How I Spent my Summer Vacation by Buffy Anne Summers ch 3 Bvts/Spn
Title: How I Spent my Summer Vacation by Buffy Anne Summers Or Trouble Just Seems to Find Me Chapter 3
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 posted in first chapter.
Chapter 1, Chapter 2
The Armada Motel was not luxurious, but it did have a small courtyard with a sitting area. Buffy sat on the small bench and thought about her life back in Sunnydale. She missed the fresh air and her friends, but mostly she missed her mom. Buffy fought the tears forming in her eyes and wondered what her mom was doing, wondered if her mom missed her, or if her mom would ever forgive her.
Running into Lily had not only brought up unwanted memories, it had distracted Buffy from getting food. Sighing, she made her way to the vending area on the other side of the courtyard. Drowning her sorrows in salty snacks or chocolate seemed to be her only options.
"Hey, there little lady, how are you tonight?" the overweight motel manager leered at Buffy as she purchased a soda from the machine.
"Fine," Buffy mumbled.
"You look fine." Buffy bristled at his reply. She dropped some coins into the snack machine and bought some chips. "Hmm, wasting money on junk food when you couldn't make rent. Not really the best decision a girl like you should make. You got your back rent? You know the next month's is due on Friday."
"Um, sorry, but I don't have that much money right now," Buffy mumbled. "Could I pay all of it on Friday?"
The man leered at her, "I'm sure we can come up with another form of payment." He took a step towards her, blocking her exit. "Something we'll both enjoy, I'm sure." His hands went to the button of his pants.
"No, no, I don't want to do that," the petite blonde pleaded. "You don't want to do that."
Despite her pleas, the manager moved forward unzipping his pants as he approached. "Oh, I think I do, and I think you'll enjoy it."
Her eyes widened as she realized he wasn't going to stop. "Please, no, I don't…" ignoring her begging the manager cornered Buffy between the wall and the machines.
Her protests were cut short by the sound of a gun cocking. "Hey, lard-ass, the lady said, 'no'."
The manager turned to face the interloper, "This don't concern you, kid. This is between me and blondie here. Go back to your room and forget you saw anything."
Buffy's eyes betrayed her fear. Dean considered the man in front of him, "Believe me, I want to forget this, but seein' as I've got a .45 pointed at your tiny piece of manhood, I just made it my concern." He looked at the shocked girl, "Come on, waitress, let's get you out of here. Pack up your crap, you're moving."
"Hey, just a minute, she owes me money."
"Not anymore. Don't tempt me to shoot your dick off. It's not much of a target, but I'm a hell of a shot," Dean said with a smirk.
Once they got to Buffy's room, she grabbed a bag off the nearby chair and began to fill it as she opened drawers. When she grabbed a second bag and rushed to the bathroom, Buffy said, "You didn't need to do that."
Dean sighed. "I know you're probably a real bad ass, for a ninety pound five foot nothing girl, but what was I supposed to do? Let that creep molest you?"
"You don't need to get in trouble because of me." Her voice shook.
"Don't worry about me; it's nothing I can't handle."
When Buffy left the bathroom, her hands started shaking so badly she couldn't hold her bag and it fell to the ground. She covered her mouth with her hand as she fought to control her emotions. She knew she didn't need Dean to stop that man; but, would she have been able to control herself? Or would her bottled up aggression have nearly killed him?
"Hey, its okay, he's not going to hurt you now," Dean strode over to her and carefully put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. He threw one bag over his shoulder, grabbed the other in his left hand and slid his hand down to her elbow. "Let's get out of here," he said quietly as he guided her to the door.
"What's going on?" Sam asked as the two entered the Winchester's room. "What happened? Are you okay?" Sam demanded, as he noticed the girl's tears.
Buffy nodded, but before she could answer, Dean entered and spoke up. "The manager tried to rape her," he said pointing to Buffy, "and I pulled my gun on him."
"Holy shit!" Sam's eyes went wide, but he nodded. "I'll pack up." He forced smile as he looked over at Buffy, then he started to pull open drawers and stuff their contents into duffle bags.
Dean led Buffy to sit on one of the beds and pulled a chair in front of her. "Look, I know I kinda made everything go from bad to worse, but I couldn't just let that guy do that."
Buffy attempted to take a deep breath, but choked on it. "I - thanks, thanks for stepping in when you did."
"It's okay," Dean spoke softly as if he were comforting a child but he was careful not to touch her. He dragged a hand through his hair as he thought. "I don't know what you're going to do now. I mean, I kinda lost you your place to stay. I guess you can hang with us if you want. At least, until you get some money for your own place." Buffy nodded as Dean continued, "I saw a place with a 'for rent' sign not too far from here. We can go check it out in the morning."
"I work in the morning, breakfast shift," she said just above a whisper.
"Uh, okay," he sighed. "Sam and I can check it out and we'll meet you after your shift."
"You don't have to do this. I get paid on Friday. I can make it 'til then."
Dean raised a skeptic brow. "Right. You really think we're gonna let you sleep in the street?" He smiled a little. "You hungry? I'm starved. Sam, what have we got to eat?"
Buffy didn't sleep much that night. She knew she had taken someone's bed, though neither brother said a word. She also knew that Dean hardly slept. He was quiet, but he split his time watching her, watching Sam and watching the door. She wondered if it was the manager that had him so worried.
As the Winchesters got settled in their new accommodations, Dean told Sam about seeing Lily with the waitress. "She called her Buffy and when I asked Lily how they knew each other she lied and said just from the diner."
"So? Maybe Lily made a mistake; she doesn't strike me as the brightest crayon in the box. What did she say when you asked her about Rosalita?"
"She hadn't seen her. Lily didn't go to the blood bank with her because she's afraid of needles. Which is weird given that she has a huge tattoo on her arm."
"You thinking Lily might know more than she's letting on?"
"I don't know. The blood bank, the shelter and the place Rosa where was living share an alley." Dean thought a moment. "I'm gonna check out the blood bank and the alley. In the daylight, I might find something I missed last night."
"Okay, we can go this afternoon after Anne's done with her shift."
"Sam, I don't think this is something that should wait."
"Too bad, Dean. I don't think this is something you should do on your own."
Dean sighed knowing his brother was not going to change his mind.
When Buffy's shift ended, the Winchesters were waiting to escort her to their new place. "It's not great," Sam warned, "but it has a pool."
Buffy sighed. "I could hardly afford the last place, how can I afford one with a pool?"
"You haven't seen the pool," Dean joked, smiling at her surprised expression.
"Why are you guys doing this?"
"What are we supposed to do? Let you live on the street?" Dean playfully nudged her arm.
"You don't even know me. I could be a crazy psycho killer or something," she said lightly pushing him back.
Sam looked her up and down. "Yeah, you almost look like a killer," he joked.
Buffy shrugged. "Looks can be deceiving."
Buffy examined her new 'apartment'. "It's -"
"A craphole, yeah," Dean finished for her. "But, it's cheap, mostly clean, close to the diner, and run by an elderly gay couple."
"Oh, so now you're the one who has to worry about the manager making unwanted advances," Buffy teased with something approaching a smile on her face.
"Who says they're unwanted?" Dean teased back, earning a full on smile from Buffy. "How do you think we got this sweet set up so cheap?"
Buffy nearly giggled. "Well, thanks. I appreciate you being willing to sell yourself to get me a place to stay."
"Oh, not me. I'm pimping out Sammy."
Buffy gave a small laugh and the brothers exchanged looks. "Jerk," Sam said and rolled his eyes as if the entire discussion was beneath him. "Anne, if you need anything, we're downstairs, room 12."
"I'm sorry, young man, but you're too young to donate blood." The nurse smiled condescendingly at Sam. "Why don't you take a seat over there while you wait for your friend?"
Sam sighed but Dean nodded and Sam took the offered seat. Following the nurse to the other room gave Dean a chance to look around. "My friend, Lily told me about this place. She said you pay pretty well."
"Lily?" the nursed asked. "I don't remember a Lily. But, then again, there are a lot of young people who come through here." She directed Dean to a chair and had him quickly prepped. Hoping to distract the young man from the pain of the needle, the nurse began to make small talk. "So, are you from around here?"
"Not really," Dean answered hoping he had answered her questions correctly. He figured he had to fit a profile. "I kinda just arrived a couple days ago. I dropped out of school and my parents kicked me out."
The nurse gasped. "Oh, you poor dear."
"It's not so bad. I'm a little low on funds, which is why I'm here. I need some cash for food."
The nurse shook her head at his tale. "If you need a warm meal and a place to stay, there's a shelter not far from here that can take you in. It's called the Family Home. Tell them I sent you."
"Thank you ma'am, I will," Dean answered smiling the smile he knew made older women turn maternal. "Right now, I'm squatting at that building around the block."
"What about the young boy that came in with you? Is he staying there, too?"
"Yeah, we met at a rave a couple nights ago."
"He looks awfully young to be on his own."
Dean nodded. "He's fifteen or sixteen, I think. He said something about his step-dad kicking him out."
"I think the blood bank is determining which kids disappear," Dean told Sam as they lurked in the alley by the tire building. "Weeding out the ones that don't fit the right profile."
"Okay, sounds reasonable," Sam agreed. "But how are they taking them and where are they going?"
Dean looked from building to building. "The tire store where they were squatting makes the most sense but," he stopped and looked back at the blood bank, "the nurse seemed to be trying to get me to go to the shelter."
"We checked the shelter, Dean. Ken seemed a bit weird, but not evil. There were also plenty of adults around. Kinda hard to kidnap a bunch of teens with so many witnesses around."
"Dean!" Lily called to them from the corner and ran to them. "Have you seen Rickie?
Dean and Sam exchanged worried looks. "Not since last night at your place."
"He wasn't there when I got back and he's not there now." Lily panicked.
"We were just at the blood bank, Lily. Rickie wasn't there, either."
Lilly looked like she was about to hyperventilate. "Oh god. Rickie wouldn't just leave me. What if he's disappeared like the others?"
"Rosa didn't come back?" Dean asked.
"No." Lily wrung her hands. "I'm going go to the diner. Buf, Anne can help me. She's super helpful."
"Good idea." Dean hoped to get Lily away from the dangerous alley. "We'll go with you."
Once at the far end of the alley, an elderly homeless woman reached for Dean. "I'm no one."
Dean shrugged her off only to halt his step a moment later. He turned abruptly and studied the woman. "Sam," he called, his eyes never leaving the woman. "You and Lily go the diner. I'm going to try to help this woman."
"Dean, now? We've got enough going on."
"Yes, now." He put a hand on his brother's shoulder and whispered, "I think she might be Rosa."
Sam gasped and looked from the woman to Dean and back. "What? How? Are you sure?"
"Yeah," Dean answered, keeping his voice low. "She's got the same six earrings and," he paused to look at the woman again, "there's something about her eyes."
Sam regarded the woman and sighed. "Okay, but, be careful Dean."
"What is it?" Lily asked. "Do you want to bring the woman with us?"
"No, I'm going to take her to the clinic. You guys go ahead, I'll catch up."
Lily stared at the woman and slowly a look of shock and recognition crossed her face. "Um, hey, we really need to talk to Anne, now."
Sam nodded. "Sure, Lily, let's go."
At Helen's Diner, Buffy refilled the sugar dispensers. When the bell on the door jangled announcing a customer, she looked up and saw Sam enter with Lily. Lily walked over to her. "Buff-um, Anne? Can I talk to you?"
Buffy glanced up at her, but didn't stop her work. "Look, this really isn't a good time. Can it wait?"
Lily ignored her question. "Rickie's gone. I haven't seen him for more than a day. I-he's never left for that long. I think something's . . . happened. Maybe something's happened."
Buffy looked from Lily to Sam and back. "Well, did you call the police?"
Lily shook her head. "Rickie skipped out on his parole. Uh, they would just cause more trouble."
Buffy sighed wearily, "I don't know, did you, did you ask around?" Buffy turned to Sam. "Have you or Dean seen a guy with a tattoo on his arm? It's half a heart and says Lily in it."
"Sam hardly knows him," Lily said beginning to get aggravated with Buffy. "Can't you help me?"
Buffy shook her head and walked away, "Uh, I-I can't."
Lily followed her, leaving Sam alone at the counter. "But . . . but that's who you are and stuff, right? I mean, you help people, and, you know-"
"I can't get into this. I'm sorry, Lily," Buffy whispered.
"You, you know how to do stuff."
Buffy sighed, "I don't. Not anymore."
"But, I don't know what to do," Lily whined.
"I'm sorry." Buffy walked into the kitchen and shut the door in Lily's face.
As Sam watched the two girls talk, he realized Dean was right, they knew each other. He wondered why Lily thought Anne the waitress could help find Rickie. Lily turned her worried, confused eyes to Sam who tried to give her a reassuring smile. "Lily, why don't we check out other places you and Rickie liked to go. Maybe someone has seen him."
Dean held the elderly woman's hand. "Rosa? You're gonna be okay, now. Let the nurse take a look at you." The woman stared blankly at Dean; she seemed unable to comprehend his words.
The nurse took Rosa's other hand. "Your grandson can come with us if you'd like."
Dean helped the nurse lead Rosa into an examination room and onto a cot. The nurse turned to Dean. "The doctor will be in in a minute. He's going to take good care of your grandma, don't worry."
Dean nodded his thanks as the nurse left. "Rosa, you're safe now. Tell me what happened to you. Who did this to you?"
Rosa looked at him with unfocused eyes. "I'm no one."
"No, you're my Rosalita. Come on, baby, come back to me. You can do it."
The woman shook her head slightly. "I'm no one," She repeated.
Dean gently smoothed a hand over her hair. "Rosa, you're my Rosalita," he whispered, kissing her temple. He held her and rocked her back and forth, angry that he could have let this happen.
Something in Rosa's eyes flickered. "Dean?" she murmured.
"Rosa, sweetheart, I knew you could do it." He turned to face her. "Now, tell me who did this to you. I'm gonna make the son of a bitch pay."
Rosa looked in confusion from Dean to a mirror across the room. Raising a hand to her face, she began to scream in horror. A doctor rushed into the room and forced Dean to leave.
It wasn't long until the doctor found Dean pacing in the waiting room. "I'm sorry, son, your grandmother didn't make it." Dean stormed from the building not caring that the doctor was calling after him.
"Lily, we've checked everywhere. Why don't you come back with me to my motel? Dean should be back and he can help us," Sam pleaded.
Lily wiped he eyes. "No, Sam," she sighed. "It's okay. You go. I'm going to go see a friend who can help me."
"Lily, I don't think you should be alone," Sam began.
"Don't worry about me, Sam. I won't be alone. There's a lot of people at the shelter."
Sam didn't want to let Lily go to the shelter alone but, Sam also knew that Dean would kill him if he went to the shelter without him. At least the shelter is safe, Sam thought.
Dean paced the alley; there had to be something he missed when he found Rosalita. For the life of him, he couldn't find the tiniest clue. How did Rosa become the elderly woman roaming the alley? He dragged a hand over his face in frustration. Blood bank, shelter, place the kids were squatting. What was the connection? He was about to give up when he saw two men lead a group of tired elderly homeless looking people from shelter's back door.
"You are no one."
"I am no one," the elderly repeated.
Chapter 4