Faith in You Part Seven
Chapter Seven Pretty when you cry
Dean gulped his beer thirstily, feeling jaded by life. Dean was sitting in a corner of the bar Rory had taken them to. Dean was wondering what the hell kind of place this was? A pub that let people in with werewolf blood splashed on their jeans obviously.
Faith and Rory were dancing up a storm on the dance floor. Slam dancing in front of the band playing live on the stage. Dean was minding their drinks. Texting back and forth to Sam his evening’s adventures.
‘2 N 10Z 4 ME BRO’ Sam had sent back to Dean’s amusement. A scraping chair noise made Dean look up. Scowling a young blonde man took without asking one of the seats at their table.
“Seat’s taken sorry pal,” Dean said automatically, poised to send his next message to Sam.
“I’ll move before your slayer bitch girlfriend gets here.” The guy said in a Germanic accent. “Did you know she’s a slut, a traitor, a murderer of an unarmed human? Did you know she went to prison for it? The slayer never served her sentence. Her witch friend helped her fake her own death.”
“Did you know she’s applying for British citizenship, at the moment? Her favourite band at the moment is 'The Killers'.” Dean offered in return, smiling sarcastically “Why are you telling me the old stuff?”
“Consider me a friend.” The guy said, his eyes looked like an animals for a second. The man got up and left. 'Okay' Dean thought.
Faith and Rory came back. “Who was that guy?” Faith said dropping in her chair and gulping back beer.
Dean tried out sounding like Rory, “Buggered if I know, darling.”
Rory went off to get another jug of beer.
“He must have said something D.” Faith nagged. She opened her pack of Morley’s and lit up.
“You’re a slut, you murdered someone, Willow helped you get out of doing the time for it, by faking your death and oh yeah, you’re a traitor.” Dean sipped his beer. “Fucked huh? Most people just want change for the slot machine.”
Faith took a long drag and scrutinised him behind her protective veil of smoke. “Do you believe it of me?”
Dean realised he had to choose his next words carefully if he ever wanted to be with her again.
“Yeah, all except you being a traitor, I could never see that in the woman you are now huh? And what’s a slut anyways? Just a girl who’s had one more partner than the guy who’s pissed off at her. Hey I’ve faked my own death too. Kinda goes with the territory in our line of work.”
Faith looked at him in a way Dean couldn’t interpret. Dean knew that Rory’s words of advice had been pounding in his head all evening. “Fuck her in the club bog, if you have to.” But the queue for the women’s restrooms was going out the door.
So Dean leaned forward trying out kissing her harshly instead. Desperately trying to get his and her mind off Kennedy’s death. Faith tasted of cigarettes and beer and she wrapped her arms round his neck like a drowning woman.
“Get a room you two.” Rory said cheerfully, plonking three beer jugs in front of them. A young woman from Texas was with him whom Dean was introduced to as Vi. It turned out she was another slayer who had known Kennedy.
Faith and Vi took to the dance floor once more making every heterosexual male in the room turn their heads. Dean gazed over at them performing basically clothed sex on each other, it made the blood in his brain flow straight to his dick.
“Vi’s just come back from taking out a nest of vampires in Brixton, she’s hyped as well.” Rory said rolling a strange looking herb in cigarette papers. “Want one mate, it’s legal?”
Dean nodded he smoked the literal ‘magic weed,’ and found the pub suddenly seemed a more pleasant place, and his cares were far away.
Rory cast a little protection spell over their drinks and table, persuading Dean to join the girls on the dance floor with him.
Dean put his hands on Faiths hips dancing along with her. He’d normally be stiff and self conscious or so drunk he couldn’t stand up properly let alone dance. This evening whatever he was on that Rory had given him, had blessed him with rhythm. He felt Faith writhe in front of him in time to the music. Dean sang along with her and everyone else on the dance floor to the songs chorus.
He saw Rory slide his hand under Vi’s top and wink at him. Vi turned round and kissed Rory open mouthed with lust. He felt Faith’s voice in his ear, but couldn’t hear what she was saying. He led her through the crowd to an outside balcony.
“Sorry what?” he yelled at her, as if far away.
“I said, did it turn you on? Watching them kiss like that.” Faith said in a normal voice lighting a cigarette.
“Only if it had been you and her sweetheart” Dean smirked, mesmerised by the glowing tip of her cigarette.
“I don’t do threesomes.” Faith confessed wryly “Call me insecure, call me paranoid, I’d worry the other two wouldn’t like me.”
“Yeah, when there are three people someone always feels left out.” Dean said thinking of how great it could be when it was just him and his brother, or him and his Dad. Then thought of fights that occurred when the three Winchesters were in the same house.
“I think I’m falling in love with you Faith.” he told her seriously. A wave of nausea overcame him, and he joined two other people throwing up over the balcony.
Faith leaned over the balcony finishing her cigarette. Peering at him in concern, “Did you smoke anything that asshole Rory offered you?”
“Yeah,” Dean heaved again, his stomach muscles protesting. His eyes streamed from the smoke from Faith’s cigarette drifting in his face. He hung over the balcony recovering and could hear a guy hitting on Faith above his head.
“I’m with him lover seriously.” Faith sparkled, at some Aussie back packer he couldn’t see above his head.
“Faith darl, if you were me girlfriend, I wouldn’t leave you all neglected like he’s doin’ if you get me drift yeah?” He heard the guy say.
Dean pulled himself together and stood upright. “She’s with me dude thanks for your concern.”
He put his arm round Faith waist and dragged her back inside. He felt a second wave of euphoria hit him. Flooded with happy adreline he led her back on the dance floor.
Dean wasn’t aware that time had passed until Rory tapped him on the shoulder mouthing ‘come home with us’ at him. Dean sat in the backseat of the cab, squashed enjoyably between Faith and Vi.
He vaguely wondered if Rory was going to offer him the magical equivalent of cocaine next back at his flat. Dean was in that frame of mind to try it out if so. Rory’s flat was a pigsty but to Dean’s body’s relief no further drugs were offered. With slayer strength Vi dragged Rory off to the bedroom.
Dean was led by Faith to the spare bedroom which was thankfully clean. He sank on the bed, feeling the room spin. Faith unzipped her black velvet mini dress and stood in front of him in red bra and panties, expectantly.
Dean pulled her down on top of him and kissed her softly. He could feel her frustration as he was tender and considerate in his appreciation of her body. She clawed at his back desperately. Dean could hardly feel it. He wondered it Rory had offered him the drug out of spite.
“Look Faith I’m sorry,” Dean told her holding her still. “I can’t give you what you need tonight. I don't even know if I can get it up after taking that drug. You want me to treat you like shit right? So you can forget about Kennedy for a minute. I can’t do it okay? I love you Faith and I’m real sorry your friend died.”
Faith got out of bed and punched a hole in the wall. Dean looked at it abstractedly, the pattern was kinda symmetrical.
Faith looked at him furiously. Dean went over to her and hugged her. “You don’t have to get punished to feel sad Faith you’re not bad.”
‘Fuck Dean are you a shrink now is that it?” Faith said exasperated and frustrated. “I’m going to the living room to drink until I pass out, don't wait up.”
“No!” warned Dean annoyed. Knowing exactly where that would lead. “You’ll just stagger out of the house, halfway through your getting wasted self pity session looking for a fight, looking to get laid.”
“What’s that to you Dean pal?” Faith snapped at him in frustrated hatred, pulling her dress half back on.
“I love you bitch and I’ll slit your throat if you screw anyone but me.” Dean and Faith looked at each other delighted. Dean walked over and raked his nails down Faith’s bare back experimentally so it drew blood.
“We’re in business babe.” Dean told her triumphantly. He walked her back against the wall and pushed her panties aside thrusting into her roughly. He put his hand over her mouth and slowly moved in and out of her, while cruelly biting her neck over her scar. He thrust over and over again harder than he had before with any woman, knowing Faith could take it, Faith started to moan gutturally as she came. The sound triggered Dean’s own release. Faith burst into tears on his shoulder.
Dean laid her back down on the bed holding her in a firm embrace. Faith sobbed her heart out in his arms.
“Christ, Faith.” Dean said kissing her forehead in despair. “It doesn’t have to be like this.”
Dean gulped his beer thirstily, feeling jaded by life. Dean was sitting in a corner of the bar Rory had taken them to. Dean was wondering what the hell kind of place this was? A pub that let people in with werewolf blood splashed on their jeans obviously.
Faith and Rory were dancing up a storm on the dance floor. Slam dancing in front of the band playing live on the stage. Dean was minding their drinks. Texting back and forth to Sam his evening’s adventures.
‘2 N 10Z 4 ME BRO’ Sam had sent back to Dean’s amusement. A scraping chair noise made Dean look up. Scowling a young blonde man took without asking one of the seats at their table.
“Seat’s taken sorry pal,” Dean said automatically, poised to send his next message to Sam.
“I’ll move before your slayer bitch girlfriend gets here.” The guy said in a Germanic accent. “Did you know she’s a slut, a traitor, a murderer of an unarmed human? Did you know she went to prison for it? The slayer never served her sentence. Her witch friend helped her fake her own death.”
“Did you know she’s applying for British citizenship, at the moment? Her favourite band at the moment is 'The Killers'.” Dean offered in return, smiling sarcastically “Why are you telling me the old stuff?”
“Consider me a friend.” The guy said, his eyes looked like an animals for a second. The man got up and left. 'Okay' Dean thought.
Faith and Rory came back. “Who was that guy?” Faith said dropping in her chair and gulping back beer.
Dean tried out sounding like Rory, “Buggered if I know, darling.”
Rory went off to get another jug of beer.
“He must have said something D.” Faith nagged. She opened her pack of Morley’s and lit up.
“You’re a slut, you murdered someone, Willow helped you get out of doing the time for it, by faking your death and oh yeah, you’re a traitor.” Dean sipped his beer. “Fucked huh? Most people just want change for the slot machine.”
Faith took a long drag and scrutinised him behind her protective veil of smoke. “Do you believe it of me?”
Dean realised he had to choose his next words carefully if he ever wanted to be with her again.
“Yeah, all except you being a traitor, I could never see that in the woman you are now huh? And what’s a slut anyways? Just a girl who’s had one more partner than the guy who’s pissed off at her. Hey I’ve faked my own death too. Kinda goes with the territory in our line of work.”
Faith looked at him in a way Dean couldn’t interpret. Dean knew that Rory’s words of advice had been pounding in his head all evening. “Fuck her in the club bog, if you have to.” But the queue for the women’s restrooms was going out the door.
So Dean leaned forward trying out kissing her harshly instead. Desperately trying to get his and her mind off Kennedy’s death. Faith tasted of cigarettes and beer and she wrapped her arms round his neck like a drowning woman.
“Get a room you two.” Rory said cheerfully, plonking three beer jugs in front of them. A young woman from Texas was with him whom Dean was introduced to as Vi. It turned out she was another slayer who had known Kennedy.
Faith and Vi took to the dance floor once more making every heterosexual male in the room turn their heads. Dean gazed over at them performing basically clothed sex on each other, it made the blood in his brain flow straight to his dick.
“Vi’s just come back from taking out a nest of vampires in Brixton, she’s hyped as well.” Rory said rolling a strange looking herb in cigarette papers. “Want one mate, it’s legal?”
Dean nodded he smoked the literal ‘magic weed,’ and found the pub suddenly seemed a more pleasant place, and his cares were far away.
Rory cast a little protection spell over their drinks and table, persuading Dean to join the girls on the dance floor with him.
Dean put his hands on Faiths hips dancing along with her. He’d normally be stiff and self conscious or so drunk he couldn’t stand up properly let alone dance. This evening whatever he was on that Rory had given him, had blessed him with rhythm. He felt Faith writhe in front of him in time to the music. Dean sang along with her and everyone else on the dance floor to the songs chorus.
He saw Rory slide his hand under Vi’s top and wink at him. Vi turned round and kissed Rory open mouthed with lust. He felt Faith’s voice in his ear, but couldn’t hear what she was saying. He led her through the crowd to an outside balcony.
“Sorry what?” he yelled at her, as if far away.
“I said, did it turn you on? Watching them kiss like that.” Faith said in a normal voice lighting a cigarette.
“Only if it had been you and her sweetheart” Dean smirked, mesmerised by the glowing tip of her cigarette.
“I don’t do threesomes.” Faith confessed wryly “Call me insecure, call me paranoid, I’d worry the other two wouldn’t like me.”
“Yeah, when there are three people someone always feels left out.” Dean said thinking of how great it could be when it was just him and his brother, or him and his Dad. Then thought of fights that occurred when the three Winchesters were in the same house.
“I think I’m falling in love with you Faith.” he told her seriously. A wave of nausea overcame him, and he joined two other people throwing up over the balcony.
Faith leaned over the balcony finishing her cigarette. Peering at him in concern, “Did you smoke anything that asshole Rory offered you?”
“Yeah,” Dean heaved again, his stomach muscles protesting. His eyes streamed from the smoke from Faith’s cigarette drifting in his face. He hung over the balcony recovering and could hear a guy hitting on Faith above his head.
“I’m with him lover seriously.” Faith sparkled, at some Aussie back packer he couldn’t see above his head.
“Faith darl, if you were me girlfriend, I wouldn’t leave you all neglected like he’s doin’ if you get me drift yeah?” He heard the guy say.
Dean pulled himself together and stood upright. “She’s with me dude thanks for your concern.”
He put his arm round Faith waist and dragged her back inside. He felt a second wave of euphoria hit him. Flooded with happy adreline he led her back on the dance floor.
Dean wasn’t aware that time had passed until Rory tapped him on the shoulder mouthing ‘come home with us’ at him. Dean sat in the backseat of the cab, squashed enjoyably between Faith and Vi.
He vaguely wondered if Rory was going to offer him the magical equivalent of cocaine next back at his flat. Dean was in that frame of mind to try it out if so. Rory’s flat was a pigsty but to Dean’s body’s relief no further drugs were offered. With slayer strength Vi dragged Rory off to the bedroom.
Dean was led by Faith to the spare bedroom which was thankfully clean. He sank on the bed, feeling the room spin. Faith unzipped her black velvet mini dress and stood in front of him in red bra and panties, expectantly.
Dean pulled her down on top of him and kissed her softly. He could feel her frustration as he was tender and considerate in his appreciation of her body. She clawed at his back desperately. Dean could hardly feel it. He wondered it Rory had offered him the drug out of spite.
“Look Faith I’m sorry,” Dean told her holding her still. “I can’t give you what you need tonight. I don't even know if I can get it up after taking that drug. You want me to treat you like shit right? So you can forget about Kennedy for a minute. I can’t do it okay? I love you Faith and I’m real sorry your friend died.”
Faith got out of bed and punched a hole in the wall. Dean looked at it abstractedly, the pattern was kinda symmetrical.
Faith looked at him furiously. Dean went over to her and hugged her. “You don’t have to get punished to feel sad Faith you’re not bad.”
‘Fuck Dean are you a shrink now is that it?” Faith said exasperated and frustrated. “I’m going to the living room to drink until I pass out, don't wait up.”
“No!” warned Dean annoyed. Knowing exactly where that would lead. “You’ll just stagger out of the house, halfway through your getting wasted self pity session looking for a fight, looking to get laid.”
“What’s that to you Dean pal?” Faith snapped at him in frustrated hatred, pulling her dress half back on.
“I love you bitch and I’ll slit your throat if you screw anyone but me.” Dean and Faith looked at each other delighted. Dean walked over and raked his nails down Faith’s bare back experimentally so it drew blood.
“We’re in business babe.” Dean told her triumphantly. He walked her back against the wall and pushed her panties aside thrusting into her roughly. He put his hand over her mouth and slowly moved in and out of her, while cruelly biting her neck over her scar. He thrust over and over again harder than he had before with any woman, knowing Faith could take it, Faith started to moan gutturally as she came. The sound triggered Dean’s own release. Faith burst into tears on his shoulder.
Dean laid her back down on the bed holding her in a firm embrace. Faith sobbed her heart out in his arms.
“Christ, Faith.” Dean said kissing her forehead in despair. “It doesn’t have to be like this.”