{btvs/spn} wounds
Title: Wounds
Author: aaronlisa
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer / Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Faith Lehane/Dean Winchester, Wesley Wyndham-Pryce
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and company, while Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and company.
Prompts: Written for supernatural50 for prompt #3 (salt) and for day 8 at mini_nanowrimo where I signed up to write 250 words a day for the month of November.
Notes: Set after Season Seven of BtVS and sometime before Season One of SPN and Season Five of ATS.
Summary: Faith gets wounded on a hunt with Dean.
Word Count: 928
He shoves the container of salt into her hands and Faith runs to pour the salt over the windowsills, making sure that every possible entrance is sealed to the supernatural. The house shakes as if something large were ramming itself against the small structure and Dean quickly continues to read the Latin words on the page that Faith had given him in the Impala. For a moment or two, everything is eerily silent as Faith starts to pour the salt into the shape of a circle around Dean, his voice never faltering as he continues to read off the Latin spell.
Just as Faith is finished, one foot on the outside of the ring and one on the inside, something lashes out at her, scoring her arm with a viscous rake of claws. She stumbles fully into the circle, Dean catching her with one arm. Faith looks down and ensures that the circle is intact. A frustrated and loud shriek tells her that it is and she cautiously disentangles herself from Dean. Her arm hurts but there’s no time for her to inspect the wound, instead she kneels down and pulls out the makeshift flamethrower that Dean had assembled earlier in the motel.
She only has one chance with it so she waits until the spell is finished. She can’t see whatever it is that chasing them so she’s dependent upon Dean’s directions. He quickly points her into the right direction and Faith lets loose the flamethrower. She’s certain that she’s hit the monster when it shrieks, in what Faith hopes is agony. Faith quietly curses when the makeshift flamethrower burns her hand with its heat. She drops it to the ground and picks up the sword that Giles had promised would kill this particular spirit.
Faith squares her feet and despite the pain in her arm, she thrusts forward with all her might, the thing shrieks again and with a blinding flash of blue light it is silenced. Faith drops the sword to the ground, trembling with exertion; Dean catches her just before she sinks to the rough flooring.
“Is it gone?”
“Yeah.”
“Good, let’s get outta here,” Faith mumbles.
Faith stumbles as he Dean practically half-carries her out of the house and back to the Impala. They’ve saved the day again and all Faith can think about is falling asleep in the back of the Impala.
“We’re going to need to get that arm looked at,” Dean tells her.
“Call Giles, he’ll send the reinforcements.”
She can tell by the tight look on his face that Dean’s not as confident or comfortable with the thought of the Watchers’ Council or its reinforcements, but he nods in acceptance. A hospital wouldn’t be able to understand her advanced healing or the nature of her wounds. For a moment, Faith misses Sunnydale where the hospital staff had seen everything and nothing bothered them anymore.
Dean helps her into the backseat and covers her with a blanket from the trunk; Faith sleepily smiles up at him. His face is a mask of worry but she can’t find the concern within herself.
“It’s okay,” Faith mumbles before drifting off.
* * *
She wakes up screaming and Wesley standing over her looking grim. Dean’s holding her down as Wesley pours more alcohol over her arm, causing her to scream again.
“Welcome to the land of the living, Faith,” Wesley drolly quips.
Faith grunts in response as she pushes Dean off of her.
“How are you feeling?”
“Like I was run over by a two ton truck,” Faith replies.
Wesley’s smile is grim as he gently pats her arm dry before smearing a paste over it.
“No stitches?” Dean asks.
“Considering the nature of the wound and the fact that she’s already started healing, I think that stitches would probably cause more harm than do any good,” Wesley replies.
Dean shakes his head in response and Wesley gives Faith a look. Before either of them can say anything, Dean steps out of the room with a muttered comment.
“He’s still trying to wrap his head around things,” Faith quietly states.
“I thought that he had been a hunter for most of his life.”
“Yeah but he still has a hard time with the Slayer thing,” Faith responds.
Wesley nods before setting a jar down on the bedside table. “Use that twice more and you shouldn’t even have scar left to remember this hunt.”
“Sure thing, Wes.”
“I’ll be leaving then.”
Faith nods in response and she gives Wesley a smile. He hasn’t been her Watcher in years but still he’s the closest thing that she has to one and she still craves approval, even now. He gives her hand a squeeze.
“From what Dean tells me, you were great tonight. Just be more careful, Faith.”
They share a rueful smile before he picks up his bag and walks out of the room. Faith stares at the wall across from her and she tries to think about what she can say to Dean to make things better and she realizes that she can’t say anything. She’s going to have to wait this out, wait until he finally gets his head wrapped around the whole Slayer thing and everything else about her. She sighs and pushes her hair back and waits for him.
It’s just a matter of time and Faith is prepared to wait it out. It’s not as if Dean’s just learning about the paranormal world out there, instead he’s just learning that there’s more to it than he had thought possible.
((END))
Author: aaronlisa
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer / Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Faith Lehane/Dean Winchester, Wesley Wyndham-Pryce
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and company, while Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and company.
Prompts: Written for supernatural50 for prompt #3 (salt) and for day 8 at mini_nanowrimo where I signed up to write 250 words a day for the month of November.
Notes: Set after Season Seven of BtVS and sometime before Season One of SPN and Season Five of ATS.
Summary: Faith gets wounded on a hunt with Dean.
Word Count: 928
He shoves the container of salt into her hands and Faith runs to pour the salt over the windowsills, making sure that every possible entrance is sealed to the supernatural. The house shakes as if something large were ramming itself against the small structure and Dean quickly continues to read the Latin words on the page that Faith had given him in the Impala. For a moment or two, everything is eerily silent as Faith starts to pour the salt into the shape of a circle around Dean, his voice never faltering as he continues to read off the Latin spell.
Just as Faith is finished, one foot on the outside of the ring and one on the inside, something lashes out at her, scoring her arm with a viscous rake of claws. She stumbles fully into the circle, Dean catching her with one arm. Faith looks down and ensures that the circle is intact. A frustrated and loud shriek tells her that it is and she cautiously disentangles herself from Dean. Her arm hurts but there’s no time for her to inspect the wound, instead she kneels down and pulls out the makeshift flamethrower that Dean had assembled earlier in the motel.
She only has one chance with it so she waits until the spell is finished. She can’t see whatever it is that chasing them so she’s dependent upon Dean’s directions. He quickly points her into the right direction and Faith lets loose the flamethrower. She’s certain that she’s hit the monster when it shrieks, in what Faith hopes is agony. Faith quietly curses when the makeshift flamethrower burns her hand with its heat. She drops it to the ground and picks up the sword that Giles had promised would kill this particular spirit.
Faith squares her feet and despite the pain in her arm, she thrusts forward with all her might, the thing shrieks again and with a blinding flash of blue light it is silenced. Faith drops the sword to the ground, trembling with exertion; Dean catches her just before she sinks to the rough flooring.
“Is it gone?”
“Yeah.”
“Good, let’s get outta here,” Faith mumbles.
Faith stumbles as he Dean practically half-carries her out of the house and back to the Impala. They’ve saved the day again and all Faith can think about is falling asleep in the back of the Impala.
“We’re going to need to get that arm looked at,” Dean tells her.
“Call Giles, he’ll send the reinforcements.”
She can tell by the tight look on his face that Dean’s not as confident or comfortable with the thought of the Watchers’ Council or its reinforcements, but he nods in acceptance. A hospital wouldn’t be able to understand her advanced healing or the nature of her wounds. For a moment, Faith misses Sunnydale where the hospital staff had seen everything and nothing bothered them anymore.
Dean helps her into the backseat and covers her with a blanket from the trunk; Faith sleepily smiles up at him. His face is a mask of worry but she can’t find the concern within herself.
“It’s okay,” Faith mumbles before drifting off.
* * *
She wakes up screaming and Wesley standing over her looking grim. Dean’s holding her down as Wesley pours more alcohol over her arm, causing her to scream again.
“Welcome to the land of the living, Faith,” Wesley drolly quips.
Faith grunts in response as she pushes Dean off of her.
“How are you feeling?”
“Like I was run over by a two ton truck,” Faith replies.
Wesley’s smile is grim as he gently pats her arm dry before smearing a paste over it.
“No stitches?” Dean asks.
“Considering the nature of the wound and the fact that she’s already started healing, I think that stitches would probably cause more harm than do any good,” Wesley replies.
Dean shakes his head in response and Wesley gives Faith a look. Before either of them can say anything, Dean steps out of the room with a muttered comment.
“He’s still trying to wrap his head around things,” Faith quietly states.
“I thought that he had been a hunter for most of his life.”
“Yeah but he still has a hard time with the Slayer thing,” Faith responds.
Wesley nods before setting a jar down on the bedside table. “Use that twice more and you shouldn’t even have scar left to remember this hunt.”
“Sure thing, Wes.”
“I’ll be leaving then.”
Faith nods in response and she gives Wesley a smile. He hasn’t been her Watcher in years but still he’s the closest thing that she has to one and she still craves approval, even now. He gives her hand a squeeze.
“From what Dean tells me, you were great tonight. Just be more careful, Faith.”
They share a rueful smile before he picks up his bag and walks out of the room. Faith stares at the wall across from her and she tries to think about what she can say to Dean to make things better and she realizes that she can’t say anything. She’s going to have to wait this out, wait until he finally gets his head wrapped around the whole Slayer thing and everything else about her. She sighs and pushes her hair back and waits for him.
It’s just a matter of time and Faith is prepared to wait it out. It’s not as if Dean’s just learning about the paranormal world out there, instead he’s just learning that there’s more to it than he had thought possible.
((END))