aaronlisa (aaronlisa) wrote in fadeddreaming, @ 2008-01-02 20:31:00 |
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Current location: | home |
Current mood: | gloomy |
Current music: | joy division - candidate |
Entry tags: | !crossover, character: dean winchester, character: faith lehane, character: sam winchester, community: drabble123, fandom: buffyverse, fandom: supernatural |
[SPN/BtVS] Where All Hopes Sank.... (3/9)
Title: Where All Hopes Sank…
Author: aaronlisa
Rating: FR13
Pairing/Characters: Dean Winchester, Faith Lehane
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke, Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and the title comes from the Joy Division song “Shadowplay.”
Prompts: drabble123 - #2 (measure from the first random set)
Notes: Set post-Season Two, follows To The Depths of the Ocean…
Summary: Dean can’t quite figure out what or who the girl he’s met is.
Word Count: 300
She looked him up and down as if measuring him for something, he wasn’t quite sure what but he could automatically feel that this wasn’t a normal encounter between a man and a woman at a nightclub. It might end up with hot sex behind the nightclub, but neither of them could be classified as normal.
Suddenly his training as a hunter kicked in and he was angry with himself for allowing himself to be drawn to this woman. They continued to dance as they measured one another. He went through a list of possible monsters that she could be even as he allowed himself to be drawn closer to.
As he mentally went through his list of monsters (vampire, succubus), he inhaled the heady scent of her perfume. Even as she pulled him closer and ran her hands along his spine, he continued with his list (witch, woman in white.) And eventually, he came up with nothing as her hands slipped underneath the cotton of his shirt.
What are you?
What do you want me to be?
He groaned in irritated frustration at her response, yet he didn’t pull away even though his senses and instincts were screaming at him. She was certainly dangerous but he couldn’t figure out the enigma in front of him.
Wanna get out of here?
Yeah.
His brother was long-forgotten as he allowed himself to be dragged out of the writhing mass of bodies by a slip of a girl. She was smaller than him yet she didn’t seem to have any problems propelling them off of the dance floor. As they reached the edge, she moved to face him, her limbs sinuously entwined in his and she kissed him. And he couldn’t even remember his own name.
Dean!
Until his brother called it.
Part Four