NOTE: This chapter is rated FR13
Baby Winchester’s Future: PT2
A/N: I know, I know, its been a while with this story! And I apologize… Hope you like the update! So many ppl wanted it to be Doyle and Cordy that I decided to change it up a bit, since I like going against the grain and all…
Title: Baby Winchester’s Future: PT2
Summary: Sam and Faith get the heads up for the future…
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama
DIS: I own nothing...
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“Tara?” asked Faith, head tilted. “Didn’t take you for the all-power type.”
“Neither did I,” said Tara, dirty blonde hair falling over her eyes so she pulled it behind her ear.
“We didn’t take you for the child bearing type either,” said Doyle, a man Faith didn't remember, but she KNEW who it was. It was weird, seeing these two together, since they were both supposed to be dead and all.
“You know these two?” asked Sam.
“I’ll tell you later,” said Faith as she handed the gifts to Doyle, who took them with a curious glance. “Angel said you liked gifts.”
“We aren’t as picky or greedy as they were,” said Doyle, eyes softening when hearing Angel’s name, as he spoke of the past oracles. “Anything would’ve done.”
“We know why you’re here,” said Tara. “Your future child, your son…”
“Yes,” said Sam. “But she’s carrying a girl…”
“Yes,” said Doyle.
“But…” Faith broke off, understanding now. “We’ll have more than one?”
“Three,” said Tara. “All the children will house special abilities to fight against the darkness, the youngest is destined to fall into the shadow and bring hell on earth…”
“He will die,” said Doyle seriously.
“No!” said Sam. “I won’t let that happen!”
“The future can be changed,” said Tara soothingly, her body almost glowing now. “It’s been done before and it’ll be done again. We cannot interfere with what is meant to be, but only caution you in your choices on who you let influence your children.”
“Someone you trust will betray you,” said Doyle, eyes said. “That will start the end… It’s all we can say…”
“Wait! What kind of powers?” asked Faith. “How do we stop our son from ending the world? Can’t we just, y’know, stop having sex or something?”
Sam’s eyes widened at that comment and Doyle smirked at the worry on the young man’s face. He’d be looking that pale too if said he wouldn’t be gettin’ any. Well, he really wasn’t getting it now, so he knew the feeling.
“That won’t change,” said Tara. “Three is a powerful number, does not matter what precautions you take, you are destined, together, to have three children.”
“Well crap,” said Faith, hands on her stomach. “Three?”
“You’ll be fine,” said Tara as the light behind Sam and Faith started to grow brighter.
“Hang onto her,” said Doyle, “the ride back is a bumpy one.”
Doyle then looked at Faith.
"Tell Angel... Tell him I'm all right."
Sam had so many more questions but before he could ask he felt himself being tossed back and he grabbed onto Faith as they fell into the small cavern, her landing on top of him and his arms caging her body from any harm.
Both looked up as Angel looked down at them, face worried.
“So?”
“That sucked,” muttered Faith.
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“Three?” asked Dean. “Three children?”
“And someone we trust betrays us,” said Faith. “I’m not sure who, but…”
“It’ll make our son, your future nephew, evil,” said Sam, tears threatening when thinking of his future children. “I can’t, Dean… It can’t happen!”
“It won’t Sammy, we know the truth now, and we can stop it.”
“We have to,” said Faith. “And we’re starting by cutting everyone we’re only acquaintances with off. It’s just us boys, only us.”
“It’s safer, that way,” said Dean. “We can trust Bobby.”
“And Angel,” said Faith. “Maybe not Illyria.”
“God! Don’t say her name,” said Dean, shuddering. “She won’t leave me alone, the sooner we’re out of here the better!”
“Poor Dean,” said Faith, smiling for the first time in a long time.
“It isn’t funny! She keeps saying I’m her pet!” He frowned. “I’m no ones pet.”
A knock at the door had Dean stiffening but it was only Angel and Spike so he relaxed.
“So you headin’ out?” asked Spike.
“First thing tomorrow morning,” said Faith. “What they said really got to us. We need to think some things over.”
“We’d never… I mean…” Angel looked down. “I’d never do that.”
“Angelus would…” Faith looked sad. “I’m sorry Angel, I can’t risk it.”
“I know,” he said softly. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t get all guilt-trippy on me. I trust you Angel…”
“And that’s the problem,” said Angel, nodding. “Someone you trust betrays you.”
“Could be anyone,” said Dean. “Even me.”
“No Dean, not you,” said Sam. “I don’t believe that…”
“Whatever, all this talk of betrayal is making me antsy,” said Spike. “Let’s go patrol.”
“I’ll come with,” said Dean. “I need to kill something.”
“Sure,” said Spike, not mentioning that Illyria would be there as he and Dean walked out. Angel gave one last nod to Faith before exiting the room as well and Faith and Sam were left alone.
They got ready for bed and soon Sam was spooning Faith, hand on her stomach and while it was silent in the room, their thoughts were loud and full of worry.
“What do we do?” asked Faith.
“I’m not sure,” whispered Sam.
“I’m scared,” she admitted, eyes closing as he held her a little tighter.
“Me too…”
And they lay like that, not really getting any sleep, names of who may betray them running though their heads…
Buffy.
Ellen.
Giles.
Bobby.
Willow.
Jo.
Hunters.
Slayers.
Watchers.
Even allied demons. “Maybe we can run away to Alaska?” asked Sam.
Faith laughed, eyes finally closing due to one of his hands rubbing her knotted back.
“Maybe…”
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"Oh, hell..." Dean glared at a chuckling vampire before reluctantly meeting the eyes of Illyria.
"Hello, Pet," she whispered, eyes roaming over his body, making him shift uncomfortably.
"I'm not your-" He grunted as she cut off his words by slamming him against the wall and he'd had enough, he brought up his fist and punched her, making her stumble back. "I'm NOT your pet!"
The next thing he knew, he was on his back, looking up at the pissed off God-King.
"You will learn..." She smirked. "Starting now."
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