Fic: It's In Our Blood - (Buffy/Dean, Faith/Sam) Chapter Four
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 4:
Those thoughts remained in Dean’s mind as he was silently cursing to himself about her all the while he picked the outdated lock of the police station. He was coming through the back door. Even though it was a small town, he had no doubt that there would be a watch dog in the front office. Especially with someone in holding in a serious situation as the current one was. He’d deal with the person if they heard him and came to inspect, but he wanted to avoid that at all costs. When the door closed behind him, his thoughts were still on the slayer with Sam. There wasn’t a damn chance in hell he was going to let Sam have the impala while she was with him. Sam seemed to trust her, and the fact that she was practically undressing him in the motel room was more than he could stand. He had just hoped that Buffy wasn’t as ridiculous as her brunette counterpart was after her hands were free from behind her back.
When he’d made it to the room with nary a sound, he went to the cell to find that she wasn’t in there. Somehow she’d already broken out, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t impressed. She was cuffed and in an iron cell. Out of curiosity, he walked over to the door to inspect the lock. As he bent down, he heard a noise to the right of him. Automatic reaction had him reaching for his gun just in case, but he never even got close to having his hand around it. The next thing he knew, he was flying, his back slamming against the wall with a thud. His breath had been knocked clear out of him, and all he could do was slide against the wall to the floor staring, dazed. It was then that he saw who it was.
Buffy. Jesus, did she kick him in the chest? It sure as hell felt like it. He clutched it and swore, trying to get up, his other hand raised in surrender.
“OW. Dammit.” He started to rise, and she moved with him, coming closer.
“You.” The blonde crossed her arms, the links to the cuffs shining in the sliver of moonlight that was allowed them. Her wrists were still bound, but it looked like she’d pulled the damn links off. He kept his hand in the air as he took another breath, the wind finally coming back in his system. His back hurt like a bitch, and the way his head hit the concrete wall had an instant bump forming. He could feel it.
“Good Christ, Buffy.”
“I told you to get out of town. What are you even doing here? And for the record, I’m really sorry about… the next events.” She took an antagonistic step toward him and he held up his hand in hopes of stopping her, still trying to get up from the massive blow.
“Woah. Hold it, Hulk. I’m on your side, here. Seems we’ve got more in common than our good looks.” He coughed, and groaned at the pain that came with it.
She went to say something, but her head snapped to the door, noticing footsteps that Dean would have never heard if she didn’t. The guard had heard them. Dean tried to get up, but Buffy shushed him, and walked to the other side of the door. As the keys were faltering, she took the liberty to open the door, giving the element of surprise as the guard got about a half a syllable out before she landed her fist in his face, knocking him out instantly.
Dean tried not to look surprised..impressed… anything. He failed miserably. When she turned around, she had a sympathetic look on her face before turning back into a glare. He was just starting to feel his legs again, and started to get up with a grunt. She was ranting, and he figured he’d just let her talk so he could have a chance to straighten. This girl didn’t need his help breaking out of jail. Jesus.
“If you’re here to try to get me to back down, it’s not happening. If you’re here to tell me I’m making a big mistake.. well, you’re probably right. And I’m …wait.” She pointed where he had come from. “ You came in the back door. Why did you come in the back door?”
Her arms crossed, and he looked up at her taking a short breath. He rested his hands on his knees, and nodded.
“You couldn’t have figured that out before you decided that my chest was some kinda soccer ball? My God have you got some friggin’ force."
“You’re not an FBI agent.”
“No, and you’re not just a hot chick who took Tae Bo to heart. Met your friend Faith. Gave my brother and I some enlightening information. Which is why I’m here. To help you out. And ya tried to collapse my damn chest.”
“I-…Well, okay. I didn’t break anything, don’t worry. And you met Faith? She give you any reason why leaving me in this place was a good idea? You saw the file. They think I’m a serial killer. Not to mention that until now, I was perfectly okay with a juve record and a no name status. And who are you? Why were you questioning me? Is your name even Page? And is this what you meant by hunter?”
“Woah, woah. Can we get outta here, first? You hit the guy pretty hard, but ya can’t really underestimate these guys.”
“Fine. But I warn you. If you pull anything… And believe me when I say anything, there’s
going to be a lot more things collapsing on you. I’m seriously not in the mood.”
He laughed, and it hurt. He didn’t know why he laughed, and it was probably one of the stupidest moves he’d ever made because the warning glare that emanated off of her was actually more scary than hot. It ended his laugh promptly and he cleared his throat. He motioned to the back door, and it seemed to her that she was contemplating him going first. She was alert, and wary. Smart girl. She seemed to trust him enough, because she turned her back and headed out the door that he’d come in. He followed her and when they’d made it outside, he motioned toward his impala that was parked half a block down the road.
“So start talking,” she said as she sat down on the leather, making a much better view than his brother. She kept her eyes on the jail and he could see the faint guilt still in her eyes from after she hit the deputy. “…And if you don’t mind, driving. Because I can get out of a small cell, and probably even a larger grade one. But the higher I go, the bigger the stupid guns are.”
He was staring at her, and chuckled before getting off the main street, driving nowhere in particular. He had one hand on his chest, trying to rub the pain away.
“I’m Dean. I’m working with my brother, Sam on the same case you two are working on. We’re hunters. This kinda stuff is what we do. I’ve never heard of a slayer; I might be freakin’ on something but I think it’s got somethin’ to do with strength, ‘cause my damn ribs hurt like hell, and it looks like you ripped the damn links off those cuffs.”
He pulled over then, and put the car in park much to what looked like her alarm. She didn’t want to stop, but he was confident enough that they were free from any danger for at least another couple hours. So he continued to stare at her with a smile on his face. It seemed to calm her because she sat deeper in the leather, probably happy to be sitting on a soft surface. He tried not to allow his mind to delve any further in dream land than that.
“Yes, Dean. I have strength, and a few other qualities that go with the birthright. What, Faith didn’t feel the need to give you information and you didn’t push? You just trusted her? What if I am a serial killer on Tae Bo and crack?”
She had a point.
“Sam trusted her enough, and I trust my brother. And if you really were a killer then I’m thinkin’ you wouldn’t be in this situation to begin with because you wouldn’t have gotten yourself caught. Buffy, I may have been acting as a cop a few hours ago, but I wasn’t lying when I told you that I believed you. We both know that it wasn’t a human that’s killed these vics. I’m not sure what a slayer is, but I’m pretty confident that you’re still a human.”
It was her turn to laugh when she rested her elbow on the car so she could run her hands through her hair.
“You’re a relief.”
He pondered that and put the car in drive again.
“Sweetheart, I’m a lot of things.”
A few seconds of silence went by before she spoke up again.
“So Faith is with your brother, and you’ve got breakout duty. ”
“They’re at the scenes right now, seein’ if they can find the answer.”
“Oh, I doubt that.”
“What?”
“Knowing Faith, she’s doing a heck of a lot more scoping of other scenes than the actual scene.” Dean laughed. He could see faith trying to score with Sam. It was a situation he’d want to witness. Sam thought she was hot; Hell, any straight man in the world would think she was hot. The only difference between Sam and every other straight man in the world was that he wouldn’t sleep with her. Wasn’t his style.
“With Sammy, you mean? Jesus, no. I think she scares him. Not t’ mention I’m about twenty percent sure he’s a eunuch.”
Her eyes got wide for a second. “I really hope you don’t mean that.”
“Seems enough like it…don’t matter. There’s not a chance in hell she’s gettin’ in his pants.”
“Whatever you say, Dean. Just know that I know her. And know that her passing up the chance to watch me break out of jail, looking like this? Your brother must be soaked in Faithnip or something. Of course, then again, she might think I plan on killing her. I thought about it.”
He almost turned down the road to head to the scenes that his brother was supposed to be checking, but instead thought better of it and turned toward the direction of the hotel that they were both conveniently staying at. He was still smiling, like he’d struck a pot of gold.
“So what’s the story on you two, anyway? For bein’ something so damn ancient, I haven’t heard a damn thing about you. I’ve been doing this stuff my entire life.”
“Same here. I mean, with you guys. You’ve only given me the least amount of information… but from the sounds of it you basically do all the same things we do. Except with more of a thriller attitude because you have no powers.”
“Hey, now. We’re awesome without them. And we try to keep a low enough profile so we don’t have problems with authorities or people in general. The less that know the more we can usually do.”
“Same. With the low profile thing. Less people wanting to witch hunt. Plus, Faith and I have been in California. It took us ten years to close a hellmouth. I guess you can call this traveling thing a sort of vacation for the both of us. She’s more used to it than I am. I hate that feeling you get when you wake up and you have no idea where you are. ”
“You’re serious? Gate to hell was in in CA?” He paused for a few seconds before dismissing his own question. “Never mind. It kinda makes sense now. You must be damn good at covert operatives.”
“Or blind and lucky.”
“Think you’re luckier now that you’ve found us. Now ya got help and company.”
“Where are you taking me?” She passed off all of his mild attempts at hitting on her. Either she knew the game and decided to play hard to get, or she really didn’t know. He was guessing the former. A gal like her had to have been constantly hit on. It was entirely likely that whoever did got kicked in the wall.
“The place you’re staying. Just so happens to be the same motel we’re staying at. Unless you feel like going to the scene now, after a few days in jail.”
“I don’t.”
“Alright then.”
When they’d reached the hotel, the car that Faith had driven was in the parking lot. Dean moved his eyes to their room, which had all the lights off. He then turned to Buffy, who was staring at one of the rooms in the upper level.
“Can I just use yours?”
“What?”
“Your shower. They’re in my room.”
“Sure thing, but sweetheart, I know they’re not-“
“They are.”
She was right. Of course he had to go up there to make sure his brother was fine and not to mention morbid curiosity had gotten the better of him. When he made it to the door and put his hand around the knob, the all too familiar sounds that came from the room had him backing away in awe. He almost walked in to see with his own eyes before his brain caught up with him and told him how awkward that would be. Instead he headed back to their room where Buffy was showering. She’d broken into Faith’s car and grabbed some clothes from the trunk. He tried not to imagine her in his shower, but his attempts were futile. So was hiding the smirk. It wasn’t like he’d hit the pot of gold, he did. He felt like the luckiest friggin’ person on the planet.
Onward to Chapter Five!
Backward to:
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 4:
Those thoughts remained in Dean’s mind as he was silently cursing to himself about her all the while he picked the outdated lock of the police station. He was coming through the back door. Even though it was a small town, he had no doubt that there would be a watch dog in the front office. Especially with someone in holding in a serious situation as the current one was. He’d deal with the person if they heard him and came to inspect, but he wanted to avoid that at all costs. When the door closed behind him, his thoughts were still on the slayer with Sam. There wasn’t a damn chance in hell he was going to let Sam have the impala while she was with him. Sam seemed to trust her, and the fact that she was practically undressing him in the motel room was more than he could stand. He had just hoped that Buffy wasn’t as ridiculous as her brunette counterpart was after her hands were free from behind her back.
When he’d made it to the room with nary a sound, he went to the cell to find that she wasn’t in there. Somehow she’d already broken out, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t impressed. She was cuffed and in an iron cell. Out of curiosity, he walked over to the door to inspect the lock. As he bent down, he heard a noise to the right of him. Automatic reaction had him reaching for his gun just in case, but he never even got close to having his hand around it. The next thing he knew, he was flying, his back slamming against the wall with a thud. His breath had been knocked clear out of him, and all he could do was slide against the wall to the floor staring, dazed. It was then that he saw who it was.
Buffy. Jesus, did she kick him in the chest? It sure as hell felt like it. He clutched it and swore, trying to get up, his other hand raised in surrender.
“OW. Dammit.” He started to rise, and she moved with him, coming closer.
“You.” The blonde crossed her arms, the links to the cuffs shining in the sliver of moonlight that was allowed them. Her wrists were still bound, but it looked like she’d pulled the damn links off. He kept his hand in the air as he took another breath, the wind finally coming back in his system. His back hurt like a bitch, and the way his head hit the concrete wall had an instant bump forming. He could feel it.
“Good Christ, Buffy.”
“I told you to get out of town. What are you even doing here? And for the record, I’m really sorry about… the next events.” She took an antagonistic step toward him and he held up his hand in hopes of stopping her, still trying to get up from the massive blow.
“Woah. Hold it, Hulk. I’m on your side, here. Seems we’ve got more in common than our good looks.” He coughed, and groaned at the pain that came with it.
She went to say something, but her head snapped to the door, noticing footsteps that Dean would have never heard if she didn’t. The guard had heard them. Dean tried to get up, but Buffy shushed him, and walked to the other side of the door. As the keys were faltering, she took the liberty to open the door, giving the element of surprise as the guard got about a half a syllable out before she landed her fist in his face, knocking him out instantly.
Dean tried not to look surprised..impressed… anything. He failed miserably. When she turned around, she had a sympathetic look on her face before turning back into a glare. He was just starting to feel his legs again, and started to get up with a grunt. She was ranting, and he figured he’d just let her talk so he could have a chance to straighten. This girl didn’t need his help breaking out of jail. Jesus.
“If you’re here to try to get me to back down, it’s not happening. If you’re here to tell me I’m making a big mistake.. well, you’re probably right. And I’m …wait.” She pointed where he had come from. “ You came in the back door. Why did you come in the back door?”
Her arms crossed, and he looked up at her taking a short breath. He rested his hands on his knees, and nodded.
“You couldn’t have figured that out before you decided that my chest was some kinda soccer ball? My God have you got some friggin’ force."
“You’re not an FBI agent.”
“No, and you’re not just a hot chick who took Tae Bo to heart. Met your friend Faith. Gave my brother and I some enlightening information. Which is why I’m here. To help you out. And ya tried to collapse my damn chest.”
“I-…Well, okay. I didn’t break anything, don’t worry. And you met Faith? She give you any reason why leaving me in this place was a good idea? You saw the file. They think I’m a serial killer. Not to mention that until now, I was perfectly okay with a juve record and a no name status. And who are you? Why were you questioning me? Is your name even Page? And is this what you meant by hunter?”
“Woah, woah. Can we get outta here, first? You hit the guy pretty hard, but ya can’t really underestimate these guys.”
“Fine. But I warn you. If you pull anything… And believe me when I say anything, there’s
going to be a lot more things collapsing on you. I’m seriously not in the mood.”
He laughed, and it hurt. He didn’t know why he laughed, and it was probably one of the stupidest moves he’d ever made because the warning glare that emanated off of her was actually more scary than hot. It ended his laugh promptly and he cleared his throat. He motioned to the back door, and it seemed to her that she was contemplating him going first. She was alert, and wary. Smart girl. She seemed to trust him enough, because she turned her back and headed out the door that he’d come in. He followed her and when they’d made it outside, he motioned toward his impala that was parked half a block down the road.
“So start talking,” she said as she sat down on the leather, making a much better view than his brother. She kept her eyes on the jail and he could see the faint guilt still in her eyes from after she hit the deputy. “…And if you don’t mind, driving. Because I can get out of a small cell, and probably even a larger grade one. But the higher I go, the bigger the stupid guns are.”
He was staring at her, and chuckled before getting off the main street, driving nowhere in particular. He had one hand on his chest, trying to rub the pain away.
“I’m Dean. I’m working with my brother, Sam on the same case you two are working on. We’re hunters. This kinda stuff is what we do. I’ve never heard of a slayer; I might be freakin’ on something but I think it’s got somethin’ to do with strength, ‘cause my damn ribs hurt like hell, and it looks like you ripped the damn links off those cuffs.”
He pulled over then, and put the car in park much to what looked like her alarm. She didn’t want to stop, but he was confident enough that they were free from any danger for at least another couple hours. So he continued to stare at her with a smile on his face. It seemed to calm her because she sat deeper in the leather, probably happy to be sitting on a soft surface. He tried not to allow his mind to delve any further in dream land than that.
“Yes, Dean. I have strength, and a few other qualities that go with the birthright. What, Faith didn’t feel the need to give you information and you didn’t push? You just trusted her? What if I am a serial killer on Tae Bo and crack?”
She had a point.
“Sam trusted her enough, and I trust my brother. And if you really were a killer then I’m thinkin’ you wouldn’t be in this situation to begin with because you wouldn’t have gotten yourself caught. Buffy, I may have been acting as a cop a few hours ago, but I wasn’t lying when I told you that I believed you. We both know that it wasn’t a human that’s killed these vics. I’m not sure what a slayer is, but I’m pretty confident that you’re still a human.”
It was her turn to laugh when she rested her elbow on the car so she could run her hands through her hair.
“You’re a relief.”
He pondered that and put the car in drive again.
“Sweetheart, I’m a lot of things.”
A few seconds of silence went by before she spoke up again.
“So Faith is with your brother, and you’ve got breakout duty. ”
“They’re at the scenes right now, seein’ if they can find the answer.”
“Oh, I doubt that.”
“What?”
“Knowing Faith, she’s doing a heck of a lot more scoping of other scenes than the actual scene.” Dean laughed. He could see faith trying to score with Sam. It was a situation he’d want to witness. Sam thought she was hot; Hell, any straight man in the world would think she was hot. The only difference between Sam and every other straight man in the world was that he wouldn’t sleep with her. Wasn’t his style.
“With Sammy, you mean? Jesus, no. I think she scares him. Not t’ mention I’m about twenty percent sure he’s a eunuch.”
Her eyes got wide for a second. “I really hope you don’t mean that.”
“Seems enough like it…don’t matter. There’s not a chance in hell she’s gettin’ in his pants.”
“Whatever you say, Dean. Just know that I know her. And know that her passing up the chance to watch me break out of jail, looking like this? Your brother must be soaked in Faithnip or something. Of course, then again, she might think I plan on killing her. I thought about it.”
He almost turned down the road to head to the scenes that his brother was supposed to be checking, but instead thought better of it and turned toward the direction of the hotel that they were both conveniently staying at. He was still smiling, like he’d struck a pot of gold.
“So what’s the story on you two, anyway? For bein’ something so damn ancient, I haven’t heard a damn thing about you. I’ve been doing this stuff my entire life.”
“Same here. I mean, with you guys. You’ve only given me the least amount of information… but from the sounds of it you basically do all the same things we do. Except with more of a thriller attitude because you have no powers.”
“Hey, now. We’re awesome without them. And we try to keep a low enough profile so we don’t have problems with authorities or people in general. The less that know the more we can usually do.”
“Same. With the low profile thing. Less people wanting to witch hunt. Plus, Faith and I have been in California. It took us ten years to close a hellmouth. I guess you can call this traveling thing a sort of vacation for the both of us. She’s more used to it than I am. I hate that feeling you get when you wake up and you have no idea where you are. ”
“You’re serious? Gate to hell was in in CA?” He paused for a few seconds before dismissing his own question. “Never mind. It kinda makes sense now. You must be damn good at covert operatives.”
“Or blind and lucky.”
“Think you’re luckier now that you’ve found us. Now ya got help and company.”
“Where are you taking me?” She passed off all of his mild attempts at hitting on her. Either she knew the game and decided to play hard to get, or she really didn’t know. He was guessing the former. A gal like her had to have been constantly hit on. It was entirely likely that whoever did got kicked in the wall.
“The place you’re staying. Just so happens to be the same motel we’re staying at. Unless you feel like going to the scene now, after a few days in jail.”
“I don’t.”
“Alright then.”
When they’d reached the hotel, the car that Faith had driven was in the parking lot. Dean moved his eyes to their room, which had all the lights off. He then turned to Buffy, who was staring at one of the rooms in the upper level.
“Can I just use yours?”
“What?”
“Your shower. They’re in my room.”
“Sure thing, but sweetheart, I know they’re not-“
“They are.”
She was right. Of course he had to go up there to make sure his brother was fine and not to mention morbid curiosity had gotten the better of him. When he made it to the door and put his hand around the knob, the all too familiar sounds that came from the room had him backing away in awe. He almost walked in to see with his own eyes before his brain caught up with him and told him how awkward that would be. Instead he headed back to their room where Buffy was showering. She’d broken into Faith’s car and grabbed some clothes from the trunk. He tried not to imagine her in his shower, but his attempts were futile. So was hiding the smirk. It wasn’t like he’d hit the pot of gold, he did. He felt like the luckiest friggin’ person on the planet.
Onward to Chapter Five!
Backward to:
Chapter Three.
Chapter Two.
Chapter One.