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Continuation of Lucky Strike 'verse, the Supernatural/Shadowed Suspicions (Buffy/Jojo's Bizarre Adventure fanfic) Crossover AU.
Summary: Things work out in the end.
Word Count: 365
Notes: Fluff!
Rating: T
“I’ll come when it’s been fifteen minutes. Use the button if you need me.” At least, that’s probably what she said, though for all Dean knows she could have been warning him about the secret alien invasion on the moon. He steps into the room, and she ceases to exist.
Xander’s lying there in the bed, and he looks terrible. Dean’s breath is gone, and he’s not sure when it disappeared.
Wayward Son is also sitting in the chair by the bed holding one of Jojo’s hands, and even a glare and a wish for his Stand to come back to him doesn’t work the way it should. It’s only the thought that he’s going to tell Xander how he really feels that gets the stand to disappear, and Dean takes its place as the brunet grumbles and stirs. When the chocolate eyes open and meet his own, though, a sweet smile void of fear or anger or hurt crosses the goofy face. “Dean.”
Dean wants to lead up to it, to say something else, but the words that come out of his mouth are, “You mean a lot to me, and it’s time I stopped running like a baby every time we start getting close.”
“Does this mean I can stop checking the revolving relationship door to know whether we’re dating this week?” Xander asks, and Dean freezes and has to remind himself that Xander’s probably really hopped up on hospital-grade painkillers. And that, even if it hurts, that blunt honesty might—no, would—turn out to be good for them, right now.
“If you’re willing to give me that chance.” This is a little unreal, but Xander’s warm, alive hand is in his own, and suddenly, he’s at peace. Everything is fine.
“You’re worth it,” Xander mutters sleepily, already starting to drift off, and Dean grins. The chick-flick moment is over. Now, they can just live. Be.
They’ve already bent the rules for him once. As long as he’s not in the way, he’s pretty sure they’ll be all right with it if he falls asleep in this chair. And if not, well, too bad, because he doesn’t want to let go, now.
Continuation of Lucky Strike 'verse, the Supernatural/Shadowed Suspicions (Buffy/Jojo's Bizarre Adventure fanfic) Crossover AU.
Summary: Things work out in the end.
Word Count: 365
Notes: Fluff!
Rating: T
“I’ll come when it’s been fifteen minutes. Use the button if you need me.” At least, that’s probably what she said, though for all Dean knows she could have been warning him about the secret alien invasion on the moon. He steps into the room, and she ceases to exist.
Xander’s lying there in the bed, and he looks terrible. Dean’s breath is gone, and he’s not sure when it disappeared.
Wayward Son is also sitting in the chair by the bed holding one of Jojo’s hands, and even a glare and a wish for his Stand to come back to him doesn’t work the way it should. It’s only the thought that he’s going to tell Xander how he really feels that gets the stand to disappear, and Dean takes its place as the brunet grumbles and stirs. When the chocolate eyes open and meet his own, though, a sweet smile void of fear or anger or hurt crosses the goofy face. “Dean.”
Dean wants to lead up to it, to say something else, but the words that come out of his mouth are, “You mean a lot to me, and it’s time I stopped running like a baby every time we start getting close.”
“Does this mean I can stop checking the revolving relationship door to know whether we’re dating this week?” Xander asks, and Dean freezes and has to remind himself that Xander’s probably really hopped up on hospital-grade painkillers. And that, even if it hurts, that blunt honesty might—no, would—turn out to be good for them, right now.
“If you’re willing to give me that chance.” This is a little unreal, but Xander’s warm, alive hand is in his own, and suddenly, he’s at peace. Everything is fine.
“You’re worth it,” Xander mutters sleepily, already starting to drift off, and Dean grins. The chick-flick moment is over. Now, they can just live. Be.
They’ve already bent the rules for him once. As long as he’s not in the way, he’s pretty sure they’ll be all right with it if he falls asleep in this chair. And if not, well, too bad, because he doesn’t want to let go, now.
