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tamingthemuseTitle: Please Don’t Leave
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners and I make no profit off of playing with them.
Prompt: #131 – gargantuan
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Buffy Summers/Dean Winchester
Spoilers: BtVS post series, SPN season 1
Summary: There were various different ways to measure human emotions
Authors Notes: I want to thank a special group of people for being there for me when I really needed you. You guys are amazing and this is dedicated to you, thank you for all your support and love, you keep me writing and you make me smile.
There were various different ways to measure human emotions, the affection one fells for another person. It could be minuscule, a passing fancy, and then it could be a raging passion, a gargantuan obsession. To the outside world, to those that had actually seen them, it had appeared to be the first. They had stuck to bars and back alleyways; they had strolled through cemeteries and gone for more than one drive to a hill that young lovers often escaped to.
They had met in an abandoned house and that moment had changed their lives. She hadn’t told her friends about him and he hadn’t said a word about her to his dad or his brother, despite the fact that he hadn’t spoken to his brother in over a year.
She wormed her way into his heart, burrowed close and deep inside and stayed there. He filled her life with happiness and peace she had only once felt before, He made her laugh, he made her smile, and he made her yell and scream and throw things that he was only able to dodge because he had been dodging things his entire life.
This was how love was supposed to be. Messy and wild and all consuming. They never denied what it was, not to each other and not themselves. They just rarely vocalized it. There was no need because the other already knew.
They were together for only 3 months. He stayed with her in her moderate size home with its one empty bedroom that belonged to her sister that was at college. Only her sibling called, almost every single day to check in, say hi, say I love you, and to ask for money, clothes, or something she had left behind.
Dean only saw Dawn once. She had come back unexpectedly for the weekend and they had shared pop corn and she had hugged him as she had left. The whole weekend she hadn’t stopped smiling at him.
It had been just a little bit creepy, in the way he was sure she knew exactly what was going on but wasn’t going to say anything.
Then the day had come when his dad had called with a lead on a Wendigo in Minnesota and Buffy was needed elsewhere, some kind of end of the world deal. So they had spent a night wrapped in each other’s arms and in the morning they had gone their separate ways.
The world hadn’t ended.
His dad had gone missing and Sam’s girlfriend had been killed.
He called her once a week; she called him every three or four days. Sometimes they would talk for five minutes, just a hello, where are you? deal. Sometimes Dean would step outside the hotel and they would talk for hours, about absolutely nothing.
Then she didn’t pick up his calls, and he hadn’t heard from her in two weeks. Just when he was about to pack Sam up and head back to Cleveland. That’s when he had gotten a call, but not from Buffy. Dawn had called him to tell him that Buffy was in the hospital. That it was bad.
So he had packed up Sam and headed to Cleveland and to the hospital.
The doctors hadn’t been able to tell him anything, and Buffy’s friends had been more than a little shocked to see him and to learn who he was. Apparently, Dawnie told them that he was Buffy’s boyfriend. Which was the truth, technically. They just had never used those terms to describe their relationship. Dean hadn’t stopped picking up girls in bars, fewer of them but he hadn’t stopped, and Buffy still went searching for a little action after the other kind of action when she needed it.
Once her friends had backed off enough he had gone into her room. Sam had helped with that; he had been surprisingly quiet on the whole situations.
She had been so still, her skin pale beneath her tan, and her eyes closed as she slept. So he had sat beside her and he had broken down. Because in that moment he had known that he couldn’t do this alone. His life, the constant battle, the disappointments that came one after another. He was so god damn tired of it and she had made that all so much better.
She had made him feel like for once he deserved to be happy.
And he just wanted her to stay, to stay with him. He didn’t want her to leave him. Because for once in his life he had someone that was there for him.
Others saw them and thought it was just a benefits type deal, two people in a similar line of work that occasionally fell into bed together and had a good time. That’s how her friends had been looking at him when they had saw him. That’s what Sam had first assumed when he had mentioned her.
But it wasn’t.
It was more, this was it.
Finally.
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners and I make no profit off of playing with them.
Prompt: #131 – gargantuan
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Buffy Summers/Dean Winchester
Spoilers: BtVS post series, SPN season 1
Summary: There were various different ways to measure human emotions
Authors Notes: I want to thank a special group of people for being there for me when I really needed you. You guys are amazing and this is dedicated to you, thank you for all your support and love, you keep me writing and you make me smile.
There were various different ways to measure human emotions, the affection one fells for another person. It could be minuscule, a passing fancy, and then it could be a raging passion, a gargantuan obsession. To the outside world, to those that had actually seen them, it had appeared to be the first. They had stuck to bars and back alleyways; they had strolled through cemeteries and gone for more than one drive to a hill that young lovers often escaped to.
They had met in an abandoned house and that moment had changed their lives. She hadn’t told her friends about him and he hadn’t said a word about her to his dad or his brother, despite the fact that he hadn’t spoken to his brother in over a year.
She wormed her way into his heart, burrowed close and deep inside and stayed there. He filled her life with happiness and peace she had only once felt before, He made her laugh, he made her smile, and he made her yell and scream and throw things that he was only able to dodge because he had been dodging things his entire life.
This was how love was supposed to be. Messy and wild and all consuming. They never denied what it was, not to each other and not themselves. They just rarely vocalized it. There was no need because the other already knew.
They were together for only 3 months. He stayed with her in her moderate size home with its one empty bedroom that belonged to her sister that was at college. Only her sibling called, almost every single day to check in, say hi, say I love you, and to ask for money, clothes, or something she had left behind.
Dean only saw Dawn once. She had come back unexpectedly for the weekend and they had shared pop corn and she had hugged him as she had left. The whole weekend she hadn’t stopped smiling at him.
It had been just a little bit creepy, in the way he was sure she knew exactly what was going on but wasn’t going to say anything.
Then the day had come when his dad had called with a lead on a Wendigo in Minnesota and Buffy was needed elsewhere, some kind of end of the world deal. So they had spent a night wrapped in each other’s arms and in the morning they had gone their separate ways.
The world hadn’t ended.
His dad had gone missing and Sam’s girlfriend had been killed.
He called her once a week; she called him every three or four days. Sometimes they would talk for five minutes, just a hello, where are you? deal. Sometimes Dean would step outside the hotel and they would talk for hours, about absolutely nothing.
Then she didn’t pick up his calls, and he hadn’t heard from her in two weeks. Just when he was about to pack Sam up and head back to Cleveland. That’s when he had gotten a call, but not from Buffy. Dawn had called him to tell him that Buffy was in the hospital. That it was bad.
So he had packed up Sam and headed to Cleveland and to the hospital.
The doctors hadn’t been able to tell him anything, and Buffy’s friends had been more than a little shocked to see him and to learn who he was. Apparently, Dawnie told them that he was Buffy’s boyfriend. Which was the truth, technically. They just had never used those terms to describe their relationship. Dean hadn’t stopped picking up girls in bars, fewer of them but he hadn’t stopped, and Buffy still went searching for a little action after the other kind of action when she needed it.
Once her friends had backed off enough he had gone into her room. Sam had helped with that; he had been surprisingly quiet on the whole situations.
She had been so still, her skin pale beneath her tan, and her eyes closed as she slept. So he had sat beside her and he had broken down. Because in that moment he had known that he couldn’t do this alone. His life, the constant battle, the disappointments that came one after another. He was so god damn tired of it and she had made that all so much better.
She had made him feel like for once he deserved to be happy.
And he just wanted her to stay, to stay with him. He didn’t want her to leave him. Because for once in his life he had someone that was there for him.
Others saw them and thought it was just a benefits type deal, two people in a similar line of work that occasionally fell into bed together and had a good time. That’s how her friends had been looking at him when they had saw him. That’s what Sam had first assumed when he had mentioned her.
But it wasn’t.
It was more, this was it.
Finally.
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Date: 2009-01-25 10:20 pm (UTC)