High School Sweethearts and Second Chances spn/btvs ch 28
Title: High School Sweethearts and Second Chances (SPN/Btvs) Chapter 28
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.
This chapter cover episodes Consequences, Dopplegängland from seaon 3 of btvs. Contains some actual dialogue
Dean and Sam pulled up to Buffy’s house early the next morning. “Good morning, Mrs. Summers,” Dean said wearing his most honest smile.
“Dean, you’re back. It’s so good to see you. Come in, Come in,” Joyce stood back to allow the guys to walk around her. “Goodness, Sam, is that you? You have grown so much since I last saw you.”
Sam smiled, blushing slightly, “Hello, Mrs. Summers.”
“Are you going to be going to Sunnydale High?”
“Yes, ma’am,” the Winchesters answered in unison.
Joyce blinked at their perfect response and laughed. “Okay, come on to the kitchen, Buffy’s just finishing up in there.”
When they entered, Buffy was transfixed by a story on the local news.
“The body has been identified as Deputy Mayor Allan Finch. The police aren’t releasing more details yet, but we at action news six will keep you up to date as we learn more.”
Joyce tsked when she heard the report, “Buffy, looks who’s here to take you to school.”
Buffy smiled at Dean, “Hey, I didn’t know you were going to be around this morning.”
“I’ve got to get Sam signed up for school.”
Buffy bumped Sam’s shoulder. “Look at you, big Mr. High School.”
Sam just shrugged and looked down, reddening again, “Hey, Buff.”
“Hey, none of that,” Buffy teased. “You’re gonna be hanging with the scoobies, you’ll be cool in like..”
“Never,” Dean injected with a laugh. getting looks from both Buffy and Sam. “Oh come on, lighten up.” He turned to Joyce. “Any tips to dealing with Snyder?”
“Remember he’s a toad and Sam,” she smiled matronly at Sam, “is a bright kid who deserves a good education.” Dean nodded. “Oh, and don’t lose your temper.”
Dean chuckled, “Right, I’ll do my best. Thanks.”
“Oh, Dean, did Buffy tell you? She got into Northwestern.” Joyce beamed at Buffy.
“Ah, no…” Dean looked at Buffy.
Before Buffy or Dean could say anything more, Sam jumped in. “Wow, Buffy, congratulations. Northwestern’s a great school.”
Buffy smiled at him, “Thanks, Sam.”
Mayor Wilkins sat at his desk eating a donut. “Guess it'll take more than pastry to turn my frown upside down. I just don't understand why Allan would leave such a paper trail about our dealings.” Mayor Wilkins looked at Mr. Trick and considered. “Do you think he was gonna betray me? Oh, now, that's a horrible thought. And now he's dead, I'll never have the chance to scold him.”
Mr. Trick grinned, “Maybe this will change your mood.” He dropped a copy of the coroner's report on the desk.
The Mayor picked it up and opened it. Mayor Wilkins made a disgusted face, “What is it?”
Mr. Trick grinned evilly, “Bombshell. The Deputy Mayor had wooden splinters in his wound. Struck right through the heart with a sharp, pointed object. Now, word is, someone was fighting vampires not a block away from the scene. Any smart money says it was a Slayer who did this job.”
Mayor Wilkins looked at Trick in shock. “Why? Do you think he talked? To them?”
Trick shrugged, “If he did, I'm thinking he said the wrong thing.”
“Well, this is exciting!” Mayor Wilkins grinned gleefully. “A Slayer up for Murder One. That's sunshine and roses to me. It really is.”
At Sunnydale High, Dean escorted Sam out of the office. “Thank you, Delores, it has been a treat seeing you again. And I’ll be sure to stop by later so we can catch up,” he winked before closing the door.
“How do you do that?” Sam looked at his brother in amazement.
“Do what, Sammy?” Dean began to saunter as they walked down the hall.
Sam rolled his eyes, “I seriously don’t know how you charm every old lady you meet. I can’t believe they can’t see through your line of bs.”
Dean looked insulted. “Sam, I don’t bs them. And Delores is awesome.” He walked a bit further with his brother. “I can’t help that they find me adorable.” Sam rolled his eyes.
They walked together as far as the library. “Hey, you want me to pick you up or you gonna walk home?”
“I’ll walk. Thanks, Dean.”
“Hey, if you have any trouble,” he lowered his voice to a whisper, “of the hell mouth variety, tell Mr. Giles, alright?”
Sam nodded, “Yeah, sure. Later.”
In the library, Dean informed Giles of the grisly death of the deputy mayor at the end of Faith’s stake.
“This shouldn’t have been covered up. The authorities should have been contacted immediately,” Giles sounded sterner than Dean had ever heard him before.
“I know. Well, I, I wanted to,” Dean sighed.
“But Faith wouldn't hear of it?” Giles asked with a look that said he already knew the answer.
“It's not all her fault, Mr. Giles. She thought it was one of those demons. There had been so many around. It was an easy mistake to make.” Dean hoped Giles would be able to help Faith, and take it easy on her.
Giles wiped his glasses and sat on the table. “This is not the first time something like this has happened.”
“That’s what I told her.” Dean leaned back. “I mean, it’s awful, but it was an accident. What are you guys gonna do?”
Giles shifted in his seat, “Well, the Council investigates, um, metes out punishment if punishment is due. But I... I have no plans to involve them. I mean, it's the last thing Faith needs at the moment. She's unstable, Dean. I mean, she's utterly unable to accept responsibility. In the meantime, no one else is to know. Understood?”
“Yes, sir, of course.” Dean rose from his chair.
Giles walked him out, “I mean, this is... extremely delicate. If we scare her off now, we may lose her forever.”
Neither man noticed Wesley, who was standing by the counter, arms crossed and listening grimly.
“I can’t believe she tried to hide the body. What was she thinking?” Buffy looked at Dean as they patrolled through the graveyard that night.
“She’s not thinking, she’s freaking out,” Dean ran a hand through his hair. “I told Mr. Giles.” He tilted his head and waited for her to be angry with him.
“I know, he told me, just as I was about to tell him,” her hand slid into his. “We need to help her.”
“Yeah, but how? She doesn’t think she did anything wrong.” Dean pulled her into his arms.
Buffy looked up at him, “Maybe if we all talk to her..”
“Like the intervention they tried with you?” Dean brows raised in surprise. “Yeah, ‘cause that worked so well with you. And you’re the rational one.”
Buffy scrunched her face. “Yeah, maybe not such a good idea.”
Angel watched Dean hold Buffy. He knew the boy made her happy, but it hurt to see her with someone else. Buffy deserves to be happy for the time she has, he told himself. He had intended on talking to them about Faith, but seeing them embrace made him decide to leave. Then, he overheard Buffy speaking.
“Maybe Angel can help,” Buffy suggested. “I mean the guy knows what it’s like to live with this kind of remorse.”
Dean bristled at the mention of Angel and let go of Buffy, “Yeah, I suppose that’s true.” His ringing phone interrupted them. “What’s up, Sam?”
“Faith stopped by looking for you.”
“You know better than to answer the door, Sam,” Dean snapped.
Sam was confused, “Isn’t she the other slayer?”
“Yeah, it’s just… complicated right now. What’d she want?”
“She only said she was looking for you.”
“Alright, thanks. But do me a favor and stay away from Faith.” Dean hung up. “I don’t like Faith coming around when Sam’s there alone.”
Angel decided it was time to come forward. Faith may be threatening the Winchester boy, and he knew that would lead to a lot more trouble. He stepped out of the shadows toward them.
Buffy and Dean, both turned to the movement. “Hey,” Angel began, “you guys got a minute to talk?”
Dean drove for over a half hour before he finally spotted Faith. Rolling down his window he whistled then shouted to her, “Faith!”
When she turned to the sound of her name, Dean motioned for her to come over.
“Hey, Winchester, what’s up?” Faith grinned leaning into the window to talk.
Dean smirked, “I heard you were looking for me.”
“Was,” Faith smirked back. “Figured you were out with B.”
“We’re not joined at the hip,” Dean snorted.
Faith chuckled, “Bet you wish you were.”
“Yeah, well, what I wish and what she does are two different things.” Dean looked around. “Why don’t you get in? I got something’ I want to talk to you about.”
After Faith climbed in, Dean pulled into traffic. “So, that guy was the deputy mayor you know.”
Faith crossed her arms, “So?”
“So, the Mayor’s got some police task force looking for his killer.”
Faith narrowed her eyes at him, “They ain’t going to find one.”
Dean smirked, “Yeah they are, and you’re gonna help them.” He looked over at Faith’s incredulous look. “You know what I saw last night?”
Faith looked at him, barely able to control her anger. “What? What did you see?”
“I saw Angel, covered in the deputy mayor’s blood, fleeing from the scene.” He looked over at Faith and watched as his words turned the wheels in her mind. “I say we go make sure there’s some evidence that can link him to the crime and then call the cops with our story.”
Faith looked at Dean as her grin grew. “So, you’re not on board with the whole Angel is a hero thing, huh?”
“Hell no. The asshole is always after Buffy. This would take care of both our problems.” Dean looked at her, “You in?”
Faith’s smile beamed back at him. “Hell yes!”
Faith and Dean crept through a side door, and silently made their way into Angel’s apartment. The clung to a wall, inching their way to the bedroom. Dean allowed Faith to move ahead of him. Once she was completely in the room, he slapped some cuffs on her. She looked back at him, surprised by the fact that she was chained in cuffs to Angel’s wall. “Kinky, I didn’t know you had it in you, but I like it.” She tugged on the chains.
Dean rolled his eyes, “Sorry about the chains. It's not that I don't trust you... Actually, it is that I don't trust you.”
“So, what’re we gonna do, Deano? You finally sick of putting up with Angel and Buffy’s unrequited love bull shit and wanna get some payback? Gotta say doing me, like this, in Angel’s place, hot way of getting back at them.”
Dean cracked his neck and considered walking out.
“You waiting for them to walk in before getting started? Cuz, I could make the waiting just as much fun as the show.” She reached out with her foot trying to touch his leg.
“Faith, that’s not what this is about,” Dean began trying to keep his emotions in check.
Faith looked him up and down, “Really? I thought you said you were tired of Angel following her around like a sad puppy. You gotta be tired of the way she’s always standing up for him and defending him.” Faith watched Dean look around, she figured someone else must be close by listening. “You know, whenever you’re not in town, it’s nothing but a Buffy Angel love fest.” She hid her glee as Dean clenched his jaw.
“Dean, wake up. Look around,” Faith tilted her head. “Even Angel’s got more than you’ve got. This place? Way better than that rat trap you and your brother are stayin’ in. You know the only reason she’s with you instead of him is cuz you happen to be in town at the moment. Otherwise, if it wasn’t for the whole ‘lose the soul with sex’ deal…” She shrugged and watched her words affect him. “Look, you and me, we’d be so much better together.’
“Faith, be serious. You’re in big trouble here -”
“Come on, Dean. I know you like me,” Faith smiled as sweetly as she could. “You sent me money when you weren’t even writing to her.”
“Look, Faith, I’m trying to help --”
“And you know we would be good together. We’re way more alike. We’re both in this for the love of the hunt. Living on the road, no rules, no parents holding us back,” Faith tilted her head. “And you gotta know I’m wa-ay more adventurous in the sack.”
Her taunts were pushing Dean’s buttons and she knew it.
“C’mere, Dean. I’ll show you how fun I can be.”
Dean shook his head and strode from the room.
Buffy waited in the atrium, and stood up when she saw him. “How's she doing?”
Dean scrunched his eyes, “It's like talking to a wall. Only you get more from a wall.”
“But you'll keep trying, right?” Buffy looked at him with her eyes full of concern.
Dean nodded, “Sure. We're just getting started.”
“So, what do I do?”
Dean stuffed his hands in his pockets, “Look, right now, there's nothing that you can do.”
“Well, this could take awhile, right? So, I'll just go to Faith's and I'll get some of her stuff. That way she'll see that we're on her side,” Buffy offered.
“That's a good idea.”
“Okay. I'll be back.”
Dean grabbed her hand before she left, “Look, I... I don't want you to get your hopes up, Buffy. She may not want us to help her.”
Buffy smiled weakly at him, “She does. She just doesn't know how to say it.” “She killed a man. That changes everything for her.”
Buffy shook her head, “Giles said with counseling, they might not even need to lock her up.” Buffy gave him a weak smile and left. Dean sighed and turned to go back to Faith.
Angel stepped forward. “You should go after her.”
Dean just stared at him for a beat. “Nah, I think it’s better I hang here with you and Faith.”
Angel shook his head. “You don’t understand. We could hear what she was saying to you. Buffy got pretty upset.”
Dean shrugged. “Yeah, well, Faith’s right.” Dean walked around the room. “You’re in love with Buffy and I hate you for it.” He looked over at Angel. “You get to be with her all the time, while I’m gone helping my dad.” Dean looked around Angel’s apartment. “You have a lot more money than I’ll ever have.” He met Angel’s eyes again, “and you hate me for being with Buffy.”
“True,” Angel chuckled slightly, “but Buffy loves you. None of these possessions mean anything to Buffy. And I would trade all of this to have Buffy.” He could see Dean was angry. “But having Buffy, means losing my soul. I’d never risk that. But more importantly, she doesn’t want me, she wants you.”
Dean didn’t say anything, he just looked towards the door.
“Go after her. I’ll be fine here with Faith.”
“You sure?” Dean looked back at Angel. Angel nodded and went into the room where Faith was kept.
As Dean drove towards Faith’s, in hope of finding Buffy, his mind went over what Faith had said. He wasn’t interested in Faith, but this wasn’t the first time he’d been told he wasn’t good enough for Buffy. She was accepted into college, not just any college, but one Sam thought was good. All he had was his GED. Her demon ex-boyfriend had his own place, filled with top of the line furnishings. Everything Dean had could fit in the trunk of his car; with room left over for Sammy’s stuff and weapons. Dean sighed. Maybe he really wasn’t good enough for Buffy.
Angel paced in front of Faith, “I know what's goin' on with you. I know what it's like to take a life. To feel a future, a world of possibilities, snuffed out by your own hand. I know the power in it. The exhilaration. It was like a drug for me.”
Faith looked up at him, “Yeah? Sounds like you need some help. A professional maybe.”
Angel nodded. “Hmm. A professional couldn't have helped me.” He sat down next to her. “It stopped when I got my soul back. My human heart.”
“Goody for you. If we're gonna party, let's get on with it. Otherwise, could you let me out of these things?” Faith didn’t bother to look at him.
Angel sighed, “Faith, you have a choice. You've tasted something few ever do. I mean, to kill without remorse is to feel like a god. But you're not a god. You're not much more than a child. Going down this path will ruin you. You can't imagine the price for true evil.”
“Yeah?” Faith sneered. “I hope evil takes MasterCard.”
Angel shook his head sadly, “You and me, Faith, we're a lot alike. Time was, I thought humans existed just to hurt each other. But then I came here. And I found out that there are other types of people. People who genuinely wanted to do right. And they make mistakes. And they fall down. You know, but they keep caring. Keep trying. If you can trust us, Faith, this can all change. You don't have to disappear into the darkness.” Faith seemed to be considering what Angel said.
Suddenly there was a loud pounding on the door. Then, it was broken in, and Wesley strode straight toward them, holding a large cross and flanked by three others. Angel rushed to head them off, but had to step back from Wesley, who nervously held the cross in his face. One of Wesley’s compatriots blindsided Angel with a right hook, and he fell to the floor. Another quickly threw a net over him, and the third started to beat him with a crowbar while the others tied Angel up.
Wesley went over to Faith and removed the shackles from her wrists. While she rubbed them and watched Angel get whaled on, Wesley pulled out a set of heavy cuffs and chains, and before she knew it her wrists are bound once again.
Confused, Faith asked, “What?”
Wesley picked her up off the ground, “By the order of the Watcher's Council of Britain... I am exercising my authority and removing you to England, where you will accept the judgment of the disciplinary committee.” One of the men helped hold Faith, and they all fled the mansion, leaving Angel behind, entangled in a mass of net and rope.
Dean kept quiet when he entered the motel room he shared with Sam in case his brother was sleeping. “Dean?” Sam croaked groggily.
“Yeah, sorry kid, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Dean sat on his bed and took off his shoes before laying back.
“’s okay. I wanted to talk to you ‘bout something.” Sam shifted and turned on the light. He rubbed his eyes at the sudden brightness. Clearing his throat he asked, “Remember how you asked me to find out how long slayers live?”
Dean rolled and looked at him. Sam noticed that Dean looked nearly exhausted. “Well, I snuck around the library a bit after school and that British guy, not Mr. Giles, the other one, had a journal.” Sam paused, reconsidering telling Dean what he learned.
“What’d ya find, Sam?” Dean asked wearily.
“Not much, but in the seventies, there was one that lived to nearly twenty-five. She had a child, too.” Sam looked at his brother, but Dean’s expression had become unreadable.
“Thanks, Sam.” Dean sat up. “You should get some sleep, it’s a school night.” He shut off the light before changing for bed himself.
By the following evening, Faith had escaped from the council and chosen to work for Mayor Wilkins. Though she tried to keep this fact from Buffy and the Scoobies, it didn’t take them long to figure it out.
Dean attempted to keep his insecurities and worries to himself. With worrying about the mayor’s ascension and Faith’s evil turn, Buffy barely had time to notice that Dean hadn’t been the same since the night at Angel’s.
During school Anya had cornered Willow for her assistance with a spell to help her regain her demonic abilities. Fortunately, Willow was unable to help and Anya remained a former vengeance demon.
Dean sat in the Bronze watching the Dingoes set up. He rubbed a hand over his face, he was trying to be supportive of his friend, Oz, but his mind kept wandering to his concerns for Buffy.
Dean was on his second beer when Anya sat down a few stools over. “Can I have a beer?” She shouted to the bartender.
“Can I see some ID?” he barked back.
“Excuse me?!” Anya asked incredulously.
“ID,” the bartender said at the point of boredom.
Anya thumped her fists on the bar, “I'm eleven hundred and twenty years old! Just gimme a friggin' beer!”
The bartender was unimpressed, “I.D.”
Anya sighed, “Alright. Gimme a --”
“I got it,” Dean said loudly enough to catch the bartender’s attention.
Anya turned to look at her savior and found him to be quite attractive. “Well, hello, thank you.”
Dean smiled and tipped back his beer. “No problem, sweetheart, it’s the least I can do for a pretty girl who’s had a hard day.”
Anya smiled coyly, (well as coyly as she could), “They say chivalry is dead.” She scooted her bar stool closer to him. “I am Anyanka, well, Anya . To whom do I owe my thanks?”
“Uh, Dean, name’s Dean,” he nodded to her and touched beer bottles together in a toast.
“Well, Dean, if you’d like to have sex with me, you may.”
Dean spit his beer with wide eyes, “Wow, gotta say that’s a first. Usually takes more than one sip of beer.”
Anya smiled, “Yes, well, I’m new to this whole thing.” She pointed at her body, earning a confused look from Dean.
“O-kay,” Dean drawled out. “I guess I should tell you that I kinda have a girlfriend.”
Anya looked at him with a brow so quirked it hurt. “Kinda? Kinda? No one kinda has a girlfriend.”
Dean nodded, “Sorry? I just…”
“You’re just lucky is what you are. If you only knew…” Anya paused and looked closely at Dean. “What did you say your name was?”
“Dean, why?”
“Yes, Dean, Dean, what?”
“Winchester, why?”
Anya’s eyes became saucers. “No! No! No! No! No! Not you! Not now! Not when I’m powerless.” Dean moved back from her. “Do you know how many women have begged for your demise?! Do you?!” She stood with her hand on her hips and mumbled, “If only that Willow girl had been more powerful.”
“Uh, okay buckets of crazy, I’m just gonna…”
“You’ve got a lot of nerve coming around here -If I had my powers back I would exact the vengeance that you so deserve, starting with your penis!”
Dean nearly fell over as he backed away from her. “Right, okay, I’m out of here.” He stumbled to the stage area. “Oz! I gotta go man.”
Oz nodded with a quizzical look on his face.
Shortly after leaving the Bronze, Dean ran into Willow. “Oh hey, Dean, where’re you going? Aren’t you going to hang with us at the Bronze?”
Dean shook his head, “No, uh, not tonight.” He took a step to the side to walk around her but hesitated. “Did you do something with a chick named Anya?”
Willow looked frightened, momentarily. She knew Dean hated witchcraft of any kind and what Anya had her do was a dark magic. “No, not really. What kind of something?”
Dean looked up at the sky, searching for patience. “You did some kind of Wicca crap with her, didn’t you?”
“Well,” Willow meekly began.
“Dammit, Willow, I told you that stuff is dangerous. Now she’s all kinds of crazy! You should see her.”
Willow sighed in relief, “Oh no, she was crazy long before I did anything with her, trust me.” She nodded, “Really, she’s a former vengeance demon, but now she’s just a girl.”
Dean exhaled visibly relieved. “You sure? ‘Cause she was talkin’ about causing me some major pain.”
Willow laughed and touched Dean’s arm to comfort him. “Yeah, no worries, Dean. You sure you don’t want to join us at the Bronze? But,-- hey,” she paused as she came to a realization, “why would she want to hurt you? What did you do?”
“Nothing!” Dean adamantly insisted.
Willow looked like she wasn’t buying it. “You sure? ‘Cause Anya’s specialty was wronged women.” Willow stood with her arms crossed. “Dean?”
Dean just stared at her for a moment. “Fine, I mighta lied to some girls in my life.” Willow raised a brow slowly, and Dean relented, “And I cheated on some girls. But that was in my past. I swear, Willow.”
Willow smirked, “It better be, Dean. Buffy’s my best friend. I wouldn’t want to work my awesome Wicca witchy powers on you.” She smiled.
Dean didn’t. He sighed, put his arm around her, and began walking with her. “Come on, I’ll walk you back. This city is dangerous at night.”
Willow walked happily for a block. “Dean, is something wrong? You haven’t been around much lately and, well, you seem kinda, I don’t know, bummed.”
Dean tilted his head to her, “I’m fine, Will.”
Willow made a face, but said nothing. Once they arrived at the Bronze, Dean held the door for Willow, then walked away.
After finding Buffy and Xander inside, Willow finger waved to Oz, who came over for a minute before the gig started. “Buffy, you and Dean fighting?” Willow asked in a whisper.
“No, not that I’m aware,” Buffy replied and looked around. “In fact, he’s supposed to be here.”
“Yeah, Dean cut out a while ago,” Oz informed her.
Willow nodded, “Yeah, he walked me here, but didn’t stay.”
Buffy pouted, “Hmm, I think I’ll see if I can find him.”
The only place Buffy could think to look was Dean’s motel, and she smiled when she saw the Impala parked outside. Dean answered her knock, and stepped aside to let her in. “Hey, this is unexpected. Aren’t you supposed to be at the Bronze?”
“Aren’t you?” Buffy asked as she shut the door, and looked around. The brothers Winchester were watching some old movie. “Hey, Sam.”
Sam looked up from the TV and smiled, “Hi, Buffy.”
Dean took Buffy’s hand and led her to his bed to sit with him. “What brings you by?”
“You do,” Buffy looked at him with worry.
“Hey, I’m gonna get something from the snack machine. You guys want anything?” Sam’s hand was already on the door.
Dean grabbed his wallet, “Yeah, get me a soda and chips. Buffy, ya want something?”
“No, I’m good, thanks, Sam.” Dean walked over and handed Sam some cash. When he returned to the bed, Buffy asked, “What’s wrong? And don’t tell me nothing, you are not acting like you and I wanna know why.”
Dean smiled and brushed her hair back. “I don’t know. I’m bored.”
Buffy gave him a look, “Yeah right, ‘cause the hell mouth’s a quiet place. No baddies to be had around here.” She leaned back. “Try again.”
Dean smirked, “No fooling you, huh?” He pulled her closer to him, so that she lay her head on his chest with his arm wrapped around her.
“Are you leaving? Again?”
“No,” he reassured her with a kiss to the top of her head.
“Then what is it?” Buffy pulled away to look him in the eye and Dean could see that she was worried.
Dean wasn’t the kind of guy that got all sharey with his feelings. He had so much going on in his head, he didn’t even know where to start. “I just didn’t want to go to the Bronze ‘cause there’s this crazy Anya chick there that kept threatening to hurt me.”
Buffy nodded, “Former vengeance demon. Yeah, she is kinda, odd. But I wouldn’t let her hurt you.”
Dean performed an exaggerated eye roll. “Yeah, that’s just what I want, my girlfriend thinking she has to protect me.” He pulled her back to him as she giggled.
They watched the movie in silence for a few minutes. Dean felt like he had dodged a bullet. Then, he felt very, very worried.
“What the hell is taking Sammy so long?”