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Title: Driven
Author: Kelios
Crossover: BSG/Supernatural
Pairing: Kara/Dean
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Implied d/s sexual/emotional relationship
A/N: I've never watched BSG, so I really don't know Kara beyond what I read online. Sorry if she came out wrong. This is in response to the prompt Kara/Dean, dominance from comment_fic.
She's never let anyone do this before. Bind her, hold her down, control her--for as long as she can remember, her life has been war, a fight to stay alive against nearly impossible odds. But Dean Winchester is different. He's gentle but implacable, sensing what she needs and forcing her--gently--to accept it.
They don't leave her quarters for three days. In between sex, they talk, small talk at first, comparing scars and war stories, but she can't let it go at that. She pries the story of his life out of him, senses that this is a story seldom told but worth hearing, then wonders if she's fucking a madman. He tells her of horrors, things that lurk in the night, that only he and his family and a handful of others know about. He tells her, with a straight face, how to kill a ghost or a vengeful spirit, how to destroy a poltergeist, protect oneself from demons, and a host of other insane, impossible things that she somehow believes utterly. His voice cracks when he mentions his brother, but he doesn't break and that's the one story she can't get out of him.
By the end of the third day, she's damn near addictied. Dean Winchester is smart, funny, handsome, brave....and he makes her feel safe. No one, anywhere, has ever made her feel that way. When he tells her what he wants her to do, she doesn't fight, because she knows, somehow, that he won't hurt her. She's never let her guard down this far, and it feels so good to just relax. To let someone else take control and be responsible for just a little while.
In the end, it's too much. Being with Dean is dangerous. His strength makes her weak, makes her forget that she will never truly be safe, not really. He's like a drug--when she's with him, he's all she can see and she knows all too well that that kind of focus will kill her. Or worse, kill him. For all that he's a hunter, he's never even imagined the kind of danger she sees around them, and she's desperate to keep him safe. So she drives him away, harsh words and mockery and disbelief until he finally gives up. He kisses her before he leaves, whispers I understand and she goes ballistic, screaming and throwing whatever comes to hand, torn between begging him to stay and wishing she'd never met him.
A week later, when she's asked to fly what is, to all intents, a suicide mission, she agrees without hesitation. She's done with being weak.
Author: Kelios
Crossover: BSG/Supernatural
Pairing: Kara/Dean
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Implied d/s sexual/emotional relationship
A/N: I've never watched BSG, so I really don't know Kara beyond what I read online. Sorry if she came out wrong. This is in response to the prompt Kara/Dean, dominance from comment_fic.
She's never let anyone do this before. Bind her, hold her down, control her--for as long as she can remember, her life has been war, a fight to stay alive against nearly impossible odds. But Dean Winchester is different. He's gentle but implacable, sensing what she needs and forcing her--gently--to accept it.
They don't leave her quarters for three days. In between sex, they talk, small talk at first, comparing scars and war stories, but she can't let it go at that. She pries the story of his life out of him, senses that this is a story seldom told but worth hearing, then wonders if she's fucking a madman. He tells her of horrors, things that lurk in the night, that only he and his family and a handful of others know about. He tells her, with a straight face, how to kill a ghost or a vengeful spirit, how to destroy a poltergeist, protect oneself from demons, and a host of other insane, impossible things that she somehow believes utterly. His voice cracks when he mentions his brother, but he doesn't break and that's the one story she can't get out of him.
By the end of the third day, she's damn near addictied. Dean Winchester is smart, funny, handsome, brave....and he makes her feel safe. No one, anywhere, has ever made her feel that way. When he tells her what he wants her to do, she doesn't fight, because she knows, somehow, that he won't hurt her. She's never let her guard down this far, and it feels so good to just relax. To let someone else take control and be responsible for just a little while.
In the end, it's too much. Being with Dean is dangerous. His strength makes her weak, makes her forget that she will never truly be safe, not really. He's like a drug--when she's with him, he's all she can see and she knows all too well that that kind of focus will kill her. Or worse, kill him. For all that he's a hunter, he's never even imagined the kind of danger she sees around them, and she's desperate to keep him safe. So she drives him away, harsh words and mockery and disbelief until he finally gives up. He kisses her before he leaves, whispers I understand and she goes ballistic, screaming and throwing whatever comes to hand, torn between begging him to stay and wishing she'd never met him.
A week later, when she's asked to fly what is, to all intents, a suicide mission, she agrees without hesitation. She's done with being weak.