Reasons to Visit Cleveland (SPN/BtVS) ch3

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Title: Reasons to Visit Cleveland  cjh 3
Author: Noturbaby
Fandoms: Supernatural, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG-13 - R
Warnings: none
Summary: Bobby sent the boys to Cleveland to retrieve something, but they come across a Slayer instead.
Disclaimer: Supernatural and Buffy the Vampire Slayer do not belong to me. This is for fun not for profit.

After signing the check, Dean turned to his brother, “So, you cool or do we need to leave?”

Sam looked quickly at Xander then back to his brother, before answering quietly, “I guess we can…”

“That’s my boy,” Dean clapped him on the shoulder. “That Faith chick’s damn hot and she’d probably hunt you down if you tried to leave,” Dean teased.

Sam glared at him, “I didn’t mean...”

“Right,” Dean nodded. “Whatever, man. I say go for it. But if you’re not man enough…”

“What, Dean? You’ll just jump both…”

“Dude, they’re hot as hell slayers, I’ll do whatever they want.” Dean wagged his eyebrows, making Sam shake his head.

Xander groaned and slumped back in his chair. “You guys want to hit the bar?” Xander asked breaking up the brother’s conversation. Dean looked at Sam as if to say it was time to fish or cut bait. “The girls made a dance floor detour.” Xander nodded in the direction of the dancing.

“Sammy’ll have at least one more beer, won’t ya, Sammy?” Dean answered barely able to take his eyes off the slayers as they danced together. He patted his brother’s arm and rose to walk to the bar with Xander and Sam in tow.

“Dean,” Sam hissed, “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Dean looked at the dance floor, glanced at his brother and nodded his assurance. Sam sighed, “We don’t even know what a slayer really is.” He watched Faith move her hips. He turned to face the bar, and whispered, “They might part succubus or something.”

Dean chuckled, “Dude, relax,” but thought it wouldn’t be such a bad way to go.

When the song ended, Buffy led the others to the bar. Faith squeezed between Dean and Sam, gratefully accepting the beer Dean handed her. Then he turned to Buffy, “What can I get for you?”

“She likes those froofy girl drinks,” Faith answered winking at Buffy.

“Okay,” Dean stepped away from the bar and put his hand at the small of Buffy’s back leading her up to the bar. “Order away, it’s on me, sweetheart.” Then he leaned back, “Keisha, you want anything?”

“I’m good,” She lifted a tall drink in his direction and took a sip. “Thanks.”

Dean leaned in closer to Buffy, “Gotta say Slime Girl, you clean up well.”

Buffy laughed, “Thanks, cowboy.” Then she turned toward him and wrinkled her brow. “Why are you guys wearing your coats? Are you going?”

“Ah,” before Dean could answer, his phone rang. Looking at the ID, then at his brother, “Shit, it’s Bobby.” He looked at Buffy, “Give me a sec.” Dean flipped his phone open and walked towards the door.

“The only place they’re goin’ is the dance floor. Right, Sam?” Faith grinned up at him.

“Uh, well, I..” Sam stammered as he watched his brother leave.

A No Doubt song started, “Ooh, I like this song.” She put her beer down and pushed Sam’s coat off his shoulders. “Come, on.” She grinned, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the dance floor.

Xander and Buffy exchanged looks and laughed. “Well, come on you two. Let’s show them how it’s done,” Keisha smiled leading both Xander and Buffy to the dance floor.

As she danced, Buffy kept an eye on the door, waiting for Dean’s return. The next song started and he still hadn’t returned. She looked at Sam to see if he was concerned, but he had his hands full of Faith, literally. Buffy grinned. When Faith set her sights on a guy, he had no chance of escape. She turned and saw Dean leaning against the bar watching her.

She smiled as she strolled over to him. Picking up her cocktail she asked, “What, are you too cool to dance?”

As she sipped at her straw, Dean slowly moved his eyes from her lips to her eyes. “No, I dance. This just isn’t my kind of music.”

“Oh. Okay, fair enough,” She reached past him to put her cocktail back on the bar. She was slightly amused that he didn’t move out of her way, forcing her to practically lean into him. “Everything okay with the phone call?”

Dean smirked briefly, then sobered, “Yeah, just a friend checking in to make sure you hadn’t strung me up yet.”

Buffy raised a brow. “Get strung up often?”

Dean’s grin slowly grew as he tried not to go for innuendo. Instead he shrugged and took a pull at his beer, leaving Buffy to her imagination for her answer. “So what do you do in a bar when you don’t dance?”

“Well,” Buffy sighed. “There’s pool tables and darts.” She studied him for a moment. “Think you can take me?”

Dean stared at her for a beat, then bit his lip. “Well, I can try. Lead the way.”

When the next song ended, Faith leaned into Sam and looked up into his eyes, “I don’t know about you, Stretch, but I could use another beer.”

Sam gulped, “Yeah, sure. Sounds good.” Faith grinned and led him by his hand back to the bar. Sam looked around nervously.

“Dean and Buffy are in the other room,” Faith pointed to where the pool tables were. She smiled again seeing Sam visibly relax when he saw his brother. “So, Sam, what can I get ya?” She rubbed her hand on his arm bringing Sam’s attention back to her.

“I’ll have whatever you have,” Sam answered.

“Great! Yo, Barkeep, two tequilas and two Coronas!” Faith shouted over the music to the young guy working both the music and their end of the bar. Sam blanched at the thought of shots but changed his mind when he watched Faith lick the salt off her hand. Finishing off the shot, Faith asked. “Hey, what does your brother drink?”

The pool tables were occupied, so Buffy walked up to one of the electronic dartboards and deposited her quarters. Dean leaned against the wall with his arms crossed as he watched her throw. Three bulls eyes. Buffy smiled smugly at him and he bowed his head slightly, “Nice grouping. Impressive.”

“Thanks,” Buffy grinned, thinking she should have put money on the game. “Throwing pointy things with accuracy is part of the job.” She handed him the darts as they exchanged places.

Dean nodded. “Yeah,” Dean smiled, “but, uh, the game you picked is Cricket,” Buffy’s mouth fell open as Dean hit a triple 20, a triple 19, and only barely missed a triple 18, “not 301.” Dean shrugged and returned the darts to Buffy. She huffed but thought she’d be able to catch up.

For his part, Dean didn’t hide the fact that he liked watching her. His eyes slowly traveled over her body. Buffy was practically blushing from the attention he was paying her. When it appeared that the game would only last two more rounds, at the most, it dawned on Buffy that he was probably looking at her like that to throw her off her game. ‘Two can play that’ she smirked to herself. She ‘accidentally’ dropped the darts and bent over slowly to retrieve them. She sucked on her straw, she licked her lips, all the while letting her eyes roam over him. Unfortunately for Buffy, Dean enjoyed her attention, it just made him play better. After he threw the game winning dart, Buffy stalked to the board and pulled his darts out. “I want a rematch.” She held out her hand for his quarters.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” Dean said with a smile. Obediently, Dean handed her the required quarters.

“Dean? Buffy?”

Both turned to the waitress that called them. “Yes.” “Yeah.”

“Here, these are for you.” She held out a tray with two shots. “Sex on the beach, for Buffy and tequila for Dean.”

“We didn’t order these,” Buffy said as she held the shot.

“Yeah, they’re from Faith and Sam,” the waitress said pointing at the bar with a smile.

Dean raised his brow, “Bottoms up.” Buffy drank hers and made a face. Dean took the lime, rubbed it on his hand, then sprinkled on the salt. He looked at Buffy while he licked the salt off. He finished off his shot and sucked on the lime, eyes on her the entire time. When he finally looked away from her to get the waitress’s attention, Buffy remembered to breathe.

“Wait,” Dean stopped the waitress. “What does Faith drink?” he asked Buffy.

Buffy shrugged, “Anything. Everything.” She answered with a wave of her hand. “Whoa, wait, don’t start some kind of drinking game with Faith. It’ll end ugly.”

Dean laughed, “Alright.” He turned to the waitress, “If they buy us another round, you just get them whatever their drinking.” He handed the waitress a twenty. “But, let’s start off by getting each of them a tequila. And she needs another.”

“Lemon drop,” Buffy offered.

“Right, and I’ll take another Sol,” Dean said before turning back to Buffy. “Well, start the game, sweetheart.” Buffy wondered which game he meant, darts or distraction.

Faith took Sam by the hand and led him to a table near the dance floor. She nodded to Keisha who was still dancing with Xander. Keisha grinned mischievously and whispered something in Xander’s ear.

Faith returned her attention to Sam. “So, Sam, you visit Cleveland often?”

“Uh, no, actually. We used to, but we haven’t for a while,” he cleared his throat, worried that he may be giving away too much information.

This really blows, Ashley thought to herself. Nearly all the other Slayers--in--Training were out for the night, but she had to stay in and work with Mr. Wells. It wasn’t like the research was even that vital anymore. Mr. Harris had already met with the hunters and the whole ‘threat’ was over, so she didn’t know why she needed to do this background check. On the other hand, Ms Summers seemed to think these guys were bad news.

She looked over at Mr. Wells, he was in some chat room giggling away. Ashley rolled her eyes, this was not how she wanted to spend her Friday night. Finally, the search engine stopped and pages began opening on her screen. Her jaw dropped open in awe. Then, she smirked. She may not be the fastest slayer, she may not be the strongest slayer, she may get passed over for the juiciest assignments, but, she thought as she looked at the screen, if she could show these findings to Ms. Summers. then she was sure to get the attention she felt she deserved.

Buffy looked at the score on the board. Not that she was good with math, but she was pretty sure she was going to need four darts to win, Dean only needed three, if he was good, which she knew he was. Damn, she pouted, so close. She looked at him leaning so smugly against the wall. He raised a brow, and cocked his head toward the board, “Gonna throw?”

Buffy bit her lip, “I don’t know. What do we have riding on this game?”

Dean rubbed his mouth, taking his time to get his thoughts out of the gutter. “Uh, did we place a bet? I don’t remember.” But then he smirked, because he knew she couldn’t go out in this round.

Buffy went to stand inches from him and reached around him to her drink, practically pressing into him. She kept her eyes on his as she sucked on the straw. Dean stood still except for his eyes gazing from her eyes to her lips. Narrowing her eyes, she replaced her drink, “Well, if I win, we’re done with darts and you dance with me. If you win, we’ll do something you want.” She walked back to the line, giving Dean the impression that he won no matter the outcome of the darts. With one last look at Dean, she threw her darts, only 14 points from victory. She strolled over to Dean holding out one dart. “Should only take one, right?” She asked with a roll of her eyes.

Dean took the dart she handed to him, smirked, “What do I get if I win with just one dart?”

Faith moved around the table to Sam. Sam tried to stay calm. He really didn’t know why this girl got to him. He’d been with his share of beautiful women, and he’d seen his share of supernatural beings. Why did she make him so nervous? Faith ran her hand from his shoulder down his back. “So, uh, Faith, where did you say you were from?” Sam glanced at her as she pulled her stool next to him.

“I didn’t, but you knew that,” Faith leaned closer. “Originally, Boston, but then the whole slayer thing happened and my life’s been a crazy road trip from hell ever since.”

Sam laughed, nearly spit his beer actually. Wiping his mouth, “I can totally relate.”

Faith raised a brow, “Oh really? How’s that?”

“Yeah, we’re from Kansas, but we’ve spent my whole life in a car.”

“I hope it was a nice car,” Faith said with a chuckle.

Sam smiled, “I would never say anything against the car. My brother’d kick my ass if I did.” He faced her, “My dad became a hunter when a demon killed my mom when I was a baby.” Sam coughed, feeling he may have given a bit too much away, maybe he shouldn’t drink so much around Faith. “Uh, when did the slayer thing happen?”

“Well, it’s kinda complicated,” Faith noticed a slow song was starting, “maybe I can tell you about it in the morning.” She rose and walked around him. Turning back to him, she held out her hand and Sam eagerly accepted.

Dean had his hands on Buffy’s hips holding her tightly against him. Buffy rested her arms on Dean’s shoulders, “You won. We didn’t have to dance.”

Dean brushed a strand of hair over her shoulder. “Like the song.” He put his hand back to her hip and pulled her closer, though that was hardly possible. He moved the two of them in a slow circle. Buffy thought the way he moved his hips when he danced should be illegal. She hadn’t had that much to drink, but she was feeling light headed.

Buffy’s cell started to vibrate in her pocket. Dean released her and began to step away. As she grabbed it, she noticed Faith was reaching for hers. She looked at the message and met Faith’s eyes. Both Slayers turned to where Xander and Keisha were standing, Xander looking at his phone.

“What’s going on?” Sam asked. Faith’s face had become serious. She left him with a wave to walk over to the table. Buffy, Xander, and Keisha followed.

Dean and Sam exchanged looks and joined them. Dean held Buffy’s arm. “Buffy, is something wrong? Is it something we can help with?” The slayers exchanged looks. Keisha shrugged and turned to Xander. Faith and Buffy seemed to have a nonverbal conversation. “I’ll take that as a no.” Dean stepped back to allow them to leave the table.

She met his eyes briefly, “Just a message from work,” she sighed. “We just gotta huddle a minute.” She gave him a hopeful shrug and joined the others at a different table.

Xander scrolled down the message on his phone. “It’s really not anything we didn’t already kinda know.”

Faith nodded, “Get to the highlights then.”

“Well, according Andrew, Ashley finished a back ground check on our boys here and she found some items he thought might be of interest.” Xander went on.

“Like what?” Keisha leaned in to see the screen.

“Well, they both have police records…”

“Who doesn’t?” Buffy scoffed.

“Yeah,” Xander nodded. “It’s mostly the usual, B and E, arson, impersonating an officer,” Xander made a motion with his hand as if he were telling his blackberry to hurry with the details. “They also have bank robbery, Dean’s wanted for murder..” He paused as the Slayers exchanged looks and a quiet settled over them.

Keisha shook her head, “I don’t believe it.”

Faith looked at Sam and Dean leaning against the table, “I’m not gonna cast stones. Anyone’s who’s been in our line of work as long as they have…I’m just saying there’s probably an explanation.” She looked at Buffy, who was chewing her lip and looking at the ground.

Keisha was intrigued, “How long have they been hunters?”

“Sam told me his whole life. Demon took his mom when he was a baby.” Buffy and Xander looked stunned. Faith went on, “They were trying to help with the zombies.”

“They didn’t have to hand over the chalice,” Xander said in agreement.

Buffy shrugged, “They didn’t have to buy dinner.” The group’s tension seemed to ease.

Xander looked at the screen a shook his head in a chuckle, “Well, you’ll like this. It seems that Dean’s dead.” He made a face at Buffy.

Buffy smiled and shook her head. “Well, you know that’s how I like my men,” she said making Faith and Xander laugh. “Have Andrew drop the file at my house, I’ll look at it in the morning. I think we’re good now.”

At the other table, Dean rubbed his chin and watched the impromptu slayer meeting. Something was up, that was obvious, he wanted in.

Sam twisted his straw, “Dude, this was a good idea.”

“What?” Dean asked distracted from the ‘meeting’.

“Hanging out with them. It’s good, I mean we’re making allies.”

Dean chuckled, “Is that what you’re calling it? I thought you were making time with Faith.”

Sam gave him a dirty look, “Whatever.”

“Dude, you drunk?” Dean narrowed his brow at his brother.

“Pfft, no. I might be a little buzzed,” Sam admitted. “But Faith keeps buying shots. And I just keep…”

Dean smiled and nodded, “Not so worried about us hanging out then.”

“Nope,” Sam nodded. “’Cept, what’d’ d’you think they’re talking about?”

Dean shrugged, “I don’t know, man. Hope it’s not some job. I was really liking tonight.”

The slayers and Xander returned to the table wearing smiles, but the Winchester’s weren’t feeling at ease. They knew something hit the slayer radar, they both hoped they didn’t need to worry about it. Faith winked at Dean, but took Sam by the hand and walked away.

Dean cleared his throat, “Ah, everything alright?”

“Yeah,” Buffy looked up at Dean. “Nothing to worry about. You’re not worried, are you?” She raised a brow at Xander.

“I’m good, but then again, I always was,” Xander replied grinning. Dean was curious but before he could inquire more about it, Xander went on, “I’m more worried about Sam,” he nodded to the bar taking Dean’s attention with him.

Keisha giggled at them, “I hope he can handle Faith.”

Dean was happily surprised to see his brother thoroughly enjoying body shots with Faith. “Nah, don’t worry about him, he looks like he’s enjoying it,” Dean added and put a hand on Buffy’s hip.

Buffy sighed. I wouldn’t need alcohol to lick Dean’s neck that way, she thought. Then she shivered with the thought.

“You okay?” Dean’s lips brushed her ear as he spoke. Buffy shuddered again.

“Yeah, I’m good,” she leaned back into him.

Keisha smiled at her then said, “We should get another round. You all in for another?”

Xander held up his empty glass, “I believe I am.”

“Sure,” Buffy answered as Dean put his hands in his pockets.

“Keisha, let me get this,” he began.

“No, sweetie, I got it, really,” Keisha grinned. “Xander come help me.”

Buffy turned to face Dean, his hand sliding around her. “So, you really good with Sam being turned into Faith’s dessert?”

Dean tilted his head back and laughed, “She should probably stop feeding him alcohol. But, yeah, I’m fine with it. At least he’s not afraid of slayers anymore.”

Buffy’s surprise showed on her face, “Afraid?”

Dean nodded, “After he saw how you handled yourself yesterday, he did a bunch of research on you guys.”

“Really?” Buffy’s eyebrows shot up. “What’d he find out?”

Seeing that she was completely amused, Dean smirked. “That slayers are hot chicks that kick ass.”

Buffy grinned, “Hot, huh?”

“And kick ass.” Dean heard the opening notes of a song he liked and took Buffy’s hand and led her to the dance floor.

Buffy sighed happily as he put his hands on the small of her back. Dean lightly touched her cheek turning her face to his. “I was thinking you still owe me from our dart game.”

His lips just brushed hers as she responded, “Mm hmm.” Buffy pressed her lips to his, but once again her cell phone interrupted them. Breaking apart she pulled it from her pocket. ‘I’m gonna slay this thing,’ she thought to herself. Dean stepped back but Buffy quickly grabbed his arm and with a look told him to stay. She read a couple phrases, and turned to put her arms back to his shoulders. Dean tilted his head looking down at her, “Everything okay?”

Buffy put his hand back on her hip, “All good.” She let him pull her close again and he began to move his hips into hers. Leaning back to look up into his eyes, Buffy smiled. “And I thought you had nice moves last night.”

Dean smiled and spoke into her ear, “I haven’t even brought out my best moves.” He held her the tiniest bit tighter and Buffy nearly went weak in her knees. She suddenly realized that Ken had never made her feel anything. They had had two dates, last night would magic number three, but she hadn’t even been thinking of doing anything past dinner. Dean moved his hips again. Buffy closed her eyes, I just met this guy and I’m thinking about his other moves. She felt herself flush.

Dean noticed that she was distracted and began to feel doubtful of where he thought the evening was headed. The song ended and Dean was about to lead her off the floor when Faith and Sam came tumbling up. “Hee--ey, you guys. Look at you,” Faith’s speech was slightly slurred. “You’re gettin’ all friendly.”

Sam’s big frame was wrapped around Faith, “Buffy, did you get our message?”

Buffy nodded with a grin, “Yes, I did, Sam. Thank you.”

Sam smiled. “Good, see, told ya it was all good,” he said to Faith.

Faith turned to face Sam, “And I told you, your brother wouldn’t like the interruption.” She bent back to look at Dean, “See, he didn’t.”

Buffy turned to Dean, “Xander and Keisha left, and, uh, Xander was our ride.”

Dean smiled and leaned close to her, “So, now you need a ride home.”

Buffy just grinned, and tried to shrug coyly.

“Good,” Faith said with a grin. “I wasn’t ready for this night to be over, and now I get to check out this famous car.” She led the way to the door.

Dean looked at Sam who shrugged then hurriedly went to catch up to Faith.