wasted the nest, burned the barn to cover the bodies, and headed back to the motel, and he still hadn’t gotten her name.
Not that he was necessarily complaining. They were covered in vampire blood and various wounds to that effect, and he didn’t necessarily need to know. If this had been a few years earlier he would wonder why she wasn’t telling him, if he could maybe get her on their side somehow, but at this point, he and Dean were trying to limit the collateral damage. They didn’t need more people getting involved then there already were.
Add to the fact, that they were both covered in blood and Sam needed to get it off his skin and away from his body before he started wanting to give in to urges he shouldn’t be. He could already taste the coppery tinge in the back of his throat, and he wanted it gone before he went to look for a demon to hunt. Sam doing battles with his own demons was not what Dean needed right now, and he wasn’t about to make things worse. He pulled the Impala up to the front of the motel, leaning back in the driver’s seat and looking over at her. They just met and he didn’t know her name, but he was going to have to ask.
“Mind if I use your shower?” he asked tentatively. “I can’t go back to my brother like this. He’ll-freak.”
She turned and looked him over for a moment, before nodding. “Yeah. We need to burn these clothes anyway.”
He knew she had a point because there was way too much blood for them to try and get out with laundry detergent and a washing machine. He moved to the back of car, pulling his duffel out of the trunk as he headed over to the room. He knew she wasn’t worried about her safety-he had seen what she could do, and she could wipe the floor with him if she wanted to. But he still kept things polite and distant as he moved through her space. He watched as she tossed her gear down in the entryway, before pointing down the hall as she moved.
“Bathroom’s over here.”
“Thanks,” he replied, following her. She stopped in the doorway, leaning back against the frame and giving him just enough room to get by. He could tell by her body language that that was an invitation, but he did his best to ignore it, shrinking his body as best he could to move around her without actually touching her. Once inside, he dropped his bag to the ground and turned back to face her, a silent invocation for a little bit of privacy. She just raised an eyebrow right back at him, a devilish smirk crossing her face.
“I need your clothes.”
He gave her a sheepish smile, before looking up at her. “Not even going to let me get in the shower first?”
She didn’t respond at first, just moved in closer until she had him backed against the wall. “You’re used to being the good guy, aren’t you?”
“Generally that’s the idea,” he said, swallowing hard as she got closer and closer. “Nobody wants to be the asshole.”
“Sometimes? You gotta just go for what you want, big guy.” Her body pressed against his and he was doing his best not to stifle a groan at the sensation. It had been a while. A long while, and while that was the other thing that his body was really singing to do at the moment, this was not the situation to do it in. She pushed herself up on her toes so that her lips were about a breath away from his. “What are you so worried about?”
“I don’t even know your-”
“Faith,” she cut him off, one leg sliding between his and up, his hands moving to her arms to steady her against him. “It’s Faith.”
“Sam.”
“Great. So now that we’re on a first name basis-think I can get you out of those clothes now?”
Sam nodded before taking the breath and closing the distance between them. He dove into the kiss easily, using one hand to pull her closer while the other pulled at their clothes, letting them all drop to the floor.
***
When Sam woke up at Faith’s early the next morning, there were a ton of missed calls on his phone, all from Dean. He knew he probably should have called Dean and warned him, but regardless, Sam needed to get back. Faith was still asleep next to him, and he pulled himself out of bed, trying to get dressed and out of there as quietly as possible. It was another twenty minutes before he made it down the stretch to the room he was sharing with his brother, finding Dean up on his feet, looking at him like he had been having a panic attack.
“Dude. Where the hell have you been?”
“Out,” Sam said evenly, trying to get past his brother and to the bathroom without letting Dean look at him too critically. Unfortunately, Dean had not only gotten mobile on the crutches, he had also gotten fast, and was blocking his path before Sam could say otherwise.
“My car’s in one piece?”
“Yes, Dean,” Sam sighed, rolling his eyes. “Your car is fine.”
“Good.” There was a pause, and Dean started to look at his brother more critically, peering at Sam’s neck like there was something really, really interesting written on it. Sam just stood there, watching him for a moment, before raising an eyebrow.
“Dean-there a problem?”
“Is that a hickey?”
Sam’s eyes widened, and his hand snapped up to his neck. “What? No.”
“Dude. Did you get laid last night?” Instantly, Dean’s face went from concern to amusement, and Sam couldn’t help but wonder about his rebound rate.
“That’s none of your business, alright?” Sam pushed past his brother, heading towards the bathroom, and all he heard was his brother laugh behind him.
“You did, didn’t you? Was she hot?”
“Dean. Seriously-let it go.”
Dean was not going to let it go. He was pretty sure that there were a ton of other questions heading his way, if not for the fact that someone was knocking on the door. Dean dropped his voice instantly, low enough that Sam could hear, but not loud enough that the person outside the door could. “Probably just the manager-give it a minute.”
There was another beat, and then someone knocked again, this time sounding a little more confused. “Hey, Sam? It’s Faith. Bailed out of there so fast you forgot your phone.”
Dean’s eyes glanced back at his brother for a moment, and then was moving so fast that Sam couldn’t catch him, which was pathetic considering he had a bum leg. He reached the door before Sam could, pulling the door open and looking Faith over with appreciative eyes.
“Atta boy, Sammy.”
Faith gave Dean a skeptical look, before glancing over his shoulder to Sam as he appeared behind Dean, trying to nudge him out of the way. “Your brother?”
“Unfortunately,” Sam replied, and she smirked before handing him his phone.
“Sucks to be you.” She backed away from the door, giving both boys a wave before heading back to towards her room. “I’ll see you around, Sam.”
“See ya,” Sam sighed as he turned and closed the door behind her, before looking at his brother. “Seriously, Dean? Really?”
Dean just grinned at him, before clapping a hand on his brother shoulder. “My little Sammy’s all grown up.”
Sam rolled his eyes, before grabbing Dean’s crutch so that he was forced to stumble back into the chair behind him. “Shut up.”
Title: Something Primal
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sam Winchester/Faith Lehane, Dean Winchester
kissbingo Prompt: Experimental: Hickey
tamingthemuse Prompt: Keeping score.
Content Warning: Spoilers through 514: My Bloody Valentine.
Summary: Dean being injured was a pain in the ass.
Author’s Note: Sam thinks too much. I never intended for it to be this long. Also, not related to anything but possibly might wind up being a part of something later.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Joss and Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Dean being injured was a pain in the ass.
Sam wasn’t even sure how it happened. Demon took something Dean said the wrong way, and the next thing Sam knew, Dean was flying through the back wall and something was going crunch that really shouldn’t be going crunch. Dean walked away from it with a couple broken ribs, a broken leg, and a concussion, and by the time he actually got out of the hospital, Dean was already whining about how he was going to have to stay put for weeks while it healed.
Personally, Sam wasn’t really going to complain. They had been running ever since he and Dean had started travelling together again, and the idea of sitting still for a while was appealing. Dangerous, but appealing. They called Cas to let him know where they were, a small town outside of Cleveland, Ohio, and hunkered down to wait out Dean’s healing process. Sitting around the motel room and listening to Dean bitch all day got old very, very quickly.
It didn’t help matters that Sam could still feel his skin crawling with the last vestiges of the blood from his detox. After having none for so long and then too much at once, he knew it wasn’t going to go away as easily. There was this driving need to hunt down another demon and drink them dry, but he was doing his best to smother that urge. The next best thing he figured he could do is just hunt period. He waited until Dean was well enough to hobble around on crutches without killing himself, before heading out into the town to see what he could find.
The rumor about Cleveland was that it was sitting on another Hell Gate, and that the demons and other monsters communed there to feed off that energy. Sam and Dean weren’t in Cleveland specifically, but they were close enough that they could catch the overflow of monsters trying to get to Cleveland, so that meant that there were plenty of things to kill. It didn’t take long for Sam to find a vampire nest-a group of about ten or twenty holed up in an empty barn not too far out of town and pulled the Impala off to the side. He wasn’t planning on going in there alone-he wasn’t stupid-but he could wait some of them out, he could definitely get off a few kills tonight.
He was hanging back by the car, waiting for the right moment, when he spotted one of the vamps coming back with a brunette woman. He stayed low for a moment-picking a fight with two of them was inviting trouble-and watched as the woman backed the vamp up against the wall of the barn, but not going in. Their body language definitely said flirting, and he watched as the vamp’s hand wandered up the woman’s thigh, right over the curve of her ass … right up until the point she pulled out a machete of her own, and proceed to hack off the vampire’s head. And that was something he wasn’t expecting.
As it turned out, she wasn’t expecting to get caught.
The second vampire came around Sam’s side of the barn, and bared his fangs the second he saw her. She was good, but the guy got the jump on her and pinned her to the wall with one hand. Sam saw himself as having two options: blow his cover and save her life, or let him kill her and wait out more of the vamps. Sam didn’t really see this as much of a choice. He was at the barn in two strides and, the vamp’s head was off a second later. He helped pull the headless corpse off the girl, before looking up at her with an awkward smile. “You alright?”
She massaged her throat for a second, before shrugging it off. “I could have handled it.” The tone was meant so that Sam didn’t think she was some kind of damsel in distress, but she swallowed it back and shrugged. “That was a nice swing though.” He’d been along hunters long enough to know a ‘thank you’ when he heard it.
“Thanks,” he said with a nod. “You weren’t too bad yourself.”
She nodded again, picking up her blade before glancing back over her shoulder. “You know, there’s probably plenty in there to go around.”
Sam blinked at that, his head tipping to the side. “You want to take on the entire nest?”
“Slayer,” she said with a shrug. “In the job description.”
Sam blinked again at the mention of Slayers. As far as he knew they were myths, as big a myth as angels had been, but then again, if angels really were out there, then that could say the same for Slayers as well. Regardless of Sam’s reaction, however, this girl was already moving towards the door, giving him a bit of a cocky grin.
“Look, big guy, I’m goin’ in there whether you’re in or not. So either grow a pair and watch my back or climb in your car and head on home-I don’t really give a shit.”
Sam watched her move, and there was something primal about it. It called to something inside him-probably the demon blood but he wasn’t really thinking about that at the moment. All he knew was that he wanted some of the action that she was offering and if he didn’t move now he was going to lose the opportunity. There was still that tiny edge of hesitation that evaporated completely at her next statement.
“Besides-I don’t need you slowing me down anyway. I could probably axe more vamps than you with my eyes closed.”
She was baiting him into keeping score and he knew it. But at the moment, Sam really didn’t mind being baited. He gave her a dark grin, before nodding and following her lead.
“Alright. I’m in.”
***
They wasted the nest, burned the barn to cover the bodies, and headed back to the motel, and he still hadn’t gotten her name.
Not that he was necessarily complaining. They were covered in vampire blood and various wounds to that effect, and he didn’t necessarily need to know. If this had been a few years earlier he would wonder why she wasn’t telling him, if he could maybe get her on their side somehow, but at this point, he and Dean were trying to limit the collateral damage. They didn’t need more people getting involved then there already were.
Add to the fact, that they were both covered in blood and Sam needed to get it off his skin and away from his body before he started wanting to give in to urges he shouldn’t be. He could already taste the coppery tinge in the back of his throat, and he wanted it gone before he went to look for a demon to hunt. Sam doing battles with his own demons was not what Dean needed right now, and he wasn’t about to make things worse. He pulled the Impala up to the front of the motel, leaning back in the driver’s seat and looking over at her. They just met and he didn’t know her name, but he was going to have to ask.
“Mind if I use your shower?” he asked tentatively. “I can’t go back to my brother like this. He’ll-freak.”
She turned and looked him over for a moment, before nodding. “Yeah. We need to burn these clothes anyway.”
He knew she had a point because there was way too much blood for them to try and get out with laundry detergent and a washing machine. He moved to the back of car, pulling his duffel out of the trunk as he headed over to the room. He knew she wasn’t worried about her safety-he had seen what she could do, and she could wipe the floor with him if she wanted to. But he still kept things polite and distant as he moved through her space. He watched as she tossed her gear down in the entryway, before pointing down the hall as she moved.
“Bathroom’s over here.”
“Thanks,” he replied, following her. She stopped in the doorway, leaning back against the frame and giving him just enough room to get by. He could tell by her body language that that was an invitation, but he did his best to ignore it, shrinking his body as best he could to move around her without actually touching her. Once inside, he dropped his bag to the ground and turned back to face her, a silent invocation for a little bit of privacy. She just raised an eyebrow right back at him, a devilish smirk crossing her face.
“I need your clothes.”
He gave her a sheepish smile, before looking up at her. “Not even going to let me get in the shower first?”
She didn’t respond at first, just moved in closer until she had him backed against the wall. “You’re used to being the good guy, aren’t you?”
“Generally that’s the idea,” he said, swallowing hard as she got closer and closer. “Nobody wants to be the asshole.”
“Sometimes? You gotta just go for what you want, big guy.” Her body pressed against his and he was doing his best not to stifle a groan at the sensation. It had been a while. A long while, and while that was the other thing that his body was really singing to do at the moment, this was not the situation to do it in. She pushed herself up on her toes so that her lips were about a breath away from his. “What are you so worried about?”
“I don’t even know your-”
“Faith,” she cut him off, one leg sliding between his and up, his hands moving to her arms to steady her against him. “It’s Faith.”
“Sam.”
“Great. So now that we’re on a first name basis-think I can get you out of those clothes now?”
Sam nodded before taking the breath and closing the distance between them. He dove into the kiss easily, using one hand to pull her closer while the other pulled at their clothes, letting them all drop to the floor.
***
When Sam woke up at Faith’s early the next morning, there were a ton of missed calls on his phone, all from Dean. He knew he probably should have called Dean and warned him, but regardless, Sam needed to get back. Faith was still asleep next to him, and he pulled himself out of bed, trying to get dressed and out of there as quietly as possible. It was another twenty minutes before he made it down the stretch to the room he was sharing with his brother, finding Dean up on his feet, looking at him like he had been having a panic attack.
“Dude. Where the hell have you been?”
“Out,” Sam said evenly, trying to get past his brother and to the bathroom without letting Dean look at him too critically. Unfortunately, Dean had not only gotten mobile on the crutches, he had also gotten fast, and was blocking his path before Sam could say otherwise.
“My car’s in one piece?”
“Yes, Dean,” Sam sighed, rolling his eyes. “Your car is fine.”
“Good.” There was a pause, and Dean started to look at his brother more critically, peering at Sam’s neck like there was something really, really interesting written on it. Sam just stood there, watching him for a moment, before raising an eyebrow.
“Dean-there a problem?”
“Is that a hickey?”
Sam’s eyes widened, and his hand snapped up to his neck. “What? No.”
“Dude. Did you get laid last night?” Instantly, Dean’s face went from concern to amusement, and Sam couldn’t help but wonder about his rebound rate.
“That’s none of your business, alright?” Sam pushed past his brother, heading towards the bathroom, and all he heard was his brother laugh behind him.
“You did, didn’t you? Was she hot?”
“Dean. Seriously-let it go.”
Dean was not going to let it go. He was pretty sure that there were a ton of other questions heading his way, if not for the fact that someone was knocking on the door. Dean dropped his voice instantly, low enough that Sam could hear, but not loud enough that the person outside the door could. “Probably just the manager-give it a minute.”
There was another beat, and then someone knocked again, this time sounding a little more confused. “Hey, Sam? It’s Faith. Bailed out of there so fast you forgot your phone.”
Dean’s eyes glanced back at his brother for a moment, and then was moving so fast that Sam couldn’t catch him, which was pathetic considering he had a bum leg. He reached the door before Sam could, pulling the door open and looking Faith over with appreciative eyes.
“Atta boy, Sammy.”
Faith gave Dean a skeptical look, before glancing over his shoulder to Sam as he appeared behind Dean, trying to nudge him out of the way. “Your brother?”
“Unfortunately,” Sam replied, and she smirked before handing him his phone.
“Sucks to be you.” She backed away from the door, giving both boys a wave before heading back to towards her room. “I’ll see you around, Sam.”
“See ya,” Sam sighed as he turned and closed the door behind her, before looking at his brother. “Seriously, Dean? Really?”
Dean just grinned at him, before clapping a hand on his brother shoulder. “My little Sammy’s all grown up.”
Sam rolled his eyes, before grabbing Dean’s crutch so that he was forced to stumble back into the chair behind him. “Shut up.”