Sam nodded as he settled beside her. "He and Bobby just stepped outside to talk." He frowned a bit. "Kinda felt like when parents step out of the room so the kids don't hear what they're talking about, actually."
He listened as Buffy tried to form her thoughts into coherent sentences, and he unfortunately remembered what that felt like. He'd felt that way when Jess had died, and it had taken a long time to recover from that. He slipped his hand into hers, being careful of her bruised knuckles as he gave her smaller hand a reassuring squeeze.
I should probably call her parents or something.He shook his head a bit. "Giles said he was going to take care of it tonight." between him and Giles, they were gonna find any way to keep Buffy from having to be the one to delivr bad news tonight
( ... )
"I played Little League," he admitted. Sam remembered it as one of the few normal things he got to do as a kid. He never got to trick or treat or play over other kids' houses, but he at least got to do that. Even as kids, Sam was the one who craved normal while Dean could have cared less about those things. "I was pretty good, actually. Never got a chance to go to any championship games; we always moved."
He nodded a bit as he added, "We'll never move from place to place. We'll have the same old house for years, where we'll mark how tall each of the kids are getting in the kitchen doorway every year."
I played Little League. I was pretty good, actually. Never got a chance to go to any championship games; we always moved.
"You never told me that," she pointed out, watching him.
From the moment Buffy had met him she'd wondered what was worse; having a normal life and then being thrust into this one? Or never having a normal life at all.
She'd always thought it was the latter.
"You'd coach him and get him to all the championship games," she nodded, "And while you guys were at practice? I'd take Mini-Dawn-and-You to practise at the rink."
It amazed her how much she actually wanted that - even just talking about it like they were. Her calling, her lot in life, was rooted in darkness. She who hangs out a lot in cemeteries was pretty much always destined to trawl the night looking for the evil in this world but this, what she and Sam were talking about?
Was something that was firmly rooted in light. And happy. And things that did not require stabbing with a stake.
We'll have the same old house for years, where we'll mark
( ... )
Sam grinned over at her as she seemed shocked to learn he used to play Little League as a kid. "Well, until a day ago, I never knew you used to want to be an iceskater," he chuckled.
And every year? We'll have the guys around for Christmas and stuff.
He hadn't been old ebough to remember his first Christmas as a family. Hell, his mom was dead before he could even celebrate his first with her, but it'd always been something he wanted.
A normal Christmas with friends and family gathered, eating food, exchanging gifts.
Not a Christmas spent with Dad on a hunt and he and Dean alone in a hotel room as they exchanged Christmas gifts bought at the local convenience store.
"Dean would teach the kids the "Jingle Bells, Batman Smells" version of the carol," Sam laughed a bit, knowing his brother would do just that. He'd be that fun uncle the kids always wanted to hang out with. "We'd have to keep Anya from talking about sex at the dinner table."
Buffy smiled a little. The last time she'd been ice-skating had been her kinda-date with Angel, where she'd wound up decaptitating an assassin vampire with her ice skate. Her life, from the point of being called as Slayer, had resisted all things normal.
"You think I tell people about that willingly? I had the figurines, the outfits," she made a kind of jokey face-palming gesture and murmured about the Haircut of Dorothy-Hammill-doom. "Our daughter'll take skating tips from someone with totally better hair," Buffy vowed, nodding.
The last time she'd been ice-skating had been her kinda-date with Angel, where she'd wound up decaptitating an assassin vampire with her ice skate. Her life, from the point of being called as Slayer, had resisted all things normal.
Dean would teach the kids the "Jingle Bells, Batman Smells" version of the carol, said Sam and Buffy laughed too, able to picture Dean doing just that and every other inappropriate thing she could honestly think of
( ... )
Sam grinned as she described the outfits she had to wear. "Oh, I must see pictures of this now. This is my life's goal," he laughed as she nudged him a bit in response.
Buffy never really talked about her childhood a lot when they were getting to know each other; neither of them did, really. So it was kinda nice to see she at least had some bit of normalcy before it was pulled away. He wasn't sure whether he envied her for having the chance at normalcy or pitied her for losing it when she had it.
And he knew, she probably felt the same about his situation. Which sadly enough was another reason they seemed destined for each other.
You mean we'd leave them on their own with him?Sam laughed at the face Buffy made, and even he hated to admit that his brother really had a knack with kids. Probably cause he had the maturity of one at times. "Dean would unfortunately be that cool, fun uncle the kids would want to spend time with despite our protests
( ... )
"Fortunately? Those pictures are under a whole lot of rubble right now," Buffy pointed out, laughing. And the only one's she was actually glad she was missing since Dawn would've busted them out without much convincing from Sam.
It was a sibling thing, she guessed. Especially for Dawn and, in fact, Dean. The need to ridicule was strong in those two. Very strong.
Dean would unfortunately be that cool, fun uncle the kids would want to spend time with despite our protests.
Buffy nodded. Dean would totally teach them everything that she and Sam would frown upon - and what, exactly, was cooler than that? It made her wonder if he and Anya would ever have kids. Or he and some other girl, since the guy had committment issues a mile wide.
I'd want to name the boy Jonathon, said Sam and Buffy didn't miss the underlying sadness in his voice. His relationship with his father had been strained at the best of times, especially as he'd got older - they were too damn alike - but he'd loved him
( ... )
Sam nodded as he settled beside her. "He and Bobby just stepped outside to talk." He frowned a bit. "Kinda felt like when parents step out of the room so the kids don't hear what they're talking about, actually."
He listened as Buffy tried to form her thoughts into coherent sentences, and he unfortunately remembered what that felt like. He'd felt that way when Jess had died, and it had taken a long time to recover from that. He slipped his hand into hers, being careful of her bruised knuckles as he gave her smaller hand a reassuring squeeze.
I should probably call her parents or something.He shook his head a bit. "Giles said he was going to take care of it tonight." between him and Giles, they were gonna find any way to keep Buffy from having to be the one to delivr bad news tonight ( ... )
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He nodded a bit as he added, "We'll never move from place to place. We'll have the same old house for years, where we'll mark how tall each of the kids are getting in the kitchen doorway every year."
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"You never told me that," she pointed out, watching him.
From the moment Buffy had met him she'd wondered what was worse; having a normal life and then being thrust into this one? Or never having a normal life at all.
She'd always thought it was the latter.
"You'd coach him and get him to all the championship games," she nodded, "And while you guys were at practice? I'd take Mini-Dawn-and-You to practise at the rink."
It amazed her how much she actually wanted that - even just talking about it like they were. Her calling, her lot in life, was rooted in darkness. She who hangs out a lot in cemeteries was pretty much always destined to trawl the night looking for the evil in this world but this, what she and Sam were talking about?
Was something that was firmly rooted in light. And happy. And things that did not require stabbing with a stake.
We'll have the same old house for years, where we'll mark ( ... )
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And every year? We'll have the guys around for Christmas and stuff.
He hadn't been old ebough to remember his first Christmas as a family. Hell, his mom was dead before he could even celebrate his first with her, but it'd always been something he wanted.
A normal Christmas with friends and family gathered, eating food, exchanging gifts.
Not a Christmas spent with Dad on a hunt and he and Dean alone in a hotel room as they exchanged Christmas gifts bought at the local convenience store.
"Dean would teach the kids the "Jingle Bells, Batman Smells" version of the carol," Sam laughed a bit, knowing his brother would do just that. He'd be that fun uncle the kids always wanted to hang out with. "We'd have to keep Anya from talking about sex at the dinner table."
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"You think I tell people about that willingly? I had the figurines, the outfits," she made a kind of jokey face-palming gesture and murmured about the Haircut of Dorothy-Hammill-doom. "Our daughter'll take skating tips from someone with totally better hair," Buffy vowed, nodding.
The last time she'd been ice-skating had been her kinda-date with Angel, where she'd wound up decaptitating an assassin vampire with her ice skate. Her life, from the point of being called as Slayer, had resisted all things normal.
Dean would teach the kids the "Jingle Bells, Batman Smells" version of the carol, said Sam and Buffy laughed too, able to picture Dean doing just that and every other inappropriate thing she could honestly think of ( ... )
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Buffy never really talked about her childhood a lot when they were getting to know each other; neither of them did, really. So it was kinda nice to see she at least had some bit of normalcy before it was pulled away. He wasn't sure whether he envied her for having the chance at normalcy or pitied her for losing it when she had it.
And he knew, she probably felt the same about his situation. Which sadly enough was another reason they seemed destined for each other.
You mean we'd leave them on their own with him?Sam laughed at the face Buffy made, and even he hated to admit that his brother really had a knack with kids. Probably cause he had the maturity of one at times. "Dean would unfortunately be that cool, fun uncle the kids would want to spend time with despite our protests ( ... )
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It was a sibling thing, she guessed. Especially for Dawn and, in fact, Dean. The need to ridicule was strong in those two. Very strong.
Dean would unfortunately be that cool, fun uncle the kids would want to spend time with despite our protests.
Buffy nodded. Dean would totally teach them everything that she and Sam would frown upon - and what, exactly, was cooler than that? It made her wonder if he and Anya would ever have kids. Or he and some other girl, since the guy had committment issues a mile wide.
I'd want to name the boy Jonathon, said Sam and Buffy didn't miss the underlying sadness in his voice. His relationship with his father had been strained at the best of times, especially as he'd got older - they were too damn alike - but he'd loved him ( ... )
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