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tamingthemuseTitle: Whispers of the Forsaken
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.
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: prompt #138 filch (picture)
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Supernatural
Pairing: Buffy/Dean
Spoilers: SPN Season 4 ALL, BtVS entire series
Summary: So I had invited you in and for a time we were happy. We went to town; we were the normal, beautiful couple that lived in that cabin in the woods. We were accepted and we were hidden. But even as you settled in with me I could still see that doubt in your eyes. You missed him and I knew you wouldn’t be able to live without him.
Author’s Notes: So this was written very late at night and is a one-shot. It’s just an idea I’ve had that I never plan on continuing. With that said enjoy and also this is my first time writing this type of perspective. Also, this is another story written for Nicole since I still haven't gotten her Buffy/Dean/Sam fic done :D
From your face, your eyes
Are burning to me.
You saved me, you gave me
Just what I need.
In this moment I know that I am losing you. I can already see your hand reaching for the door, your eyes watching the horizon. Your feet are already moving under you and you don’t know it. You smile and keep going on like nothing is happening, like you aren’t longing to be free.
You stayed as long as you could, longer than you should have. Your heart was broken and you were just a shell of the man. You smiled, and you laughed, and you lived but there was always a phantom haunting your eyes. There is a grief that lingers along your smile and a pain in each step you take.
I know you love me. I know you love me with every touch and gesture. I know you love me with every word and declaration. I never doubted that. That love was not enough though, it wasn’t enough to combat the sorrow that pulled you down and shadowed your every step.
I understand.
I wish I didn’t but I do. I understand why you are pulling away from me. I understand why my love isn’t enough. I understand that this is something you can’t move past.
There were moments, small moments that I thought we could make this work. It was when you would start laughing at only a joker you knew, when you would run out in the rain and tilt your head back trying to catch the droplets in your mouth, or when you would filch my fries stuffing them into your mouth and grinning back at me daring me to retaliate.
It couldn’t outweigh the time you spent with your nose buried in book after the book. Or the time you spent on the phone needing to know his every action, his every cruelty. You were obsessed and your smile couldn’t hide the burning need you had for him, to know once in for all if he he was really lost to you.
Sam.
The Anti-Christ.
The demon infected blood in him had given him extraordinary abilities, abilities that once unleashed in their full force couldn’t be denied and he had turned into an addict, addicted the heady rush of power that was contained in his body. In the beginning you told me you had blamed Ruby. Lying in bed late at night with only the moon shining down on our naked flesh you had whispered your past in my ears with your arms wrapped tight around me.
You had told me that she had showed him what he could be. She had been the demon whore that had led him astray and you had held firm with this belief for years. Until you realized with your hands red with her blood that your brother had started straying the day you had died over and over again. He had told you but you hadn’t listened. You didn’t remember but he had, 6 months worth of pain filled memories that you weren’t a part of.
That’s when unlocking the dark part deep inside of him had really become an option, it had turned into a plan.
After you had been dragged out of Hell you knew there was something wrong, you found out that he had given in and as months passed you had learned that he had given in fully. You had realized that he had no intention of turning back and that’s when you had gotten the order. A message from God carried by an angel you didn’t like while the one that had raised you from perdition refused to carry it out.
You had been ordered to kill your brother.
On the heels of that order Sam had asked you to stand by his side.
You had turned against God, you turned against your brother, and that is when I found you. You had been broken and drowning yourself in a bottle. You were on the run from both sides and I had left the fight long enough to offer you a place to rest. It hadn’t been much. The cabin in the woods had been a gift from friends of mine, ones that weren’t done fighting. Xander had built it, Willow had charmed it and it was my home for going on three years.
So I had invited you in and for a time we were happy. We went to town; we were the normal, beautiful couple that lived in that cabin in the woods. We were accepted and we were hidden. But even as you settled in with me I could still see that doubt in your eyes. You missed him and I knew you wouldn’t be able to live without him.
So I waited, and I waited, and you grew more restless and the darkness in the world grew under his command. Now I know, as I watch you holding the phone in your hand, that you are ready to go. That I am losing you.
You just got Bobby’s message, relayed to you by Anna, the only other Angel that still looked on you with favor. He had had trouble getting a hold of you but weeks have passed and you are one of the last ones to find out. Over three weeks ago Uriel was killed by Sam’s hand and Castiel let him die. Then, Castiel fell.
I’ve known this entire time but I couldn’t tell you. You are leaving to find him, to find Sam and say yes and you want to ask me to go but you won’t. You would never ask anything for yourself. Even leaving is for someone else, because know that Sam has declared war on God someone needs to be there to watch his back, and it has always been you.
It doesn’t matter if I am losing you though. You won’t be lost for long. Castiel made his choice, to fall for grace and we made another. When Anna had fallen she had chosen a devoted couple to raise her in her human life. Castiel, however, is far more adventurous. He choose us, he choose you. I felt him, the touch of heaven brushing up against me for the first time since I had been pulled out, brushing up and settling.
You are going back to Sam to stand at his side and in a year’s time I will join you. You still have faith that you can bring your brother back and Castiel had faith in you, that you would be the only one to do this. You who are hell raised, heaven chosen, evil bound, and father to an angel.
I am not sure where I fit in all this. Once I was a Slayer, still am but I haven’t felt the burn to fight in years. It’s no longer my choice though. I am in this, all the way.
I won’t lose you.
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.
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: prompt #138 filch (picture)
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Supernatural
Pairing: Buffy/Dean
Spoilers: SPN Season 4 ALL, BtVS entire series
Summary: So I had invited you in and for a time we were happy. We went to town; we were the normal, beautiful couple that lived in that cabin in the woods. We were accepted and we were hidden. But even as you settled in with me I could still see that doubt in your eyes. You missed him and I knew you wouldn’t be able to live without him.
Author’s Notes: So this was written very late at night and is a one-shot. It’s just an idea I’ve had that I never plan on continuing. With that said enjoy and also this is my first time writing this type of perspective. Also, this is another story written for Nicole since I still haven't gotten her Buffy/Dean/Sam fic done :D
Are burning to me.
You saved me, you gave me
Just what I need.
In this moment I know that I am losing you. I can already see your hand reaching for the door, your eyes watching the horizon. Your feet are already moving under you and you don’t know it. You smile and keep going on like nothing is happening, like you aren’t longing to be free.
You stayed as long as you could, longer than you should have. Your heart was broken and you were just a shell of the man. You smiled, and you laughed, and you lived but there was always a phantom haunting your eyes. There is a grief that lingers along your smile and a pain in each step you take.
I know you love me. I know you love me with every touch and gesture. I know you love me with every word and declaration. I never doubted that. That love was not enough though, it wasn’t enough to combat the sorrow that pulled you down and shadowed your every step.
I understand.
I wish I didn’t but I do. I understand why you are pulling away from me. I understand why my love isn’t enough. I understand that this is something you can’t move past.
There were moments, small moments that I thought we could make this work. It was when you would start laughing at only a joker you knew, when you would run out in the rain and tilt your head back trying to catch the droplets in your mouth, or when you would filch my fries stuffing them into your mouth and grinning back at me daring me to retaliate.
It couldn’t outweigh the time you spent with your nose buried in book after the book. Or the time you spent on the phone needing to know his every action, his every cruelty. You were obsessed and your smile couldn’t hide the burning need you had for him, to know once in for all if he he was really lost to you.
Sam.
The Anti-Christ.
The demon infected blood in him had given him extraordinary abilities, abilities that once unleashed in their full force couldn’t be denied and he had turned into an addict, addicted the heady rush of power that was contained in his body. In the beginning you told me you had blamed Ruby. Lying in bed late at night with only the moon shining down on our naked flesh you had whispered your past in my ears with your arms wrapped tight around me.
You had told me that she had showed him what he could be. She had been the demon whore that had led him astray and you had held firm with this belief for years. Until you realized with your hands red with her blood that your brother had started straying the day you had died over and over again. He had told you but you hadn’t listened. You didn’t remember but he had, 6 months worth of pain filled memories that you weren’t a part of.
That’s when unlocking the dark part deep inside of him had really become an option, it had turned into a plan.
After you had been dragged out of Hell you knew there was something wrong, you found out that he had given in and as months passed you had learned that he had given in fully. You had realized that he had no intention of turning back and that’s when you had gotten the order. A message from God carried by an angel you didn’t like while the one that had raised you from perdition refused to carry it out.
You had been ordered to kill your brother.
On the heels of that order Sam had asked you to stand by his side.
You had turned against God, you turned against your brother, and that is when I found you. You had been broken and drowning yourself in a bottle. You were on the run from both sides and I had left the fight long enough to offer you a place to rest. It hadn’t been much. The cabin in the woods had been a gift from friends of mine, ones that weren’t done fighting. Xander had built it, Willow had charmed it and it was my home for going on three years.
So I had invited you in and for a time we were happy. We went to town; we were the normal, beautiful couple that lived in that cabin in the woods. We were accepted and we were hidden. But even as you settled in with me I could still see that doubt in your eyes. You missed him and I knew you wouldn’t be able to live without him.
So I waited, and I waited, and you grew more restless and the darkness in the world grew under his command. Now I know, as I watch you holding the phone in your hand, that you are ready to go. That I am losing you.
You just got Bobby’s message, relayed to you by Anna, the only other Angel that still looked on you with favor. He had had trouble getting a hold of you but weeks have passed and you are one of the last ones to find out. Over three weeks ago Uriel was killed by Sam’s hand and Castiel let him die. Then, Castiel fell.
I’ve known this entire time but I couldn’t tell you. You are leaving to find him, to find Sam and say yes and you want to ask me to go but you won’t. You would never ask anything for yourself. Even leaving is for someone else, because know that Sam has declared war on God someone needs to be there to watch his back, and it has always been you.
It doesn’t matter if I am losing you though. You won’t be lost for long. Castiel made his choice, to fall for grace and we made another. When Anna had fallen she had chosen a devoted couple to raise her in her human life. Castiel, however, is far more adventurous. He choose us, he choose you. I felt him, the touch of heaven brushing up against me for the first time since I had been pulled out, brushing up and settling.
You are going back to Sam to stand at his side and in a year’s time I will join you. You still have faith that you can bring your brother back and Castiel had faith in you, that you would be the only one to do this. You who are hell raised, heaven chosen, evil bound, and father to an angel.
I am not sure where I fit in all this. Once I was a Slayer, still am but I haven’t felt the burn to fight in years. It’s no longer my choice though. I am in this, all the way.
I won’t lose you.
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Date: 2009-03-27 05:13 pm (UTC)I love that you told this in 2nd person - not normally one of my favorites but I like the way you used it here. It just worked.
Castiel falling and choosing Buffy and Dean as his parents is fantastic (and reminds me of Entertaining Angels because, you know, little Cas! Have you read it?) and I totally would love to see Dean finding out he's a dad and Sam as an uncle. Hee!
I so want a verse now with Buffy and Dean as Castiel's parents and it's all your fault. And it could be 2nd or 3rd person! (See, again, your fault.)
Loved it, Krystal, thanks!