|aaronlisa (aaronlisa) wrote in fadeddreaming,|
@ 2007-08-26 19:53:00
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|Entry tags:||!crossover, character: dean winchester, character: faith lehane, character: sam winchester, community: supernatural50, fandom: dark angel, fandom: supernatural, pairing: faith/dean, pairing: faith/sam|
[SPN/BTVS] Pretending 1/1, FR13, Faith/Dean
Pairing/Characters: Faith Lehane, Sam Winchester, implied Faith Lehane/Dean Winchester
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and company, while Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and company.
Prompts: Supernatural50 - #06 (pretend)
Notes: This piece follows Uncertain Future.
Summary: Sam’s not Dean but sometimes Faith can pretend that he is.
The dream always starts out the same. It’s a perfect summer day with a vibrantly blue sky without any clouds in it. They’re in a field together, just lying in one another’s arms looking up at the summer sky. All in all a perfect day spent together.
And then the scene changes and it turns from perfection into a nightmare. She turns in his arms to place a kiss on his lips and instead of seeing his beloved face; she sees the face of the monster. Sometimes it’s merely his corpse decaying and rotten that greets were with a horrible smile and dead eyes. But tonight it’s the face of a demon, the one that stole him from her three months ago, and instead of fighting the demon, she screams.
Somehow the thing that is supposed to be him but isn’t, stands up and pushes her to the ground. She feels a fear that she’s never felt when she’s awake, except for that one time when he was stolen from her, and her heart is pounding and she knows nothing can save her.
Her fear is so thick and heavy that she’s practically choking on it, and then pair of strong arms wrap themselves around her and she’s awake. She’s back in her bedroom in the house that she lives in now. It’s just a rented house in a sleepy little town in Middle America and it’s probably the best house she’s ever called home. The shadows on the wall aren’t menacing or threatening, instead she can make out the shape of the tree that stands outside her window. She takes a deep breath and the scent that greets her nose isn’t that of sulphur or decay, instead it’s the clean scent of Sam.
He’s not what she wants but that the moment with the edges of the nightmare still vivid in her mind, she leans back into his chest and lets him hold her close as he whispers soothing words to her. It’s a habit that they’ve formed in the time that they’ve lived in this house since she’s had the nightmare every single night. She knows that she’ll have to call Giles in London when the morning comes. There’s something not right about these dreams, but right now she takes the comfort that Sam offers her.
Sam’s not Dean but in the shadowed darkness of her bedroom, she can make out the similarities between Sam and Dean. She can pretend in her sleepiness that he’s Dean and that everything in her world is okay again. That Dean wasn’t stolen from her three months ago because he had made a deal with the devil to save his brother.