Day 7: Let's Do This Thing (SPN, R/FR18 overall)
Title: Let's Do This Thing
Author: bre2004/Bre (TtH)
Rating: R/FR18 (overall)
Warning: Swearing and some innuendo.
Crossover: Supernatural
Pairing: Buffy/Dean
Word Count: 1,790
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. I don't own much of anything really. They belong to the minds of The Whedon and The Kripke.
Summary: TwistedShorts Challenge. Day 7: Dean and Sam scope out the Buffy situation. (Go to the beginning...)
Let’s Do This Thing
By Bre
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters. I don’t own much of anything really. They belong to the minds of The Whedon and The Kripke.
Rating: R/FR18 (overall)
A/N: Made for my series What Happens In Vegas Series. Day 7 of 31 in the twistedshorts community on LJ where you post a ficlet/short (between 300 and 3,000 words) every day of August. Everything in this series is designed to be a one-shot but the plot line will follow the two characters throughout this revelation.
A/N 2: Italics indicate flashbacks.
A/N 3: While this does follow one plotline, each installment is meant to stand alone at the same time for the requirement of the challenge. So this series will be stilted at best and not as smooth and pretty as a chapter story.
A/N 4: I know that this is becoming a plotless little series but honestly, I can’t write something more involved in standalone ficlets. I just can’t! My brain isn't wired in such ways! This series will be more about fun than reality. I had a whole plot outlined before realizing it broke the challenge rules *g* and I’m considering rewriting this as an actual fanfiction after the challenge is done with, you know, plot and character development all that fun, juicy stuff. Thanks for sticking with me through this experimental series! :)
Pairing: Buffy/Dean (BtVS/SPN Crossover)
Word Count: 1,790
Timeline: Post Season 7 for BtVS. Turning into mid Season 2 for SPN (after Nightshifter and before Folsom Prison Blues - in reference to whether the government knows Dean is alive to you wonderful inquiring people!).
Summary: TwistedShorts Challenge. Day 7: Dean and Sam scope out the Buffy situation.
*
“Dean, this is a waste of time.”
“No, Sam, this is exactly what we need to be doing.”
“No,” Sam Winchester replied, drawing out the word, “You’re freaking out.”
“Of course, I’m freaking out,” Dean Winchester snapped back, turning to glare at his brother before whipping his eyes back to the front of the Bellagio. He was getting frustrated - actually, it was like yesterday had started out as tiny snowball and suddenly it went hurtling down a hill, getting bigger and bigger and heavier and heavier. It felt like there was a tiny little spindle in his chest that was slowly tightening with each hour that passed since he had woken up in bed with a stranger and he was getting ready to scream.
There were dozens of people just milling about in front of the large hotel, looking around like a bunch of stupid tourists in the middle of stupid Las Vegas and they were all hindering his view of the front doors. Moving around in big tourist-y blobs, making spotting either the little blonde or brunette not easy in the least.
“I’m apparently married,” Dean growled as he continued, his eyes glued to the front doors. He slapped the steering wheel for emphasis, “My supposed bride won’t even look at me without a full bottle of tequila inside her body. Her friend or whatever the hell she is keeps giving me the brush off.” With each tick of the item, Dean hit the steering wheel harder. “And as far as I can tell, this girl Buffy has the strength of the Hulk inside that tiny little body of hers which means she’s probably possessed and I married a goddamn demon!”
“Okay-“
“And, to make matters even friggin’ better,” Dean continued, ignoring Sam, “When she gets a little upset, she punches people. She punched me! So I married a demon and a constant PMS-happy bitch of a woman. How is any of that okay?” Dean demanded, once again whipping around to glare at his brother where he sat and Sam moved to respond before thinking better of it. “Exactly. Now, shut up and help me look for her.”
“Dean, I don’t even know what she looks like.” Dean growled out a response that Sam couldn’t hear and he furrowed his brows at the simmering pile of unhappiness sitting in the driver’s seat. “Okay, well, why don’t you just go up to her room and talk to her?”
“Because she’s probably a demon, Sam.”
“Dude, there has been no evidence of another demonic possession in Las Vegas,” Sam retorted, his patience snapping, throwing his hands up in exasperation. They had been sitting in the car for the last two hours, the sun beating a relentless drum on them and for no other reason than Dean was losing his mind. The possible other job in town was getting colder and colder as Dean dragged him into this little mess and Sam was about ready to abandon Dean to his insanity. “We tracked the other one down, exorcised it and we were going to leave before you went and got married to what is probably a very normal girl.”
Dean glowered at his words. “You didn’t see what she did to me.”
Sam snickered. “Oh, I see it, Dean. I see a girl who is probably freaking out just as much as you are and you’re trying to explain it away by saying she’s a demon.”
“She lifted me off the ground, Sam!”
“Okay, so she’s a normal body-builder kind of girl.”
“You’re not helping.”
“No,” Sam replied, “You’re not helping. Just go in there and talk to her, stop being such a baby about it. So you got married in Las Vegas, who cares. There are solutions. You probably didn’t even use your real name, dude.”
Dean didn’t respond.
“And, if she is a demon, why don’t you take your very full flask of holy water and go splash her in the face.” Dean acknowledged him, barely, by glancing at the dashboard before looking back towards the hotel. Sam cocked his head. “Or you’re scared.” Dean’s shoulder twitched. “You’re scared that this is a normal girl and that you really are married and you just don’t want to deal.”
“Oh, no,” Dean replied, “I want to deal. I want to deal with why the hell this happened in the first place. Did it ever occur to you that maybe Yellow Eyes is behind this, huh? Using this poor innocent girl to distract us from all your crap?”
“Oh, nice,” Sam said, his tone getting chilly. “So this is about me now?”
“I’m not saying that.”
Sam glared at the back of Dean’s head before shaking his own, pinching his lips. A tense silence filled the car when Dean suddenly sat up straighter, leaning forward. “There she is.”
Sam scanned the crowd. “Where?” He didn’t see anything special or out of the ordinary, a point he was about to make when Dean pointed.
“Right there. Little blonde with the huge sunglasses and the bitchy-looking brunette.” And then Sam saw them. He raised his eyebrows in appraisal.
“Huh.”
Dean whirled to face him. “What?”
Sam shook his head. “Nothing…” He shot Dean an amused look. “Yeah, Dean, she looks real demonic.”
Dean glared at him. He turned back around, watching the two women melt in and out of the crowd before disappearing. Dean opened his door. “Let’s go.”
“What?” Sam asked quickly, following his lead. “What? No. No, no, no.”
“What’s your problem?” Dean asked him over the top of the Impala, looking back over his shoulder to see if they had reappeared.
“We’re not breaking into their room, Dean!”
“Why not?” Dean asked. “Just a little look-see.”
“You do realize that this place has key card locks, dumbass,” Sam said, following Dean as he quickly crossed the busy street. A car horn honked at them but Dean kept moving, ignoring it. He grabbed Dean’s jacket. “Are you even listening to me?”
“What?” Dean snapped, shrugging his hand off. He forced himself to smile at Sam, making his tone light, “Why don’t you use those big puppy dog eyes and seduce us a key card from a maid?”
“Not funny.”
“So, what do you suggest then?” Dean asked, reverting back to being aggravated, pausing in the crowd, the people undulating around them as he looked up at his brother.
“Oh, I don’t know, how about you knock on her door and actually talk?” Dean rolled his eyes. “Dean, this is stupid. You know, we could be on the road right now if you had just-“
“I tried that, Sam!” Dean gestured at his face. “The friggin’ evidence is all over my face.”
“Okay, fine, well…” Sam paused, his eyes ticking over to look behind Dean’s shoulder and his eyes got wide. “Well, you know, I think there are… times when things just fall into your lap, you know?”
Dean frowned at him. “What the hell are you talking about?” Sam just gave him an awkward smile.
“Funny how you keep popping up out of the blue, ain’t it?” Faith Lehane drawled from behind him and Dean closed his eyes. When he opened them, he glared at Sam who looked sheepish before turning around. He saw Faith staring at his brother. “Who’s this, your other wife?”
“That’s cute,” Dean said simply and Faith smirked in return. And then Dean looked at Buffy. His wife… who was staring at the ground. And he almost wished he hadn’t as he took in her shorts and white tank top, his eyes straying too long on her breasts before he reached her face once again. His body instantly wanted to step up and say, “How you doin?” and Dean was reminded why the hell it had probably been so easy agreeing to marry this woman.
He raised an eyebrow at her when she finally looked at him although she was still hiding behind her ridiculously huge sunglasses so he couldn’t tell if she was actually looking at him. He opened his mouth and it felt very dry all of a sudden. He swallowed.
“Hi,” Dean said stupidly.
She looked entirely uncomfortable as she waved her hand at him slightly. “Hey.”
“We… should to talk.”
“Understatement of the year,” Faith butted in and Dean reacted immediately, sneering at her, “You just don’t know when to stop flapping that pie-hole, do you?”
Sam watched, unsure what to do or how to act, as Faith was quick to the punch, “Only when dicks are being stupid.”
“Okay, let’s can the macho man crap already, alright?” Buffy Summers snapped, crossing her arms. “Let’s just… get this over with.”
“That sounds like a great idea,” Sam interjected, patting Dean on the shoulder. “I’m gonna… go,” he said, pointing back towards the Impala. He leaned closer towards Buffy, saying, “I’m Sam. Dean’s brother.” She raised an eyebrow as Sam lifted his hand to shake the car keys towards Dean’s face. Dean immediately checked his jacket pocket and realized that Sam had snaked them when his brother started backing off. “You crazy kids do your thing.”
“Sam…” Dean said, his voice full of warning, his teeth gritted and Sam held up his hands, smiling tightly before turning and walking away quickly. Dean narrowed his eyes, watching him go when he heard Faith slap her thighs.
“Yeah, I’m outta here too,” she said. She gave Dean an icy smile. “I think I’ve had my fill of asshole for the day.”
Dean just smirked at her and he didn’t miss the long, hard look that Buffy shot her, almost looking like she had been betrayed. Faith didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, she punched Buffy’s shoulder before backing away herself, “Later, B. Cut this jerk loose, huh?” And then she herself melted back into the crowd.
Dean stared at the back of Buffy’s head where she was turned to watch her brunette friend disappear. And almost like his eyes had a life of their own, they traced down her body, noting the snug fit of the loose denim on her ass, leaving just enough to room to slip his fingers up-
Dean bit his tongue as Buffy turned back to face him and he made a little pained face, grimacing before cursing himself. Mind, meet gutter. Apparently you’re going to be the bestest of best friends because you can’t stop thinking about how good this woman’s ass cheeks would feel in your hands.
Buffy frowned at him but didn’t comment. Instead, she pointed towards the hotel.
“Should we go inside and… do this thing?”
“Yeah,” Dean breathed, giving her an uneasy smile. He wiped his palms on his jacket. “Let’s go… do this… thing.”
Worst. Las Vegas trip. Ever.
The End
Author: bre2004/Bre (TtH)
Rating: R/FR18 (overall)
Warning: Swearing and some innuendo.
Crossover: Supernatural
Pairing: Buffy/Dean
Word Count: 1,790
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. I don't own much of anything really. They belong to the minds of The Whedon and The Kripke.
Summary: TwistedShorts Challenge. Day 7: Dean and Sam scope out the Buffy situation. (Go to the beginning...)
Let’s Do This Thing
By Bre
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters. I don’t own much of anything really. They belong to the minds of The Whedon and The Kripke.
Rating: R/FR18 (overall)
A/N: Made for my series What Happens In Vegas Series. Day 7 of 31 in the twistedshorts community on LJ where you post a ficlet/short (between 300 and 3,000 words) every day of August. Everything in this series is designed to be a one-shot but the plot line will follow the two characters throughout this revelation.
A/N 2: Italics indicate flashbacks.
A/N 3: While this does follow one plotline, each installment is meant to stand alone at the same time for the requirement of the challenge. So this series will be stilted at best and not as smooth and pretty as a chapter story.
A/N 4: I know that this is becoming a plotless little series but honestly, I can’t write something more involved in standalone ficlets. I just can’t! My brain isn't wired in such ways! This series will be more about fun than reality. I had a whole plot outlined before realizing it broke the challenge rules *g* and I’m considering rewriting this as an actual fanfiction after the challenge is done with, you know, plot and character development all that fun, juicy stuff. Thanks for sticking with me through this experimental series! :)
Pairing: Buffy/Dean (BtVS/SPN Crossover)
Word Count: 1,790
Timeline: Post Season 7 for BtVS. Turning into mid Season 2 for SPN (after Nightshifter and before Folsom Prison Blues - in reference to whether the government knows Dean is alive to you wonderful inquiring people!).
Summary: TwistedShorts Challenge. Day 7: Dean and Sam scope out the Buffy situation.
*
“Dean, this is a waste of time.”
“No, Sam, this is exactly what we need to be doing.”
“No,” Sam Winchester replied, drawing out the word, “You’re freaking out.”
“Of course, I’m freaking out,” Dean Winchester snapped back, turning to glare at his brother before whipping his eyes back to the front of the Bellagio. He was getting frustrated - actually, it was like yesterday had started out as tiny snowball and suddenly it went hurtling down a hill, getting bigger and bigger and heavier and heavier. It felt like there was a tiny little spindle in his chest that was slowly tightening with each hour that passed since he had woken up in bed with a stranger and he was getting ready to scream.
There were dozens of people just milling about in front of the large hotel, looking around like a bunch of stupid tourists in the middle of stupid Las Vegas and they were all hindering his view of the front doors. Moving around in big tourist-y blobs, making spotting either the little blonde or brunette not easy in the least.
“I’m apparently married,” Dean growled as he continued, his eyes glued to the front doors. He slapped the steering wheel for emphasis, “My supposed bride won’t even look at me without a full bottle of tequila inside her body. Her friend or whatever the hell she is keeps giving me the brush off.” With each tick of the item, Dean hit the steering wheel harder. “And as far as I can tell, this girl Buffy has the strength of the Hulk inside that tiny little body of hers which means she’s probably possessed and I married a goddamn demon!”
“Okay-“
“And, to make matters even friggin’ better,” Dean continued, ignoring Sam, “When she gets a little upset, she punches people. She punched me! So I married a demon and a constant PMS-happy bitch of a woman. How is any of that okay?” Dean demanded, once again whipping around to glare at his brother where he sat and Sam moved to respond before thinking better of it. “Exactly. Now, shut up and help me look for her.”
“Dean, I don’t even know what she looks like.” Dean growled out a response that Sam couldn’t hear and he furrowed his brows at the simmering pile of unhappiness sitting in the driver’s seat. “Okay, well, why don’t you just go up to her room and talk to her?”
“Because she’s probably a demon, Sam.”
“Dude, there has been no evidence of another demonic possession in Las Vegas,” Sam retorted, his patience snapping, throwing his hands up in exasperation. They had been sitting in the car for the last two hours, the sun beating a relentless drum on them and for no other reason than Dean was losing his mind. The possible other job in town was getting colder and colder as Dean dragged him into this little mess and Sam was about ready to abandon Dean to his insanity. “We tracked the other one down, exorcised it and we were going to leave before you went and got married to what is probably a very normal girl.”
Dean glowered at his words. “You didn’t see what she did to me.”
Sam snickered. “Oh, I see it, Dean. I see a girl who is probably freaking out just as much as you are and you’re trying to explain it away by saying she’s a demon.”
“She lifted me off the ground, Sam!”
“Okay, so she’s a normal body-builder kind of girl.”
“You’re not helping.”
“No,” Sam replied, “You’re not helping. Just go in there and talk to her, stop being such a baby about it. So you got married in Las Vegas, who cares. There are solutions. You probably didn’t even use your real name, dude.”
Dean didn’t respond.
“And, if she is a demon, why don’t you take your very full flask of holy water and go splash her in the face.” Dean acknowledged him, barely, by glancing at the dashboard before looking back towards the hotel. Sam cocked his head. “Or you’re scared.” Dean’s shoulder twitched. “You’re scared that this is a normal girl and that you really are married and you just don’t want to deal.”
“Oh, no,” Dean replied, “I want to deal. I want to deal with why the hell this happened in the first place. Did it ever occur to you that maybe Yellow Eyes is behind this, huh? Using this poor innocent girl to distract us from all your crap?”
“Oh, nice,” Sam said, his tone getting chilly. “So this is about me now?”
“I’m not saying that.”
Sam glared at the back of Dean’s head before shaking his own, pinching his lips. A tense silence filled the car when Dean suddenly sat up straighter, leaning forward. “There she is.”
Sam scanned the crowd. “Where?” He didn’t see anything special or out of the ordinary, a point he was about to make when Dean pointed.
“Right there. Little blonde with the huge sunglasses and the bitchy-looking brunette.” And then Sam saw them. He raised his eyebrows in appraisal.
“Huh.”
Dean whirled to face him. “What?”
Sam shook his head. “Nothing…” He shot Dean an amused look. “Yeah, Dean, she looks real demonic.”
Dean glared at him. He turned back around, watching the two women melt in and out of the crowd before disappearing. Dean opened his door. “Let’s go.”
“What?” Sam asked quickly, following his lead. “What? No. No, no, no.”
“What’s your problem?” Dean asked him over the top of the Impala, looking back over his shoulder to see if they had reappeared.
“We’re not breaking into their room, Dean!”
“Why not?” Dean asked. “Just a little look-see.”
“You do realize that this place has key card locks, dumbass,” Sam said, following Dean as he quickly crossed the busy street. A car horn honked at them but Dean kept moving, ignoring it. He grabbed Dean’s jacket. “Are you even listening to me?”
“What?” Dean snapped, shrugging his hand off. He forced himself to smile at Sam, making his tone light, “Why don’t you use those big puppy dog eyes and seduce us a key card from a maid?”
“Not funny.”
“So, what do you suggest then?” Dean asked, reverting back to being aggravated, pausing in the crowd, the people undulating around them as he looked up at his brother.
“Oh, I don’t know, how about you knock on her door and actually talk?” Dean rolled his eyes. “Dean, this is stupid. You know, we could be on the road right now if you had just-“
“I tried that, Sam!” Dean gestured at his face. “The friggin’ evidence is all over my face.”
“Okay, fine, well…” Sam paused, his eyes ticking over to look behind Dean’s shoulder and his eyes got wide. “Well, you know, I think there are… times when things just fall into your lap, you know?”
Dean frowned at him. “What the hell are you talking about?” Sam just gave him an awkward smile.
“Funny how you keep popping up out of the blue, ain’t it?” Faith Lehane drawled from behind him and Dean closed his eyes. When he opened them, he glared at Sam who looked sheepish before turning around. He saw Faith staring at his brother. “Who’s this, your other wife?”
“That’s cute,” Dean said simply and Faith smirked in return. And then Dean looked at Buffy. His wife… who was staring at the ground. And he almost wished he hadn’t as he took in her shorts and white tank top, his eyes straying too long on her breasts before he reached her face once again. His body instantly wanted to step up and say, “How you doin?” and Dean was reminded why the hell it had probably been so easy agreeing to marry this woman.
He raised an eyebrow at her when she finally looked at him although she was still hiding behind her ridiculously huge sunglasses so he couldn’t tell if she was actually looking at him. He opened his mouth and it felt very dry all of a sudden. He swallowed.
“Hi,” Dean said stupidly.
She looked entirely uncomfortable as she waved her hand at him slightly. “Hey.”
“We… should to talk.”
“Understatement of the year,” Faith butted in and Dean reacted immediately, sneering at her, “You just don’t know when to stop flapping that pie-hole, do you?”
Sam watched, unsure what to do or how to act, as Faith was quick to the punch, “Only when dicks are being stupid.”
“Okay, let’s can the macho man crap already, alright?” Buffy Summers snapped, crossing her arms. “Let’s just… get this over with.”
“That sounds like a great idea,” Sam interjected, patting Dean on the shoulder. “I’m gonna… go,” he said, pointing back towards the Impala. He leaned closer towards Buffy, saying, “I’m Sam. Dean’s brother.” She raised an eyebrow as Sam lifted his hand to shake the car keys towards Dean’s face. Dean immediately checked his jacket pocket and realized that Sam had snaked them when his brother started backing off. “You crazy kids do your thing.”
“Sam…” Dean said, his voice full of warning, his teeth gritted and Sam held up his hands, smiling tightly before turning and walking away quickly. Dean narrowed his eyes, watching him go when he heard Faith slap her thighs.
“Yeah, I’m outta here too,” she said. She gave Dean an icy smile. “I think I’ve had my fill of asshole for the day.”
Dean just smirked at her and he didn’t miss the long, hard look that Buffy shot her, almost looking like she had been betrayed. Faith didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, she punched Buffy’s shoulder before backing away herself, “Later, B. Cut this jerk loose, huh?” And then she herself melted back into the crowd.
Dean stared at the back of Buffy’s head where she was turned to watch her brunette friend disappear. And almost like his eyes had a life of their own, they traced down her body, noting the snug fit of the loose denim on her ass, leaving just enough to room to slip his fingers up-
Dean bit his tongue as Buffy turned back to face him and he made a little pained face, grimacing before cursing himself. Mind, meet gutter. Apparently you’re going to be the bestest of best friends because you can’t stop thinking about how good this woman’s ass cheeks would feel in your hands.
Buffy frowned at him but didn’t comment. Instead, she pointed towards the hotel.
“Should we go inside and… do this thing?”
“Yeah,” Dean breathed, giving her an uneasy smile. He wiped his palms on his jacket. “Let’s go… do this… thing.”
Worst. Las Vegas trip. Ever.
The End