Fic: The Truth About Family (PG-13) 1/1
Title: The Truth About Family
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,271
Spoilers: Buffy - through Chosen. SPN - through Heart, at least.
Warnings: AU - in this 'verse, Xander is as much John and Mary's son as Dean and Sam are. Also, there's mentions of slash.
Summary: It's time that they all learned the truth about each other.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Supernatural. They belong to Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke.
Note: Written for tamingthemuse (prompt: juggling). Also written because I've been wanting to write Xander as a Winchester forever and because I've really been wanting some Xander/Oz as well.
Xander was pretty sure that his life was crazy enough as it was. He was already juggling his job, helping with the new Council, patrolling, and a new relationship. That was plenty.
Which is why, of course, his brothers would decide to pay him a visit now.
He sighed as he stared across the table at Dean and Sam.
“I still can’t believe you never told us about what was really going on in Sunnydale,” Dean muttered. Xander’s lips twitched at that. It wasn’t the moment to laugh but he couldn’t help it. Dean may be the oldest but there were days that Xander swore his brother had the mentality of a five year old.
“You wouldn’t know now if those vamps hadn’t attacked us.”
At that, Sam tilted his head to the side in a look that Xander recognized well. He’d seen it on Willow’s face often enough to know that it meant Sam was trying to puzzle something out.
“Would you really have never told us? What if something happened?”
Xander raised an eyebrow. “Would you have ever told me what you guys really do if this hadn’t happened?”
The looks on their faces answered that one completely.
Dean sighed. “Fine, so we wouldn’t have told you what was really going on either. But, a Hellmouth? You grew up on one and then moved to another and you don’t think to even leave some sort of ‘just in case’ message? Why not?”
“Dean, do you have some sort of goodbye letter stashed in your duffle bag that’s supposed to get sent to me if something happens to you? Does Sam?”
Dean shifted. “That’s different.”
“How?”
He opened his mouth to say something, closing it after a moment before shaking his head. “It just is.”
Xander shook his head, grinning when he saw Sam rolling his eyes. Sam grinned back before turning serious again.
“Xander? Your eye...was it really because of a construction accident?” he asked. Dean stilled at the question and studied him, looking for a sign of whether or not he was lying.
“No.” Xander looked out the window of the small diner they’d gone to. “It happened during those last few months in Sunnydale. Evil and crazy priest caught me and...” Rather than finish that sentence, Xander made a shoving motion with his thumb.
Dean looked ready to explode and Sam wasn’t much better. “What...why...son of a bitch,” Dean muttered.
“He was going for the other one when Spike got there. Stopped him.” There wasn’t much more to say about that one.
“We should’ve been there,” Sam said. The look on Dean’s face said he agreed.
“You couldn’t have known.” Xander leaned back in his seat. “I mean, it’s not like I called you up and said that there was an apocalypse on the way.”
Neither of them responded to that for a moment before Dean let out a breath. “How come we didn’t know about any of it though? As far as I know, I’ve never heard of hunters even going to that area.” He shook his head, angry at the fact that he’d always assumed the reason for that was because there’d been no need for them. He’d always thought his brother was safe in Sunnydale and it turned out he’d been at ground zero when it came to demons and all things supernatural.
He remembered what it had been like when they were kids, how sick Xander had gotten. Sick enough that their dad hadn’t been able to afford all the hospital trips, even with all the cons he’d run. In the end, it had turned out that Xander needed to stay in the hospital for awhile and they’d gone to John’s sister, Jessica, and her husband, Tony. They’d stayed there for weeks and when it turned out that Xander was going to have to continue to stay, John had asked Jessica if she’d take care of Xander. He’d known he wouldn’t be able to give up the hunt for the demon that had killed Mary but he also knew that to keep moving Xander from place to place would kill him.
Xander had been four years old when they’d left him there with Jessica swearing to John that she’d take care of him.
“Most hunters seemed to avoid Sunnydale for some reason. I only remember one showing up that we knew of, actually.” Xander’s eye darkened. “Werewolf hunter. Didn’t matter to him that they were a person for all but three nights a month. He didn’t think they deserved a chance.”
Sam shifted, memories of Madison asking him to save her coming to him. “And you?” he asked, a part of him already knowing the answer. Still, he wanted to hear it, wanted to hear that he and Dean weren’t the only ones who would have tried to save Madison.
Xander nodded. “I know they deserve a chance.” He paused. “I’m dating one.”
“What?” Dean asked. “What the hell are you doing that for?”
“Because I like them.”
Dean let out another breath. “That’s not what I meant. What if you get bitten, Xander? And hell, what do they do when it’s a full moon?”
Xander relaxed a bit. “Well, he used to lock himself up every month. Now he doesn’t need to. He has full control of the wolf now.”
“Full control of the wolf?” Sam asked. “How is that-did you just say he?”
“Noticed that, huh?” Xander smirked at the look on each of their faces. “Yeah, he. It turns out, I’m an equal opportunity kind of guy.” He shrugged. “Anyway, to answer your questions, yes, he’s got full control of the wolf. And the reason it’s possible is because of some monks.”
Dean looked like he was still trying to wrap his mind around the ‘he’ portion of the conversation. “And the biting?”
“Oz wouldn’t bite me. It’s been one of his rules ever since high school. No biting the person he’s dating or anyone else.”
“Oz? The quiet guitar player who used to date Willow? He’s a werewolf? And you’re dating him?”
Xander nodded. “Yeah, that about sums it up.”
Dean dropped back in the seat. “We should have gone to a bar. I need a drink.”
Turning to Sam, Xander nodded in Dean’s direction. “Is he going to be okay?”
Sam smiled a bit and nodded. “Give him a bit.” He didn’t mention anything about Madison though he desperately wanted to. It didn’t matter that they hadn’t known that there was a way to learn control for the wolf or that Madison had asked him to kill her. Instead he pushed all thoughts of her aside, knowing that the guilt would overcome him if he let it.
“And you?”
Sam’s smile widened to counteract the faint hint of worry in Xander’s voice. “Yeah, I’m good.”
Xander let out a breath. “Okay.”
“Xander,” Dean said. “You realize we have to meet him now.”
“You’ve already met him.”
“Sure, as your friend. Now we have to meet him as your boyfriend.” He smirked a bit. “It’s time to give him the talk.”
Somehow, Xander had a very bad feeling about this. “The talk.”
“Yeah. The ‘hurt our brother and no power on this Earth will stop us from killing you’ talk.” Now Dean’s smirk turned into a grin. “You know, that talk.”
Great. Willow had already given Oz a much more graphic version of what everyone had begun calling her “shovel talk” when she’d found out about them. And now his brothers were going to threaten to hunt him down.
Sam shook his head. Dean grinned. Xander groaned.
Fan-freaking-tastic.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,271
Spoilers: Buffy - through Chosen. SPN - through Heart, at least.
Warnings: AU - in this 'verse, Xander is as much John and Mary's son as Dean and Sam are. Also, there's mentions of slash.
Summary: It's time that they all learned the truth about each other.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Supernatural. They belong to Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke.
Note: Written for tamingthemuse (prompt: juggling). Also written because I've been wanting to write Xander as a Winchester forever and because I've really been wanting some Xander/Oz as well.
Xander was pretty sure that his life was crazy enough as it was. He was already juggling his job, helping with the new Council, patrolling, and a new relationship. That was plenty.
Which is why, of course, his brothers would decide to pay him a visit now.
He sighed as he stared across the table at Dean and Sam.
“I still can’t believe you never told us about what was really going on in Sunnydale,” Dean muttered. Xander’s lips twitched at that. It wasn’t the moment to laugh but he couldn’t help it. Dean may be the oldest but there were days that Xander swore his brother had the mentality of a five year old.
“You wouldn’t know now if those vamps hadn’t attacked us.”
At that, Sam tilted his head to the side in a look that Xander recognized well. He’d seen it on Willow’s face often enough to know that it meant Sam was trying to puzzle something out.
“Would you really have never told us? What if something happened?”
Xander raised an eyebrow. “Would you have ever told me what you guys really do if this hadn’t happened?”
The looks on their faces answered that one completely.
Dean sighed. “Fine, so we wouldn’t have told you what was really going on either. But, a Hellmouth? You grew up on one and then moved to another and you don’t think to even leave some sort of ‘just in case’ message? Why not?”
“Dean, do you have some sort of goodbye letter stashed in your duffle bag that’s supposed to get sent to me if something happens to you? Does Sam?”
Dean shifted. “That’s different.”
“How?”
He opened his mouth to say something, closing it after a moment before shaking his head. “It just is.”
Xander shook his head, grinning when he saw Sam rolling his eyes. Sam grinned back before turning serious again.
“Xander? Your eye...was it really because of a construction accident?” he asked. Dean stilled at the question and studied him, looking for a sign of whether or not he was lying.
“No.” Xander looked out the window of the small diner they’d gone to. “It happened during those last few months in Sunnydale. Evil and crazy priest caught me and...” Rather than finish that sentence, Xander made a shoving motion with his thumb.
Dean looked ready to explode and Sam wasn’t much better. “What...why...son of a bitch,” Dean muttered.
“He was going for the other one when Spike got there. Stopped him.” There wasn’t much more to say about that one.
“We should’ve been there,” Sam said. The look on Dean’s face said he agreed.
“You couldn’t have known.” Xander leaned back in his seat. “I mean, it’s not like I called you up and said that there was an apocalypse on the way.”
Neither of them responded to that for a moment before Dean let out a breath. “How come we didn’t know about any of it though? As far as I know, I’ve never heard of hunters even going to that area.” He shook his head, angry at the fact that he’d always assumed the reason for that was because there’d been no need for them. He’d always thought his brother was safe in Sunnydale and it turned out he’d been at ground zero when it came to demons and all things supernatural.
He remembered what it had been like when they were kids, how sick Xander had gotten. Sick enough that their dad hadn’t been able to afford all the hospital trips, even with all the cons he’d run. In the end, it had turned out that Xander needed to stay in the hospital for awhile and they’d gone to John’s sister, Jessica, and her husband, Tony. They’d stayed there for weeks and when it turned out that Xander was going to have to continue to stay, John had asked Jessica if she’d take care of Xander. He’d known he wouldn’t be able to give up the hunt for the demon that had killed Mary but he also knew that to keep moving Xander from place to place would kill him.
Xander had been four years old when they’d left him there with Jessica swearing to John that she’d take care of him.
“Most hunters seemed to avoid Sunnydale for some reason. I only remember one showing up that we knew of, actually.” Xander’s eye darkened. “Werewolf hunter. Didn’t matter to him that they were a person for all but three nights a month. He didn’t think they deserved a chance.”
Sam shifted, memories of Madison asking him to save her coming to him. “And you?” he asked, a part of him already knowing the answer. Still, he wanted to hear it, wanted to hear that he and Dean weren’t the only ones who would have tried to save Madison.
Xander nodded. “I know they deserve a chance.” He paused. “I’m dating one.”
“What?” Dean asked. “What the hell are you doing that for?”
“Because I like them.”
Dean let out another breath. “That’s not what I meant. What if you get bitten, Xander? And hell, what do they do when it’s a full moon?”
Xander relaxed a bit. “Well, he used to lock himself up every month. Now he doesn’t need to. He has full control of the wolf now.”
“Full control of the wolf?” Sam asked. “How is that-did you just say he?”
“Noticed that, huh?” Xander smirked at the look on each of their faces. “Yeah, he. It turns out, I’m an equal opportunity kind of guy.” He shrugged. “Anyway, to answer your questions, yes, he’s got full control of the wolf. And the reason it’s possible is because of some monks.”
Dean looked like he was still trying to wrap his mind around the ‘he’ portion of the conversation. “And the biting?”
“Oz wouldn’t bite me. It’s been one of his rules ever since high school. No biting the person he’s dating or anyone else.”
“Oz? The quiet guitar player who used to date Willow? He’s a werewolf? And you’re dating him?”
Xander nodded. “Yeah, that about sums it up.”
Dean dropped back in the seat. “We should have gone to a bar. I need a drink.”
Turning to Sam, Xander nodded in Dean’s direction. “Is he going to be okay?”
Sam smiled a bit and nodded. “Give him a bit.” He didn’t mention anything about Madison though he desperately wanted to. It didn’t matter that they hadn’t known that there was a way to learn control for the wolf or that Madison had asked him to kill her. Instead he pushed all thoughts of her aside, knowing that the guilt would overcome him if he let it.
“And you?”
Sam’s smile widened to counteract the faint hint of worry in Xander’s voice. “Yeah, I’m good.”
Xander let out a breath. “Okay.”
“Xander,” Dean said. “You realize we have to meet him now.”
“You’ve already met him.”
“Sure, as your friend. Now we have to meet him as your boyfriend.” He smirked a bit. “It’s time to give him the talk.”
Somehow, Xander had a very bad feeling about this. “The talk.”
“Yeah. The ‘hurt our brother and no power on this Earth will stop us from killing you’ talk.” Now Dean’s smirk turned into a grin. “You know, that talk.”
Great. Willow had already given Oz a much more graphic version of what everyone had begun calling her “shovel talk” when she’d found out about them. And now his brothers were going to threaten to hunt him down.
Sam shook his head. Dean grinned. Xander groaned.
Fan-freaking-tastic.