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crossoverficTitle: Ended It All With a Few Punches
Fandom: Supernatural/Buffy
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Disclaimer: Not Mine
Character/Pairing/Group: Faith/Sam, Dean
Word Count: 495
For: theechochrous
Prompt: Addicted
Summary: It has been a while since I used Faith in a fanfic! :D
Rating: PG-13
“One more step, Winchester and you are dead.”
I held the knife like it was an extension of my hand, praying that this thin piece of metal would keep him from hurting me anymore, afraid that I wouldn’t have the guts to use the damn thing.
(it was hard to ignore the throbbing pain that his fists had created)
“Faith, please, I did not mean to do it.”
His face had been filled with rage, as ‘monster’ came spilling out of our lips, and blindness to all the chaos he was creating, but now it was streaked with tears that I could only see as false.
(knowing that his precious demon blood was still circulating in his veins)
“You nearly killed both me and Dean, Sammy, some part of you wanted it that’s very clear to me now. Stay the hell away from me, unlike you I don’t want to hurt you.”
Calling this creature before me ‘Sammy’ was hard and I nearly choked on the damn word, as I shook off the pain and blood he had given me I made sure he could not lay another damn finger on me.
(in the past the idea of him ever hurting me was something to laugh about)
“Leave, Sam, I know you want to and I can’t stand to look at you anymore.”
It was so hard not to fall into his open arms, that damn puppy dog face shining out as he takes in all the disaster he had let loose on us, but after everything he had done I could never trust him in the same way again.
(looking back on the good was so damn hard when all the bad outnumbered everything)
“Faith…”
Before he could reach out and grab ahold of me, holding the knife even tighter, the open wounds hurting even more as he closed in on me, I placed it between us.
“Please, just leave, Sam, before I realize what you’ve done to me and retaliate.”
Even after he left, knowing that he would be playing into the hands of our enemies like a good little boy, I still had an iron grip on my knife as I made sure Dean was breathing.
(I had a strong feeling that if he was dead I would have to do the same to Sammy, however, I doubt I could do it)
“Oh god, what the hell did he do to you, Faith?”
I tried to guess how horrible I looked, knowing that it would be months before the marks of his love would fade away, but I knew couldn’t be worse than what he had done to Dean.
(I only got my own set of wounds because I dared to try and help get his hands off of Dean’s throat)
“If I had a mirror, Dean, you’d be saying the same thing about yourself, now let’s get the hell out here before he decides to come back and finish us off.”
Fandom: Supernatural/Buffy
Author:
rosie1234Disclaimer: Not Mine
Character/Pairing/Group: Faith/Sam, Dean
Word Count: 495
For: theechochrous
Prompt: Addicted
Summary: It has been a while since I used Faith in a fanfic! :D
Rating: PG-13
“One more step, Winchester and you are dead.”
I held the knife like it was an extension of my hand, praying that this thin piece of metal would keep him from hurting me anymore, afraid that I wouldn’t have the guts to use the damn thing.
(it was hard to ignore the throbbing pain that his fists had created)
“Faith, please, I did not mean to do it.”
His face had been filled with rage, as ‘monster’ came spilling out of our lips, and blindness to all the chaos he was creating, but now it was streaked with tears that I could only see as false.
(knowing that his precious demon blood was still circulating in his veins)
“You nearly killed both me and Dean, Sammy, some part of you wanted it that’s very clear to me now. Stay the hell away from me, unlike you I don’t want to hurt you.”
Calling this creature before me ‘Sammy’ was hard and I nearly choked on the damn word, as I shook off the pain and blood he had given me I made sure he could not lay another damn finger on me.
(in the past the idea of him ever hurting me was something to laugh about)
“Leave, Sam, I know you want to and I can’t stand to look at you anymore.”
It was so hard not to fall into his open arms, that damn puppy dog face shining out as he takes in all the disaster he had let loose on us, but after everything he had done I could never trust him in the same way again.
(looking back on the good was so damn hard when all the bad outnumbered everything)
“Faith…”
Before he could reach out and grab ahold of me, holding the knife even tighter, the open wounds hurting even more as he closed in on me, I placed it between us.
“Please, just leave, Sam, before I realize what you’ve done to me and retaliate.”
Even after he left, knowing that he would be playing into the hands of our enemies like a good little boy, I still had an iron grip on my knife as I made sure Dean was breathing.
(I had a strong feeling that if he was dead I would have to do the same to Sammy, however, I doubt I could do it)
“Oh god, what the hell did he do to you, Faith?”
I tried to guess how horrible I looked, knowing that it would be months before the marks of his love would fade away, but I knew couldn’t be worse than what he had done to Dean.
(I only got my own set of wounds because I dared to try and help get his hands off of Dean’s throat)
“If I had a mirror, Dean, you’d be saying the same thing about yourself, now let’s get the hell out here before he decides to come back and finish us off.”
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