High School Sweethearts and Second Chances spn/btvs ch 19

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Title: High School Sweethearts and Second Chances (SPN/Btvs)
Author: Noturbaby
Fandoms: Supernatural, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG-13 - R
Warnings: None (eventual het sex between teens)
Pairings: Dean & Buffy Willow & Oz 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.


The ride to the other state park was uneventful. Both John and Dean avoiding the uncomfortable conversation they knew they had to have. “So, what’s this job anyway?” Dean figured talking about the job would help him avoid talking about Buffy.

John sighed. He hated doing this to his son, but if he was going to destroy this thing he needed bait. “Dean, you can handle the job. We need to talk about Buffy.” Both of them shifted uncomfortably in their seats. “She may be in more trouble than you can handle by yourself. She may even have PTSD.” Seeing Dean’s confused face, he clarified, “Post traumatic stress.” Dean nodded. “Dean, this may be something you shouldn’t try to deal with on your own.”

Dean wanted to protest, but he knew his dad wouldn’t listen. There was no way he was going to abandon Buffy. He hoped his dad wasn’t going to try to make him.

“I called Mr. Giles,” John wasn’t shocked at Dean’s lack of surprise. “He and I think she needs to get real help before she is able to be the Slayer again.”

Dean slammed back into his seat, “What?!” You’re gonna--” he stopped himself. He knew better than to fight with his father once his mind was made up. Dean would just figure a way around whatever his dad had thought up. Taking a breath, he went on, “sure whatever you say.”

John sighed, “Dean, when we’re done here, I want to take her up to Pastor Jim’s.” Dean looked at his father the anger draining from his face. “Jim’s helped a lot of people suffering from PTSD. Since he knows the truth about who she is, I’m sure he can help Buffy.”

“Yeah,” Dean muttered. He began to look out the window, knowing that his summer with Buffy was going to be cut short. Wishing he could have gone on this hunt when Buffy was at Pastor Jim’s so he wouldn’t miss time with her.

“Depending on the next job, I figure you and Sammy could stay with him for a while, too.” John pretended not to notice the change in Dean as he said that.

Buffy sighed in boredom. The cabin was horribly dull. She picked up some papers she found on a table by the door and a smile crept across her face. “Sam!” Not hearing a response, she yelled again.

Then she heard a quiet, “What, now?” coming from outside.

“Hey, Sam, did you see this stuff?” Buffy held up a couple of the campground fliers to him.

“Uh, no. Why?” Sam wondered why Buffy was smiling so much.

“Cuz, this place has jet skis we can rent.” She smiled at him. “So?”

“Uh, don’t you have to be 18 or something to rent those?” Sam was not going to get his hopes up.

“Yeah, so, Anne Hetfield will rent them.” Buffy was about to re-enter the cabin when Sam stopped her.

“Anne Hetfield?”

“That’s what my ID says. Oh, and I’m 21, so no worries,” Sam returned the huge grin Buffy was wearing. “So? Come on, Sam. We are not gonna just sit in this cabin on a day like today.”

“Jet skis?”

“Yeah, then maybe tonight we can Karaoke.” She held up another flier. “The campground’s rec center has Karaoke tonight.” She paused and smiled hopefully at him. “Come on, Sam, we don’t have to sing but we can watch the other campers or we can go to the game room or --”

Sam squinted his eyes as he studied her wondering if she was just trying to buy his friendship. Then he figured he may as well take advantage of it if he could. “Do you have the money for this?” Sam asked cautiously.

“Of course! If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have suggested it. Come on, Sam, let’s go somewhere. We can go swimming or hiking or whatever.”

Suddenly, Sam was smiling as much as she was, “We’re totally jet skiing first.” He rushed passed her into the cabin to change. Buffy was nearly jumping with joy as she packed a bag for the day’s festivities.

“Alone? Really?” Dean was unable to hide his enthusiasm. His dad had never allowed him to hunt ‘all by himself’.

John cleared his throat, “Yeah, but you’re gonna need more gear.” He filled a pack and handed it to his son. “You got the map right?”

“Yeah, --”

“Good, follow the trail I marked. Nothing should happen until you set up camp for the night. Be on your guard, anyway.”

“Right,” Dean adjusted the pack onto his back. Hiking in the woods in this heat was not his idea of fun, but it was going to be pretty cool to have his own hunt.

John looked around. John pointed to another location on the map further up river. “I’ll meet you here in the morning.”

“You’re not going back to the cabin?” Dean asked as he took the map from his father.

“No, that would be too far of a drive for the night. I’ll set up camp there and in the morning we’ll meet. Got any other questions?”

“Iron blade to the heart and I’m good,” Dean nodded, smiling up at his dad. “Think I got it.”

“Good, see ya in the morning,” John clapped a hand on Dean’s shoulder and watched his son disappear into the forest.

The campsite would not allow Sam to rent his own jet ski, solo drivers had to be sixteen, but as long as Ms. Hetfield rode with him, he could drive. Buffy and Sam put on the regulation life jackets and spent the afternoon enjoying the freedom of the jet ski. Taking turns driving and scaring each other senseless with daring stunts.

Returning the jet ski when the rental period was over, Sam and Buffy stayed at the center of the campground. Buffy bought them some snacks, while Sam checked out the activity list. “Buffy, you’re wrong, Karaoke was last night, and tonight is a movie,” Sam explained before taking a bite of the sandwich Buffy handed him.

“Ooh, what’s the movie? Is it something good?”

Sam cleared his throat, “Ah, the first one is ‘The Little Mermaid’ then later it’s ‘Sixteen Candles’.”

Buffy made a face, not exactly what she wanted to see. “Well, Dean did rent ‘Batman’. So, I guess we could watch that.”

Sam laughed, “Yeah, we could, but Dean didn’t see that the cabin isn’t equipped with a VCR.”

Buffy nearly spit her soda, “Seriously? Oh, sorry.” She took another sip of soda. “Well, whatever you want to do Sam.” She gathered their garbage and tossed it away. “Hanging out here is better than the cabin, though.”

Sam nodded his agreement, “Ya wanna go swimming?” Buffy smiled. “Bet my cannonball’s better than yours!” Sam called as he raced to the pool area.

Sam jumped into the pool while Buffy staked out some chaise lounges for them. It was getting a little late in the day for the good sun, Buffy thought, but she’d attempt to get a tan. Watching Buffy strip out of her t -shirt and shorts, Sam was happy that his brother wasn’t around to mock him for staring. As Buffy lay down on the lounge, Sam turned to make sure she wouldn’t catch him staring, and he was happy the water was a little cold, the suit Dean bought Buffy, was just barely a suit.

After laying there for a couple minutes, Buffy realized that Sam must be bored, so she called, “Hey Sam, let’s see that cannonball.”

“Okay.” Sam hauled himself out and strode to the diving board to jump in. When he returned to the surface, he looked to see if Buffy had been watching, but found her chair empty. He looked around just as the splash from Buffy’s cannonball hit him in the face.

In his excitement, Dean reached the designated clearing ahead of schedule. He had completed all the tasks his dad told him to do, now he had to wait for nightfall. Dean was bored out of his mind. He daydreamed about what Buffy and Sam were doing. They must have been bored out of their minds, too, being stuck in the cabin. Sam was probably reading and Buffy was probably doing some sort of girl stuff. He hoped Sam wasn’t being a pain in Buffy’s ass. He sighed, he wished his dad had told him he’d have nothing to do for hours, he’d have brought a magazine or something. He looked around the clearing more carefully. There were definite signs of a struggle. Boulders had been moved, not much, but still moved. Small branches were broken in an area, he could use those for firewood. As he examined the branches, he realized that they indicated the path the creature took to enter the clearing. He smirked, now he could set a trap.

John moved silently in the tree stand he set up. Through his scope, he watched as Dean set up camp. He absolutely hated using Dean as bait, but there was no other way. He couldn’t let Dean know he’d be near. The creature needed to feel fear or it wouldn’t be susceptible to the bullets John had loaded in his rifle. He swore to himself when he saw Dean setting up a trap. That would definitely put a crimp in his plans. Then he shook his head and smiled, he should have realized that Dean would be smart enough to think of doing something like that. After all, that’s why he’d spent so much time training the kid.

Buffy and Sam decided to hang out in the game room. They kept the air hockey table occupied until some young kids asked to play. Then, Buffy challenged Sam to Daytona 500. He easily beat her and laughed at her fake pout. When ‘Sixteen Candles’ was about to start, Buffy bought popcorn and sodas, and sat next to Sam in the campground’s outdoor movie theater. “Buffy,” Sam whispered, “we don’t have to stay for this. I thought you said you didn’t like this one.”

Without taking her eyes from the screen Buffy answered, “I don’t care Sam. Do you want to go?”

Sam looked around. The sun had set but the sky still had a rosy violet glow. “Yeah, we should go before it gets too dark.” Buffy nodded. They gathered their things and headed back to the cabin.

As they made their way down the path, the old growth trees shut out any light from the sky and stars. Sam began to wish they had packed a flash light. A quiet, “Wow,” escaped Buffy.

“What is it?” Sam whispered.

“It’s so dark,” Buffy looked around. “I’ve never been out in the middle of nowhere at night before.” She looked around wide eyed. “I can’t believe it’s so dark. I wish we brought a flashlight.”

“I thought slayers had super senses.”

“Sort of, but I’m just saying, this is like way dark,” Buffy replied. “I may see a little better than you, but, right now, I’m hoping you know the way back to the cabin.”

Buffy was sounding a little nervous to Sam. “Yeah, I got it. I always make sure to remember stuff like that or Dean would tease me forever.”

Buffy smiled at the thought of Dean. “He do that a lot? Tease you about stuff?”

“Yeah, like mercilessly. Why does he try to tell you he doesn’t?”

Buffy laughed, “No, I’m sure he’d happily admit to teasing you.” She walked in silence for a few steps. “It’s just that when you talk about him like that, it’s like he’s two different people. I mean, with me, he’s totally sweet,” she clarified, “but he can be a jerk to you, huh?”

“Yeah,” Sam huffed his answer.

“Like when he hit you yesterday, that was not very nice.”

“Well, I kinda started it.”

“Oh, in that case, that was kinda mean of you,” Buffy teased. “What did he get you from town? That was nice. I mean, that he got you something.”

Sam wasn’t about to explain the whole girl friend/big brother vs. little brother dynamic to Buffy. He’d stick with answering her question. “He got me a Smashing Pumpkins cassette.”

“See, that was nice, right?”

Sam chuckled at Buffy defending Dean, “Yeah, he got me a walkman for Christmas, so now he gets me cassettes once in a while. He says that then I won’t bug him about the music he listens to.”

Buffy grabbed Sam’s arm. “Oh my god, I know.” She shook her head. “I mean a person can only take so much Metallica before they want to kill someone.” They both laughed. “Don’t get me wrong, I love a good head bangin’ tune once in a while,” she grimaced and thought, not really, “but he could really use a wider range of music.”

“Totally,” Sam agreed, laughing. “It’s pretty funny that you don’t like Metallica, with your name and all.”

“Huh? What does ‘Buffy’ have to do with Metallica?

Then Sam really started laughing, “Not ‘Buffy’, ‘Hetfield’. It’s the singer’s last name.”

“Oh,” Buffy giggled. “No wonder Dean liked it. I didn’t pick it. Scott did. I would have picked Rossdale or McGrath.”

Sam rolled his eyes thinking she was pretty typical of all the other girls he knew liking the looks of the guy more than the music. Then he accidentally bumped into Buffy. “Oops, sorry.”

“S’okay. Just don’t push me off the path. I don’t think I would make it back without you,” Buffy smiled at him, but she wasn’t sure he could see it. She held on to his arm for a minute.

Suddenly, Sam understood why Dean fell for Buffy. She was perfect. She was pretty, she was generous, she was funny, she was brave, Sam winced, she was his brother’s girlfriend. He could not have a crush on his brother’s girlfriend. That would be very, very bad. He made himself review the Presidents of the United States in order to keep his mind off of the girl walking next to him. His concentration was broken when Buffy grabbed his arm again and asked, “Sam, which way do we go now?”

Sam looked around, “To the left, the cabin’s to the left, this path,” he indicated the right one, “leads to the lake.”

Buffy let out a breath and linked her arm through Sam’s, “I hope you’re right, Sam.”

“Don’t worry, I am,” Sam grinned proudly.

Dean was bored out of his mind. Okay, dad, it’s after dark, when the hell is this thing supposed to show up? He cracked his neck and leaned against a large rock. He’d be lucky if he didn’t fall asleep before this thing showed up. Dean surveyed his small campsite. He was all set for the “attack”, looking around again he nearly laughed to himself. He was completely prepared for a demon or a ghost or whatever the hell this thing was, but if an actual wild animal showed, he was nearly helpless. Are there bear in Iowa? He found himself wondering. It’s not like his salt shells were going to stop a bear, just piss it off. And his knife with the iron blade? Like he wanted to get close enough to a bear to see how that worked. Dean looked around, nah, there’s no bear in Iowa. Deer, sure, coyote, maybe, bear, no way. The wind picked up slightly. Shit, Dean thought, a rabid animal would suck; a rabid bear would be the worst.

John swore to himself, this wasn’t going to work if Dean wasn’t afraid. Of course the kid would feel capable of handling this, John thought to himself. May as well pack it in, nothing is going to come for Dean if the kid isn’t displaying fear. Shoulda told him to at least act afraid, John thought. Taking another look through his scope, John froze. Suddenly, there was a slight look of fear on his boy’s face. This may work after all.

Dean peered into the woods, passed the trap he set. He closed his eyes to focus on the sounds he heard. A snap of a twig and his eyes flew open. He drew his gun, settled his hands on the rock in front of him, and took aim. Slowing his breathing, he prepared to shoot whatever was about to enter the clearing. His dad had told him it would take an iron blade into the heart to kill the thing, but Dean figured that shooting it would at least slow it down. The wind stilled and Dean realized that the only sound he heard was the crackling of his fire. A movement to his left drew his attention and he turned to see a young woman enter the clearing. He lowered his gun and put the safety on. “Hey, sorry didn’t see you there. What are you doing out here?” he demanded.

“I’m lost,” her voice melodic. “I’m so glad to have found someone out here. Can I warm myself by your fire?”

“Yeah, sure,” Dean answered noticing that it was suddenly cold.. “These woods aren’t safe at night.”

John watched from his perch in the tree stand. “Dean, why aren’t you attacking it?” he whispered to himself as he watched a black shadow close in on his son. He aimed his rifle at the black mass, but wondered why Dean didn’t fight. “Dean, come on, kid, you can do this.” John words were hardly more than a breath.

When the girl sat by the fire, Dean got a better look at her. He knew instantly he had made a mistake. The girl looked fine, and then appeared to be decaying before his eyes. He attempted to slowly reach for his gun, but she saw his movement and shook her head. Dean swallowed, his fingers reaching for the knife. Her eyes narrowed and Dean flew into the boulder behind him. She crept toward him obliterating the light from the fire. Her face distorted again as she drew nearer. The crash into the boulder had momentarily knocked the breath out of Dean, but as her hand began to close around his throat, he regained focus. But, it was too late, both his knife and gun lay feet away and her icy grip was tightening.

“Sam, can you make a fire?” Buffy asked once they entered the cabin.

“Sure, but you can’t be cold, it’s like still seventy something,” Sam replied as he followed her.

Buffy laughed, “I’m not cold. I made Dean buy s’more stuff. I thought we could make some.”

Sam smiled, “All right, I’ll get the fire started while you grab the stuff.”

Buffy groaned, “Ugh, I don’t think I could eat another bite.” She threw a small bit of s’more into the fire.

“I know what you mean,” Sam said with a mouthful of graham cracker, chocolate, and marshmallow.

“I can’t believe Dean was worried we wouldn’t get along.” Buffy didn’t look at Sam, but cleaned up the s’more mess around them. “We seem to be doing pretty good.”

Sam’s eyes widened. He guessed he had been having an attitude about Buffy being around. But, he had to admit, once he got to know her, she was a lot of fun. “He was worried?” Sam coughed.

“Yeah, I guess he doesn’t give you enough credit,” Buffy looked over at Sam. “Today has been the most fun I’ve had in a long time.” Not counting sex with Dean, she thought to herself.

Sam blushed. “Yeah, me too.” He put a couple logs on the fire. “It’s getting late, but it’s really nice out. Ya wanna stay up for a while?”

Buffy yawned but nodded, “Yeah, you can tell me stories abut you and Dean. The more embarrassing for him, the better.”

“Yeah, sure,” Sam began before he realized that the only really good stories he had about Dean involved girls. He was sure Buffy didn’t want to hear those stories. “But, uh, I want to ask you about the rocket launcher. How did Xander get a rocket launcher?”

Buffy laughed, “Oh, Dean told you about that, huh? Well, remember Halloween when our costumes became who we were? Well, Xander was a soldier and he was able to get on to the military base and ‘borrow’ one.”

“Why did you need one? That seems extreme. I mean I don’t think my dad has ever needed a rocket launcher,” Sam continued shaking his head.

Buffy shrugged. “I hope not. I mean, your dad may be ‘super hunter guy’, but I’m still the slayer.” She picked up a stick and tossed it into the fire. “I’m supposed to face the demons, your dad just chooses to.” Then she slumped back in her chair, “The rocket launcher was to face this demon called ‘the Judge’. He couldn’t be killed by any weapon forged or something. Xander figured out that I could use a rocket to destroy him.” She looked over at Sam and yawned. “Actually, it was pretty cool.”

Dean summoned all his strength and pressed against the boulder behind him to help him stand. The girl was just some spirit, he kept telling himself. He had faced vengeful spirits before, this was no different. It’s grip on his neck weakened as his resolve to fight returned. The girl changed forms. It now appeared to be a massive black shadow, completely eradicating the light from Dean’s fire. Though he felt completely blind, Dean knew his knife was only a few feet away. He was about to dive for it, when he realized he may end up diving into his own fire. The massive black shadow began to close in on him, Dean felt as if his oxygen was being cut off. As he gasped for air, he heard a shot and the shadow released him. Dean fell to his knees and looked towards the location of the shot, scowling. Then, he sought out his knife. In an instant the shadow was over him and he stabbed blindly at it when he heard another shot and the shadow disappeared. Dean shook his head, feeling bitter. What had he done wrong that his dad had to rescue him? He swore he almost had destroyed the thing without any outside help. He refused to look to where the shots had originated. Instead, he dusted himself off, then put more wood on the fire knowing his dad would be joining him soon.

Both Sam and Buffy were fighting to stay awake, both were losing the battle. Before they could fall asleep in front of the fire, Buffy suggested they go inside. However, she did not want to go to sleep. She was worried she’d have more nightmares and she wasn’t sure how she would handle it without Dean to comfort her. Sam noticed her apprehension. “Buffy, if you want, we could put some blankets in the living room and sleep out here.”

Buffy looked away in embarrassment. She was supposed to be the slayer and now she had this kid trying to make her feel better. “Sam, that’s okay, I’ll..”

Sam realized he had made her upset and decided to try to make it up to her. “Look, Buffy, this may sound weird, but I always sleep better when someone else is in the room with me.” Buffy gave him a strange look. “Seriously, I haven’t slept alone since I was a baby. Last week while Dean was with you, I barely slept, my room was too quiet.” He walked towards the room he was sharing with Dean and his dad. “So, if it’s okay with you, and it’s okay with me, we’ll both just sleep out here.”

“Yeah, okay,” Buffy wasn’t sure if Sam was being truthful but she appreciated that he was trying to be helpful.

John found his son sulking when he entered the camp and dropped his bag. He looked him over, “You alright?”

“Yeah,” Dean grumbled. “Are we leaving or staying the night?”

“Staying. Kinda late to hike to the truck and drive back.”

“Right.”

John sighed. “Dean, you did fine.” Dean rolled his eyes answering with a barely audible hmpf. “What did you see when it entered the campsite?”

“A girl.”

“Well, that explains why you didn’t attack it.” John wasn’t in the mood to bend to Dean’s mood, but he figured the boy needed to understand his reasoning. “Look, Dean, that thing’s been attacking hikers here for over a decade. Only guys camping alone, only guys within a certain age.” Dean finally looked at him. “I needed ..”

“Bait.” Dean interrupted.

John paused, he didn’t want to think of Dean as bait, but of course that’s what he was. “Well, yeah.”

“So, you didn’t think I could do it on my own.”

John sighed, “Dean, you did just fine. Nice trap by the way. I thought it would screw up the entire plan.” John smiled slightly as he shook his head. Dean remained silent. “Let’s get some shut eye.” Dean pulled a sweatshirt from his pack and lay down.

Waking with the sun, John and Dean made it back to the cabin before Sam and Buffy woke up. Dean froze when he entered the cabin and saw Sam and Buffy sleeping on the living room floor. He turned to his dad with his fingers to his lips and crept in. John silently walked into the kitchen to make coffee. Dean lay down next to Buffy and put his arm around her. God, she felt good. She smelled like chlorine and campfire, making Dean smile. At least there was a chance her and Sam had fun. She moved into his embrace and made a ‘mm’ sound that made his smile larger and he hugged her a little tighter. “You’re back,” she whispered turning her face to his.

“Promised I would,” he kissed her. “Go back to sleep. I want to hold you a little longer.”

“Mm, like that idea,” she kissed him again before turning away, smiling. Dean pulled her to him and closed his eyes hoping his dad would let them lay there for a while.

When Sam woke up, he smirked to see his brother cuddling with Buffy. He would have tackled his brother, but he didn’t want to wake Buffy. She needed the sleep after the nightmare she had. Still, it was all Sam could do to not punch Dean in the kidney. He heard his dad’s voice and followed it to the window.

“Are you sure it’s not too much trouble? I know Mr. Giles would appreciate it, but you don’t have to take the boys.” Both John and Sam listened. “Right, Jim, believe me when I tell you never like this. I mean you know him. He never lets stuff get to him, but this, well, this is completely different.” Sam wondered what his dad was talking about. “Yeah, practically at the hip, and at his age, I mean it literally.” Sam turned to look at the sleeping Dean and Buffy. He thought it sounded like his dad didn’t want Buffy around. That thought saddened him. He had just gotten a chance to get to know her and of course that meant she had to be left behind; if not in California then at Pastor Jim’s. Well, if I think it sucks, wait ‘til Dean finds out, Sam thought to himself. He crept to the kitchen more to give them privacy, than to get food.

The moment Sam left the room, Dean opened his eyes. He brushed Buffy’s hair back and caressed her cheek. He didn’t want to move. He stared at her a moment and then kissed her cheek. Buffy blinked her eyes open. She turned and put her arms around his neck. “Morning.”

“Morning.” Dean leaned down and kissed her again this time more intensely.

“I missed you,” she whispered when they finally broke for a breath.

Dean pulled back and looked into her sleepy eyes, “I missed you, too.” Dean found it difficult to resist the urge to run his hands over her. The sound of John’s hand on the doorknob caused the two of them to jump apart.

John just grunted “morning’” and moved into the kitchen. Buffy turned to Dean and had to put her hand over her mouth to silence her giggles. Dean quickly turned to be sure his father was out of the room and his brother was no where to be seen. Then he slid next to Buffy putting a finger to his lips. He gently took her hand away from her mouth and kissed her. But knowing he wouldn’t be able to get as far as he wanted, he slowly pulled back. “We should get up,” He groaned and led her by the hand into the kitchen. “You and Sammy have fun while we were gone?”

Buffy looked over at Sam and smiled. “I had fun. Sam, did you have fun?”

Sam tried not to laugh. “Yes, I had fun.”

John was irritated. Sleeping on the ground did not agree with him, and this new Sam and Buffy thing just added to his annoyance. “Well, now that the fun quota has been discussed, let’s pack up. We’re leaving for Blue Earth in an hour.”

Sam and Buffy exchanged disappointed looks. They had been hoping to stay at the campground for at least another day. At least have one more chance at the jet skis. Dean stared at his father, “All of us?”

“Yes, all of us,” John answered curtly as he walked from the room.


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