Who: Dean!Ruby and Sam!Buffy What: The Hell?!?? Where: Buffy's apartment When: 1st November morning Rating: Um...naked shennanigins and cursing? PG13 Status: In Progress
She didn't know why she woke up when she did, she felt off somehow.She couldn't put her finger on it so decided to curl further into Sam, he made everything better when she did that. They'd fought to save the world yesterday and victory sex was always fun. They'd played their usual games and had eventually fallen asleep tangled into each other's grip. They'd go back to Bobby's today, get back to the fighting training. He could put her in a trap again for actual reasonable teaching reasons. But they'd both remember of course, Shared glances, shared smirks. Its how they worked. And besides everyone knew now didn't they.
"Morning Baby" she managed to say, streching slightly and feeling...wrong. And that wasn't her voice. No, she knew that voice. How did she know that voice?
As she opened her eyes it was long blonde hair and not the messy brown that she found herself looking at. And it wasn't as high up on the pillow. Her arm was streched across a pair of breasts. And those weren't her pillows. Something was around her neck, a chain with...But that was silly that was Dean's.
Dean wore...
Ruby leapt back before realising Dean wasn't dressed and grabbed the top sheet from Buffy...Buffy!. Wrapping it around herself. Himself. Dean's self. This. Was wrong. This was many many levels of wrong. A simple glance in the mirror confirmed the wrong. She was Dean. Dean the one that had killed Azazel, these hands had held the colt, they'd done other things in hell too, and here, here she was sure they'd done all sorts of decidedly nicer things to the woman in the bed. Of all the people she could have possessed why was she Dean. What could have made her think this was a good idea. She hadn't even gotten drunk. She was just her. In Dean. And in Buffy's apartment, she could tell though she'd never been there, weapons, so many weapons including...The sword was here. His sword. Lucifer's. It hummed at her, hummed with power and Dean's eyes turned black just from being near it.
"Buffy wake the hell up?" she yelled, the gruff voice of the elder Winchester brother just feeling wrong. She was still her, she thought, still watching the mirror as she forced Dean's eyes back to human or Buffy would punch her. Still a demon. But she was a demon possessing Dean? Where was her body. Why had she taken Dean and why didn't she remember, Sam was gonna kill her.