Living on a Prayer, BtVS/SPN, part 65/?
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. Also, Vessel becomes relevant.
Faith has a slayer dream which sends her on a reluctant journey to her old territory, on a quest to save a new ally.
Spoilers through SPN 4.10 "Heaven and Hell," incorporates world-building details revealed since.
Previous parts are here.
Faith packs up Dean's first aid kit as Castiel buttons his shirt, then heads back out into the room. She casts a glance up at the astronaut, muttering, "You're not the only one who's got his ass up in the air, buddy."
She can't believe she just got into an argument based on a completely literal interpretation of the Bible. She's never really believed in Eve as more than a metaphor -- not since she was eight, anyhow -- and now she's got a mental image of Muriel in his dark suit glowering at Adam and Eve, eviction papers in hand, giving forth with the badass 'tude. Well, at least they sent the right guy for the job.
"I'm gonna head on out front and wait," Faith calls in. "I need a smoke." Fumbling around in her pockets, she fishes out a five and leaves it on the dresser for the maid. Usually she leaves a buck or two, but knowing whoever cleans this place has to climb a damn ladder to chase down stray condoms and shit -- she'd personally prefer being back working in the prison kitchen.
She encounters Dean in the tunnel, a knapsack in his hand. "Don't look now, but someone's got a celestial bug up his ass."
"Cas? Where is he?"
"In the room. He'll be ready any time. I'm just heading out for a cigarette."
"What's up with him?"
"Apparently a vote for Eve is a big no vote on the angel referendum. He's all pissy now."
"Don't tell me this is the first you've seen of that."
"No, but his feelings are all ruffled, and that's the first time I've run into that." Faith gestures back into the tunnel. "Go. I'll wait out by your car."
The cigarette pack in her pocket is mashed almost flat, along with the two cigarettes inside, and Faith realizes she can't remember when she last had one, or even craved one. Some side effect of hanging out longterm with an angel? Usually when she's ragingly horny she finds herself lighting up twice as often.
"Sonofabitch!" she mutters, then piles a few nastier phrases on top. She wads the pack into a ball and throws it in a trash can on her way out the door, the desire to light up vanishing, well, in a puff of smoke.
She plants her ass on the trunk of Dean's car -- funny how she thinks of it as his, not Sam and Dean's -- and scowls at the facade of the inn. "Castiel, you fuck. You did this just to piss me off."
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. Also, Vessel becomes relevant.
Faith has a slayer dream which sends her on a reluctant journey to her old territory, on a quest to save a new ally.
Spoilers through SPN 4.10 "Heaven and Hell," incorporates world-building details revealed since.
Previous parts are here.
Faith packs up Dean's first aid kit as Castiel buttons his shirt, then heads back out into the room. She casts a glance up at the astronaut, muttering, "You're not the only one who's got his ass up in the air, buddy."
She can't believe she just got into an argument based on a completely literal interpretation of the Bible. She's never really believed in Eve as more than a metaphor -- not since she was eight, anyhow -- and now she's got a mental image of Muriel in his dark suit glowering at Adam and Eve, eviction papers in hand, giving forth with the badass 'tude. Well, at least they sent the right guy for the job.
"I'm gonna head on out front and wait," Faith calls in. "I need a smoke." Fumbling around in her pockets, she fishes out a five and leaves it on the dresser for the maid. Usually she leaves a buck or two, but knowing whoever cleans this place has to climb a damn ladder to chase down stray condoms and shit -- she'd personally prefer being back working in the prison kitchen.
She encounters Dean in the tunnel, a knapsack in his hand. "Don't look now, but someone's got a celestial bug up his ass."
"Cas? Where is he?"
"In the room. He'll be ready any time. I'm just heading out for a cigarette."
"What's up with him?"
"Apparently a vote for Eve is a big no vote on the angel referendum. He's all pissy now."
"Don't tell me this is the first you've seen of that."
"No, but his feelings are all ruffled, and that's the first time I've run into that." Faith gestures back into the tunnel. "Go. I'll wait out by your car."
The cigarette pack in her pocket is mashed almost flat, along with the two cigarettes inside, and Faith realizes she can't remember when she last had one, or even craved one. Some side effect of hanging out longterm with an angel? Usually when she's ragingly horny she finds herself lighting up twice as often.
"Sonofabitch!" she mutters, then piles a few nastier phrases on top. She wads the pack into a ball and throws it in a trash can on her way out the door, the desire to light up vanishing, well, in a puff of smoke.
She plants her ass on the trunk of Dean's car -- funny how she thinks of it as his, not Sam and Dean's -- and scowls at the facade of the inn. "Castiel, you fuck. You did this just to piss me off."