Burning Memories - Chapter 3 (Buffy/Dean)
Title: Burning Memories
Author: Lisa
Status: Completed
Chapter List: Prologue / Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three / Chapter Four / Chapter Five / Chapter Six / Epilogue
Rating: R (for violence, language and sexual situations)
Fandom: Supernatural/BtVS Crossover
Pairing: Buffy/Dean
Genre: Angst/Drama
Summary: Illusions are a devils game that blur the black and white lines to gray. Evil is back, but which form will it appear in?
Spoilers: All season of BtVS are fair game along with all episodes of SPN up to “Everyone Loves a Clown”
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all related characters are copyright The CW Network. No infringement intended. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. No infringement intended. “To make everything right is for God to just reach out and turn off the light!” is taken from a modern day nursery rhyme by Shel Silverstein, no infringement intended.
Distribution: Not without permission from myself.
AN: Huge thanks to moire2 for beta'ing this chapter for me. Any mistakes are mine. Feedback is love!
The night hadn’t been productive, which caused her frustration. No one in the police department seemed to know much about the case of the clown. She’d hit the morgue to see if she could get anything but their families had already picked up the bodies. Her last stop had been the crime scene. The place was clean with no signs of a demon being summoned; she hated dead ends almost as much as she hated being ordered around.
Standing in front of a seedy bar that made the Roudhouse look like a palace, she weighed her options. Going inside would require possible pleasantries with Dean, and she so wasn’t in the mood to deal with his arrogant bullshit. On the other hand, if Sam had uncovered some pieces of the puzzle she wanted in on it. With a resigned sigh, she pushed open the rotted wooden door and entered.
The smell of stale smoke, spilt beer and sweat invaded her nostrils causing her to crinkle her nose in protest. The layout was much the same as the Roadhouse, and she turned heading toward the large bar. Her green eyes scanned the patrons trying to find the two brothers. Spotting a tall mop of brown hair, she silently thanked Sam for his height as she made her way over.
Sam smirked as he watched the blonde walk through the crowd with graceful ease and nudged his brother who was slamming back a shot of Jack. “Dude, looks like you owe me fifty.”
Dean looked up and shook his head. “I’ll be damned. Princess decided to slum it with us.” His voice carried and he couldn’t help smirking as the blonde shot him an angry scowl.
Buffy ignored Dean’s comment and focused her gaze on Sam. “Hey.”
“You came.” Smiling brightly at her, he offered her his wooden bar stool
“Yeah.” Taking the proffered stool, she nodded to the bartender. “Scotch on the rocks with a dash of white rum.”
Dean watched with a shocked expression as the blonde stuck her delicate finger in the amber liquid and stirred the ice causing it to ‘clink’ against the glass. Chuckling nervously he nodded toward Buffy. “That’s an interesting drink you’ve got there.”
Her pink glossy lips closed around her finger and he could practically see her tongue lapping up the liquid. Inwardly groaning, he shifted in his seat and attempted to alleviate the tightness in his crotch. Just because he thought the blonde was a bitch didn’t mean that he didn’t want to do her up against the wall or, hell, on top of the bar.
“Picked it up on the way.” Buffy lifted the scratched glass and took a sip. The liquid burned her mouth and then throat as she swallowed. Wincing slightly, she remembered the first time that she had the drink.
Buffy and alcohol were very un-mixy. Memories of being cave-Buffy were still a reoccurring theme whenever she picked up a glass of alcohol, but she had been angry that night. The two had been hunting together for a few weeks when they had stumbled across a small vampire nest. Things would’ve been fine if one of them hadn’t smelled Spike on her. Apparently, the vamp was sired by her platinum blonde, Billy Idol, dead, ex-lover, good-friend Spike. She’d ended up taking a nasty beating before she snapped out of it and dusted the nest. Her partner had been kind enough to order her usual rum and coke - easy on the rum. With her night being so shitty, she decided against her usual and grabbed his drink slamming it back before he could argue. After that, her usual became his usual.
“On the way where, princess? That isn't the foofy shit sorority girls drink.” Dean winked at her.
“Good thing I’m not part of a sorority then. There a reason you’ve got a sudden interest in my drink choice?” Buffy tossed her golden locks over her shoulder while she stared at Dean, defiance in her eyes.
Dean clicked his tongue while he shook his head. “Sweetheart we’ve got an early morning and you’re bullshitting yourself if you think Sammy or I is gonna have any sympathy for your hangover tomorrow.” Grabbing his beer he disappeared through the crowd.
Buffy arched an eyebrow at the guy left standing. “Nice brother you’ve got there.” She watched carefully as Sam pulled up the stool Dean just vacated next to her.
“Yeah.” Sam took a long pull of his beer. His brother hadn’t been the same since the death of their father. He wasn’t quite sure what he was supposed to say. “Bad week.”
“Oh.” Buffy turned and made sure Dean wasn’t skulking behind them, a habit that she got from Angel’s constant lurking. “Here I thought it was about your Dad.”
She watched as Sam tightened his grip on his beer. “So, it is more than a week of badness.”
“How’d you…”
“It wasn’t Ellen. The woman is unbreakable.” Her frustrated sigh was loud enough that she was sure Sam heard it. Biting her lower lip, she decided what angle to work, either tell him that she had over-heard their conversation about their father or give a little insight into her. Not being too keen on having Sam alert Dean that there was perhaps more to her then she let on she resigned herself to sharing. “It’s just…” Buffy placed a schooled look of sadness on her face, she wasn’t ready to let him see how much she really knew about what he was going through. “Well you can always pick out the ones that lost someone close. Mostly because you’ve seen the same sad and pathetic expression in the mirror.”
Smirking sadly he nodded his head as she slammed her drink back. “Yeah, guess so.”
Silence hung between them as George Strait’s “Amarilo” drifted through the bar. Sounds of laughter and yelling laced through the words almost drowning out the lyrics.
“How long have you known Ellen?” He laughed and shook his head. “Sorry, awkward silence was getting to me.”
Buffy gave him a polite smile. “She’s my aunt so pretty much my whole life.” Slight lie since, for the majority of her life, she’d barely had any contact with the bar owner. Sam didn’t need to know Hank, her father, had disowned Ellen when she had married the ‘hoodlum’ against his wished.
Sam choked on his drink, coughing and sputtering as he tried to clear his air passage. “Aunt?” He managed to squeak the word out and his eyes danced with mirth as Buffy nodded. “That how she forced you to tag along?”
“Pretty much. She’s a frightening woman when she’s armed.” Of course, that wasn’t the reason she had come, but again Sam was on a need to know bases.
“Man, you should see Dean cower when Ellen comes after us.” He eyed the blonde, a nagging whisper in his mind. “So you’ve lived there your whole life?”
Shrugging, she tapped her glass on the bar and nodded when the bartender looked at her, signifying she wanted another drink. “Yeah, why?” Green eyes narrowed as she waited for his response.
“You just look familiar, like I’ve seen you before.”
“Nope, must be someone else. You know what they say, everyone’s got a twin.”
His dark locks fell into his eyes as he nodded his agreement. Sam’s brown eyes sought out his brother’s solid frame in the crowd and winced as he finally spotted Dean over by the pool table as he shoved a guy. “Damnit Dean!”
Hearing the commotion over the country tune that drifted through the place, Buffy turned her attention to the fight. She rolled her eyes as Dean punched a burly looking man. “He always this scrappy?”
“Just since...” His voice trailed off and he looked down at his shoes.
Her lips formed an ‘o’ and she nodded her head. “Hope he’s got a weapon on him because the pissed off mountain man is about to pull a knife.” Buffy threw down a few bills to cover her drink before she stood, sauntering out of the bar.
~*~
“Can I state for the record that I hate clowns!” Buffy dusted off her jeans and moaned when she saw a new hole that hadn’t been there before. Great, she thought, this was the third pair this month. They hadn’t managed to kill the demon-clown before it vanished leaving just a small puff of smoke. “What’s with the constant smiling? It’s all creepy and wrong! Clowns are wrong!” Shuddering she sauntered back toward the beat-up van that sat in the empty parking lot.
“Sammy, looks like goldilocks over here shares your fear.” Slapping his brothers back he grinned widely at the blonde. “You scared of the boogeyman too?” He watched her roll her mossy green eyes at him as he tossed the keys to his brother.. “Dude, I’m done driving this piece of shit.”
“Oh… poor Dean you compensate with your car?” Buffy glanced blatantly at his crotched before brushing passed him. She left him sputtering as she climbed into the passenger side of the van.
It was hard not using her full Slayer strength when she fought, but she hadn't been able to lose the brothers on a hunt. The two seemed to need to protect her. If they knew she could kick ass, they wouldn't worry about her. Still, she didn't want to give away her secrets just yet..
“Sweetheart, you want to take a joy ride all you’ve got to do is ask!” His voice boomed through the empty park grounds. Letting out a frustrated growl he hopped into the van. The blonde wasn’t much of a fighter but watching her lithe body bend and move definitely brought on some thoughts that he was sure would make the blonde flip him off or punch him.
~*~
Dean leaned against the old dented vending machine that was perched alongside the open sidewalk that faced the parking lot. His black scuffed up boot tapped against the rotten wood planks making a ‘thump’ noise to match the faint beat that was coming from the bar down the road.
Sam was holed up in their room trying to research the carnival. Dean lasted forty-five minutes before he busted out of the room for fresh air. His brother was throwing himself too heavy into the case, like he was trying to prove some fucking point. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath.
“There you are.”
Keeping his eyes closed he smirked that arrogant grin he knew pissed her off. “Miss me already princess?” Slowly he opened his eyelids as he cast a sideway glance at her. He twisted the cap off his coke and took a long pull, letting the fizz tickle his nose.
“I thought you were holed up in your room trying to get some beauty sleep.” Dark eyebrow rose as she smiled too sweetly at him and sauntered closer. Dark green eyes trailed down her lithe body as he got lost in the way her hips swayed as she walked.
“Yeah.” Pausing she licked her lips that were painted with a blood red gloss. “Couldn’t sleep.”
He swallowed as her lips pouted and he clenched his drink.
“That fight got me all… tight.” Buffy smirked as she leaned against the wood pillar opposite of Dean. The cool wind blew her blonde tresses across her face. She frowned before tucking the obnoxious strands behind her ear.
Dean starred at her with interest. If she hadn’t been such a bitch since he met her he would’ve guessed she was flirting with him. Either way he was interested.
“Was gonna go hit the bar. Have a few drinks… you in?” Her moss green eyes questioned him.
A few moments passed before he shrugged. “If you’re buying, I suppose I can risk being seen with an uptight bitch like yourself.” Laughing he lifted his arms slightly. “After you.”
“You’re a real ass Dean.” Buffy rolled her eyes and walked down the stairs her boots crunching the gravel as she crossed the dark parking lot.
Author: Lisa
Status: Completed
Chapter List: Prologue / Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three / Chapter Four / Chapter Five / Chapter Six / Epilogue
Rating: R (for violence, language and sexual situations)
Fandom: Supernatural/BtVS Crossover
Pairing: Buffy/Dean
Genre: Angst/Drama
Summary: Illusions are a devils game that blur the black and white lines to gray. Evil is back, but which form will it appear in?
Spoilers: All season of BtVS are fair game along with all episodes of SPN up to “Everyone Loves a Clown”
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all related characters are copyright The CW Network. No infringement intended. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. No infringement intended. “To make everything right is for God to just reach out and turn off the light!” is taken from a modern day nursery rhyme by Shel Silverstein, no infringement intended.
Distribution: Not without permission from myself.
AN: Huge thanks to moire2 for beta'ing this chapter for me. Any mistakes are mine. Feedback is love!
The night hadn’t been productive, which caused her frustration. No one in the police department seemed to know much about the case of the clown. She’d hit the morgue to see if she could get anything but their families had already picked up the bodies. Her last stop had been the crime scene. The place was clean with no signs of a demon being summoned; she hated dead ends almost as much as she hated being ordered around.
Standing in front of a seedy bar that made the Roudhouse look like a palace, she weighed her options. Going inside would require possible pleasantries with Dean, and she so wasn’t in the mood to deal with his arrogant bullshit. On the other hand, if Sam had uncovered some pieces of the puzzle she wanted in on it. With a resigned sigh, she pushed open the rotted wooden door and entered.
The smell of stale smoke, spilt beer and sweat invaded her nostrils causing her to crinkle her nose in protest. The layout was much the same as the Roadhouse, and she turned heading toward the large bar. Her green eyes scanned the patrons trying to find the two brothers. Spotting a tall mop of brown hair, she silently thanked Sam for his height as she made her way over.
Sam smirked as he watched the blonde walk through the crowd with graceful ease and nudged his brother who was slamming back a shot of Jack. “Dude, looks like you owe me fifty.”
Dean looked up and shook his head. “I’ll be damned. Princess decided to slum it with us.” His voice carried and he couldn’t help smirking as the blonde shot him an angry scowl.
Buffy ignored Dean’s comment and focused her gaze on Sam. “Hey.”
“You came.” Smiling brightly at her, he offered her his wooden bar stool
“Yeah.” Taking the proffered stool, she nodded to the bartender. “Scotch on the rocks with a dash of white rum.”
Dean watched with a shocked expression as the blonde stuck her delicate finger in the amber liquid and stirred the ice causing it to ‘clink’ against the glass. Chuckling nervously he nodded toward Buffy. “That’s an interesting drink you’ve got there.”
Her pink glossy lips closed around her finger and he could practically see her tongue lapping up the liquid. Inwardly groaning, he shifted in his seat and attempted to alleviate the tightness in his crotch. Just because he thought the blonde was a bitch didn’t mean that he didn’t want to do her up against the wall or, hell, on top of the bar.
“Picked it up on the way.” Buffy lifted the scratched glass and took a sip. The liquid burned her mouth and then throat as she swallowed. Wincing slightly, she remembered the first time that she had the drink.
Buffy and alcohol were very un-mixy. Memories of being cave-Buffy were still a reoccurring theme whenever she picked up a glass of alcohol, but she had been angry that night. The two had been hunting together for a few weeks when they had stumbled across a small vampire nest. Things would’ve been fine if one of them hadn’t smelled Spike on her. Apparently, the vamp was sired by her platinum blonde, Billy Idol, dead, ex-lover, good-friend Spike. She’d ended up taking a nasty beating before she snapped out of it and dusted the nest. Her partner had been kind enough to order her usual rum and coke - easy on the rum. With her night being so shitty, she decided against her usual and grabbed his drink slamming it back before he could argue. After that, her usual became his usual.
“On the way where, princess? That isn't the foofy shit sorority girls drink.” Dean winked at her.
“Good thing I’m not part of a sorority then. There a reason you’ve got a sudden interest in my drink choice?” Buffy tossed her golden locks over her shoulder while she stared at Dean, defiance in her eyes.
Dean clicked his tongue while he shook his head. “Sweetheart we’ve got an early morning and you’re bullshitting yourself if you think Sammy or I is gonna have any sympathy for your hangover tomorrow.” Grabbing his beer he disappeared through the crowd.
Buffy arched an eyebrow at the guy left standing. “Nice brother you’ve got there.” She watched carefully as Sam pulled up the stool Dean just vacated next to her.
“Yeah.” Sam took a long pull of his beer. His brother hadn’t been the same since the death of their father. He wasn’t quite sure what he was supposed to say. “Bad week.”
“Oh.” Buffy turned and made sure Dean wasn’t skulking behind them, a habit that she got from Angel’s constant lurking. “Here I thought it was about your Dad.”
She watched as Sam tightened his grip on his beer. “So, it is more than a week of badness.”
“How’d you…”
“It wasn’t Ellen. The woman is unbreakable.” Her frustrated sigh was loud enough that she was sure Sam heard it. Biting her lower lip, she decided what angle to work, either tell him that she had over-heard their conversation about their father or give a little insight into her. Not being too keen on having Sam alert Dean that there was perhaps more to her then she let on she resigned herself to sharing. “It’s just…” Buffy placed a schooled look of sadness on her face, she wasn’t ready to let him see how much she really knew about what he was going through. “Well you can always pick out the ones that lost someone close. Mostly because you’ve seen the same sad and pathetic expression in the mirror.”
Smirking sadly he nodded his head as she slammed her drink back. “Yeah, guess so.”
Silence hung between them as George Strait’s “Amarilo” drifted through the bar. Sounds of laughter and yelling laced through the words almost drowning out the lyrics.
“How long have you known Ellen?” He laughed and shook his head. “Sorry, awkward silence was getting to me.”
Buffy gave him a polite smile. “She’s my aunt so pretty much my whole life.” Slight lie since, for the majority of her life, she’d barely had any contact with the bar owner. Sam didn’t need to know Hank, her father, had disowned Ellen when she had married the ‘hoodlum’ against his wished.
Sam choked on his drink, coughing and sputtering as he tried to clear his air passage. “Aunt?” He managed to squeak the word out and his eyes danced with mirth as Buffy nodded. “That how she forced you to tag along?”
“Pretty much. She’s a frightening woman when she’s armed.” Of course, that wasn’t the reason she had come, but again Sam was on a need to know bases.
“Man, you should see Dean cower when Ellen comes after us.” He eyed the blonde, a nagging whisper in his mind. “So you’ve lived there your whole life?”
Shrugging, she tapped her glass on the bar and nodded when the bartender looked at her, signifying she wanted another drink. “Yeah, why?” Green eyes narrowed as she waited for his response.
“You just look familiar, like I’ve seen you before.”
“Nope, must be someone else. You know what they say, everyone’s got a twin.”
His dark locks fell into his eyes as he nodded his agreement. Sam’s brown eyes sought out his brother’s solid frame in the crowd and winced as he finally spotted Dean over by the pool table as he shoved a guy. “Damnit Dean!”
Hearing the commotion over the country tune that drifted through the place, Buffy turned her attention to the fight. She rolled her eyes as Dean punched a burly looking man. “He always this scrappy?”
“Just since...” His voice trailed off and he looked down at his shoes.
Her lips formed an ‘o’ and she nodded her head. “Hope he’s got a weapon on him because the pissed off mountain man is about to pull a knife.” Buffy threw down a few bills to cover her drink before she stood, sauntering out of the bar.
~*~
“Can I state for the record that I hate clowns!” Buffy dusted off her jeans and moaned when she saw a new hole that hadn’t been there before. Great, she thought, this was the third pair this month. They hadn’t managed to kill the demon-clown before it vanished leaving just a small puff of smoke. “What’s with the constant smiling? It’s all creepy and wrong! Clowns are wrong!” Shuddering she sauntered back toward the beat-up van that sat in the empty parking lot.
“Sammy, looks like goldilocks over here shares your fear.” Slapping his brothers back he grinned widely at the blonde. “You scared of the boogeyman too?” He watched her roll her mossy green eyes at him as he tossed the keys to his brother.. “Dude, I’m done driving this piece of shit.”
“Oh… poor Dean you compensate with your car?” Buffy glanced blatantly at his crotched before brushing passed him. She left him sputtering as she climbed into the passenger side of the van.
It was hard not using her full Slayer strength when she fought, but she hadn't been able to lose the brothers on a hunt. The two seemed to need to protect her. If they knew she could kick ass, they wouldn't worry about her. Still, she didn't want to give away her secrets just yet..
“Sweetheart, you want to take a joy ride all you’ve got to do is ask!” His voice boomed through the empty park grounds. Letting out a frustrated growl he hopped into the van. The blonde wasn’t much of a fighter but watching her lithe body bend and move definitely brought on some thoughts that he was sure would make the blonde flip him off or punch him.
~*~
Dean leaned against the old dented vending machine that was perched alongside the open sidewalk that faced the parking lot. His black scuffed up boot tapped against the rotten wood planks making a ‘thump’ noise to match the faint beat that was coming from the bar down the road.
Sam was holed up in their room trying to research the carnival. Dean lasted forty-five minutes before he busted out of the room for fresh air. His brother was throwing himself too heavy into the case, like he was trying to prove some fucking point. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath.
“There you are.”
Keeping his eyes closed he smirked that arrogant grin he knew pissed her off. “Miss me already princess?” Slowly he opened his eyelids as he cast a sideway glance at her. He twisted the cap off his coke and took a long pull, letting the fizz tickle his nose.
“I thought you were holed up in your room trying to get some beauty sleep.” Dark eyebrow rose as she smiled too sweetly at him and sauntered closer. Dark green eyes trailed down her lithe body as he got lost in the way her hips swayed as she walked.
“Yeah.” Pausing she licked her lips that were painted with a blood red gloss. “Couldn’t sleep.”
He swallowed as her lips pouted and he clenched his drink.
“That fight got me all… tight.” Buffy smirked as she leaned against the wood pillar opposite of Dean. The cool wind blew her blonde tresses across her face. She frowned before tucking the obnoxious strands behind her ear.
Dean starred at her with interest. If she hadn’t been such a bitch since he met her he would’ve guessed she was flirting with him. Either way he was interested.
“Was gonna go hit the bar. Have a few drinks… you in?” Her moss green eyes questioned him.
A few moments passed before he shrugged. “If you’re buying, I suppose I can risk being seen with an uptight bitch like yourself.” Laughing he lifted his arms slightly. “After you.”
“You’re a real ass Dean.” Buffy rolled her eyes and walked down the stairs her boots crunching the gravel as she crossed the dark parking lot.