Dean - All in Your Mind's Eye
Fandom: Buffyverse/Supernatural
Title: All in Your Mind’s Eye
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean Winchester, Spike
tamingthemuse Prompt: Jizo
Content Warning: Spoilers through 510: Abandon All Hope.
Summary: Dean had no idea what the hell he was doing here.
Author’s Note: Part of my Devil Town series Follows “Unclean Yet Cleansed.” I’m not sure where this idea came from, but I kinda like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own. They all belong to Joss, Zukier and Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Dean had no idea what the hell he was doing here.
He knew that he shouldn’t have left Sam behind. He knew the risks of them all getting caught and he understood him, but he should have taken his brother with him. He didn’t trust Faith, and he definitely didn’t trust Wesley, and he sure as hell didn’t trust the cops. They would toss his brother in and try to get him to give Dean up. Not that Sam would-there wasn’t anything to give up. But there still was the risk, which was why he didn’t like the idea that Wesley and Faith were splitting them up. Especially when they still didn’t know why the demons had Wesley in the first place. Or if Faith’s friends did know, they weren’t sharing. And Dean really didn’t like not having all the information-especially when it came to leaving his brother behind.
But he left.
He let Spike drag him away, through the winding tunnel of the sewers and tried to ignore the fact that this supposed human knew them far too well for his taste. He knew that Spike hadn’t been human before. That was why they needed him for the ritual. But Dean didn’t know what he had been, and that was getting under his skin in a big way. Spike seemed to be oblivious, however, just rambling on to himself about something or other, and Dean was only half-listening when he caught something glint out of the corner of his eye. He stopped where he was, looking over into the tunnel where he could have sworn he’d seen a flash of blond hair. There was something there, something pulling him in and beckoning him to come closer. He started to take a step in, when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and snapped around to find Spike looking at him curiously.
“Stay close, mate. You don’t want to tango with the blokes who run around here.”
Dean shook his head, snapping himself out of it for a moment, before turning back to him. “Sorry. Thought I saw somethin’.”
Spike frowned, following his eyes down the corridor for a moment, before shrugging. “Probably just a vamp. Let’s keep moving.”
Dean nodded, continuing to follow him down the corridors, but that didn’t seem to help. Every so often, under the corner of his eye, he would catch it. The glint of blond, almost as though there was someone following him, trying to get his attention somehow, and weren’t staying long enough so that he could really see them. It wasn’t until they stopped at one of the manholes, and Spike headed up ahead of him to check and see if the coast was clear that he saw who it was. There she was, standing at the end of the tunnel, clear as day. Blond hair, clear eyes, even the same goddamn smirk-it was so much her that it was almost to the point where it couldn’t have been anyone else.
“Jo?”
She didn’t respond, just stared back at him, and Dean’s head tilted to the side slightly, confused, before Spike’s voice above him grabbed his attention.
“Oi! You comin’ or what?”
He glanced up at the man above him, before turning back to where he had seen her standing, and she was gone, vanished almost as though she had never been there, and Dean just shook his head, making his way over to the ladder to pull himself up. “Great. Now I’m friggin’ seeing things.”
Spike stopped as he gripped his arm, pulling him out of the hole with a bit of a look. “Seein’ things?”
“Yeah. But I haven’t slept in at least thirty-six hours, so-to be expected.” Dean needed to brush it off as though it was nothing. Because if he was losing his mind, he didn’t even want to know what would happen. “Just need to get some rest, that’s all.” He sat on the edge of the manhole before glancing around. “Where are we?”
“South Bronx,” Spike replied, nodding towards the house closest to them. “That’s pretty much your basic preternatural safe house. Nothing not human gets in.”
“Fantastic,” Dean sighed, swinging his legs up so Spike could replace the cover, and pushing himself to his feet and looking around. There were gremlins and other kinds of lawn decorations scattering the place. “We’re staying at somewhere that spends too much money at Lillian Vernon.”
“Don’t be so sure. They’re the security system.” He moved closer, twisting the head of one gnome away from them, flicking up the beak on the flamingo, and then reaching for the statue of the Buddhist priest on the stoop. Turning it over, he pulled out the key, and wiggled it between his fingers. “No one looks under the Buddha.”
Dean snorted slightly, before following him inside, glancing around at the scribbling and writing on the wall, showing all the wards and spells that have been cast on the place. He didn’t recognize most of them, but he would have to take Spike’s word for it that it was safe. Taking a breath, he turned back to the man behind him as he closed the door.
“Bedrooms are upstairs-take your pick o’ whichever one ya like.”
“Thanks,” Dean sighed, rubbing a hand over his face before heading upstairs. He wasn’t sure he’d actually be able to sleep, but for right now, it was the only option he had. He made his way into one of the bedrooms, studying it for a moment, before collapsing down onto the bed with a heavy sigh. Within minutes he was out like a light.
***
“Dean! Hey, Dean!”
Dean stirred slowly, rubbing his eyes as he started to come to. “Sam?”
“Dude, we gotta go.” Sam was standing by the window, looking panicked. Dean snapped up at that, glancing around.
“What happened? What’s wrong?”
“We got ambushed. We gotta go. Now.”
Dean struggled to his feet, still on the edges of waking up and not quite focusing yet. “How? This house is like an antidemonic Fort Knox.”
“I dunno, but the wards failed. Spike sold you out. We gotta go, now.”
“Son of a bitch,” Dean muttered, before glancing around. “How are we getting out of here?”
“Out the window. I’ve got the car parked not too far away.”
“Okay,” Dean sighed, moving to the window to open it, and slowly starting to slide over the edge. There was no reason he shouldn’t trust his brother’s word, and he went out the window without question, sliding over the edge of the roof and dropping down to the ground gently. When he landed there, he turned back to see Sam following him, before taking off running in the direction that Sam had indicated. Sam barked directions at him from behind, and it wasn’t until he rounded a corner into a dead end alley, that he turned around and looked at his brother with a frown. “Dude-where’s my car?”
“Oh,” Sam blinked, as a large, scary looking beast came up behind him. A slow, sinister looking smirk crossed Sam’s face, and the being moved forward, looking at Dean with careful eyes. “Did I say that? Oops.”
“Son of a bitch.”
Then the thing charged him, and everything went black.
Title: All in Your Mind’s Eye
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean Winchester, Spike
tamingthemuse Prompt: Jizo
Content Warning: Spoilers through 510: Abandon All Hope.
Summary: Dean had no idea what the hell he was doing here.
Author’s Note: Part of my Devil Town series Follows “Unclean Yet Cleansed.” I’m not sure where this idea came from, but I kinda like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own. They all belong to Joss, Zukier and Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Dean had no idea what the hell he was doing here.
He knew that he shouldn’t have left Sam behind. He knew the risks of them all getting caught and he understood him, but he should have taken his brother with him. He didn’t trust Faith, and he definitely didn’t trust Wesley, and he sure as hell didn’t trust the cops. They would toss his brother in and try to get him to give Dean up. Not that Sam would-there wasn’t anything to give up. But there still was the risk, which was why he didn’t like the idea that Wesley and Faith were splitting them up. Especially when they still didn’t know why the demons had Wesley in the first place. Or if Faith’s friends did know, they weren’t sharing. And Dean really didn’t like not having all the information-especially when it came to leaving his brother behind.
But he left.
He let Spike drag him away, through the winding tunnel of the sewers and tried to ignore the fact that this supposed human knew them far too well for his taste. He knew that Spike hadn’t been human before. That was why they needed him for the ritual. But Dean didn’t know what he had been, and that was getting under his skin in a big way. Spike seemed to be oblivious, however, just rambling on to himself about something or other, and Dean was only half-listening when he caught something glint out of the corner of his eye. He stopped where he was, looking over into the tunnel where he could have sworn he’d seen a flash of blond hair. There was something there, something pulling him in and beckoning him to come closer. He started to take a step in, when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and snapped around to find Spike looking at him curiously.
“Stay close, mate. You don’t want to tango with the blokes who run around here.”
Dean shook his head, snapping himself out of it for a moment, before turning back to him. “Sorry. Thought I saw somethin’.”
Spike frowned, following his eyes down the corridor for a moment, before shrugging. “Probably just a vamp. Let’s keep moving.”
Dean nodded, continuing to follow him down the corridors, but that didn’t seem to help. Every so often, under the corner of his eye, he would catch it. The glint of blond, almost as though there was someone following him, trying to get his attention somehow, and weren’t staying long enough so that he could really see them. It wasn’t until they stopped at one of the manholes, and Spike headed up ahead of him to check and see if the coast was clear that he saw who it was. There she was, standing at the end of the tunnel, clear as day. Blond hair, clear eyes, even the same goddamn smirk-it was so much her that it was almost to the point where it couldn’t have been anyone else.
“Jo?”
She didn’t respond, just stared back at him, and Dean’s head tilted to the side slightly, confused, before Spike’s voice above him grabbed his attention.
“Oi! You comin’ or what?”
He glanced up at the man above him, before turning back to where he had seen her standing, and she was gone, vanished almost as though she had never been there, and Dean just shook his head, making his way over to the ladder to pull himself up. “Great. Now I’m friggin’ seeing things.”
Spike stopped as he gripped his arm, pulling him out of the hole with a bit of a look. “Seein’ things?”
“Yeah. But I haven’t slept in at least thirty-six hours, so-to be expected.” Dean needed to brush it off as though it was nothing. Because if he was losing his mind, he didn’t even want to know what would happen. “Just need to get some rest, that’s all.” He sat on the edge of the manhole before glancing around. “Where are we?”
“South Bronx,” Spike replied, nodding towards the house closest to them. “That’s pretty much your basic preternatural safe house. Nothing not human gets in.”
“Fantastic,” Dean sighed, swinging his legs up so Spike could replace the cover, and pushing himself to his feet and looking around. There were gremlins and other kinds of lawn decorations scattering the place. “We’re staying at somewhere that spends too much money at Lillian Vernon.”
“Don’t be so sure. They’re the security system.” He moved closer, twisting the head of one gnome away from them, flicking up the beak on the flamingo, and then reaching for the statue of the Buddhist priest on the stoop. Turning it over, he pulled out the key, and wiggled it between his fingers. “No one looks under the Buddha.”
Dean snorted slightly, before following him inside, glancing around at the scribbling and writing on the wall, showing all the wards and spells that have been cast on the place. He didn’t recognize most of them, but he would have to take Spike’s word for it that it was safe. Taking a breath, he turned back to the man behind him as he closed the door.
“Bedrooms are upstairs-take your pick o’ whichever one ya like.”
“Thanks,” Dean sighed, rubbing a hand over his face before heading upstairs. He wasn’t sure he’d actually be able to sleep, but for right now, it was the only option he had. He made his way into one of the bedrooms, studying it for a moment, before collapsing down onto the bed with a heavy sigh. Within minutes he was out like a light.
***
“Dean! Hey, Dean!”
Dean stirred slowly, rubbing his eyes as he started to come to. “Sam?”
“Dude, we gotta go.” Sam was standing by the window, looking panicked. Dean snapped up at that, glancing around.
“What happened? What’s wrong?”
“We got ambushed. We gotta go. Now.”
Dean struggled to his feet, still on the edges of waking up and not quite focusing yet. “How? This house is like an antidemonic Fort Knox.”
“I dunno, but the wards failed. Spike sold you out. We gotta go, now.”
“Son of a bitch,” Dean muttered, before glancing around. “How are we getting out of here?”
“Out the window. I’ve got the car parked not too far away.”
“Okay,” Dean sighed, moving to the window to open it, and slowly starting to slide over the edge. There was no reason he shouldn’t trust his brother’s word, and he went out the window without question, sliding over the edge of the roof and dropping down to the ground gently. When he landed there, he turned back to see Sam following him, before taking off running in the direction that Sam had indicated. Sam barked directions at him from behind, and it wasn’t until he rounded a corner into a dead end alley, that he turned around and looked at his brother with a frown. “Dude-where’s my car?”
“Oh,” Sam blinked, as a large, scary looking beast came up behind him. A slow, sinister looking smirk crossed Sam’s face, and the being moved forward, looking at Dean with careful eyes. “Did I say that? Oops.”
“Son of a bitch.”
Then the thing charged him, and everything went black.