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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.
“What will happen to him?” Sam asked Willow as he sat next to her on the lounge. Her hair had turned a vibrant shade of red and she looked exhausted. Laying her head back, she sighed.
“I’m not sure. The coven has him now. They will decide.”
“That’s some power you have!”
She closed her eyes and her voice came out small and soft. “Not enough.” Sam offered her a small smile. “So, do you think you two will leave now?” she asked, turning to face him. Sam shrugged.
“I was going to go ask him but I think he needs time alone,” Sam said, as he let out a sigh. Memories of Jessica were floating through his head. He shuddered as he remembered her pinned to the ceiling. Willow placed a comforting hand on his arm.
“Do you want some sleep?” Willow asked. Sam shook his head and opened his mouth but Willow spoke first. “I can give you a good night’s sleep. No dreams or nightmares.” Sam shook his head again.
“I need to be here for Dean when he comes out. He may want to go straight away, I’m not sure.” Willow nodded slowly.
~
In the room that he had slept in the night before, Dean looked at the Slayer on the bed. A single tear slipped down his cheek before he angrily wiped it away. The gouge in his shoulder was a constant reminder that he was still here and Dean replayed the whole scene in his head, thinking if he had been faster…hell, if they had not gone at all and just waited for Willow, maybe she wouldn’t be lying there now. He stood up and started pacing the room, not venturing far from Buffy.
He was thinking the whole thing through in his head. Buffy’s death would not be that big a deal, would it? There were other slayers now. Even if there weren’t, another slayer would have been called, that’s how it went. But Buffy’s death in his life? That would be a big deal. He had thought it would be easier to have someone in his life that was used to dealing with the supernatural, someone that was strong like Buffy. But maybe it would be easier if she hadn’t known. She might not be able to fight back but she wouldn’t be throwing herself into the battles either.
Dean let out an angry sigh. He didn’t know what he wanted to do. A small moan came from the bed and Dean moved over and stood at the foot of the bed as he called out.
“Willow!”
Willow and Sam got up quickly from the lounge they were sitting on and raced down the hall into the bedroom. Willow went over to the side and looked down at Buffy. She moved a strand of hair from Buffy’s forehead.
“Buffy? Can you hear me?” Willow sighed in relief as Buffy slowly nodded her head up and down, though her eyes and lips remained shut. Sam moved silently into the room to stand behind Dean. He watched as Dean’s brow furrowed and his muscles tensed. Sam had thought he’d also saw a hit of moisture in Dean’s eyes but Dean didn’t take his eyes off of Buffy. Sam wasn’t even sure if Dean knew that he was behind him.
“Can you move all fingers and toes and all that stuff? I’m not even sure what I should ask.”
Buffy nodded again and her eyelids moved as she struggled to open them. Willow smiled as the familiar green eyes looked up at her. Willow had known Buffy for long enough and immediately answered the unasked question.
“Everyone is alright.” Buffy seemed to relax and Willow continued. “The coven has him now. I’m not sure what they’re gonna do - Deborah didn’t look happy.” Buffy gave a small smile.
“Water,” Buffy whispered. Willow took the water bottle off the night stand and poured a little water into her mouth. Buffy gave a small cough.
“You got stabbed. Again. You know, you really should try not getting injured. I hear its fun.” Willow smiled at Buffy.
Buffy took a moment to try to clear the fog in her mind. She was injured? As she moved her muscles she felt the stabbing pain in her stomach. It was then that Buffy connected the intense pain with the word ‘stabbed’. Her eyes widened and she turned her head to the side. Willow seemed to comprehend her query and quickly responded.
“You’re not in a hospital, don’t worry Buff. We brought you back to the safe house. I’ve done all I can, the rest is up to you.”
Willow looked down at her hands with a grim expression. Buffy knew that Willow would have done everything she could have done. She also knew that Willow would be upset that she hadn’t healed her. Buffy reached over and laid her hand on her best friend’s. Willow looked up and saw a small smile on Buffy’s lips.
“Thankyou,” Buffy said, her voice full of gratitude. Willow returned with a small smile.
“If you need anything, just let us know.”
They both looked around and saw Sam standing at the foot of the bed smiling awkwardly. His eyes flitted toward the open bedroom door and then back. Willow turned back to Buffy and saw the small, hurt frown. When she’d gotten here and seen Dean with Buffy, she’d known that he’d fallen for the Slayer. But he wasn’t the only man to have done so and she doubted he’d be the last. But seeing the look on Buffy’s face, she knew the feeling was mutual. The frown was something she saw all the time when Buffy was dating Angel. The look was trouble because it meant her heart was getting involved.
“Sam is going to fill you in on everything in more detail. I’ll go get you something to eat,” Willow said smiling at Buffy reassuringly. Sam moved over to the opposite side of the bed as Willow stood up and walked out of the bedroom.
As she walked into the kitchen, she scanned the rooms for Dean. She thought they were going to leave and originally she’d thought it a good idea – the handsome Hunter could not be assured of the Slayer’s affections – but now Willow had seen how invested Buffy was becoming, even if she didn’t know it, and had to stop him from potentially making the biggest mistake of his life. She found some yoghurt in the fridge and as she was getting a spoon out of the kitchen drawer, she spotted Dean sitting on a bench next to the pond in the backyard. She walked purposefully out the back door and over to where he was sitting. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t even hear her approaching until she was standing right in front of him, startling him of his reverie.
“What are you doing out here?” Dean sighed in response and looked down at his hands. “She knows you’re not in there. She’s hurt that you’re not in there.”
Dean closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I just needed to know she was alright. I’ve seen that.” He looked up at Willow. “I think Sam and I should be leaving now anyway, the job is done. I’ve no doubt Sam’s already found something else...” He looked around the garden trying not to look at her. He tried to walk past her but Willow stepped in front of his path.
“She was just a job then?”
“Of course not,” Dean said quickly. Surprise covered his face and he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them she was still standing in front of him, though now her arms were crossed. “We came to kill what’d been attacking campers. The threat is gone. We move on to the next thing. It’s our job.”
“What about Buffy?” Willow asked, not letting him detour from the real subject. She feared where this was leading.
“I’m sure she’ll be fine now. She has that slayer strength. When she’s healed, and probably before that, she’ll move on too.” Dean didn’t want to talk about this. It was too painful to talk about, to think about. He just needed some time while he worked things out.
“Move on from you?” Willow wondered where Xander was - Buffy may need them both now. Dawn? She wasn’t sure. She’d last heard Africa. Willow turned her attention back to Dean as he let out an angry sigh.
“What the hell do you want from me, huh?” he yelled. Willow narrowed her eyes.
“I want you to stay.”
“I can’t,” Dean said, his voice lowering dramatically. He looked at the lawn. “I just can’t.”
Willow couldn’t believe this was happening. It was like a soap opera and she for one was sick of it. Dean seemed to be in love with her best friend and Buffy was in love with him. Why complicate something so simple?
“You can’t do this! She doesn’t deserve it, she never has! You can’t just leave because you’re afraid of being hurt. By doing this, she’s the one that gets hurt. She’s the one who gets left behind.”
Dean looked up. “You don’t know anything about me or my life. I won’t put another target on her back. She’ll find someone better. So leave me the hell alone!” he yelled at her, stepping around her and storming toward the house.
~
Sam had told Buffy exactly what had happened. He wanted her to know how much his brother loved her even if he didn’t use those words exactly. It really was something Dean should tell her himself. Sam left to find out what was taking Willow, however he suspected she had found Dean. As he walked into the kitchen he heard Willow say, “She was just a job then?” Sam cringed. He stepped into the backyard and stopped by the back door so as not to interrupt the dispute that was going on, closing the door softly behind him.
“Of course not.” Dean said quickly.
Sam was stunned at his proclamation. Even Dean looked surprised. As Sam listened to their arguments, he was at first angry with Dean. Why would he leave? He obviously loved Buffy and she loved him. Why should it be difficult? But as he heard Dean’s side, he looked at the defeated man standing in front of the woman who although shorter, seemed so much taller.
It was then he realised why. Dean didn’t want what happened to Jessica and their mother to happen to Buffy. She already was the objective of so many enemies and they’d just closed the Devil’s Gates. There were many demons after them now for revenge and if they found out about her, they’d target her first to cause Dean pain. Of course, Dean was also running from potential anguish; Willow was right as well, but Sam was siding with his brother. Dean stormed toward him, genuinely surprised to see him standing there.
“I’ll get our bags. You collect the weapons from the table,” Sam said.
Dean looked gratefully at Sam and Sam turned around to collect the bags as Dean walked in right behind him.
~
Willow could not believe Dean. Damn! Angel had caused a hole in Buffy’s heart which would only reopen after this. It may even make it bigger. Why did he have to be so stubborn? She heard Sam talking to Dean and seethed. He was helping him? Willow walked back to Buffy’s room. As she reached the door, Sam came out carrying two duffel bags. He closed the door behind him when he saw Willow and it gave her no satisfaction that he looked sorry.
“You don’t understand what’s going on here. I agree with Dean. It may not be the best thing to do but it is the right thing,” he said, his voice a loud whisper.
“How can you defend this? I thought you were better than that!” she spat. Sam sighed.
“I’m sorry” was all he offered in reply and he walked past her down the hall.
When Willow walked into Buffy’s room, she saw her sitting in bed and there were tears in her eyes. Willow offered a small smile and the glistening droplets fell. Willow just placed the yoghurt on the bedside table and held her friend as she cried. As the sobs subsided, Buffy fell into an uneasy sleep, filled with dreams of what could have been. Willow kept vigil over her best friend all night.
~
Sam dumped the bags on top of the weapons Dean was putting in the trunk. Dean closed the trunk and Sam remained silent as the safe house faded into the distance. Dean didn’t take particular notice of where they were going he just wanted to get away as soon as possible, hoping the ache in his heart would grow smaller with distance. Sam watched his brother out of the corner of his eye, and saw the internal struggle and pain flash across Dean’s face. Dean could feel Sam watching him and eventually could stand it no longer.
“Sam, stop it.” He turned to look at Sam and a tear finally fell. “Please,” he pleaded.
Sam nodded and opened the laptop on his lap. After a few minutes, he turned back to Dean.
“A man opened his front door one evening to see his wife standing on the porch, shivering in the cold night air.” Dean glanced at Sam and raised an eyebrow.
“She had died three weeks earlier.”
“How far away?” Dean asked as he turned his attention back to the road.
“About 6 hours.” Sam replied, looking earnestly at the open pages on his laptop. Dean revved the engine and the Impala continued onward.
~Fin.
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 | 3 | 4 | 5
Chapter Six
It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance. It is the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance. It is the one who won't be taken who cannot seem to give. And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live – Bette Midler
Chapter Six
It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance. It is the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance. It is the one who won't be taken who cannot seem to give. And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live – Bette Midler
“What will happen to him?” Sam asked Willow as he sat next to her on the lounge. Her hair had turned a vibrant shade of red and she looked exhausted. Laying her head back, she sighed.
“I’m not sure. The coven has him now. They will decide.”
“That’s some power you have!”
She closed her eyes and her voice came out small and soft. “Not enough.” Sam offered her a small smile. “So, do you think you two will leave now?” she asked, turning to face him. Sam shrugged.
“I was going to go ask him but I think he needs time alone,” Sam said, as he let out a sigh. Memories of Jessica were floating through his head. He shuddered as he remembered her pinned to the ceiling. Willow placed a comforting hand on his arm.
“Do you want some sleep?” Willow asked. Sam shook his head and opened his mouth but Willow spoke first. “I can give you a good night’s sleep. No dreams or nightmares.” Sam shook his head again.
“I need to be here for Dean when he comes out. He may want to go straight away, I’m not sure.” Willow nodded slowly.
~
In the room that he had slept in the night before, Dean looked at the Slayer on the bed. A single tear slipped down his cheek before he angrily wiped it away. The gouge in his shoulder was a constant reminder that he was still here and Dean replayed the whole scene in his head, thinking if he had been faster…hell, if they had not gone at all and just waited for Willow, maybe she wouldn’t be lying there now. He stood up and started pacing the room, not venturing far from Buffy.
He was thinking the whole thing through in his head. Buffy’s death would not be that big a deal, would it? There were other slayers now. Even if there weren’t, another slayer would have been called, that’s how it went. But Buffy’s death in his life? That would be a big deal. He had thought it would be easier to have someone in his life that was used to dealing with the supernatural, someone that was strong like Buffy. But maybe it would be easier if she hadn’t known. She might not be able to fight back but she wouldn’t be throwing herself into the battles either.
Dean let out an angry sigh. He didn’t know what he wanted to do. A small moan came from the bed and Dean moved over and stood at the foot of the bed as he called out.
“Willow!”
Willow and Sam got up quickly from the lounge they were sitting on and raced down the hall into the bedroom. Willow went over to the side and looked down at Buffy. She moved a strand of hair from Buffy’s forehead.
“Buffy? Can you hear me?” Willow sighed in relief as Buffy slowly nodded her head up and down, though her eyes and lips remained shut. Sam moved silently into the room to stand behind Dean. He watched as Dean’s brow furrowed and his muscles tensed. Sam had thought he’d also saw a hit of moisture in Dean’s eyes but Dean didn’t take his eyes off of Buffy. Sam wasn’t even sure if Dean knew that he was behind him.
“Can you move all fingers and toes and all that stuff? I’m not even sure what I should ask.”
Buffy nodded again and her eyelids moved as she struggled to open them. Willow smiled as the familiar green eyes looked up at her. Willow had known Buffy for long enough and immediately answered the unasked question.
“Everyone is alright.” Buffy seemed to relax and Willow continued. “The coven has him now. I’m not sure what they’re gonna do - Deborah didn’t look happy.” Buffy gave a small smile.
“Water,” Buffy whispered. Willow took the water bottle off the night stand and poured a little water into her mouth. Buffy gave a small cough.
“You got stabbed. Again. You know, you really should try not getting injured. I hear its fun.” Willow smiled at Buffy.
Buffy took a moment to try to clear the fog in her mind. She was injured? As she moved her muscles she felt the stabbing pain in her stomach. It was then that Buffy connected the intense pain with the word ‘stabbed’. Her eyes widened and she turned her head to the side. Willow seemed to comprehend her query and quickly responded.
“You’re not in a hospital, don’t worry Buff. We brought you back to the safe house. I’ve done all I can, the rest is up to you.”
Willow looked down at her hands with a grim expression. Buffy knew that Willow would have done everything she could have done. She also knew that Willow would be upset that she hadn’t healed her. Buffy reached over and laid her hand on her best friend’s. Willow looked up and saw a small smile on Buffy’s lips.
“Thankyou,” Buffy said, her voice full of gratitude. Willow returned with a small smile.
“If you need anything, just let us know.”
They both looked around and saw Sam standing at the foot of the bed smiling awkwardly. His eyes flitted toward the open bedroom door and then back. Willow turned back to Buffy and saw the small, hurt frown. When she’d gotten here and seen Dean with Buffy, she’d known that he’d fallen for the Slayer. But he wasn’t the only man to have done so and she doubted he’d be the last. But seeing the look on Buffy’s face, she knew the feeling was mutual. The frown was something she saw all the time when Buffy was dating Angel. The look was trouble because it meant her heart was getting involved.
“Sam is going to fill you in on everything in more detail. I’ll go get you something to eat,” Willow said smiling at Buffy reassuringly. Sam moved over to the opposite side of the bed as Willow stood up and walked out of the bedroom.
As she walked into the kitchen, she scanned the rooms for Dean. She thought they were going to leave and originally she’d thought it a good idea – the handsome Hunter could not be assured of the Slayer’s affections – but now Willow had seen how invested Buffy was becoming, even if she didn’t know it, and had to stop him from potentially making the biggest mistake of his life. She found some yoghurt in the fridge and as she was getting a spoon out of the kitchen drawer, she spotted Dean sitting on a bench next to the pond in the backyard. She walked purposefully out the back door and over to where he was sitting. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t even hear her approaching until she was standing right in front of him, startling him of his reverie.
“What are you doing out here?” Dean sighed in response and looked down at his hands. “She knows you’re not in there. She’s hurt that you’re not in there.”
Dean closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I just needed to know she was alright. I’ve seen that.” He looked up at Willow. “I think Sam and I should be leaving now anyway, the job is done. I’ve no doubt Sam’s already found something else...” He looked around the garden trying not to look at her. He tried to walk past her but Willow stepped in front of his path.
“She was just a job then?”
“Of course not,” Dean said quickly. Surprise covered his face and he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them she was still standing in front of him, though now her arms were crossed. “We came to kill what’d been attacking campers. The threat is gone. We move on to the next thing. It’s our job.”
“What about Buffy?” Willow asked, not letting him detour from the real subject. She feared where this was leading.
“I’m sure she’ll be fine now. She has that slayer strength. When she’s healed, and probably before that, she’ll move on too.” Dean didn’t want to talk about this. It was too painful to talk about, to think about. He just needed some time while he worked things out.
“Move on from you?” Willow wondered where Xander was - Buffy may need them both now. Dawn? She wasn’t sure. She’d last heard Africa. Willow turned her attention back to Dean as he let out an angry sigh.
“What the hell do you want from me, huh?” he yelled. Willow narrowed her eyes.
“I want you to stay.”
“I can’t,” Dean said, his voice lowering dramatically. He looked at the lawn. “I just can’t.”
Willow couldn’t believe this was happening. It was like a soap opera and she for one was sick of it. Dean seemed to be in love with her best friend and Buffy was in love with him. Why complicate something so simple?
“You can’t do this! She doesn’t deserve it, she never has! You can’t just leave because you’re afraid of being hurt. By doing this, she’s the one that gets hurt. She’s the one who gets left behind.”
Dean looked up. “You don’t know anything about me or my life. I won’t put another target on her back. She’ll find someone better. So leave me the hell alone!” he yelled at her, stepping around her and storming toward the house.
~
Sam had told Buffy exactly what had happened. He wanted her to know how much his brother loved her even if he didn’t use those words exactly. It really was something Dean should tell her himself. Sam left to find out what was taking Willow, however he suspected she had found Dean. As he walked into the kitchen he heard Willow say, “She was just a job then?” Sam cringed. He stepped into the backyard and stopped by the back door so as not to interrupt the dispute that was going on, closing the door softly behind him.
“Of course not.” Dean said quickly.
Sam was stunned at his proclamation. Even Dean looked surprised. As Sam listened to their arguments, he was at first angry with Dean. Why would he leave? He obviously loved Buffy and she loved him. Why should it be difficult? But as he heard Dean’s side, he looked at the defeated man standing in front of the woman who although shorter, seemed so much taller.
It was then he realised why. Dean didn’t want what happened to Jessica and their mother to happen to Buffy. She already was the objective of so many enemies and they’d just closed the Devil’s Gates. There were many demons after them now for revenge and if they found out about her, they’d target her first to cause Dean pain. Of course, Dean was also running from potential anguish; Willow was right as well, but Sam was siding with his brother. Dean stormed toward him, genuinely surprised to see him standing there.
“I’ll get our bags. You collect the weapons from the table,” Sam said.
Dean looked gratefully at Sam and Sam turned around to collect the bags as Dean walked in right behind him.
~
Willow could not believe Dean. Damn! Angel had caused a hole in Buffy’s heart which would only reopen after this. It may even make it bigger. Why did he have to be so stubborn? She heard Sam talking to Dean and seethed. He was helping him? Willow walked back to Buffy’s room. As she reached the door, Sam came out carrying two duffel bags. He closed the door behind him when he saw Willow and it gave her no satisfaction that he looked sorry.
“You don’t understand what’s going on here. I agree with Dean. It may not be the best thing to do but it is the right thing,” he said, his voice a loud whisper.
“How can you defend this? I thought you were better than that!” she spat. Sam sighed.
“I’m sorry” was all he offered in reply and he walked past her down the hall.
When Willow walked into Buffy’s room, she saw her sitting in bed and there were tears in her eyes. Willow offered a small smile and the glistening droplets fell. Willow just placed the yoghurt on the bedside table and held her friend as she cried. As the sobs subsided, Buffy fell into an uneasy sleep, filled with dreams of what could have been. Willow kept vigil over her best friend all night.
~
Sam dumped the bags on top of the weapons Dean was putting in the trunk. Dean closed the trunk and Sam remained silent as the safe house faded into the distance. Dean didn’t take particular notice of where they were going he just wanted to get away as soon as possible, hoping the ache in his heart would grow smaller with distance. Sam watched his brother out of the corner of his eye, and saw the internal struggle and pain flash across Dean’s face. Dean could feel Sam watching him and eventually could stand it no longer.
“Sam, stop it.” He turned to look at Sam and a tear finally fell. “Please,” he pleaded.
Sam nodded and opened the laptop on his lap. After a few minutes, he turned back to Dean.
“A man opened his front door one evening to see his wife standing on the porch, shivering in the cold night air.” Dean glanced at Sam and raised an eyebrow.
“She had died three weeks earlier.”
“How far away?” Dean asked as he turned his attention back to the road.
“About 6 hours.” Sam replied, looking earnestly at the open pages on his laptop. Dean revved the engine and the Impala continued onward.
~Fin.
