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Summary: Spirit!Dean does what he has to get into contact with Sam and John at the hospital. He's in for a bit of a shock when his temporary plan turns a bit more permanent.
Title: Full On Swayze: Chapter 2
Author: Saturn
Rating:FR15
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Buffy. No money being made.
Setting: In My Time of Dying
Author's note: This is an AU post Graduation Day fic for Buffy.
Part One can be found here.
Also posted at Twisting the Hellmouth, Supernaturally Twisted,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Dean stood there in shock. 'That wasn't how things were supposed to work out.' He quickly turned to Sam who was staring at him. "What the hell happened?" Dean asked plaintively.
Sam just stared at him like he was still trying to process what was going on.
Dean opened his mouth to ask again but before he could say anything a nurse rushed up and took his arm.
"Come on Ms. Lehane, you shouldn't be up and about. The doctor will want to check you over." The nurse took him by the elbow and began guiding him back to the room he had came from.
"Sam!"
Once back in the room the nurse sat him down on the bed. The doctor he had tried to possess earlier came through the door. Dean sat there in silence as they checked him over and took notes.
After the doctor was done Dean turned his eyes on him and said, "When can I get out of here?"
The doctor looked up from his note taking. "That will really depend on what all these tests say. We want to keep you for at least a few more days for observation, but you should be able to go home soon."
Dean looked down at his smaller hands and slender forearms. "Home. That ought to be fun."
Sam barged into his father's room, tears streaking his face. "Dad! Dean's..." he started until he realized the room was empty. He quickly checked the bathroom and then the hall. There was no sign of him. 'What the hell am I going to do now?'
Sam scanned the room again. Dad's journal was sitting next to the bed. He snatched it up and slid it into his coat pocket before heading back into the hallway. 'If Dad wanted to ignore the whole situation and go demon hunting then to hell with him.' Sam's face hardened a bit and he wiped away the tear stains. 'Right. First order of business is to check out that brunette. It seemed pretty unlikely, but there was just something familiar about her. And weirder things had happened.'
With a renewed purpose Sam made his way to the nearest elevator and jabbed the down button. While he waited, he replayed the scene outside of Dean's room. The elevator doors opened with a ding and Sam stepped in. Once the elevator doors closed he pressed the button for the first floor. When the doors opened a few minutes later Sam made his way through the people getting on. Sam looked around and saw the front desk with a bored looking nurse sitting behind it. He started to move towards it trying to figure out how he was going to get the information he needed.
Sam was only a few feet away when a man in an expensive suit quickly slid in front of him. The man turned an arrogant smile his way before turning to the nurse. The man set his briefcase on the counter. "My name is Quentin Gilcrest with Wolfram & Hart. I'm here to see Ms. Faith Lehane. Can you tell me which room she's in?"
The nurse turned her attention to her computer. "Let's see...she's in room 214."
"Thank you my dear," the lawyer said and moved toward the elevators.
Sam watched the man move toward the elevators before turning to the nurse who was watching him expectantly. 'What the hell did some high powered lawyers want with the mystery girl he was looking for?'
"I was hoping you could tell me where the cafeteria is. I kind of got lost," Sam said with an embarrassed smile as he leaned toward the nurse.
The nurse's look softened. "Just go down the hall past the elevators and take a left. You'll see a sign, just follow it until you see the cafeteria doors."
"Thanks." Sam continued smiling as he turned away from the nurse.
Dean let the nurses and doctors poke and prod him to their heart's content. He just lay there and waited. After what seemed an eternity he was finally alone in the room. Waiting a few minutes to be sure nobody else was going to come in Dean sat up and slipped out of the bed.
Dean went straight for the closet. 'First order of business is to get out of this hospital gown and find some real clothes.' Dean flung open the door and cursed at the empty closet. He proceeded to inspect all the drawers and cabinets in the room with no success. Before he could decide what to do next the door opened and a man in a suit that screamed lawyer entered the room.
"What the hell do you want?"
"There's no reason to be cross Ms Lehane. I'm here on business. Please, have a seat," the lawyer said as he gestured to the bed.
Dean sat down on the edge of the bed. The lawyer pulled a chair from the wall and sat down across from him.
"Forgive my manners Ms. Lehane," he said as he reached into an inside pocket of his jacket. He pulled out a business card and handed it to Dean. "Quentin Gilcrest of Wolfram & Hart. Our firm was hired to deliver a package to you upon you waking from your coma."
Dean sat silently and listened. The lawyer opened his breifcase and set it on the bedside table. He pulled out a large brown envelope and handed it to the young woman. Once Dean accepted the envelope Mr Gilcrest closed his briefcase and stood.
"The Senior Partners also want you to know that if you ever find yourself in need of work to contact us. Wolfram & Hart always has job openings for someone of your caliber. Good day to you Ms." With that Gilcrest picked up his briefcase and exited the room, leaving Dean holding the brown envelope.
Dean watched the man leave and then looked down at the envelope. 'What the hell have I got myself into?' he thought as he examined the uneven bulge of the envelope.
The envelope was sealed shut; Dean quickly tore the end open and dumped the contents onto the bed beside where he was sitting. There were only five things in it; a California driver's license, a video tape, a key, a wad of cash and a wicked looking curved knife. Dean picked up the ID. "Faith Lehane of Sunnydale, California," he read aloud before tossing it back on the bed. Before he could inspect anything else a presence in the door got his attention. He looked up.
"Sam! Thank God," he said as he hopped off the edge of the bed.
Sam stepped into the room and looked at him. "How do you know my name?"
"Come on Sammy. It's me, Dean. I was trying to get to you and Dad to help and I...uh...yeah." He gestured at his new body and gave Sam an embarassed look. "Dude, it's totally just like in Ghost, except this Faith chick is a lot hotter than Whoopi Goldberg."
Sam didn't move. "I watched Dean die," he said in a voice choked with emotion. "How can I be sure? You could just be another..."
"Trick from the yellow eyed demon?" Dean finished in an angry voice. "You think I want to be stuck in this body, knowing that mine is gone? We got a job to do Sam and nothing is gonna stand in my way." Dean moved forward and stopped a few feet from Sam. "So you do whatever you've got to believe or I'll do it without you. How about this: Christo! Want me to drink holy water? Get some photo's taken? I was on my own while you were busy being Stanford man and I can damn sure do it again! I am NOT letting that yellow eyed bastard win!"
Before Dean could continue Sam stepped forward and wrapped him in a hug. "Dean, it really is you. I thought you were gone."
"Dude, come on...just cause I'm a chick doesn't mean I want to be hugging all the time and watching Oprah."
Sam let go with a relieved laugh before his face turned more serious. "Dad's not in his room. I think he's going to summon The Demon."
"Let's go then."
Sam went to the door and looked out into the hallway before motioning for Dean to follow. "It's clear."
Dean went back to the bed and quickly stuffed everything back into the envelope before following Sam into the hall. The unlikely pair made their way to the wing where John's room was. Luckily none of the staff seemed interested in stopping the woman in the hospital gown and her companion. When they made it to the hall they noticed an unusual amount of activity almost like when Dean... "Oh shit," Dean said as he ran toward John's room.
What he saw when he got to the door was his dad lying on the floor, prone, with doctors and nurses rushing around.
"Clear!" one of the doctors said as he held the defibrilator to his dad's chest. His body arced at the shock before settling back to the ground. The sound of the heart monitor flatlining continued.
Sam rushed up behind Dean. "Dad!"
While both watched the medical staff work to save their father's life neither noticed the man come up behind them. At the sound of Sam's anguished cry he put his hand on Sam's shoulder. "Sam, I'm sorry."
At the sound of the voice Dean and Sam spun, which threw the hand from Sam's shoulder. It was Dean. Or rather Dean's body.
Sam looked from Dean to Dean and stepped away from both of them.
Dean looked up at "his" body with anger in his eyes. He met his own green eyes. "Christo."
The demon's eyes turned black for a second and it flinched. Sam saw it too and stepped back towards Dean.
The demon smiled at Sam. "I guess the jig is up. Daddy dearest must've really loved old Dean to trade his life for his son's. Too bad he didn't read the fine print. I bet he's rolling over in his grave right now. Well, maybe not right this second."
Sam looked around at all the hospital staff before turning to Dean and finally the demon.
The demon laughed. "Don't be stupid Sam. You can't do anything to me right now," the demon said, backing away and spreading his arms, "not with all these innocents. And what about your little girlfriend here. It'd be shame to see anybody killed. Besides, with your brother and father gone maybe it's time to hang up the family business." With a wink the demon turned and walked away. "I'll be seeing you around."
Title: Full On Swayze: Chapter 2
Author: Saturn
Rating:FR15
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Buffy. No money being made.
Setting: In My Time of Dying
Author's note: This is an AU post Graduation Day fic for Buffy.
Part One can be found here.
Also posted at Twisting the Hellmouth, Supernaturally Twisted,
spn_twisted, spn_btvs, sn_crossovers & a few other places.Dean stood there in shock. 'That wasn't how things were supposed to work out.' He quickly turned to Sam who was staring at him. "What the hell happened?" Dean asked plaintively.
Sam just stared at him like he was still trying to process what was going on.
Dean opened his mouth to ask again but before he could say anything a nurse rushed up and took his arm.
"Come on Ms. Lehane, you shouldn't be up and about. The doctor will want to check you over." The nurse took him by the elbow and began guiding him back to the room he had came from.
"Sam!"
Once back in the room the nurse sat him down on the bed. The doctor he had tried to possess earlier came through the door. Dean sat there in silence as they checked him over and took notes.
After the doctor was done Dean turned his eyes on him and said, "When can I get out of here?"
The doctor looked up from his note taking. "That will really depend on what all these tests say. We want to keep you for at least a few more days for observation, but you should be able to go home soon."
Dean looked down at his smaller hands and slender forearms. "Home. That ought to be fun."
Sam barged into his father's room, tears streaking his face. "Dad! Dean's..." he started until he realized the room was empty. He quickly checked the bathroom and then the hall. There was no sign of him. 'What the hell am I going to do now?'
Sam scanned the room again. Dad's journal was sitting next to the bed. He snatched it up and slid it into his coat pocket before heading back into the hallway. 'If Dad wanted to ignore the whole situation and go demon hunting then to hell with him.' Sam's face hardened a bit and he wiped away the tear stains. 'Right. First order of business is to check out that brunette. It seemed pretty unlikely, but there was just something familiar about her. And weirder things had happened.'
With a renewed purpose Sam made his way to the nearest elevator and jabbed the down button. While he waited, he replayed the scene outside of Dean's room. The elevator doors opened with a ding and Sam stepped in. Once the elevator doors closed he pressed the button for the first floor. When the doors opened a few minutes later Sam made his way through the people getting on. Sam looked around and saw the front desk with a bored looking nurse sitting behind it. He started to move towards it trying to figure out how he was going to get the information he needed.
Sam was only a few feet away when a man in an expensive suit quickly slid in front of him. The man turned an arrogant smile his way before turning to the nurse. The man set his briefcase on the counter. "My name is Quentin Gilcrest with Wolfram & Hart. I'm here to see Ms. Faith Lehane. Can you tell me which room she's in?"
The nurse turned her attention to her computer. "Let's see...she's in room 214."
"Thank you my dear," the lawyer said and moved toward the elevators.
Sam watched the man move toward the elevators before turning to the nurse who was watching him expectantly. 'What the hell did some high powered lawyers want with the mystery girl he was looking for?'
"I was hoping you could tell me where the cafeteria is. I kind of got lost," Sam said with an embarrassed smile as he leaned toward the nurse.
The nurse's look softened. "Just go down the hall past the elevators and take a left. You'll see a sign, just follow it until you see the cafeteria doors."
"Thanks." Sam continued smiling as he turned away from the nurse.
Dean let the nurses and doctors poke and prod him to their heart's content. He just lay there and waited. After what seemed an eternity he was finally alone in the room. Waiting a few minutes to be sure nobody else was going to come in Dean sat up and slipped out of the bed.
Dean went straight for the closet. 'First order of business is to get out of this hospital gown and find some real clothes.' Dean flung open the door and cursed at the empty closet. He proceeded to inspect all the drawers and cabinets in the room with no success. Before he could decide what to do next the door opened and a man in a suit that screamed lawyer entered the room.
"What the hell do you want?"
"There's no reason to be cross Ms Lehane. I'm here on business. Please, have a seat," the lawyer said as he gestured to the bed.
Dean sat down on the edge of the bed. The lawyer pulled a chair from the wall and sat down across from him.
"Forgive my manners Ms. Lehane," he said as he reached into an inside pocket of his jacket. He pulled out a business card and handed it to Dean. "Quentin Gilcrest of Wolfram & Hart. Our firm was hired to deliver a package to you upon you waking from your coma."
Dean sat silently and listened. The lawyer opened his breifcase and set it on the bedside table. He pulled out a large brown envelope and handed it to the young woman. Once Dean accepted the envelope Mr Gilcrest closed his briefcase and stood.
"The Senior Partners also want you to know that if you ever find yourself in need of work to contact us. Wolfram & Hart always has job openings for someone of your caliber. Good day to you Ms." With that Gilcrest picked up his briefcase and exited the room, leaving Dean holding the brown envelope.
Dean watched the man leave and then looked down at the envelope. 'What the hell have I got myself into?' he thought as he examined the uneven bulge of the envelope.
The envelope was sealed shut; Dean quickly tore the end open and dumped the contents onto the bed beside where he was sitting. There were only five things in it; a California driver's license, a video tape, a key, a wad of cash and a wicked looking curved knife. Dean picked up the ID. "Faith Lehane of Sunnydale, California," he read aloud before tossing it back on the bed. Before he could inspect anything else a presence in the door got his attention. He looked up.
"Sam! Thank God," he said as he hopped off the edge of the bed.
Sam stepped into the room and looked at him. "How do you know my name?"
"Come on Sammy. It's me, Dean. I was trying to get to you and Dad to help and I...uh...yeah." He gestured at his new body and gave Sam an embarassed look. "Dude, it's totally just like in Ghost, except this Faith chick is a lot hotter than Whoopi Goldberg."
Sam didn't move. "I watched Dean die," he said in a voice choked with emotion. "How can I be sure? You could just be another..."
"Trick from the yellow eyed demon?" Dean finished in an angry voice. "You think I want to be stuck in this body, knowing that mine is gone? We got a job to do Sam and nothing is gonna stand in my way." Dean moved forward and stopped a few feet from Sam. "So you do whatever you've got to believe or I'll do it without you. How about this: Christo! Want me to drink holy water? Get some photo's taken? I was on my own while you were busy being Stanford man and I can damn sure do it again! I am NOT letting that yellow eyed bastard win!"
Before Dean could continue Sam stepped forward and wrapped him in a hug. "Dean, it really is you. I thought you were gone."
"Dude, come on...just cause I'm a chick doesn't mean I want to be hugging all the time and watching Oprah."
Sam let go with a relieved laugh before his face turned more serious. "Dad's not in his room. I think he's going to summon The Demon."
"Let's go then."
Sam went to the door and looked out into the hallway before motioning for Dean to follow. "It's clear."
Dean went back to the bed and quickly stuffed everything back into the envelope before following Sam into the hall. The unlikely pair made their way to the wing where John's room was. Luckily none of the staff seemed interested in stopping the woman in the hospital gown and her companion. When they made it to the hall they noticed an unusual amount of activity almost like when Dean... "Oh shit," Dean said as he ran toward John's room.
What he saw when he got to the door was his dad lying on the floor, prone, with doctors and nurses rushing around.
"Clear!" one of the doctors said as he held the defibrilator to his dad's chest. His body arced at the shock before settling back to the ground. The sound of the heart monitor flatlining continued.
Sam rushed up behind Dean. "Dad!"
While both watched the medical staff work to save their father's life neither noticed the man come up behind them. At the sound of Sam's anguished cry he put his hand on Sam's shoulder. "Sam, I'm sorry."
At the sound of the voice Dean and Sam spun, which threw the hand from Sam's shoulder. It was Dean. Or rather Dean's body.
Sam looked from Dean to Dean and stepped away from both of them.
Dean looked up at "his" body with anger in his eyes. He met his own green eyes. "Christo."
The demon's eyes turned black for a second and it flinched. Sam saw it too and stepped back towards Dean.
The demon smiled at Sam. "I guess the jig is up. Daddy dearest must've really loved old Dean to trade his life for his son's. Too bad he didn't read the fine print. I bet he's rolling over in his grave right now. Well, maybe not right this second."
Sam looked around at all the hospital staff before turning to Dean and finally the demon.
The demon laughed. "Don't be stupid Sam. You can't do anything to me right now," the demon said, backing away and spreading his arms, "not with all these innocents. And what about your little girlfriend here. It'd be shame to see anybody killed. Besides, with your brother and father gone maybe it's time to hang up the family business." With a wink the demon turned and walked away. "I'll be seeing you around."
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I can't wait to find out where you're going with this...there are SO many possibilies!