Burning Memories - Chapter 6 (Buffy/Dean)
Title: Burning Memories
Author: Lisa
Status: Completed
Chapter List: Prologue / Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three / Chapter Four / Chapter Five / Chapter Six / Epilogue
Rating: R (for violence, language and sexual situations)
Fandom: Supernatural/BtVS Crossover
Pairing: Buffy/Dean
Genre: Angst/Drama
Summary: Illusions are a devils game that blur the black and white lines to gray. Evil is back, but which form will it appear in?
Spoilers: All season of BtVS are fair game along with all episodes of SPN up to “Everyone Loves a Clown”
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all related characters are copyright The CW Network. No infringement intended. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. No infringement intended. “To make everything right is for God to just reach out and turn off the light!” is taken from a modern day nursery rhyme by Shel Silverstein, no infringement intended.
Distribution: Not without permission from myself.
AN: Huge thanks to moire2 for beta'ing this chapter for me. Along with bashipforever for helping me a part in this chapter. Any mistakes are mine.
Standing in the middle of the room she looked at the two brothers, wincing only slightly. The fight with The First hadn’t ended with her winning, though she hadn’t lost either. Having it corporeal was a nice gift, she’d have to dig in and do some research to find out how it got a solid form. From what she remembered Giles telling her The First couldn’t gain form without some serious black mojo. A throat clearing brought her back to the situation at hand. “I guess you have some questions.”
“Some?” Dean ran a hand over his face. “You let a vampire bite you! You’ve… you’ve lied to us the whole time! I think some is putting it mild.”
“You don’t know the whole story.” Buffy folded her arms across her chest, a sign of her stubbornness kicking in.
“Don’t need to know the whole kinky side to your sex life. Fact is you are one twisted sister if that gets you off.” Dean shoved past her and began to grab his fallen shotgun off the ground. He winced at the cracked wood; he’d have to patch her up in the next day or two.
Buffy’s back bristled at his words. She grabbed his shirt and yanked him around before she slammed her fist into his face. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. I get you think you are the Hitchcock of horror here but that’s one thing you don’t get to weigh your opinion on.” Before he could react she shoved him back into the wall. “It isn’t as cut and dry as you think it is Dean! The world isn’t black and white, there’s grey. A whole lot of grey and not everything that goes bump in the night needs to be killed. Your father gave me the chance why can’t you?” Her teeth worried her bottom lip. It felt like Sunnydale all over again, her trying to justify her actions.
"I'm not giving you a second chance because my father is dead, and that thing makes me nervous.” Watching whatever the hell that was morph from his father to the blonde had shaken him to the core. He didn’t want the blonde around any longer, the sooner she was the gone the safer Sammy and him were.
“The First Evil.” Buffy smiled sheepishly as she cut into his rant.
“What?”
“It’s The First Evil. What you saw tonight. I’m guessing it and your demon are and the same.” Buffy let out a sigh as she picked up the flipped over chair. “I mean it would make sense. It hit Sunnydale hard; probably tried to kill me before it went after John. It said that me meeting John messed up its plan.” Buffy looked past Dean over to Sam who was starring at his left boot with intense interest. “What does his journal say?”
One step to the left and Dean effectively blocked her view of his brother. He folded his arms across his chest and spoke calmly. “I think Sam and I can figure this out on our own.”
“Excuse me?”
“Dean… c’mon, man.” Sam finally taking interest in the conversation stood up and walked over to his older brother. “It’s not her fault.”
“No!” His murky green eyes pinned the blonde with a cold stare. “If it wasn’t for you our Dad wouldn’t be dead!”
Buffy stumbled back from the verbal blow. Tears swelled in her eyes. “You can’t…”
“That’s exactly what I mean! Seems this First Evil has quite the crush on you and if you hadn’t met up with Dad, he wouldn’t be dead!”
“It wanted John out of the game. I mean… you heard it Dean.” Buffy bit her lip and paused waiting for the older Winchester to give. “You can’t expect me to just walk away now.”
“No, I’m telling you to leave. I think you’ve done enough damage, don’t you?” Dean turned to look over his brother’s injuries.
~*~
It hadn’t taken too long for Buffy to track down the demon clown. It had been phlegmatically walking across the lawn of a new family of victims. She had spotted the girl by the patio doors and raced across the lawn pulling out two steel knives that had been hidden in the back of her jeans.
She had sliced and diced more than necessary, the demon didn’t have much of a chance to put up a fight. The little girl with raven dark curls had screamed and instantly the house had lightened up like a Christmas tree.
Using her Slayer speed she had managed to run before anyone other than the terrified girl had spotted her.
That had been an hour ago. Once she had gotten back to the cheap motel she had snuck into her room, grabbed her bag and headed to the van that she had arrived in. With ease she jimmied the lock, smirking as Spike’s proud smile flashed in her mind. Grabbing Sam’s bag, she slipped a note into the pocket leaving only a small corner jutting out she disappeared into the shadows.
~*~
Sam walked toward the van. Apparently, Buffy had taken care of the demon on her way out of town. He still didn’t think his brother did the right thing by kicking the blonde out. She probably had information about the demon they were hunting that they weren’t aware of. Patience hadn’t ever been Dean’s strong suite.
The van hatch creaked as he lifted it up and he frowned as he spotted a pink piece of paper poking out of his bag. He looked behind him before he reached in and grabbed the paper, tearing it opened.
Sam,
Your brother may be an ass, but I think you get it. If you need anything let me know. I’m going after the demon. - Buffy 555-4523
~*~
Sam stretched his legs out in the Impala. They had spent the last six weeks traveling around killing demons while they hunted for more clues about The First Evil. Dean had been more interested in what The First had planned and Sam had spent the majority of time sifting through their Dad’s journal for more information on Buffy.
He had uncovered a scroll that his father had found. It talked about a warrior that would be born of purity and bred by darkness. She would be the one. He hadn’t completely finished the translation but he knew in his gut that it was about Buffy.
They were currently en-route to Missouri; she said she had some information that could help them. Sam had been trying to get Dean to call Buffy for over three weeks now. “You’re being stubborn Dean.”
“Yeah, well you’re being a pain in the ass.” Dean tried to turn up the tunes but his hand was slapped away by his brother. “Sam.”
“After everything we’ve uncovered in Dad’s journal how can you still believe she’s evil?”
“Journal said she was bred with darkness doesn’t it? Pretty much spells it out demon!”
“You’re an ass.” Sam sat back in leather seat and starred out the window for a moment before turning back to his brother. “Dad went after her, Dean! It wasn't some fluke that they met; Dad knew she could help him kill the demon. He went to her!”
“And how do we know that Sammy? Dad didn’t tell us anything.” It seemed every second day Sam had tried to get him to call up the blonde. He just couldn’t do it. Not after everything he had seen. He couldn’t erase the image of her moaning into the vampires bite.
Sam lifted the journal and waved it in his face. “Yes he did Dean. Do you want to kill this demon?”
“Hell ya! You know I do Sammy, it’s not even a question of that.”
“Then quit being such a dick. We’ve trusted Dad’s cryptic messages that sent us all over this country on hunting trips, there's no reason to stop now.”
Author: Lisa
Status: Completed
Chapter List: Prologue / Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three / Chapter Four / Chapter Five / Chapter Six / Epilogue
Rating: R (for violence, language and sexual situations)
Fandom: Supernatural/BtVS Crossover
Pairing: Buffy/Dean
Genre: Angst/Drama
Summary: Illusions are a devils game that blur the black and white lines to gray. Evil is back, but which form will it appear in?
Spoilers: All season of BtVS are fair game along with all episodes of SPN up to “Everyone Loves a Clown”
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all related characters are copyright The CW Network. No infringement intended. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. No infringement intended. “To make everything right is for God to just reach out and turn off the light!” is taken from a modern day nursery rhyme by Shel Silverstein, no infringement intended.
Distribution: Not without permission from myself.
AN: Huge thanks to moire2 for beta'ing this chapter for me. Along with bashipforever for helping me a part in this chapter. Any mistakes are mine.
Standing in the middle of the room she looked at the two brothers, wincing only slightly. The fight with The First hadn’t ended with her winning, though she hadn’t lost either. Having it corporeal was a nice gift, she’d have to dig in and do some research to find out how it got a solid form. From what she remembered Giles telling her The First couldn’t gain form without some serious black mojo. A throat clearing brought her back to the situation at hand. “I guess you have some questions.”
“Some?” Dean ran a hand over his face. “You let a vampire bite you! You’ve… you’ve lied to us the whole time! I think some is putting it mild.”
“You don’t know the whole story.” Buffy folded her arms across her chest, a sign of her stubbornness kicking in.
“Don’t need to know the whole kinky side to your sex life. Fact is you are one twisted sister if that gets you off.” Dean shoved past her and began to grab his fallen shotgun off the ground. He winced at the cracked wood; he’d have to patch her up in the next day or two.
Buffy’s back bristled at his words. She grabbed his shirt and yanked him around before she slammed her fist into his face. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. I get you think you are the Hitchcock of horror here but that’s one thing you don’t get to weigh your opinion on.” Before he could react she shoved him back into the wall. “It isn’t as cut and dry as you think it is Dean! The world isn’t black and white, there’s grey. A whole lot of grey and not everything that goes bump in the night needs to be killed. Your father gave me the chance why can’t you?” Her teeth worried her bottom lip. It felt like Sunnydale all over again, her trying to justify her actions.
"I'm not giving you a second chance because my father is dead, and that thing makes me nervous.” Watching whatever the hell that was morph from his father to the blonde had shaken him to the core. He didn’t want the blonde around any longer, the sooner she was the gone the safer Sammy and him were.
“The First Evil.” Buffy smiled sheepishly as she cut into his rant.
“What?”
“It’s The First Evil. What you saw tonight. I’m guessing it and your demon are and the same.” Buffy let out a sigh as she picked up the flipped over chair. “I mean it would make sense. It hit Sunnydale hard; probably tried to kill me before it went after John. It said that me meeting John messed up its plan.” Buffy looked past Dean over to Sam who was starring at his left boot with intense interest. “What does his journal say?”
One step to the left and Dean effectively blocked her view of his brother. He folded his arms across his chest and spoke calmly. “I think Sam and I can figure this out on our own.”
“Excuse me?”
“Dean… c’mon, man.” Sam finally taking interest in the conversation stood up and walked over to his older brother. “It’s not her fault.”
“No!” His murky green eyes pinned the blonde with a cold stare. “If it wasn’t for you our Dad wouldn’t be dead!”
Buffy stumbled back from the verbal blow. Tears swelled in her eyes. “You can’t…”
“That’s exactly what I mean! Seems this First Evil has quite the crush on you and if you hadn’t met up with Dad, he wouldn’t be dead!”
“It wanted John out of the game. I mean… you heard it Dean.” Buffy bit her lip and paused waiting for the older Winchester to give. “You can’t expect me to just walk away now.”
“No, I’m telling you to leave. I think you’ve done enough damage, don’t you?” Dean turned to look over his brother’s injuries.
~*~
It hadn’t taken too long for Buffy to track down the demon clown. It had been phlegmatically walking across the lawn of a new family of victims. She had spotted the girl by the patio doors and raced across the lawn pulling out two steel knives that had been hidden in the back of her jeans.
She had sliced and diced more than necessary, the demon didn’t have much of a chance to put up a fight. The little girl with raven dark curls had screamed and instantly the house had lightened up like a Christmas tree.
Using her Slayer speed she had managed to run before anyone other than the terrified girl had spotted her.
That had been an hour ago. Once she had gotten back to the cheap motel she had snuck into her room, grabbed her bag and headed to the van that she had arrived in. With ease she jimmied the lock, smirking as Spike’s proud smile flashed in her mind. Grabbing Sam’s bag, she slipped a note into the pocket leaving only a small corner jutting out she disappeared into the shadows.
~*~
Sam walked toward the van. Apparently, Buffy had taken care of the demon on her way out of town. He still didn’t think his brother did the right thing by kicking the blonde out. She probably had information about the demon they were hunting that they weren’t aware of. Patience hadn’t ever been Dean’s strong suite.
The van hatch creaked as he lifted it up and he frowned as he spotted a pink piece of paper poking out of his bag. He looked behind him before he reached in and grabbed the paper, tearing it opened.
Sam,
Your brother may be an ass, but I think you get it. If you need anything let me know. I’m going after the demon. - Buffy 555-4523
~*~
Sam stretched his legs out in the Impala. They had spent the last six weeks traveling around killing demons while they hunted for more clues about The First Evil. Dean had been more interested in what The First had planned and Sam had spent the majority of time sifting through their Dad’s journal for more information on Buffy.
He had uncovered a scroll that his father had found. It talked about a warrior that would be born of purity and bred by darkness. She would be the one. He hadn’t completely finished the translation but he knew in his gut that it was about Buffy.
They were currently en-route to Missouri; she said she had some information that could help them. Sam had been trying to get Dean to call Buffy for over three weeks now. “You’re being stubborn Dean.”
“Yeah, well you’re being a pain in the ass.” Dean tried to turn up the tunes but his hand was slapped away by his brother. “Sam.”
“After everything we’ve uncovered in Dad’s journal how can you still believe she’s evil?”
“Journal said she was bred with darkness doesn’t it? Pretty much spells it out demon!”
“You’re an ass.” Sam sat back in leather seat and starred out the window for a moment before turning back to his brother. “Dad went after her, Dean! It wasn't some fluke that they met; Dad knew she could help him kill the demon. He went to her!”
“And how do we know that Sammy? Dad didn’t tell us anything.” It seemed every second day Sam had tried to get him to call up the blonde. He just couldn’t do it. Not after everything he had seen. He couldn’t erase the image of her moaning into the vampires bite.
Sam lifted the journal and waved it in his face. “Yes he did Dean. Do you want to kill this demon?”
“Hell ya! You know I do Sammy, it’s not even a question of that.”
“Then quit being such a dick. We’ve trusted Dad’s cryptic messages that sent us all over this country on hunting trips, there's no reason to stop now.”