crossoverfic | Eyes Are Windows To the Soul; Supernatural/BTVS; Sam/Dru, Dean; PG-13

Title: Eyes Are Windows To the Soul
Author:

rosie1234
Fandom: Sueprnatural/BTVS
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 414
Ships: Sam/Dru, Dean, Ruby
Summary: “Eyes are the windows to your soul, Sammy-boy. And yours is all twisted the wrong way while I do not even have one of those silly things.”
Note: I’ve been meaning to do some kind of crossover with Dru and I think Sam is perfect for her, lol.
For:

crystalpumpkin, choco_cherries, theechochorus
Prompt: Right Kind of Wrong, Windows, 70. Bad Habits
Disclaimer: Not Mine

“Eyes are the windows to your soul, Sammy-boy. And yours is all twisted the wrong way while I do not even have one of those silly things.”

I put an end to the wrong love that Ruby had pulled me into and in the matter of seconds (Ruby’s blood had barely started to dry) I found myself stumbling into yet another one.

But instead of a pair of black eyes, with pumping blood that I couldn’t wait to sink my teeth into (it never was love, just need), this time I had a pair of shining fangs ripping into me with a wicked grin permanently on those lips.

(that were always covered in blood, the only thing we had in common)

“At least I still have mine, Dru; at least I’m not damned.”

Each time I woke up and began to see what I was becoming, those black eyes of mine were slowly being brought out by her bite (and her nails always poking me like a brand new toy), she was able to pull be back into the darkness with those eyes putting me into some kind of trance.

(‘She’s a freaking snake, Sammy, and one day she will be the end of you. This means you should chop her head off before she can.’)

“I wouldn’t be so sure, puppet, I can see it fading and it won’t be too long before we’re the same. (or my daddy comes and takes me away from my new boy)”

Both her words, laced with poison that is busy flowing through my veins (and at the end her deadly kiss will take it all away), and Dean’s is buzzing through my mind and it’s clear that she is winning, evil over good.

“I think that time’s already here, Dru, and that’s thanks to you.”

Any good that had been trying to bud within me was dying as those eyes locked on me and saw that horrible soul of mine withering away.

(the only good I had left had been planted by Dean and was slowly coming now more)

“It looks like all my work paid off, now, Sammy-boy, come here and take your medicine.”

(and she became the death of me, and then gave life to the evil inside)