Part two of fic
This is turning out to be quite a fun little fic to write.
By Larilyn
Summary: Past lives, the Wild West and the Summers sisters. Fun stuff for Sam and Dean.
Spoilers: Through season 1 of Supernatural and the entire series of Buffy.
Disclaimer: Don’t own. Never have. Never will.
Dream On… Part Two
Sam watched with amusement as a clearly irritated Dean dropped his duffel unceremoniously on the bed.
“This blows. I can’t believe there are no hotel rooms anywhere in this damned town.”
Sam shrugged, blatantly enjoying his brother’s annoyance. “KU versus Nebraska, Dean. The football fanatics have taken over. We’re just lucky that Buffy and Dawn have a guest room.”
“With a double bed. Damn, I hate sleeping with you.”
Sam fought off a grin when Dean narrowed his eyes and accused, “You’re a kicker.”
“I am not.”
“Oh yes you are. You think I spent my entire childhood sporting bruised shins for the sake of fashion? Man, you kicked the crap out of me.”
“You probably deserved it,” Sam reasoned as he surveyed the framed photographs on the chest of drawers and bureau.
One photograph showed Buffy, a dark-haired guy, and a red-headed girl. The three looked to be in their late teens. Another photo was of a younger Dawn and a man with shockingly blonde hair. Sam picked up the third photo. Buffy and Dawn surrounded a smiling woman. “I think this must be their mom.”
“Lemme see.” Dean took the picture from Sam and studied it.
He thrust it back at Sam. “Man, I hate this. Here I thought I was being rewarded somehow with these very, very nice dreams…”
“Nice? Missouri said dark and tragic.”
“Believe me; what we’ve been doing in our dreams isn’t what I’d call tragic. You know what I mean?”
Sam had a pretty good idea, but it was fun to tease his brother. “Golly gee, Dean, whatever do you mean?”
Dean glared at him.
Sam laughed a bit and asked, “So what exactly about this is so bad? I mean you’ve got her here, under the same roof… or is that the problem?”
“Shit, Sammy, it’s embarrassing. I hate embarrassing. I don’t do well with embarrassing.”
With a sage-like tone guaranteed to annoy Dean, Sam said, “Maybe if you’d have had some practice actually facing your conquests the next morning…”
“Mmm hmm, and sweet, sensitive Sammy always spends the night.”
Sam gave Dean a pointed look.
“Oh my God, you do. You mean to tell me that you’ve never done the walk of shame?”
“I’ve never done the walk of shame.”
“Sam,” Dean shook his head in mock dismay, “That’s sick.” Then he accused, “You probably like to cuddle too.”
“Forgive me if I choose to care about a girl before I…”
“…physically express your love for her?” Dean interrupted while batting his eyes.
“I hate you.”
“You love me. You know why? Because I’m damned lovable.”
Sam prepared a retort but a feminine voice made him jump.
“Hey guys.”
Dean gave Dawn an appraising look and a half grin. “Hey Dawn, what’s up?”
Dawn leaned against the doorframe. Her hand rested gently on the head of a creature that had to be a mix between a dog and a Mack Truck. When he had greeted them at the door, Sam had to stop Dean from reaching for his gun. Buffy called him a Bernese Mountain Dog but Dean had challenged that he must be a preternatural beast of some kind.
“Buffy wants to know if you need anything.”
“Um, no,” Sam said. “I think we’re um…okay. Good. We’re good.” For the life of him Sam could not figure out why his tongue suddenly felt three sizes too big for his mouth. Dawn smiled at him and Sam blushed from head to toe.
“Have anything to eat around here, gorgeous?” Dean asked.
Sam attempted an apology for his brother. “Dean thinks only of his stomach.”
“Now Sam, that’s not true. I think of other things.”
Dawn ignored Dean, which made Sam like her even more. “Well you don’t want Buffy to cook. Even Fluffy here won’t eat it. You guys up for going out?”
Dean grinned, “Baby, I’m up for anything.”
And for some reason that Sam couldn’t fathom, he kicked Dean in the shins.
*****
Sam didn’t even try to hide his amusement at his brother. Dean wouldn’t have noticed anyway so Sam watched him with a sparkly-eyed grin.
The older Winchester, meanwhile, watched Buffy with an open-mouthed, glazed over stare.
“Mmm…God. This is amazing. It’s just soooo good.”
“Good burger, Buffy?” Sam asked while simultaneously kicking Dean under the table to snap him out of it.
“Greasy bar food makes Buffy happy.”
“It also makes Buffy talk in the third person,” Dawn added.
“Um, yeah,” Dean shook himself off and rose from the table. “I need another beer. Sammy?”
“No. I’m good. Thanks.”
“I’ll take another,” Buffy said with a mouthful of fries.
Dean sighed and asked Dawn, “Another club soda, sweetheart?”
Dawn glared at Buffy while she answered Dean, “No, thank you.”
Dean shrugged and left for the bar, leaving Sam alone with the Summers sisters.
Dawn continued to glare at Buffy.
“What? You’re only twenty and you’re driving.”
“I always have to drive.”
“And until you are twenty-one, you always will.”
“I always have to drive because you can’t, you big freak.”
“Sticks and stones may break my bones but your big sister will always take care of you.”
“I’m totally grown-up and I can take care of myself.”
“Oh my God, how many times are we going to have this fight?”
“I don’t know. How long are you going to keep treating me like I’m twelve?”
Sam felt like he was watching ping-pong. “I’m gonna go help Dean with the drinks. Okay? Okay.”
Dean was leaning against the bar, cradling his beer when Sam approached, “Man, they are worse than us.”
Dean turned and looked at the girls arguing. He watched Buffy for a minute before letting out a pitiful exhale, “Man, I hate this. I feel like a pimply-faced fifteen year-old.”
“It’s not that bad.”
“Sam…I was drooling.”
Sam couldn’t help it. He let a snicker escape.
“And apparently, I don’t have the same effect on her.”
Sam followed Dean’s gaze. Buffy and Dawn were intently watching a guy at the other end of the bar.
“Who is that guy?”
“Dunno.”
The guy left and seconds later Buffy was leaving, hot on the trails of the stranger.
“And where is she going?” Sam asked.
Dean put his beer down on the counter and said, “I think I’ll find out.”
Sam thought about calling out for Dean to stop, but realized it was fruitless. Dean would do what Dean wanted to do.
Sam went back to their table where Dawn sat, casually sipping her club soda.
“Where did Buffy go?”
Dawn looked up at Sam with those big blue eyes of hers. “She told us to stay here.”
“Too late. Dean’s already gone after her.”
Dawn closed her eyes. “Does Dean know what Buffy is?”
Sam looked at Dawn with absolute puzzlement.
“Crap.” Dawn stood and began to dig through her purse for her wallet. Under her breath she bitched, “She does this all of the time. Gotta go get the baddie. I’ll just leave Dawn with the bill.” She tossed a couple of twenties on the table and said to Sam, “Let’s go before your brother does something stupid.”
*****
What Sam saw when he and Dawn caught up to Dean was unexpected, to say the least.
Dean was holding his gun on Buffy. She was standing with her arms crossed over her chest looking annoyed.
Dawn complained, “I knew he would do something stupid.”
“Dean? What the hell are you doing?”
“She’s a demon, Sammy.”
“I am so not a demon, moron.”
“Explain the super strength, then.”
Sam shook his head. “Dean, what the hell is going on?”
“She turned that guy to dust, Sam.”
Buffy rolled her eyes at Dean, really not caring that he was pointing a gun at her. “Yeah, doofus, because he was the bad guy. I am the good guy. The Slayer? Hello?”
Sam and Dean looked at each other with similar clueless expressions.
“Great. Of course.” Buffy sighed. “First off, guns are never helpful.”
With lightning quick speed Buffy took the gun from Dean’s hand and bent the barrel down at an odd angle.
“Hey!”
“Second… I don’t even have a second. Have you been dreaming of my past self knitting and baking pies? I don’t think so.”
“Actually, I’ve mostly been dreaming of you and I…”
“Don’t even think of finishing that sentence!”
Sam quickly changed the subject back. “So you kill demons?”
“And vampires. Occasionally I prevent an apocalypse. That’s always fun.”
“I can’t believe you broke my gun,” Dean looked forlornly down at it. “I like this gun.”
“Oh my God, whine much?”
*****
Sam sat on the floor in front of the fireplace, rubbing the ears of Buffy and Dawn’s pony-sized dog.
“So I bet you guys have some great stories,” Dawn said. She and Buffy sat on their overstuffed couch.
“We have a few,” Sam admitted.
“Hey Sam,” Dean piped up from his spot across the room from Sam. “Why don’t you tell them about the time you got kidnapped by a bunch of redneck humans with absolutely no preternatural abilities whatsoever? He scared the hell out of me. And of course I had to rescue him.”
“Isn’t that the same time that you got knocked out by a thirteen year-old girl?”
Buffy leaned in to her sister and pretended to tell her in confidence, “See Dawn? Testosterone poisoning. All men have it.”
“Even British ones?”
“It’s not as pronounced. Something about the tea, I think.”
“Funny,” Dean snorted. “I bet you’ve got some tales to tell, Little Miss Vampire Slayer.”
“A few. And its Little Ms. Vampire Slayer.”
“We’ve come up against some vampires ourselves, you know. Tough stuff.”
Buffy shrugged. “Not so much. A stake through the heart and poof, dusty.”
Dean scoffed, “Stakes don’t work.”
“What moron told you that?”
Dean bristled. “Our father. Who was a great hunter and…”
Sam interrupted and tried to explain, “We thought decapitation was the only way.”
“Decapitation is always good.”
“And they don’t usually turn to dust.”
This intrigued Buffy. “Really. Telly more please.”
Sam continued to explain what he and Dean had encountered. “Well, they traveled in packs.”
Dawn piped up. “Virals.”
Dean came out of his pout and asked, “What was that?”
“Viral vampires. They’re pretty rare. They can go out in sunlight without bursting into flames and stakes don’t work on them. But they don’t have the physical strength of the regular kind.”
Sam was pretty intrigued himself at this point and asked Dawn. “There is more than one kind of vampire?”
“Mmm hmm. Different species. You know, like a wolf and a Pomeranian. They may not be exactly the same but they’re still dogs.”
Dean asked, “So these viral vamps are…”
“Pomeranians,” Buffy supplied with a grin.
Dean stared at her with narrowed eyes and then opened his mouth to retort.
“So,” Sam interrupted, “You’re both going to KU? What are you studying?”
“Buffy is majoring in Psych.”
Dean mumbled, “I should make a smart-ass comment about that but I can’t seem to think of one.”
“And I’m studying Archeology. Ancient languages, really.”
Buffy bragged, “Dawn’s got a knack. She can read Aramaic and Sumerian and those little picture thingies.”
“Hieroglyphs?” Sam was impressed. “Wow. That’s really…wow.”
“Especially to Sammy here, who’s been having trouble with English lately.”
Sam blushed and to his delight, so did Dawn.
*****
“Ow,” Sam muttered as Dean kicked him in the shins. Then his brother turned over, taking all of the covers with him.
“You said that I was the kicker, dude.” Sam climbed out of bed and shook his head at his sleeping brother.
The double bed thing was clearly not working. Sam took his pillow and padded barefoot to the living room couch.
“Can’t sleep?”
Sam jumped at Dawn’s voice.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
She was curled on the couch with Fluffy and a pint of Ben & Jerry’s. “I couldn’t sleep either. Wanna share?”
Dawn held up a second spoon which Sam took. He flopped down next to the dog. “Fluffy hasn’t been using this has he?”
“Nah. It’s for Buffy. She insisted she wasn’t going to go to sleep tonight. Didn’t want to have any more sex dreams about your brother.”
Sam shuddered. “I can’t blame her. That’s scarier than any demon.”
Dawn laughed, “Actually, Dean’s pretty hot.”
Sam raised his eyebrows at her.
“Not as hot as you of course,” she amended.
“Of course,” Sam agreed, shoving a spoonful of Chunky Monkey into his mouth. “So Buffy didn’t want to dream. Why are you up?”
“Just one of those nights,” she sighed, feeding Fluffy a spoonful of ice cream. Then, appallingly, she took another spoonful and ate it herself.
Sam subtly set his spoon on the coffee table.
“Actually,” Dawn informed him, “a dog’s mouth is cleaner than a human’s.”
“And I thought I was being subtle.”
“I’m observant. It’s a curse.”
Sam picked up his spoon and dug back in.
“Brave. I like that in a guy.”
“What can I say? I’m a risk taker.”
Suddenly, Fluffy jumped off of the couch and trotted purposefully to Buffy’s bedroom. He sat in front of the closed door and whined pitifully.
“What’s with your dog?”
“I dunno. He’s never done that.”
Just as Dawn began to unwind her limbs and Sam started to climb off of the couch, their siblings let out simultaneous cries of distress.
Sam and Dawn dashed down the hall together.
Dawn threw open Buffy’s door and rushed to her sister’s side. Sam caught a glimpse of Buffy sitting straight up in her bed, looking quite pale.
As Sam reached for Dean’s door, Dean himself flung it open. He was sweating and wide-eyed.
“Dean?” Sam reached out and touched his brother gently on the shoulder. “Are you okay?”
Dean didn’t answer. He only had eyes for the pretty blonde who was being comforted by her sister and her dog.
“Dean?”
When Dean spoke his voice was heavier and thicker than Sam was used to hearing. “No Sammy. I’m not.”
Dean pushed past Sam to get to Buffy. He perched on her bed and reached out to her.
What Buffy did next seemed to Sam to be completely contrary to her nature. She fell into Dean’s arms and sobbed uncontrollably. Dean held her tight and rocked her.
Dawn met Sam’s eyes and left her sister’s side, giving her one final touch on the back.
She joined Sam in the hall and he reached past her to shut the door. Quietly, he told Dawn, “I think Missouri was right. We’ve moved into dark and tragic territory now.”
So this chapter is a little more Sam-centric. Don't know why, it just turned out that way.
I actually have the whole weekend off, so I may even update my website. (I wouldn't hold my breath though.)
By Larilyn
Summary: Past lives, the Wild West and the Summers sisters. Fun stuff for Sam and Dean.
Spoilers: Through season 1 of Supernatural and the entire series of Buffy.
Disclaimer: Don’t own. Never have. Never will.
Dream On… Part Two
Sam watched with amusement as a clearly irritated Dean dropped his duffel unceremoniously on the bed.
“This blows. I can’t believe there are no hotel rooms anywhere in this damned town.”
Sam shrugged, blatantly enjoying his brother’s annoyance. “KU versus Nebraska, Dean. The football fanatics have taken over. We’re just lucky that Buffy and Dawn have a guest room.”
“With a double bed. Damn, I hate sleeping with you.”
Sam fought off a grin when Dean narrowed his eyes and accused, “You’re a kicker.”
“I am not.”
“Oh yes you are. You think I spent my entire childhood sporting bruised shins for the sake of fashion? Man, you kicked the crap out of me.”
“You probably deserved it,” Sam reasoned as he surveyed the framed photographs on the chest of drawers and bureau.
One photograph showed Buffy, a dark-haired guy, and a red-headed girl. The three looked to be in their late teens. Another photo was of a younger Dawn and a man with shockingly blonde hair. Sam picked up the third photo. Buffy and Dawn surrounded a smiling woman. “I think this must be their mom.”
“Lemme see.” Dean took the picture from Sam and studied it.
He thrust it back at Sam. “Man, I hate this. Here I thought I was being rewarded somehow with these very, very nice dreams…”
“Nice? Missouri said dark and tragic.”
“Believe me; what we’ve been doing in our dreams isn’t what I’d call tragic. You know what I mean?”
Sam had a pretty good idea, but it was fun to tease his brother. “Golly gee, Dean, whatever do you mean?”
Dean glared at him.
Sam laughed a bit and asked, “So what exactly about this is so bad? I mean you’ve got her here, under the same roof… or is that the problem?”
“Shit, Sammy, it’s embarrassing. I hate embarrassing. I don’t do well with embarrassing.”
With a sage-like tone guaranteed to annoy Dean, Sam said, “Maybe if you’d have had some practice actually facing your conquests the next morning…”
“Mmm hmm, and sweet, sensitive Sammy always spends the night.”
Sam gave Dean a pointed look.
“Oh my God, you do. You mean to tell me that you’ve never done the walk of shame?”
“I’ve never done the walk of shame.”
“Sam,” Dean shook his head in mock dismay, “That’s sick.” Then he accused, “You probably like to cuddle too.”
“Forgive me if I choose to care about a girl before I…”
“…physically express your love for her?” Dean interrupted while batting his eyes.
“I hate you.”
“You love me. You know why? Because I’m damned lovable.”
Sam prepared a retort but a feminine voice made him jump.
“Hey guys.”
Dean gave Dawn an appraising look and a half grin. “Hey Dawn, what’s up?”
Dawn leaned against the doorframe. Her hand rested gently on the head of a creature that had to be a mix between a dog and a Mack Truck. When he had greeted them at the door, Sam had to stop Dean from reaching for his gun. Buffy called him a Bernese Mountain Dog but Dean had challenged that he must be a preternatural beast of some kind.
“Buffy wants to know if you need anything.”
“Um, no,” Sam said. “I think we’re um…okay. Good. We’re good.” For the life of him Sam could not figure out why his tongue suddenly felt three sizes too big for his mouth. Dawn smiled at him and Sam blushed from head to toe.
“Have anything to eat around here, gorgeous?” Dean asked.
Sam attempted an apology for his brother. “Dean thinks only of his stomach.”
“Now Sam, that’s not true. I think of other things.”
Dawn ignored Dean, which made Sam like her even more. “Well you don’t want Buffy to cook. Even Fluffy here won’t eat it. You guys up for going out?”
Dean grinned, “Baby, I’m up for anything.”
And for some reason that Sam couldn’t fathom, he kicked Dean in the shins.
*****
Sam didn’t even try to hide his amusement at his brother. Dean wouldn’t have noticed anyway so Sam watched him with a sparkly-eyed grin.
The older Winchester, meanwhile, watched Buffy with an open-mouthed, glazed over stare.
“Mmm…God. This is amazing. It’s just soooo good.”
“Good burger, Buffy?” Sam asked while simultaneously kicking Dean under the table to snap him out of it.
“Greasy bar food makes Buffy happy.”
“It also makes Buffy talk in the third person,” Dawn added.
“Um, yeah,” Dean shook himself off and rose from the table. “I need another beer. Sammy?”
“No. I’m good. Thanks.”
“I’ll take another,” Buffy said with a mouthful of fries.
Dean sighed and asked Dawn, “Another club soda, sweetheart?”
Dawn glared at Buffy while she answered Dean, “No, thank you.”
Dean shrugged and left for the bar, leaving Sam alone with the Summers sisters.
Dawn continued to glare at Buffy.
“What? You’re only twenty and you’re driving.”
“I always have to drive.”
“And until you are twenty-one, you always will.”
“I always have to drive because you can’t, you big freak.”
“Sticks and stones may break my bones but your big sister will always take care of you.”
“I’m totally grown-up and I can take care of myself.”
“Oh my God, how many times are we going to have this fight?”
“I don’t know. How long are you going to keep treating me like I’m twelve?”
Sam felt like he was watching ping-pong. “I’m gonna go help Dean with the drinks. Okay? Okay.”
Dean was leaning against the bar, cradling his beer when Sam approached, “Man, they are worse than us.”
Dean turned and looked at the girls arguing. He watched Buffy for a minute before letting out a pitiful exhale, “Man, I hate this. I feel like a pimply-faced fifteen year-old.”
“It’s not that bad.”
“Sam…I was drooling.”
Sam couldn’t help it. He let a snicker escape.
“And apparently, I don’t have the same effect on her.”
Sam followed Dean’s gaze. Buffy and Dawn were intently watching a guy at the other end of the bar.
“Who is that guy?”
“Dunno.”
The guy left and seconds later Buffy was leaving, hot on the trails of the stranger.
“And where is she going?” Sam asked.
Dean put his beer down on the counter and said, “I think I’ll find out.”
Sam thought about calling out for Dean to stop, but realized it was fruitless. Dean would do what Dean wanted to do.
Sam went back to their table where Dawn sat, casually sipping her club soda.
“Where did Buffy go?”
Dawn looked up at Sam with those big blue eyes of hers. “She told us to stay here.”
“Too late. Dean’s already gone after her.”
Dawn closed her eyes. “Does Dean know what Buffy is?”
Sam looked at Dawn with absolute puzzlement.
“Crap.” Dawn stood and began to dig through her purse for her wallet. Under her breath she bitched, “She does this all of the time. Gotta go get the baddie. I’ll just leave Dawn with the bill.” She tossed a couple of twenties on the table and said to Sam, “Let’s go before your brother does something stupid.”
*****
What Sam saw when he and Dawn caught up to Dean was unexpected, to say the least.
Dean was holding his gun on Buffy. She was standing with her arms crossed over her chest looking annoyed.
Dawn complained, “I knew he would do something stupid.”
“Dean? What the hell are you doing?”
“She’s a demon, Sammy.”
“I am so not a demon, moron.”
“Explain the super strength, then.”
Sam shook his head. “Dean, what the hell is going on?”
“She turned that guy to dust, Sam.”
Buffy rolled her eyes at Dean, really not caring that he was pointing a gun at her. “Yeah, doofus, because he was the bad guy. I am the good guy. The Slayer? Hello?”
Sam and Dean looked at each other with similar clueless expressions.
“Great. Of course.” Buffy sighed. “First off, guns are never helpful.”
With lightning quick speed Buffy took the gun from Dean’s hand and bent the barrel down at an odd angle.
“Hey!”
“Second… I don’t even have a second. Have you been dreaming of my past self knitting and baking pies? I don’t think so.”
“Actually, I’ve mostly been dreaming of you and I…”
“Don’t even think of finishing that sentence!”
Sam quickly changed the subject back. “So you kill demons?”
“And vampires. Occasionally I prevent an apocalypse. That’s always fun.”
“I can’t believe you broke my gun,” Dean looked forlornly down at it. “I like this gun.”
“Oh my God, whine much?”
*****
Sam sat on the floor in front of the fireplace, rubbing the ears of Buffy and Dawn’s pony-sized dog.
“So I bet you guys have some great stories,” Dawn said. She and Buffy sat on their overstuffed couch.
“We have a few,” Sam admitted.
“Hey Sam,” Dean piped up from his spot across the room from Sam. “Why don’t you tell them about the time you got kidnapped by a bunch of redneck humans with absolutely no preternatural abilities whatsoever? He scared the hell out of me. And of course I had to rescue him.”
“Isn’t that the same time that you got knocked out by a thirteen year-old girl?”
Buffy leaned in to her sister and pretended to tell her in confidence, “See Dawn? Testosterone poisoning. All men have it.”
“Even British ones?”
“It’s not as pronounced. Something about the tea, I think.”
“Funny,” Dean snorted. “I bet you’ve got some tales to tell, Little Miss Vampire Slayer.”
“A few. And its Little Ms. Vampire Slayer.”
“We’ve come up against some vampires ourselves, you know. Tough stuff.”
Buffy shrugged. “Not so much. A stake through the heart and poof, dusty.”
Dean scoffed, “Stakes don’t work.”
“What moron told you that?”
Dean bristled. “Our father. Who was a great hunter and…”
Sam interrupted and tried to explain, “We thought decapitation was the only way.”
“Decapitation is always good.”
“And they don’t usually turn to dust.”
This intrigued Buffy. “Really. Telly more please.”
Sam continued to explain what he and Dean had encountered. “Well, they traveled in packs.”
Dawn piped up. “Virals.”
Dean came out of his pout and asked, “What was that?”
“Viral vampires. They’re pretty rare. They can go out in sunlight without bursting into flames and stakes don’t work on them. But they don’t have the physical strength of the regular kind.”
Sam was pretty intrigued himself at this point and asked Dawn. “There is more than one kind of vampire?”
“Mmm hmm. Different species. You know, like a wolf and a Pomeranian. They may not be exactly the same but they’re still dogs.”
Dean asked, “So these viral vamps are…”
“Pomeranians,” Buffy supplied with a grin.
Dean stared at her with narrowed eyes and then opened his mouth to retort.
“So,” Sam interrupted, “You’re both going to KU? What are you studying?”
“Buffy is majoring in Psych.”
Dean mumbled, “I should make a smart-ass comment about that but I can’t seem to think of one.”
“And I’m studying Archeology. Ancient languages, really.”
Buffy bragged, “Dawn’s got a knack. She can read Aramaic and Sumerian and those little picture thingies.”
“Hieroglyphs?” Sam was impressed. “Wow. That’s really…wow.”
“Especially to Sammy here, who’s been having trouble with English lately.”
Sam blushed and to his delight, so did Dawn.
*****
“Ow,” Sam muttered as Dean kicked him in the shins. Then his brother turned over, taking all of the covers with him.
“You said that I was the kicker, dude.” Sam climbed out of bed and shook his head at his sleeping brother.
The double bed thing was clearly not working. Sam took his pillow and padded barefoot to the living room couch.
“Can’t sleep?”
Sam jumped at Dawn’s voice.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
She was curled on the couch with Fluffy and a pint of Ben & Jerry’s. “I couldn’t sleep either. Wanna share?”
Dawn held up a second spoon which Sam took. He flopped down next to the dog. “Fluffy hasn’t been using this has he?”
“Nah. It’s for Buffy. She insisted she wasn’t going to go to sleep tonight. Didn’t want to have any more sex dreams about your brother.”
Sam shuddered. “I can’t blame her. That’s scarier than any demon.”
Dawn laughed, “Actually, Dean’s pretty hot.”
Sam raised his eyebrows at her.
“Not as hot as you of course,” she amended.
“Of course,” Sam agreed, shoving a spoonful of Chunky Monkey into his mouth. “So Buffy didn’t want to dream. Why are you up?”
“Just one of those nights,” she sighed, feeding Fluffy a spoonful of ice cream. Then, appallingly, she took another spoonful and ate it herself.
Sam subtly set his spoon on the coffee table.
“Actually,” Dawn informed him, “a dog’s mouth is cleaner than a human’s.”
“And I thought I was being subtle.”
“I’m observant. It’s a curse.”
Sam picked up his spoon and dug back in.
“Brave. I like that in a guy.”
“What can I say? I’m a risk taker.”
Suddenly, Fluffy jumped off of the couch and trotted purposefully to Buffy’s bedroom. He sat in front of the closed door and whined pitifully.
“What’s with your dog?”
“I dunno. He’s never done that.”
Just as Dawn began to unwind her limbs and Sam started to climb off of the couch, their siblings let out simultaneous cries of distress.
Sam and Dawn dashed down the hall together.
Dawn threw open Buffy’s door and rushed to her sister’s side. Sam caught a glimpse of Buffy sitting straight up in her bed, looking quite pale.
As Sam reached for Dean’s door, Dean himself flung it open. He was sweating and wide-eyed.
“Dean?” Sam reached out and touched his brother gently on the shoulder. “Are you okay?”
Dean didn’t answer. He only had eyes for the pretty blonde who was being comforted by her sister and her dog.
“Dean?”
When Dean spoke his voice was heavier and thicker than Sam was used to hearing. “No Sammy. I’m not.”
Dean pushed past Sam to get to Buffy. He perched on her bed and reached out to her.
What Buffy did next seemed to Sam to be completely contrary to her nature. She fell into Dean’s arms and sobbed uncontrollably. Dean held her tight and rocked her.
Dawn met Sam’s eyes and left her sister’s side, giving her one final touch on the back.
She joined Sam in the hall and he reached past her to shut the door. Quietly, he told Dawn, “I think Missouri was right. We’ve moved into dark and tragic territory now.”
So this chapter is a little more Sam-centric. Don't know why, it just turned out that way.
I actually have the whole weekend off, so I may even update my website. (I wouldn't hold my breath though.)