Sam/River - Clad in White and Angel Wings
Title: Clad in White and Angels Wings
Author: Liv darkmagic-luvr
Fandom: Supernatural/Firefly
Characters: Sam, River, Mal, Zoë, Jayne, Kaylee, Inara, Simon and special appearances by Derrial Book and Mary Winchester
30_shinyfics Prompt: 24. white
30_kisses Prompt: 26. If only I could make you mine
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: for the movie Serenity and general spoilers for both shows.
Summery: Sam has cold feet.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural or Firefly. Any characters you don’t recognize are original and should not be used without my permission.
Author’s Note: I was going through the Firefly/Supernatural prompt generator and got Derrial Book / Sam Winchester / just breathe. River’s dress, btw, would look something like this.
They were on Sihnon. The Jewel of the core worlds, currently residing in a more remote location, the distant city lights covered in the setting sun behind them. There were trees scattered around them, a white tent pitched near an orange tree a good twenty yards from the ship. Mal was currently standing in between them, currently sporting a more cleaner garb than usual, however his gun wouldn’t be leaving his hip anytime soon.
His concentration was currently setting on his hands which had rested in them the journal Sam had let him borrow, his brow furrowing in concentration as he practiced saying the Latin words out loud. He wasn’t any good and he knew it, but it was important that Book was there. Derrial was the only person he trusted with something like this. A soft hand fluttered onto his back, and he started slightly, turning his head to see Inara grinning up at him. His features softened and he took his her appearance, the soft fabrics of her dress dyed in gold and red. He gave her a smile and held up Sam’s journal with a shrug. Inara shook her head, smiling in that way she did when she was amused by his stupidity.
“Here,” she said, reaching out and taking the journal from him. “I’ll read it.”
“You know Latin?” asked Mal, his brow furrowing once more.
“Please, Mal. I’m far more talented than you give me credit for,” Inara patted his shoulder, gently pushing him in the direction of the ship.
“The I expect to see some serious ghostly beings when I get back,” said Mal, Inara’s smile changed into a mock serious expression and she saluted him as he headed away from her.
“Yes, sir!” Mal grinned to himself, jogging the last few steps to the ship. He could see Jayne and Simon sitting on boxes, Simon smiling at something Jayne had said a moment earlier. Both men were dressed nicely, though Simon usually dressed all nice like. Mal nodded at the two of them and continued on, heading to the stairs.
“Hey, Mal? When‘s this shindig goin‘ down?”
“All depends on Sam,” said Mal, stopping at the top of the stairs and staring down at the two men below him. “He still in Inara’s shuttle?”
“I think he’s got cold feet,” Jayne called up to him, a smirk on his face. “Boy won’t come out.”
Mal felt a smirk tug on the corner of his mouth and turned back in the direction he was headed. His feet lead him down the familiar passage almost unconsciously, stopping in front of the metal door. On the other side he could hear Sam muttering to himself which only caused the smirk on his face to widen. Mal tapped his knuckles against the door, the hallow sound echoing off the walls and walked in without hearing an answer.
Sam looked up at Mal as he entered, his face paling slightly. He looked like he’d been pacing and his hair was slightly disheveled, like he’d run his fingers through it one too many times. Sam opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again, opting to just stare at the captain.
“Ya nervous?” asked Mal, smirk still planted on his face. Sam swallowed and sat down on the edge of Inara’s bed, running a hand through his hair.
“What if something goes wrong?” Sam asked. “What if this doesn’t work?”
“You two ‘ll work,” said Mal, walking into the room and stopping next to Sam. His hand dropped onto his shoulder. “You’re too good together not to work.”
“Thanks, Mal,” said Sam, the color starting to come back to his face. He took a deep breath, letting it go slowly, and looked down at what he was wearing. “Dean would never believe this.”
“You’re brother was a good man, he’d be happy for you.”
“I wish he was here,” said Sam softly. “I wish my dad was here, my mom-”
“How do you know they ain’t? Boy, you’ve got the biggest imagination short of River, you’ve seen some things I’ve always thought were bedtime stories. Don’t go all normal on me now.”
Sam laughed under his breath and looked up at Mal, his eyes bright. “Have you seen her?”
“She looks beautiful, Sam,” said Mal softly, squeezing his shoulder. They both looked up as Zoë walked into the shuttle, Sam felt his mouth drop, giving Zoë a once over. Never in his life would he have expected to see her in a dress. Zoë gave him a look, a grin ghosting over her face.
“Stop drooling, Winchester,” she said, placing her hands on her hips. “You two ready?”
Mal patted Sam on the shoulder and headed out of the shuttle, past Zoë who moved to follow him. She paused after watching what little color that had come back to Sam’s face drain out and turned back to him, dropping her hands on her hips.
“You alright, Sam?”
“Just nervous,” said Sam. Zoë nodded and moved to sit next to Sam. She opened her mouth, hesitating a second before she started speaking.
“I think I was the only women in the verse who didn’t want to get married. I wasn’t lookin’ to get hitched, wasn’t lookin’ long term, just wanted something to scratch the itch. But Wash made me feel like the only woman in the world. He was charming, funny, hell of a great lover-”
“Point, Zoë?” interrupted Sam, giving Zoë a look.
“Point is, Sam, you make her feel like she’s the only girl you’ve ever seen. But I bet you don’t realize that you’re the only man she’ll ever love.”
“Thank you, Zoë,” said Sam softly. She smiled gently at him and placed her hand on his arm, pulling him off the bed.
“Let’s get you hitched.”
“You think River’s as nervous as I am?” Sam wondered out loud, letting Zoe lead him out of Inara’s shuttle and down the staircase to the cargo bay. Simon looked up at them as they descended, hoping off the box his was sitting on and dusting himself off. He gave Sam a nod as his feet hit the floor. Sam gave him an awkward smile and cleared his throat. Zoë glanced from one man to the other before rolling her eyes at both of them and headed outside.
“I’m glad you’re doing this Sam,” said Simon.
“I know you are,” said Sam tightly, moving to follow Zoë. Simon placed his hand on Sam’s arm before he could get any further, effectively stopping him.
“You can’t blame me for wanting to go home, Sam,” Simon growled. Sam shot him a glare and pulled his arm out of Simon’s grip.
“At least you have the option,” Sam snapped back. Simon sighed and ran his hand over his face.
“No matter what happens I want you to know that I think you’re good for her.”
“Aw, Simon. That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me,” said Sam sarcastically. Simon rolled his eyes as Sam continued. “No really, I’m touched. C’mon, let’s ditch the others and have a slumber party. We can braid each others hair and talk about boys-”
“I don’t know why I bother,” said Simon under his breath, turning and heading out of the ship, leaving Sam behind him with a smirk on his face, following the older man with his eyes.
“Can’t even take a joke,” Sam muttered under his breath, surprising a grin from his face. His eyes scanned over the rest of the crew. Jayne and Zoë were standing next to Inara who was reading from Sam’s journal. He squinted slightly, watching Inara look up from the journal as something bright appeared in front of her. Her back was towards Sam, but he could clear hear Jayne’s swearing. Sam watched him stumble backwards, nearly tripping over his feet.
“That gorram… spellamajig thing actually worked,” Jayne muttered under his breath, staring wide eyed at Book standing in front of Inara with an easy smile gracing his face. She smiled warmly at him, her eyes glistening.
“We’ve missed you,” she said softly, moving her hand out to touch him. Before she could however, Sam’s hand was around her wrist keeping her from touching Book. She looked up at him flabbergasted.
“One of your rings is made of iron,” he said, releasing her wrist. “You could have just sent him back.”
“What’s iron got to do with anything?” asked Jayne.
“It’s a weakness of ghosts,” said Sam with an offhand shrug. He looked over at Book, sizing him up for a moment. “You’re Shepherd Book?”
“You must be Sam-”
“Shepherd Book!” Book turned, giving Kaylee a knowing smile as she walked out of the white tent. River walked out behind her, a smile brightly plastered on her face. Sam felt his jaw drop for the second time that day, his heart nearly stopping. Most of her hair was pinned up while some of it fell across the side of her face in waves, the white dress she was wearing hugging every curve of her body.
“Gorram she cleans up nice,” Jayne said. He looked over at Sam and raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Breathe, Sam.”
“I like him,” said Book with a nod, giving Sam a look over, who was still staring at River with his mouth hanging open, “Seems like a solid young man.”
“He get’s her,” said Inara folding her arms across her chest and turning her head to look at Sam as well. Sam, ignoring the fact that he was being talked about, moved around Inara and towards River, sliding his hand across her hip when he was close enough.
“You look beautiful,” he said breathlessly, making River blush.
“Nuh uh,” said Kaylee, interrupting the moment going on between the two. “None of that ‘til you two get married.”
Sam rolled his eyes at Kaylee and gave her a look. “Do you know how long we’ve been doing this?”
“Always said you were going to the special hell,” said Mal, walking up to them with Simon in toe, a disgruntled look on his face. Mal did a double take in Book’s direction. “Would ya look at that? It actually worked.”
“What the hell made you think it wouldn’t?” asked Sam, raising an eyebrow in his direction.
“Everyone here?” asked Book, clasping his hands together.
“Actually, there’s one more person,” said Inara. She looked over at River and smiled, making Sam frown. He looked down at her, missing Inara open the journal again and begin reciting the same passage that brought Book to them.
“Who are we waiting for?”
“You mother,” said River softly, looking up at Sam. He swallowed, his grip tightening on her waist.
“My mother?”
A flash of light out of the corner of his eye caught his attention and he looked up just in time to see Mary form out of thin air, just like she had with the poltergeist in Kansas. She tilted her head at him slightly, reaching out to touch his face.
“Oh, Sammy,” she said softly. Sam felt his eyes close, wishing he could feel her hand on his cheek. “You look so handsome.”
“Mom-”
“It’s okay, Sammy,” she said her voice still soft. He felt River slid her hand down his chest and he opened his eyes, looking down at her and then back up at Mary, feeling his breath hitch in his throat. Mal reached out and placed his hand on Sam’s shoulder, causing him to flinch in surprise.
“Are you two ready?” he asked looking from Sam to River. Sam felt a grin tug onto his face and nodded.
“Then let’s start the ceremony,” said Book. Mary smiled at Sam, taking a few steps back (almost floating) to stand beside Book. River slid her hand into Sam’s, giving it a squeeze.
“Marry me?” she asked softly. Sam leaned down slightly and kissed her cheek, his mouth lingering near her ear for a moment, smiling against her ear, his forehead brushing against her temple.
“I’d love too.”
Author: Liv darkmagic-luvr
Fandom: Supernatural/Firefly
Characters: Sam, River, Mal, Zoë, Jayne, Kaylee, Inara, Simon and special appearances by Derrial Book and Mary Winchester
30_shinyfics Prompt: 24. white
30_kisses Prompt: 26. If only I could make you mine
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: for the movie Serenity and general spoilers for both shows.
Summery: Sam has cold feet.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural or Firefly. Any characters you don’t recognize are original and should not be used without my permission.
Author’s Note: I was going through the Firefly/Supernatural prompt generator and got Derrial Book / Sam Winchester / just breathe. River’s dress, btw, would look something like this.
They were on Sihnon. The Jewel of the core worlds, currently residing in a more remote location, the distant city lights covered in the setting sun behind them. There were trees scattered around them, a white tent pitched near an orange tree a good twenty yards from the ship. Mal was currently standing in between them, currently sporting a more cleaner garb than usual, however his gun wouldn’t be leaving his hip anytime soon.
His concentration was currently setting on his hands which had rested in them the journal Sam had let him borrow, his brow furrowing in concentration as he practiced saying the Latin words out loud. He wasn’t any good and he knew it, but it was important that Book was there. Derrial was the only person he trusted with something like this. A soft hand fluttered onto his back, and he started slightly, turning his head to see Inara grinning up at him. His features softened and he took his her appearance, the soft fabrics of her dress dyed in gold and red. He gave her a smile and held up Sam’s journal with a shrug. Inara shook her head, smiling in that way she did when she was amused by his stupidity.
“Here,” she said, reaching out and taking the journal from him. “I’ll read it.”
“You know Latin?” asked Mal, his brow furrowing once more.
“Please, Mal. I’m far more talented than you give me credit for,” Inara patted his shoulder, gently pushing him in the direction of the ship.
“The I expect to see some serious ghostly beings when I get back,” said Mal, Inara’s smile changed into a mock serious expression and she saluted him as he headed away from her.
“Yes, sir!” Mal grinned to himself, jogging the last few steps to the ship. He could see Jayne and Simon sitting on boxes, Simon smiling at something Jayne had said a moment earlier. Both men were dressed nicely, though Simon usually dressed all nice like. Mal nodded at the two of them and continued on, heading to the stairs.
“Hey, Mal? When‘s this shindig goin‘ down?”
“All depends on Sam,” said Mal, stopping at the top of the stairs and staring down at the two men below him. “He still in Inara’s shuttle?”
“I think he’s got cold feet,” Jayne called up to him, a smirk on his face. “Boy won’t come out.”
Mal felt a smirk tug on the corner of his mouth and turned back in the direction he was headed. His feet lead him down the familiar passage almost unconsciously, stopping in front of the metal door. On the other side he could hear Sam muttering to himself which only caused the smirk on his face to widen. Mal tapped his knuckles against the door, the hallow sound echoing off the walls and walked in without hearing an answer.
Sam looked up at Mal as he entered, his face paling slightly. He looked like he’d been pacing and his hair was slightly disheveled, like he’d run his fingers through it one too many times. Sam opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again, opting to just stare at the captain.
“Ya nervous?” asked Mal, smirk still planted on his face. Sam swallowed and sat down on the edge of Inara’s bed, running a hand through his hair.
“What if something goes wrong?” Sam asked. “What if this doesn’t work?”
“You two ‘ll work,” said Mal, walking into the room and stopping next to Sam. His hand dropped onto his shoulder. “You’re too good together not to work.”
“Thanks, Mal,” said Sam, the color starting to come back to his face. He took a deep breath, letting it go slowly, and looked down at what he was wearing. “Dean would never believe this.”
“You’re brother was a good man, he’d be happy for you.”
“I wish he was here,” said Sam softly. “I wish my dad was here, my mom-”
“How do you know they ain’t? Boy, you’ve got the biggest imagination short of River, you’ve seen some things I’ve always thought were bedtime stories. Don’t go all normal on me now.”
Sam laughed under his breath and looked up at Mal, his eyes bright. “Have you seen her?”
“She looks beautiful, Sam,” said Mal softly, squeezing his shoulder. They both looked up as Zoë walked into the shuttle, Sam felt his mouth drop, giving Zoë a once over. Never in his life would he have expected to see her in a dress. Zoë gave him a look, a grin ghosting over her face.
“Stop drooling, Winchester,” she said, placing her hands on her hips. “You two ready?”
Mal patted Sam on the shoulder and headed out of the shuttle, past Zoë who moved to follow him. She paused after watching what little color that had come back to Sam’s face drain out and turned back to him, dropping her hands on her hips.
“You alright, Sam?”
“Just nervous,” said Sam. Zoë nodded and moved to sit next to Sam. She opened her mouth, hesitating a second before she started speaking.
“I think I was the only women in the verse who didn’t want to get married. I wasn’t lookin’ to get hitched, wasn’t lookin’ long term, just wanted something to scratch the itch. But Wash made me feel like the only woman in the world. He was charming, funny, hell of a great lover-”
“Point, Zoë?” interrupted Sam, giving Zoë a look.
“Point is, Sam, you make her feel like she’s the only girl you’ve ever seen. But I bet you don’t realize that you’re the only man she’ll ever love.”
“Thank you, Zoë,” said Sam softly. She smiled gently at him and placed her hand on his arm, pulling him off the bed.
“Let’s get you hitched.”
“You think River’s as nervous as I am?” Sam wondered out loud, letting Zoe lead him out of Inara’s shuttle and down the staircase to the cargo bay. Simon looked up at them as they descended, hoping off the box his was sitting on and dusting himself off. He gave Sam a nod as his feet hit the floor. Sam gave him an awkward smile and cleared his throat. Zoë glanced from one man to the other before rolling her eyes at both of them and headed outside.
“I’m glad you’re doing this Sam,” said Simon.
“I know you are,” said Sam tightly, moving to follow Zoë. Simon placed his hand on Sam’s arm before he could get any further, effectively stopping him.
“You can’t blame me for wanting to go home, Sam,” Simon growled. Sam shot him a glare and pulled his arm out of Simon’s grip.
“At least you have the option,” Sam snapped back. Simon sighed and ran his hand over his face.
“No matter what happens I want you to know that I think you’re good for her.”
“Aw, Simon. That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me,” said Sam sarcastically. Simon rolled his eyes as Sam continued. “No really, I’m touched. C’mon, let’s ditch the others and have a slumber party. We can braid each others hair and talk about boys-”
“I don’t know why I bother,” said Simon under his breath, turning and heading out of the ship, leaving Sam behind him with a smirk on his face, following the older man with his eyes.
“Can’t even take a joke,” Sam muttered under his breath, surprising a grin from his face. His eyes scanned over the rest of the crew. Jayne and Zoë were standing next to Inara who was reading from Sam’s journal. He squinted slightly, watching Inara look up from the journal as something bright appeared in front of her. Her back was towards Sam, but he could clear hear Jayne’s swearing. Sam watched him stumble backwards, nearly tripping over his feet.
“That gorram… spellamajig thing actually worked,” Jayne muttered under his breath, staring wide eyed at Book standing in front of Inara with an easy smile gracing his face. She smiled warmly at him, her eyes glistening.
“We’ve missed you,” she said softly, moving her hand out to touch him. Before she could however, Sam’s hand was around her wrist keeping her from touching Book. She looked up at him flabbergasted.
“One of your rings is made of iron,” he said, releasing her wrist. “You could have just sent him back.”
“What’s iron got to do with anything?” asked Jayne.
“It’s a weakness of ghosts,” said Sam with an offhand shrug. He looked over at Book, sizing him up for a moment. “You’re Shepherd Book?”
“You must be Sam-”
“Shepherd Book!” Book turned, giving Kaylee a knowing smile as she walked out of the white tent. River walked out behind her, a smile brightly plastered on her face. Sam felt his jaw drop for the second time that day, his heart nearly stopping. Most of her hair was pinned up while some of it fell across the side of her face in waves, the white dress she was wearing hugging every curve of her body.
“Gorram she cleans up nice,” Jayne said. He looked over at Sam and raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Breathe, Sam.”
“I like him,” said Book with a nod, giving Sam a look over, who was still staring at River with his mouth hanging open, “Seems like a solid young man.”
“He get’s her,” said Inara folding her arms across her chest and turning her head to look at Sam as well. Sam, ignoring the fact that he was being talked about, moved around Inara and towards River, sliding his hand across her hip when he was close enough.
“You look beautiful,” he said breathlessly, making River blush.
“Nuh uh,” said Kaylee, interrupting the moment going on between the two. “None of that ‘til you two get married.”
Sam rolled his eyes at Kaylee and gave her a look. “Do you know how long we’ve been doing this?”
“Always said you were going to the special hell,” said Mal, walking up to them with Simon in toe, a disgruntled look on his face. Mal did a double take in Book’s direction. “Would ya look at that? It actually worked.”
“What the hell made you think it wouldn’t?” asked Sam, raising an eyebrow in his direction.
“Everyone here?” asked Book, clasping his hands together.
“Actually, there’s one more person,” said Inara. She looked over at River and smiled, making Sam frown. He looked down at her, missing Inara open the journal again and begin reciting the same passage that brought Book to them.
“Who are we waiting for?”
“You mother,” said River softly, looking up at Sam. He swallowed, his grip tightening on her waist.
“My mother?”
A flash of light out of the corner of his eye caught his attention and he looked up just in time to see Mary form out of thin air, just like she had with the poltergeist in Kansas. She tilted her head at him slightly, reaching out to touch his face.
“Oh, Sammy,” she said softly. Sam felt his eyes close, wishing he could feel her hand on his cheek. “You look so handsome.”
“Mom-”
“It’s okay, Sammy,” she said her voice still soft. He felt River slid her hand down his chest and he opened his eyes, looking down at her and then back up at Mary, feeling his breath hitch in his throat. Mal reached out and placed his hand on Sam’s shoulder, causing him to flinch in surprise.
“Are you two ready?” he asked looking from Sam to River. Sam felt a grin tug onto his face and nodded.
“Then let’s start the ceremony,” said Book. Mary smiled at Sam, taking a few steps back (almost floating) to stand beside Book. River slid her hand into Sam’s, giving it a squeeze.
“Marry me?” she asked softly. Sam leaned down slightly and kissed her cheek, his mouth lingering near her ear for a moment, smiling against her ear, his forehead brushing against her temple.
“I’d love too.”