Fic: Discoveries (Sam, Dean, Spike/Dru) PG-13
Title: Discoveries
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,046
Series: We Are For The Dark
Summary: Sam and Dean are back to full strength and it's time to find the hunter.
Warnings: As you already know, this went AU in early season 3 for SPN. With this part, you'll get an idea of when since one episode definitely hasn't happened.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Supernatural. They belong to Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke.
Notes: Written for tamingthemuse. Prompt: Mount Everest.
Previous Parts
Dru hummed as she ran her hands lightly down Sam’s back. A small smile appeared on her face and she nodded, pulling back. Sam twisted his head to the side, raising an eyebrow in Dru’s general direction.
“So,” he said. “Do I pass inspection?”
“No climbing Mount Everest for you,” Dru told him, pressing a finger against his nose and then standing up.
He blinked. “Okay.”
“You’re not completely back to your full strength but give it another few days and you will be,” Spike translated. He glanced over at Dean. “Both of you will be.”
“Good.” Dean sat up. “Then we can go with you when you go after the hunter.”
Spike raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Sam cut in. “Really. We were starting to meet more of the hunters that are around and I’m betting we know this one for them to target us.”
“Or it was one that had just heard about all the demons coming out of Hell,” Dean added. Sam nodded in acknowledgement before turning back to Spike.
“The point is, we might be able to tell you who they are and that means we might also be able to point out what their weaknesses are.”
It was a good point though Spike wasn’t going to say so out loud. Not just yet, at least. Instead he gave each of them a long look. “I’ll consider it.” He turned to head out of the room, pausing in the doorway. “I’ll tell you when you’re at full strength.”
~*~*~
Spike smirked as he walked into the room a few days later to find Sam and Dean sparring. Sam hit the floor and even as Dean smirked, Sam swung his legs out, hooking a leg around Dean’s ankle and pulling.
“Son of a bitch,” Dean said as he fell to the floor.
“That’s what you get.” Spike walked further into the room. “Thought you were going to hold off on sparring.”
“We did.” Sam pushed himself up. “And then we decided that we needed to work off that last meal Dru gave us.”
“Like eating six burgers and then chugging beer,” Dean muttered.
“You’d know,” Sam told him, referring to when Dean had been sixteen and trying to impress the head cheerleader. Sam had never figured out just how that was impressive but it had actually worked. Of course, Dean had been sick that night but he’d grinned, claiming it was worth it and that Sam would understand when he was older.
The look that Dean gave Sam for that one would have caused anyone else to take a step back. Sam merely stared back at him. Dismissing the statement completely, Dean looked over at Spike. “Are we going for the hunter?”
“No.” Before either of them could say anything, he motioned towards the door. “He came to us.”
“His blood will make lovely pictures on the wall, Spike.” Dru spun in a circle as she came into the room. “I’ll sell them.”
“Can’t sell them if you draw them on the wall, Dru.” Spike took the hand that she held out to him and pulled her forward. “We’ll get you some nice drawing paper and you can paint a picture for each of us.”
Dru’s eyes lit up. “I’ll mix it with paint and make different colors.”
“There you go, pet. They’ll be beautiful, I bet.”
She glanced over her shoulder before turning back to Spike. “They’re anxious, Spike. Warriors with no battle to fight will go to find one.” She smiled. “It’s time for their present.”
Spike brushed her hair back and then looked over at Dean and Sam. “The hunter’s yours. Just don’t kill him when you find him.” He smiled slowly. “I’ve got plans for him.”
Dean smiled slowly. “So do I.”
~*~*~
The unfamiliar scent was easy to track and Dean shook his head. Experienced hunter or not, not bothering to disguise their scent was just careless.
“Too confident,” he told Sam, voice too low for a normal human to hear.
Sam nodded in agreement. “This is almost insulting. It’s almost as if they forgot we were hunters first.”
“And they had to know for the attack to have been so deliberate.” Dean frowned as he and Sam got further into the alley. He inhaled and then looked at Sam. “Scent stops here.”
Sam nodded. “They doubled back.” He sounded pleased at the fact. “Better.”
They turned, not surprised to find a crossbow aimed directly at them. For a moment, they stared at the man standing in front of them and then Dean grinned, eyes glinting.
“Hey, Gordon.”
Gordon looked at Dean and then Sam. “So, this is why you let that bloodsucker go. You were planning on becoming one.”
“I wouldn’t say I planned it.” Dean lifted one shoulder, smirking. “But I can’t complain either.”
“Maybe you should give it a shot,” Sam said. He tilted his head. “Then maybe you’d loosen up and have some fun.”
Gordon’s expression darkened. “That what you call killing innocent people? Fun?” He gripped the crossbow tighter. “You know, I just knew there was something off about you, Sam. Looks like I was right.”
“That’d be a first for you then, wouldn’t it?” Sam smiled as Gordon fired the crossbow. “Missed.” He glanced at Dean, who nodded, then waited until Gordon had reloaded before picking up the first arrow. “Let me guess, you dipped this in dead man’s blood.” He ran the tip over his palm, pressing just hard enough to draw blood. “Fun fact? We’re not that type of vampire.”
“Looks like you made a mistake, Gordon.” Dean’s grin widened. “And even better for us, it’s a mistake that’s going to cost you.” He reached out, snatching the crossbow out of Gordon’s hands. He tossed it to the side, relishing in the scent of shock laced with fear coming from Gordon.
Sam smirked and glanced at Dean before turning back to Gordon. “Just remember, Dean, we’re not supposed to kill him.” Rather than relief, the scent of fear increased.
“You take all the fun out of things, Sammy.”
Instead of responding, Sam laughed as they split up, coming at Gordon from separate sides. He reached out and punched Gordon, eyes dancing when his head snapped back.
The fight was on.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,046
Series: We Are For The Dark
Summary: Sam and Dean are back to full strength and it's time to find the hunter.
Warnings: As you already know, this went AU in early season 3 for SPN. With this part, you'll get an idea of when since one episode definitely hasn't happened.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Supernatural. They belong to Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke.
Notes: Written for tamingthemuse. Prompt: Mount Everest.
Previous Parts
Dru hummed as she ran her hands lightly down Sam’s back. A small smile appeared on her face and she nodded, pulling back. Sam twisted his head to the side, raising an eyebrow in Dru’s general direction.
“So,” he said. “Do I pass inspection?”
“No climbing Mount Everest for you,” Dru told him, pressing a finger against his nose and then standing up.
He blinked. “Okay.”
“You’re not completely back to your full strength but give it another few days and you will be,” Spike translated. He glanced over at Dean. “Both of you will be.”
“Good.” Dean sat up. “Then we can go with you when you go after the hunter.”
Spike raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Sam cut in. “Really. We were starting to meet more of the hunters that are around and I’m betting we know this one for them to target us.”
“Or it was one that had just heard about all the demons coming out of Hell,” Dean added. Sam nodded in acknowledgement before turning back to Spike.
“The point is, we might be able to tell you who they are and that means we might also be able to point out what their weaknesses are.”
It was a good point though Spike wasn’t going to say so out loud. Not just yet, at least. Instead he gave each of them a long look. “I’ll consider it.” He turned to head out of the room, pausing in the doorway. “I’ll tell you when you’re at full strength.”
~*~*~
Spike smirked as he walked into the room a few days later to find Sam and Dean sparring. Sam hit the floor and even as Dean smirked, Sam swung his legs out, hooking a leg around Dean’s ankle and pulling.
“Son of a bitch,” Dean said as he fell to the floor.
“That’s what you get.” Spike walked further into the room. “Thought you were going to hold off on sparring.”
“We did.” Sam pushed himself up. “And then we decided that we needed to work off that last meal Dru gave us.”
“Like eating six burgers and then chugging beer,” Dean muttered.
“You’d know,” Sam told him, referring to when Dean had been sixteen and trying to impress the head cheerleader. Sam had never figured out just how that was impressive but it had actually worked. Of course, Dean had been sick that night but he’d grinned, claiming it was worth it and that Sam would understand when he was older.
The look that Dean gave Sam for that one would have caused anyone else to take a step back. Sam merely stared back at him. Dismissing the statement completely, Dean looked over at Spike. “Are we going for the hunter?”
“No.” Before either of them could say anything, he motioned towards the door. “He came to us.”
“His blood will make lovely pictures on the wall, Spike.” Dru spun in a circle as she came into the room. “I’ll sell them.”
“Can’t sell them if you draw them on the wall, Dru.” Spike took the hand that she held out to him and pulled her forward. “We’ll get you some nice drawing paper and you can paint a picture for each of us.”
Dru’s eyes lit up. “I’ll mix it with paint and make different colors.”
“There you go, pet. They’ll be beautiful, I bet.”
She glanced over her shoulder before turning back to Spike. “They’re anxious, Spike. Warriors with no battle to fight will go to find one.” She smiled. “It’s time for their present.”
Spike brushed her hair back and then looked over at Dean and Sam. “The hunter’s yours. Just don’t kill him when you find him.” He smiled slowly. “I’ve got plans for him.”
Dean smiled slowly. “So do I.”
~*~*~
The unfamiliar scent was easy to track and Dean shook his head. Experienced hunter or not, not bothering to disguise their scent was just careless.
“Too confident,” he told Sam, voice too low for a normal human to hear.
Sam nodded in agreement. “This is almost insulting. It’s almost as if they forgot we were hunters first.”
“And they had to know for the attack to have been so deliberate.” Dean frowned as he and Sam got further into the alley. He inhaled and then looked at Sam. “Scent stops here.”
Sam nodded. “They doubled back.” He sounded pleased at the fact. “Better.”
They turned, not surprised to find a crossbow aimed directly at them. For a moment, they stared at the man standing in front of them and then Dean grinned, eyes glinting.
“Hey, Gordon.”
Gordon looked at Dean and then Sam. “So, this is why you let that bloodsucker go. You were planning on becoming one.”
“I wouldn’t say I planned it.” Dean lifted one shoulder, smirking. “But I can’t complain either.”
“Maybe you should give it a shot,” Sam said. He tilted his head. “Then maybe you’d loosen up and have some fun.”
Gordon’s expression darkened. “That what you call killing innocent people? Fun?” He gripped the crossbow tighter. “You know, I just knew there was something off about you, Sam. Looks like I was right.”
“That’d be a first for you then, wouldn’t it?” Sam smiled as Gordon fired the crossbow. “Missed.” He glanced at Dean, who nodded, then waited until Gordon had reloaded before picking up the first arrow. “Let me guess, you dipped this in dead man’s blood.” He ran the tip over his palm, pressing just hard enough to draw blood. “Fun fact? We’re not that type of vampire.”
“Looks like you made a mistake, Gordon.” Dean’s grin widened. “And even better for us, it’s a mistake that’s going to cost you.” He reached out, snatching the crossbow out of Gordon’s hands. He tossed it to the side, relishing in the scent of shock laced with fear coming from Gordon.
Sam smirked and glanced at Dean before turning back to Gordon. “Just remember, Dean, we’re not supposed to kill him.” Rather than relief, the scent of fear increased.
“You take all the fun out of things, Sammy.”
Instead of responding, Sam laughed as they split up, coming at Gordon from separate sides. He reached out and punched Gordon, eyes dancing when his head snapped back.
The fight was on.