Divided Loyalties- Story 3 {BtVS/Supernatural}

10. Too bad

A/N: Well here's the conclusion! Hope you like! Characters belong to their creators. Song is 'Right here' by Staind

Dean stared moodily down at his drink on the bar in front of him. Sam was back at the hotel, researching the case some more and doing the last minute packing so they could head out at dawn. He’d dropped Sam off at the hotel and driven around till he found a crappy dive, still trying to wipe the memory of Buffy crying from his mind.

The bar was quiet, since most of the patrons were presumably home with their families, and the music here wasn’t much better. In fact this damned player seemed to mock him too, but he refrained from shooting the juke box when he grudgingly admitted that the song wasn’t all that bad.

‘I know I've been mistaken,

but just give me a break and see the changes that I've made.

I've got some imperfections,

But how can you collect them all and throw them in my face.

But you always find a way to keep me right here waiting,

you always find the words to say to keep me right here waiting.

And if you chose to walk away I'd still be right here waiting,

searching for the things to say to keep you right here waiting.

I hope you're not intending

to be so condescending, it's as much as I can take.

And you're so independent, you just refuse to bend,

so I keep bending 'till I break.

But you always find a way to keep me right here waiting,

you always find the words to say to keep me right here waiting.

And if you chose to walk away I'd still be right here waiting,

searching for the things to say to keep you right here waiting.

I've made a commitment, I'm willing to bleed for you,

I needed fulfillment,

I found what I need in you.

Why can't you just forgive me?

I don't want to relive all the mistakes I've made along the way...

But I always find a way to keep you right here waiting,

I always find the words to say to keep you right here waiting.

But you always find a way to keep me right here waiting,

You always find the words to say to keep me right here waiting.

And if I chose to walk away, would you be right here waiting?

Searching for the things to say to keep me right here waiting.’

He heard her boots and the distinct sound of leather but paid the brunette no mind as she approached. He tossed back his drink and heard her voice in his ear, her painted lips only a breath away as she purred, “Mind if I sit here, Tiger?”

When he shook his head Faith slid onto the stool next to him. “Knock yourself out princess.” He drawled with his usual smirk. She ordered a shot and turned back to him, throwing her hair behind her shoulders. He raised an eyebrow at her but said nothing, letting his gaze roam over her leather-clad body.

She was in tight black leather pants and boots with a top at least a size or two too small, and a leather jacket covered her arms. Any other time he’d have been all over her but right that moment he couldn’t help but wish she was a different girl, the one still on his mind.

“Drowning your sorrows D?” Faith asked, tilting her head to one side to smile at him sultrily.

“Something like that, yeah. You?” He answered, downing a third of his beer and gesturing for another from the bartender.

“Something like that.” She repeated, licking her lips and tossing her shot back and smiling at the bartender who placed another in front of her.

Faith studied him, her fingertip circling the rim of the shot glass and he smirked at her but said nothing. He was hot, that was for sure and B had said they were only friends which meant he was fair game. He wasn’t on the line yet, though. She needed to reel him in some more, and hell she loved a challenge.

“So, D, I’ve got a lot of energy to burn, you up for a bit of exercise? Wouldn’t want to go to bed all hyper, maybe we could—,” She licked her lips suggestively and he followed the movement. “Tire each other out. What do you say?” She leaned forward to give him a better view down her scantily clad top.

He looked her over with an appreciative eye and chuckled at her brazen attitude. She’d be a wildcat—he had no doubt about that one—but something about Faith left a bad taste in his mouth that he didn’t care for. Which was odd, he’d been with a dozen and then some odd girls who dressed exactly like her, but something told him that she wasn’t one he wanted to tangle with.

“Much as I’d love to kitten, I’m afraid I’ll pass tonight. Got to be in Arizona by dawn.” He said, taking a long pull on his drink as he spoke the half-truth. He was leaving for Arizona at dawn- not before- but she didn’t need to know that. He wanted company and to be blissfully drunk, it was true, but this girl wasn’t the one he wanted.

“Too bad,” Faith replied with a little disappointment. She trailed a fingertip over his shoulders and along his arm, the muscles bunching at the contact. “Would’ve been one hell of a ride.”

She slipped off the stool and winked, then turned and sauntered over to the jukebox and he eyed her hips and leather-encased ass as they swayed seductively. He had a hunch she put a little extra sway in them to remind him what he’d just turned down, but he didn’t really care. He downed the rest of his beer as he watched her press buttons on the machine and start to dance, her hips moving in slow circles.

“Yeah,” he agreed as his eyes followed the movement and she threw him another wink and blew a kiss in his direction before turning to the guys that were starting to approach her. “Too bad.”