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What Isn't But Really Ought To Be (BtVS/SPN)
Title: What Isn’t But Really Ought To Be.
Author: SkylarGrace.
Status: Complete.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Maybe it isn’t so perfect after all…
Spoilers: Obviously ‘WIAWSNB’ but to be on the safe side, I’m gonna say all of ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ and ‘Supernatural’.
Disclaimer: ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. No infringement intended. ‘Supernatural’ and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. No infringement intended.
Notes: Based off of the challenge ‘What Isn’t But Really Ought To Be’ set by Tany.
As the Impala pulled up once more in front of the warehouse, Dean looked over at Buffy. She gave him a nod and Dean pulled out his flashlight and shone it in Sam’s face. Sam leapt up almost instantly with a scowl. He looked out the window and turned back to Dean with a frown.
“Where are we?”
“Well, we’re not in Kansas anymore.” Sam looked unamused and Dean’s smile dropped. “Illinois.”
“And you think something’s in there?” he asked as he pointed to the warehouse.
“We know it is,” Buffy said as she and Dean climbed out of the car.
The three of them entered the building silently, Buffy and Dean scanning each room, more prepared to fight the Djinn than they were the previous time. Sam grabbed hold of Dean’s shoulder.
“See? There’s nothing here, Dean. Look, Jess’s gotta be worried sick about me, Dean. Come on, let’s just go.”
“Shh,” Dean said. Buffy grabbed hold of Dean’s arm and he caught her as she crumpled in a heap in his arms. They heard a groan from deeper within the building and Sam’s head shot up sharply.
“What the hell is that?”
Dean looked down at the pained expression on Buffy’s face before he stood with her cradled against his chest. He looked back at Sam. “Stay behind me and keep your mouth shut.”
Dean rounded the corner where he was last attacked with hesitation but the Djinn was nowhere in sight. He looked behind him to see the absolutely petrified look on Sam’s face and he almost smiled. As they entered the room at the end of the hall, Dean immediately saw three corpses hanging by their wrists and recognised them as the same ones from inside his closet.
“What the hell?”
Sam walked around the bodies as if trying to determine if they were real of not but Dean pressed forward. Across the room, hanging from her wrists was the same girl who he was currently carrying in his arms. Her white singlet was covered in dirt and blood and her dirty and messy hair hung around her face. Dean could see her pale complexion and standing out against it, in stark contrast, was a needle inserted into the side of her neck that lead to an IV bag. There was a second IV line coming out the other side of the bag but Dean couldn’t see where it was leading to.
“Buffy,” he whispered. Sam came to stand beside him. He looked at Buffy across the room and then down to the woman in Dean’s arms.
“Dean, what’s going on?” Sam asked as Buffy raised her head to look around.
“Shh!”
Dean heard the Djinn before he saw him and pushed Sam to a spot behind a group of boxes leaning against a fence. They peered out as the Djinn approached Buffy. She watched him carefully and gave a pained smile.
“Ha, you’re pathetic. Not even vampires need to dilute my blood first,” she taunted weakly.
The Djinn tilted his head to the side before raising a hand to her. Buffy tried to pull herself back on the chains but she had nowhere to go and his glowing hand touched her forehead.
“Sleep…sleep.”
The Djinn ran his hand along the IV line to the bag he looked to his left momentarily as though he could see something that Dean and Sam couldn’t before reaching for the nozzle at the bottom of the IV bag. He lifted it up and emptied a large amount into his mouth and Dean noticed Buffy slump in her chains. From beside him, Sam made a disgusted noise and the Djinn turned around looking for the source. It moved toward them and Dean shoved Sam into an area hidden from the Djinn before pushing himself and Buffy in after him. The Djinn looked around the fence at where Dean and Sam had been before giving a quick glance around. Not seeing anything out of the ordinary, he walked up the flight of stairs.
Dean laid Buffy down on the ground before walking over to her hanging from the chains. He felt Sam draw up beside him but he remained lost in thought.
“This is real? You’re not crazy?”
Dean frowned at Sam. “She knew where she was, she didn’t think she was stuck in another reality. What if that’s what the Djinn does? It doesn’t grant you a wish, it just makes you think it has while you’re asleep.”
“Look, man, that thing could come back, all right?”
Sam grabbed his arm and tried to pull him away but Dean shook out of his grasp. The single light bulb hanging from the ceiling sparked recognition in him, as though he’d seen it from another angle. He stood in the space where the Djinn had looked moment earlier and looked up. The light bulb was hanging in the same spot. Sam grabbed Dean’s arm again.
“Dean, please.”
Dean turned to Sam. “What if I’m like her? What if I’m tied up in here someplace? What if all this is in my head? I mean…maybe it gives us some kind of supernatural acid and then just feeds on us, slow.”
Dean took a step back from Sam. “No, Dean, that doesn’t make sense, okay?”
“What if that’s why I feel so connected to her? She said the Djinn was diluting her blood. What if the Slayer’s blood is too strong and he needs a humans blood to dilute it? What if he’s using mine? Maybe that’s why I recognise her? You know, like I’m in here somewhere and I’m catatonic and I’m taking all this stuff in but I can’t snap out of it.”
“Yeah, okay. Yeah, yeah, you were right, I was wrong. You’re not crazy, but we need to get out of here fast.”
Dean pushed Sam away from himself. “I don’t think you’re real.”
Sam frustratedly grabbed at Dean’s clothing. “Dean, you feel that? You feel this? I’m real. This is not an acid trip. I’m real, and that thing is gonna come down here and kill us for real. Now, please—”
“There’s one way to be sure.”
Dean pulled out the silver knife and Sam took a step back. He raised his hands at Dean and looked at him with wide eyes.
“Woah, woah! What are you doing?”
Dean pointed the knife at himself. “It’s an old wives’ tale. If you’re about to die in a dream, you wake up.”
“No, no, no. That’s crazy, all right?”
“Maybe.”
“You’re gonna kill yourself!” Sam stepped forward to disarm him and Dean pointed the knife at him. Sam held his hands out in surrender. “Okay.”
“Or I’m gonna wake up – one or the other.”
“Look…this isn’t a dream, all right? I am here with you now, and you are about to kill yourself, Dean.”
“No, I’m pretty sure.” Dean paused. “Like, ninety-percent sure. But I’m sure enough.” Dean began thrusting the knife toward his chest.
“Wait!” Sam yelled.
Dean stopped and saw Mary entering the room. Jessica walked in another door while Dawn approached from the side. Sam looked up at him sorrowfully.
“Why’d you have to keep digging? Why couldn’t you have left well enough alone? You were happy.”
“Put the knife down, honey,” Mary prompted gently.
Dean turned to her sadly. “You’re not real. None of it is.”
“It doesn’t matter. It’s still better than anything you had.”
Dean felt like the air had been forced out of him. “What?”
“It’s everything you want. We’re a family again. Let’s go home.”
“I’ll die,” he pleaded, “the Djinn will drain the life out of me in a couple of days.”
“But in here, with us, it’ll feel like years – like a lifetime. I promise. No more pain, no more fear. Just love and comfort and safety. Dean, stay with us. Get some rest.”
Jessica stepped forward and wound an arm around Sam. “You don’t have to worry about Sam anymore. You’ll get to watch him live a full life.”
Dawn stepped forward and pointed toward Buffy’s unconscious body that he’d carefully laid on the ground. “She loves you, I can feel it. You could have a future together…have your own family. You’ve both been fighting for this world for so long – you deserve to have the things you’ve always missed out on.”
Sam looked at him with tears glistening in the corner of his eyes. “Why is it our job to save everyone? Haven’t we done enough? I’m begging you, give me the knife.”
Dean looked around at everyone, his gaze falling on Buffy’s form. He didn’t doubt that they would be happy together but it wouldn’t be real. He would know it and so would she. It was like the others were asking him to hang up his spurs. Neither he nor Buffy could walk away from this life; it was their destiny, it was in their blood. It was hard and lonely but it was a sacrifice that was worth it. Dean looked around at them all once more. He took a step backward and raised the knife.
“I’m sorry,” he offered.
Author: SkylarGrace.
Status: Complete.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Maybe it isn’t so perfect after all…
Spoilers: Obviously ‘WIAWSNB’ but to be on the safe side, I’m gonna say all of ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ and ‘Supernatural’.
Disclaimer: ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. No infringement intended. ‘Supernatural’ and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. No infringement intended.
Notes: Based off of the challenge ‘What Isn’t But Really Ought To Be’ set by Tany.
As the Impala pulled up once more in front of the warehouse, Dean looked over at Buffy. She gave him a nod and Dean pulled out his flashlight and shone it in Sam’s face. Sam leapt up almost instantly with a scowl. He looked out the window and turned back to Dean with a frown.
“Where are we?”
“Well, we’re not in Kansas anymore.” Sam looked unamused and Dean’s smile dropped. “Illinois.”
“And you think something’s in there?” he asked as he pointed to the warehouse.
“We know it is,” Buffy said as she and Dean climbed out of the car.
The three of them entered the building silently, Buffy and Dean scanning each room, more prepared to fight the Djinn than they were the previous time. Sam grabbed hold of Dean’s shoulder.
“See? There’s nothing here, Dean. Look, Jess’s gotta be worried sick about me, Dean. Come on, let’s just go.”
“Shh,” Dean said. Buffy grabbed hold of Dean’s arm and he caught her as she crumpled in a heap in his arms. They heard a groan from deeper within the building and Sam’s head shot up sharply.
“What the hell is that?”
Dean looked down at the pained expression on Buffy’s face before he stood with her cradled against his chest. He looked back at Sam. “Stay behind me and keep your mouth shut.”
Dean rounded the corner where he was last attacked with hesitation but the Djinn was nowhere in sight. He looked behind him to see the absolutely petrified look on Sam’s face and he almost smiled. As they entered the room at the end of the hall, Dean immediately saw three corpses hanging by their wrists and recognised them as the same ones from inside his closet.
“What the hell?”
Sam walked around the bodies as if trying to determine if they were real of not but Dean pressed forward. Across the room, hanging from her wrists was the same girl who he was currently carrying in his arms. Her white singlet was covered in dirt and blood and her dirty and messy hair hung around her face. Dean could see her pale complexion and standing out against it, in stark contrast, was a needle inserted into the side of her neck that lead to an IV bag. There was a second IV line coming out the other side of the bag but Dean couldn’t see where it was leading to.
“Buffy,” he whispered. Sam came to stand beside him. He looked at Buffy across the room and then down to the woman in Dean’s arms.
“Dean, what’s going on?” Sam asked as Buffy raised her head to look around.
“Shh!”
Dean heard the Djinn before he saw him and pushed Sam to a spot behind a group of boxes leaning against a fence. They peered out as the Djinn approached Buffy. She watched him carefully and gave a pained smile.
“Ha, you’re pathetic. Not even vampires need to dilute my blood first,” she taunted weakly.
The Djinn tilted his head to the side before raising a hand to her. Buffy tried to pull herself back on the chains but she had nowhere to go and his glowing hand touched her forehead.
“Sleep…sleep.”
The Djinn ran his hand along the IV line to the bag he looked to his left momentarily as though he could see something that Dean and Sam couldn’t before reaching for the nozzle at the bottom of the IV bag. He lifted it up and emptied a large amount into his mouth and Dean noticed Buffy slump in her chains. From beside him, Sam made a disgusted noise and the Djinn turned around looking for the source. It moved toward them and Dean shoved Sam into an area hidden from the Djinn before pushing himself and Buffy in after him. The Djinn looked around the fence at where Dean and Sam had been before giving a quick glance around. Not seeing anything out of the ordinary, he walked up the flight of stairs.
Dean laid Buffy down on the ground before walking over to her hanging from the chains. He felt Sam draw up beside him but he remained lost in thought.
“This is real? You’re not crazy?”
Dean frowned at Sam. “She knew where she was, she didn’t think she was stuck in another reality. What if that’s what the Djinn does? It doesn’t grant you a wish, it just makes you think it has while you’re asleep.”
“Look, man, that thing could come back, all right?”
Sam grabbed his arm and tried to pull him away but Dean shook out of his grasp. The single light bulb hanging from the ceiling sparked recognition in him, as though he’d seen it from another angle. He stood in the space where the Djinn had looked moment earlier and looked up. The light bulb was hanging in the same spot. Sam grabbed Dean’s arm again.
“Dean, please.”
Dean turned to Sam. “What if I’m like her? What if I’m tied up in here someplace? What if all this is in my head? I mean…maybe it gives us some kind of supernatural acid and then just feeds on us, slow.”
Dean took a step back from Sam. “No, Dean, that doesn’t make sense, okay?”
“What if that’s why I feel so connected to her? She said the Djinn was diluting her blood. What if the Slayer’s blood is too strong and he needs a humans blood to dilute it? What if he’s using mine? Maybe that’s why I recognise her? You know, like I’m in here somewhere and I’m catatonic and I’m taking all this stuff in but I can’t snap out of it.”
“Yeah, okay. Yeah, yeah, you were right, I was wrong. You’re not crazy, but we need to get out of here fast.”
Dean pushed Sam away from himself. “I don’t think you’re real.”
Sam frustratedly grabbed at Dean’s clothing. “Dean, you feel that? You feel this? I’m real. This is not an acid trip. I’m real, and that thing is gonna come down here and kill us for real. Now, please—”
“There’s one way to be sure.”
Dean pulled out the silver knife and Sam took a step back. He raised his hands at Dean and looked at him with wide eyes.
“Woah, woah! What are you doing?”
Dean pointed the knife at himself. “It’s an old wives’ tale. If you’re about to die in a dream, you wake up.”
“No, no, no. That’s crazy, all right?”
“Maybe.”
“You’re gonna kill yourself!” Sam stepped forward to disarm him and Dean pointed the knife at him. Sam held his hands out in surrender. “Okay.”
“Or I’m gonna wake up – one or the other.”
“Look…this isn’t a dream, all right? I am here with you now, and you are about to kill yourself, Dean.”
“No, I’m pretty sure.” Dean paused. “Like, ninety-percent sure. But I’m sure enough.” Dean began thrusting the knife toward his chest.
“Wait!” Sam yelled.
Dean stopped and saw Mary entering the room. Jessica walked in another door while Dawn approached from the side. Sam looked up at him sorrowfully.
“Why’d you have to keep digging? Why couldn’t you have left well enough alone? You were happy.”
“Put the knife down, honey,” Mary prompted gently.
Dean turned to her sadly. “You’re not real. None of it is.”
“It doesn’t matter. It’s still better than anything you had.”
Dean felt like the air had been forced out of him. “What?”
“It’s everything you want. We’re a family again. Let’s go home.”
“I’ll die,” he pleaded, “the Djinn will drain the life out of me in a couple of days.”
“But in here, with us, it’ll feel like years – like a lifetime. I promise. No more pain, no more fear. Just love and comfort and safety. Dean, stay with us. Get some rest.”
Jessica stepped forward and wound an arm around Sam. “You don’t have to worry about Sam anymore. You’ll get to watch him live a full life.”
Dawn stepped forward and pointed toward Buffy’s unconscious body that he’d carefully laid on the ground. “She loves you, I can feel it. You could have a future together…have your own family. You’ve both been fighting for this world for so long – you deserve to have the things you’ve always missed out on.”
Sam looked at him with tears glistening in the corner of his eyes. “Why is it our job to save everyone? Haven’t we done enough? I’m begging you, give me the knife.”
Dean looked around at everyone, his gaze falling on Buffy’s form. He didn’t doubt that they would be happy together but it wouldn’t be real. He would know it and so would she. It was like the others were asking him to hang up his spurs. Neither he nor Buffy could walk away from this life; it was their destiny, it was in their blood. It was hard and lonely but it was a sacrifice that was worth it. Dean looked around at them all once more. He took a step backward and raised the knife.
“I’m sorry,” he offered.