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Faith - Good Samaritans
Fandom: Supernatural/Buffyverse
Title: Good Samaritans
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Rating: PG-13
Characters: Faith Lehane, Castiel, Gabriel, random hunters.
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tamingthemuse Prompt: Demons
xoverland Challenge: Big Bang
Content Warning: Spoilers through 605: Live Free or Twi-hard, but more for mytharc purposes than actual events of the episode.
Summary: Faith met Castiel in a hunter bar. She wasn’t having the greatest day.
Author’s Note: So apparently it’s becoming a series. I tweaked the end of Season 5 a bit because … I think it’s better this way. Well, not totally but some things.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Kripke and Whedon. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Faith met Castiel in a hunter bar. She wasn’t having the greatest day.
Faith usually hunted alone. She claimed that she liked it better that way—less trust made things easy—but when it came to times like this? It really sucked. Hunting vamps was a messy, dangerous kind of business, and when you’re sliced nearly to pieces and they’re outnumbering you, it’s usually a good time to cut your losses and run. Faith knew how to hunt smart, but she also knew that if she ran these vamps were gonna follow her, straight to the civilians she knew were out there. They were in the middle of a fucking town, and while Faith may not have been the straightest arrow to ever fly, she knew that she had a responsibility. She couldn’t let these creeps hurt people. So she cut her way through, and ran in the complete opposite direction, towards the nearest hunter bar. It wasn’t the greatest move, but at least these guys could handle themselves.
When the Apocalypse was a non-starter and the angels and demons went underground, vamps were the one’s crawling to the surface. They reorganized, regrouped, and recruited. Before the hunting community even knew what was happening, vamps had taken over and they weren’t scared of hunters anymore. Hunters needed a new kind of weapon, and some hunters were willing to take bigger risks than others. A little bit of genetic tweaking, some demon blood, and a mad witch scientist and suddenly there was a whole new breed of hunter hitting the streets and kicking some ass. The vamps were cut back, the good guys started winning again, and things started to take a turn for the better. Only problem was, hunters weren’t all that keen on these half-breeds honing in on their territory. Maybe it was the demon blood, maybe it was because they didn’t take orders well, maybe it was because they were chicks and kicked more ass than they ever would, but hunters would sooner shoot a Slayer than fight alongside them. Over the years, that violence mellowed itself out to a severe distrust, but they still weren’t inclined to help the Slayers any, and as far as the rest of the Slaying community was concerned, that was fine by them. They banded together, formed their own little Slaying groups where they had slumber parties, painted their toenails, and giggled over boys even though they knew they were never gonna find the time to have. Faith had wanted to puke half the time when she was around them, but at least they got the whole Slaying thing.
Only problem was that Faith? She’d managed to alienate herself from both camps. A series of screwed up choices on her part had ended in Buffy, Queen of the Slayers, kicking her out on her ass without so much as a second chance, and Faith was forced to claw her way up from the bottom on her own. It sure as hell wasn’t easy, and most of the time she didn’t even think that she should bother, but she did it. And now, after all of that bullshit, she was going to die alone in the middle of a vamp nest?
Oh, hell fucking no.
She ran. She ran like hell and by the time she was banging down the door of the roadhouse, she had lost way more blood than she should and could barely keep herself on her feet, but she was alive. She leaned in the doorway, trying to catch her breath as she looked at all of them with something akin to pleading. “Vamps. They’re following me from the nest.”
“Shit, Faith.” She recognized the one who knew her name—some asshole she ran into at a mass exorcism in Denver not too long ago—but his name was coming up empty at the moment, and she couldn’t really say she cared. “You like road kill.”
The rest of them just … sat there. Sat there.
“Uh, hello? Violent killing machines coming to rip everyone to pieces? Any alarm bells going off up there, or did I not make myself clear enough?”
Asshole shrugged. “Maybe if we just give you back, they’ll take it and leave us alone.” He started to push up onto his feet, making his way towards her with a calculating look on her face. “Yeah, I think that’s a pretty good idea. How ‘bout you boys? Wanna feed the vampire slayer to the vampires?”
Faith’s eyes went cold, and her heart dropped to her stomach. Bastards. Every last fucking one of them. She was going to die, and these smug sons of bitches were just going to watch. She wasn’t about to give them that, however, and just straightened as much as she could so that she was looking Asshole in the eye. “That’s how it’s gonna be?”
“That’s absolutely how it’s gonna be.”
“You’re all morons if you think that plan is going to work.”
Both Faith and Asshole turned to the back of the room, where there were two men sitting at a booth together. The one who had spoken was a goofy looking guy she’d never seen before, who looked more annoyed than anything else, and an intense looking man in a trench coat, with bright blue eyes that focused on her with acute interest. To be honest, the way the guy was looking at her was giving her the creeps a little, but she met his gaze for all of a second before glancing away.
“If those vamps turn her instead of killing her? Oh, you better pray that she doesn’t decide to come gunning for revenge.” He pushed himself up to his feet, and the man with him followed. “I will go take care of the vamps. And then I’ll be back to lecture you nice boys on the parable of the Good Samaritan.”
Goofy Guy disappeared out the door, but that didn’t stop Asshole from reaching forward to grab Faith by the arm and shove her forward into the middle of the room. “Well, just because that idiot decided to go take on the nest himself, doesn’t mean we’re done with you yet.”
“Seriously?” she said as some of the other hunters in the bar started to get up and reach for their guns. “I got a hole in my gut the size of my fist, and instead of doing me a solid, you’re gonna gang up on me?”
“I don’t think the world’ll miss you,” Asshole said with a shrug as he raised his weapon. “I mean, what’s one less Slayer? You’re just abominations anyway.”
Faith was about to go for her knife to try and defend herself when she felt a hand coming up behind her to support her. When she looked back over her shoulder, it was the guy in the trench coat. Her first instinct was to yank back, tell him not to touch her, but he spoke before she could. “I highly doubt that that would be a wise choice.”
Asshole tipped his head to the side, and glared back at him. “And who are you again?”
“My name is Castiel.”
“Castiel. Well, tell you what, Castiel, you clearly don’t know what kind of bar you walked into.”
Faith was fading fast, the blood loss and lack of adrenaline starting to catch up with her, and she started to slump a bit in ‘Castiel’s’ arms. He shifted her gently, scooping her up so that he was holding her in his arms. “I know exactly what kind of bar I walked into. You won’t lay a hand on her.”
The safety clicked back on the gun. “Your funeral, buddy.” His finger slipped to the trigger, and he pulled … ejecting something that had to be the blood loss talking, because she could have sworn a bouquet of flowers just popped out of his gun.
“Actually, I think that just made it yours.” It was Goofy Guy’s voice in her ear again, but she couldn’t see him. Everything was getting hazy, and not long after everything went black.
***
When Faith woke up, she was lying in a hospital bed, all stitched up and very much alive. She isn’t sure how she got to the hospital, but she really didn’t plan on staying. She gave a quick tug to the wires and tubes attached to her body, before kicking her legs quickly over the bed. It was a little too fast for the hole in her gut, however, and she winced as she felt the stitches pull. “Damnit,” she hissed, which managed to wake the man in the trenchcoat sleeping by her bedside.
His head tipped to look at her, before rubbing his eyes gently. “Oh, good. You’re awake.”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “Where are my clothes?”
“The hospital took them,” he replied evenly. “They sustained quite a bit of damage when the doctors were trying to save you.” His head tipped to the side, confused. “Why do you need them?”
“Cuz I’m gettin’ the hell out of here, that’s why.” She started to glance around the room, trying to see if there was something she could wear. Trench Coat continued to look confused, and she shook her head. “Look, nothing personal—I mean, I’m real grateful you and your buddy—”
“My brother,” he corrected. “That was my brother.”
“Right. Whatever. That you guys helped me out back there, but I don’t do doctors, and I don’t do hospitals. I’ll heal up just fine on my own.”
“I understand. But I still think that you should rest.”
“Do you even know what a Slayer is?” She knew he had to know that she was one. That dick was blasting it all over the fucking bar. “We manage just fine. I’ve had worse holes in my gut. And if those idiots find out where I am, they’ll be all over this place in two seconds flat.”
“I don’t think you have to worry about those hunters anymore. If I know my brother, he has more than taken care of them.” There was something that could have been a smirk crossing his face. “He has a thing for knocking the prideful off their pedestals.”
Faith frowned. “Why?”
“I believe he enjoys it. I learned long ago not to ask.”
“No, I mean—why’d you guys help me out? Because if it was just to get your damsel in distress, then you’re good, really. Damsel doesn’t exactly apply anymore.”
“That’s not why I’m here.”
“Then why are you here? Cuz I’m not sure what else you’re lookin’ for.”
“I … ” he fell silent for a moment, before letting his head drop. “We all have our own demons to atone for, I suppose.” He paused for a moment. “I should leave.”
He pushed himself to his feet, starting to make his way towards the door. Faith watched him go for a moment, before closing her eyes and letting out a breath. “Hey, guy—”
He turned, arms falling to her sides. “Castiel. My name is Castiel.”
“Right. Castiel.” She let out a slow breath. “Thanks. For helping me out.”
“You’re welcome,” he said with a nod. “It was nice meeting you, Faith.”
She didn’t bother questioning how he knew her name, because that was another thing that Asshole was blaring all over the place. Instead, she just nodded. “Yeah. You too.”
Title: Good Samaritans
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Faith Lehane, Castiel, Gabriel, random hunters.
tamingthemuse Prompt: Demonsxoverland Challenge: Big BangContent Warning: Spoilers through 605: Live Free or Twi-hard, but more for mytharc purposes than actual events of the episode.
Summary: Faith met Castiel in a hunter bar. She wasn’t having the greatest day.
Author’s Note: So apparently it’s becoming a series. I tweaked the end of Season 5 a bit because … I think it’s better this way. Well, not totally but some things.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Kripke and Whedon. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Faith met Castiel in a hunter bar. She wasn’t having the greatest day.
Faith usually hunted alone. She claimed that she liked it better that way—less trust made things easy—but when it came to times like this? It really sucked. Hunting vamps was a messy, dangerous kind of business, and when you’re sliced nearly to pieces and they’re outnumbering you, it’s usually a good time to cut your losses and run. Faith knew how to hunt smart, but she also knew that if she ran these vamps were gonna follow her, straight to the civilians she knew were out there. They were in the middle of a fucking town, and while Faith may not have been the straightest arrow to ever fly, she knew that she had a responsibility. She couldn’t let these creeps hurt people. So she cut her way through, and ran in the complete opposite direction, towards the nearest hunter bar. It wasn’t the greatest move, but at least these guys could handle themselves.
When the Apocalypse was a non-starter and the angels and demons went underground, vamps were the one’s crawling to the surface. They reorganized, regrouped, and recruited. Before the hunting community even knew what was happening, vamps had taken over and they weren’t scared of hunters anymore. Hunters needed a new kind of weapon, and some hunters were willing to take bigger risks than others. A little bit of genetic tweaking, some demon blood, and a mad witch scientist and suddenly there was a whole new breed of hunter hitting the streets and kicking some ass. The vamps were cut back, the good guys started winning again, and things started to take a turn for the better. Only problem was, hunters weren’t all that keen on these half-breeds honing in on their territory. Maybe it was the demon blood, maybe it was because they didn’t take orders well, maybe it was because they were chicks and kicked more ass than they ever would, but hunters would sooner shoot a Slayer than fight alongside them. Over the years, that violence mellowed itself out to a severe distrust, but they still weren’t inclined to help the Slayers any, and as far as the rest of the Slaying community was concerned, that was fine by them. They banded together, formed their own little Slaying groups where they had slumber parties, painted their toenails, and giggled over boys even though they knew they were never gonna find the time to have. Faith had wanted to puke half the time when she was around them, but at least they got the whole Slaying thing.
Only problem was that Faith? She’d managed to alienate herself from both camps. A series of screwed up choices on her part had ended in Buffy, Queen of the Slayers, kicking her out on her ass without so much as a second chance, and Faith was forced to claw her way up from the bottom on her own. It sure as hell wasn’t easy, and most of the time she didn’t even think that she should bother, but she did it. And now, after all of that bullshit, she was going to die alone in the middle of a vamp nest?
Oh, hell fucking no.
She ran. She ran like hell and by the time she was banging down the door of the roadhouse, she had lost way more blood than she should and could barely keep herself on her feet, but she was alive. She leaned in the doorway, trying to catch her breath as she looked at all of them with something akin to pleading. “Vamps. They’re following me from the nest.”
“Shit, Faith.” She recognized the one who knew her name—some asshole she ran into at a mass exorcism in Denver not too long ago—but his name was coming up empty at the moment, and she couldn’t really say she cared. “You like road kill.”
The rest of them just … sat there. Sat there.
“Uh, hello? Violent killing machines coming to rip everyone to pieces? Any alarm bells going off up there, or did I not make myself clear enough?”
Asshole shrugged. “Maybe if we just give you back, they’ll take it and leave us alone.” He started to push up onto his feet, making his way towards her with a calculating look on her face. “Yeah, I think that’s a pretty good idea. How ‘bout you boys? Wanna feed the vampire slayer to the vampires?”
Faith’s eyes went cold, and her heart dropped to her stomach. Bastards. Every last fucking one of them. She was going to die, and these smug sons of bitches were just going to watch. She wasn’t about to give them that, however, and just straightened as much as she could so that she was looking Asshole in the eye. “That’s how it’s gonna be?”
“That’s absolutely how it’s gonna be.”
“You’re all morons if you think that plan is going to work.”
Both Faith and Asshole turned to the back of the room, where there were two men sitting at a booth together. The one who had spoken was a goofy looking guy she’d never seen before, who looked more annoyed than anything else, and an intense looking man in a trench coat, with bright blue eyes that focused on her with acute interest. To be honest, the way the guy was looking at her was giving her the creeps a little, but she met his gaze for all of a second before glancing away.
“If those vamps turn her instead of killing her? Oh, you better pray that she doesn’t decide to come gunning for revenge.” He pushed himself up to his feet, and the man with him followed. “I will go take care of the vamps. And then I’ll be back to lecture you nice boys on the parable of the Good Samaritan.”
Goofy Guy disappeared out the door, but that didn’t stop Asshole from reaching forward to grab Faith by the arm and shove her forward into the middle of the room. “Well, just because that idiot decided to go take on the nest himself, doesn’t mean we’re done with you yet.”
“Seriously?” she said as some of the other hunters in the bar started to get up and reach for their guns. “I got a hole in my gut the size of my fist, and instead of doing me a solid, you’re gonna gang up on me?”
“I don’t think the world’ll miss you,” Asshole said with a shrug as he raised his weapon. “I mean, what’s one less Slayer? You’re just abominations anyway.”
Faith was about to go for her knife to try and defend herself when she felt a hand coming up behind her to support her. When she looked back over her shoulder, it was the guy in the trench coat. Her first instinct was to yank back, tell him not to touch her, but he spoke before she could. “I highly doubt that that would be a wise choice.”
Asshole tipped his head to the side, and glared back at him. “And who are you again?”
“My name is Castiel.”
“Castiel. Well, tell you what, Castiel, you clearly don’t know what kind of bar you walked into.”
Faith was fading fast, the blood loss and lack of adrenaline starting to catch up with her, and she started to slump a bit in ‘Castiel’s’ arms. He shifted her gently, scooping her up so that he was holding her in his arms. “I know exactly what kind of bar I walked into. You won’t lay a hand on her.”
The safety clicked back on the gun. “Your funeral, buddy.” His finger slipped to the trigger, and he pulled … ejecting something that had to be the blood loss talking, because she could have sworn a bouquet of flowers just popped out of his gun.
“Actually, I think that just made it yours.” It was Goofy Guy’s voice in her ear again, but she couldn’t see him. Everything was getting hazy, and not long after everything went black.
***
When Faith woke up, she was lying in a hospital bed, all stitched up and very much alive. She isn’t sure how she got to the hospital, but she really didn’t plan on staying. She gave a quick tug to the wires and tubes attached to her body, before kicking her legs quickly over the bed. It was a little too fast for the hole in her gut, however, and she winced as she felt the stitches pull. “Damnit,” she hissed, which managed to wake the man in the trenchcoat sleeping by her bedside.
His head tipped to look at her, before rubbing his eyes gently. “Oh, good. You’re awake.”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “Where are my clothes?”
“The hospital took them,” he replied evenly. “They sustained quite a bit of damage when the doctors were trying to save you.” His head tipped to the side, confused. “Why do you need them?”
“Cuz I’m gettin’ the hell out of here, that’s why.” She started to glance around the room, trying to see if there was something she could wear. Trench Coat continued to look confused, and she shook her head. “Look, nothing personal—I mean, I’m real grateful you and your buddy—”
“My brother,” he corrected. “That was my brother.”
“Right. Whatever. That you guys helped me out back there, but I don’t do doctors, and I don’t do hospitals. I’ll heal up just fine on my own.”
“I understand. But I still think that you should rest.”
“Do you even know what a Slayer is?” She knew he had to know that she was one. That dick was blasting it all over the fucking bar. “We manage just fine. I’ve had worse holes in my gut. And if those idiots find out where I am, they’ll be all over this place in two seconds flat.”
“I don’t think you have to worry about those hunters anymore. If I know my brother, he has more than taken care of them.” There was something that could have been a smirk crossing his face. “He has a thing for knocking the prideful off their pedestals.”
Faith frowned. “Why?”
“I believe he enjoys it. I learned long ago not to ask.”
“No, I mean—why’d you guys help me out? Because if it was just to get your damsel in distress, then you’re good, really. Damsel doesn’t exactly apply anymore.”
“That’s not why I’m here.”
“Then why are you here? Cuz I’m not sure what else you’re lookin’ for.”
“I … ” he fell silent for a moment, before letting his head drop. “We all have our own demons to atone for, I suppose.” He paused for a moment. “I should leave.”
He pushed himself to his feet, starting to make his way towards the door. Faith watched him go for a moment, before closing her eyes and letting out a breath. “Hey, guy—”
He turned, arms falling to her sides. “Castiel. My name is Castiel.”
“Right. Castiel.” She let out a slow breath. “Thanks. For helping me out.”
“You’re welcome,” he said with a nod. “It was nice meeting you, Faith.”
She didn’t bother questioning how he knew her name, because that was another thing that Asshole was blaring all over the place. Instead, she just nodded. “Yeah. You too.”
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