How I Spent my Summer Vacation Ch 5 BVtS/Spn
Title: How I Spent my Summer Vacation by Buffy Anne Summers
Or Trouble Just Seems to Find Me
Author: Noturbaby
Rating: PG- 13 language
Characters: Buffy aka Anne the waitress, Lily, Rickie, Ken, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Angel and other BtVS cast, and a few ocs. No real pairings as it’s mostly a case fic.
Words: approx 3000 each chapter
Summary: Buffy has run away from Sunnydale to L.A. after killing Angel. John Winchester has parked the boys in L.A. while he and other hunters pick up the slack in Sunnydale. While she’s incognito, Sam and Dean get to know Anne. However, trouble seems to find them whether she’s Anne the Waitress or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Based on the BtVS episode Anne, it takes place during the summer between season 2 & 3 of Buffy.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended.
Previous chapters
note: Again, some of Ken's dialogue is taken from the episode Anne.
Chapter 5
"Ohh," Lily whined then chewed her lip. She felt nausea creeping up. She had never been in charge of anything before, let alone other people's lives. However, Lily had gathered a crowd of slaves by the door, and now they were desperate for her to help them escape. The last thing she wanted to do was disappoint Buffy, but the stress of being the leader was causing her to unravel.
Lily looked at the door, then back at her fellow slaves. "Um, okay," she whispered. "I'm going to open the door," she asked more than said. Lily placed a trembling hand on the door's wheel and spun it cautiously.
The others held their collective breaths as the door swung open revealing the underside of the pool. Their relief was short lived for moment the door swung open, an alarm sounded. "Go! Now! Hurry!" Lily commanded the others.
Sam opened the last of the cells and helped those inside get to their feet. These people, in the last cells, were far older than the prisoners from the first cells were. "Come on, I'm here to help you escape," Sam told them as the alarm began to sound.
He assisted them to the end of the catwalk, and then noticed several demons rushing to where Lily was helping the others escape. Knowing only more demons would be joining them; Sam drew his gun, took aim and prayed that the consecrated iron rounds would hinder the encroaching demons. "Lily, get them out of here!" Sam shouted as he took down the first wave of demons. Sam did not think he'd have enough ammunition to continue to provide cover for the escaping slaves.
"I'm Buffy," She answered sweetly, "and I'll be your slayer this evening."
Ken's eyes widened and he released his hold on Dean. "Get that girl!" he ordered the demon.
Dean took advantage of the distraction Buffy caused and hoisted himself high enough to draw up his legs and kick Ken in the back with both feet. Ken fell face first onto the platform tearing away part of his face. "My face!" Ken screamed. He turned back toward Dean and began to pull his own face and hair off, revealing red slimy bald skin underneath. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to glue that thing on?"
Dean barely spared Ken a glance. His attention was focused on the waitress swinging a giant club at a demon like she was a star on American Gladiators. Did the girl just call herself the slayer?
On the platform, Buffy fought another guard. She quickly hit him in the head with a full spinning crescent kick, knocking him off the platform. Still another guard swung at Buffy's legs with his sledgehammer, but she jumped and swung her club into the guard's face, knocking him down. As he tried to get up, Buffy knocked him down again with a snapping roundhouse kick to his arm, kicking his hammer away in the process.
Dean couldn't believe the tiny waitress was able to defeat the demon guards so easily. "She really is the slayer," he mumbled to himself. "On your left!" he shouted as another demon jumped up onto the platform and attempted to tackle Buffy to get the hammer out of her hands. Buffy roundhouse kicked the guard's face, and he stumbled backwards.
Another demon guard tried to attack Buffy with an oversized hammer, but she held her club high, blocking his attack and making him drop his weapon. Ken was enraged. "Humans don't fight back! That's how this works!"
Buffy grabbed the demon by the neck, spun around once and threw him into a steel beam causing him to slump to the ground. Ken growled, "That . . . is not . . . permitted."
"Sorry, Ken, looks like she didn't get your memo," Dean quipped from above.
Finally, an extremely large demon guard holding a battle-ax jumped onto the platform. The guard took a wide swing with it at Buffy, but she leaned aside and he missed. Buffy managed to duck the guard's next swing, avoiding decapitation. He swung again from above, but she blocked his attack with her club, and the head of the ax embeded itself in the handle. Buffy performed a front snap kick that dislodged the ax, knocked the weapon out of the guard's hands, and sent it spinning up into the air. She knelt down and knocked his legs out from under him with her club. While she crouched, she watched the battle-ax as it fell and caught the airborne weapon. Getting to her feet, Buffy did another roundhouse kick to the demon's face, which sent him flying off the platform.
Ken motioned to another demon that warily approached the ax wielding Buffy. "Take care of that!" He ordered pointing at Buffy. Ken climbed to where Dean was still bound, when suddenly the sound of the siren made him irate. "This will not be tolerated!" Holding a knife to Dean's neck he shouted, "One of you fights . . . and you all die!"
Seeing Ken threatening Dean, Buffy froze, dropped the ax, and stared at them. The demon guard kicked the ax away and grabbed Buffy by the arms. Ken sneered at her. "You've got guts. I think I'd like to slice you open and play with them." He held up his knife and addressed everyone in the area. "Let everyone know! This is the price of rebellio-" Dean winked at Buffy, then tripped Ken and kicked him from behind. Ken fell off the platform again, this time landing on the blade of the ax. Buffy gave Dean a surprised look, and then quickly exploited the distraction and backhanded her captor in the face and then kicked it in the groin. She picked up the club and knocked the demon into the depths below.
After making sure Ken was truly dead, Buffy took his knife and climbed up the ladder to Dean. "Why did you do this on your own? You could have been killed."
"I had a plan," he replied modestly.
Buffy raised a skeptical brow. "Really? What was your plan?"
"A cute chick would come and save my ass." Dean smirked as Buffy cut through his bindings. "And look, seems to be working."
Though his compliment brought a small smile to her face, Buffy chided him. "Well, you're lucky your brother is so persuasive."
Dean nodded and followed Buffy off the platform. "It's his sad puppy eyes. No one can resist their power."
Buffy chuckled. "We must make sure he uses his power only for good."
Buffy retrieved the ax, Dean took Ken's knife, and together they made their way to the exit. Dean's mind buzzed with the knowledge of the true identity of the girl next to him. She was The Slayer; but should he tell her he knew what that meant?
"So, you're name's Buffy, huh?"
Buffy sighed, "Yeah, I'm Buffy. Don't even think of teasing -"
"I wouldn't, I like it. It suits you. You never looked like an Anne."
"Oh, I didn't?" She gazed up at him skeptically.
"No. Annes are kinda plain. Buffys, well if you're gonna go through life with a name like Buffy, you've got to be a bad ass."
She chuckled. "Bad ass?"
Dean looked her over, "You're a cute bad ass, but definitely a bad ass."
When they got to the exit, a relieved Sam ran towards them. "Dean!" he shouted and went in for a hug.
Buffy stepped between them and put out a hand to stop the embrace. "No hugs, Sam. Dean's back is hurt."
Instantly, the relief left Sam's face and he attempted to check Dean's back. "Hey, Sam, it's no big deal. It's not bad at all." Dean shot Buffy an annoyed look for telling Sam about his injury, but Buffy ignored it.
"Let's get going, guys," Buffy said with a touch of authority in her voice. "You can worry about your brother as we soon as we get out of this hell hole." She practically shoved Sam up the ladder before she turned to Dean. "You go next; I want to make sure we're not followed." Buffy looked around but saw no demons following them.
An ecstatic Lily greeted them at the top, on the other side of the pool. "Oh thank god you guys made it." She hugged each of them. "Bu - Anne, look, Sam and I got everyone out!" She beamed.
Buffy grinned with pride. "Knew you could do it, Lily."
Sam stayed serious. He grabbed Dean and spun him so that he could look at the wounds on his back. "Dean, we should get you to the clinic."
Dean yanked his arm away from his brother's grasp. "Don't be stupid, Sam. I'll be fine. It looks worse than it is. What would we tell them anyway?" Sam sighed in resigned exasperation; he knew Dean had a point. Dean grabbed a jacket as they left in order to hide his back from the rest of the world.
Before Sam could argue, their attention was drawn to the pool as it sealed itself shut. The tar substance turned into brick.
Back at the apartment, Sam and Buffy helped Dean into the room. "Thanks for saving me back there."
"I was just returning the favor."
Dean snorted, "Like you needed help with that manager. I probably should have let you take care of him. He'd never harass a young girl again."
"Well, you came riding in before I had to do anything. And you did get me a new place to stay."
"Dean, take off your shirt. I need to get those wounds dressed," Sam interrupted as he grabbed the first aid box.
"Sammy, I'm fine. I -'
"Bull shit, Dean. You haven't seen your back. You're pretty tore up. I should have taken you to the clinic."
Dean took a breath and hoped he could earn some sympathy from his brother. "Sam, you wanna make me feel better? Let Anne take care of my back while you and Lily go get us some chow." He wagged his brows and attempted to look like he was leering at Buffy; hoping it was enough to make his brother leave. "I've got some money in my duffel."
Buffy and Sam exchanged looks and decided to humor the injured Dean. "Fine," Sam grumbled. He dug through his brother's bag and took some of the cash he found. "Come on, Lily. Let's get some food."
Once they left, Dean slipped off the jacket and peeled off his blood soaked, shredded tee. Then, wordlessly he walked into the bathroom and sat backwards on the toilet so Buffy could tend to the welts on his back.
As she dabbed at the wounds with a damp cloth, Buffy noticed some older scars, similar to the ones from Ken. This wasn't the first time Dean had been beaten like this. She winced every time her touch made Dean hiss in pain. Finally, she had to stop. "Dean what happened? Who did this to you? Is this why you're here, just you and Sam? "No."
"Dean -"
"Forget it, don't worry about it." Dean said with a voice tinged with anger. He pushed himself up and away from Buffy. "I'm fine. It'll be fine, it'll heal, thanks."
"Dean -"
"Look," the anger in his voice dwindled as he saw her concern. "I'm not gonna ask what the Slayer is doing in L.A. pretending to be a waitress; you don't ask about this. Deal?"
Buffy could only blink at him in shock.
"Don't tell Sam," Dean begged. "Please. Just don't."
For a moment, Buffy thought Sam's puppy eyes had nothing on Dean's pleading. "Okay, I won't."
Dean looked slightly relieved. "Thanks. I promise I won't tell anyone who you are or where you are." He picked up a shirt, unsure whether he could wear it. "But, you should probably know that there are a lot of people looking for you."
Buffy took a breath as she swallowed all that Dean was telling her. "You need to let me put more of this on your back," she said holding up a tube of antibiotic cream.
Dean nodded and sat at the edge of a bed so she could tend to him. "I know you didn't skip town because you were afraid of something. I just saw you take down a mess of demons single handedly. So, whatever your reason is for leaving Sunnydale and becoming Anne, I'm sure it's a good one." His tone was understanding; he didn't sound like he was accusing her or blaming her.
"You know about the slayer?"
"Yeah," Dean answered. "My dad's a hunter. He and a couple other guys are working in Sunnydale, right now. Trying to do what you do." Dean almost chuckled. "It's kinda funny that a tiny thing like you can kick more ass than my dad and the other hunters."
Buffy's mouth fell open in shock, but she said nothing. Instead, she occupied herself with applying ointment to Dean's wounds. After covering Dean's wounds with gauze and tape, Buffy quietly said, "All done."
Dean grimaced as he pulled the shirt over his head. "Sam and I are parked here so that while my dad is working up in Sunnydale, I can get my G.E.D. I'm supposed to have that," he pointed to a book on the nearby table, "memorized so that I can pass my test next week."
Buffy looked amused. "How's that coming along?"
"It's not."
"Well, at least with how banged up you are, you'll have nothing better to do than study," Buffy said with a small smile.
Dean sighed wearily, not returning her smile. "Yeah, I guess you're right." He thumbed through the manual. "I don't get it. When am I ever going to need to know this stuff?" He sat on the bed with the open manual in his lap.
"Next week," Buffy teased, "you said so yourself." Dean smirked at her comment.
Dean grinned at his brother. "Tell you what, Sammy, I get the next one right, you gotta get the laundry. Deal?"
"And if I get it right?" Buffy asked smiling.
"If Anne gets it right, before I do, I do her laundry," Dean replied grinning at the girl.
Buffy laughed. "That's just an excuse to see my underwear," she teased.
The Winchesters looked at each other and shrugged. "So?" they asked in unison making Buffy laugh harder.
"How about you cover the cost of doing my laundry?" Buffy suggested.
"I guess we can do that." Dean turned to his brother. "Find a good one, quiz master."
Sam flipped the page in the test practice booklet. "Name the steps of cell mitosis in order." Buffy gaped at Sam.
"Are you serious? When the hell am I going to need to know that?" Dean demanded.
"Right now, if you want me to do the laundry," Sam goaded.
Dean rolled his eyes and dragged a hand through his hair. "Fine, uh, mitosis, there's four steps."
Suddenly Buffy interrupted loudly, "Anaphase, metaphase, prophase, telophase!"
Dean's mouth fell open and he looked at Sam, but his brother was shaking his head. "Sorry, incorrect." He looked pointedly at his older brother. "Dean?"
"Prophase, metaphase, anaphase, telophase, in that order."
The brothers grinned at each other. "That's correct, sorry Anne."
Buffy looked back and forth from brother to brother. "I think some cheating's going on."
"No, I promise. You really think I want to do the laundry?" Sam asked as he dropped the book on the bed. "Speaking of, I should go check on it now."
Once Sam left, Buffy confronted Dean, poking him in the chest. "You guys were cheating, I don't know how, I just know you were."
Dean laughed, "No, I swear. You said them I just knew it wasn't in the right order."
Buffy narrowed her eyes as if she didn't believe him. "The idea of someone at least paying for my laundry must have distracted me too much."
"Talking about your underwear distracted me a little, too." Dean joked. "You want to win? We could try strip studying," he suggested and grinned at her blush. "Well, you stripping would make it difficult for me to concentrate. You'd win easy."
Buffy blushed a bright red and slapped his arm lightly, "Dean!"
An unexpected sound at the door had Dean on his feet, gun in hand. He even went as far as to push Buffy behind him. When his father walked in Dean straightened even more. "Sir! You're back.
John nodded a curt, "Dean." Then he looked around. "Where's Sam?"
"He's taking care of the laundry," Dean answered noticing his father was glaring at Buffy. "This isn't what it looks like, sir."
"Good, because it looks like you're alone with an underage girl in our room, Dean."
"Yes, Sir, but," Dean glanced at Buffy, "she and Sam were just helping me study."
John continued to look annoyed. "I think it's time she leaves."
"Mr. Winchester - ," Buffy began but was silenced by Dean's hand on her arm.
"Thanks for your help," Dean said with a tight smile, hoping Buffy would cooperate and leave without another word. Dean didn't want to lie to his father and he didn't want to betray Buffy's trust.
"I have to get ready for work soon anyway." Buffy added with a shrug. "Nice meeting you, Mr. Winchester."
Sam walked in with the basket of laundry. "Hey, Dad."
"Sam."
As Buffy brushed passed him, Sam asked, "You're leaving?"
Buffy nodded. "Time to get ready for work."
Sam looked at the occupants of the room and thought his dad must have said something. "Sam, if you're doing laundry, grab my bag from the backseat, would ya?"
Sam groaned as if the request was too much to bear. "Sure, Dad." He set the basket of clean clothes on the bed for Dean to deal with and retrieved the bag of his father's clothes.
A Winchester family tradition, set long before Dean had started doing the wash, was that anything left in the pockets became the property of whoever was doing the laundry. At first, John used it to remind the boys that crayons, legos and army men did not belong in the washing machine. Then, Dean used it to obtain money from his dad and matchbox cars from his brother. By the time, Sam was old enough to do the laundry; it was rare that a Winchester left anything in a forgotten pocket. Therefore, Sam was quite surprised when he pulled a folded paper from his father's pocket.
Sam was more surprised to see that it was a missing person flyer showing a picture of Anne the waitress also known as Buffy Anne Summers.
Chapter 6