Challenge #54
Title: Killing Partners
Author: avamclean
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and no profit is being made from them.
Crossover: BTVS/SPNChallenge: #54 The Seven Virtues
Note: These should be read in order.
Title: Humility
Word Count: 100
Pale fingers impatiently tapped crossed arms as she awaited their arrival. Eyes narrowed on the distant horizon as a sleek car crested it, slowed and pulled to the side of the road. The passenger window lowered and she slid into the façade, brought froth a brilliant smile to greet them.
“Hi there!”
Dean arched a brow at her accent and Sam cleared his throat. “Did you need some help?”
Her head bobbed and she shifted forward, “Don’t I ever.”
Sam’s smile widened and he ignored his brother’s snort, “Car trouble?”
The brown of her eyes bled to blue, “Not quite.”
Title: Diligence
Word Count: 100
Her spine stiffened when she saw Illyria drove the 67 Impala and Buffy began to work the inside of her lip with her teeth. Its tires crunched over the gravel and she stepped forward as the engine died.
The driver’s door opened and the Old One pulled herself free as Buffy dipped down and winced at the intertwined heap on the bench backseat. Her eyes fell closed and she shook her head, “You didn’t.”
“You stated that you required reinforcements during our last intercourse.”
She blinked, “I hate it when you use that phrase.”
Illyria smirked.
Buffy shook her head.
Title: Kindness
Word Count: 100
The door groaned as it opened and she winced, glancing toward the still unconscious pair. The tall one shifted and rolled his head against the window as Buffy leaned into the Impala and gently grasped the light haired one’s shoulders.
She eased him up and his head fell back, letting her see the light dusting of freckles across the bridge of his nose. She smiled and began to slide him out, careful to avoid knocking him against the roof as she lifted.
Hazel flecked eyes opened and a large fist connected with her jaw.
“Asshole!”
She returned it in kind.
Title: Abstinence
Word Count: 100
The heavy weight of Dean landing on him brought Sam back to the world and he jerked up. Dislodging his brother to the floorboards and turned to see a blonde holding her cheek and glaring at Dean.
He heard the obligatory ‘son of a’ from the space beneath him as he inched his hand toward the door handle only to have it opened from the outside and himself spilled onto sharp gravel. Sam blinked up at the blue-eyed demon that had kidnapped them and sent a silent prayer skyward as she bent over, lifted him from the ground.
“Um, hello?”
Title: Liberality
Word Count: 100
Dean dragged his hand down his face and stopped above his mouth to rub his palm over the few days old stubble and gently probe the newly formed bruise. “Run that by me again.”
Sam shook his head and added, “You want us to what?”
Buffy sighed, glanced at Illyria-who had been paying Sam entirely too much attention-and caught her eye. The Old One rolled her limitless gaze; “You have been deemed adequate by the White Witch. That is all the information you should require.”
“White Witch?” Sam asked doubtfully and Dean snorted.
Buffy sighed, “One more time…”
Title: Chastity
Word Count: 100
Strong arms caged her neck and shoulders and Buffy blinked in surprised up at Sam’s dirt and sweat streaked face. A shotgun shattered the moment of their breaths mingling and Sam offered her a quirk of his lips before rolling off of her and flipping to his feet.
Buffy retrieved her axe, sliding metal over concrete and she caught sight of the shadow crouched to Dean’s left. She flipped the weapon and spun, tossing it like a disc and beheaded the creature.
Another one leached its way forward and Buffy was tackled by someone other than her allies.
She smiled.
Title: Patience
Word Count: 200
His brows rose and Dean shook his head at the fact that Sammy was carrying on a polite conversation with the thing that had kidnapped them. Even if she had fought at their sides as they took on a pack of corporeal davae.
“Hey.”
Dean shifted against the side of the Impala and glanced at the blonde, at the rip in her shirt, the tears in her flesh where she had taken the blows meant for Sam, meant for him. His focus flicked up her body and he shook his head at the mess of her-not that he was much better.
“Hey.”
Her lips lifted tiredly and he leaned over, offering her a space beside him against the Impala. Buffy arched a brow but complied with the silent request and joined him in his study of Illyria and Sam.
His hands rose and he slid open the right side of his jacket and pulled free a sliver flask, gaze still fixated on Sam as his brother laughed out loud. With a shake of his head he unscrewed the cap and took a long pull before offering it to the blonde. He smirked at the sharp inhalation following her swallow.
The End.