Sleep of the Just *Complete*
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Adult +
Chapters:
8
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Unfortunately I don't own Supernatural or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. No profit will be made from this work of fiction. The story is based on the afore mentioned video and was written with permission from its owner AliasJaneDoe. The rest of it is mine.
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Dawn stepped out of the airport doors with her bag slung over her shoulder and looked around. She’d promised to be here, but, knowing Faith, she’d be late. With a wry little smile, she sighed and sat down on one of the benches near the doors.
Italy had been great, lots to see and do and, thanks to Giles, plenty to learn, but Dawn was tired of being told how to live, where to go and who to see. She knew Buffy and Giles meant well, but the constant nagging to ‘go to college, make a career for herself’ got old fast. Basically the two of them were trying to get her as far from the Slaying, the fighting as possible. She respected that they cared, that they wanted her safe and she had long ago accepted that she wasn’t a Slayer, but she wasn’t ready to give up the fight. Helping people, fighting the things that went bump in the night, she’d grown up with it and it was, literally, in her blood. She’d trained along with the Potential Slayers, though she supposed they were all Slayers now, since Willow had worked her mojo and freed the Slayer power for all of them. She knew how to fight, to defend herself and she didn’t need to be protected. At least not much, she admitted to herself.
So when she turned 18, she used her savings to buy a plane ticket and she called the one person she knew who would be only too happy to help her find a life away from Giles and her sister. She and Faith had always gotten along and the Slayer sounded jazzed when Dawn called and asked to come stay with her. She knew Faith stayed fairly mobile these days, mostly living in motels, moving around from town to town, hunting, slaying, but after these last few years of overly-structured living, Dawn was ready for a change.
A black car pulled up to the curb and through the open window, a familiar face was grinning at her.
“Hey, cutie, need a ride?” Faith asked and Dawn smiled, grabbing her bag and jogging to the car. She got into the passenger seat and Faith took her bag, shoving it over the seats into the back. As they pulled away from the curb, Dawn resisted the urge to reach over and hug Faith. The Slayer had never been much for hugging, she remembered. But it was good to see her, good to be back in the US. Faith maneuvered them through the airport parking lot and onto a highway.
“So, where to first?” Dawn asked, sitting back in the seat and buckling her belt.
“Heard there’s a nest of vampires in a town a few miles down the highway. Thought we might start out with something familiar,” Faith said, flashing her a grin. Dawn smiled back. It was good to be home.
~*~
When Dawn had called her, Faith had hesitated at first, remembering Buffy’s kid sister and how fragile she always looked. Delicate looking, with big eyes and a smile full of mischief. Then she’d remembered Dawn from the last time she’d seen her, the strong, confident girl who’d stood her ground and joined in the fight against the First Evil and the army of nasty looking super vamps. She’d held her own then, without Slayer powers, formal training or anything other than her own backbone. So she’d said yes and now she was glad she had.
Little Dawn had grown up. She was still delicate looking, fine boned and slender, but damn the girl could move. She’d obviously been training and it showed as she drove the stake into the female vamp’s chest. It was the third one Dawn had taken out on her own and Faith was grinning when she spun and dusted the one coming up behind her. She’d forgotten what it felt like to fight with a partner. She and Dawn worked well together, better than most. It had always been a little odd fighting beside Buffy and the gang, considering their past together hadn’t always been friendly. Grudges went deep, she supposed. There was only one other person she’d felt so comfortable with and he- well, she didn’t think about him when she could help it. It was still too raw.
When Dawn and Faith were the last one’s standing in the ratty old barn the vamps had nested in, Faith looked at Dawn.
“Nice moves. I see you’ve picked up a few new skills since I saw you last,” she said.
“Yeah. Buffy wasn’t thrilled about it, but Giles thought it was a good idea that I know how to fight, so I got to train with the girls,” Dawn said, grinning. Her face was flushed, eyes bright and Faith knew she looked the same. Adrenaline was rushing and it was a hell of a feeling.
“Let’s torch this place, make sure we don’t miss anyone, then go find something to do to work off some of this energy,” Faith said, moving toward the door. Dawn followed, closing the barn door and putting the heavy board into place that locked it shut. At the car, Faith popped the trunk and pulled out the two small gas cans she kept filled. She handed one to Dawn and took the other herself. The two of them splashed the gas onto the wooden walls of the barn, making sure the wood was saturated enough to catch easily before Faith pulled a book of matches out of her pocket, lit it and threw the whole thing at the old building.
It went up with a whoosh, flames licking the faded red paint and they stood back and watched until it was fully engulfed. Glancing around, glad to see that only bare dirt surrounded the place, so the fire wouldn’t spread, Faith picked up the cans and put them back in the car, slamming the trunk.
“Let’s bail. I hear a dance floor calling my name,” she said, walking around the car and getting behind the wheel. Dawn was already in and buckling up when she got in. They pulled away and drove down the dirt driveway without looking back.
A quick stop at their motel room to clean up and change their shirts and they were back in the car, pulling into a parking lot. Dawn was raising her eyebrows as they got out of the car and she looked at Faith. Faith grinned, knowing exactly what she was thinking.
“Faith, this is a bar,” Dawn said.
“Yep, that it is,” Faith agreed.
“Hello, I’m not old enough. I’m only 18, remember?” she said and Faith just laughed.
“Trust me, girlfriend. No way the bartender is kicking you out.”
Dawn sighed and Faith linked their arms together, pulling her along, across the parking lot and through the door.
The inside of the bar was dark except for the flashing strobes and colored lights around the dance floor. It was a big crowd for a place so small, mostly young people. No doubt this was the only entertainment to be had in a town like this. Faith glanced at the bar, saw the bartender, a middle-aged guy with a receding hairline. He was watching them walk in and when they came into sight, he grinned and nodded. Faith smirked back and led Dawn to the dance floor.
~*~
Sitting backward on his stool, leaning on the bar, Dean took a long swallow of his beer and glanced at the dance floor, his gaze lingering appreciatively on two dark haired girls who were dancing together. They were moving to the fast heavy beat, throwing their entire bodies into it and what bodies they were.
“Sammy,” he said, nudging his brother with his elbow. Sam turned and raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah?”
“Feel like dancing?”
“Dean, are you drunk already?” Sam asked, sighing with exasperation. He spun around fully when Dean gestured to the dance floor, his eyes immediately landing on the two dark haired beauties.
“Wow,” he said, after a minute. One thing about Dean, he had excellent taste in women.
“There’s two of them,” Dean said, glancing at his brother again, eyebrows raised. It was rare that Sam showed an interest in a woman, so when he did, Dean always felt it was his duty as a brother to encourage it. Sam didn’t have nearly as much fun as a guy his age should.
“Not tonight, Dean, we’re here on a job, remember?” Sam said, glancing at the girls again with something like regret before he turned back to his beer.
“We’re supposed to be finding out about the nest, yeah, I got it, but Sam, its nighttime. We aren’t going after them until dawn at least. There’s no sense in wasting hours and hours between now and then when there’s something like that-“ he gestured to the dance floor- “to keep a man occupied. It’s almost criminal.”
“Whatever, Dean, I’m not dancing. Go, knock yourself out,” Sam said and Dean gave an exaggerated sigh before hopping off his stool and making his way across the bar.
As he neared the floor, one girl, slightly shorter than the other and dressed in leather pants, turned her head and he was able to see her face clearly. Dean paused, recognition stealing through him. There was no way, not after all this time… but there she was, in living color. He took a breath and kept walking, ending up behind her. He reached out to grab her arm and she pulled it away with out looking.
“Not interested, get lost!” she shouted over the music, continuing to dance. The other girl, though, stopped dancing, her mouth opening in surprise and he had the thought that she looked really familiar, like he should know her too. Faith stopped dancing, apparently seeing the look on her friend’s face and turned to see who was behind her. Dean grinned.
“Miss me, sweetheart?”
~*~
Italy had been great, lots to see and do and, thanks to Giles, plenty to learn, but Dawn was tired of being told how to live, where to go and who to see. She knew Buffy and Giles meant well, but the constant nagging to ‘go to college, make a career for herself’ got old fast. Basically the two of them were trying to get her as far from the Slaying, the fighting as possible. She respected that they cared, that they wanted her safe and she had long ago accepted that she wasn’t a Slayer, but she wasn’t ready to give up the fight. Helping people, fighting the things that went bump in the night, she’d grown up with it and it was, literally, in her blood. She’d trained along with the Potential Slayers, though she supposed they were all Slayers now, since Willow had worked her mojo and freed the Slayer power for all of them. She knew how to fight, to defend herself and she didn’t need to be protected. At least not much, she admitted to herself.
So when she turned 18, she used her savings to buy a plane ticket and she called the one person she knew who would be only too happy to help her find a life away from Giles and her sister. She and Faith had always gotten along and the Slayer sounded jazzed when Dawn called and asked to come stay with her. She knew Faith stayed fairly mobile these days, mostly living in motels, moving around from town to town, hunting, slaying, but after these last few years of overly-structured living, Dawn was ready for a change.
A black car pulled up to the curb and through the open window, a familiar face was grinning at her.
“Hey, cutie, need a ride?” Faith asked and Dawn smiled, grabbing her bag and jogging to the car. She got into the passenger seat and Faith took her bag, shoving it over the seats into the back. As they pulled away from the curb, Dawn resisted the urge to reach over and hug Faith. The Slayer had never been much for hugging, she remembered. But it was good to see her, good to be back in the US. Faith maneuvered them through the airport parking lot and onto a highway.
“So, where to first?” Dawn asked, sitting back in the seat and buckling her belt.
“Heard there’s a nest of vampires in a town a few miles down the highway. Thought we might start out with something familiar,” Faith said, flashing her a grin. Dawn smiled back. It was good to be home.
~*~
When Dawn had called her, Faith had hesitated at first, remembering Buffy’s kid sister and how fragile she always looked. Delicate looking, with big eyes and a smile full of mischief. Then she’d remembered Dawn from the last time she’d seen her, the strong, confident girl who’d stood her ground and joined in the fight against the First Evil and the army of nasty looking super vamps. She’d held her own then, without Slayer powers, formal training or anything other than her own backbone. So she’d said yes and now she was glad she had.
Little Dawn had grown up. She was still delicate looking, fine boned and slender, but damn the girl could move. She’d obviously been training and it showed as she drove the stake into the female vamp’s chest. It was the third one Dawn had taken out on her own and Faith was grinning when she spun and dusted the one coming up behind her. She’d forgotten what it felt like to fight with a partner. She and Dawn worked well together, better than most. It had always been a little odd fighting beside Buffy and the gang, considering their past together hadn’t always been friendly. Grudges went deep, she supposed. There was only one other person she’d felt so comfortable with and he- well, she didn’t think about him when she could help it. It was still too raw.
When Dawn and Faith were the last one’s standing in the ratty old barn the vamps had nested in, Faith looked at Dawn.
“Nice moves. I see you’ve picked up a few new skills since I saw you last,” she said.
“Yeah. Buffy wasn’t thrilled about it, but Giles thought it was a good idea that I know how to fight, so I got to train with the girls,” Dawn said, grinning. Her face was flushed, eyes bright and Faith knew she looked the same. Adrenaline was rushing and it was a hell of a feeling.
“Let’s torch this place, make sure we don’t miss anyone, then go find something to do to work off some of this energy,” Faith said, moving toward the door. Dawn followed, closing the barn door and putting the heavy board into place that locked it shut. At the car, Faith popped the trunk and pulled out the two small gas cans she kept filled. She handed one to Dawn and took the other herself. The two of them splashed the gas onto the wooden walls of the barn, making sure the wood was saturated enough to catch easily before Faith pulled a book of matches out of her pocket, lit it and threw the whole thing at the old building.
It went up with a whoosh, flames licking the faded red paint and they stood back and watched until it was fully engulfed. Glancing around, glad to see that only bare dirt surrounded the place, so the fire wouldn’t spread, Faith picked up the cans and put them back in the car, slamming the trunk.
“Let’s bail. I hear a dance floor calling my name,” she said, walking around the car and getting behind the wheel. Dawn was already in and buckling up when she got in. They pulled away and drove down the dirt driveway without looking back.
A quick stop at their motel room to clean up and change their shirts and they were back in the car, pulling into a parking lot. Dawn was raising her eyebrows as they got out of the car and she looked at Faith. Faith grinned, knowing exactly what she was thinking.
“Faith, this is a bar,” Dawn said.
“Yep, that it is,” Faith agreed.
“Hello, I’m not old enough. I’m only 18, remember?” she said and Faith just laughed.
“Trust me, girlfriend. No way the bartender is kicking you out.”
Dawn sighed and Faith linked their arms together, pulling her along, across the parking lot and through the door.
The inside of the bar was dark except for the flashing strobes and colored lights around the dance floor. It was a big crowd for a place so small, mostly young people. No doubt this was the only entertainment to be had in a town like this. Faith glanced at the bar, saw the bartender, a middle-aged guy with a receding hairline. He was watching them walk in and when they came into sight, he grinned and nodded. Faith smirked back and led Dawn to the dance floor.
~*~
Sitting backward on his stool, leaning on the bar, Dean took a long swallow of his beer and glanced at the dance floor, his gaze lingering appreciatively on two dark haired girls who were dancing together. They were moving to the fast heavy beat, throwing their entire bodies into it and what bodies they were.
“Sammy,” he said, nudging his brother with his elbow. Sam turned and raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah?”
“Feel like dancing?”
“Dean, are you drunk already?” Sam asked, sighing with exasperation. He spun around fully when Dean gestured to the dance floor, his eyes immediately landing on the two dark haired beauties.
“Wow,” he said, after a minute. One thing about Dean, he had excellent taste in women.
“There’s two of them,” Dean said, glancing at his brother again, eyebrows raised. It was rare that Sam showed an interest in a woman, so when he did, Dean always felt it was his duty as a brother to encourage it. Sam didn’t have nearly as much fun as a guy his age should.
“Not tonight, Dean, we’re here on a job, remember?” Sam said, glancing at the girls again with something like regret before he turned back to his beer.
“We’re supposed to be finding out about the nest, yeah, I got it, but Sam, its nighttime. We aren’t going after them until dawn at least. There’s no sense in wasting hours and hours between now and then when there’s something like that-“ he gestured to the dance floor- “to keep a man occupied. It’s almost criminal.”
“Whatever, Dean, I’m not dancing. Go, knock yourself out,” Sam said and Dean gave an exaggerated sigh before hopping off his stool and making his way across the bar.
As he neared the floor, one girl, slightly shorter than the other and dressed in leather pants, turned her head and he was able to see her face clearly. Dean paused, recognition stealing through him. There was no way, not after all this time… but there she was, in living color. He took a breath and kept walking, ending up behind her. He reached out to grab her arm and she pulled it away with out looking.
“Not interested, get lost!” she shouted over the music, continuing to dance. The other girl, though, stopped dancing, her mouth opening in surprise and he had the thought that she looked really familiar, like he should know her too. Faith stopped dancing, apparently seeing the look on her friend’s face and turned to see who was behind her. Dean grinned.
“Miss me, sweetheart?”
~*~