Fic: Of All The Luck (Buffy/Dean) PG 1/1
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blue_icy_roseTitle: Of All The Luck
Rating: PG
Word Count: 902
Spoilers: So far, none.
Summary: It started out as fun but the night isn't over yet.
Series: A Second Time Around
Prompt: 024. Friday 13th for the November/December 2007 Holiday Challenge atbuffyxdean.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Supernatural. They belong to Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke.
Note: The idea for the first part of this fic is all Lisa. I was torn between a couple ideas and Lisa took one and ran with it and the main part of this fic was born. But then I got an extra idea that could turn this into a series and it's all due to a bunch of the prompts. Huge thank you to Raven for looking this over and telling me to post it. Hopefully, you guys enjoy and feedback is always welcome!
Buffy shook her head as she stared at the screen. The move caused Dean to turn towards her and raise an eyebrow. He didn’t have to ask why she was shaking her head, he already knew the answer.
“You know, it was your idea to watch this,” he told her.
She frowned. “I know.” She shrugged. “I thought it would be fun but all I keep thinking is how a guy in a hockey mask is so not scary when you face demons on a regular basis.”
He snorted. “Yeah,” was all he said.
They were silent for a few moments, each of them considering how to fix this. On the screen, Jason hacked another person to pieces. Suddenly, Buffy straightened.
“I’ve got it.” She glanced over at Dean. “Our biggest problem is that none of this is scary for us because we see demons all the time, right?”
“Thanks for the recap, Summers.”
Buffy made a face at him. “Shut up and listen, Dean.” She shook her head. “Well, what if we didn’t see demons all the time?” The look he gave her said he thought she might need to get her head examined and she rolled her eyes. “Let me finish before you start giving me the ‘you’re crazy’ look. What if we pretended to be normal? And then we could actually enjoy a marathon of scary movies because it wouldn’t be something lame compared to what we’re used to seeing.”
“It’d just be lame, then.” Dean grinned when Buffy frowned at him. “Come on, you’ve got to admit that once we get to the sequels, the movies start to suck.”
“Well, yeah. But maybe we’d have more fun with them.”
Dean stared at the screen for a few minutes and then nodded. “What the hell? It’s worth a shot.”
Halfway through the second movie and Dean decided that the whole pretend to be normal thing definitely had its advantages. Buffy had jumped at the appropriate parts and had inched closer and closer to him until she was practically in his lap. At other points, she’d turn her face in to his shoulder.
A small smile on his face, Dean glanced over at her and let his arm settle around her shoulders more comfortably. He’d seen the smile that had appeared on her face when he’d casually let his arm stretch across the back of the couch before letting it slide down and around her earlier.
Neither of them said anything for the next few scenes as they watched more teens die bloody deaths.
“You know,” Buffy said, speaking up for the first time in over an hour. “There’s something else that normal people do during scary movies.”
Dean’s lips twitched. “Yeah? What’s that?”
“Make out.”
He turned towards her, eyes moving over her face as he did so. When Buffy just smiled at him, he leaned forward. “No need to tell me twice,” he murmured.
She didn’t respond, only hummed as his lips brushed hers. It wasn’t an intense kiss, just that first hint that the other was interested. Once, twice and then the kiss deepened as they both let their guards down. Buffy shifted, twisting her hand in Dean’s shirt and tugging him closer.
Dean pulled back, sucking in a breath as he began kissing along her neck. He smirked against her skin as he moved up and lightly closed his teeth around her earlobe.
“Oh God, I’m going to need therapy after tonight.”
They jerked away from each other, turning towards the doorway where Dawn was standing, making a face.
“I hate your sister,” Dean muttered.
“You and me both.” Just when things had been starting to get good.
Dawn shook her head. “Look, sorry to interrupt and all but this is important.” She bit her lip. “But first, I need you to promise not to freak out. Especially Dean.”
Immediately, Dean tensed and straightened. “What happened?” His eyes moved to the window.
“The Impala is fine. Promise, no one touched it.” She sighed. “But Willow and Sam are in the kitchen.”
“What happened?” Dean repeated.
“We weren’t even doing anything. I ran into Sam and Willow after the movies and since I didn’t want to go with the other girls to the club, they offered to walk me back.” She shifted. “It, um, it happened when we were on our way home. One minute we were walking and then the next...”
“The next?” Dean was ready to bolt into the kitchen if he didn’t get an answer within the next thirty seconds.
For a moment, it looked like Dawn wasn’t going to answer. Just when Dean was about to demand she tell him what the hell was going on, she tilted her head behind her.
“Maybe you should just see for yourself. Like I said, just stay calm because if you completely freak out and start yelling, you’ll scare him and he’s going to be scared enough once he wakes up.”
Dean tensed, relaxing only slightly when Buffy slipped her hand into his. She squeezed his hand lightly, each of them knowing that this had something to do with Sam, as they walked into the other room and froze.
He stared at the way Willow held Sam and took a deep breath to keep his voice low and even.
“Someone want to tell me why my brother looks like he’s five years old?”
Rating: PG
Word Count: 902
Spoilers: So far, none.
Summary: It started out as fun but the night isn't over yet.
Series: A Second Time Around
Prompt: 024. Friday 13th for the November/December 2007 Holiday Challenge at
buffyxdean.Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Supernatural. They belong to Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke.
Note: The idea for the first part of this fic is all Lisa. I was torn between a couple ideas and Lisa took one and ran with it and the main part of this fic was born. But then I got an extra idea that could turn this into a series and it's all due to a bunch of the prompts. Huge thank you to Raven for looking this over and telling me to post it. Hopefully, you guys enjoy and feedback is always welcome!
Buffy shook her head as she stared at the screen. The move caused Dean to turn towards her and raise an eyebrow. He didn’t have to ask why she was shaking her head, he already knew the answer.
“You know, it was your idea to watch this,” he told her.
She frowned. “I know.” She shrugged. “I thought it would be fun but all I keep thinking is how a guy in a hockey mask is so not scary when you face demons on a regular basis.”
He snorted. “Yeah,” was all he said.
They were silent for a few moments, each of them considering how to fix this. On the screen, Jason hacked another person to pieces. Suddenly, Buffy straightened.
“I’ve got it.” She glanced over at Dean. “Our biggest problem is that none of this is scary for us because we see demons all the time, right?”
“Thanks for the recap, Summers.”
Buffy made a face at him. “Shut up and listen, Dean.” She shook her head. “Well, what if we didn’t see demons all the time?” The look he gave her said he thought she might need to get her head examined and she rolled her eyes. “Let me finish before you start giving me the ‘you’re crazy’ look. What if we pretended to be normal? And then we could actually enjoy a marathon of scary movies because it wouldn’t be something lame compared to what we’re used to seeing.”
“It’d just be lame, then.” Dean grinned when Buffy frowned at him. “Come on, you’ve got to admit that once we get to the sequels, the movies start to suck.”
“Well, yeah. But maybe we’d have more fun with them.”
Dean stared at the screen for a few minutes and then nodded. “What the hell? It’s worth a shot.”
Halfway through the second movie and Dean decided that the whole pretend to be normal thing definitely had its advantages. Buffy had jumped at the appropriate parts and had inched closer and closer to him until she was practically in his lap. At other points, she’d turn her face in to his shoulder.
A small smile on his face, Dean glanced over at her and let his arm settle around her shoulders more comfortably. He’d seen the smile that had appeared on her face when he’d casually let his arm stretch across the back of the couch before letting it slide down and around her earlier.
Neither of them said anything for the next few scenes as they watched more teens die bloody deaths.
“You know,” Buffy said, speaking up for the first time in over an hour. “There’s something else that normal people do during scary movies.”
Dean’s lips twitched. “Yeah? What’s that?”
“Make out.”
He turned towards her, eyes moving over her face as he did so. When Buffy just smiled at him, he leaned forward. “No need to tell me twice,” he murmured.
She didn’t respond, only hummed as his lips brushed hers. It wasn’t an intense kiss, just that first hint that the other was interested. Once, twice and then the kiss deepened as they both let their guards down. Buffy shifted, twisting her hand in Dean’s shirt and tugging him closer.
Dean pulled back, sucking in a breath as he began kissing along her neck. He smirked against her skin as he moved up and lightly closed his teeth around her earlobe.
“Oh God, I’m going to need therapy after tonight.”
They jerked away from each other, turning towards the doorway where Dawn was standing, making a face.
“I hate your sister,” Dean muttered.
“You and me both.” Just when things had been starting to get good.
Dawn shook her head. “Look, sorry to interrupt and all but this is important.” She bit her lip. “But first, I need you to promise not to freak out. Especially Dean.”
Immediately, Dean tensed and straightened. “What happened?” His eyes moved to the window.
“The Impala is fine. Promise, no one touched it.” She sighed. “But Willow and Sam are in the kitchen.”
“What happened?” Dean repeated.
“We weren’t even doing anything. I ran into Sam and Willow after the movies and since I didn’t want to go with the other girls to the club, they offered to walk me back.” She shifted. “It, um, it happened when we were on our way home. One minute we were walking and then the next...”
“The next?” Dean was ready to bolt into the kitchen if he didn’t get an answer within the next thirty seconds.
For a moment, it looked like Dawn wasn’t going to answer. Just when Dean was about to demand she tell him what the hell was going on, she tilted her head behind her.
“Maybe you should just see for yourself. Like I said, just stay calm because if you completely freak out and start yelling, you’ll scare him and he’s going to be scared enough once he wakes up.”
Dean tensed, relaxing only slightly when Buffy slipped her hand into his. She squeezed his hand lightly, each of them knowing that this had something to do with Sam, as they walked into the other room and froze.
He stared at the way Willow held Sam and took a deep breath to keep his voice low and even.
“Someone want to tell me why my brother looks like he’s five years old?”
