Crossover - Like Peas in a Pod (Supernatural/Buffy the Vampire Slayer)
Title: Like Peas in a Pod
Fandom: Supernatural/Buffy: the Vampire Slayer.
Warnings: Smut.
Characters/couples: Faith/Dean, Sam, Buffy.
Summary: The blood he's kind of meh, but not the pissy look the girl has until she smirks and Dean decides this is probably the closest he has to an idea of heaven.
Rating: NC17.
Notes: Written for springkink: Crossover: Supernatural/BtVS, Dean/Faith: bad girls, sex in a car - "Hey, hey, I saved the world today." "You're not the only one."
Like Peas in a Pod
“Say what again, Sammy?”
Sam grins, a mix of smugness and wariness that Dean hates because it means a headache for sure. No matter how much he loves his job, there's a difference between liking it and getting delievered a big fat double portion of demon-knuckles.
“Hell's mouth. It's a place where the barrier between this world and hell is easier to break, so demons and supernatural beings--”
“I know what Hell's mouth is,” Dean snorts, rolling his eyes, because few hunters had been left without knowing after that L.A. Town got blown away by demonic power. “So, okay. There's this bitch to deal with. How many after this-- no, I don't wanna know, do I?”
Sam looks at the laptop for a moment, eyes going from top to bottom in like four seconds and Dean helps himself to more comfort in the shape of greasy food. Then Sam looks at him with the same 'oh-shit' look and Dean groans.
He shouldn't have asked.
*
Dean thinks he might have given a wrong turn. Sammy's fault, of course. Or perhaps they had gotten to a motel and the porno had been particularly boring and the sex hadn't been interesting, 'cause now he's staring at all these chicks fighting, and it's like cheerleading squad fighting monsters.
Which he would have never guessed it was one of his kinks, but there you go. Every day you find something new.
It's not until this brunette wearing jeans and a really awesome set of knives almost throws a fucking thing twice her size against his car that Dean realizes that there is no fucking way in every single hell that he would ever dream of something happening to his baby like that.
“Hey!” he calls as he walks out the door, taking off his got Sam slamming the door closed, too. He shoots the big ugly so that the girl turns to look at him. “Watch it! I just waxed her!”
The chick says gives both him and Sam and then his car a once over, so Dean thinks it's fair he does the same and damn, is he glad they ever came here, that with the tight jeans and tiny top and sweaty skin. Lots of fighting and lots of sexy girls. The blood he's kind of meh, but not the pissy look the girl has until she smirks and Dean decides this is probably the closest he has to an idea of heaven.
“Yoursweet ride and dimples won't help you here,” the chick says before she turns on her heal after a tiny blond girl yells a 'FAITH!' while she's snapping heads as if they were nuts and the brunette runs. “Don't want mess on your car, move it!”
Dean grins as he turns towards the Impala, taking off his machete and then giving Sam his keys. “Take my girl somewhere safe, Sammy.”
“What? Dean, wh-DEAN!”
But he's kinda busy by then.
Disneyland for Hunters! Who'dda thought?
*
Later he's the second best kind of bruised and sore and tired that there is, and he has a grin from face to face while Sam is kind of glaring at him a lot, even though he seems to have made friends with Tiny Blonde Chick from before and they're helping with the injured Slayers.
Brunette, however, looks at him and raises an eyebrow, cocking a hip and Dean decides it's a good times as ever to look at her again.
“You made it! Well, there's rookies luck for ya, I guess.”
“Rookie?” Dean ignores Sam's snort as he frowns for a moment before he smirks, too. “Babe, I've been on the business since I was four.”
“And still a rookie! You must have a lot of dedication here, tiger.”
“You wanna see my dedication, you better have something stiff to drink.”
“I'll give you something stiff alright.”
“Oh, god,” Buffy says, turning to look at him. “Are they flirting? They can't be flirting.”
“They're flirting,” Sam concedes, sighing.
*
They trade stories with a bottle of whisky between them, over the side. They take it straight from the bottle as Dean shows her the slashes he got over his arm, tells her about the one on his leg, shrugs about the ones on his back. Faith matches him scar for scar, scary story for scary story, and Dean kinda almost forgets right down the middle of the way they've been flirting with each other, because it's easy like this, too easy perhaps, and was it not for the alcohol he'd be kind of creeped out at that.
At least Faith helps distract him by dropping a hand on his thigh, moving her hand down the inside of his thigh and giving him this amazing little smile.
Dean grins back.
“... hey, I was telling you about the time we saved the world, babe.”
“Been there, done that,” Faith says, and then she leans against his shoulder, bites his neck and her hand gets very familiar with his dick, which is reminding Dean all the nice reasons why it's good to be alive. “I'd rather hear that you've an idea where we can go.”
“Not up for exhibicionism, are you?” Dean says, gasping a little as she squeezes his dick through his jeans.
“I don't think B or your baby bro over there would let us,” Faith answers and Dean decides that he doesn't quite care much, but still, he'd rather risk no interruptions if possible.
*
He doubts for a moment, as he searches for his keys with a mouthful, handful, armful and lots of -ful of Slayer, mainly because mixing Impala with sex has always made him feel kind of iffy, the way he supposes most people would think, bringing someone to their house and their rooms to have sex with, bringing something into his haven. Then Faith damn pushes him against the car and turns him around and then her mouth is on his, all teasing tongue and fucking amazing hands undoing his belt and Dean kind of gets distracted about being weirded out, moving his hands to take off her shirt, cup her breasts, then move his hands down her back to the sweet curve of her ass.
“Open, now,” Faith murmurs, grinding against him, and Dean nods, opening the door. Faith grins again and pushes him inside, barely pausing a moment to push down and off her jeans and straddling him, pushing his hands away and she slides the condom over his dick and she teases her own pussy with it before sliding down on it, grinning at him before she pretty much starts using him as her personal vibrator. Which, considering how hot she is, is okay with Dean.
So he curls his hands to her hips for leverage and keeps his eyes open as Faith plays with her own nipples, as she slides a hand down to her pussy and works her own clit and goddamn, he enjoys the ride.
*
“We're heading down south,” Sam tells Buffy since, the creep, it seems they became fast meaningul friends. Dean would roll his eyes, but he and Faith are still taking advantage of the whole 'probably won't see each other again' and are still locking lips, his hand flirting with the fly of Faith's jeans, Faith sucking at his tongue.
“The best of lucks,” Buffy says, a little too cheery. Faith chuckles against his mouth before pushing him away, giving him a lazy smirk.
“Sure you won't need help, Kansas?”
“Doubt it,” Sam snorts. “What about you, babe?”
“I think we'll manage.”
“See you, then” Dean grins. He kind of wouldn't mind a second 'date', if it goes anything like the first.
“Yeah,” Faith grins and leers. “We'll see about that.”
Fandom: Supernatural/Buffy: the Vampire Slayer.
Warnings: Smut.
Characters/couples: Faith/Dean, Sam, Buffy.
Summary: The blood he's kind of meh, but not the pissy look the girl has until she smirks and Dean decides this is probably the closest he has to an idea of heaven.
Rating: NC17.
Notes: Written for springkink: Crossover: Supernatural/BtVS, Dean/Faith: bad girls, sex in a car - "Hey, hey, I saved the world today." "You're not the only one."
Like Peas in a Pod
“Say what again, Sammy?”
Sam grins, a mix of smugness and wariness that Dean hates because it means a headache for sure. No matter how much he loves his job, there's a difference between liking it and getting delievered a big fat double portion of demon-knuckles.
“Hell's mouth. It's a place where the barrier between this world and hell is easier to break, so demons and supernatural beings--”
“I know what Hell's mouth is,” Dean snorts, rolling his eyes, because few hunters had been left without knowing after that L.A. Town got blown away by demonic power. “So, okay. There's this bitch to deal with. How many after this-- no, I don't wanna know, do I?”
Sam looks at the laptop for a moment, eyes going from top to bottom in like four seconds and Dean helps himself to more comfort in the shape of greasy food. Then Sam looks at him with the same 'oh-shit' look and Dean groans.
He shouldn't have asked.
*
Dean thinks he might have given a wrong turn. Sammy's fault, of course. Or perhaps they had gotten to a motel and the porno had been particularly boring and the sex hadn't been interesting, 'cause now he's staring at all these chicks fighting, and it's like cheerleading squad fighting monsters.
Which he would have never guessed it was one of his kinks, but there you go. Every day you find something new.
It's not until this brunette wearing jeans and a really awesome set of knives almost throws a fucking thing twice her size against his car that Dean realizes that there is no fucking way in every single hell that he would ever dream of something happening to his baby like that.
“Hey!” he calls as he walks out the door, taking off his got Sam slamming the door closed, too. He shoots the big ugly so that the girl turns to look at him. “Watch it! I just waxed her!”
The chick says gives both him and Sam and then his car a once over, so Dean thinks it's fair he does the same and damn, is he glad they ever came here, that with the tight jeans and tiny top and sweaty skin. Lots of fighting and lots of sexy girls. The blood he's kind of meh, but not the pissy look the girl has until she smirks and Dean decides this is probably the closest he has to an idea of heaven.
“Yoursweet ride and dimples won't help you here,” the chick says before she turns on her heal after a tiny blond girl yells a 'FAITH!' while she's snapping heads as if they were nuts and the brunette runs. “Don't want mess on your car, move it!”
Dean grins as he turns towards the Impala, taking off his machete and then giving Sam his keys. “Take my girl somewhere safe, Sammy.”
“What? Dean, wh-DEAN!”
But he's kinda busy by then.
Disneyland for Hunters! Who'dda thought?
*
Later he's the second best kind of bruised and sore and tired that there is, and he has a grin from face to face while Sam is kind of glaring at him a lot, even though he seems to have made friends with Tiny Blonde Chick from before and they're helping with the injured Slayers.
Brunette, however, looks at him and raises an eyebrow, cocking a hip and Dean decides it's a good times as ever to look at her again.
“You made it! Well, there's rookies luck for ya, I guess.”
“Rookie?” Dean ignores Sam's snort as he frowns for a moment before he smirks, too. “Babe, I've been on the business since I was four.”
“And still a rookie! You must have a lot of dedication here, tiger.”
“You wanna see my dedication, you better have something stiff to drink.”
“I'll give you something stiff alright.”
“Oh, god,” Buffy says, turning to look at him. “Are they flirting? They can't be flirting.”
“They're flirting,” Sam concedes, sighing.
*
They trade stories with a bottle of whisky between them, over the side. They take it straight from the bottle as Dean shows her the slashes he got over his arm, tells her about the one on his leg, shrugs about the ones on his back. Faith matches him scar for scar, scary story for scary story, and Dean kinda almost forgets right down the middle of the way they've been flirting with each other, because it's easy like this, too easy perhaps, and was it not for the alcohol he'd be kind of creeped out at that.
At least Faith helps distract him by dropping a hand on his thigh, moving her hand down the inside of his thigh and giving him this amazing little smile.
Dean grins back.
“... hey, I was telling you about the time we saved the world, babe.”
“Been there, done that,” Faith says, and then she leans against his shoulder, bites his neck and her hand gets very familiar with his dick, which is reminding Dean all the nice reasons why it's good to be alive. “I'd rather hear that you've an idea where we can go.”
“Not up for exhibicionism, are you?” Dean says, gasping a little as she squeezes his dick through his jeans.
“I don't think B or your baby bro over there would let us,” Faith answers and Dean decides that he doesn't quite care much, but still, he'd rather risk no interruptions if possible.
*
He doubts for a moment, as he searches for his keys with a mouthful, handful, armful and lots of -ful of Slayer, mainly because mixing Impala with sex has always made him feel kind of iffy, the way he supposes most people would think, bringing someone to their house and their rooms to have sex with, bringing something into his haven. Then Faith damn pushes him against the car and turns him around and then her mouth is on his, all teasing tongue and fucking amazing hands undoing his belt and Dean kind of gets distracted about being weirded out, moving his hands to take off her shirt, cup her breasts, then move his hands down her back to the sweet curve of her ass.
“Open, now,” Faith murmurs, grinding against him, and Dean nods, opening the door. Faith grins again and pushes him inside, barely pausing a moment to push down and off her jeans and straddling him, pushing his hands away and she slides the condom over his dick and she teases her own pussy with it before sliding down on it, grinning at him before she pretty much starts using him as her personal vibrator. Which, considering how hot she is, is okay with Dean.
So he curls his hands to her hips for leverage and keeps his eyes open as Faith plays with her own nipples, as she slides a hand down to her pussy and works her own clit and goddamn, he enjoys the ride.
*
“We're heading down south,” Sam tells Buffy since, the creep, it seems they became fast meaningul friends. Dean would roll his eyes, but he and Faith are still taking advantage of the whole 'probably won't see each other again' and are still locking lips, his hand flirting with the fly of Faith's jeans, Faith sucking at his tongue.
“The best of lucks,” Buffy says, a little too cheery. Faith chuckles against his mouth before pushing him away, giving him a lazy smirk.
“Sure you won't need help, Kansas?”
“Doubt it,” Sam snorts. “What about you, babe?”
“I think we'll manage.”
“See you, then” Dean grins. He kind of wouldn't mind a second 'date', if it goes anything like the first.
“Yeah,” Faith grins and leers. “We'll see about that.”