Dean/Buffy - from whence wayward westerlies blow
Fandom: Supernatural/Buffyverse
Title: from whence wayward westerlies blow
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean Winchester/Buffy Summers
Content Warning: Slight spoilers for S6.
Summary: In which Dean and Buffy face something they weren’t expecting.
Author’s Note: Written for defy_n_gravity for the Five Acts meme.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Kripke and Joss. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
“Mermaids? Seriously, mermaids?”
Dean looked like he was having a hard time swallowing this one.
Not that Buffy could blame him, really-mermaids were a bit out of their realm of experience. That didn’t change the fact that there was one, trapped, in the whale pool at SeaWorld, and they needed to do something about it before another person happened to get hurt. There were two things about this particular situation that had Buffy very interested. One, they were in SeaWorld. She had never been to SeaWorld.
Two, it was a mermaid
The long, fishlike tail waved behind her as she pressed her face to the glass, wide fish eyes peering back at them through the glass. She wasn’t monstrous. In fact, if it wasn’t for the tail, Buffy probably wouldn’t have noticed that anything was wrong. In fact, one could even go so far as to say she was pretty. Long red hair flowed in the water behind her, and she had delicate features. So long as she didn’t smile and show the angler fangs that were hidden underneath, Buffy could understand why they managed to lure so many sailors to their deaths.
“Eve really wasn’t kidding when she said she was pulling out the classics,” she sighed, moving closer to peer at her through the glass. “What are we supposed to do with her?”
“Gotta gank her, I guess,” Dean replied with a shrug. “We can’t just let her keep running around and killing people.”
“And how do we do that?”
As she spoke, a soft hum started to float through the air around her. She didn’t think much of it at first, until Dean didn’t respond and she actually turned to look at him. His eyes had glazed over, and he was walking away from her, towards the platform that lead to the surface of the pool.
“Dean?” she frowned, starting to follow him. “Hey! Dean!”
There was no response, just the sound of his footfalls against the platform as he followed the sound. The mermaid swam her way over to where he was standing, starting to press up and reach for the front of Dean’s shirt.
Buffy can abide a lot of things. She’s been dealing with the supernatural since she was sixteen years-old and she’s had her fair share of weird and scary. But one thing she will absolutely not abide under any circumstances is some kind of freaky fish chick stealing her boyfriend. She jogged up on to the platform, lunged forward, and slammed a punch to Dean’s jaw, hard. He stumbled back, away from her, but she wasn’t able to move away fast enough to keep the mermaid from screaming in anger, wrapping her arms around Buffy and dragging her back into the pool.
There was a struggle. There was some underwater fighting. Then there was a strong hand grabbing under her arm and yanking as hard as he could, before the mermaid’s arms went lax and the rest of the body fell away. She was too busy coughing and choking to have a strong idea of what had happened, exactly, but someone was holding her, and that was good enough for right now.
When she stopped choking on the pool water, the rest of the pool was stained red, and there was a headless mermaid floating in the water. She leaned back against the solid muscle behind her, before looking up at him with a smile.
“Hi.”
“Hey there, Summers. You okay?”
She nodded as she pushed herself into a sitting position, then she gave him a look. “I even gotta worry about girls with gills, Dean?”
Dean smirked back at her, before starting to help them both to their feet. “Just a fluke, I promise.”
“Uh-huh.”
He shifted to shed his jacket, wrapping the leather around her shoulders with a grin. “Hey, you hit me hard like that, and I promise it’ll never happen again.”
She smirked, wrapping the jacket around her more, and turning to walk off the platform. “Of course it won’t. Now you know better.”
Title: from whence wayward westerlies blow
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean Winchester/Buffy Summers
Content Warning: Slight spoilers for S6.
Summary: In which Dean and Buffy face something they weren’t expecting.
Author’s Note: Written for defy_n_gravity for the Five Acts meme.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Kripke and Joss. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
“Mermaids? Seriously, mermaids?”
Dean looked like he was having a hard time swallowing this one.
Not that Buffy could blame him, really-mermaids were a bit out of their realm of experience. That didn’t change the fact that there was one, trapped, in the whale pool at SeaWorld, and they needed to do something about it before another person happened to get hurt. There were two things about this particular situation that had Buffy very interested. One, they were in SeaWorld. She had never been to SeaWorld.
Two, it was a mermaid
The long, fishlike tail waved behind her as she pressed her face to the glass, wide fish eyes peering back at them through the glass. She wasn’t monstrous. In fact, if it wasn’t for the tail, Buffy probably wouldn’t have noticed that anything was wrong. In fact, one could even go so far as to say she was pretty. Long red hair flowed in the water behind her, and she had delicate features. So long as she didn’t smile and show the angler fangs that were hidden underneath, Buffy could understand why they managed to lure so many sailors to their deaths.
“Eve really wasn’t kidding when she said she was pulling out the classics,” she sighed, moving closer to peer at her through the glass. “What are we supposed to do with her?”
“Gotta gank her, I guess,” Dean replied with a shrug. “We can’t just let her keep running around and killing people.”
“And how do we do that?”
As she spoke, a soft hum started to float through the air around her. She didn’t think much of it at first, until Dean didn’t respond and she actually turned to look at him. His eyes had glazed over, and he was walking away from her, towards the platform that lead to the surface of the pool.
“Dean?” she frowned, starting to follow him. “Hey! Dean!”
There was no response, just the sound of his footfalls against the platform as he followed the sound. The mermaid swam her way over to where he was standing, starting to press up and reach for the front of Dean’s shirt.
Buffy can abide a lot of things. She’s been dealing with the supernatural since she was sixteen years-old and she’s had her fair share of weird and scary. But one thing she will absolutely not abide under any circumstances is some kind of freaky fish chick stealing her boyfriend. She jogged up on to the platform, lunged forward, and slammed a punch to Dean’s jaw, hard. He stumbled back, away from her, but she wasn’t able to move away fast enough to keep the mermaid from screaming in anger, wrapping her arms around Buffy and dragging her back into the pool.
There was a struggle. There was some underwater fighting. Then there was a strong hand grabbing under her arm and yanking as hard as he could, before the mermaid’s arms went lax and the rest of the body fell away. She was too busy coughing and choking to have a strong idea of what had happened, exactly, but someone was holding her, and that was good enough for right now.
When she stopped choking on the pool water, the rest of the pool was stained red, and there was a headless mermaid floating in the water. She leaned back against the solid muscle behind her, before looking up at him with a smile.
“Hi.”
“Hey there, Summers. You okay?”
She nodded as she pushed herself into a sitting position, then she gave him a look. “I even gotta worry about girls with gills, Dean?”
Dean smirked back at her, before starting to help them both to their feet. “Just a fluke, I promise.”
“Uh-huh.”
He shifted to shed his jacket, wrapping the leather around her shoulders with a grin. “Hey, you hit me hard like that, and I promise it’ll never happen again.”
She smirked, wrapping the jacket around her more, and turning to walk off the platform. “Of course it won’t. Now you know better.”