Uplifting
Title: Uplifting
Author: lightdemon88
Rating: FR15ish... There's sexual connotations... I think
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke. I'm earning no money,
Prompt: Week 6 Hellfire for Winchester (Don't look at me like that, I'm not the one that touched it!)
Word Count: 1176
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Buffy Summers and Faith Lehane
Spoilers: Post "Chosen" and post, most episodes, for season 2 of Supernatural
Summary: Sam in a towel, what more do you want?
He was going to kill Dean.
That was Sam’s first thought when he got out of the shower. He thought they had put the pranks behind them, or at least, the truly embarrassing ones because this one went too far in his opinion.
Taking a few minutes to compose himself and to make sure his current predicament wasn’t due to outside sources, he gave a dejected sigh. It looked like using mind over matter wasn’t going to help in this situation.
“Damn it, Dean,” Sam sighed again. Keeping his towel wrapped around him, Sam creaked open the door to his and Dean’s room to find it empty. Seeing the door that led to the hallway of the school, Sam went straight for it, making sure to lock it. He didn’t need any surprises right now.
He walked to his dresser; only find all of them bare. Dean had really done it, making sure to take all of his clothes. Sam wondered what he did to deserve to lose all of his clothing, only to be left in a towel, that wasn’t exactly the largest one. Taking a chance, he opened the bottom drawer and cursed.
He pulled out a few pills. The bottle they came in wasn’t with them, nor did they say anything on them, but Sam knew what they were. Or at least, the effects the pills were supposed to have.
Turning to look at his bed, he saw his cell phone and thanked whoever was listening that Dean left it. He made the first call, Dean’s cell phone.
“I wouldn’t suggest calling anyone else,” Dean’s voice spoke after the first ring.
“Where are my clothes Dean?”
“Being washed, you said they needed it,” he laughed.
“You know I didn’t mean all my clothes! And what did you do to me?” he demanded.
“You’re a big boy, Sammy. I should hope by now you know what happened. It’ll wear off eventually, and you might as well use it.”
“This isn’t over, jerk.”
“I’m sure it isn’t, bitch.”
The phone call ended.
He was going to kill Dean.
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‘What the fuck was Dean’s problem?’
That was Faith’s first thought when she left the kitchen. It wasn’t that he was being an ass or anything. He was being all with the secretive and that annoyed her. If he had something to say, then he should have just said it.
“What’s up with you Dean?” she had asked when he came in the kitchen.
If she weren’t still a little tired, she would have sworn she had seen him smiling before he answered, “It’s not what’s up with me, but what’s up with Sammy?”
“What’d you do to B’s boy?” she glared at him. She was only upset because usually whenever something happened to Sam, Buffy blamed Dean and Faith, somehow. Well, sure, she may have played a prank or two on him, but she and Dean never teamed up to do it. She was not about to get blamed for this, not this time.
“Nothing bad,” he smirked. “She might actually thank me.”
“I’m sure she will,” she rolled her eyes. “Whatever it is you’re doin’, keep me out of it.”
“Like I’d let you take the glory for this one, sweetheart,” he laughed.
This one had to be good, Faith figured. The happier Dean was, the better the prank. She wanted to know what it was, but she didn’t want to get involved. “You gonna tell me what it is, at least?”
“Even better,” he said as he stole a pancake from her. “Go to our room and you’ll see what it is.”
Glaring at him, she rose from her seat and left the kitchen. Their was room was quite a distance, but for a slayer, it was nothing. She arrived at their door and could hear Sam on the inside. “This isn’t over, jerk.”
Trying the door, she found Sam had locked it. Considering her options, Faith decided to add a little force and broke the door. They had the men who could easily fix it.
“What’s going on here?” she asked as she took in the lack of clothing. Sam turned, too quick and the towel fell. In his hands were pills. Faith looked from the pills to his member and put two and two together and laughed like she never laughed before.
‘What the fuck was Dean’s problem?’ She now knew why he was being so secretive. Buffy was going to freak, but she would be happy.
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As Buffy walked toward her boyfriend’s room, she only had one thought on her mind.
‘If Dean messes with me and Sam today, I’m going to kill him.’
Okay, so she wouldn’t really kill him, but she would hurt him. Her session with the new slayers had ended and she needed some grown up time. She loved the slayers to death, they were her sister slayers, but the age difference between them was too much for her handle. It was a bit difficult to talk about her love life with a thirteen year old.
So after the session ended, she sped away from the class and went straight for Sam’s room. Though, she took a detour to the kitchen first. As she walked in one entrance, she saw Faith exiting out another. She saw Dean standing in front of the refrigerator, looking for something.
“Can you hand me a water?” she asked nicely.
“Sure,” Dean answered. He shut the door and handed her the water as he opened his own.
Taking the drink from his hand, she couldn’t help but notice the look in his eyes. Something was up and she knew she was involved.
“See something you like, Summers?” Dean smirked.
“Hardly,” she scoffed. Seeing that the conversation would not be a tame one, she left and continued her journey to Sam’s room.
After a few minutes, she neared their door and could hear laughter coming from inside. Walking a bit faster to see what was so funny, Buffy finally stood in the doorway and her jaw dropped.
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Faith saw Sam’s eyes dart to the open door behind them and she turned to see Buffy glaring right at her. She just knew she’d somehow be blamed for this.
“Don’t look at me like that. I’m not the one that touched it!”
“I’m only looking at you like this because you keep staring at my boyfriend’s penis!” Buffy screamed back.
“Oh,” Faith chuckled. “Right, I’ll, uh, just leave you two alone.”
“What happened?” Buffy asked once Faith cleared from the room.
Sam sighed as he finally picked up the towel and wrapped it around him. “Dean somehow made me ingest these pills and this is what happened.”
“He gave you Viagara?” she asked stunned.
“I don’t think it’s that, but something like it,” Sam shrugged. “And he took my clothes. He probably hoped I’d walk outside like this to find them.”
“I’m going to kill him,” Buffy spoke. “Human or not, I’m going to kill him.”
“You and me both,” Sam muttered.
Author: lightdemon88
Rating: FR15ish... There's sexual connotations... I think
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke. I'm earning no money,
Prompt: Week 6 Hellfire for Winchester (Don't look at me like that, I'm not the one that touched it!)
Word Count: 1176
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Buffy Summers and Faith Lehane
Spoilers: Post "Chosen" and post, most episodes, for season 2 of Supernatural
Summary: Sam in a towel, what more do you want?
He was going to kill Dean.
That was Sam’s first thought when he got out of the shower. He thought they had put the pranks behind them, or at least, the truly embarrassing ones because this one went too far in his opinion.
Taking a few minutes to compose himself and to make sure his current predicament wasn’t due to outside sources, he gave a dejected sigh. It looked like using mind over matter wasn’t going to help in this situation.
“Damn it, Dean,” Sam sighed again. Keeping his towel wrapped around him, Sam creaked open the door to his and Dean’s room to find it empty. Seeing the door that led to the hallway of the school, Sam went straight for it, making sure to lock it. He didn’t need any surprises right now.
He walked to his dresser; only find all of them bare. Dean had really done it, making sure to take all of his clothes. Sam wondered what he did to deserve to lose all of his clothing, only to be left in a towel, that wasn’t exactly the largest one. Taking a chance, he opened the bottom drawer and cursed.
He pulled out a few pills. The bottle they came in wasn’t with them, nor did they say anything on them, but Sam knew what they were. Or at least, the effects the pills were supposed to have.
Turning to look at his bed, he saw his cell phone and thanked whoever was listening that Dean left it. He made the first call, Dean’s cell phone.
“I wouldn’t suggest calling anyone else,” Dean’s voice spoke after the first ring.
“Where are my clothes Dean?”
“Being washed, you said they needed it,” he laughed.
“You know I didn’t mean all my clothes! And what did you do to me?” he demanded.
“You’re a big boy, Sammy. I should hope by now you know what happened. It’ll wear off eventually, and you might as well use it.”
“This isn’t over, jerk.”
“I’m sure it isn’t, bitch.”
The phone call ended.
He was going to kill Dean.
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‘What the fuck was Dean’s problem?’
That was Faith’s first thought when she left the kitchen. It wasn’t that he was being an ass or anything. He was being all with the secretive and that annoyed her. If he had something to say, then he should have just said it.
“What’s up with you Dean?” she had asked when he came in the kitchen.
If she weren’t still a little tired, she would have sworn she had seen him smiling before he answered, “It’s not what’s up with me, but what’s up with Sammy?”
“What’d you do to B’s boy?” she glared at him. She was only upset because usually whenever something happened to Sam, Buffy blamed Dean and Faith, somehow. Well, sure, she may have played a prank or two on him, but she and Dean never teamed up to do it. She was not about to get blamed for this, not this time.
“Nothing bad,” he smirked. “She might actually thank me.”
“I’m sure she will,” she rolled her eyes. “Whatever it is you’re doin’, keep me out of it.”
“Like I’d let you take the glory for this one, sweetheart,” he laughed.
This one had to be good, Faith figured. The happier Dean was, the better the prank. She wanted to know what it was, but she didn’t want to get involved. “You gonna tell me what it is, at least?”
“Even better,” he said as he stole a pancake from her. “Go to our room and you’ll see what it is.”
Glaring at him, she rose from her seat and left the kitchen. Their was room was quite a distance, but for a slayer, it was nothing. She arrived at their door and could hear Sam on the inside. “This isn’t over, jerk.”
Trying the door, she found Sam had locked it. Considering her options, Faith decided to add a little force and broke the door. They had the men who could easily fix it.
“What’s going on here?” she asked as she took in the lack of clothing. Sam turned, too quick and the towel fell. In his hands were pills. Faith looked from the pills to his member and put two and two together and laughed like she never laughed before.
‘What the fuck was Dean’s problem?’ She now knew why he was being so secretive. Buffy was going to freak, but she would be happy.
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As Buffy walked toward her boyfriend’s room, she only had one thought on her mind.
‘If Dean messes with me and Sam today, I’m going to kill him.’
Okay, so she wouldn’t really kill him, but she would hurt him. Her session with the new slayers had ended and she needed some grown up time. She loved the slayers to death, they were her sister slayers, but the age difference between them was too much for her handle. It was a bit difficult to talk about her love life with a thirteen year old.
So after the session ended, she sped away from the class and went straight for Sam’s room. Though, she took a detour to the kitchen first. As she walked in one entrance, she saw Faith exiting out another. She saw Dean standing in front of the refrigerator, looking for something.
“Can you hand me a water?” she asked nicely.
“Sure,” Dean answered. He shut the door and handed her the water as he opened his own.
Taking the drink from his hand, she couldn’t help but notice the look in his eyes. Something was up and she knew she was involved.
“See something you like, Summers?” Dean smirked.
“Hardly,” she scoffed. Seeing that the conversation would not be a tame one, she left and continued her journey to Sam’s room.
After a few minutes, she neared their door and could hear laughter coming from inside. Walking a bit faster to see what was so funny, Buffy finally stood in the doorway and her jaw dropped.
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Faith saw Sam’s eyes dart to the open door behind them and she turned to see Buffy glaring right at her. She just knew she’d somehow be blamed for this.
“Don’t look at me like that. I’m not the one that touched it!”
“I’m only looking at you like this because you keep staring at my boyfriend’s penis!” Buffy screamed back.
“Oh,” Faith chuckled. “Right, I’ll, uh, just leave you two alone.”
“What happened?” Buffy asked once Faith cleared from the room.
Sam sighed as he finally picked up the towel and wrapped it around him. “Dean somehow made me ingest these pills and this is what happened.”
“He gave you Viagara?” she asked stunned.
“I don’t think it’s that, but something like it,” Sam shrugged. “And he took my clothes. He probably hoped I’d walk outside like this to find them.”
“I’m going to kill him,” Buffy spoke. “Human or not, I’m going to kill him.”
“You and me both,” Sam muttered.