Class of 96 (spn/btvs) ch 2 wip
Title: Class of '96 ch 2 wip
Author: Noturbaby
words: 2100
Summary: Dean is unhappy about being forced to take buffy to his class renunion.
Chapter 2 : night at the bar
Disclaimer in first chapter
Art by AwesomeGeek
warnings:T language
Previous chapter,
As Buffy, Sam, and Dean were finishing their meals, Buffy noticed that Dean was being unusually nice. He had even thrown a couple 'pleases' and 'thank yous' around. She was instantly suspicious of what had so drastically improved his mood.
Sam, on the other hand, wasn't suspicious; he was completely annoyed. His brother was slathering on the charm so thickly they'd need a bulldozer to get out of their booth. He really hoped Buffy wouldn't fall for Dean's line of bull. However, just when Sam thought Dean's new attitude was going to make him lose the dinner he just ate, the blonde Dean had been hitting on before Buffy and Sam's arrival, tried to join them at the table.
"He-ey," she slurred and wavered on her feet, "I wuz wunderin' whut happened to you." She nearly fell into Dean's lap as she attempted to nudge his arm.
It took a millisecond for Dean's surprise to leave his face and be replaced with a mischievous smirk. "Sorry, honey. I know I told you I'd be right back, but then my girl, here," he indicated Buffy with a slight bow of his head, "showed up."
The drunk girl put a hand on Dean's shoulder to steady herself as she looked Buffy over.
"As it turns out," Dean continued, "the threesome I was hoping for isn't quite what she wanted. She wants this guy with us instead of you." He jerked his head toward Sam. "And whatever baby wants, baby gets."
The blonde blinked, first at Dean, then at Sam, then at Buffy. "Ohh," she loudly exaggerated. "I get it." She turned to Buffy. "You want both of them." She pointed back and forth between Sam and Dean.
Sam glared at his brother. Buffy took a second to calm herself before she smirked at Dean. Then, smiling as sweetly as she could, Buffy answered the drunk girl. "Well, see, it's like this. He," she pointed at Dean, "isn't as good as he looks." Lowering her voice to nearly a whisper she added, "needs a little tutoring." With another smirk at Dean, Buffy continued, "But this guy," she turned to Sam and put her hand on his shoulder, "is incredible - goes for hours." Sam ducked his head to hide a laugh and his blush.
Dean looked stunned for only a moment before he started laughing. "Good one, Summers." Buffy could only shake her head but then joined in the laughter.
The poor drunk blonde girl looked confused. "I don't get it."
"And you won't be any time soon," Buffy added before she took a sip of her beer.
"You should probably get back to your friends, now," Dean replied, still chuckling. The blonde nodded and stumbled away. Dean held up his beer in a toast to Buffy, who rolled her eyes, but tapped his bottle in return.
After their meal, the three found themselves in the bar. Buffy was quite astonished at how well they were getting along. Dean hadn't acted snarky to her since joining them for dinner. As Sam had left to use the men's room, Buffy was about to ask Dean if he wanted another beer, when a man grabbed Dean's shoulder. "Hi, Dean," the man practically shouted dragging Dean into a tight hug.
Buffy stifled a laugh at the look on Dean's face. "Whoa, buddy, back off," Dean said as he pushed away from the guy.
"I knew you'd come back, Dean. You said you'd come back," the man babbled excitedly.
As a look of recognition came over his face, Dean smiled. "Hey, Kevin," Dean's voice became soft like he was talking to a child. "How are you, man? It's good to see you."
"I knew that was you, Dean. I recognized you right away."
"Yeah, I'd know you anywhere, too, Kevin." He put his hand gently on Kevin's shoulder. Suddenly remembering Buffy, Dean introduced them. "Kevin, this is my friend, Buffy. Buffy, I'd like you to meet my good friend, Kevin."
Buffy smiled and held out her hand. "Nice to meet you, Kevin."
Kevin ignored her hand. "Are you Dean's girlfriend?"
Buffy was shocked by his bluntness, but Dean chuckled. "No, Kevin. Buffy is not my girlfriend. You know she's too pretty to be my girlfriend."
"Where's Sammy?" Kevin asked quickly.
"Sam's here. He's -"
"Yeah, you only like ugly, stupid girls like Kelly."
Dean laughed again. "That's right, like Kelly. How is you sister?" Dean looked around. "Who are you here with, Kevin? You're not here by yourself, are you?"
Sam joined them before Kevin could answer Dean. "Who are you?" Kevin demanded of Sam, causing Sam to stammer for a moment.
"Kevin, that's Sam. You remember Sammy."
As recognition crossed Sam's face and he said gently, "Hey, Kevin," but the other man backed away.
"You're not Sam," Kevin replied. Sam quickly looked from Dean to the other man. "Sam's not so big."
Both Sam and Dean blew out a breath and relaxed. "Sam grew up, buddy," Dean explained, "just like you."
Kevin leaned closer to Sam and squinted as he studied him. "If Dean says you're Sam, you're Sam," he concluded after his examination.
A girl rushed up to them and grabbed Kevin's arm. "Kevin, don't run off like that." With barely a glance at the group, she mumbled an apology and attempted to pull Kevin away.
"No, Kelly," Kevin whined holding still. "Look, it's Dean and Sam."
The girl stopped tugging on Kevin's arm and finally looked at the people with him. "Oh my god," she gasped and her mouth fell open. She looked from Dean to Sam and back then squealed, "Oh my god!" a little louder.
"Kelly?" the brothers asked in unison.
"Dean?" Kelly squealed again before wrapping Dean in a bear hug. Then she turned to Sam. "Sam?" She grinned and hugged him, too. "It's so good to see you, guys." Kelly said releasing Sam from his hug. She put her arm around her brother. "What are you guys doing here?" Before they could answer, she held up her hand to stop them. "Never mind, don't tell me." Her eyes cut to Buffy. "It's probably best I don't know."
Dean cocked his head to the side and looked Kelly up and down. "Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, K-E-L-L-Y. Mmm, look at you all grown up."
Kelly blushed, but slapped Dean's arm. "Stop it, Dean."
"What?" he teased gently. "Seriously, how you can be old enough to be in a bar. You're twelve!"
"No. I'm twenty-one." she grinned happily.
Dean leaned into Buffy and quietly added, "God, I'm old."
"You so are!" Buffy laughed and nodded to his surprise.
Feigning hurt Dean replied, "Thanks, some friend you are. You're supposed to make me feel better."
"Come on, Dean. I'll buy you a shot," Kelly offered with a grin. "That'll make you feel better about me being twenty-one."
Dean shook his head but put his arm around her. "Lead on, babe. I love a girl that buys me alcohol."
Buffy, Sam and Kevin followed them to the bar where Kelly proceeded to buy them a round of aptly named cherry bombs before she ran off to have her friends join them. Buffy turned to Sam and asked how they met Kevin and Kelly. Sam looked to Dean before he answered. Once he was sure that Dean wasn't listening, Sam leaned close to Buffy. "We used to take the same route home from school. There were some kids bullying Kevin and Dean put a stop to it." Buffy watched Dean's softened expression as he listened to Kevin tell him about his job and barely recognized the guy she had traveled with for the last month.
As the night wore on, the bar became over crowded with throngs of drunk twenty-somethings. Kelly and her friends plied Sam with drinks and he gladly took turns dancing with them, much to Dean's amusement. Though Kelly kept trying, it seemed no amount of alcohol would get the elder Winchester on the dance floor. When the opening notes of Van Morrison's Brown Eyed Girl began to play, Buffy took Dean's hand. "Come on, I love this song. Dance with me," she pleaded, pouting and making puppy eyes.
Dean made a show of rolling his eyes and groaning. "You don't even have brown eyes."
"So?" Buffy teased with a eye roll of her own. Then she turned on a smile and rested her hands on his shoulders. Dean put his hands on her hips and pretended to hate every moment of the song, but Buffy's smile and swaying hips were wearing down his defenses. The moment the song changed, Dean lifted his hands from Buffy's teasing hips and began to leave the dance floor. Buffy grabbed for his hand. "Hey, where are you going?"
"You got your dance. I don't do this shit," Dean pointed to the speakers as he replied.
"Aw, come on, Dean," Buffy pleaded, stomping her foot a little.
Dean chuckled, "No way, Buff. I'll bust out more moves for you tomorrow night."
She hadn't released his hand yet, so she used it to pull herself against him. "Promise?" She batted her eyelashes at him.
He smirked down at her, fighting a smile. "Promise. Now, let me go. Please." Buffy let go of his hand and spun away.
Watching Buffy laugh, relax and dance to the next few songs made Dean grateful he was going to have her all to himself the following night. Then he thought, why wait until tomorrow night.
Laughing and stumbling a bit, Buffy rode the surge of the crowd towards the bar, but found herself shoved into Dean's chest. His hands went to her arms to steady her just as her hands went to his chest for the same reason. "Sorry," she giggled.
"You can run me down anytime, babe," Dean spoke into her ear, his voice barely discernible over the loud music. Buffy tilted her head up to smile at him, but the expression in his eyes made her breath catch and heart flutter. As Dean wet his lips, Buffy's attention focused on his lips and she lost the ability to speak. Leaning in to speak in her ear, Dean said, "I was gonna step out and get some air." His voice and his breath in her ear made her head spin.
Blinking a few times to help herself regain the ability to think, Buffy looked around the crowded bar. "You might not be able to get back in," she said hoping to change his mind.
"No big loss," Dean replied keeping his hands on her arms and leaning back to meet her eyes.
Thinking the alcohol must be making her feel things that couldn't possibly be there, Buffy pushed off his chest. "Oh," she mumbled.
He dragged his hands down her arms as he released them. "You wanna - ?" he tilted his head toward the door.
At the same moment Buffy said, "I'm gonna get some water."
"Right," Dean muttered and stepped aside to let her by. He took a second to debate following her as he watched her walk to the bar. When Buffy didn't look back, Dean left.
In the cool air of the parking lot, Dean looked at the night sky, stuffed his hands in pockets and heaved a breath. Forty-eight hours. He needed to make it forty-eight hours without making a idiot of himself. Then, he and Sam could drop Buffy off in Cleveland and he'd never have to see her again.
Buffy held the glass of water to her forehead, letting it cool her. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Forty-eight hours. She needed to make it forty-eight hours without throwing herself at Dean Winchester and making a complete fool of herself. Then, she could go home and never have to see him again.
Author: Noturbaby
words: 2100
Summary: Dean is unhappy about being forced to take buffy to his class renunion.
Chapter 2 : night at the bar
Disclaimer in first chapter
Art by AwesomeGeek
warnings:T language
Previous chapter,
As Buffy, Sam, and Dean were finishing their meals, Buffy noticed that Dean was being unusually nice. He had even thrown a couple 'pleases' and 'thank yous' around. She was instantly suspicious of what had so drastically improved his mood.
Sam, on the other hand, wasn't suspicious; he was completely annoyed. His brother was slathering on the charm so thickly they'd need a bulldozer to get out of their booth. He really hoped Buffy wouldn't fall for Dean's line of bull. However, just when Sam thought Dean's new attitude was going to make him lose the dinner he just ate, the blonde Dean had been hitting on before Buffy and Sam's arrival, tried to join them at the table.
"He-ey," she slurred and wavered on her feet, "I wuz wunderin' whut happened to you." She nearly fell into Dean's lap as she attempted to nudge his arm.
It took a millisecond for Dean's surprise to leave his face and be replaced with a mischievous smirk. "Sorry, honey. I know I told you I'd be right back, but then my girl, here," he indicated Buffy with a slight bow of his head, "showed up."
The drunk girl put a hand on Dean's shoulder to steady herself as she looked Buffy over.
"As it turns out," Dean continued, "the threesome I was hoping for isn't quite what she wanted. She wants this guy with us instead of you." He jerked his head toward Sam. "And whatever baby wants, baby gets."
The blonde blinked, first at Dean, then at Sam, then at Buffy. "Ohh," she loudly exaggerated. "I get it." She turned to Buffy. "You want both of them." She pointed back and forth between Sam and Dean.
Sam glared at his brother. Buffy took a second to calm herself before she smirked at Dean. Then, smiling as sweetly as she could, Buffy answered the drunk girl. "Well, see, it's like this. He," she pointed at Dean, "isn't as good as he looks." Lowering her voice to nearly a whisper she added, "needs a little tutoring." With another smirk at Dean, Buffy continued, "But this guy," she turned to Sam and put her hand on his shoulder, "is incredible - goes for hours." Sam ducked his head to hide a laugh and his blush.
Dean looked stunned for only a moment before he started laughing. "Good one, Summers." Buffy could only shake her head but then joined in the laughter.
The poor drunk blonde girl looked confused. "I don't get it."
"And you won't be any time soon," Buffy added before she took a sip of her beer.
"You should probably get back to your friends, now," Dean replied, still chuckling. The blonde nodded and stumbled away. Dean held up his beer in a toast to Buffy, who rolled her eyes, but tapped his bottle in return.
After their meal, the three found themselves in the bar. Buffy was quite astonished at how well they were getting along. Dean hadn't acted snarky to her since joining them for dinner. As Sam had left to use the men's room, Buffy was about to ask Dean if he wanted another beer, when a man grabbed Dean's shoulder. "Hi, Dean," the man practically shouted dragging Dean into a tight hug.
Buffy stifled a laugh at the look on Dean's face. "Whoa, buddy, back off," Dean said as he pushed away from the guy.
"I knew you'd come back, Dean. You said you'd come back," the man babbled excitedly.
As a look of recognition came over his face, Dean smiled. "Hey, Kevin," Dean's voice became soft like he was talking to a child. "How are you, man? It's good to see you."
"I knew that was you, Dean. I recognized you right away."
"Yeah, I'd know you anywhere, too, Kevin." He put his hand gently on Kevin's shoulder. Suddenly remembering Buffy, Dean introduced them. "Kevin, this is my friend, Buffy. Buffy, I'd like you to meet my good friend, Kevin."
Buffy smiled and held out her hand. "Nice to meet you, Kevin."
Kevin ignored her hand. "Are you Dean's girlfriend?"
Buffy was shocked by his bluntness, but Dean chuckled. "No, Kevin. Buffy is not my girlfriend. You know she's too pretty to be my girlfriend."
"Where's Sammy?" Kevin asked quickly.
"Sam's here. He's -"
"Yeah, you only like ugly, stupid girls like Kelly."
Dean laughed again. "That's right, like Kelly. How is you sister?" Dean looked around. "Who are you here with, Kevin? You're not here by yourself, are you?"
Sam joined them before Kevin could answer Dean. "Who are you?" Kevin demanded of Sam, causing Sam to stammer for a moment.
"Kevin, that's Sam. You remember Sammy."
As recognition crossed Sam's face and he said gently, "Hey, Kevin," but the other man backed away.
"You're not Sam," Kevin replied. Sam quickly looked from Dean to the other man. "Sam's not so big."
Both Sam and Dean blew out a breath and relaxed. "Sam grew up, buddy," Dean explained, "just like you."
Kevin leaned closer to Sam and squinted as he studied him. "If Dean says you're Sam, you're Sam," he concluded after his examination.
A girl rushed up to them and grabbed Kevin's arm. "Kevin, don't run off like that." With barely a glance at the group, she mumbled an apology and attempted to pull Kevin away.
"No, Kelly," Kevin whined holding still. "Look, it's Dean and Sam."
The girl stopped tugging on Kevin's arm and finally looked at the people with him. "Oh my god," she gasped and her mouth fell open. She looked from Dean to Sam and back then squealed, "Oh my god!" a little louder.
"Kelly?" the brothers asked in unison.
"Dean?" Kelly squealed again before wrapping Dean in a bear hug. Then she turned to Sam. "Sam?" She grinned and hugged him, too. "It's so good to see you, guys." Kelly said releasing Sam from his hug. She put her arm around her brother. "What are you guys doing here?" Before they could answer, she held up her hand to stop them. "Never mind, don't tell me." Her eyes cut to Buffy. "It's probably best I don't know."
Dean cocked his head to the side and looked Kelly up and down. "Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, K-E-L-L-Y. Mmm, look at you all grown up."
Kelly blushed, but slapped Dean's arm. "Stop it, Dean."
"What?" he teased gently. "Seriously, how you can be old enough to be in a bar. You're twelve!"
"No. I'm twenty-one." she grinned happily.
Dean leaned into Buffy and quietly added, "God, I'm old."
"You so are!" Buffy laughed and nodded to his surprise.
Feigning hurt Dean replied, "Thanks, some friend you are. You're supposed to make me feel better."
"Come on, Dean. I'll buy you a shot," Kelly offered with a grin. "That'll make you feel better about me being twenty-one."
Dean shook his head but put his arm around her. "Lead on, babe. I love a girl that buys me alcohol."
Buffy, Sam and Kevin followed them to the bar where Kelly proceeded to buy them a round of aptly named cherry bombs before she ran off to have her friends join them. Buffy turned to Sam and asked how they met Kevin and Kelly. Sam looked to Dean before he answered. Once he was sure that Dean wasn't listening, Sam leaned close to Buffy. "We used to take the same route home from school. There were some kids bullying Kevin and Dean put a stop to it." Buffy watched Dean's softened expression as he listened to Kevin tell him about his job and barely recognized the guy she had traveled with for the last month.
As the night wore on, the bar became over crowded with throngs of drunk twenty-somethings. Kelly and her friends plied Sam with drinks and he gladly took turns dancing with them, much to Dean's amusement. Though Kelly kept trying, it seemed no amount of alcohol would get the elder Winchester on the dance floor. When the opening notes of Van Morrison's Brown Eyed Girl began to play, Buffy took Dean's hand. "Come on, I love this song. Dance with me," she pleaded, pouting and making puppy eyes.
Dean made a show of rolling his eyes and groaning. "You don't even have brown eyes."
"So?" Buffy teased with a eye roll of her own. Then she turned on a smile and rested her hands on his shoulders. Dean put his hands on her hips and pretended to hate every moment of the song, but Buffy's smile and swaying hips were wearing down his defenses. The moment the song changed, Dean lifted his hands from Buffy's teasing hips and began to leave the dance floor. Buffy grabbed for his hand. "Hey, where are you going?"
"You got your dance. I don't do this shit," Dean pointed to the speakers as he replied.
"Aw, come on, Dean," Buffy pleaded, stomping her foot a little.
Dean chuckled, "No way, Buff. I'll bust out more moves for you tomorrow night."
She hadn't released his hand yet, so she used it to pull herself against him. "Promise?" She batted her eyelashes at him.
He smirked down at her, fighting a smile. "Promise. Now, let me go. Please." Buffy let go of his hand and spun away.
Watching Buffy laugh, relax and dance to the next few songs made Dean grateful he was going to have her all to himself the following night. Then he thought, why wait until tomorrow night.
Laughing and stumbling a bit, Buffy rode the surge of the crowd towards the bar, but found herself shoved into Dean's chest. His hands went to her arms to steady her just as her hands went to his chest for the same reason. "Sorry," she giggled.
"You can run me down anytime, babe," Dean spoke into her ear, his voice barely discernible over the loud music. Buffy tilted her head up to smile at him, but the expression in his eyes made her breath catch and heart flutter. As Dean wet his lips, Buffy's attention focused on his lips and she lost the ability to speak. Leaning in to speak in her ear, Dean said, "I was gonna step out and get some air." His voice and his breath in her ear made her head spin.
Blinking a few times to help herself regain the ability to think, Buffy looked around the crowded bar. "You might not be able to get back in," she said hoping to change his mind.
"No big loss," Dean replied keeping his hands on her arms and leaning back to meet her eyes.
Thinking the alcohol must be making her feel things that couldn't possibly be there, Buffy pushed off his chest. "Oh," she mumbled.
He dragged his hands down her arms as he released them. "You wanna - ?" he tilted his head toward the door.
At the same moment Buffy said, "I'm gonna get some water."
"Right," Dean muttered and stepped aside to let her by. He took a second to debate following her as he watched her walk to the bar. When Buffy didn't look back, Dean left.
In the cool air of the parking lot, Dean looked at the night sky, stuffed his hands in pockets and heaved a breath. Forty-eight hours. He needed to make it forty-eight hours without making a idiot of himself. Then, he and Sam could drop Buffy off in Cleveland and he'd never have to see her again.
Buffy held the glass of water to her forehead, letting it cool her. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Forty-eight hours. She needed to make it forty-eight hours without throwing herself at Dean Winchester and making a complete fool of herself. Then, she could go home and never have to see him again.