Fic: On the Road Again
Title: On the Road Again
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners and I make no profit off of playing with them. Song “Turn the Page” by Metallica.
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Buffy, Sam, Impala (Buffy/Dean)
Spoilers: BtVS post Chosen, SPN season 3 “No Rest for the Wicked” season 4 “Lazarus Rising”
Prompt: #115 - Cavort at tamingthemuse
Summary: The Impala is on the road again and it’s not Sam behind the wheel.
Author’s Notes: I have been tossing this idea back and forth every since the new season and finally decided to put it to paper. This is one of those fics I love, because it gave me shivers as I was writing it, and I hope you guys love it as well.
Beta’d by the awesome dana_chosenart whose suggestions and praise made my day and whose Buffy/Dean fanart continues to blow me away.
~*~
Her hand rested on the cool metal, lovingly caressing the smooth body. Her slender fingers wrapped around the handle, and she pressed in the button and pulled. The door slid open smoothly, well-cared for and obedient.
She sunk into the seat, the leather contorting around her body like a lover’s embrace, and the scent hit her.
Of gas.
Leather.
Him.
Her fingers traced the ridges of the wheel and she took a deep breath, closing her eyes tightly as she let the key slide into the ignition. She paused, letting herself take in the moment and then she exhaled as she turned the key, the beautiful engine roaring to life underneath her.
The passenger door opened and Sam fit into his spot with the ease of belonging there. He closed the door and his hand gripped the top of the frame. He glanced over at her and their eyes locked. He breathed in and she breathed out and a small smile played on his lips.
He nodded.
She put the car into gear and let her foot rest on the gas, pushing down slightly, exhilarant in the power that surrounded her as they moved forward.
It was amazing.
She pressed down harder, tires eating up the empty dirt road as the beauty rumbled and purred. Through the window, the wind blew her hair around her face making her golden strands wild.
Sam reached forward and softly pressed the cassette tape into the player and pressed play, turning the volume all the way up. The music began twisting around them and beating through them, another rhythm to connect them to their memories.
Out there in the spotlight,
you're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy,
you try and give away
As the sweat pours out your body,
like the music that you play
Buffy’s eyes were wide open and she was flying across the road, the sun was beating down hard and the wind hurt. Everything hurt and burned and it was too much, but she could feel it.
She let her hand slip down the middle and she felt Sam’s fingers intertwine with hers. Buffy looked over at him, leaning her head back on the seat. The car still soared as his thumb stroked a soothing pattern onto her skin.
She had been staring into his eyes for weeks, seeing her pain reflected in his and magnified. Because she hurt, and she burned, but the fire was eating him alive everyday and he had finally given up, let go, and he was crashing.
They both were crashing, just not now. Not with the leather surrounding them and his hand warm in hers. Not with his baby coming back alive as she took to the road unchecked and uncontrolled. They weren’t crashing because it would be the last thing he would have wanted.
They were flying, flying in the cage of another of his loves. Tethered together by pain and helplessness, and she felt free.
For the first time since Buffy had learned of Dean Winchester’s death, she felt free of the pain and remembered the way he had loved her. The way he had loved them. Her eyes flew back to the road and she twisted the wheel hard, her hand gripping Sam’s tight as the tires spun.
The Impala screeched across the road and settled in the middle, steady and still purring.
She closed her eyes and felt her body shake as the screams tore through her body, and hot tears seeped out of the corners of her eyes. She felt Sam pull her into his lap and cradle her close, so warm and alive, and she could feel his damp tears on her neck.
Buffy clenched her hands into fists and burrowed her head in his chest, trying to catch her breath. Her voice was rough and dry. They hadn’t talked for days and all either had done was cry, and yell, and fight, knowing nothing was going to change.
“I finally got to cavort around in his car.”
There was a smile in Sam’s voice, painful and broken, but real and alive “He’d be pissed.”
Yeah, and here I am,
on the road again,
there I am, up on that stage
Here I go, playin' star again,
there I go, turn the page
And there I go, turn that page
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners and I make no profit off of playing with them. Song “Turn the Page” by Metallica.
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Buffy, Sam, Impala (Buffy/Dean)
Spoilers: BtVS post Chosen, SPN season 3 “No Rest for the Wicked” season 4 “Lazarus Rising”
Prompt: #115 - Cavort at tamingthemuse
Summary: The Impala is on the road again and it’s not Sam behind the wheel.
Author’s Notes: I have been tossing this idea back and forth every since the new season and finally decided to put it to paper. This is one of those fics I love, because it gave me shivers as I was writing it, and I hope you guys love it as well.
Beta’d by the awesome dana_chosenart whose suggestions and praise made my day and whose Buffy/Dean fanart continues to blow me away.
~*~
Her hand rested on the cool metal, lovingly caressing the smooth body. Her slender fingers wrapped around the handle, and she pressed in the button and pulled. The door slid open smoothly, well-cared for and obedient.
She sunk into the seat, the leather contorting around her body like a lover’s embrace, and the scent hit her.
Of gas.
Leather.
Him.
Her fingers traced the ridges of the wheel and she took a deep breath, closing her eyes tightly as she let the key slide into the ignition. She paused, letting herself take in the moment and then she exhaled as she turned the key, the beautiful engine roaring to life underneath her.
The passenger door opened and Sam fit into his spot with the ease of belonging there. He closed the door and his hand gripped the top of the frame. He glanced over at her and their eyes locked. He breathed in and she breathed out and a small smile played on his lips.
He nodded.
She put the car into gear and let her foot rest on the gas, pushing down slightly, exhilarant in the power that surrounded her as they moved forward.
It was amazing.
She pressed down harder, tires eating up the empty dirt road as the beauty rumbled and purred. Through the window, the wind blew her hair around her face making her golden strands wild.
Sam reached forward and softly pressed the cassette tape into the player and pressed play, turning the volume all the way up. The music began twisting around them and beating through them, another rhythm to connect them to their memories.
Out there in the spotlight,
you're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy,
you try and give away
As the sweat pours out your body,
like the music that you play
Buffy’s eyes were wide open and she was flying across the road, the sun was beating down hard and the wind hurt. Everything hurt and burned and it was too much, but she could feel it.
She let her hand slip down the middle and she felt Sam’s fingers intertwine with hers. Buffy looked over at him, leaning her head back on the seat. The car still soared as his thumb stroked a soothing pattern onto her skin.
She had been staring into his eyes for weeks, seeing her pain reflected in his and magnified. Because she hurt, and she burned, but the fire was eating him alive everyday and he had finally given up, let go, and he was crashing.
They both were crashing, just not now. Not with the leather surrounding them and his hand warm in hers. Not with his baby coming back alive as she took to the road unchecked and uncontrolled. They weren’t crashing because it would be the last thing he would have wanted.
They were flying, flying in the cage of another of his loves. Tethered together by pain and helplessness, and she felt free.
For the first time since Buffy had learned of Dean Winchester’s death, she felt free of the pain and remembered the way he had loved her. The way he had loved them. Her eyes flew back to the road and she twisted the wheel hard, her hand gripping Sam’s tight as the tires spun.
The Impala screeched across the road and settled in the middle, steady and still purring.
She closed her eyes and felt her body shake as the screams tore through her body, and hot tears seeped out of the corners of her eyes. She felt Sam pull her into his lap and cradle her close, so warm and alive, and she could feel his damp tears on her neck.
Buffy clenched her hands into fists and burrowed her head in his chest, trying to catch her breath. Her voice was rough and dry. They hadn’t talked for days and all either had done was cry, and yell, and fight, knowing nothing was going to change.
“I finally got to cavort around in his car.”
There was a smile in Sam’s voice, painful and broken, but real and alive “He’d be pissed.”
Yeah, and here I am,
on the road again,
there I am, up on that stage
Here I go, playin' star again,
there I go, turn the page
And there I go, turn that page