FIC: Luck of the Draw 1/1, FR13, Faith/Dean
Title: Luck of the Draw
Author: aaronlisa
Rating: FR13
Pairing/Characters: Dean Winchester/Faith Lehane
Disclaimer: The Buffyverse belongs to Joss Whedon and company, while Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and company.
Prompts: fic_variations - luck, supernatural50 - 19 (finish), lover100 - 38 (dirt)
Notes: Set post-Chosen and pre-Pilot.
Summary: Dean doesn’t know what the Council really is but he already hates it.
He wants to ask her if her mysterious Council ever misses her when she goes AWOL but on some level he’s afraid to. Mentioning the Council might make them rear their ugly head and that’s the last thing that he wants. Her Council always seems to have the power to take her away from him. Instead he pulls her closer in the grey light of the pre-dawn and he breathes in the scent of her hair. The warmth of her body lulls him back to sleep.
Dean awakens to the shrill sound of Faith’s cell phone ringing. He yawns as he scratches his stomach while he listens to her conversation. By the tone of her voice, he can tell that the Council’s contacted her. When it comes to spending time with Faith without any interruption, he has the worse luck. If it’s not her Council, then it’s his Dad. He writes it down to the luck of a hunter, neither of them has the time for the luxury of a relationship.
“Can you stay around to finish the job?” Dean asks as he sits up once she’s hung up the phone.
“Yeah,” Faith angrily states.
”Come on, don’t let them get you down like that.”
“You wouldn’t say that if you knew them.”
“Whatever,” Dean replies with a casual shrug before he stands up and pulls on his jeans.
The Council that she works for seems worse than his father. They’re always breathing down her neck and issuing commands. And Dean wonders what type of dirt they have on Faith that keeps her tied to them, he makes a mental note to ask his father if he knows of any shadowy Council that’s affiliated with hunters. However there’s no point in arguing with her about it. Dean knows from past experience, that Faith will take off if he pushes her too much. Instead he pulls her close to him for a kiss. Faith responds before she pushes him away with a laugh.
“Come on stud, we have a job to finish.”
“I guess we do,” Dean lazily drawls, happy to see Faith light-hearted again.
Instead of kissing, they finish getting dressed and head out to finish their job, even though Dean wants to do nothing more than trace Faith’s curves with his tongue and hands before she takes off to the Council’s bidding. Dean hides his pleasure when Faith agrees to take the trip to the haunted house in his Impala, he knows that it means that when they’ve salted and burned the corpse, she won’t be running off until the next time that fate and luck brings them together.
During their hunt, his thoughts remained focused on the angry spirit. His father trained him to well to let distractions interfere with the hunt. Soon enough, they find the grave in the damp and smelly basement of the condemned house. It’s dirty work that neither of them relishes; yet Faith holds the flashlight as Dean digs up the grave until the bones are exposed. She takes over as she pours the salt on the grave and then splashes the gasoline on top. Then Dean tosses the lit match and they watch it burn. Their faces are set in identical grim masks of determination as they watch the greedy flames consume the bones of yet another victim. Once their work is done, they make their way back to the Impala silently.
Dean remains silent as he drives back to the hotel, he wants to ask her to stay, even though he knows that she probably can’t or won’t. With Faith, he’s never quite sure what the situation is; he just knows that she’ll leave. For some reason, he can’t find the nerve to ask because he doesn’t want to face the rejection of Faith saying no. His attention is fixed on the road as he tries to find the right words to say to her. Faith rubs absent-mindedly at a spot of grave dirt on her wrist.
“I should be done this job in a few weeks,” Faith states, breaking the silence between them.
“Yeah?” Dean asks, not wanting to sound too eager.
“Yeah, maybe I’ll call you up.”
“Sure.”
The silence enfolds them once again, now that they’ve made plans to meet once again. Somehow they both know that they need one another, even though neither of them will admit it to the other. The miles between the formerly haunted house and the motel are quickly eaten up. Dean pulls the keys out of the ignition as they both sit in the silence. Faith turns to face him and he can tell that she’s reached a decision of some sort.
“You know, the Council can wait.”
“Can they now?” Dean cockily asks.
“Yeah, they can,” Faith says with an easy grin as the tension between them melts.
“Good.”
**END**
Author: aaronlisa
Rating: FR13
Pairing/Characters: Dean Winchester/Faith Lehane
Disclaimer: The Buffyverse belongs to Joss Whedon and company, while Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and company.
Prompts: fic_variations - luck, supernatural50 - 19 (finish), lover100 - 38 (dirt)
Notes: Set post-Chosen and pre-Pilot.
Summary: Dean doesn’t know what the Council really is but he already hates it.
He wants to ask her if her mysterious Council ever misses her when she goes AWOL but on some level he’s afraid to. Mentioning the Council might make them rear their ugly head and that’s the last thing that he wants. Her Council always seems to have the power to take her away from him. Instead he pulls her closer in the grey light of the pre-dawn and he breathes in the scent of her hair. The warmth of her body lulls him back to sleep.
Dean awakens to the shrill sound of Faith’s cell phone ringing. He yawns as he scratches his stomach while he listens to her conversation. By the tone of her voice, he can tell that the Council’s contacted her. When it comes to spending time with Faith without any interruption, he has the worse luck. If it’s not her Council, then it’s his Dad. He writes it down to the luck of a hunter, neither of them has the time for the luxury of a relationship.
“Can you stay around to finish the job?” Dean asks as he sits up once she’s hung up the phone.
“Yeah,” Faith angrily states.
”Come on, don’t let them get you down like that.”
“You wouldn’t say that if you knew them.”
“Whatever,” Dean replies with a casual shrug before he stands up and pulls on his jeans.
The Council that she works for seems worse than his father. They’re always breathing down her neck and issuing commands. And Dean wonders what type of dirt they have on Faith that keeps her tied to them, he makes a mental note to ask his father if he knows of any shadowy Council that’s affiliated with hunters. However there’s no point in arguing with her about it. Dean knows from past experience, that Faith will take off if he pushes her too much. Instead he pulls her close to him for a kiss. Faith responds before she pushes him away with a laugh.
“Come on stud, we have a job to finish.”
“I guess we do,” Dean lazily drawls, happy to see Faith light-hearted again.
Instead of kissing, they finish getting dressed and head out to finish their job, even though Dean wants to do nothing more than trace Faith’s curves with his tongue and hands before she takes off to the Council’s bidding. Dean hides his pleasure when Faith agrees to take the trip to the haunted house in his Impala, he knows that it means that when they’ve salted and burned the corpse, she won’t be running off until the next time that fate and luck brings them together.
During their hunt, his thoughts remained focused on the angry spirit. His father trained him to well to let distractions interfere with the hunt. Soon enough, they find the grave in the damp and smelly basement of the condemned house. It’s dirty work that neither of them relishes; yet Faith holds the flashlight as Dean digs up the grave until the bones are exposed. She takes over as she pours the salt on the grave and then splashes the gasoline on top. Then Dean tosses the lit match and they watch it burn. Their faces are set in identical grim masks of determination as they watch the greedy flames consume the bones of yet another victim. Once their work is done, they make their way back to the Impala silently.
Dean remains silent as he drives back to the hotel, he wants to ask her to stay, even though he knows that she probably can’t or won’t. With Faith, he’s never quite sure what the situation is; he just knows that she’ll leave. For some reason, he can’t find the nerve to ask because he doesn’t want to face the rejection of Faith saying no. His attention is fixed on the road as he tries to find the right words to say to her. Faith rubs absent-mindedly at a spot of grave dirt on her wrist.
“I should be done this job in a few weeks,” Faith states, breaking the silence between them.
“Yeah?” Dean asks, not wanting to sound too eager.
“Yeah, maybe I’ll call you up.”
“Sure.”
The silence enfolds them once again, now that they’ve made plans to meet once again. Somehow they both know that they need one another, even though neither of them will admit it to the other. The miles between the formerly haunted house and the motel are quickly eaten up. Dean pulls the keys out of the ignition as they both sit in the silence. Faith turns to face him and he can tell that she’s reached a decision of some sort.
“You know, the Council can wait.”
“Can they now?” Dean cockily asks.
“Yeah, they can,” Faith says with an easy grin as the tension between them melts.
“Good.”
**END**