High School Sweethearts and Second Chances spn/btvs ch2
Title: High School Sweethearts and Second Chances (Supernatural/Buffy)
Author: Noturbaby
Rating: pg13-R
Warnings: None (eventual het sex between teens)
Pairings: Dean & Buffy 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.
Words: 5000
Completed story 34 chapters in all. Posting 1 - 2 chapter(s) a day.
Chapter 2
“Sammy, remember don’t open the door for anyone. And clean all this up before Dad gets back,” Dean pointed around the room. If he hurried, he’d be able to get to the Bronze before his dad got back. Then it’d be too late to make him stay in.
“Yeah, Dean, I know the drill. How ‘bout you remember to call me just Sam,” Sam grumbled in response.
“Okay ‘just Sam’, I’ll do my best. Dad is probably gonna be pissed so what are you gonna say?”
“Funny, Dean. I’ll just tell him you’re with Oz and working on the van. That’s not a total lie.” Sam was not looking forward to facing his dad alone and covering for Dean, but he knew Dean had covered for him plenty of times.
However, they didn’t need to worry about a cover story. The Impala’s engine drew their attention to the front window in time to see the headlights drag across the house. Dean’s shoulders slumped in defeat. There was no way he was going out that night.
John walked in the back door and instantly suspected his boys were up to something. “What’s going on boys?”
Sam and Dean exchanged looks and answered in unison, “Nothing.”
John raised an eyebrow, “Right.” He set down a duffle bag and collapsed in a chair. “Wanna try again?”
Dean sighed, “I was just about to leave to go see Oz’s band at some club kids around here go to.” He figured he had nothing to lose, he may as well tell the truth.
“Oh you were? And you were hoping to get out before I got home so I wouldn’t stop you.” John was exhausted and didn’t want to fight.
“Something like that,” Dean mumbled his reply as he leaned against the wall.
“Dean, this is a very dangerous town. You saw those books. You’ve read the news clippings,” John read the disappointment in Dean’s face.
“But Dad,” Sam broke in. “Nothing has happened here in weeks.” Dean looked at his brother in shock. Usually, Sam was smart enough not to pick a fight with their dad when he was tired.
Much to his boys surprise, John didn’t bark out a sharp retort. He just sighed and looked at Dean. “You know that doesn’t mean it’s not dangerous. This is a hellmouth and being quiet usually just precedes the storm.”
“Yes, sir,” was Dean’s only reply as he turned to go to the room he shared with Sam.
“What were you planning to carry for protection?” His father’s question rooted him to his spot Sam chuckled at the double entendre. “You can’t carry a gun into a club.”
Dean spun around smiling, “I can carry my knife and…”
“Take some Holy water, too. You can put it in a small vial or something,” John offered with a small smile at his son’s obvious joy.
“Thanks, Dad,” Dean’s smile was infectious and Sam followed him into the kitchen.
“Don’t forget your ring is silver. Could come in handy,” Sam felt like he needed to offer some advice, too. “Hey, how ‘bout putting some salt in your pockets?” Sam reached into the bag of rock salt leaning against the back wall.
“Are you serious?” Dean wondered where the kid came up with this stuff.
“It couldn’t hurt.”
Dean, not wanting to slight Sam, sighed, “All right, pocket full of salt.””
The Bronze was really getting crowded when Buffy returned to her seat next to Willow. She was happy and it showed. She was dwelling in Willow’s joy of being Oz’s girlfriend and she was really feeling the joy of having a night off from patrol. Xander soon joined them bringing drinks for all of them. He even did a little dance for them. “Buffy, I can’t believe it has been so quiet lately.”
Willow gasped, “Xander! Don’t jinx it!”
“Don’t sweat it. A quiet Sunnydale makes for a happy Slayer,” Buffy said while looking around.
As if sensing “what” Buffy was looking for, Willow leaned towards her friend, “Oz did invite Dean. He should be here.” She looked around for a second before looking back at the stage and Oz.
Buffy snapped her head back to Willow and nearly spit her drink out. “Dean’s here?”
“Oh, yeah,” Xander said nonchalantly. “I saw him playing pool a minute ago, why?”
“No reason,” Buffy tucked her hair behind her ear and looked toward the pool table. She could barely make him out through the crowd, but she saw his cocky smile while he took some bills off a guy and put them in his pocket.
Before she could go over to him, Xander stopped her with a question. “Buffy, is that Angel over there?”
Buffy spun in her chair to look in the direction Xander pointed. She hadn’t seen Angel in weeks. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to see him now. But, then they made eye contact and she couldn’t look away.
He slowly made his way over to her, “Can we talk?”
“Angel,” Buffy’s voice was not as calm as she’d like. Then she cleared her throat, “You remember Xander and Willow.” She looked away then, breaking his hold on her.
“Yes, I do,” he said without looking at either of them although both said ‘hi’. “Can we talk?”
“Sure,” Buffy said trying to sound pleasant. “I’d love to talk. Go ahead talk. Talk about where you’ve been for the last four weeks or so.”
“Can we talk alone?” Buffy huffed and rose from her seat. Angel took her hand and led her to the stairs where the band’s music wasn’t so loud.
It was at this moment that Dean Winchester decided to look for Buffy only to find her in a what appeared to be a very private conversation with what Dean hoped was not a boyfriend. He muttered a curse, and decided he should probably flirt with a different girl tonight.
“Okay, we’re alone make with the talk. Start with where you were for the past month,” Buffy put her hands on her hips.
Angel sighed, looked around and sighed again. “Buffy, I thought we should take a break to think …”
“Next time you think you need to think you should tell someone. I was worried. Don’t just disappear like that,” but Buffy wasn’t sure what she was feeling. She was angry that he hadn’t been around but she was happy to see him again.
“It’s been quiet, right? I mean, there haven’t been many vampires around.”
“Wait, I thought we are talking about us. We’re talking about work? I don’t want to talk about work,” Buffy pouted.
Angel swallowed a sigh. “Buffy, I think it’s been quiet because something big is coming this way…”
“Really, color me surprised. There’s always something big. What I want to know is, what did you think about when you thought about us?” Buffy could feel the color rising in her cheeks but she couldn’t help it.
Angel looked into her eyes and lied, “I don’t think its safe for there be an ‘us’.”
Buffy felt like she had the rug pulled out from under her. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying and nodded, “fine.” and walked away.
Dean went to the bar to order a soda and find a girl, instead he found Xander. “Hey, Dean, too cool to say hi to your friends?” Xander asked with a small touch of irritation.
“What?! No, I just figured Willow’s too into Oz to notice anything and you’re with Buffy. Or is Buffy with that guy?” Dean nodded his head in Angel’s direction.
“That guy,” Xander said with malice, “is a pain in the ass. One minute he’s an okay guy and the next he’s a regular…”
“Douche bag,” Dean finished.
“Yeah,” Xander smiled. “A douche bag. You know the type.”
“So what’s Buffy doing with him?”
“I’d like to think she’s kicking his ass but that’s probably just wishful thinking.” They watched Buffy return to the table by Willow. “Come on, come sit with me and Buffy. I’ll win major points for bringing you back to the table.”
“Whatever, dude, lead on.”
“He’s such a jerk!” Buffy whined.
Willow agreed with a nod of her head, “King of all Jerkdom.”
“I hate him. Him and all guys like him,” Buffy added.
“Me, too. All jerks who hurt Buffy suck,” Willow said with a hand on Buffy’s arm. Then the girls looked at each other realized what Willow had said and together repeated, “Suck!” and broke into giggles.
“Well, I guess it’s not for us to cheer you up,” Xander said as he sat and Dean pulled up a chair.
“Au contraire, make with the making us happy.” Buffy commanded with happiness in her voice.
“I brought Dean,” Xander offered. “Does that help with the happy?”
“It’s a start,” Buffy turned to Dean. “Well?”
“I brought these ridiculous drinks,” Dean said hopefully.
“Hmm…. will do for now,” Buffy grabbed one and smiled before taking a sip. “Oooh tasty.”
Watching her suck that straw made Dean grateful he was sitting. “Glad you like it.” He was aware his voice sounded strained so he looked up to the band. Oz nodded. Dean nodded back. He had to agree they sounded pretty good for a high school band.
Buffy leaned close to Dean. “Wanna dance?” She asked with a smile.
“I don’t dance,” Dean replied. Buffy frowned and began to lean away when Dean leaned close to her ear and in a low voice added, “ But, if they play something slow, I’ll be happy to put my arms around you and sway back and forth.” He hoped it had the same effect on Buffy as it had on that girl in Iowa. He leaned back and smiled and hoped. Buffy loved the feel of his breath in her ear and the way his voice was so low. She slowly leaned back and smiled and hoped.
As if on cue, the next song was slow, well slow for the Dingoes ate my baby. Dean stood and took Buffy by the hand and led her out to the floor. She put her arms around his neck and his went to her waist. Then they started to sway. Buffy giggled. “You’re right you don’t dance.”
Dean feigned insult but smiled. “I told you. I sway.”
“Like Fonzi.”
Dean laughed, “Yeah, like Fonzi.”
“Fonzi won a dance contest you know,” Buffy teased.
Dean laughed again, “Well don’t expect such talent from me. This is all I’ve got.” Buffy moved closer and put her head against his chest. Dean tightened his arms around her. “Is this Van Halen?” He turned them so he could face Oz with the question on his face. Oz shrugged at him and Dean laughed. Buffy loved the sound and feel of his laugh. Just then someone tapped Dean on the shoulder and they stopped swaying and moved apart.
“Mind if I cut in?” Angel asked looking from Dean to Buffy. Dean froze for a beat then looked at Buffy who was looking at Angel. He pressed his lips together and let go of her. He hated being played. He turned and walked back to the table not hearing Buffy’s “wait.”
He wanted to punch something so he didn’t stop at the table with Xander and Willow who both gave him apologetic looks. He really wanted to punch something. He let out a deep breath and decided to leave.
“Douche bag,” he muttered when he turned back to the dance floor before leaving. But Buffy wasn’t there.
Angel was standing alone staring in the direction of the back exit. Dean’s eyes followed just in time to see Buffy rush out the door.
Buffy wanted to hit something. No she thought, someone. “Who does he think he is? Asshole.” Buffy kicked at some trash in the alley and lamented that Sunnydale was quiet when she really needed to do some slayage. To her delight, at that moment two vampires came out of the shadows. Buffy could hardly contain herself. “Bring it, you have no idea the hurt you’re in for.”
The vampires just smiled, “You’ve got it wrong little girl. You’re the one who’s clueless.” Three more vampires then came from behind Buffy.
Buffy didn’t waste time with witty come backs. She was too pissed. She went for the one straight in front of her and started punching. As he went down, she kicked the one next to him. Then the other two moved in and one grabbed her arms. Buffy elbowed him in the gut and broke free.
Dean finally worked his way through the crowd to the door Buffy used. He was surprised it led to an alley, but he heard what sounded like fighting further down the alley. He picked up a piece of wood from a broken pallet he saw and headed to the noise. He saw five guys attacking Buffy, who seemed to be holding her own pretty good. But no matter how many self defense classes she took, he figured she was no competition for five guys. Dean ran to them and swung the board like a bat into the head of the closest guy. Then drove it into the same guy’s stomach as he fell. Then Dean used the board on the next guy the same way. As Dean’s back was turned, Buffy staked one and it turned to dust. “Dean!” she called in warning as one grabbed him from behind. Dean was able to reach his knife and stabbed the vamp’s arm. The vampire howled in pain and let go of Dean. The vampires Dean had knocked down earlier were now back up and ready to fight. Buffy was scared. She really didn’t want Dean to see this side of her life, but she had to get rid of these vampires.
Fortunately for her, Dean was really in the need for a fight so he barely saw what she did. Buffy staked another vamp while Dean punched one repeatedly in the face. “Damn, but you’re ugly. Is your mom also your uncle?“ Dean quipped. Dean turned to see Buffy fighting with one of the guys and he grabbed his vial of holy water and dumped it on the guy he was fighting sending him howling. Dean wasn’t sure what these “guys” were but with the way holy water effected it he knew they were “evil”. The one he had stabbed was back for more and knocked Dean down. He was about to straddle him when Dean reached into his pocket for Sammy’s salt and rubbed it into the guy’s face. The vamp howled in pain and crawled off. Buffy was still fighting when Dean came up behind them and stabbed the vamp in the lower back. As the vamp fell to his knees, Dean grabbed Buffy’s hand, “Come on!” he yelled and they raced out of the alley.
They didn’t stop running for blocks. Dean was thrilled that she could practically keep up with him Buffy was thrilled she didn’t have to hold back that much. They turned a corner and Dean stopped to catch his breath.
As he and Buffy leaned against the wall and panted he asked, “Are you okay?” He turned to look at her. Other than her hair being out of place and her lip a little bloody she looked fine. He reached out to wipe the blood from her lip. “You know those guys?”
“I’m okay I guess. And no, I never saw those guys before,” she was a little shocked. Dean hadn’t said anything about what those guys were. She surely wasn’t going to be bringing it up. Not when he was looking at her like that and touching her face. Their heads spun at a noise from the alley they had just exited.
“We better keep moving,” Dean barely whispered. His eyes were still on hers.
“Yeah,” Buffy whispered as she moved closer to him.
“I think the bitch went this way,” said a deep voice from around the corner. Dean grabbed Buffy’s hand and they started running again. Buffy didn’t want to run but she didn’t want to expose Dean to the vampire that must have been following. Dean knew he had stabbed that guy pretty deeply into the kidney, there was no way he should have been following them, let alone alive. That meant only one thing -- the one part of his life he had to keep from Buffy -- a demon.
Dean’s side started to hurt from where the demon had punched him on top of running for so long. He let go of Buffy’s hand and came to a stop. “Dean,” Buffy panted. “are you okay?”
“Yeah, just need to catch my breath,” Dean pinched his eyes shut and bent over. He held his side for a second. Buffy put her hands on her knees and took some deep breaths. She was concerned for him but she was more concerned about the vampires following them.
“I’m just going to take a peak around the corner to see if they’re still following,” she whispered.
“No, Buffy,” Dean whispered back but she was already moving.
She was silent as she crept around the corner. She surprised the vampires. One’s face was horribly scarred and bloody. Buffy staked the one before either knew she was there. Then she heard Dean creeping up behind her. She turned around to make like she was running off before he got there. Instead she crashed into him and they fell to the ground. Dean rolled them over so he was on top when the vampire made it’s move. It smacked Dean across his head then grabbed him by the shoulder and threw him into a wall. Dean took the salt and crushed it into the vamp’s eyes and then backed it into a brick wall. It took a look at Buffy who had a stake in her hand and ran off. Dean rushed over and held his hand out to help Buffy up.
“We’ve got to get out of here, Buffy,” Dean whispered as he started to lead her away without noticing the pointy piece of wood she was hiding behind her.
They made it to within three blocks of her house when the rain started. It wasn’t that hard at first but it soon turned into a downpour. Buffy grabbed Dean’s hand and ran towards her house. Once inside, they both slumped against the door panting. “Buffy, thank god you’re home it’s really coming down out there,” Joyce said as she came into the living room. “Oh, hello,” she added upon seeing Dean. She frowned a questioning look at Buffy.
Buffy stepped up and panted, “ Mom, this is Dean from school . He …”
“Oh my gosh, you’re bleeding,” Buffy put her hand to her mouth but saw that her mom was looking at Dean. “Buffy, what happened?”
“I’m fine,” Dean said quietly.
“These guys jumped me down the street from the Bronze and well Dean saved me,” Buffy turned to look at Dean as she said the last part.
“What? Are you ok?” Joyce looked at her daughter and then back at Dean. Dean was looking at Buffy in disbelief and praying that her mom was not going to call the cops.
“I’m fine, Mom, it’s just we ran and then it rained.” But Joyce was looking at Dean.
“Buffy, get the first aid kit.”
“No, really, I’m fine,” Dean said and turned to Buffy. “Okay, you’re home safe so I’ll be going. It was nice to meet you, Mrs. Summers.” and he turned to go.
“You’re not going anywhere. Do you hear that storm? Buffy, the first aid kit, please.”
“Ma’am, really, I’m fine and I’ve got to be getting home. My dad is expecting me….”
“No, you are staying right here,” Joyce said with authority in her voice. “What kind of parent would I be if I let the boy who saves my daughter drown on his way home? Now are you coming in or what?”
Dean looked down at the rug he was standing on and then back to her and said, “My Dad and brother….”
Joyce smiled, “What’s his number?”
“What?”
Joyce, “His number. I’ll call him. You’re right. I was worried about Buffy being out in this storm. I’m sure your Dad is worried, too. So I’ll call him and tell him where you are and that you’re staying until the storm is over.”
Dean rattled off the number, Joyce dialed and Buffy hurried from the room repeating the number to herself. Once out of the room Buffy scratched it down on a slip of paper and tucked in her pocket. Then she got the first aid kit from the bathroom.
“Hello, this is Joyce Summers. Your son, Dean, goes to school with my daughter (John braced himself for the angry rant he was sure to follow). He saved my daughter’s life tonight and I think he should stay here until the storm’s over.”
John paused before saying anything. That was not what he was expecting. “Is your daughter okay? What happened?”
“Oh, yes, thank god, well thank Dean, I guess. She was mugged by a group of thugs and Dean saved her. But after making sure she got home safely he wanted to leave. But I insist he waits out this storm.”
“Of course. Thanks for calling and looking out for Dean. Could I talk to him?”
“Of course. Here he is.” Joyce held out the phone to Dean who was still standing on the rug in front of the door. Joyce looked at him and understood, “Dean, please don’t worry about getting the floor wet. Your father wants to talk to you.”
Dean wiped his feet a few more times before he went to take the phone from her. “ Hi, Dad.”
“You all right?” John asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“The girl okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Did you test them?“
“No, sir.”
“Do it.”
Dean looked at Joyce and said, “Christo.” Joyce however wasn’t really paying attention (and not being a demon she didn’t flinch.) She and Buffy were exchanging impressed looks with each ‘sir’ he uttered. “Nothing happened.”
“Were these ‘thugs’ our kind of thugs?”
“Yes, sir. I think so.
“Damn it. Okay, where do they live?”
“Um, Mrs. Summers, what’s your address?
“1630 Revello Drive.” She said it loud enough for John to hear.
“Dean, that’s clear across town!” John sighed.
“Yes, sir. I know”
“All right. Stay. But you be all the more ready for training in the morning.”
“Yes, sir. Is Sammy still up? Can I talk to him?
“Well, I wouldn’t say he’s up, but yeah, he’s right here.” John handed the phone to Sam.
Groggily Sam croaked, “Hey, Dean, where are you? Are you all right?”
“Yeah, buddy, I’m fine. I’m staying at a friends tonight ‘cuz of the storm. So I’ll see you in the morning. ‘kay?” Dean’s voice was soft. Buffy and Joyce exchanged “aww” looks.
“’Kay, Dean, ‘night,” Sam gave the phone back to John.
“Dean, be careful, okay. Get some sleep. Let me talk to Mrs. Summers, again.”
“My Dad wants to talk to you,” Dean handed the phone to Mrs. Summers.
“Mrs. Summers, I will be by in the morning for Dean. Thanks again for taking care of him, I hope he won‘t be too much of a bother.” John was uncomfortable saying that but knew it should be said.
“It’s the least I can do, thank you for raising a great kid. Good night.” When she hung up the lightening flashed and the thunder sounded really close. “Come on, Dean, into the kitchen. Let’s bandage you up before we lose the lights.”
Dean sat in a kitchen chair while Buffy dabbed antibiotic on the cut on his forehead. Joyce wrapped ice in a cloth. “Hmm, I guess its not as bad as it first looked, but put this ice on it anyway and I’ll get some aspirin.”
Dean was torn between letting Buffy nurse him back to health and being macho and pretending nothing hurt. “I told you it wasn’t bad.”
Buffy applied the bandage, “You’re right, but I still don’t want anything to mess up that pretty face.” She handed him the ice.
Dean laughed and put the ice on his lump. “Speaking of pretty… those were some pretty nice moves you had back there. Where’d you take your self defense class?”
Buffy was relieved. He thought it was just self defense. She didn’t have to come up with any kind of story. “It’s tai kwon do. I started in L.A. but I work with a trainer here, too.”
Dean looked at her completely impressed, “Cool.”
Joyce returned with the aspirin. “Here, hun,” and handed the bottle to Dean. “Would you guys like something to eat?” She opened her fridge and then her freezer. “I could make a pizza,” she yawned.
“Mom, you’re exhausted. Why don’t you go to bed?” Then the lights flashed as the storm roared over head.
“Right, like I could sleep through this. So -- pizza?” Joyce looked from Buffy to Dean and by their smiles grabbed the pizza. “Buffy, you should change out of those wet things. And get something for Dean to wear.”
“Mom, Dean’s like tall and a boy. What would we have for him to wear?”
Joyce turned and looked at Dean, “You’re right, I’m sorry Dean. I might have a sweatshirt or..” She replied as Buffy left the room.
“I’m fine Mrs. Summers, really, you don’t..” Dean started.
Joyce yelled to Buffy. “I have a sweatshirt in my closet for him!”
“’kay, mom!” Buffy yelled in return. Dean just rolled his eyes.
“So, are you in any of Buffy’s classes?” Joyce knew this time alone would be the only time to question him.
Dean sat up straight. “Yes, ma’am, we have American Lit. together. I’m a senior, though, so it’s the only one.”
Joyce smiled. That explained the sudden interest in Huck Finn. “What does your father do?”
Dean hated this question and wished Buffy would hurry up. “He’s a mechanic.” Dean was saved by the lights flickering and the stove sounding it was ready for the pizza.
Joyce noticed Dean’s apprehension about the lights and smiled. “I should get some candles ready in case we lose power. It seems like every storm knocks out the power for a while.”
Dean stood, “I could help, Mrs. Summers. Just point me in the right direction.”
“Okay, go in the dining room. Left bottom shelf of the hutch. There should be a bunch of them. Matches are in the middle drawer.”
Buffy came down as he was in the dining room. She handed him a grey sweatshirt. “Thanks,” he smiled thinking she looked adorable in her pink pajamas and her hair in a ponytail. He looked the sweatshirt over and was relieved to find it plain.
“What? Did you think there would be little pink bunnies or something?” she teased.
He smiled, “Yeah something like that.” Trying not to wince, he took off his wet shirt, and then didn’t know what to do with it.
Buffy was lost admiring him for a moment then mentally shook herself, “Oh I’ll take that.” Then she also saw the bruise that was forming on his side. “Ooh, that’s bad.” She touched it, but had to pull her hand away when he pulled the sweatshirt on.
“I’m fine,” he reassured. “It’s nothing. Trust me it looks worse than it is.” However, he was thinking he liked her hands on him. They stood there for a moment before he picked up the candles again and asked,
“Where would you like these?”
Buffy stammered, “Uh, some in every room I guess.” As if on cue the lights flickered and the thunder sounded louder than ever causing Buffy to jump. “Maybe I’ll get some flashlights, too.”
Joyce realized her exhaustion as they ate the pizza. Dean seemed reluctant to take some but did after she and Buffy dove in. “Dean, what’s Kansas like?” Buffy asked.
“I don’t know. Flat. Lots of fields. Why?”
“I thought you said you were from there.”
Dean cleared his throat, “Yeah, but we move around a lot for my dad’s job.”
“As a mechanic?” Joyce questioned.
“Yeah, well, it’s not easy finding steady work in that field and my dad wants us to see the country. So we move a lot.” Dean hoped that answer sounded legit enough.
Joyce stood to clear her plate, something seemed off about that answer but she was too tired to think of it.
“Well, kids, I’m going to bed. Dean, I put blankets and sheets on the couch. It’s much more comfortable than it looks.” She went over to him and hugged him. “Thank you for taking care of Buffy.”
Dean was shocked and didn’t know what to do or say in response. When she let go he said, “Yeah, um, no problem.”
Joyce smiled at him and then at Buffy, “Fifteen minutes, Buffy, and then off to bed for you, too.”
“Yes, mom.”
A/n: Yeah, I’m messing with the time frame of the actual season 2 of Buffy, but I’m just having fun. I’m trying to put this in the fall of her junior year. Just pretend all that stuff doesn’t happen until the Winchesters leave town. Afterall, they always leave.
Chapter 3