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skylar0graceTitle: Where We Began (Fractured Hearts Trilogy – Part One).
Author: SkylarGrace.
Status: Complete; Multi-Chaptered.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: The greatest challenge of their lives is about to begin.
Spoilers: All of ‘Supernatural’ and ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’.
Disclaimer: ‘Supernatural’ and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. No infringement intended. ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. No infringement intended.
Notes: Set after ‘Chosen’ of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and during Season Three of Supernatural.
“But don't count on me givin' it, all back to you,” Dean Winchester sang, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. “Just because I'm hooked on livin’, doesn't mean I'm hooked on you.”
As the sounds of AC/DC carried through the car, Dean noticed the sign by the side of the road. “Wake up Sammy, we’re almost there.”
Rubbing his eyes and sitting straighter, Sam Winchester asked, “What time is it?”
“About 8,” was his brother’s reply, “We’ll be there in about 30 minutes. But I want to go over it again once more. I don’t want to be stuck here all day.”
Sam rummaged around the backseat until his hand rested on something familiar and he pulled it back revealing his laptop. As it was starting up, he turned down the stereo and took in his surroundings.
“Alright,” Sam began, opening bookmarked web pages, “Last week four girls, camping in the nearby woods, were attacked. One girl, Louise Adams, managed to get back to town and raise the alarm. But by the time they got out there, there was no sign of the other three girls, just a lot of blood on the ground and shredded tents, etc. Locals have put it down to a grizzly attack. But the girl, Louise, insists it was not a bear, though she never said what she thought it was. I can’t tell you much more. Ellen still has her ear to the ground, but since we were nearby…”
“What do you think it was?”
“I have no idea. It could be a spirit, demon, could be anything. I thought we could check out the scene first and then maybe go and see this girl, Louise. If it is nothing, we can keep going but if not, we can find a place and check this out.”
Dean yawned and Sam looked at him concerned. “Do you wanna find somewhere first and maybe get some sleep? You’ve been driving most of the night.” Dean just shook his head.
“Nope. I’ll be fine. Let’s just check it out first. Do you have the directions?” Sam pulled up the map that had been beside his seat.
“Yeah, here you go.” Sam shook his head and returned his attention to the laptop.
~
As the Impala pulled into the camping grounds, Sam put his laptop on the backseat. Both men got out of the car and immediately went to the boot, opening it to reveal their usual stash of weaponry. Sam pulled out his backpack, placing a knife and holy water inside, while Dean stood beside him, loading a rifle with rock salt. Once they were both equipped they headed for the walking track. Sam led with the EMF reader as he followed a well trodden dirt path. After a few minutes of walking through the woods, Dean spotted the remains of the camp site and motioned to Sam, who followed. Sam walked around the camp but looked quizzically at Dean.
“There’re no readings,” he stated and Dean knelt down by a tent, examining the shreds of what was left.
“I don’t think this was done by claws. The tears are singular. But it is too jagged to have been done by a knife.”
Sam looked down at the dark stains all around him. “There is a LOT of blood here.”
“Wendigo?” Dean asked, looking up at him.
Sam shook his head. “I don’t know.” He looked closer at a pool of blood that had seeped into the soil, causing an ugly dark patch on the ground. “And it looks as though they were dragged off,” he said, pointing to some drag lines in the dirt.
Dean stood and they started following the lines into the scrub. Suddenly a scream broke the silence. They paused for a second before they broke into a run. Branches scraped their faces and twigs hit their legs as they ran. Stopping near a tree, they listened intently, trying to hear another sound out of place. Sam started creeping forward when off in the distance to his left, he saw a movement. Signalling to Dean, they headed off in that direction. The dark figure became more noticeable the closer they got. As they drew near, Dean shouted.
“Hey!”
The thing turned around. Standing at over 2 metres tall, the green demon looked toward them. Dropping the lifeless body of the girl it was dragging, it advanced angrily.
“Whoa,” yelled Dean, backing up slowly. “Ah, Sammy, what is that?”
Sam looked stunned. “I don’t know,” he replied, “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
In a moment the demon was upon them. Sam and Dean both fired their weapons, but the rock salt did nothing but make it angrier. It flung its arm out and sent Sam careening into a tree.
“Sam!” yelled Dean. Sam opened his eyes, pain exploding and vision swirling as he tried to focus on something, anything.
“Sam!” yelled Dean again, as the demon advanced on him.
His eyes widened as bone skewers instantaneously protruded from its arms. Dean backed away, shooting again, but he knew his rounds were useless. He flung his gun down, now useless, and got ready to fight. The demon thrust forward its arm, missing Dean’s body by centimetres but slicing through his favourite shirt.
All of a sudden, the demon was flung to the side. Dean turned, expecting to see Sam, but only saw a small woman go running past, her blonde ponytail bobbing up and down as she fought it, taking care to avoid the skewers. As she broke a skewer off, the demon howled in pain and Dean saw Sam struggling to stand. He ran over to him and helped him stand.
“That was one hell of a hit,” Dean observed.
“I feel like I’ve been run over.” His vision was clear now but a throbbing pain still pierced his head from its connection to the tree and he was having trouble shaking it.
“Are you okay?” Dean asked.
Sam nodded and Dean left his side to aid the woman still fighting. As he closed in on their position, he saw the woman get pushed into a tree. In a second, she had flipped herself over the demon and landed a kick in its back. Drawing out a very long and sharp looking sword she took one swing and its head rolled off its body as the body crumpled to the ground.
She spun around, not even out of breath, and ran towards the body of the girl, lying between two trees. Dean stood shocked. This woman was short and slender but fought with amazing strength. She put her fingers to the girl’s neck and her own head dropped as she sighed. Angrily, she whirled around.
“Who the hell sent you?” she asked. Not even waiting for a response, she pulled out her mobile phone and started dialling. Dean felt Sam approach behind him.
“Nobody sent us,” Sam answered. Buffy Summers raised an eyebrow as the call was answered.
“I was too late,” she said, eyeing the two men suspiciously. Dressed as they were, it was obvious they were not Watchers. She saw the gun Sam held in his hand and rolled her eyes. “She’s dead.” She paused. “No, it was a Polgara. It’s dead too, though it shouldn’t have even been here.” She looked once again toward the two men standing before her. Addressing them she asked, “Did you drive here?”
Dean appeared cautious. “Yes.”
“I’ll be at the safe house in fifteen minutes. I’ll come back tonight and do a sweep just to make sure there aren’t any more,” she told the person on the other end and hung up.
“What are you doing here?” she asked the men in front of her. Sam moved forward. As he opened his mouth, an explanation on the tip of his tongue he heard a response from behind him.
“We could ask you the same thing,” Dean said. Buffy rolled her eyes.
“You could have gotten yourselves killed.”
Sensing the hostility raging from behind him, Sam decided to intervene. “Who are you?” he asked.
They both watched as she easily picked up the young girl in her arms and started to move forward. Dean raised his eyebrow at her display of strength but she didn’t notice. Buffy began walking and she called out as she passed them.
“I guess we both have some explaining. I’ll need you to drop me off.”
“We’re not taking you anywhere,” Dean said angrily. Buffy spun on her heels and anger flashed in her eyes. The small amount of sunlight filtering through the trees bounced off of her hair and seemed to make her skin glow softly.
“I just saved your butts from being killed. For all I know, you could be the death of her,” she said, motioning toward the body in her arms. “Now, I can walk back with a body in my arms easily enough but I’d rather be a little less noticeable.” Sam stepped past Dean.
“Where do you need to go?” Sam asked trying to make amends but it only seemed to make Dean angrier and he whispered loudly at Sam through gritted teeth.
“I am not taking her anywhere in my car. Did you see the way she fought? For all we know, she could be a demon or something.” Sam turned toward Dean.
“If she wanted to kill us, she probably would have done so already. We can’t let her walk through town with a body in her arms.” Dean’s nostrils flared as he stood his ground, arms crossed across his chest. Buffy sighed.
“Look, I don’t need your help.” She turned around and started walking away, nimbly stepping over the forest debris. Sam looked at Dean.
“You stubborn ass, she could help us!” Sam said.
“She could kill us, Sam,” Dean retorted. Sam’s eyes looked into Dean’s pleadingly and Dean sighed. “Fine, whatever.”
Sam ran after Buffy as Dean turned and picked up his rifle. He had weaponry in the car and if she turned out to be a threat to either him or Sam, he’d shoot her; even if she was hot. Shaking his head at Sam’s retreating back, he followed.
Author: SkylarGrace.
Status: Complete; Multi-Chaptered.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: The greatest challenge of their lives is about to begin.
Spoilers: All of ‘Supernatural’ and ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’.
Disclaimer: ‘Supernatural’ and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. No infringement intended. ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. No infringement intended.
Notes: Set after ‘Chosen’ of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and during Season Three of Supernatural.
It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog – Mark Twain
“But don't count on me givin' it, all back to you,” Dean Winchester sang, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. “Just because I'm hooked on livin’, doesn't mean I'm hooked on you.”
As the sounds of AC/DC carried through the car, Dean noticed the sign by the side of the road. “Wake up Sammy, we’re almost there.”
Rubbing his eyes and sitting straighter, Sam Winchester asked, “What time is it?”
“About 8,” was his brother’s reply, “We’ll be there in about 30 minutes. But I want to go over it again once more. I don’t want to be stuck here all day.”
Sam rummaged around the backseat until his hand rested on something familiar and he pulled it back revealing his laptop. As it was starting up, he turned down the stereo and took in his surroundings.
“Alright,” Sam began, opening bookmarked web pages, “Last week four girls, camping in the nearby woods, were attacked. One girl, Louise Adams, managed to get back to town and raise the alarm. But by the time they got out there, there was no sign of the other three girls, just a lot of blood on the ground and shredded tents, etc. Locals have put it down to a grizzly attack. But the girl, Louise, insists it was not a bear, though she never said what she thought it was. I can’t tell you much more. Ellen still has her ear to the ground, but since we were nearby…”
“What do you think it was?”
“I have no idea. It could be a spirit, demon, could be anything. I thought we could check out the scene first and then maybe go and see this girl, Louise. If it is nothing, we can keep going but if not, we can find a place and check this out.”
Dean yawned and Sam looked at him concerned. “Do you wanna find somewhere first and maybe get some sleep? You’ve been driving most of the night.” Dean just shook his head.
“Nope. I’ll be fine. Let’s just check it out first. Do you have the directions?” Sam pulled up the map that had been beside his seat.
“Yeah, here you go.” Sam shook his head and returned his attention to the laptop.
~
As the Impala pulled into the camping grounds, Sam put his laptop on the backseat. Both men got out of the car and immediately went to the boot, opening it to reveal their usual stash of weaponry. Sam pulled out his backpack, placing a knife and holy water inside, while Dean stood beside him, loading a rifle with rock salt. Once they were both equipped they headed for the walking track. Sam led with the EMF reader as he followed a well trodden dirt path. After a few minutes of walking through the woods, Dean spotted the remains of the camp site and motioned to Sam, who followed. Sam walked around the camp but looked quizzically at Dean.
“There’re no readings,” he stated and Dean knelt down by a tent, examining the shreds of what was left.
“I don’t think this was done by claws. The tears are singular. But it is too jagged to have been done by a knife.”
Sam looked down at the dark stains all around him. “There is a LOT of blood here.”
“Wendigo?” Dean asked, looking up at him.
Sam shook his head. “I don’t know.” He looked closer at a pool of blood that had seeped into the soil, causing an ugly dark patch on the ground. “And it looks as though they were dragged off,” he said, pointing to some drag lines in the dirt.
Dean stood and they started following the lines into the scrub. Suddenly a scream broke the silence. They paused for a second before they broke into a run. Branches scraped their faces and twigs hit their legs as they ran. Stopping near a tree, they listened intently, trying to hear another sound out of place. Sam started creeping forward when off in the distance to his left, he saw a movement. Signalling to Dean, they headed off in that direction. The dark figure became more noticeable the closer they got. As they drew near, Dean shouted.
“Hey!”
The thing turned around. Standing at over 2 metres tall, the green demon looked toward them. Dropping the lifeless body of the girl it was dragging, it advanced angrily.
“Whoa,” yelled Dean, backing up slowly. “Ah, Sammy, what is that?”
Sam looked stunned. “I don’t know,” he replied, “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
In a moment the demon was upon them. Sam and Dean both fired their weapons, but the rock salt did nothing but make it angrier. It flung its arm out and sent Sam careening into a tree.
“Sam!” yelled Dean. Sam opened his eyes, pain exploding and vision swirling as he tried to focus on something, anything.
“Sam!” yelled Dean again, as the demon advanced on him.
His eyes widened as bone skewers instantaneously protruded from its arms. Dean backed away, shooting again, but he knew his rounds were useless. He flung his gun down, now useless, and got ready to fight. The demon thrust forward its arm, missing Dean’s body by centimetres but slicing through his favourite shirt.
All of a sudden, the demon was flung to the side. Dean turned, expecting to see Sam, but only saw a small woman go running past, her blonde ponytail bobbing up and down as she fought it, taking care to avoid the skewers. As she broke a skewer off, the demon howled in pain and Dean saw Sam struggling to stand. He ran over to him and helped him stand.
“That was one hell of a hit,” Dean observed.
“I feel like I’ve been run over.” His vision was clear now but a throbbing pain still pierced his head from its connection to the tree and he was having trouble shaking it.
“Are you okay?” Dean asked.
Sam nodded and Dean left his side to aid the woman still fighting. As he closed in on their position, he saw the woman get pushed into a tree. In a second, she had flipped herself over the demon and landed a kick in its back. Drawing out a very long and sharp looking sword she took one swing and its head rolled off its body as the body crumpled to the ground.
She spun around, not even out of breath, and ran towards the body of the girl, lying between two trees. Dean stood shocked. This woman was short and slender but fought with amazing strength. She put her fingers to the girl’s neck and her own head dropped as she sighed. Angrily, she whirled around.
“Who the hell sent you?” she asked. Not even waiting for a response, she pulled out her mobile phone and started dialling. Dean felt Sam approach behind him.
“Nobody sent us,” Sam answered. Buffy Summers raised an eyebrow as the call was answered.
“I was too late,” she said, eyeing the two men suspiciously. Dressed as they were, it was obvious they were not Watchers. She saw the gun Sam held in his hand and rolled her eyes. “She’s dead.” She paused. “No, it was a Polgara. It’s dead too, though it shouldn’t have even been here.” She looked once again toward the two men standing before her. Addressing them she asked, “Did you drive here?”
Dean appeared cautious. “Yes.”
“I’ll be at the safe house in fifteen minutes. I’ll come back tonight and do a sweep just to make sure there aren’t any more,” she told the person on the other end and hung up.
“What are you doing here?” she asked the men in front of her. Sam moved forward. As he opened his mouth, an explanation on the tip of his tongue he heard a response from behind him.
“We could ask you the same thing,” Dean said. Buffy rolled her eyes.
“You could have gotten yourselves killed.”
Sensing the hostility raging from behind him, Sam decided to intervene. “Who are you?” he asked.
They both watched as she easily picked up the young girl in her arms and started to move forward. Dean raised his eyebrow at her display of strength but she didn’t notice. Buffy began walking and she called out as she passed them.
“I guess we both have some explaining. I’ll need you to drop me off.”
“We’re not taking you anywhere,” Dean said angrily. Buffy spun on her heels and anger flashed in her eyes. The small amount of sunlight filtering through the trees bounced off of her hair and seemed to make her skin glow softly.
“I just saved your butts from being killed. For all I know, you could be the death of her,” she said, motioning toward the body in her arms. “Now, I can walk back with a body in my arms easily enough but I’d rather be a little less noticeable.” Sam stepped past Dean.
“Where do you need to go?” Sam asked trying to make amends but it only seemed to make Dean angrier and he whispered loudly at Sam through gritted teeth.
“I am not taking her anywhere in my car. Did you see the way she fought? For all we know, she could be a demon or something.” Sam turned toward Dean.
“If she wanted to kill us, she probably would have done so already. We can’t let her walk through town with a body in her arms.” Dean’s nostrils flared as he stood his ground, arms crossed across his chest. Buffy sighed.
“Look, I don’t need your help.” She turned around and started walking away, nimbly stepping over the forest debris. Sam looked at Dean.
“You stubborn ass, she could help us!” Sam said.
“She could kill us, Sam,” Dean retorted. Sam’s eyes looked into Dean’s pleadingly and Dean sighed. “Fine, whatever.”
Sam ran after Buffy as Dean turned and picked up his rifle. He had weaponry in the car and if she turned out to be a threat to either him or Sam, he’d shoot her; even if she was hot. Shaking his head at Sam’s retreating back, he followed.
