Out of the Red, Out of her HeadSeries:
Supernatural and AtS, BtVS crossoverRating:
R for dark themes. Still no sex, but there will be, OH, there will be.Pairing/Characters:
Sam/Dean/Dru mentions of other characters from both verses. Notes/Disclaimers/Summary:
Darkish fic, Goes AU after Season 1 of SPN. Takes place post BtVS and AtS series. Wordcount:
Thanks to notthequiettype
for the speedy grammar beta.
Exactly one year ago, I posted a little ficlet called Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
, a BtVS/Supernatural crossover that's been in my brain ever since, but with no real focus, just "mmm, Winchester vampires...HOT"
So I didn't think I'd ever come back to this, but then Buffy Season 8 happened and ideas began to percolate. This stands alone. But the future parts (when I get to them) will be WIP, I think, we'll see.
This is an interlude that maybe sets up some things for the bigger story I have planned. You should read the first story though, you'll be lost otherwise. It's only 450 words, so DO EEET.
The first thing they do when they leave Kansas for the last time is dispatch the fire demon with a ferocity and grace that makes Dru clap her hands and beg them to “do it again, do it again.” And so they do, with Sam (and now Dru’s sometimes too) visions guiding the way. The visions don’t hurt any more. Why Sam still gets them at all though is God’s own mystery. John taught them to "use everything you got," and they do. The victims they foresee are still victims in the end, their lives only taken by the second, third, and fourth demons to show up on the scene rather than the first.But the real joy lies in besting whatever demonic thing brought them there in the first place. Dean’s been a hunter for too long to give it up now. Maybe someday, but Dean with preternatural speed and strength is a Dean to the 100th power - everything he’s trained his whole life to be actualized to its fullest potential. It’s breathtaking to behold. He hardly carries weapons anymore. When he comes to Sam covered in gore and blood, eyes glittering green to gold and back again, Sam thinks forever, just like this and has no regrets about ending Dean’s life. In fact, he doesn’t have regrets of any kind anymore. Being a soulless thing is helpful that way. Their world has been narrowed to fighting, fucking, and most importantly, family. It’s all Dean’s ever wanted and everything Sam didn’t know he did until he had it.
Technically, Sam is the older one now. A fact Dean chooses to ignore when Sam needles him with it. But they're finally true equals in every way. Sam’s a telekinetic, psychic, vampire. He can handle himself, thanks. The powers Sam had only begun to discover and use he commands with barely a thought now. Dean’s need to protect Sam redirects to Dru anyway, who he loves with a reverence Sam is jealous of at first. But then he comes to understand the beauty of her brokenness the way Dean did from the moment he woke and laid eyes on her. They’re alike, the two of them. Sam’s never been cast aside by anyone the way they have. There’s solace for them in the knowing they share.
Dru tells them many things. Sam listens to her with his ears and his mind, quickly learning the intricacies of what is real and what isn't with her. They realize the vampires they’d met with their father are only one of many kinds. She tells them what it means to be Aurelian, a fact they’re less than interested in. She brings Sam books that would have Bobby Singer salivating and he pours over them in the early mornings while Dru and Dean sleep, tangled in each other. It isn’t long before America grows too small for them. Then, as fate or coincidence would have it, Sam’s visions start to show him places and creatures and people he’s never seen the likes of before. Almond eyes and floating heads and dark jungles in the darkest night. "West," he tells them. One mention of Los Angeles and California sends Dru into hysterics that last for two days, Dean and Sam cajoling her and swearing fidelity as she clung to them. So they put the car in storage and leave from Seattle to cross the Pacific.
Thailand first and Bangkok, teeming with humanity and sin and it's heaven, overwhelming. Nothing like they've ever seen even in the largest of American cities. Dru finally convinces them there's nothing but More ahead and takes them out of the city to make their way up through the jungles of Southeast Asia into China, then further North across the steppes into Russia. Dru delights in showing them the places she hasn’t been in over a hundred years. “Not since there were four,” she says. In Shanghai, she takes them to the temple where her poet defeated and drank a slayer.
Something changes in Dean when he asks, “What’s a slayer?” and she tells him.