High School Sweethearts and Second chances spn/btvs ch4
Title: High School Sweethearts and Second Chances (SPN/Btvs) ch 4
Author: Noturbaby
Fandoms: Supernatural, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: Teen
Warnings: None (eventual het sex between teens)
Pairings: Dean & Buffy Most BtVS characters make an appearance.
Summary: Adds the Winchesters to Seasons 2 and 3 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Buffy's a junior and Dean's a senior at Sunnydale High. At first, Dean doesn't know Buffy's a Slayer. Story deals with dating when part of life is fighting the supernatural.
a/n: This chapter does contain some actual dialogue from BTVS season 2 episode “Some Assembly Required.” No infringement intended and characters saying the dialogue have been changed.
Buffy was feeling extremely annoyed. She was annoyed that Dean blew her off when she called, but she was more annoyed with herself for letting it bother her. She walked half heartedly through the graveyard. Though she was patrolling and aware of her surroundings, her thoughts kept flowing back to her love life, the lack thereof to be precise. Angel was a vampire. A cute, strike that, a sexy vampire, but since she was the Slayer, she figured a relationship with him would have major issues to overcome. Absentmindedly, her hand went to the cross she wore; gift from Angel. She had really thought that they had something. She thought he felt the same fireworks when they kissed, but she must have been wrong. He dumped her like so much whatever without seeming to care. Buffy sighed. Angel didn’t want her. Buffy arrived at the far end of the cemetery, nothing, no vampires. Why did Giles always want her to patrol the graveyard? Vamps need people. Shouldn’t she go near people? Well, she thought, the vamp was hunting at the Bronze last night, might as well try there.
Of course, thinking about last night made her think about Dean Winchester. Now here was a hot guy, a living, breathing hot guy. Buffy sighed thinking about him. His blond hair, his green eyes, that voice, those abs. Ugh! she thought. Turns out he was just another hot guy who was not that into her. She pouted. She had better find a vampire to stake soon. She couldn’t take any more pent up frustrations.
As she entered the alley behind the Bronze, she found her target. Casually, she wondered why vampires didn’t change clothes often. Sure made it easy to find them when they wore the same thing all the time. The not so fashion conscious vampire was leading a young girl down the same way Buffy had gone the night before. Time to get the show on the road, she thought as she ran after them.
The vampire seemed surprised to see her but turned on it’s vamp face when it saw her stake.
“Hey, what’s going on? Aren’t we going back to your place?” the girl asked before she screamed in terror at the vampire.
“What’s going on is you’re going to die and then I’m going to kill little miss Barbie the hunter over there,” the vampire answered.
Buffy shook her head and laughed. “I have a better idea. You run,” she said to the girl. “and I make shish kabob out of you.” But the vampire didn’t let go of the girl, instead it went to bite her, despite her screams. Buffy decided to just run up and stake him, when he pushed the girl into Buffy. Together, they fell to the ground and the vampire turned to scurry away. Buffy was faster than he anticipated. She was able to roll the girl off of her and jump to her feet. She caught up to him and staked him in the back. However, as he turned to dust, Buffy didn’t feel quite satisfied. She tucked away the stake and put her hands on her hips. Hmm, he wasn’t that challenging and she still wanted a fight. Frustration was still bubbling inside her and this little battle did nothing to alleviate it. Maybe if there was another vampire to slay… Yep, she smiled, I wanna slay more vampires. She turned and skipped down the alley, nearly begging for a vamp to try and jump her. As she re-entered the cemetery, instead of a vamp to slay, Angel came out of the shadows.
Buffy huffed, “What do you want?”
Angel looked at her and sighed. He wanted to take her in his arms and never let go. He wanted to kiss her and touch her and make her feel better than she ever felt. He looked away from her to help him control his desire. “Buffy, something big is happening. There’s a new vampire in town.”
Buffy studied him for a minute, “Is he nearby? Cuz I could go for a good slaying.”
“No, he’s not, and Buffy this is serious. Spike is dangerous. He has killed…”
Buffy rolled her eyes. “Yeah, well, I’m dangerous, too. And I’m tired of vampires thinking I should care about them.” Buffy paused as what she just said dawned on her. She hadn’t been referring to Angel, but by the look on his face, he thought she was.
“I just want you to be careful.” Angel turned and walked away.
Buffy called after him, “Angel, wait, I didn’t mean….” But Angel was gone. “Peachy, just peachy.” She sighed and decided to go home before the night got worse. Unfortunately a worse night was just around the corner.
As she turned to go home, she slipped into an open grave. “Umf.” she muttered as she landed in an empty coffin. Thinking at first that this meant another vampire, she sprang to her feet and jumped from the grave, stake in hand. Buffy did a quick survey of the area and noticed differences in this site compared to other vampires who had crawled from their graves. This grave had been dug out from above and it looked like the body had been dragged away.
Buffy silently slipped through her window. She changed and crawled into bed. As her head hit the pillow, she heard paper crumpling. Buffy sat up and turned on her bedside light. On her pillow was a note from her mom with two words that made her heart smile. DEAN CALLED
Buffy went to sleep with a smile on her face.
Dean woke to the sound of his father’s cell phone chiming in the other room. He listened to his father’s muffled voice. Looking at the 7:00 am on the clock, he figured he may as well get up anyway. Quietly, so as not to wake Sam, he dressed, made his bed, and crept from the room.
“Yeah, got it. I could meet you there,” John spoke in hushed tones. He was trying not to wake his boys. When he saw Dean, he pointed to the kitchen. “How long will it take you?”
Dean got the hint, the call wasn’t for his ears. He did as directed and went to the kitchen. Sighing, he started the coffee and went to the fridge for milk. Milk and cold cereal, far cry from the awesome Summers’ waffles. He ate and thought for the millionth time that weekend about the cute little Buffy Summers. Hoping the call his father was taking wasn’t a hunt that would require all the Winchesters, he looked towards the living room. Then he sat back in mild shock. Did he actually want to go to school instead of on a hunt? Dean shook his head and laughed at himself. The girl would be here when he got back, he wanted to hunt.
Without saying a word to his son, John came into the kitchen and made straight for the coffee. Then he gathered stuff to make a sandwich, Dean watched his father’s every move, waiting. “When you’re done here,” John said while pointing around the kitchen. “I’m going to need your help getting gear together.”
“Yes, sir,” Dean said with enthusiasm.
John sat at the table with his son and finished his ‘breakfast’. He could tell Dean was excited and hated to wreck that eagerness. “Dean, buddy, it’s not what you think. That was Bobby Singer. There’s a chupacabra outside of Carson City.”
“Well, that’s not a big deal,” Dean said with disappointment. “Why does he need you?”
“He doesn’t. He has information I need. Also,” John rose to clear his plate. “I should return some of the gear I borrowed.” He looked at his son and sighed. “Dean, you and Sam need to stay here.” Dean started to protest but John raised his hand. “This is the hellmouth. You saw demons yourself. It’s more important that you are here.” Dean pursed his lips and looked out the window passed his dad. “Besides,” John added with a small smile. “Sammy would kick my ass if he had to miss school already.” The comment had the desired effect, Dean laughed.
“So, we just stay here and hold down the fort?”
“Yeah, for now. Carson City isn’t far. It’ll be quick work and no fun for you. If Bobby has the information I need, it will completely be worth it. You ready to get started?” John left Dean wondering what information could be so valuable that his dad would leave them to help destroy a chupacabra.
When they were done with the Impala’s weapon inventory, John and Dean gave her a look under the hood. But, as usual, she seemed in perfect condition for the road trip ahead of her. John loaded his duffel into the back seat and said goodbye to his boys. “Sam, Dean, I won’t be gone long and I’ll call when I meet up with Bobby. Dean, don’t go skipping out of school just because I’m not here. Sam, if he does, I need you to bust his ass.” The boys grinned at each other. “Dean, I have a bunch of paperwork in a folder for Mr. Giles. You have to take it to him tomorrow morning. He has people who can help decipher some of the weather events I’ve been tracking. Watch each other’s backs alright?” Sam and Dean nodded and watched as their dad drove off.
The day was nearly half over and Sam had a ton of homework left to do. “Dean, how is it that you never have homework?” Sam asked as he grabbed his backpack and sat on the shabby living room couch.
“Sammy, I have homework. I just don’t do it. What’s the point? I just need to do enough to get by and not get noticed.” Despite the words, Sam detected something else in his brother’s voice and was determined to figure it out.
“Then why should I kill myself doing all this work?” Sam asked trying to sound as frustrated as possible.
“Look, Sam, everyone knows you’re the brains of this family. We’re all going to fall back on you and your massive IQ when we’ve killed this demon.” That was the same line Dean fed Sam a million times. But this time, Sam was like a dog with a bone. Or rather a scientist with a theory to test.
“What are you going to do when we’ve finally killed the demon?” Sam waited for the mechanic line he knew was coming next.
“I don’t know, Sammy, maybe I’ll be a mechanic,” Dean sighed. Geez how many times we’re they going to have this conversation in their lives? Maybe Sam wasn’t so smart.
Sam smiled to himself. He thought he had a comeback this time. “Dean, you’re good at a lot of stuff. Maybe if you applied yourself in school, you’d see that.” Dean looked at Sam in shock. Who the hell did this kid think he was? A guidance counselor? “Dean,” Sam ignored the look he was getting. “you’re graduating this year. Don’t you want to go to college? Don’t you want something else out of life instead of hunting all the time?”
“That’s enough, Sam,” Dean didn’t like thinking about graduation. He knew he’d never see a diploma even if he did more than enough work for two of them. “Don’t you have books to read or something?”
“Not ‘til you promise me you’ll think about applying to college.” By the look on Dean’s face, Sam knew he had gone too far. “Will you at least think about a life after hunting?”
Mimicking his brother with a small whiny voice, “Will you at least think about…” Dean tackled Sam on the couch and startled wrestling him to the ground. “How about” punch “you think about” punch “doing my” punch “computer homework.” punch. Dean stood up and held out his hand to help Sam back up. “I’ll do laundry.” Dean tossed the computer assignment to Sam who looked it over thinking it would be a piece of cake.
Buffy’s day started with rereading the note her mother left her. Dean called. That was just enough to put a smile on her face. Maybe he had blown her off at first, but at least he made an attempt to talk to her again. She got into some workout clothes because she knew Giles was going to want to train today. Telling him the news of the empty grave along with the news Angel shared was going to mean getting into research mode, too. She better call Willow to see if she could help.
Giles nearly pounced on Buffy when she and Willow entered the library. “Tell me everything Angel said to you.”
“I did Giles, it wasn’t much. Just some new big bad vamp going by the name Spike is in town.”
“Hmm, yes, well we best find about all we can about this Spike. Cheeky for a vampire to call himself Spike, isn’t it.
“Whatever, Giles, I’m sure I can handle this Spike character. What really gave me the wiggins was the empty grave I fell in. It was dug out, from above,” Buffy clarified. “and the body was dragged from it.”
Giles turned to study her for a moment. “Grave robbing? That's new. Interesting.”
Buffy shuddered, “ I *know* you meant to say gross and disturbing.”
Giles turned from her and picked up a book that had been on the counter, “Yes, yes, yes of course. Uh, terrible thing. Must, must put a stop to it.” However, his mind went directly to a family of hunters currently in town. Hunters had, to his knowledge, been known to dig up graves for various reasons.
Trying to hide her disgust and fear Willow asked, “Why does someone want to dig up graves?”
Still thinking of the Winchesters, Giles responded, “Well, I'll, uh, collect some theories. Uh, it would help if we knew who the body belonged to.” He knew he would have to call John Winchester as soon as they knew more.
“Meredith Todd. Ring a bell?” Buffy asked. “She died recently. She was our age.”
Willow went straight to the computer, “This shouldn't take long. I'm probably the only girl in school who has the coroner's office bookmarked as a favorite place.” Moments later Willow shouted, “I found it! Meredith Todd died in a car accident last week.”
“How was her neck?” Buffy asked.
“It says that Meredith and two other girls in the car were killed instantly. They were all on the Fondren High Pep Squad, on the way to a game,” Willow read from the site.
Buffy sighed, “You know what this means. She wasn't killed by vampires. Somebody did dig up her corpse.” She turned to Giles, “Okay, so we got a body snatcher. What does that mean?”
“Uh, h-here's what I've come up with. Demons who eat the flesh of the dead to absorb their souls. Or, i-i-it could obviously be a, a voodoo practitioner.” Giles responded knowing full well he’d have to make Buffy begin to focus on this new threat and prepare her for a confrontation with Spike.
Willow gasped, “You mean making a zombie?”
Giles nodded, “Uh, zombies, more likely. For most traditional purposes a voodoo priest would require more than one.”
“So,” Buffy began with a squeamish shudder, “we should see if the other girls from the accident are AWOL, too. Maybe we can figure out what this creep has in mind if we know whether or not he's dealing in volume. So, we dig up some graves tonight.”
Willow gushed, “Oh, boy! A field trip! Are you gonna call Angel?”
“I don't think so. I don’t want him to think I’m all needy girl. I’m not desperate for his help or his attention.” Buffy’s mind flitted to Dean for a moment. Too bad she couldn’t ask him for help in a graveyard late at night.
Adjusting his glasses, Giles looked at Buffy with concern. “I don’t want you in the graveyard tonight. Not until we’ve done more research on this Spike. This ‘grave robbing’ may just be a trap.”
Buffy slouched, “All right, Giles.”
Dean watched Sam slump down on the couch with his book. “Sammy, how much longer you gonna take?”
“It’s Sam,” he said through gritted teeth not even looking up at his brother. “I’d be done if I didn’t have to do your work.”
Dean reached over and grabbed the book from his brother’s hands, “Sam, you’re done. You do not need to do my work and we need to get out of here. I’m so bored I could shoot something.”
“When don’t you feel like shooting something?” Sam teased.
“I’m gonna shoot you, you keep that up. Let‘s get out of here,” Dean was getting irritated with Sam and with being trapped in their low rent house on a gorgeous Sunday.
Sighing in defeat, “All right, Dean, where do you want to go?”
Smiling in his success, “Anywhere, Sammy. How ‘bout the mall?”
“Seriously? I thought you hated malls.”
“Sammy, Sam. Malls, especially malls in California, have girls there. We need to go see some girls.” Dean was grinning. “Maybe hit the food court, too.”
Even though Sam didn’t quite share his brother’s enthusiasm for girls, yet, hanging at the mall beat staying home. Sam smiled up at his brother, “Buy me one of those gigantic smoothie things and you’re on!”
Dean laughed and the Winchester boys head for Sunnydale Mall.
In the mall, Dean noticed a large group of teenagers gathered around a large portrait. As he and Sam got closer, they noticed that it was a small memorial to three girls from the Fondren High Pep Squad who had died the week before in a car accident. The boys exchanged glances, this kind of event could end up leading to a job. Sam made a mental note of the names before moving on.
After getting Sam the giant smoothie he had promised him, Dean saw a familiar face. “Hey, Xander, too cool to say hi to your friends?” Dean smiled as he repeated Xander’s barb from the other night.
With a mouth full of hot cheesy pretzel goodness, Xander replied, “Hnmf Dmfn.” Upon swallowing, “What brings you to the glory of the Sunnydale Mall?”
“My brother and I were bored out of our minds and decided to hang at the mall for a while. And you?”
“Mom’s cooking sucks, needed real sustenance.” He indicated the pretzel. “Plus, it’s a good day for checking out the hot chicks from Fondren High.” The three guys turned and looked at the memorial once again. “But, I’m not the type to take advantage of a girl in grief. I’d offer a shoulder to cry on but they seem really upset and it’d make me look …”
“Like a callous loser,” Sam suggested.
Xander gave him a judgmental look. “I was thinking shallow.”
Dean shot Sam a look. “Xander, this is my little brother, Sam. Sometimes, he’s a pain in the ass.” Dean gave Sam a small shove.
Xander brushed off Sam’s previous comment and asked, “You go to Polk Middle School?” Sam nodded, Xander nodded in return. “Who do you have for math?”
“Brennen,” Sam answered.
Another nod from Xander. “That guy’s an ass, a real nit pick on every little detail. What about English?”
Sam smiled and slightly blushed, “Ms. Panecki.”
Xander high fived him. “ She’s so awesome. I think I may have actually learned something between all the time I spent fantasizing about her. She had this one green dress…” Xander looked up like he was reliving the sight in his memory and Sam’s smile got even bigger. Dean’s eyes bugged out as he looked between the two.
“She still wears it,” Sam confirmed.
“Awesome,” was Xander’s only reply. Changing the subject suddenly, “You guys want to grab some S’barro’s?”
John pulled up next to Singer’s Nova, Bobby was leaning against the truck waiting for him. “So, Bobby, how bad is it?” John asked as he walked around the rear of the Impala.
“Aw, hell, it’s probably just a coyote with mange. Either way, I’ll put it out of its misery before it does any more damage. Here’s another packet of weather reports I gathered for you,” Bobby Singer handed John a large well beaten manila folder. “So tell me, have you met the Slayer, yet?”
John took the folder and flipped through it before answering, “No, not yet.”
“What about her watcher, this Giles fella?”
“No,” John responded, but seeing the small surprise on Bobby’s face continued, “he’s the librarian at Dean’s school. So far, we’ve done most of the communicating through Dean.”
“How are the boys? They liking living on the sunny hellmouth?” Bobby asked with a smile but also genuine interest.
John looked at his friend and shrugged. “You know them, they’re good anywhere. Sammy’s being a pain in the ass, Dean’s just liking the new crop of girls.” Both men shook their heads thinking about Dean’s multitude of girls.
Bobby suddenly took a slightly serious tone, “Has Dean met the Slayer?”
“No. Are you kidding? That’d be like him meeting Zeppelin. If he met her, he’d tell me. He and a tiny slip of a girl were attacked by some vampires Friday. He handled it.” John responded to Bobby’s concerned appearance. “Dean doesn’t know that’s what they were, Giles said something about the effect of the hellmouth on vampires. They don’t look the same there as everywhere else. Get this, stakes through the heart actually work on the hellmouth.” He smiled at Bobby’s surprised expression. “Come on. Let’s take care of this mangy coyote or whatever it is before someone gets hurt.” The hunters left, guns in hand.
Dean was in Giles’ library before the first bell rang Monday morning. “These are the files my dad wanted you to look over.” He said as he handed Giles a rather large packet of information.
Giles studied him for a moment, “Your father has gathered all of this information on the demon by himself?” Giles was obviously impressed.
“Yes, sir. He really hopes you can help him detect a pattern he may have missed,” Dean knew this folder was practically his father’s life’s work. He wasn’t very comfortable just handing it off to Giles and his apprehension showed.
Giles attempted a look of reassurance. “Dean, I know how important this is to your family. I will put my best people on it and we will find something to help your father track and destroy the demon. You have my word.” This seemed to ease Dean’s mind a bit. “In the meantime, I was wondering if you assist me with a small problem my Slayer encountered this weekend.”
This peeked Dean’s interest. The Slayer needed his help? How awesome was that? With enthusiasm written all over him, Dean replied, “I’ll do whatever I can.”
Giles smiled, “What can you tell me about grave robbing?” He continued to fill in the details of Buffy’s graveyard discovery.
Dean confirmed Giles’ suspicions. “It wasn’t us. But we can go to the graveyard tonight to check out the other two graves and see if they have been disturbed. We can check for anything the ‘robbers’ left behind that may tell us what they are intending to do with the corpses. Maybe some one or some thing with a vendetta against cheerleaders.”
“Thank you,” Giles noted the time and realized he need to get young Winchester out of there before Buffy showed up. “Please keep me informed. And be careful as Sunnydale is full of more danger than just grave robbers as I’m sure you know.”
“Yeah, Mr. Giles, don’t worry. We can handle ourselves pretty well.” Dean grabbed his notebooks and left the office.
Buffy, Willow and Xander were taking their usual slow walk around the school before arriving at the library and nearly crashing into Dean as he left. Buffy was surprised to see him, especially at the library. Though she didn’t really know him, Dean Winchester did not seem like the book worm type. “Hey, you,” she said with a smile showing her pleasure at seeing him again.
Dean looked embarrassed for being caught at the library by Buffy for the second time. “Hey,” he returned but included Xander and Willow with his smile. “I, uh, just needed to return a book.”
“Responsible book borrower,” Buffy nodded. “I’m sure Giles was all about the gratitude for returning his books.”
Willow nodded, “We think he thinks of them as his children.”
“One precious book gone for too long and Giles sends out pictures on milk cartons,” Xander added.
Dean laughed, relieved these guys didn’t think he was library nerd. “Did you get your computer work done, Dean?” Willow asked.
Dragging his eyes from Buffy’s smile, he turned to Willow. “Yeah, my little brother helped me.” He said with a sheepish smile.
“Sam of the super smart,” Xander added. Xander’s recognition of Sam surprised Buffy and Willow. “Oh yeah, we bonded yesterday over mall food.”
Just then the bell sounded. Willow and Xander turned to go to computer class. Buffy reached out for Dean’s hand, “Sorry, I didn’t call you back yesterday but you didn’t leave your number.”
Dean leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. “See you next hour.” As he turned to catch up with Willow and Xander, Buffy’s hand went to her cheek. She watched him walk away and sighed a smile. This was going to be a good day.
Chapter 5