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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.
He thrust the knife into his body and felt his body screaming from the pain. Opening his eyes, he saw Sam slapping him lightly in the face. Dean felt the ache in his arms from the chains and tried to respond.
“Dean! Dean! Oh, God! Come on, hey, wake up! Wake up, damn it!” Dean lifted his head. “Hey.”
“Auntie Em…there’s no place like home,” Dean managed to whisper.
“Oh, thank God. I thought I lost you for a second.”
“You almost did.”
Sam took the needle out of Dean’s neck and he winced.
“Let’s get you down.”
In his haze Dean saw the Djinn moving silently behind Sam. “Sam!”
Sam turned around quickly and began fighting with the Djinn as Dean struggled against his ropes. Lifting with all of his strength, he pulled the ropes down and nearly collapsed in a heap on the floor. The Djinn knocked Sam down and Dean saw Sam’s eyes closing as the Djinn brought up a glowing hand. Dean spotted the knife that Sam had dropped and quickly picked it up and stabbed the Djinn in the back, twisting the knife. Sam pushed the body of the Djinn off of him and moved over to Dean.
Dean stood shakily and looked behind him. Buffy was still hanging there but her face was white and she wasn’t moving. Dean watched her chest hoping for a rise and fall, anything to give him hope but nothing happened. He felt a crushing disappointment and if he didn’t know any better, could have sworn his heart was breaking. He walked towards her, looking at her beautiful face and saw a tear falling silently down her cheek. Dean looked back at Sam before rushing forward.
“She’s still alive. Sam!”
Dean took the needle from her neck and Sam used the knife to cut through her ropes. Dean cradled her against his chest as he’d done earlier and she lifted her head slightly. She opened her mouth to say something but Dean pressed a light kiss to her lips.
“Shh, I’ve got you. We’re gonna get you out of here, okay? I’ve got you…I’ve got you.”
~
Dean flipped through a magazine while Sam finished up on the phone with the local PD. He stopped when he saw an advertisement for El Sol, a brand of beer. Lying on the beach and holding up a bottle was Carmen. Dean scoffed. Figured that the girlfriend in his other life was a model for a beer company. Dean looked up as Sam walked over to him
“Okay. Thank you so much for the update. Okay, bye.” Sam hung up the phone. “They took away the bodies of the other victims and they’re saying it was the work of a homicidal lunatic. They’re canvassing some of the nearby neighbourhoods trying to find out if anyone saw anything but they’re turned up zilch so far.”
Dean continued to flip through the magazine and Sam sat down on the opposite bed. “I called Dawn. She’s on her way down now. She should be here within the next hour or so.”
“That’s good,” Dean replied distractedly.
“Yeah. How about you? You all right?”
“Yeah, I’m all right.” Dean put down the magazine and stood at the other end of the room as he tried to put some distance between himself and Sam. He pushed back the tears that were welling up, the ones his brother always managed to get out of him, and gave a small unconvincing laugh. “You should’ve seen it, Sam. Our lives…you were such a wuss.”
Sam let out a soft laugh. “So, we didn’t get along then, huh?”
“No.”
“I thought it was supposed to be this perfect fantasy.”
Dean shook his head sadly. “It wasn’t. It was just a wish. I wished for Mum to live. And Mum never died, we never went hunting, and you and me just never…you know?”
“Yeah, well, I’m glad we do. And I’m glad you dug yourself out, Dean, most people wouldn’t have had the strength; they would’ve just stayed.”
“I didn’t do it on my own. The Djinn had Buffy hooked up to me to dilute her blood. Everything was happening around me and I wasn’t doing anything about it. I saw Azazel and I didn’t even follow it up. But she pulled me out, shook me until I did something about trying to get us out. She’s the strong one.”
“But you’re the one who pulled yourself out in the end. Everything stacked up against you and you got out anyway, you left it all behind.”
Dean gave a short bitter laugh. “Yeah, lucky me. I gotta tell you though, man – you had Jess, Mum was gonna have grandkids.”
“Yeah, but, Dean…it wasn’t real.”
“I know. But I wanted to stay. I wanted to stay so bad. I mean, ever since Dad…all I can think about is how much this job has cost us.” Dean could feel the tears beginning to well up. “We’ve lost so much. We’ve sacrificed so much.”
“But people are alive because of you,” Sam replied honestly, “It’s worth it, Dean. It is. It’s not fair, and it hurts like hell, but it’s worth it.”
Dean and Sam sat in silence, each lost in his own thoughts, until a small noise came from the adjoining room. Sam looked up at Dean and noticed him standing and walking to the door. When he opened the door, Dean saw Buffy leaning against the doorframe. He slipped a hand around her waist and helped her into the room.
“How’re you feeling?”
“Annoyed that I didn’t get a chance to kick his butt!”
Dean smiled softly at her. “There’ll always be more.”
Buffy laughed as Dean helped her sit against the headboard of his bed. “Unfortunately.”
Sam leaned forward. “I called Dawn for you.”
Buffy cringed. “She was frantic wasn’t she?” Sam nodded and Buffy sighed. “Figures. I’m the one who gets captured and nearly bled to death and I’m gonna get in trouble.” Sam grinned and Dean sat down beside her.
“How’re you really feelin’?”
“Tired. I heal fast so I just need a few more hours and I should be back to normal.”
Dean nodded and looked at the wall in front of him. Sam stood suddenly and pointed to the door.
“Dawn said she’d be here soon but I forgot to give her a room number so I’m just gonna wait outside for her.”
As he closed the motel door, Buffy turned to Dean. “Did he really forget--?”
Dean shook his head. “Unlikely.”
Buffy placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’m really sorry you had to leave. I know you wanted to stay; I know it meant a lot to you to see them all happy.”
Dean looked down at his hands. Sure he wanted to see them all happy, who wouldn’t want their family to be happy? But he also wanted to live. He couldn’t have stayed there knowing he was slowly dying. He heard them pleading with him to stay again in his head and closed his eyes.
“I didn’t want to die. I know that I can’t ever have that life but it was nice for a while, you know?”
Buffy laid her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. She drummed out his heartbeat with her hand and looked back up at him. “That’s what I heard. A heartbeat. As long as you still have that, Dean Winchester, you can have those things.”
Dean took a deep breath and shook his head. “No, it’s too dangerous. Everyday I run the risk that I won’t be coming back. It’s a risk I’m willing to take but I won’t take that risk with my family’s lives.”
Buffy drew his face to hers and gave him a soft kiss. “What if you had a supercharged woman by your side and a whole community of powerful people, including Slayers, Watchers and Witches, to help you?”
Dean smiled and kissed her back. “I might just have to take you up on that offer.”
~
Sam saw a green hatchback pull into the carpark and a brunette stepped out of the car. She placed her sunglasses on top of her head and looked around the motel, her gaze stopping as she laid eyes on Sam. Closing her car door, she made a beeline for him. As she drew near, she held out her hand.
“Sam Winchester?”
Sam nodded. “Dawn Summers.”
“How is she doing?”
Sam shrugged. “Dean told me what happened but I get the distinct impression that he’s leaving quite a bit out. You’d probably have to ask her but they both seem a little shaken up by it.” Dawn nodded. “She’s in there talking with Dean at the moment; I’m hoping that will get him to deal with it a little better.”
Sam gave a soft knock on the door before pushing it open but both he and Dawn stopped almost as soon as they entered. Dean and Buffy were both lying on the bed, arms wrapped around each other, completely asleep. Dean’s head was resting against her forehead and a small smile was on both of their faces. Dawn pulled Sam out of the room.
“I say we let them sleep, huh?” Sam nodded. “Wanna grab a bite? I’m absolutely starving!”
Sam smiled and they walked down the stairs and into the carpark together, leaving their siblings to get some much needed sleep.
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.
He thrust the knife into his body and felt his body screaming from the pain. Opening his eyes, he saw Sam slapping him lightly in the face. Dean felt the ache in his arms from the chains and tried to respond.
“Dean! Dean! Oh, God! Come on, hey, wake up! Wake up, damn it!” Dean lifted his head. “Hey.”
“Auntie Em…there’s no place like home,” Dean managed to whisper.
“Oh, thank God. I thought I lost you for a second.”
“You almost did.”
Sam took the needle out of Dean’s neck and he winced.
“Let’s get you down.”
In his haze Dean saw the Djinn moving silently behind Sam. “Sam!”
Sam turned around quickly and began fighting with the Djinn as Dean struggled against his ropes. Lifting with all of his strength, he pulled the ropes down and nearly collapsed in a heap on the floor. The Djinn knocked Sam down and Dean saw Sam’s eyes closing as the Djinn brought up a glowing hand. Dean spotted the knife that Sam had dropped and quickly picked it up and stabbed the Djinn in the back, twisting the knife. Sam pushed the body of the Djinn off of him and moved over to Dean.
Dean stood shakily and looked behind him. Buffy was still hanging there but her face was white and she wasn’t moving. Dean watched her chest hoping for a rise and fall, anything to give him hope but nothing happened. He felt a crushing disappointment and if he didn’t know any better, could have sworn his heart was breaking. He walked towards her, looking at her beautiful face and saw a tear falling silently down her cheek. Dean looked back at Sam before rushing forward.
“She’s still alive. Sam!”
Dean took the needle from her neck and Sam used the knife to cut through her ropes. Dean cradled her against his chest as he’d done earlier and she lifted her head slightly. She opened her mouth to say something but Dean pressed a light kiss to her lips.
“Shh, I’ve got you. We’re gonna get you out of here, okay? I’ve got you…I’ve got you.”
~
Dean flipped through a magazine while Sam finished up on the phone with the local PD. He stopped when he saw an advertisement for El Sol, a brand of beer. Lying on the beach and holding up a bottle was Carmen. Dean scoffed. Figured that the girlfriend in his other life was a model for a beer company. Dean looked up as Sam walked over to him
“Okay. Thank you so much for the update. Okay, bye.” Sam hung up the phone. “They took away the bodies of the other victims and they’re saying it was the work of a homicidal lunatic. They’re canvassing some of the nearby neighbourhoods trying to find out if anyone saw anything but they’re turned up zilch so far.”
Dean continued to flip through the magazine and Sam sat down on the opposite bed. “I called Dawn. She’s on her way down now. She should be here within the next hour or so.”
“That’s good,” Dean replied distractedly.
“Yeah. How about you? You all right?”
“Yeah, I’m all right.” Dean put down the magazine and stood at the other end of the room as he tried to put some distance between himself and Sam. He pushed back the tears that were welling up, the ones his brother always managed to get out of him, and gave a small unconvincing laugh. “You should’ve seen it, Sam. Our lives…you were such a wuss.”
Sam let out a soft laugh. “So, we didn’t get along then, huh?”
“No.”
“I thought it was supposed to be this perfect fantasy.”
Dean shook his head sadly. “It wasn’t. It was just a wish. I wished for Mum to live. And Mum never died, we never went hunting, and you and me just never…you know?”
“Yeah, well, I’m glad we do. And I’m glad you dug yourself out, Dean, most people wouldn’t have had the strength; they would’ve just stayed.”
“I didn’t do it on my own. The Djinn had Buffy hooked up to me to dilute her blood. Everything was happening around me and I wasn’t doing anything about it. I saw Azazel and I didn’t even follow it up. But she pulled me out, shook me until I did something about trying to get us out. She’s the strong one.”
“But you’re the one who pulled yourself out in the end. Everything stacked up against you and you got out anyway, you left it all behind.”
Dean gave a short bitter laugh. “Yeah, lucky me. I gotta tell you though, man – you had Jess, Mum was gonna have grandkids.”
“Yeah, but, Dean…it wasn’t real.”
“I know. But I wanted to stay. I wanted to stay so bad. I mean, ever since Dad…all I can think about is how much this job has cost us.” Dean could feel the tears beginning to well up. “We’ve lost so much. We’ve sacrificed so much.”
“But people are alive because of you,” Sam replied honestly, “It’s worth it, Dean. It is. It’s not fair, and it hurts like hell, but it’s worth it.”
Dean and Sam sat in silence, each lost in his own thoughts, until a small noise came from the adjoining room. Sam looked up at Dean and noticed him standing and walking to the door. When he opened the door, Dean saw Buffy leaning against the doorframe. He slipped a hand around her waist and helped her into the room.
“How’re you feeling?”
“Annoyed that I didn’t get a chance to kick his butt!”
Dean smiled softly at her. “There’ll always be more.”
Buffy laughed as Dean helped her sit against the headboard of his bed. “Unfortunately.”
Sam leaned forward. “I called Dawn for you.”
Buffy cringed. “She was frantic wasn’t she?” Sam nodded and Buffy sighed. “Figures. I’m the one who gets captured and nearly bled to death and I’m gonna get in trouble.” Sam grinned and Dean sat down beside her.
“How’re you really feelin’?”
“Tired. I heal fast so I just need a few more hours and I should be back to normal.”
Dean nodded and looked at the wall in front of him. Sam stood suddenly and pointed to the door.
“Dawn said she’d be here soon but I forgot to give her a room number so I’m just gonna wait outside for her.”
As he closed the motel door, Buffy turned to Dean. “Did he really forget--?”
Dean shook his head. “Unlikely.”
Buffy placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’m really sorry you had to leave. I know you wanted to stay; I know it meant a lot to you to see them all happy.”
Dean looked down at his hands. Sure he wanted to see them all happy, who wouldn’t want their family to be happy? But he also wanted to live. He couldn’t have stayed there knowing he was slowly dying. He heard them pleading with him to stay again in his head and closed his eyes.
“I didn’t want to die. I know that I can’t ever have that life but it was nice for a while, you know?”
Buffy laid her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. She drummed out his heartbeat with her hand and looked back up at him. “That’s what I heard. A heartbeat. As long as you still have that, Dean Winchester, you can have those things.”
Dean took a deep breath and shook his head. “No, it’s too dangerous. Everyday I run the risk that I won’t be coming back. It’s a risk I’m willing to take but I won’t take that risk with my family’s lives.”
Buffy drew his face to hers and gave him a soft kiss. “What if you had a supercharged woman by your side and a whole community of powerful people, including Slayers, Watchers and Witches, to help you?”
Dean smiled and kissed her back. “I might just have to take you up on that offer.”
~
Sam saw a green hatchback pull into the carpark and a brunette stepped out of the car. She placed her sunglasses on top of her head and looked around the motel, her gaze stopping as she laid eyes on Sam. Closing her car door, she made a beeline for him. As she drew near, she held out her hand.
“Sam Winchester?”
Sam nodded. “Dawn Summers.”
“How is she doing?”
Sam shrugged. “Dean told me what happened but I get the distinct impression that he’s leaving quite a bit out. You’d probably have to ask her but they both seem a little shaken up by it.” Dawn nodded. “She’s in there talking with Dean at the moment; I’m hoping that will get him to deal with it a little better.”
Sam gave a soft knock on the door before pushing it open but both he and Dawn stopped almost as soon as they entered. Dean and Buffy were both lying on the bed, arms wrapped around each other, completely asleep. Dean’s head was resting against her forehead and a small smile was on both of their faces. Dawn pulled Sam out of the room.
“I say we let them sleep, huh?” Sam nodded. “Wanna grab a bite? I’m absolutely starving!”
Sam smiled and they walked down the stairs and into the carpark together, leaving their siblings to get some much needed sleep.
~Fin.