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Pain. Without Love. (PG-13 FIN) 
12th-Mar-2007 11:57 pm
Jensen - Poor put upon guy.
I found a fic that I'd forgotten about!! Let me share it with you. 

To be cross-posted in a few spots-sorry to any who get this twice, three times over!

Title: Pain. Without Love.
Author: Aimée
Rating: PG-13
Status: Completed one-shot song fic. Though this is Part One of Two in the Christmas thingy I told Krystal I’d do over the challenge board. The next Part will also be song based.
Timeline: AU Buffy season 5, and Supernatural set pre-"Route 666". Think of this as the beginning of the relationship-the first few months.
Summary: Dating for Dummies.
Disclaimer: I don’t own either series. If I did I’d waste sooo much of the CW studio’s money trying to coerce Sarah Michelle Gellar into a steady role on Supernatural. I mean… she’s really gotten into a horror kick, right? She belongs on the show! Hell, so do I! I want to be that sad little PA that they send out to try and find the guys and drag them back to work when they run off. Anyway, point: I gain nothing from this. No money, no nookie. ALSO: I don’t own this song. “Pain” belongs to Three Days Grace.
Note: This is for Lyn and her informal song fic request in the c-box. Great song choice!! I listened to it so much writing this that it’s stuck in my head. :P Also note, this fic is so much better if the song is playing while its read, just like all song works. Without the song… eh. Hope it works. *shrugs and stares at ceiling* And you will not be seeing the lyrics breaking up the paragraphs this time. Just go listen to the song.

BANNER BY MEL - Thankyou!!!!! :P



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Pain. Without Love.



Buffy slammed a fist into her punching bag, desperately trying to clear her thoughts. Today had been a trying day, nothing had gone right, and somehow now everything felt more… comforting. Dean and his jackass ways had made their patrol last night one of the most heated ones she’d had in a long time, and definitely not in a good way. Ass.

Another punch to the bag and it swung around on its chain, running into another powerful fist on its way back, all of the Slayer’s energy and frustration thrown into the action. The heavy bag rattled, working the chain loose at the ceiling. After this session she’d have to tighten the screws again.

A series of clicking noises and the tinkling of bells went by unheard as Buffy pounded fist after fist into the bag, knuckles reddening as the skin grew more and more tender. It was another, more gentle fist that stopped her from spinning and laying a blow to human flesh. Dean glared down at her from his taller height and kept his long fingers wrapped around her heated skin, knowing that his palm would bruise later.

Long fucking day was right. It has started early in the morning a few hours before dawn with a heated debate about his constant back and forth traveling. Buffy felt like her home was no better to him than one of his shit motels, and he felt that she was overreacting. There was more to the tracking and killing of the supernatural than just the southern California Hellmouth. Was he supposed to just sit on his ass and let the rest of the country go to shit?

Neither one of them had sense enough to drop the subject. The fight had lasted through the morning until Faith had pushed the two off of each other and threatened them with bodily harm if they didn’t separate. Sam had backed her up, much to Dean’s intense irritation, and the bickering couple had been sent to opposite ends of the city to sit in their own corners.

Buffy had wound up here, at the magic Box with her favorite punching bag, and Dean had wound up in a seedy bar, nursing one beer and throwing darts at a board with more rocket-like power than he ever had before. And with great accuracy.

But that had grown old, and God damn it, he wasn’t a baby. So he’d revved up the Impala and sped over to the Magic Box, honing in instinctively on where his girl would have gone to blow off steam. And if he was right, she was picturing his face on her bag.

So now he stood here, not half a foot away from her heaving chest, with a hand that felt like it would blacken and fall off and a major glaring contest going on. And there was no way he was going to apologize. So he did the next best thing, he let a cold smirk slide over his lips, provoking a narrowing of her sharp green eyes.

But she knew him. He was trying to piss her off, or force her to apologize first. No way in Hell was she going to let him win. Not this time, not any time. She stepped closer to him, craning her neck back and bringing her lips closer to his. But not to kiss. No, he didn’t get a kiss, and he was smart enough to know not to fish for one.

“Let go, or I swear I’ll knee you and beat your face until you can’t leave Sunnydale for fear of being laughed at. You’ll never hook up again.” She smiled while she said it, voice hard and angry. And he laughed, right there in her face, the warmth and mint riding his breath fanning against her nose and lips. Bastard.

“You really think that’s what I do? Princess, my precious baby brother would have spilled any sordid details to you by now, he couldn’t keep a secret from you if my life depended on it.” His lips softened into a more amused smirk, only slightly less agitating. She was jealous, how sweet. And he meant that in a completely non-sarcastic way.

“Yeah.” Buffy kept her glare leveled at him, but the look, too, had softened. They fought like hell, but for some odd reason their personalities eventually found a happy balance of annoying. Usually if things got too out of hand, Dean would drag his brother on a hunting trip and after a few days, once they’d both had some distance to calm down about whatever stupid thing they’d bickered over, he’d return.

It was an odd relationship, and the mini-breaks were always a pain in the ass. Necessary, but… well, listening to Faith’s constant bitching about how she and Sam were constantly taking their own unneeded breaks because of them kind of sucked.

Tomorrow was Christmas, and the only indication outside was the myriad of lights that shops and homes displayed. Otherwise, it was a breezy, sunny California day. Faith had locked herself in a room with Buffy and Dean and just sat in a corner staring until they promised not to separate for some therapy time over the holidays. Not that they were afraid, but after a while the staring got too creepy to handle and longer. And so today, instead of taking off, Dean was here. Standing in front of her, trying to work things out in his own irritating way. Who was she to complain? If they worked through something like a normal couple then she wouldn’t have to get the Scoobies any gifts this year. They’d all be too excited about having some peace.

Oh, what the Hell? Buffy let go her glare and replaced it with a mischievous smile, standing on tiptoes to close the distance between their lips. And for once, he didn’t turn it to sex. It was the first purely loving kiss they’d shared. Too bad there were no witnesses, no one was ever going to believe them.



Pain
Three Days Grace

Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all

You're sick of feeling down
You're not the only one
I'll take you by the hand
And I'll show you a world that you can understand
This life is filled with hurt
When happiness doesn't work
Trust me and take my hand
When the lights go out you will understand

Pain, without love
Paint, I can't get enough
Pain, I like rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all

Anger and agony
Are better than misery
Trust me I've got a plan
When the lights go off you will understand

Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing
Rather feel pain

I know (I know I know I know I know)
That you're wounded
You know (You know you know you know you know)
That I'm here to save you
You know (You know you know you know you know)
I'm always here for you
I know (I know I know I know I know)
That you'll thank me later

Pain, without love
Pain, can't get enough
Pain, I like rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Rather feel pain than nothing at all
Rather feel pain


Comments 
13th-Mar-2007 08:33 pm (UTC)
Love this piece, it's sweet and fluffy and nice and just wonderful! Thanks for sharing!
14th-Mar-2007 07:57 am (UTC)
Thanks! lol

They're so dysfunctional in this. It's nice. I think, anyway. Pffft.
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