Fic: Find You, Art is the Weapon
Title: Find You
Author: dhark_charlotte
Prompt: You’re In My Veins And I Cannot Get You Out by dhfreak
Rated: R (language. Sexual situations.)
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to their creators/owners. I own very little in life and absolutely nothing regarding fandom. :D
Word Count: 2,186
Note: I just love dhfreak’s art! So glad I could come up with something (I hope) worth reading. Set in S7, After Sam gets his soul back (that’s as complicated as I wanted to get) I haven’t read the comic series of Buffy so anytime after the TV series end. Thanks to embroiderama & musesinspire for the beta help!
**
She emerged from the dream as always; out of breath, flushed and aroused with only a vague memory of hazel eyes and a rumbling growl of a big engine. There was no sense of impending Apocalyptic Doom, even after a year of nightly recurrences so, not a Slayer dream. As a result, she’d been told it was nothing to worry about. Other than the frustration of an unfulfilled sex dream, Buffy had been basically coasting through life. The Slaying gig had changed a bit in the last couple of years. The corporeal demons had begun tapering off and the occurrence of possessions and creature incursions were increasing. It was like vacation, what with all of the traveling across the country to hunt down the local Boogeties. There was no more squatting on a Hellmouth. There had also been a possible Apocalypse (of the Biblical type) that they missed but the Council couldn’t verify because none of their contacts would talk about it.
Buffy slid out of bed and padded to the door. A tentative tap sounded as she turned the knob and she opened the door to reveal Dawn fidgeting and wringing her hands. It looked like her sister was finally willing to let her in on whatever she and Willow had been so secretive about. The pleasant hum of her dream dissipated and Buffy had the feeling she was going to be wishing it was Tuesday.
**
The Council credit card in her back pocket with an impossibly high limit was singing and tonight was for forgetting about the latest upheaval. At least this time she wasn’t at the center of it. Buffy knocked back another shot and thumped the glass on the bar for a refill. She’d be a grownup tomorrow, after her hangover faded. Five shots later and everything but her sense of smell was softly muted. The creak of a leather jacket to her right caught her attention and she inhaled the scent of whiskey and a spicy undertone of a hard working man. It was a nice change from slime and sewer with a sulfur undertone. Nice hands located at the end of leather sleeves set another shot in front of her and she tilted her face up, way up, to say thank you. His grin was just on the wicked side and she smiled as heat blossomed in her chest in response to the glint of avid interest in his eyes. It had been ages since someone with a pulse had shown genuine interest in her. His brow crooked invitingly and she mentally shrugged as she channeled Faith, tossed back the shot and gave his ass a squeeze. His grin widened and heat flared in his eyes. He reached for his wallet but Buffy shook her head and snapped her card down to pay for their drinks. She was determined to have no regrets in the morning. Buffy had been fighting her sexual urges for way too long and if her sister could hook up with some random stranger and get testy when Buffy called her on it, then Buffy was free to indulge without worrying about providing a bad example. At least she would make sure to use a condom.
She hopped off her stool and swayed a little, enjoying her fuzzy world and the weight of Mr. Yummy’s arm across her shoulders. Since her intention behind visiting the bar was to get totally smash faced, Buffy had walked the short distance. As they walked through the lot, Buffy soaked in his body heat and mouth watering scent. Yummy stopped next to a large black car and she dangled her keys between them.
He took them with a grin, “We’re staying at the same motel.”
She giggled, “Like there’s any choice. At least the wallpaper doesn’t make my eyes bleed.” Buffy leaned on the passenger door and pulled Yummy close, breathing in his scent again as he took her not subtle hint and bent toward her upturned face. “So, what’s your name? I can’t keep calling you Yummy in my head.”
He chuckled and placed a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth. “You’re lookin’ pretty yummy yourself. I’m Dean.” Buffy hummed and pulled on his neck, rubbing her face against his. The stubble was a pleasant scratch against her cheek. She heard his voice rumble and pulled back to hear his question.
“You gonna tell me your name or should I just call you Princess?”
Buffy laughed, “I’m not a princess, ‘m a Queen, but you can call me Buffy.” She pressed her finger to his mouth, “Don’t laugh, you’ll kill the mood.” He caught the end of her finger in his teeth and her knees went all wobbly. Buffy had no idea how he maneuvered her into his car, but they were at the motel between blinks and through her door almost instantly.
**
The dream was clear this time, no soft edges that filled her mind as she surfaced into wakefulness. His laugh echoed in the morning sun and the freckles across the bridge of his nose made her want to pull him close and hold him forever. Those brilliant hazel eyes superimposed themselves over the face of the man currently singing off-key in her shower. Buffy rolled over as the sound of the shower stopped, trying to wrap her head around the implications. Was Dean the man she’d been dreaming about? If so, then why? A knock on the door brought her out of her thoughts and Dean came out of the bathroom clearly heading for the door in nothing but a towel.
He flashed a bright grin and the sense of déjà vu made her head swim.
“Mornin’, Sunshine! I texted my brother what room we were in so he wouldn’t worry. He’s kind of a girl about things. Hope he brought coffee.” Before Buffy could protest, Dean pulled the door open and a paper bag smelling of Columbia’s finest preceded a very large, uber tall guy.
The huge moose of a guy that dear sister had a one night stand with after helping him clear out a nest of weird human/spider hybrid creatures.
Without thinking, Buffy launched herself across the room and punched the asshole on the nose, reigning in her strength to avoid murdering him. Despite her initial outrage, he didn’t deserve to die just because he and Dawn were stupid. Clutching the sheet and silently relieved she managed to keep hold of it, Buffy froze at the click of a round being chambered. Hazel eyes that seconds ago had been bright and laughing were now angry and more than a little wary. She must have used her enhanced speed. Shit.
“You okay Sammy?”
Sam groaned and then responded, “Uh huh.”
Dean took his eyes off Buffy for a second to see for himself and then turned his glare back on her. “What the hell is going on and what the fuck are you?”
From his position on the floor Sam slapped Dean on the leg before holding his hand up for assistance. “Dean! It’s okay... kind of.”
Dean sent him a glare. “You know her?”
He sent Dean an embarrassed shrug as he got to his feet. “I met Buffy and her sister on a hunt Samuel sent me on.”
“And? Oh god! Please tell me that soul-less you and Buffy didn’t have bathroom sex in a bar somewhere.”
“As if!” “No! Actually, it was her sister…” Buffy and Sam talked over each other and Sam ended with a fiery blush and Buffy growled and stomped her foot. “You had sex with my little sister in that disgusting bathroom? I’m surprised she didn’t need an IV series of antibiotics instead of...” She turned to Dean with a glare to cover up what she almost let slip. “What the hell do you mean, ‘What are you?’? I’m human you jerk.”
“No human I’ve seen can move that fast.”
“She’s the Slayer, Dean.”
He dropped his arm and hitched up the towel that threatened to fall. “The Slayer is actually real?” he glared at Buffy, “Where the hell have you been for the last five years? Us regular humans could have used your help.”
Of course I’m real!” She looked at Sam for support, not that she actually needed anything from him, but she was getting the feeling that his brother Dean could give Dawn a run for her money in the stubborn category. “Got the whole Slayer package when I was still in High School; prophetic dreams, uber strength, speed, healing. And I have been taking out supernatural threats ever since. Hell, we closed the Hellmouth and I’ve been all over the place for more years than I care to mention, dealing with more creatures than we ever saw in Sunnydale.” She paused for a breath and remembered why she was so angry with Sam. She looked down at the sheet she had wrapped around her and then her stomach growled. “I’m going to take a quick shower and get dressed before you”, she pointed at Dean, “Take me to breakfast.” She pinned the smirking Sam with a steely glare. “It just figures that when I decide to have random sex, it’s with your brother.”
**
Buffy couldn’t help herself, watching Dean tear into his breakfast was like watching a train wreck. She knew she should be disgusted, should stop staring, but she couldn’t. She had time in her shower to actually come to grips with the fact that the man she had been dreaming about; having sex dreams about for more than a year, was Sam’s brother. She looked over at Sam and caught him watching her warily again. She sent him an evil smirk. “So, what’s with all the ‘no soul’ having?”
Dean choked and Sam kind of hissed/whined/groaned. “Too personal?” He nodded. “Sucks to be you then because I think after leaving my sister like you did, I deserve an answer. She was pretty worried about you for about a week and then I had to deal with a side of my sister that I haven’t seen in five years so spill.” His story was pretty horrible. Actually, Buffy had to admit that what both brothers had gone through for the last several years would have sent most people over the edge. But that didn’t excuse what had happened. “Sam, I just realized I forgot to charge my phone last night, could I borrow yours? Gotta check in, you know?”
She could tell he was thinking fast, trying to figure out what she was up to, but she sent him the wide eyed innocent look that nearly always worked. He handed it over and Buffy punched in Dawn’s number quickly. It was answered on the third ring, Dawn’s hello clearly asking who the hell was calling her this early from an unknown number. “Hey, it’s me.” --- “Yes, I did have to call this early, so not my fault you’re not a morning person anymore.” --- “Oh, you know, got smashed, punched a guy in the face…” --- “Nah, the punching happened this morning.” --- “Why, yes, it was. You wanna say hi?” She handed Sam’s phone back, “It’s for you.”
He swallowed audibly and took the phone. Buffy was impressed that his hello sounded steady. He got up and went outside and with her duty finished, she finished off her breakfast and sipped on her freshly topped off coffee.
“That was pretty cold.” Buffy snapped back to attention, realizing she’d forgotten about Dean. She didn’t really forget, just willfully put him out of her mind since she had yet to figure out how to deal with the whole Dream Guy scenario.
She shrugged. “Yeah well, so was leaving my sister in a strange motel room that he didn’t settle the bill on. Oh and neither of them thought about using a condom during their night of fun so I ended up taking her to the closest clinic to be tested. Also, whoever thought it was a good idea to use the names of dead rock stars as a cover is a doofus.”
Dean looked a bit indignant for a moment but then shook it off and shook his head. “Soul-less Sammy was definitely a Douchebag, Capital D douchebag.” The door to the café crashed open and they both watched a pale Sam rush in.
“We gotta go to Cleveland right now, Dean.”
“What the hell for?”
“Because Buffy’s sister is pregnant and I have to go and explain about why I acted like such a douchebag.” He glared at Buffy. “Thanks for the warning by the way.”
“Hey, I only found out about it two days ago. And if I had run into you before last night a punch in the nose would have been the least of your issues.”
He touched his nose and then grinned. “Oh! Before I forget, Dawn also said Willow said that since you had sex with him last night, could you bring your ‘Dream Guy’ along so they can figure out why he’s been in your dreams for the past year?”
Author: dhark_charlotte
Prompt: You’re In My Veins And I Cannot Get You Out by dhfreak
Rated: R (language. Sexual situations.)
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to their creators/owners. I own very little in life and absolutely nothing regarding fandom. :D
Word Count: 2,186
Note: I just love dhfreak’s art! So glad I could come up with something (I hope) worth reading. Set in S7, After Sam gets his soul back (that’s as complicated as I wanted to get) I haven’t read the comic series of Buffy so anytime after the TV series end. Thanks to embroiderama & musesinspire for the beta help!
**
She emerged from the dream as always; out of breath, flushed and aroused with only a vague memory of hazel eyes and a rumbling growl of a big engine. There was no sense of impending Apocalyptic Doom, even after a year of nightly recurrences so, not a Slayer dream. As a result, she’d been told it was nothing to worry about. Other than the frustration of an unfulfilled sex dream, Buffy had been basically coasting through life. The Slaying gig had changed a bit in the last couple of years. The corporeal demons had begun tapering off and the occurrence of possessions and creature incursions were increasing. It was like vacation, what with all of the traveling across the country to hunt down the local Boogeties. There was no more squatting on a Hellmouth. There had also been a possible Apocalypse (of the Biblical type) that they missed but the Council couldn’t verify because none of their contacts would talk about it.
Buffy slid out of bed and padded to the door. A tentative tap sounded as she turned the knob and she opened the door to reveal Dawn fidgeting and wringing her hands. It looked like her sister was finally willing to let her in on whatever she and Willow had been so secretive about. The pleasant hum of her dream dissipated and Buffy had the feeling she was going to be wishing it was Tuesday.
**
The Council credit card in her back pocket with an impossibly high limit was singing and tonight was for forgetting about the latest upheaval. At least this time she wasn’t at the center of it. Buffy knocked back another shot and thumped the glass on the bar for a refill. She’d be a grownup tomorrow, after her hangover faded. Five shots later and everything but her sense of smell was softly muted. The creak of a leather jacket to her right caught her attention and she inhaled the scent of whiskey and a spicy undertone of a hard working man. It was a nice change from slime and sewer with a sulfur undertone. Nice hands located at the end of leather sleeves set another shot in front of her and she tilted her face up, way up, to say thank you. His grin was just on the wicked side and she smiled as heat blossomed in her chest in response to the glint of avid interest in his eyes. It had been ages since someone with a pulse had shown genuine interest in her. His brow crooked invitingly and she mentally shrugged as she channeled Faith, tossed back the shot and gave his ass a squeeze. His grin widened and heat flared in his eyes. He reached for his wallet but Buffy shook her head and snapped her card down to pay for their drinks. She was determined to have no regrets in the morning. Buffy had been fighting her sexual urges for way too long and if her sister could hook up with some random stranger and get testy when Buffy called her on it, then Buffy was free to indulge without worrying about providing a bad example. At least she would make sure to use a condom.
She hopped off her stool and swayed a little, enjoying her fuzzy world and the weight of Mr. Yummy’s arm across her shoulders. Since her intention behind visiting the bar was to get totally smash faced, Buffy had walked the short distance. As they walked through the lot, Buffy soaked in his body heat and mouth watering scent. Yummy stopped next to a large black car and she dangled her keys between them.
He took them with a grin, “We’re staying at the same motel.”
She giggled, “Like there’s any choice. At least the wallpaper doesn’t make my eyes bleed.” Buffy leaned on the passenger door and pulled Yummy close, breathing in his scent again as he took her not subtle hint and bent toward her upturned face. “So, what’s your name? I can’t keep calling you Yummy in my head.”
He chuckled and placed a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth. “You’re lookin’ pretty yummy yourself. I’m Dean.” Buffy hummed and pulled on his neck, rubbing her face against his. The stubble was a pleasant scratch against her cheek. She heard his voice rumble and pulled back to hear his question.
“You gonna tell me your name or should I just call you Princess?”
Buffy laughed, “I’m not a princess, ‘m a Queen, but you can call me Buffy.” She pressed her finger to his mouth, “Don’t laugh, you’ll kill the mood.” He caught the end of her finger in his teeth and her knees went all wobbly. Buffy had no idea how he maneuvered her into his car, but they were at the motel between blinks and through her door almost instantly.
**
The dream was clear this time, no soft edges that filled her mind as she surfaced into wakefulness. His laugh echoed in the morning sun and the freckles across the bridge of his nose made her want to pull him close and hold him forever. Those brilliant hazel eyes superimposed themselves over the face of the man currently singing off-key in her shower. Buffy rolled over as the sound of the shower stopped, trying to wrap her head around the implications. Was Dean the man she’d been dreaming about? If so, then why? A knock on the door brought her out of her thoughts and Dean came out of the bathroom clearly heading for the door in nothing but a towel.
He flashed a bright grin and the sense of déjà vu made her head swim.
“Mornin’, Sunshine! I texted my brother what room we were in so he wouldn’t worry. He’s kind of a girl about things. Hope he brought coffee.” Before Buffy could protest, Dean pulled the door open and a paper bag smelling of Columbia’s finest preceded a very large, uber tall guy.
The huge moose of a guy that dear sister had a one night stand with after helping him clear out a nest of weird human/spider hybrid creatures.
Without thinking, Buffy launched herself across the room and punched the asshole on the nose, reigning in her strength to avoid murdering him. Despite her initial outrage, he didn’t deserve to die just because he and Dawn were stupid. Clutching the sheet and silently relieved she managed to keep hold of it, Buffy froze at the click of a round being chambered. Hazel eyes that seconds ago had been bright and laughing were now angry and more than a little wary. She must have used her enhanced speed. Shit.
“You okay Sammy?”
Sam groaned and then responded, “Uh huh.”
Dean took his eyes off Buffy for a second to see for himself and then turned his glare back on her. “What the hell is going on and what the fuck are you?”
From his position on the floor Sam slapped Dean on the leg before holding his hand up for assistance. “Dean! It’s okay... kind of.”
Dean sent him a glare. “You know her?”
He sent Dean an embarrassed shrug as he got to his feet. “I met Buffy and her sister on a hunt Samuel sent me on.”
“And? Oh god! Please tell me that soul-less you and Buffy didn’t have bathroom sex in a bar somewhere.”
“As if!” “No! Actually, it was her sister…” Buffy and Sam talked over each other and Sam ended with a fiery blush and Buffy growled and stomped her foot. “You had sex with my little sister in that disgusting bathroom? I’m surprised she didn’t need an IV series of antibiotics instead of...” She turned to Dean with a glare to cover up what she almost let slip. “What the hell do you mean, ‘What are you?’? I’m human you jerk.”
“No human I’ve seen can move that fast.”
“She’s the Slayer, Dean.”
He dropped his arm and hitched up the towel that threatened to fall. “The Slayer is actually real?” he glared at Buffy, “Where the hell have you been for the last five years? Us regular humans could have used your help.”
Of course I’m real!” She looked at Sam for support, not that she actually needed anything from him, but she was getting the feeling that his brother Dean could give Dawn a run for her money in the stubborn category. “Got the whole Slayer package when I was still in High School; prophetic dreams, uber strength, speed, healing. And I have been taking out supernatural threats ever since. Hell, we closed the Hellmouth and I’ve been all over the place for more years than I care to mention, dealing with more creatures than we ever saw in Sunnydale.” She paused for a breath and remembered why she was so angry with Sam. She looked down at the sheet she had wrapped around her and then her stomach growled. “I’m going to take a quick shower and get dressed before you”, she pointed at Dean, “Take me to breakfast.” She pinned the smirking Sam with a steely glare. “It just figures that when I decide to have random sex, it’s with your brother.”
**
Buffy couldn’t help herself, watching Dean tear into his breakfast was like watching a train wreck. She knew she should be disgusted, should stop staring, but she couldn’t. She had time in her shower to actually come to grips with the fact that the man she had been dreaming about; having sex dreams about for more than a year, was Sam’s brother. She looked over at Sam and caught him watching her warily again. She sent him an evil smirk. “So, what’s with all the ‘no soul’ having?”
Dean choked and Sam kind of hissed/whined/groaned. “Too personal?” He nodded. “Sucks to be you then because I think after leaving my sister like you did, I deserve an answer. She was pretty worried about you for about a week and then I had to deal with a side of my sister that I haven’t seen in five years so spill.” His story was pretty horrible. Actually, Buffy had to admit that what both brothers had gone through for the last several years would have sent most people over the edge. But that didn’t excuse what had happened. “Sam, I just realized I forgot to charge my phone last night, could I borrow yours? Gotta check in, you know?”
She could tell he was thinking fast, trying to figure out what she was up to, but she sent him the wide eyed innocent look that nearly always worked. He handed it over and Buffy punched in Dawn’s number quickly. It was answered on the third ring, Dawn’s hello clearly asking who the hell was calling her this early from an unknown number. “Hey, it’s me.” --- “Yes, I did have to call this early, so not my fault you’re not a morning person anymore.” --- “Oh, you know, got smashed, punched a guy in the face…” --- “Nah, the punching happened this morning.” --- “Why, yes, it was. You wanna say hi?” She handed Sam’s phone back, “It’s for you.”
He swallowed audibly and took the phone. Buffy was impressed that his hello sounded steady. He got up and went outside and with her duty finished, she finished off her breakfast and sipped on her freshly topped off coffee.
“That was pretty cold.” Buffy snapped back to attention, realizing she’d forgotten about Dean. She didn’t really forget, just willfully put him out of her mind since she had yet to figure out how to deal with the whole Dream Guy scenario.
She shrugged. “Yeah well, so was leaving my sister in a strange motel room that he didn’t settle the bill on. Oh and neither of them thought about using a condom during their night of fun so I ended up taking her to the closest clinic to be tested. Also, whoever thought it was a good idea to use the names of dead rock stars as a cover is a doofus.”
Dean looked a bit indignant for a moment but then shook it off and shook his head. “Soul-less Sammy was definitely a Douchebag, Capital D douchebag.” The door to the café crashed open and they both watched a pale Sam rush in.
“We gotta go to Cleveland right now, Dean.”
“What the hell for?”
“Because Buffy’s sister is pregnant and I have to go and explain about why I acted like such a douchebag.” He glared at Buffy. “Thanks for the warning by the way.”
“Hey, I only found out about it two days ago. And if I had run into you before last night a punch in the nose would have been the least of your issues.”
He touched his nose and then grinned. “Oh! Before I forget, Dawn also said Willow said that since you had sex with him last night, could you bring your ‘Dream Guy’ along so they can figure out why he’s been in your dreams for the past year?”