Bloodlines deleted scene: I Got You Babe
Fandom: Buffyverse / SPN
Description: After a number of parents claim angels instructed them to kill their young children, Sam and Dean link the cases to the same fertility clinic.
Rated: 14+
Warnings: Sex talk (medical / fertility)
Characters: Dean, Faith, Sam, Bobby, misc. OCs
Ships: Faith / Dean
Spoilers / Timeline: Post "After the Fall" / AU BtVS S8. SPN: S5 - ish
Words: 789
Disclaimer: This is an unauthorised work of fiction featuring characters from the series Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, and Supernatural. I claim no ownership of the above and I’m making no profit of any kind.
Bonus notes: This was meant to be the second "episode", where I (re)introduced the angels, Wolfram and Hart, the Watchers Council / Slayer Nation, as well as some UST between Dean and Faith, but I couldn't quite get it all to work.
Series masterpost | AO3
The hostess opened a second oven and pulled out a different casserole, already baked.
“When the timer goes off, everything should be nice and brown and bubbly on top. Let it cool down on the counter for about fifteen minutes. While you’re waiting for that, grab your knife - make sure it’s sharp. Go wake the kids up, tell them you’re going for ice cream. Drive them somewhere pretty far from the city.
“Once you’re there, take your knife, and stab them in the heart. Make sure you burn the bodies after. They’re possessed by demons, Anita, and this is the only way their souls will be welcomed into Heaven.”
“Mr. and Mrs. Elliot, I’m Dr. Weiss, the head OB. Why don’t you start by telling me a bit about yourselves?”
Dean squirmed in his seat a bit. “Well, uh, let’s see. We got hitched - what would you say, hon?”
“Two years ago," she said flatly.
“Two years. Right at Christmas, church was beautiful. Not as beautiful as my schnoogums, of course.” He clapped a hand down on Faith’s knee and beamed. When the doctor bowed his head to write something on his pad, Faith quickly looked at Dean with murder in her eyes.
“How often do you have unprotected sex?”
“Lots,” Dean assured him with a smirk and a nod. “Lots and lots. Sometimes three or four times a -“
“- Month.”
“- Day." Dean chuckled. "Week.”
“It says here you’ve had problems conceiving. Low sperm count,” Dr. Weiss read off the file. Dean's smile disappeared.
“Wait, what?”
“It’s all him," Faith pointed at Dean. "We can barely get going before the show’s over. All blanks, too.”
"Hey!"
“I will be back in a few minutes, then I’ll have you both go with my nurses for your physicals.”
“’Physicals’?” Faith blanched.
“There’s some blood work, a check of your hormone levels. I need to determine the health of your organs, and we’ll take samples. If there is an issue with either your eggs or your sperm, you may want look at donors. Possibly a surrogate.”
“Right, right,” Dean nodded uncomfortably. “I don’t think there will be any problem with that.”
“Of course. Be right back.”
Dr. Weiss collected some files and left the office. Faith moved to the door to stand watch while Dean took the doctor’s seat. He inserted the thumb drive into a USB port on the computer tower.
“Three times a day? You wish,” Faith sniped. “I’d like to see you go twice.” She peeked through the blinds.
“I don’t shoot blanks. There’s at least one kid out there who may or may not actually be mine,” Dean retorted. He grabbed his phone and hit speed dial.
“So you’re dumb and you’ve probably got the Clap on top of it. Thanks for the heads up.”
The line clicked.
“Are you done?” Sam’s voice overlapped with Faith’s.
“I don’t have the Clap,” Dean hissed back at her.
“Congratulations?” Sam sounded disturbed.
“Sammy? Ignore that.”
“Trying.” Sam cleared his throat.
“Did you get in?”
“We will, once the program breaks the encryption. Did the cloaking spell work?” Dean checked the USB port and saw nothing.
“Like a charm.”
“You’re done, get out of there.”
“Good timing. They wanted me to, uh, make a donation.”
“I’m ignoring that, too.”
“Dr. Strangelove incoming,” Faith warned as she returned to her seat.
“See you soon.” Dean snapped his phone closed and slid into his original chair before the door opened.
Dr. Weiss stared at the door after they left. His phone rang.
“What is it?” he answered.
“Sir," replied one of the clinic nurses. "The system’s detected a security breach.”
“What sort of security breach?”
“Check your equipment. Your last clients may have brought something in.”
The doctor shut his eyes and held out his hand.
“May the veil be lifted.”
The air beside the computer tower shimmered slightly, and the thumb drive appeared. Weiss barked rapidfire orders into the receiver.
“Stop 'Mr. and Mrs. Elliot' from leaving the building. Run a full background check - Richard and Caroline Elliot; referring doctor: Andre Young, Witchita. Find out who they are. I want to know everything.”
“What about the device?”
“Trace it and send a team. Tell them to kill everyone they find.”
“Nice dress," Sam nodded at her outfit.
“Shut up.”
“I can’t believe you said I had problems," Dean whined. "My pipes work 100%.”
“There are some things you just need to keep to yourself, boy," Bobby said as he wheeled into the den. Sam rolled his eyes.
“We needed a reason for you to go to a fertility clinic.”
“Why’d the problem have to be with me?”
“Because you can’t kill me." Dean made a face at his brother.
“We’ll see.”
Description: After a number of parents claim angels instructed them to kill their young children, Sam and Dean link the cases to the same fertility clinic.
Rated: 14+
Warnings: Sex talk (medical / fertility)
Characters: Dean, Faith, Sam, Bobby, misc. OCs
Ships: Faith / Dean
Spoilers / Timeline: Post "After the Fall" / AU BtVS S8. SPN: S5 - ish
Words: 789
Disclaimer: This is an unauthorised work of fiction featuring characters from the series Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, and Supernatural. I claim no ownership of the above and I’m making no profit of any kind.
Bonus notes: This was meant to be the second "episode", where I (re)introduced the angels, Wolfram and Hart, the Watchers Council / Slayer Nation, as well as some UST between Dean and Faith, but I couldn't quite get it all to work.
Series masterpost | AO3
The hostess opened a second oven and pulled out a different casserole, already baked.
“When the timer goes off, everything should be nice and brown and bubbly on top. Let it cool down on the counter for about fifteen minutes. While you’re waiting for that, grab your knife - make sure it’s sharp. Go wake the kids up, tell them you’re going for ice cream. Drive them somewhere pretty far from the city.
“Once you’re there, take your knife, and stab them in the heart. Make sure you burn the bodies after. They’re possessed by demons, Anita, and this is the only way their souls will be welcomed into Heaven.”
“Mr. and Mrs. Elliot, I’m Dr. Weiss, the head OB. Why don’t you start by telling me a bit about yourselves?”
Dean squirmed in his seat a bit. “Well, uh, let’s see. We got hitched - what would you say, hon?”
“Two years ago," she said flatly.
“Two years. Right at Christmas, church was beautiful. Not as beautiful as my schnoogums, of course.” He clapped a hand down on Faith’s knee and beamed. When the doctor bowed his head to write something on his pad, Faith quickly looked at Dean with murder in her eyes.
“How often do you have unprotected sex?”
“Lots,” Dean assured him with a smirk and a nod. “Lots and lots. Sometimes three or four times a -“
“- Month.”
“- Day." Dean chuckled. "Week.”
“It says here you’ve had problems conceiving. Low sperm count,” Dr. Weiss read off the file. Dean's smile disappeared.
“Wait, what?”
“It’s all him," Faith pointed at Dean. "We can barely get going before the show’s over. All blanks, too.”
"Hey!"
“I will be back in a few minutes, then I’ll have you both go with my nurses for your physicals.”
“’Physicals’?” Faith blanched.
“There’s some blood work, a check of your hormone levels. I need to determine the health of your organs, and we’ll take samples. If there is an issue with either your eggs or your sperm, you may want look at donors. Possibly a surrogate.”
“Right, right,” Dean nodded uncomfortably. “I don’t think there will be any problem with that.”
“Of course. Be right back.”
Dr. Weiss collected some files and left the office. Faith moved to the door to stand watch while Dean took the doctor’s seat. He inserted the thumb drive into a USB port on the computer tower.
“Three times a day? You wish,” Faith sniped. “I’d like to see you go twice.” She peeked through the blinds.
“I don’t shoot blanks. There’s at least one kid out there who may or may not actually be mine,” Dean retorted. He grabbed his phone and hit speed dial.
“So you’re dumb and you’ve probably got the Clap on top of it. Thanks for the heads up.”
The line clicked.
“Are you done?” Sam’s voice overlapped with Faith’s.
“I don’t have the Clap,” Dean hissed back at her.
“Congratulations?” Sam sounded disturbed.
“Sammy? Ignore that.”
“Trying.” Sam cleared his throat.
“Did you get in?”
“We will, once the program breaks the encryption. Did the cloaking spell work?” Dean checked the USB port and saw nothing.
“Like a charm.”
“You’re done, get out of there.”
“Good timing. They wanted me to, uh, make a donation.”
“I’m ignoring that, too.”
“Dr. Strangelove incoming,” Faith warned as she returned to her seat.
“See you soon.” Dean snapped his phone closed and slid into his original chair before the door opened.
Dr. Weiss stared at the door after they left. His phone rang.
“What is it?” he answered.
“Sir," replied one of the clinic nurses. "The system’s detected a security breach.”
“What sort of security breach?”
“Check your equipment. Your last clients may have brought something in.”
The doctor shut his eyes and held out his hand.
“May the veil be lifted.”
The air beside the computer tower shimmered slightly, and the thumb drive appeared. Weiss barked rapidfire orders into the receiver.
“Stop 'Mr. and Mrs. Elliot' from leaving the building. Run a full background check - Richard and Caroline Elliot; referring doctor: Andre Young, Witchita. Find out who they are. I want to know everything.”
“What about the device?”
“Trace it and send a team. Tell them to kill everyone they find.”
“Nice dress," Sam nodded at her outfit.
“Shut up.”
“I can’t believe you said I had problems," Dean whined. "My pipes work 100%.”
“There are some things you just need to keep to yourself, boy," Bobby said as he wheeled into the den. Sam rolled his eyes.
“We needed a reason for you to go to a fertility clinic.”
“Why’d the problem have to be with me?”
“Because you can’t kill me." Dean made a face at his brother.
“We’ll see.”