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characters. dean winchester and buffy summers
verse. currently untitled verse
summary. newly turned dean finds himself in front of an old 'school' friend of his.
timeline. au of 'live free and twi-hard'

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Dean didn't understand the...profound impact that Angel seemed to have on the slayer when he'd originally met her. When the both of them had first come across each other, Buffy was pretty much the IT girl that he was sure if he wasn't a dumb kid. He could have seen them actually having a relationship that worked because they were so alike. They understood everything more when it came to the both of them because they both were chosen. Just in different ways but the same when it came down to it. Dean was destined to save people, just as Buffy was. It was his one purpose in life, even if Buffy didn't accept that as much as he had. He tried not to smile at the very least, cocking his head to the side as he looked up at the woman.

"Delicate ego? I didn't know you had delicate anything, Buff." He laughed, winking in her direction. He didn't even want to acknowledge the fact that there could have been anything when it came to Buffy. They were always in each others lives at the wrong times. When it came to originally meeting, it had been Angel in the way. When it came to them meeting this time, it was all the more horrible. He wanted to wring his own neck for only showing up at this time and in this shape. But she was the only one he could trust for this situation.

"I could research? I could do...anything." He was desperate for not going insane where he was locked into hiding. He knew it wasn't exactly the job he wanted to do but it was a job nonetheless. It helped him be all the more proactive especially since he knew Buffy wasn't going to budge when it came to allowing him to go out in public in the shape he was in. He knew it'd be stupid to even try.

He forced a little smile to his lips, folding his arms in front of his chest. "I know, Buffy. I'd do the same thing. You know I would."

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"Hey, I can be delicate," she said, giving him an almost playful pout. Even when things were looking bleak and hopeless, she still had her sense of humor. It rarely, if ever, waned. Even when staring death in the face, she still held onto it. Her wit was a big part of how, and why, she got her reputation. Buffy noted the wink. Sometimes it was hard for her to separate herself from that part of her that had always found Dean incredibly attractive.

The timing was just off. Always.

"I'll get you some books to hit, I guess," she said, heaving a sigh. Buffy pinched the bridge of her nose. "Look, I know you don't want to feel useless. I don't want you to, either. But this is some seriously heavy stuff - big time stuff. Like, Evil only exists because this thing exists. It's the biggest of the big bads, Dean. I want you to help, but I don't want you to get in the line of fire. You're already in a bad enough situation the way things are now."

He got her. He always got her. Just like he was getting her again now. He understood, better than anyone. "I know... I just -... I don't want you to think this is personal. It's not. I want you safe, and I want them safe. But I have to keep the two separated."