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Title: Not The Usual Way We Do Things - Part 2 of 2
Fandom: SPN/Buffy
Pairing: Sam/Faith, Dean
Rating: Adult Themes
Word Count: 2,440
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, no offense, no money.
Part One is here.
Summary: “Oh that’s charming!” Sam snorted as Dean whipped the pillow off his head and looked over. Seeing that everyone was still dressed and there was still a whole room between Faith and his brother, Dean rolled his eyes and dropped his face back into the pillow, snoring loudly only moments later.
Sam wasn’t really one hundred percent sure what Faith had meant by, “See you back there,” until he and Dean turned up back at their hotel room, having stopped off for a beer or five on the way. There they found Faith sprawled out on one of the narrow single beds, her bag thrown unceremoniously in the corner of the room on top of theirs.
“Dude, just… no,” Dean grumbled, throwing himself down on the other bed and pulling a pillow over his head, obviously very willing to let Sam take care of their small problem by himself.
“There weren’t any other rooms?” Sam prompted. All he wanted to do was crash and all that was left was the threadbare armchair in the corner of the room that he knew would cripple him if he tried to sleep on it.
“Hey, I woulda been out of here tonight if it weren’t for you guys. The least you can do is share your digs, give a girl some place to lay her head. You’re not paying for it, right?” Faith sat up, fanning a number of credit cards out in her hand and waving them.
“That’s not the… where am I supposed to sleep?”
A slow smile curled across Faith’s face. “Plenty of room for you here, tall paul,” she said, spreading her jean clad legs and patting the bed between them.
“Oh that’s charming!” Sam snorted as Dean whipped the pillow off his head and looked over. Seeing that everyone was still dressed and there was still a whole room between Faith and his brother, Dean rolled his eyes and dropped his face back into the pillow, snoring loudly only moments later.
Sam retreated to the bathroom, but even the tub was too small for him to throw blankets into and sleep. He went back into the room, looked around and then slammed outside, pausing only long enough to tear the blanket off Dean and wrap it around his shoulders. He went outside to the Impala, opened the back door and dropped inside on the backseat.
He had slept on the backseat of cars hundreds of times, but that was before he was six foot five. Sam rolled onto his back, heels nearly in his ass before he curled up and undid the window, threading his legs through.
If he hadn’t been three sheets to the wind, he probably wouldn’t have been able to sleep at all, but as it was, Sam dropped off almost immediately.
~~~
Sam jerked awake with the sensation of something crawling up his body. He blindly struck out and something small with a grip like a vice grabbed his elbow and forced his arm down.
“Woah, play nice,” came a smooth chuckle in the darkness and at that moment the moon broke cloud cover long enough to catch Faith’s face, Cheshire cat grin in place. Sam kicked his feet a little and felt the rasp of gravel underneath his heels and realised Faith must have gotten the Impala door, with his legs through the window, open without waking him.
It was an unsettling thought.
“What do you want?” Sam grumbled, trying to curl over onto his side but Faith had jammed her legs into the space on either side of his flank so he was pinned.
“What every girl wants. A pony,” she replied, the grin fading to what Sam believed must have been a rare smile, but then her hands were on his belt and he suddenly realised just what she was doing.
“Oh, hey, no,” he protested, trying to swat her hands away, but she was preternaturally fast and the belt was open and whipped through his jeans faster than he could grab it, tossed into the front of the car with a dull metallic clonk. She was at his zipper before he was able to arrest her movement, being able to encircle both wrists with only one of his hands. “What are you doing?”
“I was hoping that would be obvious,” Faith said, adding a little wiggle of her hips for emphasis, parts of Sam’s body getting just what she meant faster than he did, waking up and seeming to be very appreciative of the proceedings.
“I don’t usually… it’s not you it’s just… maybe you should go do this to Dean. He’s used to it,” Sam offered, knowing it sounded ludicrous and wincing slightly. He let go of her hands, aware that she could break his grip if she wanted to.
“Nah, don’t get me wrong, he’s all kinds of nice but I’ve been through the bad-boy phase and out the other side.” Faith lay forward, braced on her elbows so her and Sam’s faces were close, their torsos just touching. She used both hands to push Sam’s hair out of his face and hold it away. “Now I seem to have a yen for the pretty, library types.”
“Look, this really isn’t-“ Me Sam was going to say, but then Faith did something with her tongue along his collar bone and Sam surged upwards, arms wrapping around her lean body, all protests forgotten.
“That’s what they all try and tell me,” Faith sighed into Sam’s neck, breath a hot pulse against the wet place she’d created.
~~~
“I swear to God, man,” Dean said, voice muffled because his face was still mashed into his pillow as Sam was trying to make his quiet way to the bathroom just as the sky was lightening to violet. “If there is any evidence on my upholstery then you are dead with a capital D.”
Sam froze and flushed.
“Oh, and it’s also about goddamn time,” Dean added.
“Oh shutup,” Sam grumbled, slamming the bathroom door behind himself.
~~~
“You really are mousy library Sue ain’t ya?” Faith flicked Sam’s laptop as she slid into the diner booth beside him. On the other side, Dean snorted into his eggs.
“Do you want to do this?” Sam tilted the laptop towards her but she pushed it back with a grin and then leaned across the table to snag some of Dean’s toast. Dean didn’t even blink and Sam gaped, knowing that if he tried something similar he would lose his hand.
“There are some papers online and there are a lot of pet deaths around the north of town. There’s also a story about a farmer who had a section of his corn crop die overnight.”
“How are you doing that?” Faith asked, passing her hand around the laptop and finding no cables.
“There’s an unprotected wireless network close by.”
“Geek,” Both Dean and Faith said in unison and then grinned at each other.
“What’s going on here? When did you guys become BFFs?” Sam demanded, sour expression on his face.
“Sammy’s a little cranky before his morning coffee,” Dean said to Faith.
Sam slammed the lid closed on his laptop and stood, but because they were in a booth, Faith was between him and freedom. She merely fisted a hand in the bottom of his shirt and pulled him back down, hooking her legs over his and using them to pull herself up flush against his side. She leaned forward and licked a broad stripe up the side of his neck.
“Ugh, that’s me done,” Dean said, making a disgusted face and pushed his plate away. Faith wasted no time tugging it towards herself and digging into the remaining eggs. Dean pushed up and out of the booth. “I’ll go get out stuff and bring the car around. “
Sam turned to look at Faith, who was still busily finishing off the remains of Dean’s breakfast while her legs, hooked up now at the knee, gently squeezed his torso.
He figured she could probably crush his ribs without breaking a sweat and was starting to worry that he found that unbelievably cool.
She turned her face towards him, reaching for his coffee without breaking rhythm and when she’d finished it off, she looked at him with large eyes.
“What?”
~~~
The farmer was pissy and didn’t look convinced when Dean flashed his wallet at him, telling him they were from the EPA. Considering he had just flashed a Bikini Inspector’s card, Sam was a little more than surprised when the farmer, a man named Jenkins, stepped out of his doorway and led them around to the back of his property.
Jenkins pushed his cap off to scratch his forehead as he led them down the rows of apparently innocent looking corn until they reached a section where whole swathes were dying, cornstalks brown and curling over and the soil beneath looking black. The man’s field was small, probably not his soul source of income from the way it looked. It wouldn’t be long before the whole lot was dead.
“Don’t rightly understand it, damn dead section is getting bigger everyday.”
“Are there any underground tunnels or caves around here that you know of?” Sam asked, watching as Faith lowered onto her haunches and pressed her fingers into the soil.
“There was a mine on the edge of Peterson’s property but I don’t think the tunnels reached down this far. Look, you gotta do some tests or something?”
Sam shook his head but Faith came up, elbowing him in the ribs. “Yes, we do. We’ve got some equipment in the car. Don’t let us keep you.”
The man looked the three of them over, shrugged and made his way back to his house.
“We do?” Dean raised an eyebrow.
“You got shovels in your car?” Faith asked and Sam looked perplexed but Dean just nodded.
“Of course.”
“Then yes, we do.”
~~~
Sam and Faith had been digging in the centre of the deadened field for a few minutes, having sent Dean up to the other property to check if the mine was open and accessible, when something occurred to Sam.
“Why did you think I knew who you were?” he asked, pausing to strip his outer shirt off so he was only left in his t-shirt. It was a warm day but the soil had been icy when Faith had taken his hand and held it down to the ground, saying, “We’re going to have to dig,” with a tight expression.
“You been brooding on that the whole time?” Faith asked, digging steadily, muscles playing across her back. Jess had been soft where Faith was all hard angles and lines and Sam couldn’t really reconcile how both could be so lovely to him when so different.
“No, I just remembered. You said I picked a slayer out of the room. Can I ask what you are exactly?”
Now Faith did pause, coming up to lean on her shovel and look at Sam over her shoulder. “I’m a good guy now. Does it really matter?”
“What do you mean now?” Sam asked, something cold curling through his belly. The nothingness he got from Faith had been bothering him more than he realised. Even demons gave off a little something, or more than a little something. Whatever Faith was, she was either so turned inward that he couldn’t get a read off her at all, or so powerful she could hide in plain view.
Both options made him uneasy.
“Look, it doesn’t matter. I wasn’t the nicest person for a while, got my head all turned around but it’s back on straight, all’s forgiven. Can we not talk about this?”
Sam leant forward and put a hand on Faith’s shoulder. When she shrugged it off, he simply moved it back again until she slumped a little, letting it stay. “Dean and I, we’re careful. We don’t let too many people in for a reason. I gotta know… I gotta know what you are. I hope you understand.”
Faith took a few breaths and Sam felt her tense under his fingers. He thought she might be bracing for something, bracing to tell him, but then a shudder went through her and she dropped her shovel. “Look, you don’t need me. It’s pretty easy. Dig through to the nest underneath, break up all the eggs and if it makes you feel any better, salt the hell out of the ground, burn the shells, do a little dance. I’m out.”
“Faith, wait-“ Sam called, but she was gone, disappearing through the corn, fast like a shadow.
“What happened?” Dean asked, appearing through the corn on the other side.
“I really don’t know.”
~~~
“I call first shower!” Dean barrelled through the hotel door, knocking Sam sideways. They were both covered in Arekas egg ichor which was a vibrant blue. Jenkins had watched them leave with a raised eyebrow, only asking if everything was fixed now.
Sam sometimes marvelled at a human’s capacity to just look straight past the weird and unusual like it wasn’t even there.
Sam was toeing his boots off when he noticed that Faith’s pack was gone from the corner of the room. There was a folded piece of paper on the bed she’d used and he wiped his hands on the only bit of shirt not covered in goo before picking it up and unfolding it carefully.
Thanks for…
That was all that was written on the page.
He crossed over to his laptop and opened it, realising it was on. When he hit the enter key, a web page came up, The Unexplained.org, a website he had flashed past before with a snort of derision. On the page was an article titled,
Sunnydale, California. Where did it go?
On the side of his screen was a post-it with read between the lines, scrawled across it.
A few minutes later, still engrossed, Sam only looked up when Dean came out of the bathroom chuckling.
“What?” Sam asked, bookmarking the page.
“Um, you might want to have a look in the bathroom,” he said, grinning madly.
“Why?” Sam asked slowly.
“Because written on the tile above the sink is Sam Winchester has a nice… anyway, there’s what I can only assume to be a fairly faithful drawing to accompany it. When I say faithful though, I mean dude, she was obviously being polite.”
“What-? Oh very clever,” Sam rolled his eyes and Dean dissolved into chortles. “Anyway, you know what they say about big hands and big feet,” Sam grinned, flapping his enormous hands in Dean’s direction.
Dean let out a mew of disgust, squeezing his eyes shut and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Oh man, I am scarred for life. For life.”
Sam was still chuckling when he turned back to the computer, back to a photo of a road sign that lay in the dirt.
Welcome to Sunnydale
Fandom: SPN/Buffy
Pairing: Sam/Faith, Dean
Rating: Adult Themes
Word Count: 2,440
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, no offense, no money.
Part One is here.
Summary: “Oh that’s charming!” Sam snorted as Dean whipped the pillow off his head and looked over. Seeing that everyone was still dressed and there was still a whole room between Faith and his brother, Dean rolled his eyes and dropped his face back into the pillow, snoring loudly only moments later.
Sam wasn’t really one hundred percent sure what Faith had meant by, “See you back there,” until he and Dean turned up back at their hotel room, having stopped off for a beer or five on the way. There they found Faith sprawled out on one of the narrow single beds, her bag thrown unceremoniously in the corner of the room on top of theirs.
“Dude, just… no,” Dean grumbled, throwing himself down on the other bed and pulling a pillow over his head, obviously very willing to let Sam take care of their small problem by himself.
“There weren’t any other rooms?” Sam prompted. All he wanted to do was crash and all that was left was the threadbare armchair in the corner of the room that he knew would cripple him if he tried to sleep on it.
“Hey, I woulda been out of here tonight if it weren’t for you guys. The least you can do is share your digs, give a girl some place to lay her head. You’re not paying for it, right?” Faith sat up, fanning a number of credit cards out in her hand and waving them.
“That’s not the… where am I supposed to sleep?”
A slow smile curled across Faith’s face. “Plenty of room for you here, tall paul,” she said, spreading her jean clad legs and patting the bed between them.
“Oh that’s charming!” Sam snorted as Dean whipped the pillow off his head and looked over. Seeing that everyone was still dressed and there was still a whole room between Faith and his brother, Dean rolled his eyes and dropped his face back into the pillow, snoring loudly only moments later.
Sam retreated to the bathroom, but even the tub was too small for him to throw blankets into and sleep. He went back into the room, looked around and then slammed outside, pausing only long enough to tear the blanket off Dean and wrap it around his shoulders. He went outside to the Impala, opened the back door and dropped inside on the backseat.
He had slept on the backseat of cars hundreds of times, but that was before he was six foot five. Sam rolled onto his back, heels nearly in his ass before he curled up and undid the window, threading his legs through.
If he hadn’t been three sheets to the wind, he probably wouldn’t have been able to sleep at all, but as it was, Sam dropped off almost immediately.
~~~
Sam jerked awake with the sensation of something crawling up his body. He blindly struck out and something small with a grip like a vice grabbed his elbow and forced his arm down.
“Woah, play nice,” came a smooth chuckle in the darkness and at that moment the moon broke cloud cover long enough to catch Faith’s face, Cheshire cat grin in place. Sam kicked his feet a little and felt the rasp of gravel underneath his heels and realised Faith must have gotten the Impala door, with his legs through the window, open without waking him.
It was an unsettling thought.
“What do you want?” Sam grumbled, trying to curl over onto his side but Faith had jammed her legs into the space on either side of his flank so he was pinned.
“What every girl wants. A pony,” she replied, the grin fading to what Sam believed must have been a rare smile, but then her hands were on his belt and he suddenly realised just what she was doing.
“Oh, hey, no,” he protested, trying to swat her hands away, but she was preternaturally fast and the belt was open and whipped through his jeans faster than he could grab it, tossed into the front of the car with a dull metallic clonk. She was at his zipper before he was able to arrest her movement, being able to encircle both wrists with only one of his hands. “What are you doing?”
“I was hoping that would be obvious,” Faith said, adding a little wiggle of her hips for emphasis, parts of Sam’s body getting just what she meant faster than he did, waking up and seeming to be very appreciative of the proceedings.
“I don’t usually… it’s not you it’s just… maybe you should go do this to Dean. He’s used to it,” Sam offered, knowing it sounded ludicrous and wincing slightly. He let go of her hands, aware that she could break his grip if she wanted to.
“Nah, don’t get me wrong, he’s all kinds of nice but I’ve been through the bad-boy phase and out the other side.” Faith lay forward, braced on her elbows so her and Sam’s faces were close, their torsos just touching. She used both hands to push Sam’s hair out of his face and hold it away. “Now I seem to have a yen for the pretty, library types.”
“Look, this really isn’t-“ Me Sam was going to say, but then Faith did something with her tongue along his collar bone and Sam surged upwards, arms wrapping around her lean body, all protests forgotten.
“That’s what they all try and tell me,” Faith sighed into Sam’s neck, breath a hot pulse against the wet place she’d created.
~~~
“I swear to God, man,” Dean said, voice muffled because his face was still mashed into his pillow as Sam was trying to make his quiet way to the bathroom just as the sky was lightening to violet. “If there is any evidence on my upholstery then you are dead with a capital D.”
Sam froze and flushed.
“Oh, and it’s also about goddamn time,” Dean added.
“Oh shutup,” Sam grumbled, slamming the bathroom door behind himself.
~~~
“You really are mousy library Sue ain’t ya?” Faith flicked Sam’s laptop as she slid into the diner booth beside him. On the other side, Dean snorted into his eggs.
“Do you want to do this?” Sam tilted the laptop towards her but she pushed it back with a grin and then leaned across the table to snag some of Dean’s toast. Dean didn’t even blink and Sam gaped, knowing that if he tried something similar he would lose his hand.
“There are some papers online and there are a lot of pet deaths around the north of town. There’s also a story about a farmer who had a section of his corn crop die overnight.”
“How are you doing that?” Faith asked, passing her hand around the laptop and finding no cables.
“There’s an unprotected wireless network close by.”
“Geek,” Both Dean and Faith said in unison and then grinned at each other.
“What’s going on here? When did you guys become BFFs?” Sam demanded, sour expression on his face.
“Sammy’s a little cranky before his morning coffee,” Dean said to Faith.
Sam slammed the lid closed on his laptop and stood, but because they were in a booth, Faith was between him and freedom. She merely fisted a hand in the bottom of his shirt and pulled him back down, hooking her legs over his and using them to pull herself up flush against his side. She leaned forward and licked a broad stripe up the side of his neck.
“Ugh, that’s me done,” Dean said, making a disgusted face and pushed his plate away. Faith wasted no time tugging it towards herself and digging into the remaining eggs. Dean pushed up and out of the booth. “I’ll go get out stuff and bring the car around. “
Sam turned to look at Faith, who was still busily finishing off the remains of Dean’s breakfast while her legs, hooked up now at the knee, gently squeezed his torso.
He figured she could probably crush his ribs without breaking a sweat and was starting to worry that he found that unbelievably cool.
She turned her face towards him, reaching for his coffee without breaking rhythm and when she’d finished it off, she looked at him with large eyes.
“What?”
~~~
The farmer was pissy and didn’t look convinced when Dean flashed his wallet at him, telling him they were from the EPA. Considering he had just flashed a Bikini Inspector’s card, Sam was a little more than surprised when the farmer, a man named Jenkins, stepped out of his doorway and led them around to the back of his property.
Jenkins pushed his cap off to scratch his forehead as he led them down the rows of apparently innocent looking corn until they reached a section where whole swathes were dying, cornstalks brown and curling over and the soil beneath looking black. The man’s field was small, probably not his soul source of income from the way it looked. It wouldn’t be long before the whole lot was dead.
“Don’t rightly understand it, damn dead section is getting bigger everyday.”
“Are there any underground tunnels or caves around here that you know of?” Sam asked, watching as Faith lowered onto her haunches and pressed her fingers into the soil.
“There was a mine on the edge of Peterson’s property but I don’t think the tunnels reached down this far. Look, you gotta do some tests or something?”
Sam shook his head but Faith came up, elbowing him in the ribs. “Yes, we do. We’ve got some equipment in the car. Don’t let us keep you.”
The man looked the three of them over, shrugged and made his way back to his house.
“We do?” Dean raised an eyebrow.
“You got shovels in your car?” Faith asked and Sam looked perplexed but Dean just nodded.
“Of course.”
“Then yes, we do.”
~~~
Sam and Faith had been digging in the centre of the deadened field for a few minutes, having sent Dean up to the other property to check if the mine was open and accessible, when something occurred to Sam.
“Why did you think I knew who you were?” he asked, pausing to strip his outer shirt off so he was only left in his t-shirt. It was a warm day but the soil had been icy when Faith had taken his hand and held it down to the ground, saying, “We’re going to have to dig,” with a tight expression.
“You been brooding on that the whole time?” Faith asked, digging steadily, muscles playing across her back. Jess had been soft where Faith was all hard angles and lines and Sam couldn’t really reconcile how both could be so lovely to him when so different.
“No, I just remembered. You said I picked a slayer out of the room. Can I ask what you are exactly?”
Now Faith did pause, coming up to lean on her shovel and look at Sam over her shoulder. “I’m a good guy now. Does it really matter?”
“What do you mean now?” Sam asked, something cold curling through his belly. The nothingness he got from Faith had been bothering him more than he realised. Even demons gave off a little something, or more than a little something. Whatever Faith was, she was either so turned inward that he couldn’t get a read off her at all, or so powerful she could hide in plain view.
Both options made him uneasy.
“Look, it doesn’t matter. I wasn’t the nicest person for a while, got my head all turned around but it’s back on straight, all’s forgiven. Can we not talk about this?”
Sam leant forward and put a hand on Faith’s shoulder. When she shrugged it off, he simply moved it back again until she slumped a little, letting it stay. “Dean and I, we’re careful. We don’t let too many people in for a reason. I gotta know… I gotta know what you are. I hope you understand.”
Faith took a few breaths and Sam felt her tense under his fingers. He thought she might be bracing for something, bracing to tell him, but then a shudder went through her and she dropped her shovel. “Look, you don’t need me. It’s pretty easy. Dig through to the nest underneath, break up all the eggs and if it makes you feel any better, salt the hell out of the ground, burn the shells, do a little dance. I’m out.”
“Faith, wait-“ Sam called, but she was gone, disappearing through the corn, fast like a shadow.
“What happened?” Dean asked, appearing through the corn on the other side.
“I really don’t know.”
~~~
“I call first shower!” Dean barrelled through the hotel door, knocking Sam sideways. They were both covered in Arekas egg ichor which was a vibrant blue. Jenkins had watched them leave with a raised eyebrow, only asking if everything was fixed now.
Sam sometimes marvelled at a human’s capacity to just look straight past the weird and unusual like it wasn’t even there.
Sam was toeing his boots off when he noticed that Faith’s pack was gone from the corner of the room. There was a folded piece of paper on the bed she’d used and he wiped his hands on the only bit of shirt not covered in goo before picking it up and unfolding it carefully.
Thanks for…
That was all that was written on the page.
He crossed over to his laptop and opened it, realising it was on. When he hit the enter key, a web page came up, The Unexplained.org, a website he had flashed past before with a snort of derision. On the page was an article titled,
Sunnydale, California. Where did it go?
On the side of his screen was a post-it with read between the lines, scrawled across it.
A few minutes later, still engrossed, Sam only looked up when Dean came out of the bathroom chuckling.
“What?” Sam asked, bookmarking the page.
“Um, you might want to have a look in the bathroom,” he said, grinning madly.
“Why?” Sam asked slowly.
“Because written on the tile above the sink is Sam Winchester has a nice… anyway, there’s what I can only assume to be a fairly faithful drawing to accompany it. When I say faithful though, I mean dude, she was obviously being polite.”
“What-? Oh very clever,” Sam rolled his eyes and Dean dissolved into chortles. “Anyway, you know what they say about big hands and big feet,” Sam grinned, flapping his enormous hands in Dean’s direction.
Dean let out a mew of disgust, squeezing his eyes shut and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Oh man, I am scarred for life. For life.”
Sam was still chuckling when he turned back to the computer, back to a photo of a road sign that lay in the dirt.
Welcome to Sunnydale