Hell Mouths and Whiskey
Author – Benaboo
Rating – This one is definitely NC-17
Genre – Horror, Sex, Language and Adult Situations
Characters – Sam, Dean, Buffy, Willow, Dawn and a lot of the characters from Buffy. I'm mostly going for a Sam/Dawn romance with this one. Shout out to Manda for giving me the idea. There might be other relationships I tackle as well, I just haven't figured it all out yet =)
Warnings – violence, some gore, language, and explicit sex
Setting – This takes place at the beginning of January 2010, after the boys go to Wisconsin in Gypsy's, Tramps, and Thieves. Takes place during season 5 of Supernatural, 6 years after Buffy ended, and 5 after Angel ended.
Title – I have no clue, just sounded good and I had no title =)
Notes – This next chapter is from Dawn, Dean, and Sam's POV. I do intend to get to the rest of the Scooby gang POV in as well. I did hand write a few chapters out, and its weird because I'm editing as I go… so all I ask is to be patient with me, because I really want to make this story as good as I can. Also I apologize for the long paragraphs in this chapter. I had to make it seem like you knew what these people were thinking of each other. We know the SPN and Buffy people, but they don't know each other, so I have to describe it, and everything that's happened with Buffy after the big season 7 fight. No way around it so, yeah, sorry. Anyway, enjoy, and as always tell me what you think!
Chapter Two
Dawn POV
There is a coffee shop a few blocks from the main campus of the university I attend, and I have the best table all to myself, where I can spread out my books and study while I caffeinated. This is where I sat today, my psychology book opened in front of me, and I was reading the latest chapters on Freud that had been assigned to me that very morning. My latte was almost finished though, and it had cooled off considerably over the past hour that I had been sitting there. However, I didn't mind, it beat studying at home which could get crazy and too loud for me to think about anything I was working on.
Home. It was really strange being in one place again for so long. Buffy and I hadn't a place to call home since we lived in Sunnydale. Not that I wanted to remember, but at times it could not be helped. The events leading up to and after the destruction on the Hellmouth 6 years prior was still fresh in my mind, and when I thought about it, so much so that it still almost felt like it just happened yesterday. The First and their uber vamps and all the potential slayers that died fighting them made me cry sometimes, wishing it had not been so bad, but we knew going in it wouldn't be easy. Buffy and Faith both made it to the bus and all of the survivors although some of them had been injured pretty seriously, like Rona and Robin.
Anya was dead, giving up her life to protect Andrew. I cried for Xander, he hasn't been quite the same since then, and it breaks my heart to see him so sad. He still cracked jokes, but losing Anya really changed him. He no longer seemed as interested in relationships, even though he had tried going on a few dates on occasion, but nothing ever came of them. I think he had come to some realization with himself that made a part of him shut down and give up on being happy. Anya had made him happy, and he never forgot that.
My thoughts were interrupted just then by the sound of a car outside, pulling up to the curb right in front of the window to the coffee house. It was an older model car much like Angel's, and I took a long look at it as it came to a stop, although the only thing I could tell for sure was that it was black. It idled for a few minutes and then turned off, the doors opening to reveal its passengers. It was weird the moment I saw them, I felt drawn to them although I had no idea why.
When they were standing on the curb I got a better look at the two guys that had emerged. They were both tall, 6' and better, one with short, spiky hair, the other with longer brown hair. The shorter of the two had hazel eyes, and he was wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt, and what looked to be an older leather jacket in really good condition. I had watched him walk around from the driver's side of the car and punch the other guy lightly on the shoulder. He had a nice smile and seemed to be in a very good mood.
It was the other guy though, that really had my attention; I didn't know why, but there was just something about him to me that was magnetic. He stood almost a head taller than the driver, had hazel eyes too I think (I couldn't see clearly) and he was also wearing jeans and t-shirt, although he was wearing a regular tan jacket. He was gorgeous. He didn't really react to the shorter dude punching him, just shook his head started walking towards the door to the coffee shop.
'Oh my God! They're coming in here, he's coming in here! Look away Dawn, its impolite to stare, besides, he's way out of your league!' But as usual I didn't listen to myself; I just continued to stare as they walked through the door and up to the counter to order their coffee. As I kept on watching them, the taller one in particular, random questions started to pop in my head. Who were they and where are they from? Do they go to school here? They could be grad students. Were they a gay couple? They didn't seem gay. 'Oh my God, if that's the case, the world is SO NOT FAIR!'
As it would happen, that cruel twist of fate stabbing into me, that was all I had time to think. You see people who stare tend to get caught doing so, and I was no exception. "Shorty" (my nickname for him, I know, not really original, but I was thinking on the fly) started looking around the café, not seeming to care about his surroundings, just checking it out. He stopped suddenly when he spotted me because of course my dorkus self couldn't stop gawking at the big dude. I just couldn't seem to will my head to turn down and look at my book, or out the window, or anywhere else for that matter. He nudged the taller guy, and he turned around and met my eyes. They were the sexiest eyes I had ever seen.
'Oh my God, I'm staring! Oh my God, they noticed me! Oh my God!' I finally snapped myself out of it and looked down at my book, trying to pretend to read at least, while I kept them in my peripheral vision. I had no idea what else to do. Leaving the café was a bad idea, I'd have to walk past them and that would be embarrassing. I could go on reading and hope that they go about their own business and forget I even exist. I could run and hide in the bathroom…
My thoughts were interrupted though as I saw them move towards me, my heart beating so fast I thought it would burst out of my chest. 'Oh my God, they can't be coming over here! Oh, my God, Oh my God!'
Before I had time to refocus my thoughts and pretend I didn't exist, a soft, pleasant voice came from right across from me. "Hi. Do you mind if we join you?" I had no idea what possessed me, but I looked up to see those eyes looking right at me, a smile on his face with dimples so adorable.
I don't know why I did what I did next. I must have alarmed him because I stood up really fast and the smile faded, the look of pleasantness gone, a concerned frown taking its place. I could not believe he spoke to me. I felt dizzy… too much coffee, stood up too fast… "I, I…"
That's all I remembered before the darkness took me. Well, that and someone's strong arms seeming to encircle me as everything went black.
Dean POV
I couldn't believe it. Well, maybe I could, but I never in my life saw a girl faint just because one of us said hi before. She was definitely into Sam; I saw her checking him out while we stood at the counter getting our coffee. She was cute; brown hair with very light blonde highlights, blue eyes, and holding her now she had a firm little body. She wasn't my type; too shy, stammering and fainting girls were definitely right up my brother's alley.
At least I caught her before her head hit the ground, cause the last thing this girl needed was a concussion added to her list of woes. I couldn't keep the smile off my face though, this was amusing and after the night we had, I needed something to break up the worry inside me. Sam ran up to the counter to get a damp cloth, which the red haired lady behind quickly supplied. He was now kneeling down in front of the girl in my arms, putting the cloth to her forehead and cheeks. He was trying to speak to her in a firm, yet gentle voice, trying not to scare her as he did his best to rouse her.
"Dawn. Dawn? Can you hear me?"
I gave my brother a puzzled look. "Dawn? That's her name?"
"Yeah. Apparently she's a regular, always orders herself a latte and has her head in a book." Sam pointed to the red haired lady behind the counter, who kept glancing our way with concern. "That's Amelia. She wanted to call an ambulance, but I talked her out of it since Dawn doesn't seem to be hurt." Just then the girl named Dawn stirred in my arms, a low groan escaping her lips. Sam continued to wipe her forehead with the cloth and I spoke to her this time.
"Dawn? Sweetheart? You coming around?" Her eyes started fluttering, and then she slowly opened them, taking in her surroundings in a very careful way. The way Sam and I do, actually, after some supernatural ass – munch knocks us out. Her body stirred, and one of her hands came up to touch the cloth that Sam had on her, also touching part of his hand.
"What happened?" She asked this in a small voice, barely above a whisper.
"You fainted and my brother caught you before you hit your head on the floor. Amelia seems pretty concerned about you." Sam replied softly, using those puppy eyes of his to get his point across to her. Yeah the puppy eyes, they never failed Sam.
I looked up and sure enough, Amelia was still checking on Dawn and what the situation was, very worried. She caught my eyes and I gave her my best smile and a nod, and she sighed with relief, nodding back at me before returning to her work.
Dawn groaned again, but this time it seemed like this time it was out of irritation, or embarrassment even. "Did she call my sister?" I purred inside, my love of the ladies soaring. She had a sister and I wondered briefly if she was my type. I didn't voice that though, as Sam would get real angry at me.
He responded. "I don't know. I could check and see if you would like me to?"
The girl, Dawn, closed her eyes all the way again and brought her hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose. She inhaled deeply, and then let out a long breath before she spoke again. "No. If she did she did, but if she didn't then I don't want the idea put in her head. I don't want to deal with my sister right now, best not to bring it up."
Of course I can't keep my mouth shut. That's just who I am, and I had to say something now. "Oh come on, it can't be that bad!"
Dawn opened her eyes again, and they widened a bit in alarm. Maybe it was because she was lying on her backside in my arms, or maybe because Sam was sitting in front of her smiling with the charm us Winchester boys were born with. That smile works so well for us, and I sent a silent thank you to my parents for giving us that. Anyway, my bet was on the latter. Her mouth hung open for a few moments and she seemed caught off her guard. Touché! That's all it lasted though, as she took another deep breath and started to sit up very slow. I firmly and gently held her back, but when she was sitting up I didn't let go just in case.
Dawn looked away from Sam towards the window before she spoke, answering my previous statement. "Believe me when I say I know that, but she can get a little over protective when it comes to my safety. It just gets a little old some days. I am capable of taking care of myself." I was going to say something about her fainting spell but I just smirked and kept my mouth shut.
Sam continued to smile at her, a glint in his eyes. "I'm guessing she's older than you then, the big protective sister?"
Dawn turned her head back to Sam and smiled back. "By four years. How did you know that?"
Sam laughed and glanced at me. "Believe me, I know how that goes."
I just rolled my eyes at him and interrupted. "What's that supposed to mean?" My brother rolled his eyes back at me, and then turned his attention back to Dawn, who was a bit confused.
"Anyway, are you feeling better? Anymore dizziness?" He put the cloth aside and looked at her with concern.
Dawn gave a weak smile. "I feel better, although I'm not sure how it will be for me when I finally stand up. So I guess Amelia told you my name huh?"
It was time for introductions.
Sam POV
Dawn had the prettiest blue eyes I'd ever seen, and I loved looking into them. She was a little on the shy side, long brown hair with blonde highlights, and as far as I could judge she stood about 5'8". I would have a better guess when she stood up without fainting on us. Her hair glistened as the late afternoon sun filtered in from the window, making her eyes bluer still, and I never wanted to look away from them.
I was surprised that she had been reading a college level psychology book, which I took notice of when I had first approached her. She looked so young, jail bait even, which had me nervous, but I was relieved that was not the case. I never had a girl faint on me just because I said Hi before, and I'm pretty sure Dean hadn't either. But damn, she was really beautiful. She looked to be feeling better and had now asked for our names very politely. It was only fair she knew ours, and I wasn't going to lie to her, something in me couldn't.
"I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my brother Dean." I nodded to my brother and she turned around to give him a quick smile.
"Sam and Dean got it. Dawn Summers. Thank you for catching me Dean, I couldn't imagine a hospital visit, I would have had to call Buffy for sure."
Dean arched his eyebrow. "Buffy?"
Dawn nodded. "My sister, Buffy."
I could tell Dean was thinking something very perverted by the amused look on his face, so I spoke up before he could say something snarky. "Hey, Dawn, can I ask you something?" She looked at me and cocked her head slightly to the side, which I found really adorable, and as if it was ok for me to continue, so I did.
"I'm really not trying to embarrass you, but were you staring at us for a reason when we came in?" I was sure we had looked tired and haggard; we hadn't had much sleep in days because of the skin walker. We must have been quite the sight. But it was no matter now; my question caught her off guard and made her embarrassed. A lovely shade of light pink colored her cheekbones and her eyes shifted to the floor. Pretty, shy, a sweet voice, and she had an effect on me for sure, my lower head was telling me this unashamed. I adjusted myself so she couldn't see, but Dean noticed, he was smirking again, trying hard not to laugh at me. I ignored him.
"Well, I'm a regular here and I know most of the other regulars." She smiled shyly at me. "Most of us are college students at UNK here in Lawrence, and this café isn't always crowded, a nice best kept secret between those of us that know about it. So when I saw you guys, whom I never had before, I was curious." She got over the shyness a bit and smiled a little more earnestly at me. "I figured you two for grad students that was my best guess."
Dean laughed. "Grad students, huh?"
She smiled wider at him, and it just made me happy to see her so, although I was really having a problem with the erection I couldn't seem to contain. "Sorry if I made assumptions. I like to observe people and sometimes I get a little carried away. I'm a psychology major." She laughed a little bit timidly. "Maybe I should switch majors. I can't observe anyone or listen to them if I'm fainting when someone talks to me. What happens if I do that in front of a patient?" She was giggling now, and I couldn't help but smile, I really liked her attitude.
I just had to know more about this beautiful young woman in front of me, I was completely intrigued. "Psychology can be interesting and fun, depending on the professor."
That perked her up, me right along with her. "Sounds like you took a course then? She asked.
"A few actually, I found it rather fascinating." She smiled brighter than she had before, the common interest between us growing.
"So I was right, you are in college?"
"I was in college; I did three years at Stanford, going pre law." I answered honestly.
I could tell I took her off guard with my response. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped a little. "Stanford? Law school? Really? That's very impressive." She got a pensive look on her face. "Wait, you said three years, you never finished? Can I ask why?"
"I decided it would be best to take some time off and go on a road trip with my brother here." I couldn't tell her the real reason, that a demon killed my girlfriend and I wanted revenge. She'd probably run away screaming. Dean backed me up though.
"He needed a break from school; he studied so hard his brain about fried like eggs on a hot stove. It's not so good to be an egg brain." Dean smiled at the irritated look I gave him, but that was Dean, he'd never change.
Dawn spoke up oblivious to my brother's bad joke. "I can understand that. My head feels like its on information overload sometimes, especially with the amount of coursework I get. I'm surprised at how much of it my brain actually retains." She sighed. "I think I'm ready to try standing up." I finally had an excuse to touch her again, but I really hoped she didn't look down when we stood up, I would be the one embarrassed, and Dean would never let me live it down.
Dean kept his hand on her back and I reached out to take her hand, which she held onto firmly. Her hands were so soft, and I was grateful again that she wasn't jail bait. I didn't normally date girls as young as her, and I had no idea why I would find her so compelling. The three of us got up slowly, taking our time until she was finally standing upright. It was going pretty well until Dawn stumbled a bit forward, and right into me. I still had her hand and I reached out with my free one to catch her shoulder before she fell again. It didn't keep her from crashing into me, however, we didn't fall, and she didn't knock the stuffing out of me, but the impact of it made me grunt.
Dean laughed again. "She made you grunt Sam, she must be made of firmer stuff than you can handle. Be careful Dawn, Sammy is a bit fragile at times." I shot him another irritated look before turning back to Dawn to see if she was ok.
I was right, she was about 5'8", maybe 5'9", and her head had landed on my chest, and her upper body close to my abdomen. I was fortunate that no part of her body had connected with any part of my body lower than that, and I breathed a sigh of relief that awkwardness had been spared. I was a little disappointed though, because part of me wanted that, wanted her, and I hadn't know her more than 15 minutes.
I had unconsciously let go of her hand and currently held her in my arms, which felt beyond good. I didn't want to let her go. I could smell the fragrance of her hair, like wildflowers in a meadow, and her body just felt right tucked into mine. But Dean cleared his throat before I could get lost in my thoughts about her any further, and I snapped out of it.
I very gently pulled Dawn away from me so we ere mere inches apart. She was looking down and it wasn't long before that blush in her cheeks returned. I wanted desperately to believe she had been checking us out earlier, me in particular, because she thought I was attractive. It wasn't an egotistical thought, just a curiosity. Dean, on the other hand, would definitely think that way; we were like night and day when it came to women that way. I was weary about getting involved with anyone, but I couldn't help it. I wanted her to like me, to feel the way I did about her at this moment. We would eventually leave though, and it wasn't fair to her to get something going when it would just be over in a few days, no matte how badly I wanted it, wanted her. So I couldn't afford to get my hopes up.
Dawn still had her head down, and I figured she must be extremely embarrassed now, falling into me the way that she did. But then, realization dawned on me, and I almost died of embarrassment myself, when I remembered my erection and how close we were and that she had just seen it. I didn't want to look up at Dean but I did, and he was trying his best not to burst out laughing.
I swallowed nervously and spoke to her. "You ok Dawn?" I just ignored the snorts and giggles Dean was letting go with. She lifted her head, eyes meeting mine with a look of shock on her face, the light pink blush a bright red now. 'Yeah, she saw it.'
"I… yeah… I…" She closed her eyes for a few seconds and took another deep breath before she opened them and nodded. "I'm good." It got quiet in an awkward way. Dean was grinning like the Cheshire cat, and a part of me cringed when I knew we were alone he'd never stop teasing me about this.
"Good." It was all I could say. I was still holding her arms, and I didn't want to let go of her but I did it anyway, very slow. Her eyes were still on mine, and as I let go I could swear I saw them swimming with disappointment, but I wasn't sure.
Dawn laughed nervously. "Well, I'm standing." That made me smile. She could laugh at herself and it was endearing and sexy.
Dean laughed with her. "You'll be walking in no time. It's like riding a bike, I assure you, you never forget."
She laughed again still looking at me. "Here goes nothing." She turned to the table and took a few steps. She turned around with a big grin. "Ta Da!" I laughed, while my brother broke into applause, clapping his hands furiously, causing some heads in the café to turn on us and wonder what was happening.
"Bravo! Bravo!" Dean said loudly.
She curtsied toward him. Was there anything she did that wasn't adorable? "Thank you! Thank you! I'm glad I entertain!" She looked out the window and a frown came to her face. "The sun is starting to go down; I need to get home before Buffy worries."
I was sad she had to go, but if she had to, I wanted to know where she lived. "Could we give you a ride? I promise, we're not serial killers or disturbed in any messed up way."
She cocked her head in that curious way again and gave a short nod. "Sure. I don't usually ride with strangers, but you guys seem nice enough, so just let me grab my things." She turned back to the table grabbed a book bag and stuffed it with the book she had been reading. She slung it over her shoulder and made sure she had everything, and then turned back to us. "All set!"
"Let's motivate then." Dean said, leading the way toward the door, Dawn right behind him, giving a quick wave to Amelia, who just smiled and waved back. I was right behind her, and I wouldn't be a man if I didn't at least check out the view, and a great one it was. When we finally made it to the car, Dawn headed straight for the back door, but I had to be a gentleman.
"You want to sit up front Dawn?"
She smiled and shook her head. "No, I'll be fine in back. Besides, you're so tall I wouldn't want you cramping up on my account." What a doll.
I laughed. "I've sat in the back before; it's really not a problem." Dean was in the driver's seat already, and unlocking the doors.
She shook her head again. "Really, sit up front. I insist." She opened the door and climbed in back, and I slid into the front, our discussion over.
Dean looked back at Dawn over his seat and grinned. "Where to my lady?" I rolled my eyes, but she giggled so I let it go. She started giving directions and we were on our way.
It was Lawrence, Kansas, we knew our way around the town pretty well, and so following her directions wasn't that hard. The way she took us was familiar though, and as we got closer to our destination a realization hit me, and I looked over at Dean and he was glancing at me as well. When she finally pointed out her house and we came to a stop, I just stared, dumbstruck.
Dean had the courage to speak. "This is your house?" he asked quietly.
"Yep!" was her response.
The house had new additions built on to it, new paint and a few other home improvements for sure, but it hadn't changed and there was no denying it.
It was our childhood home.
