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blue_bells» Title: The Hum-Drum-Vee
» Fandom: Supernatural, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
» Warnings: Crossover
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Dean Winchester/Buffy Summers
» Summary: When the slayers had rolled into town, Sam and Dean thought people were talking about the thrash metal band.
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When the slayers had rolled into town, Sam and Dean thought people were talking about the thrash metal band.
They were surprised by the convoy of Humvees that appeared at their motel, even more stunned by the twelve or thirteen women that spilled out when they parked in the lot.
Sam and Dean exchanged a wide-eyed look of awe, bordering on glee.
“What the hell –?” Sam had peered closer through the window while Dean considered celebrating.
“I think something has finally gone right in our lives.”
The women scattered in every direction around the building and Dean realised they were establishing a perimeter, though the lead driver of the convoy was taking a very different approach.
She was a petite blonde, in her denim jeans and camisole, looking like she had pulled up for a weekend with the girls. She took her time climbing out and was arguing with someone on her cellphone.
“No, we just pulled in. No -- no, no!” She growled and leaned back against the driver door. “Do you know the reason I left the states, Rufus? The world never ends in Europe – and I always cleaned up my own mess. Yes! Yes, you owe me.”
She snapped the cellphone shut and Dean bolted for the door.
Sam startled and grabbed his brother’s sleeve. “Dean, did you see those women? They could be some kind of demonic paramilitary force –“
He cut off abruptly when his phone trilled and they both looked at his jacket pocket.
“Or they could be a camp of hot, gorgeous women in want of a man?” Dean countered, looking pleased.
Sam held up a hand that pleaded for Dean to wait as he answered the phone. “Hello?”
Dean grinned and slipped out the door, Sam cursed and leaped around the couch after him.
“Rufus? Hey, man, it’s not a really good….”
He skidded to a stop at the doorframe and watched as Dean sidled up to the convoy under the November sun.
Sam blinked, clutching the phone tighter. “… What?”
The grin that spread on Dean’s face was genuine when the blonde woman noticed him. He hadn’t had an opportunity for an old fashioned pick-up since… before he was resurrected.
That was a sobering thought.
When the woman unfolded her arms and pushed off from the car, Dean was pleased by her interest. She made no play at ignoring him, pushing her sunglasses up to her hair. She squinted, a hand shading her eyes against the sun, looked him over and tilted her head.
“Dean Winchester, right?”
Dean stopped short.
“Goddamnit,” He muttered and rounded on his heel, because anybody who knew his name before he’d opened his mouth meant business. And Dean wanted anything but business right now.
“Hey!” The woman called, insulted.
Dean was insulted by the universe that couldn’t give him a woman without a catch. He waited anyway and scowled when she caught up to him.
She wasn’t smiling either. The look in her eyes was stern and professional.
“Rufus Turner sent us,” She offered her right hand, “I’m Buffy.”
Dean frowned at the offered hand. “You’re who?”
Buffy’s eyes narrowed under the shade of her other hand. “Buffy Summers. I’m your cavalry.”
Dean had heard that full name before. He took her hand and rolled it overin his memory. It wasn't until she squeezed the hand shake did the realisation click, like the bones of his fingers crushed together.
Dean jerked his hand back. “The vampire slayer?”
“Hey,” Sam appeared at Dean’s other side and absolutely towered over Buffy. She lowered the hand shading her eyes as Sam set his hands on his hips, he looked excited. “Rufus sent them. They’re all slayers, man. They’re here to help.”
“So, is this your first apocalypse?” Buffy glanced between them, waving a hand when their faces suggested she was crazy, “I’ve lived through more than I have fingers for, one even totalled my high school town, sucking it into hell. But I’ve never ever engaged The Big Bad himself. And angels?”
She laughed, incredulously.
Sam nudged his brother in the arm. “Why don’t you fill her in and I’ll just… yeah.”
Sam hastened his retreat to their motel room. Dean wondered if he’d already stashed a girl there in the minutes Dean had his back turned. Sneaky bitch.
“Come on,” Dean resigned and motioned to the Humvee, “I’ll buy you a drink.”
» Fandom: Supernatural, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
» Warnings: Crossover
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Dean Winchester/Buffy Summers
» Summary: When the slayers had rolled into town, Sam and Dean thought people were talking about the thrash metal band.
» A/N: Originally written here for
atomic89 in comment_fic. When the slayers had rolled into town, Sam and Dean thought people were talking about the thrash metal band.
They were surprised by the convoy of Humvees that appeared at their motel, even more stunned by the twelve or thirteen women that spilled out when they parked in the lot.
Sam and Dean exchanged a wide-eyed look of awe, bordering on glee.
“What the hell –?” Sam had peered closer through the window while Dean considered celebrating.
“I think something has finally gone right in our lives.”
The women scattered in every direction around the building and Dean realised they were establishing a perimeter, though the lead driver of the convoy was taking a very different approach.
She was a petite blonde, in her denim jeans and camisole, looking like she had pulled up for a weekend with the girls. She took her time climbing out and was arguing with someone on her cellphone.
“No, we just pulled in. No -- no, no!” She growled and leaned back against the driver door. “Do you know the reason I left the states, Rufus? The world never ends in Europe – and I always cleaned up my own mess. Yes! Yes, you owe me.”
She snapped the cellphone shut and Dean bolted for the door.
Sam startled and grabbed his brother’s sleeve. “Dean, did you see those women? They could be some kind of demonic paramilitary force –“
He cut off abruptly when his phone trilled and they both looked at his jacket pocket.
“Or they could be a camp of hot, gorgeous women in want of a man?” Dean countered, looking pleased.
Sam held up a hand that pleaded for Dean to wait as he answered the phone. “Hello?”
Dean grinned and slipped out the door, Sam cursed and leaped around the couch after him.
“Rufus? Hey, man, it’s not a really good….”
He skidded to a stop at the doorframe and watched as Dean sidled up to the convoy under the November sun.
Sam blinked, clutching the phone tighter. “… What?”
The grin that spread on Dean’s face was genuine when the blonde woman noticed him. He hadn’t had an opportunity for an old fashioned pick-up since… before he was resurrected.
That was a sobering thought.
When the woman unfolded her arms and pushed off from the car, Dean was pleased by her interest. She made no play at ignoring him, pushing her sunglasses up to her hair. She squinted, a hand shading her eyes against the sun, looked him over and tilted her head.
“Dean Winchester, right?”
Dean stopped short.
“Goddamnit,” He muttered and rounded on his heel, because anybody who knew his name before he’d opened his mouth meant business. And Dean wanted anything but business right now.
“Hey!” The woman called, insulted.
Dean was insulted by the universe that couldn’t give him a woman without a catch. He waited anyway and scowled when she caught up to him.
She wasn’t smiling either. The look in her eyes was stern and professional.
“Rufus Turner sent us,” She offered her right hand, “I’m Buffy.”
Dean frowned at the offered hand. “You’re who?”
Buffy’s eyes narrowed under the shade of her other hand. “Buffy Summers. I’m your cavalry.”
Dean had heard that full name before. He took her hand and rolled it overin his memory. It wasn't until she squeezed the hand shake did the realisation click, like the bones of his fingers crushed together.
Dean jerked his hand back. “The vampire slayer?”
“Hey,” Sam appeared at Dean’s other side and absolutely towered over Buffy. She lowered the hand shading her eyes as Sam set his hands on his hips, he looked excited. “Rufus sent them. They’re all slayers, man. They’re here to help.”
“So, is this your first apocalypse?” Buffy glanced between them, waving a hand when their faces suggested she was crazy, “I’ve lived through more than I have fingers for, one even totalled my high school town, sucking it into hell. But I’ve never ever engaged The Big Bad himself. And angels?”
She laughed, incredulously.
Sam nudged his brother in the arm. “Why don’t you fill her in and I’ll just… yeah.”
Sam hastened his retreat to their motel room. Dean wondered if he’d already stashed a girl there in the minutes Dean had his back turned. Sneaky bitch.
“Come on,” Dean resigned and motioned to the Humvee, “I’ll buy you a drink.”
