Fanfiction:Breathing, (Buffy/Dean)
Title: Breathing
Author: Melody/dhfreak
Status: Completed, Stand-Alone
Word Count: 284
Rating: PG
Fandom: BtVS/SPN
Character(s) and/or Pairing(s): Buffy/Dean
Genre: Angst
Summary: Breathing and trying to forget isn't a easy thing to do.
Challenge: Table #1 = Falling. 05. Breathing deep. Written for Would You Still Have Fallen at Route 66: Destination Sunnydale
Spoilers: AU both Buffy and Supernatural
Disclaimer: I don't own anything they are from the genius minds of Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke.
AN: Thanks to billybee_honey for helping me out with correcting the story :D.
Breathing wasn't easy anymore. Losing everything you care about makes it harder to understand how one breathes. The meaning to breathe is useless. Dean couldn't understand why he kept fighting, it was done, he had nothing left. He didn't have anything to protect.
'Killing as many son of a bitches' wasn't worth the fight anymore.
He had buried his brother the day he was stabbed. He couldn't burn him like he did his father. He couldn't let go.
Now, alone in a bar drinking was all he had left. Bobby had tried to make him understand that life must go one. However, life was not that easy. Drinking away his sorrows was all that he had left.
"Trying to forget something?" A girl's voice asked him from behind.
"Only if it was that easy sweat heart," he smirked as he turned to her.
"That bad," she said with a sweet smile.
"Yup," taking another drink of his beer as he continued looking at her.
"Can I join you?"
"Suit yourself," he express in a non-caring way.
"I'm Buffy."
He started to laugh at the name, "Buffy what kind of name is that?" he said while still laughing.
"Hey, my mom gave me that name. What kind of name do you have Bill?"
"For your information my name is Dean." The blond was actually making him laugh, something that he had not done in a long while.
"You know all you have to do is take deep breaths to try to calm yourself down not drink." Buffy said changing the subject.
Breathing deep Dean looked at her green eyes.
"I think I will be okay," giving her a smile as he joined him to a drink.
Author: Melody/dhfreak
Status: Completed, Stand-Alone
Word Count: 284
Rating: PG
Fandom: BtVS/SPN
Character(s) and/or Pairing(s): Buffy/Dean
Genre: Angst
Summary: Breathing and trying to forget isn't a easy thing to do.
Challenge: Table #1 = Falling. 05. Breathing deep. Written for Would You Still Have Fallen at Route 66: Destination Sunnydale
Spoilers: AU both Buffy and Supernatural
Disclaimer: I don't own anything they are from the genius minds of Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke.
AN: Thanks to billybee_honey for helping me out with correcting the story :D.
Breathing wasn't easy anymore. Losing everything you care about makes it harder to understand how one breathes. The meaning to breathe is useless. Dean couldn't understand why he kept fighting, it was done, he had nothing left. He didn't have anything to protect.
'Killing as many son of a bitches' wasn't worth the fight anymore.
He had buried his brother the day he was stabbed. He couldn't burn him like he did his father. He couldn't let go.
Now, alone in a bar drinking was all he had left. Bobby had tried to make him understand that life must go one. However, life was not that easy. Drinking away his sorrows was all that he had left.
"Trying to forget something?" A girl's voice asked him from behind.
"Only if it was that easy sweat heart," he smirked as he turned to her.
"That bad," she said with a sweet smile.
"Yup," taking another drink of his beer as he continued looking at her.
"Can I join you?"
"Suit yourself," he express in a non-caring way.
"I'm Buffy."
He started to laugh at the name, "Buffy what kind of name is that?" he said while still laughing.
"Hey, my mom gave me that name. What kind of name do you have Bill?"
"For your information my name is Dean." The blond was actually making him laugh, something that he had not done in a long while.
"You know all you have to do is take deep breaths to try to calm yourself down not drink." Buffy said changing the subject.
Breathing deep Dean looked at her green eyes.
"I think I will be okay," giving her a smile as he joined him to a drink.