CROSSOVER FIC: Spell Caster 1/1, FR13, SPN/BTVS
Title: Spell Caster
Author: aaronlisa
Rating: FR13
Pairing/Characters: Willow Rosenberg/Sam Winchester
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and company, while Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and company.
Prompts: fic_variations - sweet
Word Count: 822
Notes: Set post-Chosen & pre-Pilot.
Summary: Sam asks Willow to cast a spell for him.
“Are you sure this will work?”
“Yes.”
“It’s just that, I don’t know,” Sam struggled to explain his doubts.
“You need to release all of your fears and doubts for this to work,” Willow gently advised him. “Just relax.”
“Easier said than done.”
“I know but I want you to take a few deep breaths and exhale all of your doubts and fears or else the spell will fail.”
Sam followed Willow’s instructions until he felt as if his doubts and fears were gone. He nodded at the redhead and she gave him a gentle smile of encouragement. She dipped her fingers in the paste that she had prepared and she rubbed it onto his forehead and then repeated her actions until she had anointed his forehead, cheeks and lips with the sticky paste.
The sickly-sweet scent of the incense threatened to overwhelm him as she started to recite the spell in ancient Sumerian. For a brief moment, fear gnawed at his insides. How could he know if she was even casting the right spell, if he couldn’t even understand the language? Her green eyes gazed at him reassuringly and he let go of the unfounded fear and placed his trust in her. Willow had come highly recommended through a few sources that he still had in his father’s world. He placed his focus on the thin stream of smoke from the incense as he allowed her words to wash over him.
Willow’s words started to sound further and further away from him and Sam blinked to clear his head. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in some shadowy world instead of the room that he had just been in.
“Where are we?” Sam asked.
“The Grey World,” Willow calmly replied. “It’s the world of shadows where spirits that are still bound to ours reside.”
His eyes widened as he noticed a blurry shape rushing towards them. His first instinct was to prepare for battle but as he watched Willow remain calm, Sam forced himself to follow her lead instead of slipping into the role of a hunter. Sam had to remind himself that this had been what he had wanted. The blurry shape took form and revealed itself to be a woman that was just slightly taller than Willow.
“Kendra?” Willow asked and Sam could detect the surprise in her voice.
“Yes, Willow it is I. It is not safe for you to be here.”
“Why?” Sam demanded.
“There are forces that prevent your mother from coming here. Those same forces are dangerous to the both of you.”
“What forces?”
“I can not say, but it is not safe for either of you.”
“Kendra can’t you tell us anything else?” Willow gently asked.
“I do not have anything else to tell you. All I know is that something prevents his mother from coming her and that he is marked in some way. You must go now.”
Willow nodded and her hand snaked around Sam’s wrist in a surprisingly tight hold. Before he could protest, she started to recite more words in ancient Sumerian, and he felt dizzy and once again he found himself back in the room that he had started in.
“Why did you do that?” Sam demanded.
“It wasn’t safe for us.”
“Just because that Kendra told you that doesn’t mean anything. Spirits often lie.”
“Sam, I’ve been to that place before and I could feel the danger pressing in on us. And Kendra isn’t one to lie about whether or not it was safe. She’s one of us.”
“The dead always talk in ways that are often confusing or false to the living.”
“Yet you wanted to see your mother?” Willow angrily questioned, “You can’t have it both ways, Sam. Maybe the spirits that you’ve encountered have been cryptic or confusing or false, but that place is very different.”
Sam hung his head in defeat and he knew that she was right but he couldn’t help but feel bitter over the fact that the spell had failed. He knew that his father and brother would have told him that it was what he deserved for meddling in magic, but he still trusted Willow. There was no reason for her to have lied and if he was honest with himself, he knew that there had been some danger pressing in on them.
“I know you’re disappointed, but it really wasn’t safe.”
“I know,” Sam quietly admitted.
“I’m so sorry,” Willow responded as she put her arms around him.
There was something about Sam that had made her want to take the risk involved in casting the spell that could have reunited him with his mother briefly. Sam leaned into her and Willow felt a connection with the young man.
“I should go,” Sam said as he broke the hug between them.
“If you ever need anything again, don’t hesitate to contact me.”
“I won’t,” Sam promised.
**END**
Author: aaronlisa
Rating: FR13
Pairing/Characters: Willow Rosenberg/Sam Winchester
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and company, while Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and company.
Prompts: fic_variations - sweet
Word Count: 822
Notes: Set post-Chosen & pre-Pilot.
Summary: Sam asks Willow to cast a spell for him.
“Are you sure this will work?”
“Yes.”
“It’s just that, I don’t know,” Sam struggled to explain his doubts.
“You need to release all of your fears and doubts for this to work,” Willow gently advised him. “Just relax.”
“Easier said than done.”
“I know but I want you to take a few deep breaths and exhale all of your doubts and fears or else the spell will fail.”
Sam followed Willow’s instructions until he felt as if his doubts and fears were gone. He nodded at the redhead and she gave him a gentle smile of encouragement. She dipped her fingers in the paste that she had prepared and she rubbed it onto his forehead and then repeated her actions until she had anointed his forehead, cheeks and lips with the sticky paste.
The sickly-sweet scent of the incense threatened to overwhelm him as she started to recite the spell in ancient Sumerian. For a brief moment, fear gnawed at his insides. How could he know if she was even casting the right spell, if he couldn’t even understand the language? Her green eyes gazed at him reassuringly and he let go of the unfounded fear and placed his trust in her. Willow had come highly recommended through a few sources that he still had in his father’s world. He placed his focus on the thin stream of smoke from the incense as he allowed her words to wash over him.
Willow’s words started to sound further and further away from him and Sam blinked to clear his head. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in some shadowy world instead of the room that he had just been in.
“Where are we?” Sam asked.
“The Grey World,” Willow calmly replied. “It’s the world of shadows where spirits that are still bound to ours reside.”
His eyes widened as he noticed a blurry shape rushing towards them. His first instinct was to prepare for battle but as he watched Willow remain calm, Sam forced himself to follow her lead instead of slipping into the role of a hunter. Sam had to remind himself that this had been what he had wanted. The blurry shape took form and revealed itself to be a woman that was just slightly taller than Willow.
“Kendra?” Willow asked and Sam could detect the surprise in her voice.
“Yes, Willow it is I. It is not safe for you to be here.”
“Why?” Sam demanded.
“There are forces that prevent your mother from coming here. Those same forces are dangerous to the both of you.”
“What forces?”
“I can not say, but it is not safe for either of you.”
“Kendra can’t you tell us anything else?” Willow gently asked.
“I do not have anything else to tell you. All I know is that something prevents his mother from coming her and that he is marked in some way. You must go now.”
Willow nodded and her hand snaked around Sam’s wrist in a surprisingly tight hold. Before he could protest, she started to recite more words in ancient Sumerian, and he felt dizzy and once again he found himself back in the room that he had started in.
“Why did you do that?” Sam demanded.
“It wasn’t safe for us.”
“Just because that Kendra told you that doesn’t mean anything. Spirits often lie.”
“Sam, I’ve been to that place before and I could feel the danger pressing in on us. And Kendra isn’t one to lie about whether or not it was safe. She’s one of us.”
“The dead always talk in ways that are often confusing or false to the living.”
“Yet you wanted to see your mother?” Willow angrily questioned, “You can’t have it both ways, Sam. Maybe the spirits that you’ve encountered have been cryptic or confusing or false, but that place is very different.”
Sam hung his head in defeat and he knew that she was right but he couldn’t help but feel bitter over the fact that the spell had failed. He knew that his father and brother would have told him that it was what he deserved for meddling in magic, but he still trusted Willow. There was no reason for her to have lied and if he was honest with himself, he knew that there had been some danger pressing in on them.
“I know you’re disappointed, but it really wasn’t safe.”
“I know,” Sam quietly admitted.
“I’m so sorry,” Willow responded as she put her arms around him.
There was something about Sam that had made her want to take the risk involved in casting the spell that could have reunited him with his mother briefly. Sam leaned into her and Willow felt a connection with the young man.
“I should go,” Sam said as he broke the hug between them.
“If you ever need anything again, don’t hesitate to contact me.”
“I won’t,” Sam promised.
**END**