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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.
Dean had driven them to a nearby diner that seemed to be stuck in the 50’s. Buffy led both men to a black and white polka dot booth and sat with her back to the wall. From her vantage point, she could clearly see the entire diner. The three sat there waiting for their food to arrive.
“So,” Buffy began, “Do you guys have girlfriends?”
Dean raised his eyebrows and looked straight at her. “Why, you offering?”
Sam smiled. Dean might still be angry but he seemed to be cooling off. Buffy just rolled her eyes.
“I just wanted to know if you had anyone else but each other.”
“Our dad died a little while ago,” Sam said, “so there’s just the two of us.”
“Speaking of died,” Dean spoke up, changing the subject from their dad, “How did you die? You’re looking pretty good for a corpse.”
Buffy smiled as she took a sip out of her coke. “Which time?”
Dean sat there stunned. There was a brief silence and Sam spoke, though it came out as an almost whisper. He was beginning to think that despite Dean’s protests he might ask Buffy for her help. Obviously she had cheated death more than once and he only needed the one shot to save Dean.
“How many times have you died?” he asked quietly.
“Three,” she replied, shrugging. “The first time, I drowned, the last time I was shot.”
The waitress came over with their orders and placed the three plates filled with food in front of them, making sure to throw a seductive smile in Dean’s direction; an action both Sam and Buffy ignored.
“Look, I say we finish lunch and head out early. We could wait for nightfall, but I really don’t think there will be anyone disturbing us in the woods.”
The brothers nodded in agreement. “What do you think the Polgara was doing here anyway?” Sam asked.
“No idea. It should have left a trail from wherever it was that it came from but there was nothing. Giles is looking into it as we speak. I have no idea why Louise went back there though. And as far as we know there haven’t been any other deaths or missing people. I can’t explain it.”
Dean thought for a moment. “Could it have been sent after those girls on purpose?” he asked, taking a bite out of the burger he was eating.
Buffy shook her head. “I don’t think so. But if it was being manipulated, then that is some pretty powerful magic. Whoever was controlling it had to have also kept it under the radar.”
“I think we should look for any caves nearby,” Dean said. “It had to sleep somewhere.”
Buffy nodded and silence covered the table as they ate.
~
An hour later, they were standing outside of a cave. “Looks like it goes pretty deep underground,” Sam stated. “It looks man made, so it may have been used for mining or something.”
They stepped inside and allowed their eyes to adjust to the light. In front of them stood three tunnels, the centre one wide, allowing what would have been carts down it once. The two smaller on the side looked like access tunnels for workers.
“Of course there’s three,” said Buffy sighing. “Alright, I’ll take the centre one; you guys take one each on the sides. We’ll walk down and see what we can find. If you see anything that National Geographic hasn’t covered, leave it and we’ll all go down together. No heroes.”
“Sounds fair,” Sam replied and they all set off, the beams from their torches creating illuminating arcs in the darkness.
~
Dean had walked about fifty metres into his tunnel when he suddenly realised that it ended abruptly. “Damn it!”
He was cursing his bad luck when he saw that his tunnel actually opened up into another tunnel. Dean was trying to decide whether to venture further down into the caves or not when he heard a noise. He slowly turned his torch off and moved stealthily around the corner, hearing a crunching noise coming from the other tunnel. He strained to hear but whatever had previously made the noise had stopped as well. As he peered around the corner, he could see nothing but darkness. Unsure, he stepped into the consuming dark.
~
Down in her tunnel, Buffy’s senses went on alert. She wasn’t sure what it was. Wishing she had brought a torch with her, she relied on her better than average night vision all the more. She stopped and listened. Something had definitely moved up ahead. She pushed herself against the wall and waited. Only mere seconds later, a shape moved in front of her slowly. She waited until it was right in front and kicked high. Buffy felt her black boot connect with the things chest and it went flying into the opposite wall, followed by an ‘oomph’. Buffy paused.
“Hello?” she tentatively called out.
“Ow!!!” was the response, “Damn you can kick hard!”
“Dean?”
Dean sat up, rubbing his chest. “I think you broke a rib,” he said, feeling the pain spread across his chest. He felt a hand on his bicep.
“Sorry, do you need me to help you up?”
Dean could feel her breath lightly on his face, her soft hand on his arm.
“Dean?” Buffy said nervously, when he didn’t respond. She hadn’t meant to kick him so hard and she was actually worried she’d knocked him unconscious. Her other hand came up and touched his cheek.
“I’m okay,” he said quickly, moving away from her and trying to force his heart to stop beating so quickly.
Buffy stood up. She could only just make out his outline and even though he couldn’t see it, she frowned at him.
“How did you end up here?”
“My tunnel joined up with this one. I guess they all would have to, eventually.”
“Well, do you want to finish the rest of my tunnel with me or do you want to head back?” Buffy asked. Dean gathered up what was left of his pride. “No, its okay. I’ll finish the tunnel.”
They started walking into the inky blackness and Dean tried to think of something to break up the suffocating awkwardness he was feeling.
“I’ll assume Sam’s tunnel hasn’t joined up yet.”
“Not yet. I haven’t seen any openings except the one you came out of. But it must run parallel so it should join sooner or later.”
They walked along in silence. Dean was still shaken up by her touch. ‘It shouldn’t have affected me like that,’ he thought. His skin on his arm still had goosebumps from where her hand had rested, his cheek still felt warm. Buffy, on the other hand, was feeling guilty. ‘I didn’t know it was him,’ she rationalised. ‘I couldn’t have known it was him.’ But still she felt an unusual niggle knowing that she had caused him pain.
“What happened the second time?” he asked.
For a moment Buffy had no idea what he was talking about. Had he been speaking to her and she hadn’t heard him?
“When you died, I mean,” he clarified, his torch sweeping the tunnel ahead.
“Oh, um, I was fighting a hell god. She opened a portal with my little sister, Dawn’s, blood. But it was only her blood that could close it. We have the same blood you know; Summers’ blood. I couldn’t let her sacrifice herself. So I jumped instead.”
Dean was nodding beside her, knowing exactly the pain she had felt. The raw emotions that even now would surface.
“Sam died a few months ago.” Buffy turned to look at him but he continued unaware of her action. “A guy stabbed him but I couldn’t let him go; I couldn’t do this on my own. So I found a crossroads demon. Made a deal. His life for mine.”
Had he been able to see her face, Dean would have seen the shock all over it.
“I was given a year. So I have to protect him the best I can, you know? Teach him what I know. Prepare him for when…” he trailed off and Buffy’s heart once again ached.
Dean had no idea why he had just told her what he had but reasoned that it was because they’d shared a similar experience: she had sacrificed her life for her sister’s.
Buffy stopped walking. When Dean realised she was no longer beside him he turned to face her questioningly. His torch shone on the ground at her feet and a soft arc of light illuminated her face. She wore a pensive look as she looked him square in the eyes.
“I could ask the council for help. I’m sure they will know something about this demon; how to get you out of the deal.”
Dean stepped forward quickly. “No!” he said, shaking his head madly from side to side. “You can’t. I can’t.”
The last two words came out almost as a whisper. Buffy was confused. Why wouldn’t he let her help? Then he spoke, his voice a little louder than a whisper.
“I can’t get out of it. If I try and get out of the deal, she’ll take Sam.”
Comprehension hit Buffy like a ton of bricks. When she died for her sister, she didn’t have time to think about it, she’d made that decision and it was done. But Dean had to live with it now. Live. Live to die.
Without even thinking about it, Buffy wrapped her arms around Dean. She felt his body stiffen at the contact and then relax as he hugged her back. She felt a drop down on her shoulder, just a solitary tear but she knew that it had been a long time coming.
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.
Prologue | 1 | 2
Chapter Three
Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can see life with a clearer view again – Alex Tan
Chapter Three
Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can see life with a clearer view again – Alex Tan
Dean had driven them to a nearby diner that seemed to be stuck in the 50’s. Buffy led both men to a black and white polka dot booth and sat with her back to the wall. From her vantage point, she could clearly see the entire diner. The three sat there waiting for their food to arrive.
“So,” Buffy began, “Do you guys have girlfriends?”
Dean raised his eyebrows and looked straight at her. “Why, you offering?”
Sam smiled. Dean might still be angry but he seemed to be cooling off. Buffy just rolled her eyes.
“I just wanted to know if you had anyone else but each other.”
“Our dad died a little while ago,” Sam said, “so there’s just the two of us.”
“Speaking of died,” Dean spoke up, changing the subject from their dad, “How did you die? You’re looking pretty good for a corpse.”
Buffy smiled as she took a sip out of her coke. “Which time?”
Dean sat there stunned. There was a brief silence and Sam spoke, though it came out as an almost whisper. He was beginning to think that despite Dean’s protests he might ask Buffy for her help. Obviously she had cheated death more than once and he only needed the one shot to save Dean.
“How many times have you died?” he asked quietly.
“Three,” she replied, shrugging. “The first time, I drowned, the last time I was shot.”
The waitress came over with their orders and placed the three plates filled with food in front of them, making sure to throw a seductive smile in Dean’s direction; an action both Sam and Buffy ignored.
“Look, I say we finish lunch and head out early. We could wait for nightfall, but I really don’t think there will be anyone disturbing us in the woods.”
The brothers nodded in agreement. “What do you think the Polgara was doing here anyway?” Sam asked.
“No idea. It should have left a trail from wherever it was that it came from but there was nothing. Giles is looking into it as we speak. I have no idea why Louise went back there though. And as far as we know there haven’t been any other deaths or missing people. I can’t explain it.”
Dean thought for a moment. “Could it have been sent after those girls on purpose?” he asked, taking a bite out of the burger he was eating.
Buffy shook her head. “I don’t think so. But if it was being manipulated, then that is some pretty powerful magic. Whoever was controlling it had to have also kept it under the radar.”
“I think we should look for any caves nearby,” Dean said. “It had to sleep somewhere.”
Buffy nodded and silence covered the table as they ate.
~
An hour later, they were standing outside of a cave. “Looks like it goes pretty deep underground,” Sam stated. “It looks man made, so it may have been used for mining or something.”
They stepped inside and allowed their eyes to adjust to the light. In front of them stood three tunnels, the centre one wide, allowing what would have been carts down it once. The two smaller on the side looked like access tunnels for workers.
“Of course there’s three,” said Buffy sighing. “Alright, I’ll take the centre one; you guys take one each on the sides. We’ll walk down and see what we can find. If you see anything that National Geographic hasn’t covered, leave it and we’ll all go down together. No heroes.”
“Sounds fair,” Sam replied and they all set off, the beams from their torches creating illuminating arcs in the darkness.
~
Dean had walked about fifty metres into his tunnel when he suddenly realised that it ended abruptly. “Damn it!”
He was cursing his bad luck when he saw that his tunnel actually opened up into another tunnel. Dean was trying to decide whether to venture further down into the caves or not when he heard a noise. He slowly turned his torch off and moved stealthily around the corner, hearing a crunching noise coming from the other tunnel. He strained to hear but whatever had previously made the noise had stopped as well. As he peered around the corner, he could see nothing but darkness. Unsure, he stepped into the consuming dark.
~
Down in her tunnel, Buffy’s senses went on alert. She wasn’t sure what it was. Wishing she had brought a torch with her, she relied on her better than average night vision all the more. She stopped and listened. Something had definitely moved up ahead. She pushed herself against the wall and waited. Only mere seconds later, a shape moved in front of her slowly. She waited until it was right in front and kicked high. Buffy felt her black boot connect with the things chest and it went flying into the opposite wall, followed by an ‘oomph’. Buffy paused.
“Hello?” she tentatively called out.
“Ow!!!” was the response, “Damn you can kick hard!”
“Dean?”
Dean sat up, rubbing his chest. “I think you broke a rib,” he said, feeling the pain spread across his chest. He felt a hand on his bicep.
“Sorry, do you need me to help you up?”
Dean could feel her breath lightly on his face, her soft hand on his arm.
“Dean?” Buffy said nervously, when he didn’t respond. She hadn’t meant to kick him so hard and she was actually worried she’d knocked him unconscious. Her other hand came up and touched his cheek.
“I’m okay,” he said quickly, moving away from her and trying to force his heart to stop beating so quickly.
Buffy stood up. She could only just make out his outline and even though he couldn’t see it, she frowned at him.
“How did you end up here?”
“My tunnel joined up with this one. I guess they all would have to, eventually.”
“Well, do you want to finish the rest of my tunnel with me or do you want to head back?” Buffy asked. Dean gathered up what was left of his pride. “No, its okay. I’ll finish the tunnel.”
They started walking into the inky blackness and Dean tried to think of something to break up the suffocating awkwardness he was feeling.
“I’ll assume Sam’s tunnel hasn’t joined up yet.”
“Not yet. I haven’t seen any openings except the one you came out of. But it must run parallel so it should join sooner or later.”
They walked along in silence. Dean was still shaken up by her touch. ‘It shouldn’t have affected me like that,’ he thought. His skin on his arm still had goosebumps from where her hand had rested, his cheek still felt warm. Buffy, on the other hand, was feeling guilty. ‘I didn’t know it was him,’ she rationalised. ‘I couldn’t have known it was him.’ But still she felt an unusual niggle knowing that she had caused him pain.
“What happened the second time?” he asked.
For a moment Buffy had no idea what he was talking about. Had he been speaking to her and she hadn’t heard him?
“When you died, I mean,” he clarified, his torch sweeping the tunnel ahead.
“Oh, um, I was fighting a hell god. She opened a portal with my little sister, Dawn’s, blood. But it was only her blood that could close it. We have the same blood you know; Summers’ blood. I couldn’t let her sacrifice herself. So I jumped instead.”
Dean was nodding beside her, knowing exactly the pain she had felt. The raw emotions that even now would surface.
“Sam died a few months ago.” Buffy turned to look at him but he continued unaware of her action. “A guy stabbed him but I couldn’t let him go; I couldn’t do this on my own. So I found a crossroads demon. Made a deal. His life for mine.”
Had he been able to see her face, Dean would have seen the shock all over it.
“I was given a year. So I have to protect him the best I can, you know? Teach him what I know. Prepare him for when…” he trailed off and Buffy’s heart once again ached.
Dean had no idea why he had just told her what he had but reasoned that it was because they’d shared a similar experience: she had sacrificed her life for her sister’s.
Buffy stopped walking. When Dean realised she was no longer beside him he turned to face her questioningly. His torch shone on the ground at her feet and a soft arc of light illuminated her face. She wore a pensive look as she looked him square in the eyes.
“I could ask the council for help. I’m sure they will know something about this demon; how to get you out of the deal.”
Dean stepped forward quickly. “No!” he said, shaking his head madly from side to side. “You can’t. I can’t.”
The last two words came out almost as a whisper. Buffy was confused. Why wouldn’t he let her help? Then he spoke, his voice a little louder than a whisper.
“I can’t get out of it. If I try and get out of the deal, she’ll take Sam.”
Comprehension hit Buffy like a ton of bricks. When she died for her sister, she didn’t have time to think about it, she’d made that decision and it was done. But Dean had to live with it now. Live. Live to die.
Without even thinking about it, Buffy wrapped her arms around Dean. She felt his body stiffen at the contact and then relax as he hugged her back. She felt a drop down on her shoulder, just a solitary tear but she knew that it had been a long time coming.
