Title: Satin and Cherry Blossoms
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. No infringement intended. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. No infringement intended.
Rating: FR13
Spoilers: All of BTVS and the first episode of SPN
Synopsis: Halloweens become commercialized, boyfriends are distracting and Dawn just wants a drink.

Note: Special thanks to Demona for the beta’ing and this ones for Jinni.


Satin and Cherry Blossoms

His arms crossed, the sleeves of his button up shirt rolled back to expose lightly sculpted forearms as he positioned himself against the door’s wooden frame. His brows rose as his girlfriend leaned forward, over the sink, forcing the pink satin mockery of a kimono to pull tight across the curve of her ass. She twisted her back and ducked lower adjusting her hair and the oversized black bow covering the slope of said ass slid to the side and gave Sam an uninterrupted view.

His head dipped, lips quirking as he caught sight of the white lace beneath her ensemble as she shifted back and sent him an annoyed glare in the mirror. Dawn’s blue eyes, outlined in the smoky way that he liked, slowly narrowed as she maintained eye contact. “You’re really not wearing one?”

His frown was instant, “Weren’t you the one complaining about how commercial it was?”

She snorted and focused on her own reflection as she placed the Hana kanzashi made to look like cherry blossoms to rest in the looping curls she had piled onto her head. “My complaining about how lame Halloween’s become does in no way let you off the hook, Sam Winchester.”

She spun around; giving him the full effect of her pale curves wrapped in pink and black. She had done something with her makeup to make her skin appear paler, nearly translucent and the only color on her face was the thin line of pink bisecting her bottom lip. A lip that was at the moment being thrust at him.

“I didn’t even want to go to this thing.”

Dawn’s lip pulled back in and then down, she shrugged and moved past him into their bedroom. “Fine, I’ll just go by myself and pick up a new boyfriend.”

Sam turned with her, grabbing Dawn’s waist and pulling her into his chest. His lips descended on her exposed neck, sweeping lightly from side to side as he whispered. “And where will you and your new boyfriend sleep?”

He felt her shudder and she felt his lips quirk against her skin. “In his mansion.” Dawn turned in his embrace, keeping Sam at arms length and quelling the urge to smile. “My new boyfriend’s rich.” She failed and her lips twisted upward into an evil smirk, “And obviously he’s well hung.”

Sam’s eyes widened, “Obviously.”

Dawn reached up, patted his cheek. “It was fun while…”

Grasping her wrist, Sam pulled it wide and dipped, thankful of her four-inch heels and ran his teeth over the shell of her ear. Her breath hitched and her free hand rose to shove against his chest as she muttered, “Cheater.”

He kept his mouth over her ear, breath tickling the tender flesh as he whispered, “Do you know when I first fell in love with you?”

She bit the inside of her mouth to hold back the sigh of contentment. “My new boyfriend’s gonna buy me a pony.”

Again she felt the quirking of his lips against her skin as he ignored her and continued onward. “Witchcraft, Magic and the Occult in Early Modern Europe and the Americas.” A course Sam had taken, his junior year, for the easy A only to find himself seated behind a loudly opinionated freshman.

She smiled with the memory but added airily, “And a puppy. A really cute puppy.”

“You corrected our professor twice…”

She interrupted, “Three times.”

His tongue flicked her ear and she stiffened, quieting down and allowing him to finish. “You corrected the professor three times his first class,” Thus earning Sam’s interest and an offer for coffee, “And he had a doctorate.”

She snorted, ignoring the flush filling her cheeks as Sam continued the sweet torture against her ear and the hand grasping her waist, moved down to knead her hip. “A doctorate in what? Moron-ism? That man didn’t know the difference between pentacle and Pentecostal.”

Sam chuckled, his damp breath coating the side of her neck as he dipped down and released her wrist to sweep feather light fingertips down her spine, dancing over the satin kimono. Dawn ignored the steady warmth building low in her stomach and took a shuddering breath, pulling back and shaking her head.

“We’re gonna be late.”

He sighed and released her, “You know how I feel about Halloween.”

She nodded. “And you know how I feel about spending time with you.”

She smiled up at him, tilting her head back and offering him innocent eyes. He rolled his and ducked his head to steal a kiss. She danced back from him, laughing. “No kissing! Do you have any idea how long it took to do this to my lips?”

Sam darted after her, his long stride catching hers and pushed a giggling Dawn against their dresser. Her breath hiccupped before she swallowed the next laugh and glared up at him. “Don’t even think about it mister.”

Her voice was low and filled with a dangerous growl that Sam blatantly ignored, ducking his head and swallowing her next protest with his mouth. He felt her mutter a few words against his lips and took advantage of her opened mouth, thrusting his tongue inside.

Her hands rose to grasp the thin cotton covering his shoulders, blunt nails catching at the seam as his tongue arched to trace the inside of her upper lip. With one last growl of protest she gave in and lowered her hands, fisting the front of his shirt, jerking him closer to her as she ate at his mouth. He stumbled forward and she welcomed the hard weight of his body pushing her into the harder wood of their dresser. She felt him relax, ease his lean frame into her curves and she gave one last artful sweep of her tongue before shoving him away.

He stumbled back, blinking at her in confusion, the color of his eyes lost to the dilating of his pupils as he watched her run a finger under her bottom lip and come away glittering and pink.

She sighed and shook her head, trying to think unsexy thoughts as her eyes roamed over Sam’s slightly rumpled appearance. He took a step toward her and she raised a hand, “Stay right there, Winchester.” Swallowing she straightened the satin covering her thighs and took a step away from the dresser. “I need to fix my make up and you need to make us drinks.” He took another step toward her. “Nah-uh, stop right there. No more smoochies till we get to the party.”

“Dawn.”

She shook her head, lifting a hand to check over the cherry blossoms. “No, smoochies. Yes, drinkies. I love you but go! Vamoose!”

“Whatever you say Mien Fuhrur.”

Her lips quirked as she passed him, “I prefer mistress, you know that.”

~~~@~~~@~~~@

The sounds of a struggle awoke Dawn instantly and she jerked up, pulling the sheet across her bare breasts and glancing around the room. Moonlight spilled in through open curtains and filled the bedroom with muted grays. She frowned at the dull thud, the sound of a body hitting the floor and threw the sheet to the side, pausing long enough to pull on Sam’s undershirt and grab the baseball bat she kept beside the bedroom door.

She paused just inside the doorway, her breath even and the bat held length ways down her body. She winced at the sound of another body striking her floor and then frowned as the Sam’s voice began a heated whispered conversation with the intruder. Becoming more annoyed than worried when Sam failed to call out for help she flicked on the light and stepped fully into the room.

“Sam?” Dawn made his name a question and watched him send her an almost guilty look.

“Dawn, hey.” His smile was sheepish toward her and cold the next moment as he turned back toward their intruder. “Dean, this is my girlfriend Dawn.”

Dawn’s eyes narrowed and she absently tapped the bat against her bare thigh. “Dean, as in your brother?” Their intruder smirked and stepped forward, giving her a thorough once over. His eyes lingered a little too long on her breasts and she glanced down, only to notice the light made Sam’s white shirt nearly translucent. The bat increased in its tapping as she sent Sam a frown. “Does your brother Dean break into homes often?”

Both of them paused, Sam giving Dean an uneasy glance. “It’s an old prank we use to play on each other.”

Dawn’s chin rose, the bat paused a split second and then resumed as her fear for Sam’s safety completely melted into annoyance. “So you decided to go check out a strange noise in the middle of the night because why?”

Sam coughed and Dean turned his head to smirk at him. “Yeah, Sammy why would you do something so dangerous?” The blunt end of the bat stuck Dean’s chest hard enough to make him stumble back a step. He swiveled his head back around, “The hell?”

“Shut it! You broke into my home! I can hit you if I want!” Dawn turned to see Sam’s lips lifting as she tore down his brother. “And you!” He stiffened and met her gaze, with a flinch as she lowered the bat to the ground with a thunk. “If Buffy had come early she would have been on that couch and your brother would be bleeding or worse all over our carpet.”

Sam’s lips quirked as Dean made an affronted sound, “Dawn, I’m sorry.”

She glared at Sam mutinously. “He would be.”

“Look no one named Buffy is gonna be makin’ me bleed.”

If Dawn had known him better she would have said he was offended but instead her lips thinned and turned her full Summers women glare on him. The eldest Winchester in the room had the common sense to pull himself up a little straighter.

“Don’t mock my sister’s name, she hates that.” A dark light entered her gaze as a smirk twisted her lips, “On second thought, are you going to be in town on Saturday? ‘Cause if so, you should come over. Mock it to her face and Sam and I will sell tickets to your ass’whomping.”

Dean frowned and shook his head turning toward Sam, “We need to talk.”

Sam shook his head, moved toward Dawn, careful to avoid the arm that still held the bat. “Whatever you wanna say you can say in front of her.”

Dean tilted his head, “Okay. Um…Dad hasn’t been home in a few days.”

Dawn felt Sam’s arm move to hesitantly cup her hip. Swallowing the rest of her annoyance—for the moment—she leaned into him. He sent her a grateful smile before turning back to Dean. “So he’s working over-time on a ‘Miller Time’ shift. He’ll stumble back in sooner or later.”

Dean’s brow quirked at his casual attitude and reiterated, “Dad’s on a hunting trip and he hasn’t been home in a few days.”

Dawn felt Sam’s entire body stiffen with the ‘hunting’ remark and the stress Dean placed on that one word sounded a chorus of alarm bells in the back of her head. She felt Sam pull away and his face became a guarded mask, a mask she recognized but not on her boyfriend.

“Dawn, excuse us. We have to go outside.”

She watched him pull back, watched him leave the room and their apartment without a backwards glance. And suddenly Dawn found herself wondering if Buffy’s dreams had been more than just nervous energy; and if older siblings were always such pains in the ass.


The End.