crossoverfic | Fic: 'Grey Angel' - Chapter Three (SPN/AtS)

Heading: ‘Grey angel’- Chapter 3/?
By:

ash_carpenter
Pairing: Dean/Spike
Other characters: Dark!Sam, Ryan (OMC), Diane (OFC) , Professor Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, Fred
Fandom(s): AtS/SPN
Rating: NC-17 (Overall)
Genre: Romance, angst, SLASH, Human AU
Disclaimer: I do not own characters of Spike or Dean. All credit goes to Joss Whedon and Co. And to Eric Kripke and The CW. Ryan & Diane, however, are my own characters.
Summary: Spike’s a rebellious punk rocker from a wealthy family, and has everything he could ever dream of…except someone to love, and who loves him back. Dean is a poor young man, abused by the one person he should be able to trust, and forced into prostitution...what’s gonna happen when these two meet?
Warnings: angst, SLASH, M/M sex, strong language, Human AU, non-con sex,bondage,
Feedback: feed me? O__O
Word count: 1307

A/N: This is going to be a very dark fic...so...if you’re not comfortable with that, do not click the link

Chapter Three

Eventually, Spike ended up sleeping on the couch, as he’d given his bed to Dean. He’d almost fallen on his face when Dean started to undress right in front of him, oblivious to Spike’s discomfort, which was mostly located in his pants. God, that guy was gorgeous, all lean and smooth muscle, skin as golden as an early morning sunrise, looking silky soft. Spike’s fingers itched to touch it, to run his hands along Dean’s back, all the way to the curve of his perfect ass.

Fortunately, he’d been able to gather himself before Dean turned around to see what was causing such a rattle; Spike just stood there with a huge grin on his face and muttered, “Bloody carpet, always in the way,” and fled before Dean could say anything. Spike couldn’t understand what was going on with him; he’d never been this far gone in such a short time, but he felt like there was something special to be found in Dean and he wanted to be the one to find it. He also knew that something was wrong with the other boy, almost like there wasn’t any ‘fight’ left in him, like he’d given up or something. Spike just had to find out more about his mystery guest, like where he lived, with whom, and what had that fight been about earlier, with ‘Sam’? And who was ‘Sam’ anyway?

~~*~~

Dean was still asleep the next morning when Spike strolled into his room to rummage through his closet for something to wear. He didn’t get far though; he was mesmerised by the sight spread accross his bed, sheets tangled around his narrow hips; Dean looked like the sin itself. The other end of the sheet was slightly lower, revealing half of his perfectly shaped ass. Great! The guy slept naked; Spike had to breath deep a couple of times before he turned towards his closet again. ‘That just ain’t right...if he keeps that up I’m not responsible for my actions,’ he growled in his head. After deciding to wear a white t-shirt and a pair of black leather pants he left the room quietly, careful not to disturb Dean.

~~*~~

Spike was already in front of the stove, making pancakes, when his mother entered the kitchen. She looked surprised to find her son making breakfast; she’d never seen it happen before. Spike frowned at his mother when he noticed she was staring; he knew it might have looked a bit odd, him making pancakes, but he’d just felt like it, and Dean might be hungry when he woke up. Not that he’d made’em for him particularly, no.

“Darling, what’s going on? I mean....what’s gotten into you?” his mom asked softly, smiling a little when she noticed Spike’s obvious discomfort about the subject.

“Nothing...what do you mean? Can’t I make breakfast without you giving me a third-degree?” Spike shrugged, turning back to his task at hand. Why did she have to be so nosy? There was nothing going on, right? He was just helping a poor lad to get his strength back, and then he would send him on his way, of course.

His mom had just opened her mouth to ask another question when Dean strolled into the kitchen, leaving her jaw open in surprise. He walked to the table and sat down, peering at Spike’s mom through his thick lashes – he looked so adorable that Diane felt her heart swell at the sight. She had never seen such a beautiful boy…well, except her son. The boy looked like an angel, if there were such creatures. She hadn’t seen the boy earlier when Spike brought him home, and had been angry to him for bringing strangers to her house, but now, when she looked at him, she knew he would never do anything to hurt them. Suddenly she had an giant urge to protect the boy.

“Good morning,” she greeted Dean when he just stared at her, probably trying to figure out what to say.

“Morning, ma’am,” he answered in a small voice, looking scared and twitching his shirt sleeve in his fingers.

“Are you feeling better? You were in such a bad shape yesterday, luv.” She kept her voice soft, as if she was talking to a much younger child; she’d noticed that Dean was really terrified of his surroundings at the moment – she really wanted to know where he came from and where he lived. Diane knew he was from a poor side of the town – she could tell from his clothes and the way he kept his eyes down when she spoke to him.

“Yes...thank you, ma’am,” he answered again, keeping his gaze on his toes. All he wanted to do was run; these people were better than him and would be angry when they found out what a worthless waste of space he really was. Dean had dealt with rich people before; they wanted to hurt people like him. The last encounter he’d had with a wealthy person almost cost him his life – he’d only managed to escape because of the police car which happened to drive by.

“Well...that’s good, luv...So...do you want something to drink? William’s making pancakes for breakfast, but you can have what ever you want, okay?” She smiled at him and leaned towards him to ruffle his hair. She was surprised when she felt him flinch violently as her hand touched him. This boy had definitely been hurt by someone. She sighed inwardly and walked to the fridge to get something to drink. She wanted to help the boy, but knew it would be difficult – he was living in a very different world and, by the look of things, it was a cruel one.

Spike stepped up to the table, plate full of pancakes, and grinned widely at his mom’s amused expression; he wouldn’t let her embarrass him this time. Dean looked up also, smiling a faint smile as Spike flipped two pancakes on his plate and offered him honey and jam to choose from. Dean chose jam and as he was taking hold of the jar his hand brushed Spike’s, sending jolts of electricity through his body. He grabbed the jar quickly and muttered a silent ‘thank you’, blushing fiercely when Spike waggled his eyebrows and gave him a smile full of promises – promises of what, Dean didn’t know.

‘If he keeps looking at me like that, ’m gonna bloody explode from frustration and repressed sexual energy....but I can’t just jump him, can I? He seems so shy, and kinda scared?’ Spike spaced out for a second. When he came around, he found Dean glancing at him curiously from under his lashes. Spike wanted nothing more than to devour him, to kiss every part of his body until he prayed for mercy.

~****~

Dean was still weak from the blow to his head and Spike had all but pleaded for him to stay for another night, just to be sure that he was okay. So he did, but was terrified of having to stay alone in the giant house while Spike was at school and his dad at work – Diane had to go and grab some stuff from the supermarket. Dean wasn’t used to this kind of setting – the house was full of expensive art and everything in else which he had never even dreamed of seeing. Everything felt so alien to him, like a whole new world had opened up in front of him, just to mock him, to show him the life he couldn’t have. As Dean sat down on the big couch dividing the room when Spike left, all the fear and desperation he’d been feeling for most of his life came pouring over him in a giant wave. Dean broke down into violent sobs – he was so alone.

TBC

Chapter 1 Here

Chapter 2 Here