Freaks, Geeks & Winchesters (Buffy/Tyler, Dean, Sam)
Title: Freaks, Geeks & Winchesters
Author: Lisa
Status: Completed One-Shot
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: BtVS/SPN
Character(s) and/or Pairing(s): Buffy/Tyler, Buffy Summers, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Genre: Action/Adventure, Drama
Summary: Chewing on her lower lip she continued to watch him. Maybe he wasn’t the next Bundy.
Challenge: Written for Journal Excerpt challenge over at Route 66: Destination Sunnydale.
Spoilers/Warnings: N/A
Beta: Thank to Kaye for the beta, any mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are copyright of Joss Whedon & ME. No infringement intended. Supernatural and all related characters are copyright of Eric Kripke. No infringement intended. The Graphic was created by Dana at Chosen Art. I take no credit for it.
Distribution: Not without permission from myself.
With the full moon rising high in the clear mid-night sky it cast the neighborhood in a pale glittery light. Spring was beginning to bloom in the quiet neighborhood and already a few had begun to clear up their planters and started to get a head start on the year’s landscaping.
A slight figure emerged from the shadows, leaping over a low picket fence, like a hurdler vying for the win, before they continued to run down the street. Their legs pumped madly as their shoes clicked rapidly against the pavement of the sidewalk breaking into the silence of the night. They veered to the left across a front lawn, an exposed root causing the figure to stumble and roll over across the dewy grass.
Buffy felt the breath squeezed from her lungs, as she made impact. Wheezing, she scrambled behind some shrubbery, gasping for air. The shrub was full but more importantly it escaped any light that the moon offered, keeping her concealed.
Her baby blue shirt clung tightly to her body as sweat trickled down her spine and chest. With a slight shift in position Buffy rested against the wooden fence while she attempted to catch her breath and collect her thoughts.
Her delicate fingers twirled around her long blonde locks while she snuggled closer into Tyler’s embrace. His letterman’s jacket engulfed her petite frame and Calvin Klein’s latest scent filled her nostrils. Gods, he smelt good.
“They’re both just so - so creepy. Like they’re going to go postal on you at any time. I mean, seriously, grunge is so yester year.” Clare puckered her pink lips while she took a leisurely sip of her cherry coke. “Buffy, you’ve got to tell Tyler what the gawky looking brother did the other day in the café.”
Buffy leaned in towards the group and felt a thrill of power as they all wiggled closer. Tyler lifted his arm and flung it casually over her shoulders as he shifted in his chair. Tilting her head back at her boyfriend she exposed her neck before she batted her lashes coyly at him. He winked before she turned her attention back to her friends. “Oh my god it was so embarrassing, he like, talked to me!”
Their squeals were drowned out by the sound of the door chime. Simultaneously their attention was drawn towards the door. As the two brothers walked in they let out a collective gasp before bursting out into laughter.
Tyler lifted his right left hand and made a backwards ‘L’ on his forehead causing his girlfriend to bury her face in his chest to muffle her laughter.
As the older brother, Dean, flipped them off, Tyler pushed Buffy off him and stood causing his chair to scrape across the floor.
“Tyler!” Buffy called his name before she shot his friend a look. “Do something!”
Jacob shook his head and grabbed his friend’s arm. “Man, it’s not worth it. We’ll get him later. We’ll teach him and his ‘girlfriend’,” Jacob raised his voice to ensure that the two of them heard him. “I mean brother. Teach them some respect.”
Buffy ran her fingers through her messy hair as she let out a puff of air. Two days later Sam had to go to the infirmary for a sprained arm. Apparently he tripped down a flight of stairs, but she had heard Tyler and the rest of the football team laughing at their success after practice.
“Buffy!”
The voice boomed and she jumped in surprise. He sounded close, too close.
Buffy knocked on the door, which happened to be both unlocked and open. The rickety door swung open exposing a run down and bare living room. “Hel-hello?” Her voice squeaked out. Nervously her eyes shifted around the room. “Dean? Sam?”
Hesitating at the threshold for a few moments she wondered if they’d been robbed and that’s why the door was open. Taking a few small steps she walked into the room. The smell of smoke filled her lungs. With a few deep coughs she spotted the kitchen table that was littered with papers and books. Buffy walked over to it, the books were old and had creepy images engraved on them.
Her fingers hovered over the table before curiosity got the better of her and she begun to shift the papers about. As she moved a book a note slipped off the table and slowly descended to the floor.
Bending, Buffy’s fingers picked it up and froze as her friends’ names jumped off the page. With her hand shaking she read it.
'Call Bobby for a background check on these potentials
“Freeze!”
Buffy screamed and dropped the note once more onto the worn linoleum. Dean was standing at the back door with a gun in his grip. Tears filled her vision.
“What the hell are you doing here?” His voice was cold and demanding and yet her eyes stayed on the gleaming metal of the gun. Dean slowly lowered the weapon as a tear leaked out from her eye.
As Dean took a step towards her she snapped out of the haze. Spinning around she darted out the door and into the dark of the night.
“Shit.”
“Look I just want to talk okay. I can explain, I know you’re out here!”
Buffy tried to calm her breathing and dared her muscles to quit shaking. Gods, what was she thinking going there to apologize for what Tyler and his friends had done. What high school kid had a gun?
Tears began to leak out of her eyes and she muffled a sob.
“I’m sorry about the gun okay? I thought you were a robber or something. I can explain about the list, it’s not what you think.”
Buffy watched as he stepped into the light from the street lamp. He lifted his hands in surrender. It was just a trick she told herself - he was dangerous.
“My dad… my Dad is a talent agent. Doesn’t like to broadcast it cause Sammy and I get bugged the shit out of. We’re not some sickos looking for a cheap thrill or anything. If you’d just come out… we could go for coffee and I could explain this all.”
Chewing on her lower lip she continued to watch him. Maybe he wasn’t the next Bundy.
“Look, my Dad is going to have my balls if I don’t get this cleared up. Please?”
Nervously Buffy debated before she crawled out from behind the shrubs. “I’ve got Mace.” She heard him chuckle as he turned towards the sound of her voice.
“Good. What the hell were you doing snooping in our place?”
Buffy took a few more steps towards him. Heat crept up into her cheeks and she looked down at her feet, ashamed. “The door was open, I… I wanted to apologize to your brother. Tyler and his friends shouldn’t have been such jerks. Is he… is he okay?”
“Sammy? He’s fine. You always hang out with such jack asses?”
Her spine stiffened at the insult and she lifted her head a bit higher. “Tyler’s not a… not a jack ass. You shouldn’t have provoked him. Gods, I can’t believe I went to apologize to you.” Disgusted she turned to leave but froze as she felt his fingers wrap around her arm. “Get your hands off of me” She wiggled out of his grasp.
“I’m sorry okay. C’mon, I’ll buy you one of those fancy lattes you and your horde seem to be drinking all the time.”
“Does like, everything that comes out of your mouth have to be insulting?” With an eye roll she began to walk. “I want extra whip and a cookie.”
“Jeez, what is this a date?”
Buffy sneered at him. “You wish. Gods, that reminds me we aren’t going to café on fifth - if any of my friends find out about this I’ll die of humiliation.”
~fin~
Completed: April 13, 2009
Author: Lisa
Status: Completed One-Shot
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: BtVS/SPN
Character(s) and/or Pairing(s): Buffy/Tyler, Buffy Summers, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Genre: Action/Adventure, Drama
Summary: Chewing on her lower lip she continued to watch him. Maybe he wasn’t the next Bundy.
Challenge: Written for Journal Excerpt challenge over at Route 66: Destination Sunnydale.
Spoilers/Warnings: N/A
Beta: Thank to Kaye for the beta, any mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are copyright of Joss Whedon & ME. No infringement intended. Supernatural and all related characters are copyright of Eric Kripke. No infringement intended. The Graphic was created by Dana at Chosen Art. I take no credit for it.
Distribution: Not without permission from myself.
With the full moon rising high in the clear mid-night sky it cast the neighborhood in a pale glittery light. Spring was beginning to bloom in the quiet neighborhood and already a few had begun to clear up their planters and started to get a head start on the year’s landscaping.
A slight figure emerged from the shadows, leaping over a low picket fence, like a hurdler vying for the win, before they continued to run down the street. Their legs pumped madly as their shoes clicked rapidly against the pavement of the sidewalk breaking into the silence of the night. They veered to the left across a front lawn, an exposed root causing the figure to stumble and roll over across the dewy grass.
Buffy felt the breath squeezed from her lungs, as she made impact. Wheezing, she scrambled behind some shrubbery, gasping for air. The shrub was full but more importantly it escaped any light that the moon offered, keeping her concealed.
Her baby blue shirt clung tightly to her body as sweat trickled down her spine and chest. With a slight shift in position Buffy rested against the wooden fence while she attempted to catch her breath and collect her thoughts.
Her delicate fingers twirled around her long blonde locks while she snuggled closer into Tyler’s embrace. His letterman’s jacket engulfed her petite frame and Calvin Klein’s latest scent filled her nostrils. Gods, he smelt good.
“They’re both just so - so creepy. Like they’re going to go postal on you at any time. I mean, seriously, grunge is so yester year.” Clare puckered her pink lips while she took a leisurely sip of her cherry coke. “Buffy, you’ve got to tell Tyler what the gawky looking brother did the other day in the café.”
Buffy leaned in towards the group and felt a thrill of power as they all wiggled closer. Tyler lifted his arm and flung it casually over her shoulders as he shifted in his chair. Tilting her head back at her boyfriend she exposed her neck before she batted her lashes coyly at him. He winked before she turned her attention back to her friends. “Oh my god it was so embarrassing, he like, talked to me!”
Their squeals were drowned out by the sound of the door chime. Simultaneously their attention was drawn towards the door. As the two brothers walked in they let out a collective gasp before bursting out into laughter.
Tyler lifted his right left hand and made a backwards ‘L’ on his forehead causing his girlfriend to bury her face in his chest to muffle her laughter.
As the older brother, Dean, flipped them off, Tyler pushed Buffy off him and stood causing his chair to scrape across the floor.
“Tyler!” Buffy called his name before she shot his friend a look. “Do something!”
Jacob shook his head and grabbed his friend’s arm. “Man, it’s not worth it. We’ll get him later. We’ll teach him and his ‘girlfriend’,” Jacob raised his voice to ensure that the two of them heard him. “I mean brother. Teach them some respect.”
Buffy ran her fingers through her messy hair as she let out a puff of air. Two days later Sam had to go to the infirmary for a sprained arm. Apparently he tripped down a flight of stairs, but she had heard Tyler and the rest of the football team laughing at their success after practice.
“Buffy!”
The voice boomed and she jumped in surprise. He sounded close, too close.
Buffy knocked on the door, which happened to be both unlocked and open. The rickety door swung open exposing a run down and bare living room. “Hel-hello?” Her voice squeaked out. Nervously her eyes shifted around the room. “Dean? Sam?”
Hesitating at the threshold for a few moments she wondered if they’d been robbed and that’s why the door was open. Taking a few small steps she walked into the room. The smell of smoke filled her lungs. With a few deep coughs she spotted the kitchen table that was littered with papers and books. Buffy walked over to it, the books were old and had creepy images engraved on them.
Her fingers hovered over the table before curiosity got the better of her and she begun to shift the papers about. As she moved a book a note slipped off the table and slowly descended to the floor.
Bending, Buffy’s fingers picked it up and froze as her friends’ names jumped off the page. With her hand shaking she read it.
'Call Bobby for a background check on these potentials
- * Dana Reedmen
*Trina Bocknere
*Clare Arnolderson
*Allison Smith’
“Freeze!”
Buffy screamed and dropped the note once more onto the worn linoleum. Dean was standing at the back door with a gun in his grip. Tears filled her vision.
“What the hell are you doing here?” His voice was cold and demanding and yet her eyes stayed on the gleaming metal of the gun. Dean slowly lowered the weapon as a tear leaked out from her eye.
As Dean took a step towards her she snapped out of the haze. Spinning around she darted out the door and into the dark of the night.
“Shit.”
“Look I just want to talk okay. I can explain, I know you’re out here!”
Buffy tried to calm her breathing and dared her muscles to quit shaking. Gods, what was she thinking going there to apologize for what Tyler and his friends had done. What high school kid had a gun?
Tears began to leak out of her eyes and she muffled a sob.
“I’m sorry about the gun okay? I thought you were a robber or something. I can explain about the list, it’s not what you think.”
Buffy watched as he stepped into the light from the street lamp. He lifted his hands in surrender. It was just a trick she told herself - he was dangerous.
“My dad… my Dad is a talent agent. Doesn’t like to broadcast it cause Sammy and I get bugged the shit out of. We’re not some sickos looking for a cheap thrill or anything. If you’d just come out… we could go for coffee and I could explain this all.”
Chewing on her lower lip she continued to watch him. Maybe he wasn’t the next Bundy.
“Look, my Dad is going to have my balls if I don’t get this cleared up. Please?”
Nervously Buffy debated before she crawled out from behind the shrubs. “I’ve got Mace.” She heard him chuckle as he turned towards the sound of her voice.
“Good. What the hell were you doing snooping in our place?”
Buffy took a few more steps towards him. Heat crept up into her cheeks and she looked down at her feet, ashamed. “The door was open, I… I wanted to apologize to your brother. Tyler and his friends shouldn’t have been such jerks. Is he… is he okay?”
“Sammy? He’s fine. You always hang out with such jack asses?”
Her spine stiffened at the insult and she lifted her head a bit higher. “Tyler’s not a… not a jack ass. You shouldn’t have provoked him. Gods, I can’t believe I went to apologize to you.” Disgusted she turned to leave but froze as she felt his fingers wrap around her arm. “Get your hands off of me” She wiggled out of his grasp.
“I’m sorry okay. C’mon, I’ll buy you one of those fancy lattes you and your horde seem to be drinking all the time.”
“Does like, everything that comes out of your mouth have to be insulting?” With an eye roll she began to walk. “I want extra whip and a cookie.”
“Jeez, what is this a date?”
Buffy sneered at him. “You wish. Gods, that reminds me we aren’t going to café on fifth - if any of my friends find out about this I’ll die of humiliation.”
~fin~
Completed: April 13, 2009