Torch It
Title: Torch It
Author: lightdemon88
Rating: Hard PG-13.. Shameless use of "S" word
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke. I'm earning no money,
Challenge Week: Week 9
Word Count: 1286
Characters: Giles, Dean and the rest of the Scoobies.. Plus Sam
Spoilers: Takes place during "Hush"
Summary: Dean just wants to use the torch...
Prompt: Giles/Dean - "Why can't we just torch it?" - any
His dad would never let him live this down. The game plan was always "go to the UC Sunnydale campus to make sure Sam was okay at college" and leave. Not getting caught was top priority. And they had been doing good with that. And they didn’t really have to worry about being caught by anything bad because the vampire slayer lived here and took care of everything, though that didn’t necessarily mean they would let their guards down.
But, when Dean came into town the previous night, he knew things were not in his favor. First off, some punk kid hit his car. It was a little scratch, but it was still a scratch. After that, Dean discovered that Sam had become good friends with the slayer because she caught him watching Sam.
So now, his cover had been blown and he was taken to the house of Rupert Giles so he could explain what he was doing. To say Sam wasn’t happy was an understatement. Dean didn’t think his visit could get any worse and expressed this vocally. Everyone threw him a glare, even Sam, but Dean didn’t know what was so wrong with saying what he said.
When the next day came, Dean learned about Murphy’s Law when the Gentlemen came to town.
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Dean tossed and turned on the couch he was forced to sleep on. He didn’t know why he couldn’t just room with Sam. His roommate could sleep elsewhere! But no, he stayed on the couch at Giles’ place. The thing was not big enough and as a result, Dean tried to turn over and wound up crashing to the floor.
He was too busy recovering to notice that his cry of pain never sounded. Throwing the blanket off his crumpled form, Dean could see Giles standing by his head. He looked up, noticing the cup of tea and, was that a dry erase board?
Dean opened his mouth to ask why he had that, but realized he couldn’t. He couldn’t hear himself! He turned to Giles, a frantic look in his eyes, who merely rolled his and turned the board around to show what he wrote.
I blame you for this.
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Throughout the morning, all the “Scoobies,” as they liked to call themselves, came over, each with a marker and a board. All of them had something to the effect of “Dean’s fault” written on them when he opened the door. Even his brother wrote something, which was not surprising, actually.
Their morning consisted of the redhead, Willow, writing numerous things about what they were going to do. No one had an answer, but when the news came on about a student at the UC Sunnydale campus losing his heart, they knew something needed to be done. So, Buffy, Dean and Sam went to investigate at the campus, while the others stayed back to research.
We’re getting nowhere.
Sam had written that on his board. They didn’t make it in time before the body was taken away and police tape was strewn across the door. When they did get inside, all they found was some blood.
No shit.
Buffy rolled her eyes at Dean for his comment and walked from the room. Sam made to follow, but Dean stopped him. Taking out his marker, he scribbled something down and showed it to Sam.
She seeing anyone? That a no?
Knowing no sound would come out, Sam sighed and walked from the room.
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A freaking fairy tale!
Later that night, when everyone went back to their dorms, Dean was getting ready to sleep on the couch once more, when he saw something outside. Taking his gun, he went to the windows and peered out. If he could curse, he certainly would have. Running to wake Giles, Dean had shown the older man the demons outside.
They had stayed up a little later that night, researching, when Giles brought out a book Dean had never seen before. It was a book of fairy tales.
When the others come in the morning, we’ll get to working on getting on voices back.
Dean read what Giles wrote and nodded. Apparently, the only way to kill these Gentlemen was with a human scream. He suggested blasting some music, but that wouldn’t work.
Why can’t we just torch it?
Giles stared at the board, considering the idea. It might work, but there was no way to actually find out without throwing oneself headfirst at the demons. If it didn’t work, there was a small chance the person would survive.
The only sure answer is the human voice.
Dean gave up on trying to find alternatives and the two called it a night.
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Summers so wanted him.
They were all assembled in a classroom on campus where Giles told them all about what he and Dean discovered. Sam was impressed, Dean could see it. Giles even made some nifty looking drawings, but only Dean and Anya enjoyed them.
Oh, Dean could tell Buffy wanted him because she made the international sign of… slaying vampires with a stake at him.
It was a stake. She didn’t mean THAT with you.
Sam could see Dean’s mind working and wanted to shut him down. It didn’t do anything to stop him.
Buffy will patrol, Dean you go with her. Keep peace.
Dean nodded and winked at Buffy, who scrunched her nose in disgust.
Wait! Just in case.
Dean made sure everyone saw what he wrote and walked to the cabinets at the front of the room. Knowing ahead of time that Giles was going to meet here, Dean was able to sneak a little something in.
He pulled open the doors and brought the large object out.
Why do you have a torch, Dean?
Dean gave Sam a “duh” look and pointed at the drawings of the Gentlemen.
He believes that setting them on fire will kill them, but I don’t want to take any chances.
Giles answered for everyone as he tried to take the torch from Dean’s hand. He succeeded and placed the torch on top of the desk. The group started to leave and Giles watched as Buffy made a face at something behind his back. He didn’t have to guess as to what was happening. Taking his board, he wrote something.
Dean, put the torch down!
Fine. Let’s go Summers.
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“AAAAAHHHHHH!!”
“Summers, you scream like a girl,” Dean rubbed his ears. He didn’t have to look at that military guy to know he thought the same thing. And why was the military involved with this? Well, whoever he was, he knew Summers. Maybe that was why she wasn’t flirting with Dean?
“Shut up, Dean,” Buffy glared. “Alright, so we’ve got demon bodies with explody heads. We can’t just leave them here.”
Dean cleared his throat to get her attention and nudged the bag by his foot.
“What’s in the bag?” the guy asked.
“Riley, don’t ask,” Buffy shook her head. “And Dean, that better not be what I think it is.”
“Oh come on!” Dean protested. He bent down and pulled object from his bag. “Why can’t we just torch it?”
“What did Giles say?”
“This isn’t the same torch, so yea, I left that one. Those rules don’t apply to this one and the demons are already dead! This is just a little clean up.”
Buffy seemed stuck on what to do. “As long as it’s a little fire.”
“Little, right,” Dean avoided her eyes.
Author: lightdemon88
Rating: Hard PG-13.. Shameless use of "S" word
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke. I'm earning no money,
Challenge Week: Week 9
Word Count: 1286
Characters: Giles, Dean and the rest of the Scoobies.. Plus Sam
Spoilers: Takes place during "Hush"
Summary: Dean just wants to use the torch...
Prompt: Giles/Dean - "Why can't we just torch it?" - any
His dad would never let him live this down. The game plan was always "go to the UC Sunnydale campus to make sure Sam was okay at college" and leave. Not getting caught was top priority. And they had been doing good with that. And they didn’t really have to worry about being caught by anything bad because the vampire slayer lived here and took care of everything, though that didn’t necessarily mean they would let their guards down.
But, when Dean came into town the previous night, he knew things were not in his favor. First off, some punk kid hit his car. It was a little scratch, but it was still a scratch. After that, Dean discovered that Sam had become good friends with the slayer because she caught him watching Sam.
So now, his cover had been blown and he was taken to the house of Rupert Giles so he could explain what he was doing. To say Sam wasn’t happy was an understatement. Dean didn’t think his visit could get any worse and expressed this vocally. Everyone threw him a glare, even Sam, but Dean didn’t know what was so wrong with saying what he said.
When the next day came, Dean learned about Murphy’s Law when the Gentlemen came to town.
------------------------
Dean tossed and turned on the couch he was forced to sleep on. He didn’t know why he couldn’t just room with Sam. His roommate could sleep elsewhere! But no, he stayed on the couch at Giles’ place. The thing was not big enough and as a result, Dean tried to turn over and wound up crashing to the floor.
He was too busy recovering to notice that his cry of pain never sounded. Throwing the blanket off his crumpled form, Dean could see Giles standing by his head. He looked up, noticing the cup of tea and, was that a dry erase board?
Dean opened his mouth to ask why he had that, but realized he couldn’t. He couldn’t hear himself! He turned to Giles, a frantic look in his eyes, who merely rolled his and turned the board around to show what he wrote.
I blame you for this.
------------------------
Throughout the morning, all the “Scoobies,” as they liked to call themselves, came over, each with a marker and a board. All of them had something to the effect of “Dean’s fault” written on them when he opened the door. Even his brother wrote something, which was not surprising, actually.
Their morning consisted of the redhead, Willow, writing numerous things about what they were going to do. No one had an answer, but when the news came on about a student at the UC Sunnydale campus losing his heart, they knew something needed to be done. So, Buffy, Dean and Sam went to investigate at the campus, while the others stayed back to research.
We’re getting nowhere.
Sam had written that on his board. They didn’t make it in time before the body was taken away and police tape was strewn across the door. When they did get inside, all they found was some blood.
No shit.
Buffy rolled her eyes at Dean for his comment and walked from the room. Sam made to follow, but Dean stopped him. Taking out his marker, he scribbled something down and showed it to Sam.
She seeing anyone? That a no?
Knowing no sound would come out, Sam sighed and walked from the room.
------------------------
A freaking fairy tale!
Later that night, when everyone went back to their dorms, Dean was getting ready to sleep on the couch once more, when he saw something outside. Taking his gun, he went to the windows and peered out. If he could curse, he certainly would have. Running to wake Giles, Dean had shown the older man the demons outside.
They had stayed up a little later that night, researching, when Giles brought out a book Dean had never seen before. It was a book of fairy tales.
When the others come in the morning, we’ll get to working on getting on voices back.
Dean read what Giles wrote and nodded. Apparently, the only way to kill these Gentlemen was with a human scream. He suggested blasting some music, but that wouldn’t work.
Why can’t we just torch it?
Giles stared at the board, considering the idea. It might work, but there was no way to actually find out without throwing oneself headfirst at the demons. If it didn’t work, there was a small chance the person would survive.
The only sure answer is the human voice.
Dean gave up on trying to find alternatives and the two called it a night.
------------------------
Summers so wanted him.
They were all assembled in a classroom on campus where Giles told them all about what he and Dean discovered. Sam was impressed, Dean could see it. Giles even made some nifty looking drawings, but only Dean and Anya enjoyed them.
Oh, Dean could tell Buffy wanted him because she made the international sign of… slaying vampires with a stake at him.
It was a stake. She didn’t mean THAT with you.
Sam could see Dean’s mind working and wanted to shut him down. It didn’t do anything to stop him.
Buffy will patrol, Dean you go with her. Keep peace.
Dean nodded and winked at Buffy, who scrunched her nose in disgust.
Wait! Just in case.
Dean made sure everyone saw what he wrote and walked to the cabinets at the front of the room. Knowing ahead of time that Giles was going to meet here, Dean was able to sneak a little something in.
He pulled open the doors and brought the large object out.
Why do you have a torch, Dean?
Dean gave Sam a “duh” look and pointed at the drawings of the Gentlemen.
He believes that setting them on fire will kill them, but I don’t want to take any chances.
Giles answered for everyone as he tried to take the torch from Dean’s hand. He succeeded and placed the torch on top of the desk. The group started to leave and Giles watched as Buffy made a face at something behind his back. He didn’t have to guess as to what was happening. Taking his board, he wrote something.
Dean, put the torch down!
Fine. Let’s go Summers.
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“AAAAAHHHHHH!!”
“Summers, you scream like a girl,” Dean rubbed his ears. He didn’t have to look at that military guy to know he thought the same thing. And why was the military involved with this? Well, whoever he was, he knew Summers. Maybe that was why she wasn’t flirting with Dean?
“Shut up, Dean,” Buffy glared. “Alright, so we’ve got demon bodies with explody heads. We can’t just leave them here.”
Dean cleared his throat to get her attention and nudged the bag by his foot.
“What’s in the bag?” the guy asked.
“Riley, don’t ask,” Buffy shook her head. “And Dean, that better not be what I think it is.”
“Oh come on!” Dean protested. He bent down and pulled object from his bag. “Why can’t we just torch it?”
“What did Giles say?”
“This isn’t the same torch, so yea, I left that one. Those rules don’t apply to this one and the demons are already dead! This is just a little clean up.”
Buffy seemed stuck on what to do. “As long as it’s a little fire.”
“Little, right,” Dean avoided her eyes.