various drabbles - PG - gen

[tigriswolf]

Title: unto the end

Fandom: “Supernatural”

Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.

Warnings: spoilers for season two

Pairings: hints of demon/Sam, hints of Dean/Sam

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 435

Point of view: third

 

   

         Time was short, half a month to year’s end, and Sam thought maybe he’d finally found a way out. It’d be hard, with a sky-high cost, but he’d pay gladly. He’d just have to make sure Dean never knew.

 

            “Oh, Sam,” the demon cooed, clothed in another petite blond. “How nice of you to call.”

            “I need your help,” he said, wishing he could bite his tongue. “I’ll do anything within my power.”

            The demon froze, host’s blue eyes widening in shock. “You want to go against a dealmaker? Are you insane?”

            He wasn’t above begging, not for this. “Please.”

 

            Sam didn’t trust his rapist any more than he could toss Jupiter, but there were no other options.

            Dean left alone on the final morning, asking Sam to stay safe as his last request. 

            And Dean came back at sundown, gently closing the motel door behind him.

            “Did you know,” he mused, stripping off his shirt, a red mark burned around his neck, “that the amulet kept demons out?”

            His eyes flickered yellow. Sam looked away.

            “Your brother’s in here, Sam. He’s pissed. Gonna kick your ass when I leave.” The demon reached into Dean’s pocket, throwing a small bundle at Sam.

            Dean’s amulet, wrapped in cloth. “Put it on him and I’m gone,” the demon said. “Little Sally Dealmaker’s renounced her claim on your brother—you won’t drop dead and no hounds are comin’ for him.”

            “What do I owe you?” Sam asked, clenching his fist around Dean’s necklace.

            Dean’s face smirked. “I’ll come to you one night, Sammy Winchester, when I’ve accomplished my work. I’m the oldest, now, been promoted. And I’ll have an offer for you.” Dean’s body stepped forward, smooth as a cat. “Your brother won’t remember what I’ve done. Tell him anything you like. But my price, Sam, is that you take what I offer.” Dean’s hands cupped Sam’s face. “Or I will come for him.” The demon kissed him with Dean’s mouth; after a moment, Sam kissed back. “Do we have a deal?” the demon whispered.

            “Yes.” Sam brought his arms up, tying the necklace around Dean’s neck, and the demon fled.

            “Sammy?” Dean murmured, shuddering. “What—how…”

            Sam pulled Dean to him, barely holding back tears. “You’re free, Dean,” he said, voice muffled in Dean’s neck. “The year’s up and she let you go.”

            “Sam.” There was a warning in Dean’s tone. “What did you do?”

            Sam just kept holding Dean. “Worry about that later,” he plead. “You’re free.”

            Dean, after a moment’s hesitation, burrowed into Sam with a heavy, relieved sigh. “I’m free.”

            Sam closed his eyes.

 

 

Title: muzzled and caged

Fandom: “Buffy the Vampire Slayer”

Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.

Warnings: spoilers and AU for season four

Pairings: none

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 250

Point of view: third

 

 

            They seem to think that the pain will be enough to stop him. They forget, if they ever knew, that pain is something a body can become accustomed to—and they don’t know that for the first twenty years of his unlife, he belonged to Angelus. No human invention will ever equal to the pain Angelus taught him to enjoy.

            Once he learns the triggers, the tiny piece of metal and electricity is easy to circumvent. He is not the creature he was before, but neither is he helpless. He hunts for fresh blood, but he leaves the humans alive, and the Slayer never knows.

            She is simple to fool, only giving faith to what she sees. The Watcher should know better—a grandchilde of Angelus, felled by scientists? But it’s been so long since a true reign of Angelus, the Council has forgotten. Those months of madness culminating in Acathla were not Angelus, his mad, brilliant grandsire, only a pale shadow.

            He lets them believe he lives by their sufferance, never giving a hint that the muzzle in his brain only offers a slight hesitation anymore. He is learning to navigate around it.

            Four months after his escape, he kills a man on the street, and the chip doesn’t give so much as a jolt. He feasts that night, painting himself in blood.

            He leaves Sunnydale after cleaning up the mess. He’ll be back, though, to teach the girl-child Slayer why a true hunter never leaves an enemy chained.

 

 

 

Title: abiego

Fandom: “Supernatural”

Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.

Warnings: futurefic

Pairings: none

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 175

Point of view: third

Notes: the title should translate to send off. 

 

 

 

His body broke, shattered apart. He felt the burn as his tendons and muscles tore, as his bones ripped, as everything ended—

 

            It happened in Montana, that one time Dean was too slow. It happened too quick for Sam to do a damn thing about it, for him to yell a warning, for—

            It happened too quick, and just like that, Dean’s gone.

 

            Sam didn’t move for three days, staying beside Dean’s body. He didn’t notice the freezing rain or the pressure in his bladder or the blood(not his blood, not his blood, Dean, Dean) that painted his skin red.

            He didn’t notice anything but that Dean wasn’t breathing, wasn’t moving, was getting cold and starting to smell—

 

            They found him there and they pulled him away from Dean, and he couldn’t speak, couldn’t scream, could barely take a breath.

            The world was so cold, so quiet, and Dean wasn’t—

            Dean wasn’t. Anymore. 

 

—and there was time for one thought, half a thought, a whisper that never left his throat.

 

And then there was fire.

 

 

 

Title: bloodclaim

Fandom: “Angel the Series”/“Buffy the Vampire Slayer” crossover

Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.

Warnings: AU during “Angel” season 1 and “Buffy” season 4

Pairings: Angel(us)/Spike

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 300

Point of view: third

 

 

            Buffy couldn’t(wouldn’t) understand, he knows, but if one his children or grandchildren ever came to him and requested sanctuary, he would give it. Even from her.

            He is not Angelus and he is not Liam—he is Angel, the souled vampire, a breed apart from any other creature on Earth. He follows most of the vampire laws because they are written in his blood and his flesh—and protecting his line is one he must obey.

            Penn did not claim sanctuary from his sire. If he had, Angel would have given it, but he would also have taught his childe which humans were off-limits, beyond touch, how to survive without killing.

            Angel mourned when Penn died. He hoped his once-favorite childe found peace.

           

            So when Spike comes to him, terrified and emaciated, Angel feels Angelus rising to the forefront. Spike babbles incoherently about scientists and labs and pain so great he just wants to die, and Angel opens his own vein. His grandchilde needs nourishment—pig’s blood from his body will do for now. They’ll get human later, when Spike is under control.

            Angel cradles Spike against his chest, purrs him to sleep, carries his grandchilde to his bed and wraps around him. He’ll offer what comfort he can, learn what the boy is running from—he hopes it’s not Buffy, but if it is…

            Angelus snarls. Even if it is Buffy, Spike—sweet William—has claimed sanctuary, has come to him for aid.

            Spike whimpers in sleep. Angel nuzzles him, kisses his neck. “Sleep, dear boy,” he whispers. “Tomorrow, you’ll get a real meal, childe, and we’ll go from there.”

            He really hopes it’s not Buffy. But even if it is—

            Angelus demands vengeance. And Angel, holding his grandchilde, feeling him tremble and shudder, cannot do anything but agree.

 

Comments

[braziliah.livejournal.com]

bloodclaim is definitely something that should be a short story at the very least. its got potential.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!