fic: Supernatural/Buffy: Miracles Bring Tourists 4/?
Title: Miracles Bring Tourists
Author: Havenward
Series: Supernatural/Buffy crossover with a splash of other things**
Rating: PG13
Words: 549
Note: For jaydecrow, because she's so very awesome, even though I'm horrible about doing this in any kind of a timely manner. Thank you so, so much again, hon! Comments and criticism are love. (And this isn't quite as humorous as I wanted it to be... Hijinks will return, though. Assuming the muse doesn't abandon me again... :staples her in place:)
Summary: The brothers debate where to look for Bobby and Buffy sees someone in the crowd
“We've got a better chance in the Armory,” Dean insists, but Sam isn't fooled. He can see the glimmer in his eyes that means he's either hoping to run into the woman from the bathroom or there was some shiny weapon or other he wanted to get his hands on before he got distracted by her.
“I dunno, Dean,” he says, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “We've been all over the convention already. There's a good chance he's in one of the restricted sections since he's a guest speaker...”
“Dude, there's no way we're getting into a restricted section. They've got freaking tin men and toasters as guards. We can't fake our way through that. Not right now, anyway.”
Not that it had stopped Dean from eying the blond in the red dress. Oh no, not even a little. To make things worse she smiles back at him as they pass, her eyes sparkling and predatory. Sam puts a hand on his brother's arm to pull him along, but then suddenly she's in front of them.
She leans in close, the smile gone from her eyes, and puts her hand on Dean's chest. “All this has happened before,” she purrs in his ear. “You are God's tool here--”
Dean knocks her hand aside and steps back. “Look lady,” he growls, “I don't know who the hell you are, but I'm not--”
The blond steps closer, undeterred. “Don't let the cycle happen again.”
Sam presses the heels of his hands into his eyes. The last thing they need right now is for Dean to hear babbling about prophecies and god. A point only emphasized by the way Dean growls as he turns away from her. “I don't even believe in God, so you can just shove it... What the hell?”
Sam looks up, and blinks.
“Where the hell did she go?”
---
Buffy's never thought about it before, not really, but heroes are awfully pretty to look at. Well, the human ones, in any case, and not just the boys. Even if some of them are a little weird (like the woman in the leather jacket with bright red hair and red circles painted on her cheeks). And a lot more of them are geeks than she would have imagined.
Xander's on the other side of the Ancient Texts Room talking to a surprisingly adorable black guy who's emphatically waving his arms around while discussing some ear bud technology he'd developed. His companion is much more her type, dark and a little broody. Although he's pretty short. The muscles totally make up for it, not to mention the way he occasionally pokes his friend about heading back to the armory. A tallish blond that's way, way too perky walks up and joins them, says something that makes the geek slap his forehead and the short guy kind of cringe. Xander just laughs. Buffy's kind of jealous of her - the spy look suits her so well.
And then she catches a glimpse of yellow eyes in the crowd, Slayer senses ringing an alarm loud enough she isn't sure how no one else hears it. Certainly no one else notices the vampire, and she moves fast. Not that she gets there in time. The vamp is gone...
**Battlestar Galactica, Invisibles (comic by Grant Morrison), Leverage
Author: Havenward
Series: Supernatural/Buffy crossover with a splash of other things**
Rating: PG13
Words: 549
Note: For jaydecrow, because she's so very awesome, even though I'm horrible about doing this in any kind of a timely manner. Thank you so, so much again, hon! Comments and criticism are love. (And this isn't quite as humorous as I wanted it to be... Hijinks will return, though. Assuming the muse doesn't abandon me again... :staples her in place:)
Summary: The brothers debate where to look for Bobby and Buffy sees someone in the crowd
“We've got a better chance in the Armory,” Dean insists, but Sam isn't fooled. He can see the glimmer in his eyes that means he's either hoping to run into the woman from the bathroom or there was some shiny weapon or other he wanted to get his hands on before he got distracted by her.
“I dunno, Dean,” he says, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “We've been all over the convention already. There's a good chance he's in one of the restricted sections since he's a guest speaker...”
“Dude, there's no way we're getting into a restricted section. They've got freaking tin men and toasters as guards. We can't fake our way through that. Not right now, anyway.”
Not that it had stopped Dean from eying the blond in the red dress. Oh no, not even a little. To make things worse she smiles back at him as they pass, her eyes sparkling and predatory. Sam puts a hand on his brother's arm to pull him along, but then suddenly she's in front of them.
She leans in close, the smile gone from her eyes, and puts her hand on Dean's chest. “All this has happened before,” she purrs in his ear. “You are God's tool here--”
Dean knocks her hand aside and steps back. “Look lady,” he growls, “I don't know who the hell you are, but I'm not--”
The blond steps closer, undeterred. “Don't let the cycle happen again.”
Sam presses the heels of his hands into his eyes. The last thing they need right now is for Dean to hear babbling about prophecies and god. A point only emphasized by the way Dean growls as he turns away from her. “I don't even believe in God, so you can just shove it... What the hell?”
Sam looks up, and blinks.
“Where the hell did she go?”
---
Buffy's never thought about it before, not really, but heroes are awfully pretty to look at. Well, the human ones, in any case, and not just the boys. Even if some of them are a little weird (like the woman in the leather jacket with bright red hair and red circles painted on her cheeks). And a lot more of them are geeks than she would have imagined.
Xander's on the other side of the Ancient Texts Room talking to a surprisingly adorable black guy who's emphatically waving his arms around while discussing some ear bud technology he'd developed. His companion is much more her type, dark and a little broody. Although he's pretty short. The muscles totally make up for it, not to mention the way he occasionally pokes his friend about heading back to the armory. A tallish blond that's way, way too perky walks up and joins them, says something that makes the geek slap his forehead and the short guy kind of cringe. Xander just laughs. Buffy's kind of jealous of her - the spy look suits her so well.
And then she catches a glimpse of yellow eyes in the crowd, Slayer senses ringing an alarm loud enough she isn't sure how no one else hears it. Certainly no one else notices the vampire, and she moves fast. Not that she gets there in time. The vamp is gone...
**Battlestar Galactica, Invisibles (comic by Grant Morrison), Leverage