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The Rules We Break

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This story is No. 2 in the series "The Rules We Break". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Faith has always been good at breaking rules. Faith/Dean/Sam

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Supernatural > Faith-Centered > Pairing: Threesome & MoresomesFaithWinchesterFR1522,875132,78910 Jan 1010 Jan 10Yes

Chapter One

Disclaimer: I own nothing recognizable, all characters and shows, BtVS and Supernatural, belong to their respective creators and I'm making no profit from this work of fiction.

Author's Note: This is the first in a series that I've been working on, actually working backward because of a strange, rabid plot bunny that bit me a few weeks ago... linked to Choices because the pictures came into my head first...


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Hunters. Killing things, saving people, fighting demons and all things that went bump in the night. They tended to drive badass cars with even badder weapons cached somewhere inside them. The Watcher’s Council had known about them for some time, but only since Giles had taken over the new Council had they acknowledged their presence, reached out to that community and shared their lore, their knowledge, all in the name of making the world better, safer, for the average civilian. For the first time in history, the Slayers had networked with another group and were working together, mostly in America, but soon, throughout the world.

Faith had met quite a few hunters in the last few years. They hunted the same sort of things, so bumping into one another was sort of expected. Some of them were jokes, amateurs out for a thrill. Those ones didn’t last long. Some were only a little better than the monsters they hunted, using the job as an excuse to kill without consequences. Some, though, were the real deal and of all of them she’d ever met, there was one family that stood out from the rest. She’d met John Winchester once, a long while back and they’d killed a wendigo together. The man knew his monsters, knew his weapons and Faith enjoyed fighting beside him. She’d been sorry to hear he died. Then one night, in a backwater town in Texas, she met his sons.

Winchesters were sort of a different breed than most men, she supposed. Never mind that serious hotness gene that seemed to run so strong in the bloodlines, they had as bad an addiction to trouble as she did.

Breaking rules was one of the things Faith did best. The rules of parents and foster families, the rules in school. The law itself of course and the rules of the Council. Buffy’s rules, that one was her favorite, but most of all, society’s rules. Still, this was one she’d never really anticipated. Threesome, sure, no sweat, two guys and her, even better, but brothers? That was a new one…

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The first time they met was in a bar. A cliché, sure, but in their line of work, common. Seedy taverns were the best place to pick up the trails of the things they hunted. Faith was sitting at the bar, throwing back a shot of Jack Daniels when they walked in and slid onto a couple of stools a few seats down. Even from there, she could smell the sulfur on them and her shoulders tensed. She set her glass back on the bar and signaled for another, watching from the corner of her eye as the shorter of the two took a handful of the salted peanuts on the bar and ate them. She was very still, waiting… and there, the other one picked up a few and held them in his hand while he ordered a beer. The tension left her shoulders. Not demons then, but they’d definitely been playing with one.

Hunters. She tossed back the shot and slid off her seat. Giles had asked that they make friends with the hunters they came across and she usually tried to do what he wanted when he made it a request. Besides, this time it definitely wasn’t a hardship.

She hopped onto the stool beside the shorter one and leaned on the bar, boot heels hooked on the lower rungs of the stool. He glanced at her, then looked again and she saw his green eyes sweep over all of her before he ended up back at her face. His smile was cocky, sure and sexy as hell and she was certain that he knew it.

“Can I help you with something, sweetheart?” he asked, with the assurance of a man who was used to getting his way with women. The other guy had glanced over at her as well.

“Sure you can, slick,” she said, with a flirty smirk and she saw the other guy roll his eyes and take a drink from his beer bottle, as if he were used to his partner’s habits with women. He nearly spit the beer all over the place though, when she said, “You can tell me where the demon was that you exorcised and what it was up to.”

Those green eyes narrowed and the smirk disappeared.

“Who are you?” he asked, his tone low.

“Faith Lehane. Slayer,” she said simply and she watched them both relax marginally.

“A Slayer. Was starting to wonder if you all really existed,” he said, taking a drink of his beer.

“Now you know,” she said. “Obviously, you boys are players, I can smell the sulfur on you. You got names?”

“Winchester. I’m Dean, this is Sam,” he said.

“Winchester, huh?” she said, thoughtful. “You John’s boys?”

Both their heads came around at that, staring at her.

“You knew our dad?” Sam asked and she nodded, slowly.

“Met him once on a hunt. Good man. Good hunter. Sorry to hear what happened,” she said.

There was a long silence after that, then Faith asked, “You boys play pool?”

They ended up back in her motel room after several rounds of pool and a few more rounds of whiskey. Faith was a little drunk and a lot turned on and after a few awkward moments, the three of them were naked.

She woke in the morning in a tangle of strong, tanned limbs with her body aching in a delicious way that made her want to stretch like a cat, feel every inch of the soreness and relive how she got that way. The ringing of her cell phone interrupted the moment and she squirmed out from between them to get to it.

It was Dawn, calling from Slayer Central in Cleveland, with news that there were signs of demonic activity in a Colorado town called Grand Junction and Faith needed to head that way. With a mumbled agreement, Faith closed her phone and got to her feet. She showered and dressed quickly, tossing her things into her bag and slinging it over her shoulder. She stopped by the bed, reaching down and running a finger down Dean’s nose until he opened his eyes. When he blinked and seemed to actually see her, she smiled.

“Gotta motor, slick. Had a blast, though. We should do this again sometime,” she said and actually meant it. Sam was stirring, opening sleep filled eyes and she grinned at both of them.

“See you, Winchesters,” she said, then she slipped out the door and was gone.

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So, reviews welcome, as well as constructive criticism. Interested in a beta, but if someone wants to sign on, I'd like to have the same beta for the whole series, so I'm asking that that person at least be interested in what's to come. Check out the Choices fanart and you'll see what I mean...
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