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skylar0graceTitle: Fractured Hearts Trilogy: Part Two - Collision
Author: SkylarGrace
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It was bound to happen…
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.
Author: SkylarGrace
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It was bound to happen…
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.
Chapter 1
Chapter Two
Between too early and too late, there is never more than a moment – Franz Werfel
Between too early and too late, there is never more than a moment – Franz Werfel
Dean stood speechless. He almost didn’t hear her whisper his name. He was glad he was restrained, because all he wanted to do was pull her in his arms and kiss her. At the same time, he felt the stabs of guilt for leaving her in the first place. Leaving didn’t make him forget her like he thought it would. He only missed her more and it was a struggle not to call her. He hoped his face didn’t betray the inner turmoil he was facing.
“Slayer,” he heard from beside him.
Dean turned and looked at Ben, whose face had suddenly contorted, his features misshapen. Before Dean had a chance to digest this information, Ben had snapped his chains with a loud growl. Buffy dropped into a fighting stance.
“You really don’t want to do this,” Buffy said angrily to Ben. “I’m not in the mood!”
As Ben circled around toward Dawn, Buffy held her ground. Dawn was weak enough and couldn’t defend herself. Ben looked surprised as he had clearly expected her to move. He decided to use this weakness against her.
“I think I will go with Tinkerbelle first. I think I’d like the spark to her,” Ben said, moving closer. Buffy stood her ground, her voice dropping low.
“You have to come through me first,” she spat back.
As he neared her, he suddenly rushed. Buffy lunged out with a kick to the head. It connected but he used her momentum to pull her leg around and slam her into the wall behind him. Her head hit with a sickening crack. She slid dazed to the ground, a small amount of blood getting into her eyes from the gash appearing on her forehead. As she struggled to stand, Dean started thrashing against his chains, watching the vampire get closer to Dawn. Her head still hung limp, her body swaying a little as she struggled with her strength.
“Hey Ben!” Dean yelled across the room. The vampire stopped his advance as he turned to look at Dean.
“You know, you really should work on your lying. Spotted you the minute I saw you.” Ben’s head cocked to the side as he let out a small snort.
“Sure you did,” he replied. “You were fooled just like the others. I can’t believe how easy it was. You recognised the others but you fell for my lies, lock, stock and barrel. You humans are all the same.”
He gave Dean a disgusted look but the look on his face turned from disgust to shock in a split second. Before he could utter a syllable, he exploded into dust, Buffy’s wooden heeled boot coming to rest on the ground. She gave a weak smile of thanks to Dean before she shakily made her way to Dawn, the heel of her hand pushed against her forehead.
Reaching Dawn, she lifted her head and tried to get Dawn to open her eyes.
“Come on Dawnie, I need you to stay with me this time. Don’t make me drag your sorry ass outta here.” Dawn’s eyelids fluttered open then closed again.
“Dawnie!” Buffy shouted. “Dawnie!” Dawn lifted her head with a small scowl on her face.
“It’s Dawn,” she replied pointedly. Buffy smiled.
“We’ll talk about it again once we’re out of here. Can you walk?”
Dawn gave a small shake of her head and Buffy sighed. The headache she had was pounding her head so fiercely. She pressed her temple again willing it to stop throbbing.
She gave a final sigh before turning around and walking in the opposite direction. She only stumbled once, but it made Dean worry as she moved toward him. She stood behind him on her toes and grabbed the cuffs on his wrists. He could feel her body pressed against his. He closed his eyes when she let out a small breath on the back of his neck. After two pulls, the chains snapped free, breaking halfway between the cuffs and the chains.
“Thanks,” he said, his eyes opening and body turning to look at her.
He put his hand up to her forehead and let his thumb brush under her wound. She gave a small sigh at the contact and closed her eyes. Suddenly realising how close they were, Dean pulled his hand away as if he were burnt.
Buffy opened her eyes in confusion and saw Dean turning back around. Getting a nod from Sam to signal that he was okay, Dean moved over to Dawn. He picked her up by her waist to take her weight off of her feet. Dawn relaxed.
Buffy walked toward Sam, a little more steady on her feet. Her vision had cleared and the throbbing headache had become a dull ache. Sam gave a small, apologetic smile. Buffy returned the smile and reached up to break his cuffs. Realising that she couldn’t reach, Sam bent his leg behind him. Thanking him, she stood on the back of his calf and yanked on the chain, breaking it half way up the chain. Sam moved over to Dawn and swept her up in his arms. Dean stood back as Buffy reached up to break Dawn’s chains.
They heard the sound of the bolt in the door sliding back. Dean bent down and withdrew a knife from his boot. The door swung open just as Dean started moving forward. The two previous vampires entered and looked shocked that the prisoners were free. They turned just in time to see Buffy break Dawn’s chains.
“Slayer!” they hissed.
As Dean and Buffy fought the two vampires side by side, Sam moved to the side of the room with Dawn in his arms. Despite the uneasiness between the two, they fought well and they had each others back. Buffy staked the younger vampire before he could get a good hit in. Dean threw a punch at the older vampire that caught him off guard and sent him into Buffy. She pushed a stake into his back using the momentum.
“Let’s go,” Buffy said to Sam as she led the way out of the room.
Upon exiting, her senses were heightened as she decided which way to go. Obviously in a basement of some kind, Buffy headed to the right towards the stairs. Sam followed, still carrying Dawn, and Dean took up the rear. As Buffy reached the top of the stairs she held up her fist. It was a manoeuvre that she had seen Riley do countless times and had taken to using. They stopped and Buffy strained to hear.
The steps opened into what looked to be the corridor of a house and she could see the front door at the end of it. She knew the voices were ahead, between them and the door, but she wasn’t sure which direction they were. Slowly she made her way into the corridor. Sam hesitated before he was moved to the side by Dean.
Buffy heard the voices begin to move. They weren’t coming into the corridor but they were moving further away and she took the opportunity hoping that nothing lay on the other side of the front door. Signalling them to move, Buffy motioned for Dean to move for the front door. Nodding, he quickly moved. Sam followed behind and Buffy kept an eye out at the other end of the corridor.
As Dean opened the front door, he sighed with relief when he saw his Impala. It had a dent in the driver’s side door but it wasn’t something he couldn’t fix. Beside it was what appeared to be Dawn and Buffy’s car and it looked written off. Scanning the front yard, Dean could see that they were on a farm of sorts. There was not another house in sight and only a long, dirt path leading off into the distance. Dean made a run for the car and smiled as soon as he saw the keys in the ignition. Sam was right behind him - he silently opened the back door and placed Dawn in the backseat before following and placing her head on his lap.
Buffy saw her car and cringed. Giles was not going to be happy about replacing another car. At least this time Buffy could say it wasn’t the result of bad driving. She suddenly remembered her weapons bag in the backseat. As Dean saw her veer toward her car he ran up to her.
“It won’t work,” he said.
“I need my bag,” she replied, matching his low whisper.
He grabbed her hand as she reached for the door. “Leave it.”
“I can’t,” she said as she opened the back door.
It made a loud squeak as it opened. Dean glanced up as he saw a demon exit the front door. It yelled. Dean grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the Impala. Luckily, her hand had enclosed around her bag and as she was moved back, the bag came with her. Dean let go of her hand as he raced to the drivers’ door. Climbing in, he saw a number of demons come racing out of the door. He started the engine and it rolled over without a fight. Buffy jumped it and slammed her door.
“Go, go, go, go, go!”
The wheels spun momentarily on the dirt road before gripping and speeding off. Not bothering to look out of the mirror, Dean took the corners with skill. After a minute Dean began to wonder how far they had to go before they hit the highway. Hoping he had taken the right direction, he scanned the road in front for any signs of the highway.
He saw the bitumen and took his foot off the accelerator, turning the wheel as hard as he could to the right. The car swung onto the road, barley missing a car coming from the opposite direction. The driver swerved to avoid them and leaned heavily on the horn.
“Where are you going?” Buffy asked, “The town is the other way.”
“We are going to see a contact of mine,” Dean said, glancing over at Buffy.
“I need to go back and kill them.”
“What were they Buff?” Dawn asked from the backseat.
“Sisterhood of something. I can’t remember. They open Hellmouths and I have to stop them.”
“Sisterhood of Jhe?” Dawn asked, lifting her head from Sam’s lap to look at Buffy. “Damn!”
Sam looked down at her questioningly as she laid her head back in his lap. As she opened her mouth to explain, Dean and Buffy began to argue.
“I have a contact near here. He knows the area. Can give us an idea. We can’t go in half cocked!”
“I can do this on my own!”
“We’re going back with you. End of story.”
Hoping to diffuse an argument, Sam asked Dean about the contact.
“It’s Thurman,” Dean replied, “A damn good hunter. Helped me out with a case a few years back and has given me information on others.”
Dean flipped open his mobile and scrolled through the numbers. Hitting ‘send’ he placed the phone to his ear. It was answered almost immediately.
“Hey man. Just escaped from a couple of demons in your area. Need you to help out. You up for it?” He listened to the man on the other end. As the car headlights lit up a sign, Dean took note of the numbers.
“Yeah. We’ll be there in about 20 minutes. See ya.” With that he hung up the phone and placed it on the seat beside him.
“Look, I’m more than capable of stopping an apocalypse. Done more than enough of them, that’s for sure.”
“I’m not doubting you Buffy,” Dean replied. His voice had lost its earlier edge with her and softened dramatically. He sighed. “I just don’t want you going in alone. I’m giving you back up whether you want it or not.”
From the backseat, Dawn smiled as she looked at Dean. Buffy had told her about the job she did with them. As soon as Buffy had said his name in the cellar, she had known. She didn’t know what had made them leave but she knew it wasn’t because he didn’t care about her. He wouldn’t have reacted the way he did with her if he didn’t care. Hell, maybe he even loved her.
Sam saw Dawn smile and gave his own little one. Despite the fact that she was obviously exhausted, she remained awake. He could see her features soften as she watched Dean and Buffy talking. He could get lost in her eyes. The baby blues were full of so much expression. And obviously she had power. She had healed her sister despite the toll to herself. Sam loved the way her smile lit up her whole face. Wait a second. Love? Where the hell had that come from? He didn’t want to go there again.
Dawn looked up to see Sam frowning out the window. He had a look of hurt in his eyes and Dawn wondered why. She wanted to know what had given him so much pain that he still carried it around with him.
The car grew quiet as all four occupants got lost in their thoughts and Dean drove to the house well known to him; he probably knew the way here almost as well as Bobby’s. As Dean drove down the silent street, he scanned the road for anything out of the ordinary. The area was fairly new. The houses had big lots and were fairly separated from one another and as far as he knew, Halliar had been willed the house by his father. After he began hunting, he began using it as a safe house of sorts.
Pulling in front of the new looking house, he turned the keys in the ignition and the engine fell silent.
“We’re here,” Dean announced, although to whom he wasn’t sure. Buffy turned around in her seat to face Dawn.
“How are you doing Dawnie?” Buffy asked her little sister. “Do you think you can walk?” Dawn sat up in the backseat giving an awkward glance at Sam.
“Yeah, I’m okay. I’ve gotten some of my strength back. I’ll be better once I sleep.”
“You can sleep here. Thurman keeps a few rooms open.” Buffy turned her attention back to Dean.
“And you trust him?” She wasn’t questioning his judgement; she just wanted to know the depth of his trust for the friend before she brought her sister in.
“He’s a good bloke. I trust him.”
With a nod from Buffy, all four occupants exited the Impala. Buffy took her bag with her and they walked to the front door. As Buffy and Dean reached the steps, the front door opened.
‘Hey man!” the occupant of the house said, looking down at their cuffs. “Been in any trouble lately?”
As Dean opened his mouth to respond, he surprisingly heard Buffy exclaim, “Owen?”
His friend turned toward Buffy and his smile got even wider as he replied, “Buffy?” before he leaned forward to hug her.
“Slayer,” he heard from beside him.
Dean turned and looked at Ben, whose face had suddenly contorted, his features misshapen. Before Dean had a chance to digest this information, Ben had snapped his chains with a loud growl. Buffy dropped into a fighting stance.
“You really don’t want to do this,” Buffy said angrily to Ben. “I’m not in the mood!”
As Ben circled around toward Dawn, Buffy held her ground. Dawn was weak enough and couldn’t defend herself. Ben looked surprised as he had clearly expected her to move. He decided to use this weakness against her.
“I think I will go with Tinkerbelle first. I think I’d like the spark to her,” Ben said, moving closer. Buffy stood her ground, her voice dropping low.
“You have to come through me first,” she spat back.
As he neared her, he suddenly rushed. Buffy lunged out with a kick to the head. It connected but he used her momentum to pull her leg around and slam her into the wall behind him. Her head hit with a sickening crack. She slid dazed to the ground, a small amount of blood getting into her eyes from the gash appearing on her forehead. As she struggled to stand, Dean started thrashing against his chains, watching the vampire get closer to Dawn. Her head still hung limp, her body swaying a little as she struggled with her strength.
“Hey Ben!” Dean yelled across the room. The vampire stopped his advance as he turned to look at Dean.
“You know, you really should work on your lying. Spotted you the minute I saw you.” Ben’s head cocked to the side as he let out a small snort.
“Sure you did,” he replied. “You were fooled just like the others. I can’t believe how easy it was. You recognised the others but you fell for my lies, lock, stock and barrel. You humans are all the same.”
He gave Dean a disgusted look but the look on his face turned from disgust to shock in a split second. Before he could utter a syllable, he exploded into dust, Buffy’s wooden heeled boot coming to rest on the ground. She gave a weak smile of thanks to Dean before she shakily made her way to Dawn, the heel of her hand pushed against her forehead.
Reaching Dawn, she lifted her head and tried to get Dawn to open her eyes.
“Come on Dawnie, I need you to stay with me this time. Don’t make me drag your sorry ass outta here.” Dawn’s eyelids fluttered open then closed again.
“Dawnie!” Buffy shouted. “Dawnie!” Dawn lifted her head with a small scowl on her face.
“It’s Dawn,” she replied pointedly. Buffy smiled.
“We’ll talk about it again once we’re out of here. Can you walk?”
Dawn gave a small shake of her head and Buffy sighed. The headache she had was pounding her head so fiercely. She pressed her temple again willing it to stop throbbing.
She gave a final sigh before turning around and walking in the opposite direction. She only stumbled once, but it made Dean worry as she moved toward him. She stood behind him on her toes and grabbed the cuffs on his wrists. He could feel her body pressed against his. He closed his eyes when she let out a small breath on the back of his neck. After two pulls, the chains snapped free, breaking halfway between the cuffs and the chains.
“Thanks,” he said, his eyes opening and body turning to look at her.
He put his hand up to her forehead and let his thumb brush under her wound. She gave a small sigh at the contact and closed her eyes. Suddenly realising how close they were, Dean pulled his hand away as if he were burnt.
Buffy opened her eyes in confusion and saw Dean turning back around. Getting a nod from Sam to signal that he was okay, Dean moved over to Dawn. He picked her up by her waist to take her weight off of her feet. Dawn relaxed.
Buffy walked toward Sam, a little more steady on her feet. Her vision had cleared and the throbbing headache had become a dull ache. Sam gave a small, apologetic smile. Buffy returned the smile and reached up to break his cuffs. Realising that she couldn’t reach, Sam bent his leg behind him. Thanking him, she stood on the back of his calf and yanked on the chain, breaking it half way up the chain. Sam moved over to Dawn and swept her up in his arms. Dean stood back as Buffy reached up to break Dawn’s chains.
They heard the sound of the bolt in the door sliding back. Dean bent down and withdrew a knife from his boot. The door swung open just as Dean started moving forward. The two previous vampires entered and looked shocked that the prisoners were free. They turned just in time to see Buffy break Dawn’s chains.
“Slayer!” they hissed.
As Dean and Buffy fought the two vampires side by side, Sam moved to the side of the room with Dawn in his arms. Despite the uneasiness between the two, they fought well and they had each others back. Buffy staked the younger vampire before he could get a good hit in. Dean threw a punch at the older vampire that caught him off guard and sent him into Buffy. She pushed a stake into his back using the momentum.
“Let’s go,” Buffy said to Sam as she led the way out of the room.
Upon exiting, her senses were heightened as she decided which way to go. Obviously in a basement of some kind, Buffy headed to the right towards the stairs. Sam followed, still carrying Dawn, and Dean took up the rear. As Buffy reached the top of the stairs she held up her fist. It was a manoeuvre that she had seen Riley do countless times and had taken to using. They stopped and Buffy strained to hear.
The steps opened into what looked to be the corridor of a house and she could see the front door at the end of it. She knew the voices were ahead, between them and the door, but she wasn’t sure which direction they were. Slowly she made her way into the corridor. Sam hesitated before he was moved to the side by Dean.
Buffy heard the voices begin to move. They weren’t coming into the corridor but they were moving further away and she took the opportunity hoping that nothing lay on the other side of the front door. Signalling them to move, Buffy motioned for Dean to move for the front door. Nodding, he quickly moved. Sam followed behind and Buffy kept an eye out at the other end of the corridor.
As Dean opened the front door, he sighed with relief when he saw his Impala. It had a dent in the driver’s side door but it wasn’t something he couldn’t fix. Beside it was what appeared to be Dawn and Buffy’s car and it looked written off. Scanning the front yard, Dean could see that they were on a farm of sorts. There was not another house in sight and only a long, dirt path leading off into the distance. Dean made a run for the car and smiled as soon as he saw the keys in the ignition. Sam was right behind him - he silently opened the back door and placed Dawn in the backseat before following and placing her head on his lap.
Buffy saw her car and cringed. Giles was not going to be happy about replacing another car. At least this time Buffy could say it wasn’t the result of bad driving. She suddenly remembered her weapons bag in the backseat. As Dean saw her veer toward her car he ran up to her.
“It won’t work,” he said.
“I need my bag,” she replied, matching his low whisper.
He grabbed her hand as she reached for the door. “Leave it.”
“I can’t,” she said as she opened the back door.
It made a loud squeak as it opened. Dean glanced up as he saw a demon exit the front door. It yelled. Dean grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the Impala. Luckily, her hand had enclosed around her bag and as she was moved back, the bag came with her. Dean let go of her hand as he raced to the drivers’ door. Climbing in, he saw a number of demons come racing out of the door. He started the engine and it rolled over without a fight. Buffy jumped it and slammed her door.
“Go, go, go, go, go!”
The wheels spun momentarily on the dirt road before gripping and speeding off. Not bothering to look out of the mirror, Dean took the corners with skill. After a minute Dean began to wonder how far they had to go before they hit the highway. Hoping he had taken the right direction, he scanned the road in front for any signs of the highway.
He saw the bitumen and took his foot off the accelerator, turning the wheel as hard as he could to the right. The car swung onto the road, barley missing a car coming from the opposite direction. The driver swerved to avoid them and leaned heavily on the horn.
“Where are you going?” Buffy asked, “The town is the other way.”
“We are going to see a contact of mine,” Dean said, glancing over at Buffy.
“I need to go back and kill them.”
“What were they Buff?” Dawn asked from the backseat.
“Sisterhood of something. I can’t remember. They open Hellmouths and I have to stop them.”
“Sisterhood of Jhe?” Dawn asked, lifting her head from Sam’s lap to look at Buffy. “Damn!”
Sam looked down at her questioningly as she laid her head back in his lap. As she opened her mouth to explain, Dean and Buffy began to argue.
“I have a contact near here. He knows the area. Can give us an idea. We can’t go in half cocked!”
“I can do this on my own!”
“We’re going back with you. End of story.”
Hoping to diffuse an argument, Sam asked Dean about the contact.
“It’s Thurman,” Dean replied, “A damn good hunter. Helped me out with a case a few years back and has given me information on others.”
Dean flipped open his mobile and scrolled through the numbers. Hitting ‘send’ he placed the phone to his ear. It was answered almost immediately.
“Hey man. Just escaped from a couple of demons in your area. Need you to help out. You up for it?” He listened to the man on the other end. As the car headlights lit up a sign, Dean took note of the numbers.
“Yeah. We’ll be there in about 20 minutes. See ya.” With that he hung up the phone and placed it on the seat beside him.
“Look, I’m more than capable of stopping an apocalypse. Done more than enough of them, that’s for sure.”
“I’m not doubting you Buffy,” Dean replied. His voice had lost its earlier edge with her and softened dramatically. He sighed. “I just don’t want you going in alone. I’m giving you back up whether you want it or not.”
From the backseat, Dawn smiled as she looked at Dean. Buffy had told her about the job she did with them. As soon as Buffy had said his name in the cellar, she had known. She didn’t know what had made them leave but she knew it wasn’t because he didn’t care about her. He wouldn’t have reacted the way he did with her if he didn’t care. Hell, maybe he even loved her.
Sam saw Dawn smile and gave his own little one. Despite the fact that she was obviously exhausted, she remained awake. He could see her features soften as she watched Dean and Buffy talking. He could get lost in her eyes. The baby blues were full of so much expression. And obviously she had power. She had healed her sister despite the toll to herself. Sam loved the way her smile lit up her whole face. Wait a second. Love? Where the hell had that come from? He didn’t want to go there again.
Dawn looked up to see Sam frowning out the window. He had a look of hurt in his eyes and Dawn wondered why. She wanted to know what had given him so much pain that he still carried it around with him.
The car grew quiet as all four occupants got lost in their thoughts and Dean drove to the house well known to him; he probably knew the way here almost as well as Bobby’s. As Dean drove down the silent street, he scanned the road for anything out of the ordinary. The area was fairly new. The houses had big lots and were fairly separated from one another and as far as he knew, Halliar had been willed the house by his father. After he began hunting, he began using it as a safe house of sorts.
Pulling in front of the new looking house, he turned the keys in the ignition and the engine fell silent.
“We’re here,” Dean announced, although to whom he wasn’t sure. Buffy turned around in her seat to face Dawn.
“How are you doing Dawnie?” Buffy asked her little sister. “Do you think you can walk?” Dawn sat up in the backseat giving an awkward glance at Sam.
“Yeah, I’m okay. I’ve gotten some of my strength back. I’ll be better once I sleep.”
“You can sleep here. Thurman keeps a few rooms open.” Buffy turned her attention back to Dean.
“And you trust him?” She wasn’t questioning his judgement; she just wanted to know the depth of his trust for the friend before she brought her sister in.
“He’s a good bloke. I trust him.”
With a nod from Buffy, all four occupants exited the Impala. Buffy took her bag with her and they walked to the front door. As Buffy and Dean reached the steps, the front door opened.
‘Hey man!” the occupant of the house said, looking down at their cuffs. “Been in any trouble lately?”
As Dean opened his mouth to respond, he surprisingly heard Buffy exclaim, “Owen?”
His friend turned toward Buffy and his smile got even wider as he replied, “Buffy?” before he leaned forward to hug her.
