fic: Bollocks
Title: Bollocks
Supernatural/Buffy crossover
Slash, rated PG, only 350 words.
They're not my boys, just my toys.
Something about this new bloke in town reminds him of Buffy - the constant awareness of his surroundings, the seeming readiness to handle any fight - with anything - and win; unfortunately, the sense that he's devoted to protecting the bloody innocent. And maybe a touch of soul-weariness buried in a pretty package.
There's something he can't suss out, though - he reminds him of someone else too. Gravity-defying hair, a good-guy, an arse worth a second look, and an impression that he could go to hell and back with guilt intact, all throw him off. But it's not Angel he's reminded of; the brooding darkness and black-hole-sucking-fun-from-a-room qualities are definitely missing. This guy seems like someone you could share a bloomin' onion and get pissed with, like he'd go for hustling idiots at pool and he'd finish a brawl with a grin on his face.
"Well bugger me, someone on this planet is a yummy combination of Buffy and Angelus."
With his best "big bad" walk, he leaves the booth and joins him at the bar. He orders a whiskey, then nods at the guy. "Name's Spike."
The new guy looks at him, his eyes holding a surprising and indecipherable mix of reactions. Lust is definitely in there somewhere, though. "Dean."
Dean had noticed Spike when he did his nearly imperceptible scan of the bar as he entered, and had concluded "possibly dangerous, intriguing, and damned hot."
His hunter's instincts were thrumming, but very few evil sons of bitches hung out in human bars, and he didn't have any specific reason to think he should go after this guy. There was a time when he would have gone after him in a very different sense. And the accent didn't hurt.
Spike: "You're not from around 'ere."
"And I'm not staying. It must be hard for you, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line." Dean passed on that brush-off from the girl he'd totally struck out with up at the haunted lake; stood up, threw a tip on the bar, and was out the door. He needed to be with Sammy pretty much NOW.
"Bollocks."