Exiles
nwhepcat
Rated R
BtVS/SPN crossover; Oz, Sam Winchester
Set post-Chosen for BtVS, during Mystery Spot for SPN
Disclaimer: not mine
Summary: Living a loner's life, Oz meets someone even more cut off from other people than he is.
Previous parts are here.As the bathroom door shuts behind Sam, a shiver runs through Oz. To hear the word
kindness spoken in such a hard tone. To know kindness is defined as a silver bullet as far as this guy's concerned. What the fuck has happened to Sam that he's got scars crisscrossing his body and his eyes are flat and cold as chips of flint? Sam's younger than Oz, he's pretty sure of it. What made him a hunter?
It's never Career Day at school. There's bound to be a story, full of blood and grief.
Doesn't mean Oz has to stick around and become another hunter's story. If he had any sense, he'd get the hell out of Dodge. Do it now, while Sam's trying to scrub off what's left of the poultice. Oz knows from personal experience that a sander would do a lot better job than the shower, which offers more of a dribble than a spray on its best days. He could gain a lot of ground in forty-five minutes to an hour. Grab the bag he always keeps packed and head on out, pausing only to slash the tires of the big black car across from the laundromat.
And what about Alice? He promised her that he'd stick around as long as Sam's here. It doesn't matter whether or not Oz thinks Sam is a threat to her -- he makes her uneasy and he's got to respect that. Instinct -- Oz lives by it and the price of ignoring it can be death. He's not discounting hers.
And Oz could be wrong. Just because Sam has the lean, obsessive look of a demon killer, it doesn't mean humans are safe -- even the ones who are human 24/7, month in and month out. Men who don't develop an appreciation for the subtle degrees of the human and the demonic probably won't have an easy time with the interstitial nature of a girl like Alice. She has plenty to be wary of from your average guy, much less a man whose vocation is killing things.
Oz can't bring himself to disappear on her for three days, and he sure as hell can't bolt into the desert and take her along. Much as he likes her, he knows he's far more of a danger to her on these nights than Sam.
Oz wishes he and Alice had called 911 the second they saw Sam collapse and walked away from the whole thing.
A surge of restlessness moves through him, and he knows it's the wolf, pacing his cage, aware that it's only hours until he's free. Oz grabs his bag and the box of supplies he's already gathered and takes them out to his van. He heads to the gas station a few blocks away and fills the tank, then parks along the street. Now he can slip out tonight without alerting half the neighborhood when he starts the van.
Slip out. Abandon Alice, he means.
This is lousy. He feels like a shitheel.
