Fi's CDJ Journal (meandmymuses) wrote in mymuses_stories, @ 2011-08-07 02:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | [fandom] angel/buffy, [fandom] supernatural, [series] never going to be alone |
Characters: The Winchesters brothers, Bobby Singer and Faith Lehane
Fandom: Buffy/Supernatural AU
Series: Never Going To Be Alone.
Rating: R
Word Count: 1069
Prompt: None, random idea for a verse, might incorporated it to maybe run with season seven.
Perhaps it wasn’t the brightest thing for Faith to do. Breaking into a house when no one was home, but she was wasn’t about to spend her time outside of the house as she waited for Bobby to return homes.
So in typical Faith behavior she made herself at home. She was in no rush to return back to Giles with Angel being sullen, she just needed a break.
Faith was in the kitchen, with the radio blasting as she was fixing herself something to eat. There was money on the window seal to replace all she had eaten, which was a lot since she had quite the appetite.
The drive back to Bobby’s was a silent drive, no one wanted to talk about what happen and perhaps it was better left unsaid for now. When they pulled up the house and went for the door they could hear the music that was blasting inside.
“Leave the radio on?” Dean asked as he turned to Bobby. Bobby shook her head no and sighed as he rubbed his face, this was the last thing they needed. Dean then motioned for him and Sam to go around the back and he went through the front.
With his gun drawn out, he opened the door and moved through the house. He was tempted to turn the radio off, but then that would alarm whoever was here.
Faith was dancing to the song that was on, humming, clearly having a good time. She was in the fridge, her hips swaying, she was unaware of the guys being there, only because she knew she was in a safe place.
As Dean entered the kitchen, he paused to watch the fine ass swaying but then cleared his throat as he leveled his gun at her. “Who the hell are you?” He asked yelling slightly so she could hear him clearly over the music.
Faith instantly stood, she spun around to look at him, “Who the hell are you?” she snapped back, her hand latched on to the fridge door. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you it was impolite to point?”
“I asked first,” he countered back, sneering some at the mother crack as he stepped closer. “Tell me who you are or I’ll shoot you.” He was only giving her one warning with the week he had, he was in no mood to
play.
She laughed at his threat, “I dare you to try,” she hand slipped around a bottle that was in the door of the fridge. “Or are you like
all little boys, all talk and no actions.”
“All man, sweetheart,” he remarked cockily as he tilted the gun a little, with plans of shooting by her, not at her. His finger was on the trigger and shot the gun.
When the bullet came at her, Faith heaved the bottle in her hand at him and then stepped to the side, only to rush him, but instead of diving at him, she slid her feet out under her, causing them to plow into his knee caps, knocking him down.
Dean was able to block the bottle, “You little - ” before he could get bitch out, he found himself falling backwards, the gun falling out of his hands, shooting again as it tumbled on the floor.
As the gun went off, she scrambled on stop of Dean, punching him a few times, but not enough for him to bleed, yet.
Suddenly Sam appear at the doorway. “Dean?” he asked and then pointed his gun at Faith, but her on top of Dean, he didn’t want to shoot him.
“Shoot her!” Dean called out as he tossed her off him, scrambling to get his gun.
However, he tossed Faith near it and her fingers reached around the gun, first. She rolled on her back, pointing it up at them. “Do it and I’ll shoot you both in the dicks,” the gun moved between the pair.
Bobby finally pushed his way through the boys, looked between the trio and sighed, “Sam lower the gun.”
He went to step further in the kitchen as Dean reached out to stop him “Bobby, she’s got a gun.” Last thing he needed was something to happen to Bobby.
Faith laughed at Dean, “Bobby, I have his gun,” she replied in a mocking tone and then hopped up only to pointed it back as Dean as he went to move toward her. “And I don’t miss when I shoot.”
“Idjits, shut up!” Bobby yelled at all them, he motioned for Faith to hand over the gun and for Sam to lower his as Faith did hand over Deans.
Sam did as he was told lowering his gun. “Bobby, you know her?” he asked timidly since Bobby had yelled at them, looking between all of them.
“Who is this bitch?” Dean demanded as her rolled his shoulder, truly wondering who she was for she had one hell of a kick.
“I do,” he answered Sam and then sighed at Dean, but he turned to Faith. “Hello, Faith. I’m guessing you’re here with a letter.”
Faith face fell a little and she nodded her head. “Tell your apes to move this bitch and I’ll get it. I also have a few other things, but I put them on your desk already.”
He rubbed his face, pulled his cap off to smooth out his hair and then put it back on, “Boys, this is Faith and Faith these two chuckle heads, are the Winchesters.”
Faith leaned back, looking them over. “These two?” she asked and then shook her head with tsk. “Yo, I pictured them, well him,” she pointed to Dean, “to be taller.”
Dean went to remark, but Bobby shook his head no as he motioned for him to move, “let her by, son.”
Dean step to the side, as did Sam, “Who is she?” Dean asked Bobby, he wanted a straight answer.
Waltzing by Faith smirked as she retorted, “Interview me later, but right now the grownups have to talk.”
Bobby sighed as she walked out of the kitchen, “I’ll explain all later, she seemed to cook, while don’t you boys eat something while we talk.”
“Whatever,” Dean replied as he got his gun from Bobby and moved over to see what she had cooked. He wasn’t in the mood for this, all he wanted was some pie, beer, and sleep.