In Another Life: Chapter 2
Title: In Another Life 2/?
Fandom: Supernatural/BtVS & Angel
Characters/Pairings: Dean/Faith
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this stuff, cus if I did, Faith/Dean would be canon.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Faith makes a wish, which gives her a normal life... but there are some unforeseen consequences.
Author's Notes: This story is written by myself and shisaiyan, we're switching off each chapter :) Also, inspired by a video by milerna
Chapter One
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Dean finished off the last of his beer, shooting a parting smile at the waitress as he tossed some bills on the counter. He scanned the bar for Faith and Sam, and purposefully passed Faith to go up to Sam.
“Still mad at her, huh?” Sam nodded in Faith’s direction, although it was already obvious who he meant.
“Look, just tell her we’re heading out, okay?” Dean briefly looked in her direction, feeling a sharp pain in his heart when he saw her expression. She looked almost… scared. Faith never looked like that.
“Yeah, whatever, man. You’re gonna have to get over this eventually. She’s still Faith, you know.” Sam shook his head and headed over to Faith. He set a hand on her shoulder to get her attention.
As his hand made contact, Faith jumped nearly a foot off the barstool, a hand clamped over her heart. She turned to look at the person behind her and let out a huge sigh. “Oh my god. You scared the crap out of me!”
Sam cocked an eyebrow and studied the girl in front of him. She looked like Faith, and sounded like Faith, but no way did the vampire slayer startle that easily. “Umm, you okay, Faith?”
“Sam?” Her eyes widened in recognition and she threw her arms around his torso. From where her face was pressed into his chest, she mumbled, “Where are we? I can’t remember anything! How did I get here?”
Sam’s arms awkwardly came down around Faith’s back and patted her. “How much did you have to drink?”
Faith looked up at him, eyes wide and frightened. “I don’t know! One minute, I was going to bed with Dean, and the next…” She pulled away from the embrace and scowled up at the taller Winchester. “Did you guys do something to me? Is this some kind of prank?”
From a distance, Dean watched as Faith attacked Sam in a hug and rolled his eyes. He didn’t remember seeing Faith drink that much tonight, but somehow she must have gotten pretty trashed, since she was willingly hugging someone. Begrudgingly, he made his way over to the pair, only to see if Sammy needed any assistance.
“Everything okay?” Dean asked, trying his best to avoid making eye contact with Faith.
“Dean!” A huge grin broke out across her face when she saw him, which made absolutely no sense after the way they had been interacting lately.
“What’s wrong with her?” Dean directed the question at his brother. Something wasn’t right with this picture, and he feared that it had the word ‘demon’ written all over it.
Sam just shrugged his shoulders and gave Dean a confused look.
“Okay, can we go home now? It’s officially not funny anymore.” Faith’s gaze flitted between the two men, hoping that one would give her an answer. She hopped off the barstool and grabbed Dean’s hand. “Please, baby, I’m freaking out.”
Dean’s eyebrows shot up into his hairline and he tugged his hand out of her grip. “Yeah, let’s get out of here…”
Sam and Dean exchanged a look, and Sam tried not to audibly gulp when he saw Dean reach for the Colt. Once outside, Faith, or whoever she was, moved towards where the Impala was parked, but the sound of the gun being cocked caused her to stop.
“Alright, bitch, who the hell are you, and what have you done with Faith?” He knew that she couldn’t be possessed, she had gotten the same tattoo he and Sam had to protect against that. Mind you, she got hers as a tramp stamp, but still.
The girl who looked way too much like Faith automatically threw her hands up into the air. “Dean, what are you doing? It’s me, your girlfriend.”
“Funny, ‘cause the Faith I know wouldn’t ever let me call her my girlfriend without taking my head off. So let’s try again.” He moved a few steps closer and willed his hand not to shake at the prospect of killing something that was wearing Faith’s face.
“Look, the last thing I remember I was at home in Lawrence, Kansas with you, okay? I had just finished class, and you picked me up, and you took me home and stayed over.” She switched tactics and turned to look at Sam. “Come on, Sammy, I called you, remember? I asked you about dinner this weekend! You and Jess were gonna visit!”
“You know, the next time you wanna impersonate someone, you might wanna get your facts right. Jess has been dead for a long while now; and there’s no way in hell the real Faith would be caught dead in college.” Dean was clenching his fists so hard that he was bound to draw blood any minute now.
“I’m not lying! Come on, you have to believe me!” Her eyes were brimming with tears that she was so desperately trying to hold back.
Sam gauged the girl’s reactions, and through all the fear, he could still see Faith, the girl who had shared some pretty close quarters with him for years now. For all her self-proclaimed mad skills, Faith was a horrible liar. And this girl in front of him wasn’t any better. “Dean, I think she’s telling the truth.”
The older Winchester snapped his head around to stare at his younger brother. “What?! Sam, have you even heard a word coming out of her mouth?”
“Look, maybe it was a spell or something. A demon messed with her memories or… something.” Even as he said it, Sam knew how lame it must sound. “She’s not possessed, and a shapeshifter would have her real memories, so what else could it be?”
Faith dropped her hands from the air and rested them on her hips, suddenly feeling less scared with Dean’s focus away from her. “What the hell are you guys on?”
Dean sighed and lowered his gun, realizing that Sam had a point. “Fine, we’ll call Bobby and see what he thinks. But we’re tying her up.”
“Really guys, if you’re on some sort of acid trip, and I get left to die in a field somewhere, I am so gonna kick both of your asses.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, we get it.” As he tied up her hands and feet, he mumbled, “At least some things haven’t changed.”
Fandom: Supernatural/BtVS & Angel
Characters/Pairings: Dean/Faith
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this stuff, cus if I did, Faith/Dean would be canon.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Faith makes a wish, which gives her a normal life... but there are some unforeseen consequences.
Author's Notes: This story is written by myself and shisaiyan, we're switching off each chapter :) Also, inspired by a video by milerna
Chapter One
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Dean finished off the last of his beer, shooting a parting smile at the waitress as he tossed some bills on the counter. He scanned the bar for Faith and Sam, and purposefully passed Faith to go up to Sam.
“Still mad at her, huh?” Sam nodded in Faith’s direction, although it was already obvious who he meant.
“Look, just tell her we’re heading out, okay?” Dean briefly looked in her direction, feeling a sharp pain in his heart when he saw her expression. She looked almost… scared. Faith never looked like that.
“Yeah, whatever, man. You’re gonna have to get over this eventually. She’s still Faith, you know.” Sam shook his head and headed over to Faith. He set a hand on her shoulder to get her attention.
As his hand made contact, Faith jumped nearly a foot off the barstool, a hand clamped over her heart. She turned to look at the person behind her and let out a huge sigh. “Oh my god. You scared the crap out of me!”
Sam cocked an eyebrow and studied the girl in front of him. She looked like Faith, and sounded like Faith, but no way did the vampire slayer startle that easily. “Umm, you okay, Faith?”
“Sam?” Her eyes widened in recognition and she threw her arms around his torso. From where her face was pressed into his chest, she mumbled, “Where are we? I can’t remember anything! How did I get here?”
Sam’s arms awkwardly came down around Faith’s back and patted her. “How much did you have to drink?”
Faith looked up at him, eyes wide and frightened. “I don’t know! One minute, I was going to bed with Dean, and the next…” She pulled away from the embrace and scowled up at the taller Winchester. “Did you guys do something to me? Is this some kind of prank?”
From a distance, Dean watched as Faith attacked Sam in a hug and rolled his eyes. He didn’t remember seeing Faith drink that much tonight, but somehow she must have gotten pretty trashed, since she was willingly hugging someone. Begrudgingly, he made his way over to the pair, only to see if Sammy needed any assistance.
“Everything okay?” Dean asked, trying his best to avoid making eye contact with Faith.
“Dean!” A huge grin broke out across her face when she saw him, which made absolutely no sense after the way they had been interacting lately.
“What’s wrong with her?” Dean directed the question at his brother. Something wasn’t right with this picture, and he feared that it had the word ‘demon’ written all over it.
Sam just shrugged his shoulders and gave Dean a confused look.
“Okay, can we go home now? It’s officially not funny anymore.” Faith’s gaze flitted between the two men, hoping that one would give her an answer. She hopped off the barstool and grabbed Dean’s hand. “Please, baby, I’m freaking out.”
Dean’s eyebrows shot up into his hairline and he tugged his hand out of her grip. “Yeah, let’s get out of here…”
Sam and Dean exchanged a look, and Sam tried not to audibly gulp when he saw Dean reach for the Colt. Once outside, Faith, or whoever she was, moved towards where the Impala was parked, but the sound of the gun being cocked caused her to stop.
“Alright, bitch, who the hell are you, and what have you done with Faith?” He knew that she couldn’t be possessed, she had gotten the same tattoo he and Sam had to protect against that. Mind you, she got hers as a tramp stamp, but still.
The girl who looked way too much like Faith automatically threw her hands up into the air. “Dean, what are you doing? It’s me, your girlfriend.”
“Funny, ‘cause the Faith I know wouldn’t ever let me call her my girlfriend without taking my head off. So let’s try again.” He moved a few steps closer and willed his hand not to shake at the prospect of killing something that was wearing Faith’s face.
“Look, the last thing I remember I was at home in Lawrence, Kansas with you, okay? I had just finished class, and you picked me up, and you took me home and stayed over.” She switched tactics and turned to look at Sam. “Come on, Sammy, I called you, remember? I asked you about dinner this weekend! You and Jess were gonna visit!”
“You know, the next time you wanna impersonate someone, you might wanna get your facts right. Jess has been dead for a long while now; and there’s no way in hell the real Faith would be caught dead in college.” Dean was clenching his fists so hard that he was bound to draw blood any minute now.
“I’m not lying! Come on, you have to believe me!” Her eyes were brimming with tears that she was so desperately trying to hold back.
Sam gauged the girl’s reactions, and through all the fear, he could still see Faith, the girl who had shared some pretty close quarters with him for years now. For all her self-proclaimed mad skills, Faith was a horrible liar. And this girl in front of him wasn’t any better. “Dean, I think she’s telling the truth.”
The older Winchester snapped his head around to stare at his younger brother. “What?! Sam, have you even heard a word coming out of her mouth?”
“Look, maybe it was a spell or something. A demon messed with her memories or… something.” Even as he said it, Sam knew how lame it must sound. “She’s not possessed, and a shapeshifter would have her real memories, so what else could it be?”
Faith dropped her hands from the air and rested them on her hips, suddenly feeling less scared with Dean’s focus away from her. “What the hell are you guys on?”
Dean sighed and lowered his gun, realizing that Sam had a point. “Fine, we’ll call Bobby and see what he thinks. But we’re tying her up.”
“Really guys, if you’re on some sort of acid trip, and I get left to die in a field somewhere, I am so gonna kick both of your asses.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, we get it.” As he tied up her hands and feet, he mumbled, “At least some things haven’t changed.”