High School Sweethearts and Second Chances spn/btvs ch 12

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Title: High School Sweethearts and Second Chances (SPN/Btvs)
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.

A tiny bit of dialogue was taken from BtVS episode Phases.
“Good morning, Dean, Oz. How would you two fine guys like to wear one of my stickers to show your support for me as Homecoming Queen?” Cordelia smiled sweetly.
“Sure,” Oz said without enthusiasm.
“Anything for you, Cordelia,” Dean smirked. “I think you’ll make a great queen.”
“Thank you, Dean, that is so sweet,” Cordelia smiled then snapped her fingers at a girl next to her who handed the boys each a sticker with Cordelia’s face on it. “Though there’s not much competition. I mean most of the school already sees me as the most fashion conscious.”
“And most photogenic,” the other girl added.
“Yes, that too,” Cordelia rolled her eyes. “Will you be attending the dance?”
“Sorry, sweetheart, I think I’m gonna miss it. You still have my vote, though,” Dean promised.
“Hm, still with Buffy, huh? You know she is of the fashionably challenged some days,” Cordelia’s saccharin was beginning to wear on Dean. “If you change your mind, I think one of the Ashleys may need a date.” She leaned in closer to Dean and in a near whisper said, “Most girls would want to be seen with you, Dean. You should think about it.” She turned abruptly to the boy following them and snapped her fingers at him, too. “Sven, come.”
Oz raised his brows but didn’t say anything while Cordelia and her troop moved on to the next victims. Dean just shook his head. Devon sat down next to Oz, “Oz, man! What do you think?”
Oz looked at him curiously, “Of what?”
“Cordelia, man! You gotta admit, the girl is hot!” Devon watched Cordelia approach another group of students.
“Yeah, she's a hot girl,” Oz nodded, ignoring Dean’s surprised look.
Devon noticed Oz’s lack of enthusiasm. “Let me guess: not your type? What does a girl have to do to impress you?”
Oz chuckled and shook his head, “You're just impressed by any pretty girl that can walk and talk. Besides, I have Willow. Or did you forget?”
“Do you know how many girls you could have? You're lead guitar, Oz. It's currency!” Devon slapped Oz on the shoulder before getting up and walking over to Cordelia. Cordelia allowed Devon to put his arm around her waist as they walked into the school.
“Dude, what’s that all about?” Dean pointed to Devon, Cordelia and then back at Oz.
Oz shrugged. “I think they’re seeing each other now.”
Dean laughed, “Does she know about your little concert Saturday? Or does she think Devon is taking her to Homecoming?”
Again Oz shrugged. “None of my business, man.” A small smile formed on Oz’s face and he nudged Dean, “My favorite part of the day.”
Dean followed Oz’s gaze to see Willow and Buffy approaching, “Know what you mean.”

“So,” Willow began, “how was training with Dean?”
“Uh, yeah, not so much with the training and a lot with the kissing,” Buffy answered unable to hide her lack of disappointment. “I mean we did run, but when I tackled him,” Buffy shrugged blushing slightly.
“You tackled him?” Willow seemed surprised.
“Yeah, well he ‘let’ me, which was annoying, but I have to admit I loved being in his arms. Is that bad? I mean I’m thinking about it a lot. Like all - the - time.” Buffy looked to Willow hoping for some advice.
“I know what you mean. Oz wanted to wait until I’m ready. Well, I’m ready,” Willow whispered. “We seem to be in a holding pattern but nothing more than holding.”
“Yeah, Dean’s into the holding and you know, but I still want more. That’s bad, isn’t it?”
“Does Dean know how you feel?”
“Dean thinks I’m a ‘nice’ girl. I don’t think he thinks I think about it.”
Willow wrinkled her brow in confusion for a moment, then nodded. When they approached Dean and Oz, they were both feeling frustrated. Buffy looked at Dean in mock disgust, “What’s with Cordelia?”
Dean looked puzzled, “What are you talking about?” Buffy pulled the sticker from Dean’s shirt, and held it up for him to see. “Oh, yeah, she was handing those out for Homecoming Queen votes.”
Buffy quirked her brow, “So you thought you’d wear it to show your support?”
“Hey, just being nice, the poor girl doesn’t have a date,” then he turned to Oz. “Hey, maybe it’s Sven!” Both guys began to laugh, irritating Buffy and Willow.
“Willow! Buffy! just the girls I needed to see,” Xander called out in greeting. “I need a solid. Natalia wants to go the mall and do girly stuff. Take her, please.” Willow and Buffy made faces, but Xander continued, “If it’s not you guys, it’s gonna be my mom. Please don’t do that to Natalia. Think of how it may set back our nation’s diplomacy.”
Willow nodded, “Sure, we’ll take her.”
Buffy nodded, too. “And make with all the girly for you.”
Xander hugged them both, “You guys are the best!” He didn’t notice the looks he was getting from Dean or Oz.

After school, Dean waited for Buffy at her locker. “So, off to do girly stuff with Willow and Natalia, huh?” Dean tried not to sound disappointed.
Buffy grimaced. “Yeah, I don’t even know what Natalia thinks girly stuff is.” She noticed Dean wasn’t looking too happy. “I’m sure we won’t be out too late. I’ll call you when I get home,” she promised and held Dean’s hand as they walked out. “What are you going to do now that you don’t have to make me chase you all over the park?”
Dean smiled, “I’ll probably just hang with Sam or something.” He wasn’t ready to tell her that he was probably going to be helping Sam pack the house. He saw Willow and Natalia waiting at the curb and kissed her quickly on the cheek, “Yeah, uh, call me later.” He began to walk away before Buffy had a chance to say anything, leaving Buffy feeling confused.

Sam was nearly bouncing off the curb when Dean met him after school. “Did you hear anything from Dad?”
Dean shook his head, “Nothing, yet. I’m sure he’ll call soon.”
“Dean, I’ve got to show you something. I had to do this internet search for my computer class today. I found something. I think I found a job here in Sunnydale, this weekend.” Sam’s voice was an urgent whisper.
Dean studied him for a minute. “You’re looking this kinda stuff up at school?” Dean asked in a harsh whisper.
“No, it’s not like that,” Sam looked around. “I finished the assignment, then did this on my own. Look, I’m able to bring the laptop home, so I’ll show you what I found. But, this festival, the Harvest Festival, has some unusual deaths linked to one of the attractions that travels with it.”
Dean huffed, “Kid, have you seen the people that put those things together? Not exactly a brain trust. I’m sure it’s just faulty maintenance or something.”
Sam looked at him incredulously. “Dean, I’m not an idiot. I’m not talking about a ride. It’s like this mini museum of like ‘believe it or not’ shit. Every seven years, a kid disappears and that’s the last place they were seen.”
Dean thought a moment, “And this’ll be the seventh year?” Sam nodded. “Alright, show me what you’ve got when we get home. When Dad checks in, maybe we can tell him about it.”
Dean’s skepticism of Sam faded when he saw the information Sam had researched. Dating back to near the beginning of the century, every seven years when the You Won’t Believe Your Eyes exhibit was at a festival during October, a fourteen year old kid disappeared. Dean could see how a normal police investigation would miss something like that. He was pretty impressed with his little brother. “What made you even look this up?” Dean asked him.
“Like I said, I was done with the assignment, which was researching the history of Sunnydale and this festival,” Sam went to some other bookmarks on the laptop. “When I finished, I noticed how this exhibit was always there and then I saw these disappearances . The thing is, it’s not just in Sunnydale, they happen where ever the exhibit happens to be.”
“So, not hellmouth related.”
“No, see, here’s some in Cleveland and here’s one in Tupelo, Mississippi,” Sam was pleased Dean was actually taking him seriously.
“Well,” Dean sighed, “when Dad calls, we’ll have to tell him about this.” Dean got up and went into the kitchen. “Hey, Sammy, where’s the money Dad left.”
Sam shut down the laptop and followed Dean. “I needed it for the deposit for the laptop,” he answered meekly.
Dean slouched against the counter. “Dude, that was supposed to last all week.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Shit, now what are we supposed to do for food?” Sam shrugged, feeling awful that he had upset Dean. “Not much here. Ya want soup or” Dean started going through the cupboards and the fridge, “well, nothing?” he asked with a slight laugh. Sam didn’t meet his eyes and Dean knew the kid felt bad. “Sam, don’t worry about it, I think I’ve got something saved up.” Dean had been saving for Saturday and the festival, but one can of soup and a box of cereal was not going to cut it for the week.

He went to their room and dug through his box in the closet until he found a small stash of cash. After counting it out, he realized he wasn’t going to have enough for the weekend. He resigned himself to the fact that he was going to have to go out and hustle pool or darts and try to earn more. He hoped his dad wouldn’t find out that he was leaving Sam alone on the hellmouth.

Willow and Buffy did their best to make Natalia happy, but they soon realized that Natalia would have been better suited spending the evening with Xander and not shopping. All she spoke about was how wonderful she found ‘her’ Xander to be. Buffy and Willow occasionally gagged behind her back, but mostly they were getting depressed. After spending enough to clothe a small village, Natalia took them to a café for dinner. “Willow, how long have you been with Oz?” Natalia asked.
“Since the beginning of the school year,” Willow answered with a smile.
“And, you, Buffy? How long have you been with Dean?” Natalia turned to Buffy.
Buffy squirmed in her chair, “Uh, not that long. Why?”
Natalia sighed. “Back home, I had boyfriend. He broke my heart and I thought I’d never love again.” Buffy raised her brows toward Willow, was this girl serious? Natalia smiled wide, “But see, even though I have only known him for three days and I have new love.”
“Love? Isn’t that kinda strong for what you and Xander have?” Willow asked.
Natalia looked at her confused. “No. It is right. I don’t love him forever. I love him for now.” Willow and Buffy exchanged shocked looks. They hoped their friend knew what he was in for.

Dean watched Sam study the menu at the diner. Dean rolled his eyes and told their waitress, “He’ll have the same” and tore the menu out of Sam’s hands. “Sammy, trust me. I’ve got enough to cover this.” Sam looked doubtful. “I’ll go make some more tonight. Just,” Dean sighed, “don’t worry, alright?”
“Dean, what if you get caught?”
“Dude,” Dean shook his head in disbelief. “My ID is one of the best. You’re not doubting my pool skills, now are you?” He hoped his making light of his brother’s worries would help the kid’s mood.
Sam lowered his voice so that only Dean could hear, “What if they figure out that you’re hustling them?”
Dean winked at the waitress who chose that moment to deliver their burgers and fries. “Sam, you’re gonna get an ulcer with the way you worry.”
As they walked home, John called his sons. “Hey, how’s sunny California?”
“Same old same old. How’s Caleb?”
“Doing better, I’ve got a handle on the job, so don’t worry,” John tried to reassure his son.
“Dad, Sam found a job here,” Dean began but stopped when he heard his dad’s annoyed huff. “He can tell you about it when you get back.”
“Sure, kid.”
Dean shrugged at Sam.

An hour later, Dean was in a seedy, smoky bar shooting pool. He had handily won the table and decided not push his luck. He just accepted challenges as long as they were up front with the cash. Some poor slob even tried to hustle him. Dean just laughed as he took the guy easily even during the third game, when he was the one who was supposed to be scammed. Dean realized it would be best to leave this type of place early, the last thing he needed was an angry opponent coming after him. Feeling lucky that he was going to walk out without any confrontation, he finished his beer, and watched a couple of cute girls dance. Then, someone played, Tesla’s ‘Love Song’. One of the cute girls he had been watching approached him. Looking him over with a smile she asked, “Wanna dance?” Dean returned her look with a half grin. Yeah, he did want to dance, just not with her.

Buffy patrolled half heartedly. Her mind was definitely not on the skanky vamp she had just dusted with ease. Sunnydale was pretty quiet without Spike and Drusilla around. Angel seemed to be leaving her alone this week, she noted and appreciated. She didn’t need the drama. She found herself not far from the Winchester’s rented house, wondering if she should stop.

Across the street from her house, Dean realized he didn’t know which window was Buffy’s. He certainly didn’t want to wake Mrs. Summers by mistake. “Shit,” he muttered to himself. What the hell was he doing across town when he should be home with Sam? He studied the house for another minute, before turning to go. Then he saw someone dart across the lawn toward the house. Dean crept across the street, outside the circle of light from the street lamp. He watched Buffy climb the trellis and open a window, before calling “Buffy?” in a harsh whisper.

Buffy craned toward the whisper, “Dean?” She opened the window and turned back toward him. She put her hand to her mouth to shush him. Then she held up one finger before disappearing through the window. When she returned to the window she waved him in. Dean followed her entry method and silently crawled through the window. Buffy was standing by her bedroom door listening for her mom. Confident her mom was still asleep, Buffy quickly crossed her room to stand right before Dean who was leaning on her desk. “My mom’s asleep.” She looked from his eyes to his lips and then found herself lost in a passionate kiss. Breaking apart, Buffy whispered, “Sorry, I didn’t call, yet.” She kept kissing him along his jaw and neck, then she pushed his jacket off his shoulders.

Dean let her remove his jacket, mumbling, “Uh huh,” while she kissed him. His hands went to remove her coat letting it fall quietly to the ground. His hands on her waist, he pulled her closer. He moved one hand to the back of her head and made their mouths meet again. After several minutes, Dean needed to pull back for air. Running both his hands through her hair, Dean leaned back to look at her. “I wanted to see you,” he whispered.

Buffy smiled, “I missed you, too.” She took his hand and led him to sit on her bed. She stood in front of him, between his legs, lost in his eyes for a moment. “What are you doing here?”
Dean grinned, “I was just passing by.” He reached up for her. “Then I saw you. What were you doing?”
Buffy ran her fingers through his hair. “I was, uh, just coming back from Willow’s after the mall with the girls.” Dean cocked a brow at her answer. “Why do you smell like smoke?”
“Must have been the crappy diner Sam and I ate at,” Dean pulled her to him forcing her to sit on his lap. He ran his hands down her back. “You have any idea how beautiful you are?” He kissed her collar bone then moved to her neck, alternating between kissing and sucking as he moved from ear to collar bone.
“Dean, wait, I want to tell you something,” Buffy tried to focus though Dean was making that very difficult.
Dean stopped kissing her and brushed her hair behind her ear. He had a very serious look on his face. “Were you with Angel again?”
“No!” Buffy’s reply was harsh, quick and shocked.
“Are Willow and Oz okay?”
Buffy looked confused, “Yeah, I think so, but --”
“Xander? Natalia?”
“Fine, but --”
Dean began to kiss her again, “Then whatever it is,” he broke before kissing her neck, “it can wait.” Pulling her even more on to his lap, he kept kissing her softly, her mouth, her neck, causing her to sigh wonderfully. Dean didn’t want to go too fast for her so he stopped to lay back on her bed, but Buffy leaned over him and continued to take her turn kissing him. Dean’s pulse raced as she ran her hands over his body. Buffy smiled into his neck, proud that she was driving him wild. She sat up and pull off his t-shirt. Then, Buffy stretched up and pulled her shirt over her head. Buffy had never seen anyone look at her the way Dean was. Dean sat up pulling her tightly against him. His mouth and hands seemed to be in competition to find new ways to make her go crazy. When Dean ran his hands down her body, it was her turn to groan. She ground her hips against him and Dean closed his eyes and gasped, “God, Buffy.” Then he moved them back on the bed so that he could lay next to her.
Dean seemed determined to discover everything that would make Buffy sigh and moan under his touch. His mouth inched slowly down her jaw and neck to her chest. He deftly undid her lacy bra, but before taking it off he looked to Buffy for permission. She lifted it off herself and Dean gently began to kiss her as his hand began to caress her.
Buffy kept up her own assault on his mouth, neck and chest. She felt like she couldn’t stop kissing him or touching him. Her hands were slowly exploring every inch of Dean’s chest and back. Dean’s hand went to her leg and he slowly pushed up the skirt she was wearing. He gently began to touch her through her panties, causing Buffy to nearly forget to breathe. The sensations were nearly too much and she quietly moaned and moved into his touch. When he went to move his fingers under her panties, Buffy’s hand flew to his wrist grabbing it tightly to prevent it from going any farther.
Dean raised his head to look into her eyes, but found they were closed. “Buffy,” he whispered quietly. Getting no response he repeated himself a little louder. Buffy opened her eyes to find Dean staring into her. “Buffy, I would never do anything you didn’t want me to.” He kissed her gently. Leaning back from her, Dean saw her breathing slow and her eyes focus on him again. “Buffy, trust me, I won’t go any further, I promise.”
Buffy let go of Dean’s wrist and rolled into him to hide her embarrassment. She hadn’t realized she was holding his wrist so tightly. Dean tenderly rubbed her back and held her. Buffy soon forgot her embarrassment and took pleasure in being in Dean‘s arms. She kissed his neck and chest, softly running her hands down his body. She lifted her head to meet his mouth, kissing him softly, at first, but soon more passionately again.
With their bodies pressed together, Dean was finding it difficult to prevent his hands from wandering all over her body. As their kiss deepened, he found it difficult to control himself. He broke the kiss, panting slightly.
Dean smoothed his thumb over her cheek and took a couple deep breaths. “Buffy,” Dean’s voice was a low whisper as their eyes met. Feeling a lump in his throat, all Dean could do was stare at her. Buffy’s breath quickened and she had to close her eyes to break the intensity she was feeling. He rested his forehead against hers and whispered, “I should probably go, it’s late.”
“No, stay,” Buffy whispered.
“What? You want me to stay?” Dean looked at her in disbelief. “I can barely keep my hands off you and you want me to stay?”
“I trust you,” Buffy smiled, “We’ll just sleep, nothing more.” She kissed him quickly on the cheek. “I can be good if you can.”
Dean shook his head, but he didn’t relish the thought of walking home. “All right, but I make no promises. My hands may wander during the night of their own accord.”
Buffy smiled at him. “I’ll set my alarm to get us up before my mom gets up and you can leave then.” She sat up and pushed some buttons on her clock. “There, you’ll be up in plenty of time.” She hopped up, “I’m gonna change.” She grabbed some pajamas out of a drawer. She cocked her head at Dean who was grinning at her. She made a face and twirled her finger in the air.
“What?” Dean asked innocently.
“Turn around.”
“Seriously?” Buffy answered him with a look and Dean huffed but turned his back to her.
“Okay, you can turn around now,” Buffy said quietly as she crawled under the covers. Dean stood up and toed off his shoes. He had his hand on the button of his jeans and raised his brow at Buffy who asked, “What?” Dean copied the finger twirl movement she had done earlier. “Seriously?” Buffy giggled. But Dean kept a stern look on his face so she obliged and turned her back to him. Dean joined her under the covers. Dean held her as Buffy rested her head on his chest. “Mmm,” Buffy murmured as she made herself comfortable against him running her hand down his chest and abs.
“Try to resist me, Princess. Remember, you have more self control than I do,” Dean whispered.
Buffy looked up at him, “Sure, I do.” She nibbled on his neck
“Buffy, keep that up and I‘ll need to take a cold shower for the next five hours,” Dean complained making Buffy giggle.

Dean woke at the first sound of the alarm and slapped it off. “Buffy?” he whispered, but she didn’t answer. He slid his arm out from under her and turned on his side to look at her. He gently brushed her hair aside. He quietly climbed out of bed and dressed. After listening at her bedroom door, Dean decided to leave through the window.

At home Dean found Sam asleep on the couch. He felt a twinge of guilt thinking his brother had waited up for him. But it was only a twinge. He tiptoed to the bathroom and grabbed the shaving cream. Filling Sam’s hand with the foam, he started to tickle Sam’s eyelashes. Before Dean got his desired result, his cell phone rang, startling both him and Sam. Sam smacked himself in the face, covering himself with the shaving cream. Dean fell backwards, nearly getting hit himself. He answered the call laughing, “Hey, Dad, what’s up?”
“You sound like you’re in a good mood.”
“Yeah, I’m watching Sammy learn to shave,” Dean dodged out of Sam’s way as he tried to tackle him.
“You’re an ass, Dean!” Sam stormed into the bathroom.
“What new torture are you inflicting on your brother, now?”
“Nothing, Dad. When are you getting back?”
“Depending on how Caleb is feeling, I’ll probably leave today. Or tomorrow morning at the latest.”
“Cool. You should see the stuff Sam found out about the festival this weekend. This job looks like --”
“Yeah,” John interrupted. “You need to get that to Mr. Giles. That’s not our job, it’s the Slayer’s. We don’t want to step on any toes. Ya know?”
“Yes, sir,” Dean quietly agreed.
“You said they finished the program, right?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good, then maybe we can get out of there tomorrow. Saturday at the latest. Are you and Sam all ready to go? Have the house in order?”
“Yeah, Dad, we’re all set. The check list with the house is done except for the last minute stuff.”
“Knew I could count on you.” John heard the lack of enthusiasm in Dean‘s voice, and thought he knew what was causing it. “Look, tell Sam we’ll get him in another advanced computer class at the next school, I promise. Okay?”
“Yeah, Dad. I’m sure he’ll be fine with that. Um, drive safe.”
“Always do.”

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