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Fic: How About Another Problem? (Buffy/Dean) PG
Title: How About Another Problem?
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,000
Series: A Second Time Around
Summary: Dean, Buffy, and Willow come home to find Sam's woken up.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Supernatural. They belong to Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke.
Note: Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
tamingthemuse. Prompt: rope. Also written for the Buffy/Dean Holiday Challenge at buffyxdean. Prompt: tears.
Previous Parts
Dean was not happy when they finally pulled up to Buffy’s house. Goblin hair. Freaking goblin hair. How the hell were they supposed to get that?
“We’ll fix this,” Buffy said. He glanced at her and raised an eyebrow. “I have no idea how we’re going to fix this but we will.”
He let out a breath. “Yeah. I know.” He didn’t say anything else but he knew she understood. Seeing Sam so small was disturbing and he’d only seen him once.
“Come on. Let’s get inside and we’ll start with the research.” She paused and wrinkled her nose. “I almost can’t believe those words came out of my mouth,” she muttered.
Dean smirked as they walked into the house. The response that had been on the tip of his tongue disappeared when he heard the noise coming from upstairs. He didn’t hesitate as he ran up the stairs and burst into the room they had left Sam in. He sucked in a breath as he took in the sight of Dawn trying to calm down a crying Sam.
“What happened?” he asked.
Dawn glanced over, a look of relief on her face at the sight of him. “He woke up and he asked about his dad and brother,” she said, emphasizing the word brother, “and now he won’t stop crying because they’re not here.” She bit her lip and let out a breath, knowing that what she was going to say next was going to hurt Dean. “Mostly though, he just keeps wanting to know where Dean is and when he’s coming back.”
He tensed and closed his eyes briefly before opening them and walking forward. “Hey, Sammy,” he said.
Sam’s bottom lip trembled and he scooted further back on the bed as tears continued to run down his face. “You’re not D-Dean.” He frowned, his breath hitching as he looked up.
Dean felt as if someone had swung a telephone pole at his head. He felt Buffy’s hand on his shoulder and he turned, nodding at her to let her know he was okay before stepping forward. “I’m a friend of your dad’s. He and Dean had to go for awhile and they asked us to watch you.”
Sam stared up at him for a moment, suspicion clear on his face. “What’s the code?”
“Code?” Willow asked, speaking for the first time since they’d arrived.
This wasn’t the right answer. “Dean said if they ever had to leave me with someone, he’d tell them the code.”
Dean thought back, trying to remember what the code had been. Then he grinned as he remembered combining one of Sam’s favorite things in the world with his biggest fear.
“Snoopy could beat the crap out of a clown.”
Immediately, Sam relaxed, wiping at his eyes. “Okay.” He looked up at Dean. “What’s your name?”
Before Dean could say anything, Buffy spoke. “I’m Buffy and that’s my sister, Dawn. This is Willow and that’s Dean.” She smiled when Sam’s eyes widened.
“Is your name really Dean?”
“Yeah. It is.”
Sam stared up at him and then scooted closer. “Did Daddy take Dean to go do grown up stuff?”
It sounded reasonable so Dean nodded. “He did.”
Sam’s lip trembled again. “Was I bad?” he asked. “Is that why I didn’t get to go?”
Oh God. Dean stared down at Sam and fought the urge to pull him into his arms. Sam wouldn’t go for that, not from someone he didn’t know. Instead, he put a hand on his shoulder. “No, you weren’t bad. You just have to wait a few more years before you can go do the grown up stuff, okay?”
Rather than agree, Sam seemed to get more upset. “Dean’s coming back though, right? He promised he always would so he will. He won’t get hurt like Daddy sometimes does?”
Dean thought back to countless nights of telling Sam that it was okay, nothing would happen to their dad because he was like Superman. He closed his eyes briefly as he realized just how much Sam had seen that Dean had tried to hide.
“No. Dean won’t come back hurt. He’s going to be okay, I promise.” He kept his eyes on Sam’s, trying to show he was telling the truth.
“Hey, Sam, do you like chocolate chip cookies?” Willow asked.
Sam’s eyes brightened. “They’re my favorite.”
She grinned. “How about that? I just made a bunch yesterday because they’re my boyfriend’s favorite too. He won’t mind if you have some.”
Sam looked over at Dean. “Can I?”
Dean let out a breath. “Yeah. Go for it.”
With a shout, Sam shot off the bed, grabbing Willow’s hand as they began to head down the stairs.
“I’m sorry,” Dawn said the minute they were out of earshot.
“For what?” Dean frowned at her.
“The way he just lost it. He woke up and all he wanted was you and I just didn’t know how to get him to calm down.”
“Well, get the rope.” He smiled and shook his head at the look she gave him. “Seriously, Dawn, it’s okay. Not many people could get Sam to calm down when he was a kid.”
She nodded. “Okay.” She let out a breath. “Okay,” she repeated. “Then on that note, I’m going to go eat some cookies.”
Buffy frowned and shifted as Dawn left the room. “Dean.”
He looked at her, raising an eyebrow. “What is it?” he asked, not completely sure if he wanted to know.
“I just realized we’ve got a problem.” She paused. “Well, another one.”
Somehow, Dean knew that he wasn’t going to like this. “What?”
“What day is it?”
“Monday.”
“No, Dean, the date.”
“The second.”
“Of?”
His eyes widened as realization came over him. “December.”
“Which means if we don’t get that goblin hair and do that ritual, we’re going to have to explain to Sam why he can’t spend Christmas with the dad and brother he remembers.”
Dean fell back on the bed. “Shit.”
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,000
Series: A Second Time Around
Summary: Dean, Buffy, and Willow come home to find Sam's woken up.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Supernatural. They belong to Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke.
Note: Written for
tamingthemuse. Prompt: rope. Also written for the Buffy/Dean Holiday Challenge at buffyxdean. Prompt: tears.Previous Parts
Dean was not happy when they finally pulled up to Buffy’s house. Goblin hair. Freaking goblin hair. How the hell were they supposed to get that?
“We’ll fix this,” Buffy said. He glanced at her and raised an eyebrow. “I have no idea how we’re going to fix this but we will.”
He let out a breath. “Yeah. I know.” He didn’t say anything else but he knew she understood. Seeing Sam so small was disturbing and he’d only seen him once.
“Come on. Let’s get inside and we’ll start with the research.” She paused and wrinkled her nose. “I almost can’t believe those words came out of my mouth,” she muttered.
Dean smirked as they walked into the house. The response that had been on the tip of his tongue disappeared when he heard the noise coming from upstairs. He didn’t hesitate as he ran up the stairs and burst into the room they had left Sam in. He sucked in a breath as he took in the sight of Dawn trying to calm down a crying Sam.
“What happened?” he asked.
Dawn glanced over, a look of relief on her face at the sight of him. “He woke up and he asked about his dad and brother,” she said, emphasizing the word brother, “and now he won’t stop crying because they’re not here.” She bit her lip and let out a breath, knowing that what she was going to say next was going to hurt Dean. “Mostly though, he just keeps wanting to know where Dean is and when he’s coming back.”
He tensed and closed his eyes briefly before opening them and walking forward. “Hey, Sammy,” he said.
Sam’s bottom lip trembled and he scooted further back on the bed as tears continued to run down his face. “You’re not D-Dean.” He frowned, his breath hitching as he looked up.
Dean felt as if someone had swung a telephone pole at his head. He felt Buffy’s hand on his shoulder and he turned, nodding at her to let her know he was okay before stepping forward. “I’m a friend of your dad’s. He and Dean had to go for awhile and they asked us to watch you.”
Sam stared up at him for a moment, suspicion clear on his face. “What’s the code?”
“Code?” Willow asked, speaking for the first time since they’d arrived.
This wasn’t the right answer. “Dean said if they ever had to leave me with someone, he’d tell them the code.”
Dean thought back, trying to remember what the code had been. Then he grinned as he remembered combining one of Sam’s favorite things in the world with his biggest fear.
“Snoopy could beat the crap out of a clown.”
Immediately, Sam relaxed, wiping at his eyes. “Okay.” He looked up at Dean. “What’s your name?”
Before Dean could say anything, Buffy spoke. “I’m Buffy and that’s my sister, Dawn. This is Willow and that’s Dean.” She smiled when Sam’s eyes widened.
“Is your name really Dean?”
“Yeah. It is.”
Sam stared up at him and then scooted closer. “Did Daddy take Dean to go do grown up stuff?”
It sounded reasonable so Dean nodded. “He did.”
Sam’s lip trembled again. “Was I bad?” he asked. “Is that why I didn’t get to go?”
Oh God. Dean stared down at Sam and fought the urge to pull him into his arms. Sam wouldn’t go for that, not from someone he didn’t know. Instead, he put a hand on his shoulder. “No, you weren’t bad. You just have to wait a few more years before you can go do the grown up stuff, okay?”
Rather than agree, Sam seemed to get more upset. “Dean’s coming back though, right? He promised he always would so he will. He won’t get hurt like Daddy sometimes does?”
Dean thought back to countless nights of telling Sam that it was okay, nothing would happen to their dad because he was like Superman. He closed his eyes briefly as he realized just how much Sam had seen that Dean had tried to hide.
“No. Dean won’t come back hurt. He’s going to be okay, I promise.” He kept his eyes on Sam’s, trying to show he was telling the truth.
“Hey, Sam, do you like chocolate chip cookies?” Willow asked.
Sam’s eyes brightened. “They’re my favorite.”
She grinned. “How about that? I just made a bunch yesterday because they’re my boyfriend’s favorite too. He won’t mind if you have some.”
Sam looked over at Dean. “Can I?”
Dean let out a breath. “Yeah. Go for it.”
With a shout, Sam shot off the bed, grabbing Willow’s hand as they began to head down the stairs.
“I’m sorry,” Dawn said the minute they were out of earshot.
“For what?” Dean frowned at her.
“The way he just lost it. He woke up and all he wanted was you and I just didn’t know how to get him to calm down.”
“Well, get the rope.” He smiled and shook his head at the look she gave him. “Seriously, Dawn, it’s okay. Not many people could get Sam to calm down when he was a kid.”
She nodded. “Okay.” She let out a breath. “Okay,” she repeated. “Then on that note, I’m going to go eat some cookies.”
Buffy frowned and shifted as Dawn left the room. “Dean.”
He looked at her, raising an eyebrow. “What is it?” he asked, not completely sure if he wanted to know.
“I just realized we’ve got a problem.” She paused. “Well, another one.”
Somehow, Dean knew that he wasn’t going to like this. “What?”
“What day is it?”
“Monday.”
“No, Dean, the date.”
“The second.”
“Of?”
His eyes widened as realization came over him. “December.”
“Which means if we don’t get that goblin hair and do that ritual, we’re going to have to explain to Sam why he can’t spend Christmas with the dad and brother he remembers.”
Dean fell back on the bed. “Shit.”