AUTHOR: Reptile
Tongue (formerly known as Britt. I am going to make Reptile Tongue my
penname)
TITLE: Can A Nightmare Turn into a Dream?
RATING:
R
SPOILERS: Supernatural Season 1 but more specifically
major spoilers for the episode (Nightmares Season 1; Episode
14)
SUMMARY: What if that boy, Max, had a younger sister
named Buffy? The story starts off after their father dies. What is
Buffy's reaction when she sees two really good looking priests at
her door?
WARNINGS: Violence, strong language
DISCLAIMER:
Nothing is mine damnit! The story is based on the episode "Nightmare"
from Supernatural season 1. Dean, Sam, Max, Max's step-mom, Max's
dad, Max's uncle all belong to Eric Kripke. And Buffy belongs to
Joss Whedon.
Challenge: Take an episode from Supernatural and change it so as to fit Buffy into the picture. Stick as close as you can to the episode. And make it Buffy/Dean!
Chapter 1
Buffy tossed and turned throughout the night. She didn't know why the bed just seemed so uncomfortable all of a sudden. She was almost restless. Like her skin was just too tight for her body. Maybe if she went out for a run, she would be able to exhaust herself or something. That's what she tended to always do. Whenever she didn't know what to do with herself, she ran. Or whenever something got too hard at home, she would run until her lungs gave out.
After she stepped out of her bed, she stretched her strong little body and walked over to her dresser to put on her small running shorts. She kept on her night tank top but threw over a navy hoodie written MICHIGAN in large white capitol letters over the front.
Opening her bedroom door as quietly as she could, she headed downstairs on practically tippy toes. Checking that no one was bothered out of sleep, she headed into the kitchen for a quick glass of water but she then heard the car running. Maybe dad came back from work late? Checking her cellphone, she noticed it was really, really late.
Oh god… what if he has been drinking again… except he usually doesn't drink on the way from work…
Wanting to put him to bed if he has been drinking, she headed out to the garage and the strong smell of gas drowned her senses. Noticing that the garage door was closed, she started to panic. Looking quickly over the car, she didn't see anyone inside.
"Dad…?"
The echo of her voice only made her more anxious.
"Dad!? Dad are you okay!??"
The absent response had her running around to the car for maybe he fell and passed out. Now, she felt she knew for sure he had been drinking. Seeing no open door and no awkwardly body spilling out of the side door, she checked inside the car again. Maybe he passed out inside?
Seeing that her dad was actually inside, relief set in. As well as the strong feeling of dread. He was the meanest when he was drunk but if he passed out, he won't wake up in the morning until after Max headed for class so he'd be safe. But now Buffy started to wonder what had happened while her dad drove drunk.
Wait a minute…. If he was drunk, how did he manage to park in the garage without breaking anything and manage to remember to close the door.
Looking closer inside and standing at a different angle, she found herself staring at the worst possible picture. The eyes of her father staring up at her with no movement, no blinking, and no life.
She didn't even know she was screaming until her brother, Max came bounding down the stairs and held onto her asking what was wrong. She sobbed into his t-shirt and heard her mother try to supposedly wake her father up back into life but with no avail.
Buffy may have hated her father a lot of the time, but she never ever would forget the site of the man that gave her flesh and blood looking so cold. Buffy, with tear still pouring down her cheeks, stood up and Max let go. Buffy turned to look at him and saw that his eyes have not shed a tear. But they held a lot of pain.
He's probably conflicted. He hates Dad but he wouldn't have wanted him to die… Buffy thought.
"We need to call someone. To come and… umm… take care of…" and she couldn't continue. Max put his hand on her shoulder letting her know he will take charge of calling the people needed.
Nodding in gratitude towards her brother, she headed over to her mother and slowly removed her mother from her now dead father.
"Mom... mom... mommy?"
"Oh Buffy!" and her mother embraced Buffy with a strong hold afraid that if she let her go, she might die too.
Buffy couldn't contain herself any longer. Both fell to the floor sobbing and clutching each other with dear life.
