Fic: One More Lesson (PG) 1/1
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blue_icy_roseTitle: One More Lesson
Rating: PG
Word Count: 776
Series: We Are For The Dark
Summary: Even as Sam and Dean show Spike and Dru what they've learned, there's just one more thing to remember.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Supernatural. They belong to Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke.
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tamingthemuse. Prompt: Marigold.
Previous Parts
Dru was humming as she spun in slow circles around Gordon, who still hadn’t woken up. Sam frowned for a moment, trying to place the song. He listened for another moment and then smiled slightly as it came to him.
Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow? With silver bells, cockleshells, and marigolds all in a row...
Dru laughed as she turned to him. “You know the words.” She clapped her hands and began to spin and hum once more. “Again,” was all she said. Sam didn’t need to ask what she meant and he nodded as he thought the words again causing her to laugh.
Dean raised an eyebrow and looked at Sam. “What?” he asked.
Sam grinned. “I was thinking of the lyrics while she hummed,” he explained. Dean nodded in understanding before turning towards Gordon, twirling his knife between his fingers.
“So, you think he’s faking?”
Sam tilted his head as he stared at Gordon. “I don’t think he is.” He smiled. “Gordon’s not that good.”
“Tick tock,” Dru said. “He’s impatient.”
Spike smirked and leaned back. “Means he’ll be waking up in a couple minutes.”
Dean’s eyes gleamed as he adjusted his grip on the knife. “About time,” he muttered. Sam nodded in agreement as he stood, rolling his neck as he did so.
“Dean.” Sam motioned towards Gordon. “Don’t forget the matches.”
Dean grinned.
~*~*~
A scream rang out, echoing throughout the room, causing Spike to smile as he pulled Dru towards him. She laughed lightly and leaned forward so that her hair surrounded them.
“Listen to them, my Spike,” she whispered against his lips. “They make such beautiful music, don’t they?”
Spike nodded even as he bit down on her lower lip. “That they do,” he said. “Fast learners, those boys.”
Almost as if there had been some sort of signal, they turned to watch as Dean flicked a match at Gordon. Even as he screamed, Sam was circling him, trailing the knife over his skin, pressing hard enough to leave a trail of blood.
“You know,” Sam said, looking thoughtful. “I think we’re forgetting something.”
Dean fought the urge to laugh at the look on Gordon’s face. He may have no idea what Sam was up to but Dean did. He’d seen that look on Sam’s face before and it always meant he had something up his sleeve.
It was never good for the other people.
“Do you?” he asked, playing along. “I thought we were doing a pretty good job.” He motioned to the various burns and cuts.
Sam smiled and the expression was anything but pleasant. “Holy water.”
Spike laughed as Dean’s eyes lit up and Dru shifted in his lap to get a better look. She let out a hum of pleasure at the fear that flashed through Gordon’s eyes even as he tried to hide it. “Fast learners indeed,” he muttered, sliding a hand down her arm. She leaned more firmly against him as he moved his hand to her thigh, beginning to lift the skirt of her dress.
“Mmm, he wishes to join,” Dru said, voice low. Her hand joined Spike’s. “But he can’t. All naughty boys must be punished and sent away with no cake.”
Gordon made a strangled sound as a trail of holy water ran from his shoulder and down his back. It sizzled over his skin.
“Better get used to it, mate.” Spike tugged Dru up a bit more. “You went after the family. There’s consequences to that.” He noted the way Sam and Dean both stared at him and Dru, slightly distracted and raised an eyebrow. “Don’t stop on our account. You know better than to let distractions get to you.”
Sam frowned even as Dean glanced between them and Gordon as if debating whether it was worth it to keep going. His eyes narrowed as they settled on Gordon and the memory of Sam laid out on the bed, cut up and slightly bloody, came back to him. Growling, his hand whipped out and the scent of blood filled the room once more.
“Oh, goody,” Dru breathed. Spike nodded in approval as Sam turned back towards Gordon. One flick of the wrist and Gordon screamed once more. Dru moaned at the sound and Spike paused, considering something.
“One other important thing to remember,” Spike said. He gave Sam and Dean a knowing look when they turned to look at him. “When to take a break.” As if to make sure the invitation had been clear, Dru crooked a finger at them.
Neither of them so much as glanced at Gordon as they walked away from him.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 776
Series: We Are For The Dark
Summary: Even as Sam and Dean show Spike and Dru what they've learned, there's just one more thing to remember.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Supernatural. They belong to Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke.
Notes: Written for
tamingthemuse. Prompt: Marigold.Previous Parts
Dru was humming as she spun in slow circles around Gordon, who still hadn’t woken up. Sam frowned for a moment, trying to place the song. He listened for another moment and then smiled slightly as it came to him.
Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow? With silver bells, cockleshells, and marigolds all in a row...
Dru laughed as she turned to him. “You know the words.” She clapped her hands and began to spin and hum once more. “Again,” was all she said. Sam didn’t need to ask what she meant and he nodded as he thought the words again causing her to laugh.
Dean raised an eyebrow and looked at Sam. “What?” he asked.
Sam grinned. “I was thinking of the lyrics while she hummed,” he explained. Dean nodded in understanding before turning towards Gordon, twirling his knife between his fingers.
“So, you think he’s faking?”
Sam tilted his head as he stared at Gordon. “I don’t think he is.” He smiled. “Gordon’s not that good.”
“Tick tock,” Dru said. “He’s impatient.”
Spike smirked and leaned back. “Means he’ll be waking up in a couple minutes.”
Dean’s eyes gleamed as he adjusted his grip on the knife. “About time,” he muttered. Sam nodded in agreement as he stood, rolling his neck as he did so.
“Dean.” Sam motioned towards Gordon. “Don’t forget the matches.”
Dean grinned.
A scream rang out, echoing throughout the room, causing Spike to smile as he pulled Dru towards him. She laughed lightly and leaned forward so that her hair surrounded them.
“Listen to them, my Spike,” she whispered against his lips. “They make such beautiful music, don’t they?”
Spike nodded even as he bit down on her lower lip. “That they do,” he said. “Fast learners, those boys.”
Almost as if there had been some sort of signal, they turned to watch as Dean flicked a match at Gordon. Even as he screamed, Sam was circling him, trailing the knife over his skin, pressing hard enough to leave a trail of blood.
“You know,” Sam said, looking thoughtful. “I think we’re forgetting something.”
Dean fought the urge to laugh at the look on Gordon’s face. He may have no idea what Sam was up to but Dean did. He’d seen that look on Sam’s face before and it always meant he had something up his sleeve.
It was never good for the other people.
“Do you?” he asked, playing along. “I thought we were doing a pretty good job.” He motioned to the various burns and cuts.
Sam smiled and the expression was anything but pleasant. “Holy water.”
Spike laughed as Dean’s eyes lit up and Dru shifted in his lap to get a better look. She let out a hum of pleasure at the fear that flashed through Gordon’s eyes even as he tried to hide it. “Fast learners indeed,” he muttered, sliding a hand down her arm. She leaned more firmly against him as he moved his hand to her thigh, beginning to lift the skirt of her dress.
“Mmm, he wishes to join,” Dru said, voice low. Her hand joined Spike’s. “But he can’t. All naughty boys must be punished and sent away with no cake.”
Gordon made a strangled sound as a trail of holy water ran from his shoulder and down his back. It sizzled over his skin.
“Better get used to it, mate.” Spike tugged Dru up a bit more. “You went after the family. There’s consequences to that.” He noted the way Sam and Dean both stared at him and Dru, slightly distracted and raised an eyebrow. “Don’t stop on our account. You know better than to let distractions get to you.”
Sam frowned even as Dean glanced between them and Gordon as if debating whether it was worth it to keep going. His eyes narrowed as they settled on Gordon and the memory of Sam laid out on the bed, cut up and slightly bloody, came back to him. Growling, his hand whipped out and the scent of blood filled the room once more.
“Oh, goody,” Dru breathed. Spike nodded in approval as Sam turned back towards Gordon. One flick of the wrist and Gordon screamed once more. Dru moaned at the sound and Spike paused, considering something.
“One other important thing to remember,” Spike said. He gave Sam and Dean a knowing look when they turned to look at him. “When to take a break.” As if to make sure the invitation had been clear, Dru crooked a finger at them.
Neither of them so much as glanced at Gordon as they walked away from him.
