Going to Graceland (SPN/Btvs) Ch. 7
Title: Going to Graceland (SPN/Btvs) wip ch 1
Author: Noturbaby
Fandoms: Supernatural, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG-13 - R
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Supernatural and Buffy the Vampire Slayer do not belong to me. This is for fun not for profit.
Post series for Buffy
Summary: A retelling of end of SPN season 3 -- Dean’s deal with a Buffy twist.
Buffy/Dean Sam/Faith
This is a continuation of my story Reasons to Visit Cleveland. You don't have to read that to understand this. All you need to know is that Faith and Buffy met Sam and Dean and hooked up and want to story is based on Season 3 of Supernatural and is post series for Buffy. It's a retelling of the ending of that season and the beginning of season 4.
Note: Long a** chapter, but, there's not much more so I crammed a lot in here. btw There's no way someone could drive from Cleveland to Canaan, Vermont to Eerie, Pennsylvania in one day. However, Kripke and co. had Dean drive from Eerie to Canaan and back so I figured if he can do it, so can my Dean.
Faith shook herself to clear her head. How had she not heard something happen to Sam? How had she not seen anything? Taking a deep breath, she looked for more clues to lead her to Sam. Why was she feeling tired? In frustration, she pulled off her sweatshirt, thinking maybe the chilly air would help revive her. As she went to tie the sweatshirt around her waist, she found a tiny dart in the thick material. "Well, that explains it," Faith thought to herself. "Someone tried to dope me. They must have drugged Sam, too." Examining the area around her again, Faith was able to spot the path used to drag Sam. It seemed the more she moved, the more awake she became.
"Ohmigod, I've survived demons and vampires for years, only to die in a car crash," Buffy thought fearfully as the Impala bulleted down the expressway. She hoped she was hiding her terror from Dean, but she was certain a car that old shouldn't be going that fast. She kept her feet braced on the floor and her one hand gripped the seat.
Dean didn't notice Buffy, had forgotten she was even in the car as he gripped the wheel and kept his foot to the floor. All he could think was, "Sammy, you better not have gotten yourself killed."
Faith crept silently up the steps of the old cabin. Her eyes constantly scanning for anything she could use as a weapon. Noiselessly, she opened the door. She picked up a bottle she thought she could use to cause harm to whatever took Sam and slinked into the next room.
Doctor Benton leaned over Sam, who was strapped to a table. He held a scalpel in his hand, "Relax, this isn't going to hurt a bit."
"On the contrary, this is gonna hurt a lot," Faith retorted as she cracked the bottle over the doctor's head. When he collapsed onto Sam, Faith picked him up and threw him into some chairs across the room.
"Faith?" Sam croaked. "Faith?"
"Yeah, baby, it's me. I'm gonna get you out of here," Faith answered pulling at the buckle on the straps holding Sam to the table.
"You? You should be sleeping. How did you get here?" Dr. Benton asked as he rose from the floor.
Faith spun in shock. "Me? You should be --" instead of continuing, she attacked him with his own surgical tools.
Satisfied that the doctor was down for good, Faith returned to Sam. She kissed him then returned to un-strapping him. "Sam, though I'm finding this bondage look kinda hot, let's save it for a time we're not in a dingy old cabin, okay?"
Sam grinned sleepily, "Faith, I --" His eyes widened, "Behind you!"
Faith spun, "What the hell? Can't you just die already?"
Nervous about releasing her grip on the seat, Buffy reached for her ringing phone. "Hey," her voice squeaked in worry, she didn't want the call to distract Dean. His eyes needed to stay on the road.
"Sam's safe," Faith breathed out.
"Sam's safe," Buffy repeated to Dean.
Dean eased his foot from the accelerator, "Thank god," he said on an exhale. "Have Faith tell him I'm gonna kick his ass."
Buffy snorted a laugh and disconnected, "She heard you and said get in line."
Though he slowed the Impala, Dean still radiated tension like an over tightened spring. Buffy gently put her hand on his shoulder, "Hey," she said softly, "Sam's okay. Everything is gonna be fine."
The muscle in Dean's tightly clenched jaw twitched. "I know."
Buffy edged closer to him. She reached out and soothingly ran her fingers through his hair. Dean blew out another deep breath, but his mind and heart were still racing with the panic he had felt. Buffy's hand dropped to his shoulder, then the seat next to him. Dean glanced at her, grabbed her hand, and kissed her fingers. "Thanks," he said just above a whisper.
Buffy smiled at him and squeezed his hand. Her heart rate was picking up again, but it had nothing to do with the speed of the car.
Using the phone's GPS and Faith's directions, Dean and Buffy easily found their way to the cabin. Inside, they found Faith stretching and jumping in place. Sam was reading.
"Ya find anything?" Faith asked panting.
"Not yet," Sam replied.
"Please don't do this, I can help you," Dr. Benton mumbled from his current spot on the floor.
"Shut up you freak of nature!" Faith yelled.
Buffy and Dean asked, "What the-?"
Faith turned her nearly exhausted body to them. "Hey guys. Glad you made it."
Dean hugged Sam before giving his brother a light slap across the head. "Are you trying to kill me before the hell hounds can?" Dean turned to Faith, "Thanks for saving his sorry ass."
Faith grinned, "Hey, I like that ass, so no worries." Then she turned to Buffy, "Check this guy out." She pointed to Dr. Benton. "He's like Wyle E. Coyote and Jason Voorhees mixed together. I can't kill him."
Dean took his gun from his waistband and shot the doctor in the forehead. Benton immediately collapsed on the floor. Dean held his arms out to his sides in an expression of "that wasn't so hard". Then a moment later, Benton groaned. "What the --?"
Faith turned to Dean, "See? Total horror film bad guy. He just doesn't die."
Dean looked to Sam for an explanation. Sam held up Benton's journal. "Explains why Dad cutting out his heart didn't work. He just plugged in a new one."
"Dean, I can help you," Dr. Benton rasped.
Faith stomped over and punched the doctor in the face. "I told you to shut up."
"What is he talking about?" Buffy asked.
Faith rolled her eyes and pointed to Sam. "Well? Go on, tell 'em your plan."
Sam looked like a scolded child, but he turned to Dean and held up the doctor's journal. "Dean, this, this here, now. This is what's gonna save you."
Dean couldn't hide his shock, "What? Chasing some Frankenstein?"
Sam shook his head, "Chasing immortality. Look Benton can't die. We find out how he did it, we can do it to you."
"Sure, Sam. All I have to do is drink blood out of a baby's skull or something, right?"
"No, that's just it. This is science, if I'm reading this right," Sam explained. "What are you talking about?"
"In his journal, he has these formulas, directions. The thing is Benton never dies. You have to die before you go to hell, right? So if you can never die--" Sam attempted to reason with Dean, however Dean shook his head, "I was just trying to help."
"You're not helping. You forget that if I welch on this deal, you die. Guess what, living forever is welching," Dean replied feeling frustrated.
"Fine," Sam sighed, "then whatever the magic pill is, I'll take it too."
Buffy and Faith looked at each other, neither liked where this conversation was headed.
"Oh, what is this - Sid and Nancy? No. We kill the demon that holds the contract, and this whole damn thing wipes clean. That's our best shot," Dean answered.
"Even if you had the Colt, Dean, who you gonna shoot? We have no idea who holds the ticket," Sam stated barely containing his annoyance.
Dean smirked. "Yeah we do, little brother, it's Lilith." Sam stared, open mouthed. "Now, I didn't get the Colt from Bela.."
"But, I got my scythe back," Buffy informed Sam.
Sam looked from Buffy to Dean. "How do you know it's Lilith?"
Dean shrugged, "Bela told me." Seeing Sam beginning to doubt Bela's claim, Dean went on, "She had no reason to lie to me, this time. Trust me."
Sam began to nod, feeling hopeful for the first time in a long time. "Okay, so what do we do with Wylie over there? Sam asked pointing to the doctor.
"Dismember?" Dean suggested.
"He sewed himself back together before," Sam reminded.
"You could let me go," the doctor offered to the amusement of the others.
"So not gonna happen, Frankie," Buffy smirked. "How about dismember and bury in separate locations?" Faith and Sam nodded.
"How about dismember and salt and burn," Dean recommended.
"Perfect," Sam agreed, though Buffy and Faith were disgusted by the idea.
Night had fallen by the time they had completed their gruesome task. The full moon offered plenty of light for them to find the path back to where their vehicles were parked, and Sam couldn't hide his smile. He hadn't seen his brother hold hands with a girl since Dean had been in high school. Sam so badly wanted to tease Dean, to make up for all the harassment Dean piled on him through the years. But seeing Dean happy, was worth putting off the teasing, at least for now.
Buffy whispered something in Dean's ear, making him chuckle.
"What's so funny Dean?" Faith asked.
Dean cleared his throat. "Nothin'." Buffy leaned into him and whispered again, making him chuckle more, before he whispered, "Don't worry, I got your back."
"Okay, I got your front," Buffy whispered in return.
Dean's brows shot up at her suggestive offer and he smirked.
"What are you talking about?" Sam asked
"Buffy's worried about ticks. So, she offered to do a tick check."
Faith and Sam exchanged looks. "Ticks?" Faith asked.
Buffy looked up at Dean, "You never know where one might be."
Sam rolled his eyes. How had his brother made Buffy fall for a tick check? Sam was certain Dean was using it as a new way to get in a girl's pants.
Ruby paced in front of Bela, angrier than she had been in a while. "What do you mean you gave her the scythe?" Her entire plan for the Winchesters hinged on that weapon. "What is supposed to save your ass, now?"
Bela had already accepted her fate so she sneered at Ruby. "You can't possibly believe that you were going to be able to stop Lilith or my deal."
Ruby glared at Bela, too angry to speak, then she heard the hell hounds growling. "Well, looks like the puppies are here to play with their new toy." She opened the door, but the hounds only circled Bela, they didn't maul her. Ruby narrowed her eyes, "What gives, princess?"
Scared senseless, Bela said nothing but subconsciously touched the hex bag she wore around her neck. Thankful, that though she had just a few minutes to live, she wasn't going to die at the mouths of hell hounds.
However, Bela didn't know Ruby was very observant. Having seen Bela touch the hidden hex bag, Ruby moved passed the hounds. Her eyes blackened, her head tilted and she pinned Bela to the bed. Ruby used her knife to lift the cord holding the hex bag. "What's this?" she eyed the bag. Ruby recognized it immediately and grinned wickedly. She cut the cord off Bela's neck. "Dinner time!" she crooned to the hounds.
Ruby stabbed the hex bag, then twirled it around on her finger by its cord as Bela screamed in terror and pain. Ruby had thought that Sam being with a slayer was going to ruin everything. But, now she had exactly what she needed to get the Winchesters to do her bidding. Ruby knew there were only a few certainties in this world. One of those certainties was Dean Winchester's deep seated hatred for witches.
"Oh, Dean," she sighed. "Sweet, stupid, predictable Dean. You do make things so fun!" Ruby squealed as she planned her next move.
Being too hungry and too wound up to check into a motel, Buffy, Dean, Sam and Faith stopped at a bar. While the girls grabbed a table, Sam and Dean ordered beers from the bartender. Sam smirked as he watched his brother check on Buffy. Dean noticed the look and asked, "What?"
Sam's smirk grew to a grin, "Nothing, just, you and Buffy."
"What? She's cool," Dean said defensively. He looked over at her again, "If I had met her at any other time…"
"You'd have run for the hills," Sam finished Dean's thought with a teasing smirk.
Briefly, a look of hurt flashed across Dean's face, but he recovered quickly, "Yeah, right?" He waved over the bartender. "I'd be looking for a chupacabre in New Mexico so fast your head would spin."
Sam had noticed the look, but didn't know what to make of it. Deciding to keep it light, "Dean likes Buffy," he teased in a sing song.
"Dude, what are you like seven?" Dean scoffed at his brother.
Sam wrinkled his brow in thought, "No, more like twelve. Yeah, I think that's how old I was the last time I saw you hold a girl's hand."
Dean narrowed his eyes at him. "Whatever, it's not like you weren't holding Faith's hand. So," he paused, "so, shut up."
Sam laughed. "Ooo, good come back Dean." Then, he hummed the same sing song tune again.
Dean rolled his eyes and shoved Sam's shoulder, "Here," he said handing Sam two bottles, "take these to the girls. I'll pay for these."
Sam nodded, "Okay, Dean, but are you sure you can stay away from Buffy for that long?"
"Stick it," he grumbled. While making sure Sam wasn't looking, Dean poured a healthy dose of hot pepper sauce into Sam's beer bottle.
After Dean joined them at the table, he pulled Buffy's chair close to his and read the menu over her shoulder. He bit his lip and closed his eyes when he noticed Sam taking a sip of his beer. Suddenly, Sam was spurting and swearing and drinking his ice water. "Dammit, Dean!" An angry glare shot towards his brother.
Looking up innocently at his younger brother, "What, Sammy?"
Sam glared, "You know damn well what." Sam pushed back from the table, "Jerk." He walked to the bar to order a fresh beer.
Dean chuckled but Faith and Buffy looked irritated. "Wanna explain what's goin' on?" Faith asked.
Dean shrugged, "I don't know." Dean went back to pretending to study the menu.
When he returned, Sam grinned slyly, "Payback's a bitch, dude."
Dean raised a brow, "I'm shakin' Sammykins."
"You should be. How long did it take for the skin to grow back from the last prank war you started?" Sam smirked. Faith and Buffy smiled and looked at Dean.
"A lot less time than it took for your hair to grow back Nair Boy!" Dean chided in return.
"Nair Boy?" Faith asked quietly.
Sam turned to her, wrinkling his brow, "Tell you later." Glaring at Dean, "Just remember you started this, Dean. Cuz you know they say when you least expect it…"
Dean rolled his eyes, "Sure, Sammy." Then he grinned widely and finished his beer.
Finding a motel room wasn't easy. Nothing was available where Sam and Faith were staying, so Dean and Buffy had to drive another hour before they came to another exit promising lodging. In that time, Buffy had fallen asleep against his arm. He let her sleep while he checked them in, then insisted on carrying her into the room. Though she claimed being carried wasn't necessary, Buffy snuggled into his embrace. Once he laid her on the bed, she held on to him and kissed him. "Just get some sleep," he whispered as he took her hands from his neck. Buffy looked surprised, but Dean smiled, slipped off his shirt and boots then crawled into bed and put his arm around her.
Finally back in Cleveland, everyone seemed to go their separate ways. Faith needed stress relief so she worked out with the younger slayers. Sam researched omens in the library with Keisha. Dean spent the morning on the phone with Bobby. Buffy spoke with Andrew about new security measures now that the scythe was in their possession again.
Just as he was about to join Sam in the library, Dean's phone rang. "Dean, we need to talk."
"Ruby, what makes you think I want to hear anything you have to say?" Dean said as he disconnected. The phone rang again, "Stop calling. I don't care ---"
"If you want to see your car again, you'll meet me," Ruby said calmly.
"What did you do to my car?" Dean growled.
"There's a park two blocks away from you. Think you can walk that far? Or do you want me to pick you up?" Ruby asked in annoyance.
"Touch my car and I'll kill you."
"Then, I guess you walk."
Dean stalked over to his car ignoring the pacing Ruby. "If anything is wrong with my car --"
"Relax, I didn't hurt it," Ruby replied as she watched Dean look over his precious car. However, as he was about to open the driver's door, Ruby threw him into the nearest tree causing him to fall to the ground against it. "I said you could have the car after we talked."
Dean glared at her clenching his jaw.
"I take the hostile glare to mean I can start," she continued with a small smirk on her face. She reached into her pocket and retrieved the hex bag Dean had given Bela, and threw it on the ground in front of him. "I think it's time I came clean about some things, Dean."
"Right. What makes you think I'm gonna believe anything you have to say?" he scowled.
Ruby just raised a brow. "Just shut up and listen. Then, believe what you want." She held up the hex bag, "I took this from Bela's hell hound's chew toy dead body. Tell your witch she's gonna need to make them a helluva lot stronger if she hopes to keep your sorry ass safe."
Dean swallowed and tried not to let the fact that Bela was killed while wearing the hex bag bother him. "You were there when Bela died. What a surprise."
Ruby ignored him with a sigh. "Once I learned that you idiots allowed Bela to steal the Colt, I had her steal the scythe from the slayers." She smirked as she watched Dean's reaction. "See, I know the magic scythe is the one weapon sure to kill Lilith. I figure I hand it over to you guys and you guys just might start to trust me." She shrugged, "I didn't know you all had started sleeping together."
Dean ignored that comment and raised a skeptical brow, "Why would we ever trust you and why do you even want Lilith dead? And don't give me any of that 'I used to be human and I still love bunnies' bull shit. What gives?"
"'What gives?' Lilith is the First, in fact the first demon created by Lucifer, as a an act against God after he was expelled from heaven. Therefore she's majorly powerful and majorly twisted. I should know, five hundred years ago, when I was a human and a witch, I used to worship her, just like those witches in Massachusetts did."
She crouched down in front of him. "When the slayer sent me to hell, Lilith tortured me. She spent centuries torturing me. Inventing new methods of inflicting pain, so yeah, I want her dead. Not just sent back to hell, but dead." She stood and took a few steps away from him before she continued.
Then she shrugged, "I don't know how time works in heaven, but time works differently in hell than it does here, days are like months, months like decades, decades like," she paused, "well you get the picture. So, centuries of torture amount to more than a millennium of that bitch using me as her toy."
Dean rolled his eyes, "Now you're expecting me to believe in heaven. Next you'll tell me Santa Claus can get me out of my deal."
Ruby looked stunned. "You've seen evil, you believe in hell and all of us demons, but you don't believe in heaven? What, exactly, are you fighting for?" she asked seemingly confused. "How can there be evil without good, you moron?"
Dean just stared at the insult.
Ruby waved it off, "Fine, ask your girlfriend, she was there until that witch yanked her out." She fixed Dean with a stare as she watched the wheels turn in his mind. "Yeah," she acknowledged, "Your precious Sammy was there, too, 'til you…" Ruby looked at Dean hoping her words were having the desired impact.
"I, I don't believe you," Dean stammered.
Ruby huffed, "I don't have time for this, I don't care what you believe. Look, you have one chance to get out of your deal and kill Lilith, you want my help or not."
Having regained some composure, Dean smirked, "Why would I want your help? I've got an army of Slayers willing to help me."
Ruby shook her head, "Poor, poor, stupid Dean. The only thing that hates slayers more than me is Lilith. They shut her in the hell mouth as she was attempting to bring about the apocalypse, remember? Hell is hell, even for demons, not even Lilith wants to be there." She shook her head, "Oh, yeah, she's gonna want the slayers dead even more than she wants to see Sammy dead. And your plan is to bring them to her like some sort of gift?" Ruby appeared to be thinking, "Well, I guess that's better than letting Cleveland turn into a crater if you bring this battle here," she shrugged. Tilting her head, Ruby studied him. "You don't believe me." She rolled her eyes, "Ask if any of them had a slayer dream. Ask what happened to your girl in the dream." Ruby knew it was a gamble, but she was willing to risk that small part of her plan. Releasing her demonic hold on Dean, she finished by saying "Call me, if you want to avoid all that and get out of your deal."
Dean wasn't buying it, not completely, "You said there was no getting me out of the deal."
Ruby grinned to herself before turning to face him. "That was before I checked out the fine print." She walked up to Dean and dragged a finger down his chest, "A demon can't cheat the deal either, Dean." She turned, began to walk away, and waited for the inevitable.
"Wait," Dean called after her, "what do you mean by that?"
Ruby stopped. She had to be sure Dean had taken the bait, hook line and sinker, because she was only getting one shot at this. She turned to face him. "Well, like I tried to explain to Bela, before she put all her trust in a hex bag, people with contracts have an expiration date. If the demon that holds the contract collects before it's due, the contract is null and void," she said with a small smile.
Dean squinted, "So, if Lilith kills me before the contract is up, do I still go to hell?"
Ruby paused to make her argument seem more believable. "Yes, I think so." As expected, Dean huffed and made to interrupt. "But, if Lilith is then killed, your soul is freed."
Dean pressed his lips together in thought. "I'm still dead, though."
Ruby sighed and did her best to look disappointed. "Yeah, but you wouldn't be in hell. And haven't you been living on borrowed time, anyway?" Dean nodded and walked to his car. "Well, if you change your mind, call me. In the meantime, I'll start looking for Lilith." Ruby disappeared before Dean could say anything else.
"Where the hell have you been?" Sam demanded the moment Dean walked in the room.
Dean blinked, "Oh, uh, the car needed some stuff, so I, uh, took care of it."
"Oh," Sam said more calmly, "What did Bobby say when you told him about Bela?"
Dean ran a hand over his hair, "Uh, you know, sucks that we lost the Colt, good that we got the scythe. Oh, and he thinks he may know of a way to find Lilith."
"Good, then we can take care of her once and for all," Sam said with surprising determination. Sam squinted at Dean, "You all right?"
Dean nodded, "Yeah, man, I'm good."
Sam stared at him for another moment. "Look, uh, about yesterday, I'm sorry."
"For what? Almost getting yourself killed by the good doctor or wanting to turn your good looking brother into a freak?" Dean teased.
Sam laughed, "Neither, for teasing you about Buffy." Dean instantly made the 'we're not talking about this' face, but Sam ignored it and continued. "I think it's great. I mean, I think the two of you together is great."
Dean rolled his eyes, "Dude, don't you have better things to do than think about my social life?"
"Yeah, actually, I do," Sam laughed. "But, man, I see how you look at her. And how she looks at you. I haven't seen that since Cassie."
Dean slumped his shoulders and looked to the ceiling for moral support. "Sam, can we not do this now, or ever?"
"Dean, I'm just saying, have you told her how you feel?" Dean's blank stare was his answer. "Okay, well once this is all over, then, will you?" Dean shook his head in frustration. Sam was equally frustrated, "Why not, man? Being a slayer, she can handle the job, so that's not an issue for you guys and you obviously care about her."
Dean smiled at his brother, "Let's get me to survive this mess I got myself in, then I'll worry about the girl, okay?" Dean looked around, "Where is Buffy, anyway?"
"In the kitchen with Willow and Andrew," Sam answered. "I think they're cooking or something."
Dean grinned as Sam's answer could mean a meal was about to be served.
"It's so great that you got the scythe back," Willow said with a smile as she sat across from Buffy.
Both women had large binders on the table before them. "Uh-huh," Buffy agreed absent mindedly as she tapped her pencil on her binder.
Willow grinned at her best friend. She tore a sheet from her binder, "Here, Andrew. Use this as your shopping list."
Andrew took it from her, looking over it with a frown. "Hmm, I suppose you need me to do this now," he sighed. Willow nodded which made Andrew sigh again, "Very well, I'll go."
Once Andrew left, Willow covered Buffy's hand with her own. "Spill."
Buffy's brow wrinkled in confusion, "Huh?"
"Why are you so distracted?" Willow asked, then laughed lightly. "Or maybe I should ask, what did Dean do that has you so distracted?"
"Nothing," Buffy said with a shake of her head. After a moment, she went on, "I always thought it would be impossible for me to have a relationship. But, I don't know, I mean, he makes me think that maybe I could." She met Willow's smiling eyes, "Maybe."
Willow grinned, "So, are you saying he makes you want to be a cookie and not just the dough?"
Buffy groaned. "God, I am so sorry I ever made that analogy."
Willow laughed. "But, that's it isn't it?" Buffy made a face. "Because it looks like if anyone was gonna be cookie worthy, Dean could be it."
Buffy grinned. "I guess he could be cookie worthy. He is, like Cordelia used to say, hot enough to bake cookies on." Willow laughed. "And he sure makes me warm all over."
"So cookie or still dough?"
Sam and Dean entered the kitchen and Dean's eyes lit up as he overheard the question. "You're baking cookies?"
Willow and Buffy exchanged looks and giggled. "We were talking about it," Buffy admitted.
Sam smiled at his brother, "You should let Dean help. He makes awesome cookies."
Dean looked at his brother in shock for a moment, but Buffy and Willow turned shades of red and giggled even more. Willow looked at Dean with a raised brow, "You make cookies, huh?"
Dean shook his head, wondering what Sam was referring to, when a smile began to cover his face. "I can't believe you remember," he turned to the girls and said with pride, "Yes, I make awesome cookies." The giggles erupting from the girls made Dean feel defensive. "How old were you, Sam?"
Sam nodded and began to smile, "I was turning seven."
"Right, it was for your birthday." The brothers shared wide grins. Dean looked back at Buffy. "So, Dad parked us in some dinky town for a couple weeks and Sammy's birthday is coming up."
"And my whole class is like this perfect Mayberry Suburbia…" Sam interrupts.
"Stepford," Dean corrected.
"Yeah, total Stepford," Sam agreed enthusiastically. "But I'm six and I gotta fit in with these kids. And every other kid whose birthday happened while I was in class, came in with these awesome homemade treats."
"Sammy whined for days about these stupid birthday treats he needed," Dean added. "I figure, how hard can it be? I sorta remembered my mom baking cookies, at least I remember her letting me taste the dough," he shrugged.
Buffy and Willow look between the brothers to see who will continue, when Sam laughed. "We went to the store and blew all the money Dad gave us for the week on ingredients for chocolate chip cookies."
"How'd you know how to make the cookies?" Willow asked.
"I read the back of the chocolate chip bag. We bought everything the recipe called for and I spent the night making cookies."
By this time, Sam was laughing so much at the memory he was wiping his eyes, "God, remember how much dough we ate?"
Dean joined in the laughter. "I had to bake two batches 'cause we ate so much dough from the first one." He paused for a moment, "The worst part was Dad coming home." Sam nodded. Dean pointed at his brother, "This one fell asleep so I'm making all these cookies and it's taking forever. I burn two or three sheets of cookies cuz I'm falling asleep. Then Dad comes home from the hunt he was on and wants to know what the hell is going on and why I'm still up and why I'm baking cookies instead of just buying them."
"That's right," Sam said, "but that's not even the worst part."
Dean rolled his eyes, and looked at Buffy, "Dad's exhausted and doesn't want to hear the whole story, just sends us off to bed, tells us we'll clean up in the morning."
"In the morning," Sam continued, "we find out Dad ate about half the cookies and I won't have enough for my class."
"Oh, no," the girls say in shocked unison.
Sam and Dean laughed. "I was almost crying," Dean confessed.
"I was crying," Sam admitted.
"After all that work, you didn't get cookies?" Buffy asked with a tinge of empathy in her voice.
"We had cookies," Sam corrected, "just not enough for my class treat."
"Dad stopped and bought a bag of those mini Snickers on the way to school," Dean added.
"Oh, were your classmates disappointed?" Willow asked.
"No, I was a hero. No one ever brought candy before," Sam said with a huge grin.
Dean shook his head and chuckled at his brother. "I haven't thought about that in years." He looked at Buffy and met her smile with one of his own, "So, babe, we makin' cookies, or what?"
Willow smiled from ear to ear as Buffy answered, "Oh, yeah, we're definitely making cookies."