Dean/Buffy - Catching Up
Fandom: Supernatural/Buffyverse
Title: Catching Up
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean Winchester/Buffy Summers, Castiel.
tamingthemuse Prompt: #271 ~ Soporific
Content Warning: Spoilers through Season 5, and my own cracky reasoning for things.
Summary: Being in Hell for a hundred years is a lot like being put through a Cuisinart.
Author’s Note: Part of my Children of Eden series. I know I haven’t written from it in a while, but I did want to pick it up again and see if I can get anything out of it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Kripke and Whedon. I’m just borrowing and we’ll put them back where I found them.
Being in Hell for a hundred years is a lot like being put through a Cuisinart.
Dean and Sam had fallen in, body and soul, so while he may not remember any of the last twelve thousand years he spent as an angelic punching bag, he could feel it. It ached in his bones and pulled at his skin, made him feel like the suit didn’t fit quite right for what it was holding inside. It was different from when he came back the first time, probably because there was a big gaping hole where the pain and suffering used to be, but he wasn’t going to complain. He had a feeling that if whoever the hell it was that pulled him out took them away, they had a reason. He wasn’t going to argue.
When he came to, he didn’t expect to see Cas standing by the window like this was the most normal thing in the world. There’s a part of him that ached at seeing his old friend there, the fact that he had pulled him out of Hell, again, this time with a lot more risk involved, and he wasn’t sure that it was for any greater reward. He’s not sure how much time had passed, but the angel seemed exactly the same. Good to know some things never changed.
“Cas?”
His voice was rough and faint, screamed out, but it was enough to get the angel’s attention. He started to push himself into a sitting position, but Cas’s hand was on his shoulder before he could get far. “Relax. You have been out for several days.”
Dean didn’t want to relax, but he did as he was told anyway. His body was screaming in protest from the moving, and he slumped back against the bed with a groan. “Where’s Sam?”
“With Gabriel. Do not worry-he is perfectly safe.”
Dean’s eyes narrowed. “Gabriel. As in the archangel?”
“Yes.”
“The archangel who’s supposed to be dead?”
Castiel gave him a look that he had seen many times before, but for some reason, he felt like he hadn’t seen it in a while. “You’ve been in Hell for a hundred years, Dean. Things change.”
“A hundred-” He stared to sit up again, and there was another groan of pain as his body still couldn’t do what he wanted it to do, and Cas’s hand on his shoulder only pushed him back against the bed. “-What do you mean a hundred years in Hell? Last thing I remember is saying yes to Michael and having him jump my meat. How did I wind up in Hell?”
Castiel looked away for a moment, before moving his hand up to Dean’s forehead. “Sleep. You need your rest.”
Dean didn’t have time to protest before Castiel knocked him out.
***
When Dean came to the second time, he was feeling a little less stiff and sore, a little more like himself. He still was confused and had no idea what happened, but he was feeling a little more human. When he tried to sit up this time, there was still some screaming protest from his back, but not enough that it made him want to curl up into a fetal position. He rolled his shoulders, stretched his arms, and tried to figure out where he was and what the hell was going on.
What Cas was saying before didn’t make any sense. Gabriel being resurrected? A hundred years in Hell? He felt like there was something he didn’t know, and if anything, Dean hated having things he didn’t know. Slowly, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, and started to push himself to his feet. Every move he made was an effort, but eventually he made it to the door, pried it open-
-and was stopped in his tracks by a tiny blond.
“Oh, hey,” she said awkwardly, adjusting the strap on the crossbow around her shoulders. “You’re awake.”
“Yeah,” he said taking a step back so she could come in. “How long was I out?”
“A few days.” She made her way past him, glancing around the room as though she was looking for some kind of threat before turning back to him again. “Castiel said you would come to eventually-he had some things he had to take care of.”
“And he left you to watch me.”
“He knows you’ll be safe. I’m not stupid enough to make the same mistakes twice.” She grabbed a chair by the desk in the room, before dropping herself into it. Dean eyed her carefully, before moving towards the bed and sitting on the edge of it. He had no weapons, he was still slow to move, and even in his best shape, he couldn’t outrun a bolt from a crossbow. Right now, he was just going to have to trust her.
He hated it when he was forced to trust people.
“Well, great. That’s just … peachy.”
“What?” Her head tipped, a bit amused. “Don’t trust me?”
“Sweetheart, I don’t even know your name.”
“Fair enough,” she laughed, before reaching out to extend a hand. “My name is Buffy Summers. I’m what’s called a Slayer-we’re basically the next generation hunter.”
Dean didn’t shake her hand. He wasn’t that comfortable yet. “So they had to upgrade the name?”
“We’re a bit of different breed,” she said as she retracted her hand, still eying him with the same caution that he was giving her. “You know, I have to say-you’re not what I expected.”
He raised an eyebrow, shifting so that more of his weight was resting on the bed. “Oh really? Cas talk about me?”
“No, actually. I’m just a believer.”
She was a believer? “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“I’ve read my gospels?” she smirked. “The guy who wrote them-he didn’t really do you justice.”
“Really?”
“Really really. I thought you’d be taller.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Wait till you see Sam. I think he could crush you under one boot.”
She rolled her eyes right back. “Look. I don’t want to be here either. But Cas told me to get you up to speed, and since I kind of owe him and his brother for not smiting me right off the bat, I figured I might as well do whatever it takes to get us even.”
Dean grit his teeth for a moment, before sliding back on the bed, kicking his legs up and stretching out. Better or not, he still didn’t want to be vertical right now. He took a breath, closed his eyes, and nodded. “Alright. Where do you want to start?”
Title: Catching Up
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean Winchester/Buffy Summers, Castiel.
tamingthemuse Prompt: #271 ~ Soporific
Content Warning: Spoilers through Season 5, and my own cracky reasoning for things.
Summary: Being in Hell for a hundred years is a lot like being put through a Cuisinart.
Author’s Note: Part of my Children of Eden series. I know I haven’t written from it in a while, but I did want to pick it up again and see if I can get anything out of it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Kripke and Whedon. I’m just borrowing and we’ll put them back where I found them.
Being in Hell for a hundred years is a lot like being put through a Cuisinart.
Dean and Sam had fallen in, body and soul, so while he may not remember any of the last twelve thousand years he spent as an angelic punching bag, he could feel it. It ached in his bones and pulled at his skin, made him feel like the suit didn’t fit quite right for what it was holding inside. It was different from when he came back the first time, probably because there was a big gaping hole where the pain and suffering used to be, but he wasn’t going to complain. He had a feeling that if whoever the hell it was that pulled him out took them away, they had a reason. He wasn’t going to argue.
When he came to, he didn’t expect to see Cas standing by the window like this was the most normal thing in the world. There’s a part of him that ached at seeing his old friend there, the fact that he had pulled him out of Hell, again, this time with a lot more risk involved, and he wasn’t sure that it was for any greater reward. He’s not sure how much time had passed, but the angel seemed exactly the same. Good to know some things never changed.
“Cas?”
His voice was rough and faint, screamed out, but it was enough to get the angel’s attention. He started to push himself into a sitting position, but Cas’s hand was on his shoulder before he could get far. “Relax. You have been out for several days.”
Dean didn’t want to relax, but he did as he was told anyway. His body was screaming in protest from the moving, and he slumped back against the bed with a groan. “Where’s Sam?”
“With Gabriel. Do not worry-he is perfectly safe.”
Dean’s eyes narrowed. “Gabriel. As in the archangel?”
“Yes.”
“The archangel who’s supposed to be dead?”
Castiel gave him a look that he had seen many times before, but for some reason, he felt like he hadn’t seen it in a while. “You’ve been in Hell for a hundred years, Dean. Things change.”
“A hundred-” He stared to sit up again, and there was another groan of pain as his body still couldn’t do what he wanted it to do, and Cas’s hand on his shoulder only pushed him back against the bed. “-What do you mean a hundred years in Hell? Last thing I remember is saying yes to Michael and having him jump my meat. How did I wind up in Hell?”
Castiel looked away for a moment, before moving his hand up to Dean’s forehead. “Sleep. You need your rest.”
Dean didn’t have time to protest before Castiel knocked him out.
***
When Dean came to the second time, he was feeling a little less stiff and sore, a little more like himself. He still was confused and had no idea what happened, but he was feeling a little more human. When he tried to sit up this time, there was still some screaming protest from his back, but not enough that it made him want to curl up into a fetal position. He rolled his shoulders, stretched his arms, and tried to figure out where he was and what the hell was going on.
What Cas was saying before didn’t make any sense. Gabriel being resurrected? A hundred years in Hell? He felt like there was something he didn’t know, and if anything, Dean hated having things he didn’t know. Slowly, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, and started to push himself to his feet. Every move he made was an effort, but eventually he made it to the door, pried it open-
-and was stopped in his tracks by a tiny blond.
“Oh, hey,” she said awkwardly, adjusting the strap on the crossbow around her shoulders. “You’re awake.”
“Yeah,” he said taking a step back so she could come in. “How long was I out?”
“A few days.” She made her way past him, glancing around the room as though she was looking for some kind of threat before turning back to him again. “Castiel said you would come to eventually-he had some things he had to take care of.”
“And he left you to watch me.”
“He knows you’ll be safe. I’m not stupid enough to make the same mistakes twice.” She grabbed a chair by the desk in the room, before dropping herself into it. Dean eyed her carefully, before moving towards the bed and sitting on the edge of it. He had no weapons, he was still slow to move, and even in his best shape, he couldn’t outrun a bolt from a crossbow. Right now, he was just going to have to trust her.
He hated it when he was forced to trust people.
“Well, great. That’s just … peachy.”
“What?” Her head tipped, a bit amused. “Don’t trust me?”
“Sweetheart, I don’t even know your name.”
“Fair enough,” she laughed, before reaching out to extend a hand. “My name is Buffy Summers. I’m what’s called a Slayer-we’re basically the next generation hunter.”
Dean didn’t shake her hand. He wasn’t that comfortable yet. “So they had to upgrade the name?”
“We’re a bit of different breed,” she said as she retracted her hand, still eying him with the same caution that he was giving her. “You know, I have to say-you’re not what I expected.”
He raised an eyebrow, shifting so that more of his weight was resting on the bed. “Oh really? Cas talk about me?”
“No, actually. I’m just a believer.”
She was a believer? “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“I’ve read my gospels?” she smirked. “The guy who wrote them-he didn’t really do you justice.”
“Really?”
“Really really. I thought you’d be taller.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Wait till you see Sam. I think he could crush you under one boot.”
She rolled her eyes right back. “Look. I don’t want to be here either. But Cas told me to get you up to speed, and since I kind of owe him and his brother for not smiting me right off the bat, I figured I might as well do whatever it takes to get us even.”
Dean grit his teeth for a moment, before sliding back on the bed, kicking his legs up and stretching out. Better or not, he still didn’t want to be vertical right now. He took a breath, closed his eyes, and nodded. “Alright. Where do you want to start?”