Living on a Prayer, BtVS/SPN, part 10/?
Living on a Prayer
nwhepcat
Supernatural/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Sam and Dean Winchester, Castiel, Faith Lehane
Follow up to
Like the White-Winged Dove and Waiting for the end of the World.
Faith has a slayer dream which sends her on a reluctant journey to her old territory, on a quest to save a new ally.
Previous parts are here.
As she steps into the sanctuary, lightning sizzles the air outside, illuminating the stained glass angel in a cold, stark blaze. Thunder crashes in the same heartbeat.
There are three of them in the doorway from the foyer. One of them used to be Mr. Sweeney from the corner store. Its lips curl into an ugly smile. "Well, look who's back. It's the neighborhood crotch. Did you come back to do the one or two guys you missed the first time around?"
"Oh, snap," Faith says in a bored tone. She sidesteps her way along the front aisle to the center. "If by 'do' you mean 'kill,' and by 'guys' you mean 'demons,' you win a prize."
The Sweeney-demon laughs. "So you're a hunter now."
"No, putz. I'm a slayer. You catchin' the semantic drift?"
"What is all this?" Steve demands from the office doorway.
"Go back inside," Faith orders.
"I dunno," the demon says. "It might be fun to have the priest watch." He flicks a hand toward Steve, sending him crashing back against a wall, pinning him there.
"Let him go."
"Pretty pitiful, what God has on his side." The demon sneers. "A junkie and a whore."
"That just means we checked out your side and saw how pathetic it is. C'mon, asshole, bring it on."
"Sorry, girlie. We're waiting for the first stringers to join the game."
"Chip, Jim, Carl, what's gotten into you?" Steve asks, his voice straining with the effort of speaking. "Why have you come here?"
"Demons, that's what's gotten into them," Faith says. "They're not your friends."
"Smart little girl, aren't you?"
"I've been around the block with your kind, is all. You're pretty much all the same. Well. Most aren't as chickenshit as you. Most wanna fight, not yammer."
A big wind whips against the church building, causing a clatter far up in the rafters.
Faith wonders if she's going to end up taken out by a tornado instead of a demon fight.
The doors blow open, and in walks Castiel.
The Sweeney-demon smiles at his entrance, and the sight of it makes the skin at the back of Faith's neck prickle. She wonders if this one could possibly be, in Dean's words, a high-ranking mofo from hell.
Castiel rushes the demon, and Faith throws herself at one of the minions. But this fight doesn't go like the last time they fought together. She catches an unexpected blur of motion from the corner of her eye and turns to see that Castiel's gone down to one knee.
Castiel's hand is pressed just below his shoulder, and blood wells between his fingers.
nwhepcat
Supernatural/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Sam and Dean Winchester, Castiel, Faith Lehane
Follow up to
Like the White-Winged Dove and Waiting for the end of the World.
Faith has a slayer dream which sends her on a reluctant journey to her old territory, on a quest to save a new ally.
Previous parts are here.
As she steps into the sanctuary, lightning sizzles the air outside, illuminating the stained glass angel in a cold, stark blaze. Thunder crashes in the same heartbeat.
There are three of them in the doorway from the foyer. One of them used to be Mr. Sweeney from the corner store. Its lips curl into an ugly smile. "Well, look who's back. It's the neighborhood crotch. Did you come back to do the one or two guys you missed the first time around?"
"Oh, snap," Faith says in a bored tone. She sidesteps her way along the front aisle to the center. "If by 'do' you mean 'kill,' and by 'guys' you mean 'demons,' you win a prize."
The Sweeney-demon laughs. "So you're a hunter now."
"No, putz. I'm a slayer. You catchin' the semantic drift?"
"What is all this?" Steve demands from the office doorway.
"Go back inside," Faith orders.
"I dunno," the demon says. "It might be fun to have the priest watch." He flicks a hand toward Steve, sending him crashing back against a wall, pinning him there.
"Let him go."
"Pretty pitiful, what God has on his side." The demon sneers. "A junkie and a whore."
"That just means we checked out your side and saw how pathetic it is. C'mon, asshole, bring it on."
"Sorry, girlie. We're waiting for the first stringers to join the game."
"Chip, Jim, Carl, what's gotten into you?" Steve asks, his voice straining with the effort of speaking. "Why have you come here?"
"Demons, that's what's gotten into them," Faith says. "They're not your friends."
"Smart little girl, aren't you?"
"I've been around the block with your kind, is all. You're pretty much all the same. Well. Most aren't as chickenshit as you. Most wanna fight, not yammer."
A big wind whips against the church building, causing a clatter far up in the rafters.
Faith wonders if she's going to end up taken out by a tornado instead of a demon fight.
The doors blow open, and in walks Castiel.
The Sweeney-demon smiles at his entrance, and the sight of it makes the skin at the back of Faith's neck prickle. She wonders if this one could possibly be, in Dean's words, a high-ranking mofo from hell.
Castiel rushes the demon, and Faith throws herself at one of the minions. But this fight doesn't go like the last time they fought together. She catches an unexpected blur of motion from the corner of her eye and turns to see that Castiel's gone down to one knee.
Castiel's hand is pressed just below his shoulder, and blood wells between his fingers.