High School Sweethearts and Second Chances spn/btvs ch 23
Title: High School Sweethearts and Second Chances (SPN/Btvs) chapter 23
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.
Back in Sunnydale with Faith
“Okay, babe, that’s everything.” Dean handed Buffy her second bag, shut the trunk and hoisted himself up onto it. He pulled her to stand between his legs, “You gonna be okay? You ready for this?”
Buffy looked away, “No, I’m not. But,” she shrugged.
“Do you want me to stay? I can stay,” Dean assured her.
“Yeah, maybe,” she looked up at him. Then she heaved a huge sigh, lifted her arms around his neck.
“Okay, Summers, here’s the rules.”
“Rules?”
“Yeah, if we’re gonna make this work this time, we’re gonna need rules.”
Buffy cocked her head, “I’m listening.”
Dean brushed back her hair. “Okay, it’s gonna be your senior year. You should do all that high school crap, cuz it’s gonna be the last time you can. So, you know, do it up. Football games, school dances, all that crap.”
Buffy raised a brow, “Dean, I don’t…”
“Buffy, I’m serious. Do it up. But, there’s a catch.” He smiled a one sided smile.
“A catch?”
“Yeah, you can only date dorks. Willow approved dorks,” Dean cleared his throat. “And I get the Sadie Hawkins, dance,” he added with a wink.
Buffy paled and pulled back from him. “You’re breaking up with me?”
“No, never. You’re my girl, you always will be.” He pulled her back to him. “I’m just saying that since I can’t be here for all that crap, if you want to take a date, it’s cool with me. As long as he’s a total dork. You know, like a guy from the a. v. club or chess club or something.” Dean smiled.
Buffy narrowed her eyes a second. “Okay, I’ve got a couple rules, too.”
“Lay ‘em on me.” Dean grinned.
“No Erins, Tracis, Hollys, or any skeezy hos.” Buffy poked him in the chest. “Any girl you even think of dating, has to be screened by Sam who will call me for final approval.”
Dean pulled her close and kissed her, “Deal. No hos, only Sammy approved or not at all.”
Buffy dragged her fingers down his neck, “No getting yourself killed on some crazy hunt.” She met his eyes and fought back tears.
“Babe, never happen. I’m way too good.” He smiled his patented smug smiled. “Call me. Or if you want, I’ll stay a couple days, okay? My dad doesn’t need me right away.”
“No, Dean, we agreed. You should go. I’ll call. I promise.”
“You better, Princess.”
That Saturday, in her room, Buffy looked at pictures of her and Dean from the Fourth of July. She twirled the ring on her finger and sighed happily. Checking her clock, she had a few more minutes before the scheduled time to call, but she decided to call anyway.
“Hey, Princess, how’s Sunnydale?” Dean’s smile could be heard in his greeting.
“It’s pretty awful,” Buffy sighed. “I miss you.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, everything.” Buffy whined. “Snyder doesn’t want to let me back in school. My mom is totally pissed about this summer, ‘cause I won’t tell her where I was the whole time. Giles is mad even though he knew where I was for part of the time. Willow and Xander are pissed ‘cause I took off,” she sighed.
“Buffy, you knew they were gonna be mad. You can handle it. They were all just worried,” Dean tried to reassure her. “If you hadn’t called me and I would have gotten that message from Xander.” He paused. “I would have hunted your cute ass down.”
Buffy smiled, “Sure you would have.”
Dean could tell she was smiling, “I would have. I would have tracked you down. Worked my mojo on you and ….”
Buffy giggled, “And what exactly?”
Dean laughed, “I don’t know. I’m just glad you called me.”
“Me, too.”
“So, explain how Snyder not wanting you in school is a bad thing.”
“Funny,” Buffy smiled again. “Well, mom and the Scoobies threw me a shindig last night.”
“A shindig?”
“Oz called it a hootenanny really,” Buffy continued. “The Dingoes played and everything.”
“Sounds cool.”
“Yeah. Not really. Then everybody yelled at me and made me feel like a complete loser. So much so, that I actually started to pack my bags.”
“What?!” Dean sat up, concerned.
Buffy sighed, “Yeah just when it couldn’t get more 90210, zombies show up.”
Dean sat back, a bit overwhelmed.
“Dean?”
“I’m here. I just…. What happened then?”
“I kicked zombie ass, duh. -- Actually, Xander, Willow, and my mom helped.” Buffy flopped on her bed. “It got us to talking and it kinda helped.”
Dean shook his head, “Yeah, nothing like a zombie attack to bring friends and family together.”
“So, when do you think you’ll be back on the west coast?” Buffy held up the picture again.
Dean’s face soured. He had been hoping to avoid that topic. “Uh, not sure, babe, but probably before the holidays.”
“I miss you so much.”
“Me, too.”
Buffy and Willow were sitting on stools at a table in the Expresso Pump with a couple of drinks.
Willow nervously twirled her straw, “I mean, I'm not a full-fledged witch. That takes years. I just did a couple pagan blessings and . . . a teeny glamour to hide a zit.”
Buffy’s eyes went wide with her friend’s admission, “Does it scare you?”
“ It has. I tried to communicate with the spirit world, and I so wasn't ready for that. It's like being pulled apart inside. Plus I blew the power for our whole block. Big scare.” Willow nodded as she confessed.
“I wish I could've been there with you,” Buffy replied
Willow tilted her head, “Me, too. I really freaked out.”
“I am sorry,” Buffy tried again to convince her friend.
“It's okay. I understand you having to bail. I can forgive that. Mm, I have to make allowances for what you're going through a-and be a grownup about it,” Willow gave Buffy a slightly smug look.
Buffy smiled, “You're really enjoying this whole moral superiority thing, aren't you?”
Willow smiled back. “It's like a drug!”
“Fine! Okay. I'm the bad. I can take my lumps . . . for a while,” Buffy was feeling relief that she and Willow were getting back to normal.
“All right. I'll stop giving you a hard time,” Willow paused. “Runaway.”
Buffy gave her a surprised look. “Will!”
Willow smiled and giggled. “I'm sorry! Quitter.”
Buffy made a face a moment then, “Whiner.”
“Delinquent.”
“Witch.”
“Freak.”
Buffy looked at Willow and giggled madly, she had just been reminded of the little fight Sam and Dean had and realized that she thought of Willow as her sister and she really did need to make this up to her.
“Wills, you are the best. I know that you would have been there for me,” Buffy began, “It was just too much.”
“It’s okay, Buffy. We were really worried, that’s all,” Willow worked her straw nervously again. “Okay, I gotta tell you something else, and I don’t want you to be mad.”
Buffy narrowed her brows. They had been getting along like old times, what could Willow possibly say to make her mad that hadn’t been said already? “Wills, go ahead. Let me have it. I probably deserve whatever you’re gonna say.”
“Uh, no, it’s not like that. Uh, we called Dean while you were gone. Ya know, to see if he had heard from you,” Willow shrugged and looked hopefully at her friend.
“I know.”
“You know?”
Buffy realized she wasn’t supposed to admit that, but it was too late. “Yeah, um, he called, too. So I had to call and tell him I was home.”
“Oh, did you talk much?”
“Me and Dean? No, not really.” Buffy felt the color rise in her cheeks and knew that Willow could see her blush. “Yeah, we talked for a while.”
“And?”
“And, nothing. I mean, he can still make me melt, but he’s still on the road.”
“Oh, yeah, I can see how he’d still be all with the melty. Maybe he’ll come back here sometime. Did he say anything about coming back?”
Buffy smiled and nodded, “Not really, but I kinda hope he does.”
Weeks passed and one night while the Scoobies were at the Bronze, Faith Lehane made her presence known. While she easily enchanted Xander; Buffy, Willow and Cordelia were less than delighted with her antics.
Joyce was also thrilled with Faith’s arrival. She hoped it meant that Buffy could focus more on her high school career and less on her job as slayer.
Willow was also trying to get Buffy on the ‘back to normal’ bus. Willow figured the best way to help Buffy was to get her a boyfriend -- a normal boyfriend. While they hung in the commons, Willow, Oz, Xander, and Cordelia sit with Buffy.
Willow nodded to Buffy, “Scott Hope at eleven o'clock. He likes you, he wanted to ask you out last year, you weren't ready then but I think you're ready now -- or at least in a state of pre-readiness that would allow you to make conversation or do that thing with your mouth that boys like -- that sort of half smile that you do.”
Scott smiled at Buffy as he passed. “Hi, Buffy.”
Buffy returned his smile, “Hi.” Scott kept walking. “And he's gone.”
Willow grinned, “Oh, I think that went very well. Don't you think that went very well?”
“He didn't try to slit our throats or anything, it's progress,” Cordelia replied drolly with a roll of her eyes.
“Did you do the half smile?” Willow asked her.
Buffy cocked her head, “I'm not trying to snare Scott Hope, Will. I just want to get my life back, okay? Do normal stuff.”
Willow ginned, “Like date…”
Buffy shrugged, “Well…”
Xander leaned forward and teased, “Oh, you wanna date. I saw that half-smile, you slut.”
Buffy laughed, “All right, yes. I want to date, shop, go to school, hang out, save the world from unspeakable demons -- I wanna do all that girl stuff.”
Willow nodded encouragingly, “Come on, Buffy, the guy is charm, and normal which is that thing you want to get back to.”
Buffy chewed her lip and looked over to where Scott was sitting with his friends, “I'm just... I'm not ready.”
Willow slumped in her chair. “What's stopping you...?”
Buffy didn’t answer. She just twirled the ring on her finger.
Dean tore the page from the notebook. He then crumpled it in his fist. He continued to squeeze the paper as he listened to Buffy talk. It was not a conversation he was enjoying; and he didn’t know what part of it was bothering him more.
“Dean? Dean? Are you listening to me?” Buffy asked when Dean didn’t say anything for a minute.
Dean took a deep breath and tossed the balled up paper across the room. “So, explain this second slayer thing again.”
“Well, when Kendra died, a new slayer was called. That was Faith,” Buffy flopped on her bed. “Faith came here cuz,” Buffy wrinkled her nose having forgotten the reason Faith told her. “I guess cuz it’s the hell mouth and slayers just come here.”
“Okay,” Dean said slowly. “How exactly was Kendra called?”
“When I died, she was called,” Buffy was too matter of fact in her answer for Dean.
“You died?! You never told me you died.” Dean rubbed his hand over his face and took a deep breath that did nothing to calm him.
“It was a while ago, when I faced the Master. He drowned me, sort of. But Xander saved me, gave me CPR or something. And presto, two slayers.” Buffy lay back on her bed and played with the ring she never took off. “You sure I didn’t tell you this already?”
“I think I would remember you dying!” Dean said not masking his emotions.
Buffy sat up, “Are you mad that I died? I’m fine you know. It happened well over a year ago.”
Dean sighed. “I’m not mad. I just,” he paused, he didn’t know what he was feeling. It was true, now, she was fine. “I guess it just bothers me that that happened to you, that’s all.”
“Oh.”
“And I guess this means I can’t kick Xander’s ass for that whole trench coat seduction thing you two had.”
“Dean! I told you it was just a stupid spell. He didn’t want me.”
“Right, a spell. Still don’t like it. But, since he saved your life, I’ll let it slide.” Dean sat down and took in his surroundings. He had a few more minutes to be alone in the crappy motel room before Sam was due back. “So, this Scott guy, he Willow approved?”
“Well, she is the one trying to set me up with him…” Buffy teased.
“Oh, that’s cool.”
Dean’s answer was too quiet. Buffy knew he thought she would actually date Scott. “Dean, I’m not dating Scott. I couldn’t. I mean, it wouldn’t be fair. I’m still in love with you.”
Dean smiled, finally feeling nearly normal since the phone call began. But he remembered his promise to her. “Buffy, it’s okay if you date the guy. I mean if he seems decent and all.” He squeezed his eyes shut. He was lying but he wanted her to be happy.
Buffy wasn’t going to fall for it, though. “Dean, don’t be an idiot. I love you. And someday, when you come back through town, I’ll prove it.”
Dean could hear the smile in her voice. “Really?” he asked with a wag of his eyebrows. “How are you going to do that?”
“Dean,” Buffy admonished, “are you trying for phone sex here?”
“Totally.” Dean said trying not to laugh.
“Ohmigod!”
At that moment, Sam walked through the door. “Don’t do anything now, Sam just walked in.” He nodded ‘hello’ to his younger brother. “You should see him. He’s all Joe high school, now. Took a girl out on a date and everything.” Sam rolled his eyes and collapsed on the other bed.
“Tell him I say hi, but Dean, when am I gonna see you again? I really miss you.”
“I don’t know. Miss you too, babe.”
When Dean disconnected, Sam gave him a look. “Buffy?”
“Yeah.” Dean sat back and flipped on the TV.
“When’re you gonna go see her?” Sam studied his brother.
“Dude, I have to take care of you. I can’t just go running off to see Buffy any time I feel like.”
Sam bristled at the remark. “I can take care of myself, Dean.”
Dean sat up and sighed. “Sam, I know you can. That’s not it. Dad, wants me to watch out for you. If it were up to me, hell, you’d be on your own and I’d be in Sunnydale.”
“So go.”
“Right. And have Dad kick my ass. No thank you.”
“Dad doesn’t give a rat’s ass what we do. If you’re so damned concerned, take me with you to Sunnydale,” Sam was thinking his argument was pretty sound.
Dean just shot him the ‘you must be an idiot’ look. “Sam, there’s no way I’m taking you to the hell mouth. Dad’d have my ass for that, too.”
Sam sighed, defeated. “Just trying to help, man.”
“I know, Sam, I know. ‘Preciate it.”
A week later, Joyce turned down the TV at the sound of the knock. When she opened the door, she was greeted with a smile. “Hi, Mrs. Summers. Uh, I don’t know if you remember me, but” Dean scratched the back of his head.
“Of course I do, Dean, come in.”
“Thanks, uh, is Buffy home?”
“She’s upstairs. Take a seat. I’ll go get her.”
Joyce knocked quietly and opened Buffy’s door. “How’s the homework coming along?
Buffy groaned, “Ugh. I think this math is impossible.” She shut the book and pouted.
“Maybe you should take a break. You have a visitor downstairs.”
“A visitor? Who visits besides Willow and Xander?” She stood up and followed her mom to her door.
“Dean.”
Buffy’s mouth went slack. After a slow blink she repeated, “Dean? Dean Winchester is downstairs in my living room?”
“Yes, I told him I’d…”
“Ohmigod, do I look okay?” Buffy looked at herself in her mirror and shrieked. Her hand went to her hair and she pulled out the ponytails she’d been wearing. “Ohmigod! Go distract him. I gotta,” she looked at herself in the mirror, “do a complete makeover.”
Joyce laughed, “Okay, hun, but you look fine, really. Don’t keep him waiting too long.”
Dean stood when Joyce re-entered the room. She smiled at him. Such manners, she thought. “She’ll just be a minute. What brings you back to Sunnydale?”
Dean sat and instantly began bouncing his leg. “Uh, just passing through, actually. My dad has a job just east of here and I figured I’d stop by see how Sunnydale’s doing.” He rocked in his seat as he looked to the stairs.
Joyce smiled to herself at his nervousness. “How is your family?”
“Good, uh, they’re both good. Sam’s in high school, this year.” His eyes darted to the stairs, again.
“Can I get you anything while we wait? A soda?”
“No, I’m good, thanks,” Dean nodded. “How’s the art store?”
“The gallery is doing fine, uh,” Joyce was interrupted by Buffy’s arrival on the stairs and Dean’s sudden rise to his feet. “I’ll just go in the kitchen and find something to do.” Joyce said to no one as both Buffy and Dean only had eyes for each other.
“Hi,” Buffy breathed out barely able to believe her eyes.
Dean swallowed trying to find his voice, “Hey.” He walked toward her. He had to fight the urge to grab and kiss her, so he stuffed his hands in his pockets and bit his lip.
Buffy was sure he could hear her heart pounding in her chest. It wasn’t fair that he looked so good. He still seemed to have some of the summer’s tan and his short hair still had some blonde in the ends.
When she hit the bottom step, Dean was there and he lost the strength to fight. He wondered how it was possible that she had gotten even more beautiful. He cupped her face and kissed her. “Hi,” he whispered when their eyes finally met.
“You’re really here,” Buffy smiled hugging him.
“Yeah, I was passing through, thought I’d stop by,” Dean tried to sound cool, but was far too happy to hide his feelings.
Buffy held his hand and walked to the door. “Mom, Dean and I are going out!” She yelled over her shoulder.
“Okay,” Joyce came into the hall. “Not too late, though, okay?”
Dean nodded. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“Dean!” Willow screamed as she nearly tackled him in a welcome hug when they joined the others at the Bronze.
“Hey, sweetheart, good to see you, too,” Dean returning the hug.
“Oh, look at Buffy,” Willow said with a smile. So Dean turned and looked at the girl next to him. “She’s all with the glowy. And you’re all with the glowy.” Willow smiled at him. “This is so perfect. Come on, everyone’s over here.”
Dean leaned over to Buffy and whispered in her ear, “We’re glowy.”
“So I hear,” Buffy giggled as they followed Willow to a grouping of chairs.
“Hey, Dean!” Xander stood up and slapped a handshake with Dean.
“Hey, Xander, how’s it going?” Dean replied pretending not to notice how Buffy was squeezing his hand. Dean turned to Cordelia, who had remained seated. “Cordelia, you’re a vision as usual.”
Cordelia grinned, “Still a charmer, Winchester. I like it.”
Buffy rolled her eyes and directed Dean into a chair, while she sat on the arm. “Oz,” Dean nodded.
“Dean,” Oz replied. “Good to have you back.”
“Good to be back.”
“Good?” Willow squealed, “this is great. How long are you going to be here? Is Sam here, too? Is he going to be going to Sunnydale High?”
“Uh,” Dean began, but before he got started Faith joined the group.
“B, who’s the hottie?” Faith plopped herself down in a chair opposite Dean.
“Faith, this is Dean. Dean, Faith, our other slayer,” Buffy said feeling a bit proud that Faith found Dean hot.
“Well, I can see why you didn’t want to settle for the Scott kid,” Faith appraised Dean like he was for sale.
Xander interrupted before Dean could say anything. “Faith, you were gonna tell us about the time you got arrested.”
Faith nodded and grinned, “Right, so it was about a hundred and
eighteen degrees, I'm sleepin' without a stitch on, suddenly I hear all this screamin'. I go tearin' outside -- stark nude -- this church bus has broke down and three vamps are feasting on half the Baptists in South Boston. So I waste the vamps and the preacher is hugging me like there's no tomorrow when the cops pull up. They arrested us both.” Faith sat back in her chair and took a sip from her coke. Buffy and Cordelia exchanged looks that showed they were not too happy with how Dean’s and Xander’s eyes glazed over during Faith’s story. “Ooh, There was this one time I had to wrestle alligators.” Faith continued.
“Naked?” Xander asked.
“The alligators were,” Faith replied with a grin.
Buffy grabbed Dean’s hand. “Let’s dance.” She pulled him onto the dance floor where they began to sway back and forth. Seeing that Dean still seemed a bit out of it, Buffy made an irritated huff sound.
“What?” Dean looked at her surprised to see her annoyed.
Buffy rolled her eyes, “I don’t like how you found Faith’s story so entertaining.”
Dean sighed, confusing her annoyance with sarcasm. “Buffy, I’m sorry.” He tried to make her look him in the eye but she looked away quickly. “I kinda I zoned out.”
“Yeah, I noticed,” irritation still in her voice.
Dean looked down, embarrassed that she had caught him not listening to her friend. “Babe, don’t be mad. It’s just she said something about being naked and I went right to thinking about you naked and I wasn’t paying attention anymore.” Buffy looked stunned, and Dean felt himself turning red. “I’m a guy, it’s what we do.”
“You really weren’t listening?”
“No. I mean I heard her say something about wrestling, but I turned that into naked Buffy/Dean wrestling,” he smiled sheepishly at her. “Sorry?” he added with a shrug. “Did she say something important?
“’S okay,” Buffy said suddenly smiling. “So, you were thinking about you, me and naked wrestling.”
Dean laughed, “Yeah, like I said I’m a guy.”
“Hmm, interesting,” Buffy said into his neck as she kissed him.
Later, Cordelia cornered Buffy. “So, just how much time did you spend with Dean this summer?”
Buffy lost her smile, “What are you talking about?”
Cordelia gloated. “Buffy, if it’s one thing I know, it’s jewelry, nice accessories. You’ve been wearing that ring since you came back.” Cordelia looked around to be sure no one else was listening. “It’s sterling silver and it matches Dean’s perfectly.” Seeing Buffy’s demeanor change, Cordelia knew she was right. “Also explains why Scott Hope wasn’t good enough for you.”
Distressed, Buffy looked around. Dean was laughing at something Faith said. Willow, Oz, and Xander were talking together. “What are you trying to say Cordelia?”
Cordelia lowered her voice, and looked over at Dean and Faith. “While you were off having your summer fling, we were risking our lives doing your job.” She stopped when she saw Faith approaching. “Gotta admit, though, it is a nice ring.”
Faith put her arm around Buffy’s shoulders, “Hey, B, why don’t you take the night off and let me patrol?” Faith turned and winked at Dean. “Dean’s not going to be in town forever and you should hit that while you’ve got the chance.”
Cordelia smirked, “Yeah, B, take a night off.” Her cold smile made shivers run down Buffy’s back. Something that was not lost on Faith, who also bristled. Cordelia leaned close to Buffy and whispered “I just wanted you to know, I know.” Then she went to join Xander.
Faith watched her go. “What was that about?”
“Nothing.” Buffy shook her head and looked down at her near empty drink. “I’m up for patrolling.”
“What about Dean?” Faith turned to Dean and nodded him over.
“I’ll meet him after.” Buffy shrugged hopefully.
“After what?” Dean asked coming to stand on Buffy’s other side.
“Buffy still wants to patrol,” Faith gave Dean the ‘I’m sorry’ shrug.
Buffy turned to Dean, “It’s just, ya know, I’m supposed to and all.” Her eyes flicked to where Cordelia stood.
Dean nodded slowly. “Alright, so we patrol.”
“We? What? You think you’re going with us?” Faith wasn’t looking forward to Dean slowing her down.
“Dean, you don’t have to,” Buffy held his hand. “I’ll stop by when we’re done.”
Dean looked from one slayer to the other. “First, I’ve been doing this job longer than either of you put together.” Buffy nodded at that. “Second,” he winked at Faith, “I hear it makes a girl hungry and horny. I am so all over that.”
“Faith!” Buffy chided.
“What? It does,” Faith admitted with a shrug. “Alright, Dean, you can patrol with us. Just don’t slow me down, stay out of the way. I don’t want to worry about keeping your sweet ass safe just so Buffy can jump you later.”
Dean pressed his lips together to stop from laughing. He looked from Buffy to Faith and back. Then he put his arms around each girl, “Come on. Let’s go slay somethin.” Buffy just rolled her eyes and let them lead her out.
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