Romeo and Juliet are together for eternity
Dean faced terrible evil monsters in his time, he’d bested death on numerous occasions, taken fool-hardy risks to save lives. So he forgot the turkey, people ate too much at Christmas anyway. With a smidgeon of sweet talk Faith wouldn’t care, right?
Dean could pretend all he wanted but he was gonna be so dead. And Sammy that yellow bellied wuss fled early to Megan’s flat for her Christmas Eve party, leaving Dean to face the music alone when Faith arrived home. She was allowed five minutes tops at being mad at him about his out of character forgetfulness, because he could get belligerent if pushed. And not to worry, he’d come up with a good solution about what to put on the table for tomorrow’s festive lunch.
Processed sliced ham bought from the gas station store on his way home, if wrapped in rolls with a toothpick skewer would substitute for turkey tomorrow. What would be the difference? Ham was a Christmas dish.
Dean decided to take a shower and get all spruced up to get ready for Megan’s Christmas party. He stood under the comforting warm spray of the shower.
Faith pulled back the plastic shower curtain and stepped into the shower stall, firmly but not roughly pushing him aside. Her hair hung in wet straggles already from the December rain outside. Her skin’s overall temperature mimicked a defrosting frozen chicken’s.
“I would’ve given you a ride from the bus stop. You shoulda called me.” Dean admonished her caringly. He moved to leave her to wash in peace.
“No, wait a sec.” Faith blocked his way, edging him into the corner of the shower stall. She turned up the temperature in the shower. She tilted her head back and let the welcome hot water remove the chill from her body. “How come you never came straight with me ‘bout selling your soul to a demon to save Sam, after your baby bro saved your ass in turn?”
She wasn’t screaming at him. She seemed… curious?
“Who told you? Buffy?” Dean should have been the one being antsy about Buffy Summers arrival in his new hometown it seemed.
“Yeah, wicked jolly little encounter, being nearly made to look a dick in front of her, not knowing vital shit about my own boyfriend.” Faith let the shower spray keep washing over her in a hot soothing flow.
“Nearly a dick?” Dean kept a casual expression on his face. He might survive this with his balls intact, stranger things happened and he’d seen most of them.
“I pretended I knew it all like you, baby, and waited to see what she spilled.” Faith turned around to let the water heat up her back. “So why didn’t ya tell me, huh?”
“Well not to sugarcoat, sweetheart, why rock the boat?” Dean smiled dangerously, prepared to launch a verbal counter strike at any second. There were a few things she kept secret from him he could bring up in turn. Like hello, turning evil in ’99. “I’m not going to Hell, spring next year. I never thought I would deep down once Sam swore he’d find a way to get me out of the contract. I didn’t wanna upset you that’s all.”
“Fuck, you’re a devious son of a bitch sometimes.” Faith shampooed her hair, scrunching her eyes shut against the lather. ‘It makes total sense that you wanted to spend your last days on Earth with me, I’m completely hot I know.”
Faith smirked.
“Nope, you’re kidding yourself, sister,” Dean leaned over waiting for the suds to leave her face so he could start kissing her. “I’ve stuck around, not because you’re such a cool chick or anything, but because I’m gonna join a local cricket team next summer. That way I can find a use for that fugly sweater you’re intending to palm off to me tomorrow.”
“The green sweater, I’ve been working on for the past six months?” Faith pressed close to him as his calloused clean hands began to wander familiarly over her body. “Au freaking contraire, Dean, I knitted the woolly abortion for Sam and am gonna fake being real hurt if he doesn’t wear it every day for the next week.” Faith had never forgotten the cigarette trick Sam played on her in Canada. “Let’s see the freak get laid in that number.”
They began to make love hurriedly, conscious of the time factor and the shower water about to run cold on them. Dean long ago learned he could get Faith to come fast if he penetrated her at the right angle and rubbed his thumb backwards and forwards lightly over her clit. Faith only ever needed to clench her internal muscles hard a couple of times to make Dean lose his load on cue.
“Jesus Christ!” Faith stared straight into his eyes as they climaxed together. Dean almost managed to say 'I love you' but ended up grunting - same as usual.
"Dean, that was fuckin' amazing!" Faith informed him excitedly as he pulled out from her.
“Uh thanks, I’m sexually amazing in the sack yeah. But that was just a quickie, Faith.” Dean climbed out of the shower and grabbed a towel. “Unless you’ve been faking all along, and with me how could you? Can’t believe the earth moved for you that much.”
“The screw was just okay, but we got off at the exact same time. Do y’know how freaking rare that is?” Faith enthused, staying behind in the shower to shave her legs.
“So we’re soul mates?” Dean filled up the bathroom sink with water to shave.
“No, it was just a wicked unusual coincidence.” Faith switched her razor to her other leg. “Hey and Dean, you didn’t feel me up when I first got into the shower with you. What are ya hiding this time, bud?”
Dean took a deep breath and prepared to bullshit about how cold ham would be fine to serve up to Sam and Craig tomorrow. His girlfriend was a slayer, she could understand dark dealings with demons, but sadly Faith remained a chick.
The 'selling his soul pact' remained the last big secret between them so nothing else should matter from here on in. The time for secrets and lies ended between them half an hour ago.
Dean squirted shaving foam on his hand. "Bad news, the local supermarket sold out of turkey by one o'clock. I tried eight different supermarkets before I needed to go pick up Sam - no joy, please don't be mad at me, Faith."
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THE END
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Gwyneth Paltrow moment - And a huge thank you to all who reviewed and recced. Many thanks to JennyLal for Irish intelligence,Allen Pitt for letting me bounce story ideas off her and pointing out to me facts about Faith’s past I never considered and Vesica for answering a Faith Question.
Beautiful Picture below by Muses Inspiration check out her website on my friends page.
Dean could pretend all he wanted but he was gonna be so dead. And Sammy that yellow bellied wuss fled early to Megan’s flat for her Christmas Eve party, leaving Dean to face the music alone when Faith arrived home. She was allowed five minutes tops at being mad at him about his out of character forgetfulness, because he could get belligerent if pushed. And not to worry, he’d come up with a good solution about what to put on the table for tomorrow’s festive lunch.
Processed sliced ham bought from the gas station store on his way home, if wrapped in rolls with a toothpick skewer would substitute for turkey tomorrow. What would be the difference? Ham was a Christmas dish.
Dean decided to take a shower and get all spruced up to get ready for Megan’s Christmas party. He stood under the comforting warm spray of the shower.
Faith pulled back the plastic shower curtain and stepped into the shower stall, firmly but not roughly pushing him aside. Her hair hung in wet straggles already from the December rain outside. Her skin’s overall temperature mimicked a defrosting frozen chicken’s.
“I would’ve given you a ride from the bus stop. You shoulda called me.” Dean admonished her caringly. He moved to leave her to wash in peace.
“No, wait a sec.” Faith blocked his way, edging him into the corner of the shower stall. She turned up the temperature in the shower. She tilted her head back and let the welcome hot water remove the chill from her body. “How come you never came straight with me ‘bout selling your soul to a demon to save Sam, after your baby bro saved your ass in turn?”
She wasn’t screaming at him. She seemed… curious?
“Who told you? Buffy?” Dean should have been the one being antsy about Buffy Summers arrival in his new hometown it seemed.
“Yeah, wicked jolly little encounter, being nearly made to look a dick in front of her, not knowing vital shit about my own boyfriend.” Faith let the shower spray keep washing over her in a hot soothing flow.
“Nearly a dick?” Dean kept a casual expression on his face. He might survive this with his balls intact, stranger things happened and he’d seen most of them.
“I pretended I knew it all like you, baby, and waited to see what she spilled.” Faith turned around to let the water heat up her back. “So why didn’t ya tell me, huh?”
“Well not to sugarcoat, sweetheart, why rock the boat?” Dean smiled dangerously, prepared to launch a verbal counter strike at any second. There were a few things she kept secret from him he could bring up in turn. Like hello, turning evil in ’99. “I’m not going to Hell, spring next year. I never thought I would deep down once Sam swore he’d find a way to get me out of the contract. I didn’t wanna upset you that’s all.”
“Fuck, you’re a devious son of a bitch sometimes.” Faith shampooed her hair, scrunching her eyes shut against the lather. ‘It makes total sense that you wanted to spend your last days on Earth with me, I’m completely hot I know.”
Faith smirked.
“Nope, you’re kidding yourself, sister,” Dean leaned over waiting for the suds to leave her face so he could start kissing her. “I’ve stuck around, not because you’re such a cool chick or anything, but because I’m gonna join a local cricket team next summer. That way I can find a use for that fugly sweater you’re intending to palm off to me tomorrow.”
“The green sweater, I’ve been working on for the past six months?” Faith pressed close to him as his calloused clean hands began to wander familiarly over her body. “Au freaking contraire, Dean, I knitted the woolly abortion for Sam and am gonna fake being real hurt if he doesn’t wear it every day for the next week.” Faith had never forgotten the cigarette trick Sam played on her in Canada. “Let’s see the freak get laid in that number.”
They began to make love hurriedly, conscious of the time factor and the shower water about to run cold on them. Dean long ago learned he could get Faith to come fast if he penetrated her at the right angle and rubbed his thumb backwards and forwards lightly over her clit. Faith only ever needed to clench her internal muscles hard a couple of times to make Dean lose his load on cue.
“Jesus Christ!” Faith stared straight into his eyes as they climaxed together. Dean almost managed to say 'I love you' but ended up grunting - same as usual.
"Dean, that was fuckin' amazing!" Faith informed him excitedly as he pulled out from her.
“Uh thanks, I’m sexually amazing in the sack yeah. But that was just a quickie, Faith.” Dean climbed out of the shower and grabbed a towel. “Unless you’ve been faking all along, and with me how could you? Can’t believe the earth moved for you that much.”
“The screw was just okay, but we got off at the exact same time. Do y’know how freaking rare that is?” Faith enthused, staying behind in the shower to shave her legs.
“So we’re soul mates?” Dean filled up the bathroom sink with water to shave.
“No, it was just a wicked unusual coincidence.” Faith switched her razor to her other leg. “Hey and Dean, you didn’t feel me up when I first got into the shower with you. What are ya hiding this time, bud?”
Dean took a deep breath and prepared to bullshit about how cold ham would be fine to serve up to Sam and Craig tomorrow. His girlfriend was a slayer, she could understand dark dealings with demons, but sadly Faith remained a chick.
The 'selling his soul pact' remained the last big secret between them so nothing else should matter from here on in. The time for secrets and lies ended between them half an hour ago.
Dean squirted shaving foam on his hand. "Bad news, the local supermarket sold out of turkey by one o'clock. I tried eight different supermarkets before I needed to go pick up Sam - no joy, please don't be mad at me, Faith."
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THE END
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Gwyneth Paltrow moment - And a huge thank you to all who reviewed and recced. Many thanks to JennyLal for Irish intelligence,Allen Pitt for letting me bounce story ideas off her and pointing out to me facts about Faith’s past I never considered and Vesica for answering a Faith Question.
Beautiful Picture below by Muses Inspiration check out her website on my friends page.