Title: Sÿn

Rated for: Each chapter will have its own rating. This one is M

Fandom/Universe: Supernatural / Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sÿndra Whade

Pairings: Dean/OC

Spoilers/Warning: ?

Disclaimer: Supernatural and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. Buffy The Vampire Slayer and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon. No infringement intended.

Summary: Sunnydale sunk, The Scoobies went off to gather all activated Potentials... they missed one. John thought he was saving her...

Status: In-Progress

Author's Note: I realize this might be too soon for some of you but I have a plan and this is part of it.

Chapter: I Slipped Through His Hands

I Slipped Through His Hands

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There's a restlessness. She's felt it before, Hunting with John and more at the Road House. She's coming into her 3rd year as The Slayer and its been longer than any of the others. She hasn't dealt with anything remotely slayery since the Bringers. And they haven't found her.

Yet.

But it doesn't feel right. Hunting with John is no excuse either, because it had been an excuse to hide from anything to do with Slayer business.

And that's not good.

She has a calling, even if she doesn't understand why it came so late but then, the Powers That Be are working their own timeline. Who is she to question it? Just an expendable girl, right?

'What if I'm not?'

Sÿndra knows her time is coming…

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Its not bad; the bar he walks into. It's the same smoky atmosphere, the murmur of voices and the smell of stale beer. He orders a beer at the bar and looks around the establishment, picking out the drunks he could easily dupe into a game of pool. There's only one table and its in use.

He takes the beer and finds a seat close enough he can watch the game and the players. He's a little surprised to find the girl at the table. And more when he notices she's the one taking the cash.

He sets his quarter at the end of the line- only four so he's got plenty of time to sit and drink his beer. Long enough to see who's gonna be his target. And he notices when she looks at him.

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Sÿndra decides its in her interest to stop for the night. The restlessness is not going to keep her awake and the drive to StarCity is not short. She's gone over the conversation with Jo the past hundred miles; maybe Sÿndra should've taken Jo on that camping trip… And then explained it wasn't just camping. She wonders if that would have appeased Jo for a little while.

She takes a room in the first hotel she sees. All she grabs from the trunk is her overnight bag; a back pack with a change of clothes, basic toiletries and the Hunter necessities as John believes. The canister of salt, the flask of holy water, the rosary, her silver dagger, the UV flashlight and the gun with silver and metal rounds. Each in their own clip, of course. The room is like all the others she can remember; dark colored rug she will not be walking on barefoot, a bed and the flattest pillows she's ever seen. There's a TV and dresser, next to that is the door to the bathroom. She takes a look and finds a clean shower, toilet and sink.

It takes her 5minutes to secure the room, then she drops her back on the dresser next to the TV and walks out. She heads to the bar she saw. It's a good walk and some of the restless energy is worked out by the time she reaches the faded blue door peppered with gouges and nicks.

Inside is what she thought it would be; dark, musty and old. Its not exactly full of drunks but its not empty either. She orders a ginger ale from the bartender who gives her a funny look before handing it over. She takes it, sipping as she slowly walks through the space. There's a pool table and she watches the men, thinking if its worth the trouble and after 2 games she sets her won quarter behind the 3rd one with a smile at the looks she gets. She hopes that doesn't scare them off.

"I like when you smile, Sÿn."

She covers the frown and walks to the separation trying to ignore the voice and the reminder of what she's lost. That's when her eyes pick out the three men in the dark corner. They have a game going and it's the perfect distraction while the pool table clears up.

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Dean can tell she's playing them. Her attention is split; between him and the man she's playing with. It doesn't affect her game though.

Its his turn. He smiles taking up the cue and she motions him to break. He's about to decline but then why not? He sinks the stripes; 2 and then he misses.

She takes the solids, sinks the first and misses the 2nd.

Dean misses on his first try. He steps back and watches her serious expression as it passes over him. She bends down to take her shot and he's not looking at her hands.

She misses.

Again, Dean misses his stripe and looks at her. She frowns, her eyes narrowing as she studies him in silence. She can tell he's missing in purpose, it's the calm demeanor that gives him away and she doesn't like being toyed with.

"Do you want to make this interesting?" Dean asks when he takes a step closer to her.

"That would depend…" Sÿndra ignores the slight shiver his voice sent through her.

"On what, darlin'." Dean offers a slow, sexy smile, leaning in to her just a little more. He's been watching her play, watching the way she moves, the fit of her jeans, her hands and the way she handles the cue stick…

"How stupid you think I am." Sÿndra replies. She brushes past him and takes the next solid. She ignores the tingling all along her side where she touched him.

Dean fumbles. He frowns and turns to see her sink all the solids without missing. And then she takes 9 bouncing it from one end of the table to the corner pocket.

"Enjoy the rest of your night." Sÿndra drops the cue stick on the table and grabs the $20's in a neat little pile. She walks past the complaints of how they haven't gotten a chance to win back their cash.

"Sorry guys," Dean leaves too. "Change of plans." He catches up to her outside in the parking lot. "Hey! The game's not over."

"I don't need the trouble so go back and hustle the fools I left behind." Sÿndra orders over her shoulder. She doesn't stop walking away from him.

"Who said anyth-." Dean lengthens his stride and nods. "Alright. How about a beer?"

"I'm driving." Sÿndra replies without looking at him.

"Me too." Dean agrees. "You know, that was rude." He sees the frown on her face when she finally glances at him. "You didn't tell me your name."

"Go away." She chooses then to cut across the street. Much to her annoyance, so does he.

"Baby-."

"I'm not." Sÿndra stops on the sidewalk. "Not your 'baby', not your 'darling'. No." she points her finger at him like he's a child that needs berating.

Dean should be annoyed by that, by her … he's surprised that he's finding this amusing.

"No?" he echoes trying to hide the smile tugging at his mouth.

Sÿndra stares up at him. She can see the slight confusion on his face and the twitch of his lips; he doesn't believe her.

"Hasn't anyone ever said 'No' to you before?" she wonders in confusion. He couldn't always have been this good looking, and at one point he had to have been clumsy and awkward… right?

"Who hasn't?" Dean shrugs. He's been told No before and some actually meant the No. but there had been a few that said it without meaning it and a little charm always got that Yes they had wanted to say in the first place. Besides, what was a No in world of a Yes at the next bar? "I just… not often I get a flat No."

"Congratulations." Sÿndra flashes a stiff smile and turns away from him. "No."

"N-? Hey!" Dean follows her, confused she's really saying No and wondering why its bugging him and why he's still interested.

"You're not that pretty." Sÿndra tosses over her shoulder and keeps walking. Really, she's just annoyed by the strange feeling she gets around him. She doesn't like not knowing what it is or why it is. 'What does it mean?' she wonders and then the possibility this is another Slayer thing. Some kind of warning signal…?

"Now I'm positive you like me." Dean grins. He hurries to get in front of her and stops. "You just hustled me back there. The least you can do is-."

"I don't drink." Sÿndra cuts in.

"Don't…?" Dean frowns but he shrugs it off. "At all?" he wonders.

She arches a dark eyebrow, annoyance flitting across her features.

"Alright." Dean agrees. "Okay then…" he smiles and takes a step closer to her.

Sÿndra doesn't move, though she does have to lean her head back to keep eye contact with him. 'He s really tall.' She frowns on the heels of that thought.

Dean runs his knuckles lightly over her cheek and gets that feeling; like a warm surge of energy. He feels her slight flinch at his touch. 'She feels it too.' Of that he's certain and it brings a smile to his face. Her eyes are dark and wide but she doesn't move away when he bends down to her, his eyes locked with hers. He can feel her lean into him and threads his fingers into her loose hair.

Sÿndra holds her breath, she feels the warmth pooling in her belly. The soft touch of his hand on her face, skimming down the line of her jaw and the soft breath that skims over her lips-

"No." Sÿndra jerks out of his reach. She bats his hand out of her hair and frowns up at him. "Go away." She scowls, frustrated with the soft, breathless sound of her voice and the heat flushing her face with a blush she can't hide. 'What the hell is this?'

Dean frowns. He felt it too, heat and want and he's not sure this is a good thing after all. He takes a step away from her. "Yeah." He agrees clearing his throat. "You're right."

Sÿndra feels disappointed and then she's angry because of it. And confused because … Is she right?

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Its quiet.

He's not sure what to say or if its something he should even mention but then- what the hell? Why wouldn't she have told him?

"…is…?" Sÿndra stops and draws a breath because he's tense and maybe it wasn't what he expected. "I…thank you." She closes her eyes and bites her lip. 'What the hell? Why did I say that?'

"Thank you?" Dean echoes. He's not sure if he's supposed to be angry or if he'd rather laugh.

"Umm…?"

"You … you're a- were…" Dean drags in a breath and throws his arm over his face.

"Well," Sÿndra chances a glance at him, raising her head from his chest. "Not anymore."

That seems to get a snort of laughter from Dean but he doesn't say anything and it makes her nervous.

"You don't-. I mean, does it bother you …?" she stops when he moves his arm and lifts his head off the pillows to look at her.

He can see her confusion and something about the uncertainty in her expression makes him push aside how he feels about the not knowing. His hand cups on her cheek, thumb tracing her soft lips and then pulls her towards him.

Sÿndra doesn't even hesitate. She feels like a lost child trying to hold on to the only familiar thing left and yet she doesn't even know his name.

Dean hasn't felt anything near this before. He's not in a hurry to move on and while he's always been about sharing the pleasing, its different here. He's got no thoughts about tomorrow - he wont allow those thoughts.

Her hands are tentative, sliding down his chest around his hips and up his back in a slow path. Her lips are soft, her teeth biting down on his lip and the heat pooling in his groin ignites into something else. She doesn't hesitate to wrap her legs around his waist when he grabs her thigh. She'd thought, at first, there was no way they'd fit but …

"Why?" Dean frowns, he's crazy to be asking but it just came out.

Sÿndra blinks up at him. "What…? Why you?" her brow furrows. "Why now?" what's she supposed to tell him? Because she doesn't know why . She huffs a breath. "You're seriously asking me 'why', now?"

Dean blinks. He nods and he's gotta be the biggest idiot ever. "Right." He can ask her later.

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Sÿndra's been staring at him, trying to figure out why this feels … she can't explain the feeling and that's frustrating. "Is… does it always…?" she trails off watching the slight furrowing of his brow.

"Always what?" Dean questions. He trails his fingers through her hair feeling like he's got no worries, nothing pending, nothing to Hunt or kill and nothing on his ass.

Just the girl lying on top of him.

"…Feel like this." She whispers, her eyes drops to his mouth and the smile that ghosts over it.

"…different with … others." He doesn't like the thought of her finding out. "What did you feel?" and that deepens his frown. 'Where the hell did that come from?'

She's not sure she wants to tell him. She doesn't know his name, she's never going to see him again so… that thought; not seeing him again… it makes pit in her stomach, feels like a band squeezing her chest trying to cut off her breaths…

"I guess… it felt like, drowning?" she frowns because that's not exactly it. "That desperate feeling when you can't breathe…" she offers an embarrassed shrug and peeks at his through her lashes. "Panic." She admits softly. "I felt… like I… I needed you." She touches her fingers to his mouth, her expression thoughtful. "And then… it was… I don't know, just… full."

"Huh?" Dean's brow furrows.

"Shut up." Sÿndra lightly slaps her hand over his face. "You're the one asking." She retorts at Dean's chuckle. "And if you make fun of me for sounding like some sappy moron…."

Dean rolls them so she's lying on the bed. "Go on." He urges, grinning at her. "I want to hear this threat."

"No threat, blondie." Sÿndra smiles. "I only make promises." She says softly. She hesitates to kiss him, her hands resting on his shoulders slowly twine around his neck and tugs him down. She can feel his arms slip around her, pulling her into him and she feels it too.

Like they're too far apart even though he's right there.

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