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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 Six
Love must be as much a light as it is a flame – Henry David Thoreau
Love must be as much a light as it is a flame – Henry David Thoreau
Dawn was standing before the front window when the Impala pulled up. She saw Dean jump quickly out of the car and race around to the passenger side. Dawn felt a knot form in her stomach and she ran to the front door and threw it open, running to where Buffy was slowly getting out of the car.
“Buffy, are you alright?” Buffy waved away Dawn’s hands.
“I’m fine. Sore elbow but it will heal.” Buffy looked up and saw Sam standing on the porch with a worried look. “How did you go with the house?” Dawn looked over at Sam and began walking inside with Buffy.
“It’s protected the best we could. A few spells, Sam put salt and stuff around, doors and windows locked, etc” Dawn waved a hand in front of her face.
The girls walked past Sam and Buffy sat on the lounge. Dean and Sam walked in right behind them. Dawn took a seat beside Buffy as Dean walked into the kitchen and came back with a first aid kit. Removing her jacket and his shirt, he re-bandaged her arm and placed an ice pack on her elbow.
“How many were there?” Dawn asked quietly. Buffy looked up at Dawn.
“A large nest. We’re guessing about thirty to forty vamps. Less than ten of the Jhe. Dean saw some sort of altar. You might be able to get something off that.” Dean nodded as Dawn shook her head.
“I meant how many did this?” Dawn asked, gesturing to Buffy’s elbow.
Buffy frowned. “Oh. Um, just one.” She looked down at the clean white bandage covering her arm and noticed small streaks of bruising sticking out from under it..
“Was it one of the Jhe?”
“No. A vamp. And before you ask, he was just a regular vamp. I don’t even think he was that old. He just got the jump on me, that’s all. Dean dusted him.” Buffy looked up at her with a look that told her to leave it and Dawn remained silent so Buffy continued. “I think we should go back tomorrow during the day. We can get the drop on the vamps. Do you think you can do that sunlight spell?”
Dawn bit her lower lip. “It shouldn’t be a problem but don’t you think we should wait til your arm heals first?”
Buffy gave a quick glance at Dean and knew immediately that he sided with Dawn. She looked up at Sam who was leaning against a doorframe and Owen who was watching her intently from his desk. She turned back to Dawn.
“I’ll be fine,” she replied a little coldly, “My arm is sore but it will be better by morning.”
Dean frowned at her. “Buffy, your elbow was dislocated.”
“Was dislocated,” Buffy replied, pulling her arm out of his hands. “It’s not anymore. By tomorrow morning it will just be bruised and besides, I’ve fought with worse injuries before. We need to get this nest, Dean, we need to stop this threat. Why are you fighting me on this?” He put his hand on her leg in a comforting gesture. Sam stepped forward and interrupted.
“How are we going to kill that many vampires?”
Buffy turned to Sam and frowned. “Um, like I said, Dawn can do that artificial sunlight spell and we can take out the remainder.”
Sam raised his eyebrows. “It’s just, well, I know that those vampires you killed out at the farm turned to dust but the ones we kill have never done that. Sunlight didn’t kill them.”
Buffy turned to Dean who nodded. “Yeah, we have to behead ours. Until yesterday I didn’t know there were different types.” Dean stood next to Sam.
“Turok-Han,” Dawn said suddenly.
Three pairs of male eyes looked at her confused whilst Buffy just rolled her own. “It wasn’t a Turok-Han, Dawn. They’d be dead if it was.”
“What’s a Turok-Han?” Sam asked, moving to sit next to Dawn.
“Buffy calls them ubervamps. They are an ancient, primordial race that are basically powerful killing machines. They are like animals, almost completely single-minded. They are the vampires that vampires fear.”
“And they are a myth. I found a text that talked about them. They are essentially vampire Neanderthals,” Owen interrupted. “But they became extinct a long time ago.”
Dawn shook her head. “They’re not extinct. They are just not here anymore. When the First tried to take us out, it created an army in hell of Turok-Han’s. I mean, there were thousands. Andrew said it was like Lord of the Rings. A few got out of the Hellmouth though. The first one we saw almost killed Buffy.” Dawn looked across and gave a small, sad smile, the memory vivid in her mind. Buffy saw Dean wince.
“Are they that strong? Strong enough to take out a Slayer?” Sam asked.
Dawn turned back to him but Buffy spoke first. “They are strong, not to be underestimated, but we took care of it.”
Dawn bristled. She remembered Buffy’s limp body being carried in by Xander that night. She remembered the feeling that her sister was dead again. She turned quickly around to Buffy.
“Damn it Buffy! It wasn’t that easy. Don’t lie to them. I thought you were dead when Xander carried you in that night. You couldn’t walk; you were completely covered in blood. Your blood! The next day you were just one walking bruise. And that was after round two with the same one! You hadn’t even hurt it.”
Dawn took a deep breath as she tried to control her anger. It had been a while since she had lost control so easily. She didn’t want to be around when Buffy was taken out, but she couldn’t stand the thought that she wouldn’t be able to give Buffy all the help she needed.
Buffy, however, was taken aback. It had been months since she had seen Dawn before Willow called her back to Cleveland. Dawn had grown up a lot and they had barely fought with each other. Even when fighting side by side, Dawn had shown Buffy that she had trained hard. She still had the sometimes overwhelming need to protect her baby sister but she didn’t feel she needed to watch her every second now. She knew that Dawn had issues with her death, especially still feeling responsible.
Buffy’s mouth hung open momentarily. “I wasn’t lying Dawn. In case you have forgotten, we took out the entire army. We went into hell and took out the entire army.”
At this comment, Dawn stood and her eyes narrowed on Buffy. “I didn’t forget Buffy. I also didn’t forget the show you put on for us all. Making us run from the Turok-Han before you fought it.”
Buffy stood angrily and faced Dawn. “I did that to prove to you that it was not unbeatable. That it could be taken out. And it was!”
Sam stood slowly and moved over towards Dean, both men giving the women some room to fight it out.
“Aarggh!!!” Dawn screamed, “Did you lose brain cells during that fight? It spent the majority of the fight throwing your ass around like a rag doll, throwing you through walls and things. That wasn’t an easy fight!”
“I never said it was easy. In fact I remember saying that it was hard and painful. But it dusted. Just like the rest of them. They can be killed.”
“So can you!” Dawn yelled before spinning around and storming towards the back yard.
Buffy stood momentarily looking as though she had just been slapped before she marched out the front door, slamming it behind her. Dean and Sam stood stunned. They looked at Owen who shrugged and started typing away on the computer again. Both men then turned and walked out separate doors.
~
Dawn was standing in the middle of the moonlit lawn, looking down at the ground and fuming. She was trying to calm herself down by breathing when she heard the back door open and shut. She listened as the footsteps walked down the stairs and towards her. When they got within range, she spun around and kicked, landing a foot in the middle of Sam’s chest and sending him stumbling to the ground. Sam held up his hands.
“Woah, it’s just me.”
Dawn stared down at him. “I know,” she replied, “Fight me.”
Sam slowly stood up. “I’m not going to fight you Dawn.” He brushed himself off and her next word surprised him.
“Please?”
Sam looked up at her. He could see how angry and upset she was and he understood that she wanted to get it out of her system. He took a deep breath and removed his jacket, tossing it on the railing. She removed hers and threw it toward a tree behind her. They both moved into defensive stances. Sam knew that Dawn had something she needed to work out and remained on the defensive, protecting himself from the many blows. Dawn had received a great deal of training but Sam was still impressed with her strength. She could definitely hold her own and her small frame concealed a deceptive amount of strength.
After a good many blows and even a few hits that Sam was sure he was going to feel tomorrow, Dawn stopped suddenly and let her arms fall to her sides. Sam paused, trying to determine if it was a ruse or not but when he looked into her eyes, he saw the tears welling up. Her bottom lip trembled slightly. He dropped his arms and stepped forward. Dawn gave a small whimper before launching herself into his waiting arms and they sunk slowly to the ground. He held her in his arms as she let out big sobs.
~
Dean closed the front door quietly behind him. Buffy was standing on the last step, holding onto the railing. She closed her eyes and waited for Dean to start talking. He paused, unsure of what to do, what to say.
“Buffy,” he began.
There was no response from her. Hoping she didn’t kick his ass, he descended the stairs and stood on the front lawn in front of her. He waited until she looked up at him before continuing.
“I can’t protect her.”
Dean frowned. “Of course you can. You just need to fight side by side. Watch each others’ backs.”
“No, I mean, from me dying.” Buffy looked at the ground. “It’s gonna happen. And probably soon. I can’t protect her from that and she is going to hurt. I mean, listen to her, she’s already hurting. She’s like a time bomb waiting to go off. This waiting for me to die is killing her too.”
She looked up into Dean’s eyes and he saw her tears. He lifted a hand and wiped away a tear that was falling down her face.
“Yeah, it’s gonna hurt like hell but you have to fight, you take down every son of a bitch you can. You let her know that you died fighting to make this world a better place. We can’t sit this one out Buffy, this war, we know what’s out there and we need to protect those that don’t know.” He leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. “We need to protect those that do.”
He felt Buffy nodding. He opened his eyes and took her face in his. “How is your arm really?”
Buffy let out a small laugh. “I can use it; I just can’t hit anything hard. It really will be alright tomorrow. It just needs rest.”
Dean leaned in and gave her a small kiss. “How about now?” He felt Buffy’s smile against his lips.
“Much better.” Buffy took a deep breath and looked up at him. “Can you please sleep with me tonight?”
Dean’s face lit up with a huge cocky smile. She pushed him back.
“Not like that. I just want someone to hold me.” Another tear managed to slip silently down her cheek and Dean pulled her into a hug.
“Of course I will,” he said, as they turned around and walked into the house.
~
Owen was sitting silently in the lounge room sifting through the files on his computer. He had managed to download numerous texts onto his computer and had even been sent quite a few from some online friends. Not long after they had left, Dean and Buffy walked back though the front door, Dean holding onto a still crying Buffy. Neither seemed to notice him as they headed straight up the stairs. Ten minutes later, Sam and Dawn returned from the back yard in almost the same state and both also walked past him and headed up the stairs. Owen shook his head and gave a huge smile.
~
Dawn opened the door to her room and stopped dead in her tracks. Sam noticed her stilled movement and walked down the corridor to her room and looked inside. Dean and Buffy were both curled up on her bed, fast asleep, Dean’s arms wrapped protectively around Buffy’s small body and a peaceful look on both of their faces.
Sam smiled. He wondered how many times Dean had slept in the same bed as a beautiful woman and only slept. He doubted it was many but he also knew that Dean was in love with her. Dean hadn’t known but Sam had been aware of every nightmare Dean had about her; the panic he would sometimes wake up in. He saw the far away look Dean had gotten when something reminded him of her and he knew no matter how far they had gone, or for how long, Dean would never have forgotten her. He turned to Dawn and gave her a soft smile.
“Let’s leave them be. You can have the other bed in my room.”
Dawn gave a small grateful smile in return and silently closed the door, following Sam down the hall to his and Dean’s room.
“Buffy, are you alright?” Buffy waved away Dawn’s hands.
“I’m fine. Sore elbow but it will heal.” Buffy looked up and saw Sam standing on the porch with a worried look. “How did you go with the house?” Dawn looked over at Sam and began walking inside with Buffy.
“It’s protected the best we could. A few spells, Sam put salt and stuff around, doors and windows locked, etc” Dawn waved a hand in front of her face.
The girls walked past Sam and Buffy sat on the lounge. Dean and Sam walked in right behind them. Dawn took a seat beside Buffy as Dean walked into the kitchen and came back with a first aid kit. Removing her jacket and his shirt, he re-bandaged her arm and placed an ice pack on her elbow.
“How many were there?” Dawn asked quietly. Buffy looked up at Dawn.
“A large nest. We’re guessing about thirty to forty vamps. Less than ten of the Jhe. Dean saw some sort of altar. You might be able to get something off that.” Dean nodded as Dawn shook her head.
“I meant how many did this?” Dawn asked, gesturing to Buffy’s elbow.
Buffy frowned. “Oh. Um, just one.” She looked down at the clean white bandage covering her arm and noticed small streaks of bruising sticking out from under it..
“Was it one of the Jhe?”
“No. A vamp. And before you ask, he was just a regular vamp. I don’t even think he was that old. He just got the jump on me, that’s all. Dean dusted him.” Buffy looked up at her with a look that told her to leave it and Dawn remained silent so Buffy continued. “I think we should go back tomorrow during the day. We can get the drop on the vamps. Do you think you can do that sunlight spell?”
Dawn bit her lower lip. “It shouldn’t be a problem but don’t you think we should wait til your arm heals first?”
Buffy gave a quick glance at Dean and knew immediately that he sided with Dawn. She looked up at Sam who was leaning against a doorframe and Owen who was watching her intently from his desk. She turned back to Dawn.
“I’ll be fine,” she replied a little coldly, “My arm is sore but it will be better by morning.”
Dean frowned at her. “Buffy, your elbow was dislocated.”
“Was dislocated,” Buffy replied, pulling her arm out of his hands. “It’s not anymore. By tomorrow morning it will just be bruised and besides, I’ve fought with worse injuries before. We need to get this nest, Dean, we need to stop this threat. Why are you fighting me on this?” He put his hand on her leg in a comforting gesture. Sam stepped forward and interrupted.
“How are we going to kill that many vampires?”
Buffy turned to Sam and frowned. “Um, like I said, Dawn can do that artificial sunlight spell and we can take out the remainder.”
Sam raised his eyebrows. “It’s just, well, I know that those vampires you killed out at the farm turned to dust but the ones we kill have never done that. Sunlight didn’t kill them.”
Buffy turned to Dean who nodded. “Yeah, we have to behead ours. Until yesterday I didn’t know there were different types.” Dean stood next to Sam.
“Turok-Han,” Dawn said suddenly.
Three pairs of male eyes looked at her confused whilst Buffy just rolled her own. “It wasn’t a Turok-Han, Dawn. They’d be dead if it was.”
“What’s a Turok-Han?” Sam asked, moving to sit next to Dawn.
“Buffy calls them ubervamps. They are an ancient, primordial race that are basically powerful killing machines. They are like animals, almost completely single-minded. They are the vampires that vampires fear.”
“And they are a myth. I found a text that talked about them. They are essentially vampire Neanderthals,” Owen interrupted. “But they became extinct a long time ago.”
Dawn shook her head. “They’re not extinct. They are just not here anymore. When the First tried to take us out, it created an army in hell of Turok-Han’s. I mean, there were thousands. Andrew said it was like Lord of the Rings. A few got out of the Hellmouth though. The first one we saw almost killed Buffy.” Dawn looked across and gave a small, sad smile, the memory vivid in her mind. Buffy saw Dean wince.
“Are they that strong? Strong enough to take out a Slayer?” Sam asked.
Dawn turned back to him but Buffy spoke first. “They are strong, not to be underestimated, but we took care of it.”
Dawn bristled. She remembered Buffy’s limp body being carried in by Xander that night. She remembered the feeling that her sister was dead again. She turned quickly around to Buffy.
“Damn it Buffy! It wasn’t that easy. Don’t lie to them. I thought you were dead when Xander carried you in that night. You couldn’t walk; you were completely covered in blood. Your blood! The next day you were just one walking bruise. And that was after round two with the same one! You hadn’t even hurt it.”
Dawn took a deep breath as she tried to control her anger. It had been a while since she had lost control so easily. She didn’t want to be around when Buffy was taken out, but she couldn’t stand the thought that she wouldn’t be able to give Buffy all the help she needed.
Buffy, however, was taken aback. It had been months since she had seen Dawn before Willow called her back to Cleveland. Dawn had grown up a lot and they had barely fought with each other. Even when fighting side by side, Dawn had shown Buffy that she had trained hard. She still had the sometimes overwhelming need to protect her baby sister but she didn’t feel she needed to watch her every second now. She knew that Dawn had issues with her death, especially still feeling responsible.
Buffy’s mouth hung open momentarily. “I wasn’t lying Dawn. In case you have forgotten, we took out the entire army. We went into hell and took out the entire army.”
At this comment, Dawn stood and her eyes narrowed on Buffy. “I didn’t forget Buffy. I also didn’t forget the show you put on for us all. Making us run from the Turok-Han before you fought it.”
Buffy stood angrily and faced Dawn. “I did that to prove to you that it was not unbeatable. That it could be taken out. And it was!”
Sam stood slowly and moved over towards Dean, both men giving the women some room to fight it out.
“Aarggh!!!” Dawn screamed, “Did you lose brain cells during that fight? It spent the majority of the fight throwing your ass around like a rag doll, throwing you through walls and things. That wasn’t an easy fight!”
“I never said it was easy. In fact I remember saying that it was hard and painful. But it dusted. Just like the rest of them. They can be killed.”
“So can you!” Dawn yelled before spinning around and storming towards the back yard.
Buffy stood momentarily looking as though she had just been slapped before she marched out the front door, slamming it behind her. Dean and Sam stood stunned. They looked at Owen who shrugged and started typing away on the computer again. Both men then turned and walked out separate doors.
~
Dawn was standing in the middle of the moonlit lawn, looking down at the ground and fuming. She was trying to calm herself down by breathing when she heard the back door open and shut. She listened as the footsteps walked down the stairs and towards her. When they got within range, she spun around and kicked, landing a foot in the middle of Sam’s chest and sending him stumbling to the ground. Sam held up his hands.
“Woah, it’s just me.”
Dawn stared down at him. “I know,” she replied, “Fight me.”
Sam slowly stood up. “I’m not going to fight you Dawn.” He brushed himself off and her next word surprised him.
“Please?”
Sam looked up at her. He could see how angry and upset she was and he understood that she wanted to get it out of her system. He took a deep breath and removed his jacket, tossing it on the railing. She removed hers and threw it toward a tree behind her. They both moved into defensive stances. Sam knew that Dawn had something she needed to work out and remained on the defensive, protecting himself from the many blows. Dawn had received a great deal of training but Sam was still impressed with her strength. She could definitely hold her own and her small frame concealed a deceptive amount of strength.
After a good many blows and even a few hits that Sam was sure he was going to feel tomorrow, Dawn stopped suddenly and let her arms fall to her sides. Sam paused, trying to determine if it was a ruse or not but when he looked into her eyes, he saw the tears welling up. Her bottom lip trembled slightly. He dropped his arms and stepped forward. Dawn gave a small whimper before launching herself into his waiting arms and they sunk slowly to the ground. He held her in his arms as she let out big sobs.
~
Dean closed the front door quietly behind him. Buffy was standing on the last step, holding onto the railing. She closed her eyes and waited for Dean to start talking. He paused, unsure of what to do, what to say.
“Buffy,” he began.
There was no response from her. Hoping she didn’t kick his ass, he descended the stairs and stood on the front lawn in front of her. He waited until she looked up at him before continuing.
“I can’t protect her.”
Dean frowned. “Of course you can. You just need to fight side by side. Watch each others’ backs.”
“No, I mean, from me dying.” Buffy looked at the ground. “It’s gonna happen. And probably soon. I can’t protect her from that and she is going to hurt. I mean, listen to her, she’s already hurting. She’s like a time bomb waiting to go off. This waiting for me to die is killing her too.”
She looked up into Dean’s eyes and he saw her tears. He lifted a hand and wiped away a tear that was falling down her face.
“Yeah, it’s gonna hurt like hell but you have to fight, you take down every son of a bitch you can. You let her know that you died fighting to make this world a better place. We can’t sit this one out Buffy, this war, we know what’s out there and we need to protect those that don’t know.” He leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. “We need to protect those that do.”
He felt Buffy nodding. He opened his eyes and took her face in his. “How is your arm really?”
Buffy let out a small laugh. “I can use it; I just can’t hit anything hard. It really will be alright tomorrow. It just needs rest.”
Dean leaned in and gave her a small kiss. “How about now?” He felt Buffy’s smile against his lips.
“Much better.” Buffy took a deep breath and looked up at him. “Can you please sleep with me tonight?”
Dean’s face lit up with a huge cocky smile. She pushed him back.
“Not like that. I just want someone to hold me.” Another tear managed to slip silently down her cheek and Dean pulled her into a hug.
“Of course I will,” he said, as they turned around and walked into the house.
~
Owen was sitting silently in the lounge room sifting through the files on his computer. He had managed to download numerous texts onto his computer and had even been sent quite a few from some online friends. Not long after they had left, Dean and Buffy walked back though the front door, Dean holding onto a still crying Buffy. Neither seemed to notice him as they headed straight up the stairs. Ten minutes later, Sam and Dawn returned from the back yard in almost the same state and both also walked past him and headed up the stairs. Owen shook his head and gave a huge smile.
~
Dawn opened the door to her room and stopped dead in her tracks. Sam noticed her stilled movement and walked down the corridor to her room and looked inside. Dean and Buffy were both curled up on her bed, fast asleep, Dean’s arms wrapped protectively around Buffy’s small body and a peaceful look on both of their faces.
Sam smiled. He wondered how many times Dean had slept in the same bed as a beautiful woman and only slept. He doubted it was many but he also knew that Dean was in love with her. Dean hadn’t known but Sam had been aware of every nightmare Dean had about her; the panic he would sometimes wake up in. He saw the far away look Dean had gotten when something reminded him of her and he knew no matter how far they had gone, or for how long, Dean would never have forgotten her. He turned to Dawn and gave her a soft smile.
“Let’s leave them be. You can have the other bed in my room.”
Dawn gave a small grateful smile in return and silently closed the door, following Sam down the hall to his and Dean’s room.
