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blue_bells» Title: Change of Meeting Venue
» Fandom: Supernatural, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel the Series
» Warnings: Crossover
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Angel/Spike/Xander/Sam/Dean
» Summary: Wherein good and evil awkwardly share a hotel jacuzzi.
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Everyone seemed to be mistaking Angel’s jacuzzi for the communal swimming pool.
First it was Spike, dragging a reluctant Xander behind him and Angel had immediately felt sorry for the guy. This couldn’t have been what Xander had expected when Spike invited him to Beverly Hills for the weekend, localised Hellverse aside.
Spike took advantage of Angel’s mental fatigue and kneeled in next to him with only an arched eyebrow daring Angel for a challenge. If he hadn’t brought Xander, Angel would have kicked his smug ass out the door. It was rude to assault friends in each other’s company.
The older vampire leaned his head back on the tub’s rim as Xander climbed in and Angel shrugged off his look of apology.
It had been a long week.
Then there were the two latecomers who rifled through Angel’s entire presidential suite before stopping in the open-space archway connecting the jacuzzi to the living room. They and Xander looked sort of stunned. Angel was a bit curious himself.
The taller man frowned. “Uh….?”
Spike gestured between Angel and the two men hovering awkwardly by the towel rack.
“These are some mates of mine, said they were passing through and I told ‘em to stop by.”
The shorter, stockier man glared at Spike and motioned with the box of pizza Angel hadn’t noticed at first.
“Spike, you said to bring pizza because you had intel on Lucifer; what the hell is with the Jacuzzi?”
Xander held up his hands, bewildered. “Whoa. Guys. Could we take a minute here and –“
“Xander… Angel,” Spike interrupted, calmly and pointed at each of the men in turn, “This is Sam and Dean. Winchester.”
Well, that changed a lot. Angel stared in interest.
“Oh. I knew your father. I’m… sorry.”
Spike punched him in the arm, face twisted in disbelief. “Blokes don’t want to hear about their father from a stranger in a Jacuzzi, Angel. Bloody hell.”
The taller one, Sam, shook his head in disbelief and turned his back. “This is too weird.”
“Sam, turn that tight ass around and get in the tub. You probably stink of road trip, yeah? I can tell. And bring us that pizza, I wasn’t kidding,” Spike said and gave the men his most patronising stare until the one named Dean rolled his eyes and shucked off his jacket.
“If this was anyone else, Spike –“
“There’d better not be any anchovies or the devil’s running free tonight.”
Xander blinked in confusion even as he shuffled closer to Spike, making space. "You... can't even eat that...."
Spike's glare was droll. "You eat, don't you?"
It looked like the week wasn’t over yet.
Angel rubbed a hand over his eyes and wondered just when he had yielded control of his own bathroom.
» Fandom: Supernatural, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel the Series
» Warnings: Crossover
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Angel/Spike/Xander/Sam/Dean
» Summary: Wherein good and evil awkwardly share a hotel jacuzzi.
» A/N: Originally written here for
daria234 in comment_fic.Everyone seemed to be mistaking Angel’s jacuzzi for the communal swimming pool.
First it was Spike, dragging a reluctant Xander behind him and Angel had immediately felt sorry for the guy. This couldn’t have been what Xander had expected when Spike invited him to Beverly Hills for the weekend, localised Hellverse aside.
Spike took advantage of Angel’s mental fatigue and kneeled in next to him with only an arched eyebrow daring Angel for a challenge. If he hadn’t brought Xander, Angel would have kicked his smug ass out the door. It was rude to assault friends in each other’s company.
The older vampire leaned his head back on the tub’s rim as Xander climbed in and Angel shrugged off his look of apology.
It had been a long week.
Then there were the two latecomers who rifled through Angel’s entire presidential suite before stopping in the open-space archway connecting the jacuzzi to the living room. They and Xander looked sort of stunned. Angel was a bit curious himself.
The taller man frowned. “Uh….?”
Spike gestured between Angel and the two men hovering awkwardly by the towel rack.
“These are some mates of mine, said they were passing through and I told ‘em to stop by.”
The shorter, stockier man glared at Spike and motioned with the box of pizza Angel hadn’t noticed at first.
“Spike, you said to bring pizza because you had intel on Lucifer; what the hell is with the Jacuzzi?”
Xander held up his hands, bewildered. “Whoa. Guys. Could we take a minute here and –“
“Xander… Angel,” Spike interrupted, calmly and pointed at each of the men in turn, “This is Sam and Dean. Winchester.”
Well, that changed a lot. Angel stared in interest.
“Oh. I knew your father. I’m… sorry.”
Spike punched him in the arm, face twisted in disbelief. “Blokes don’t want to hear about their father from a stranger in a Jacuzzi, Angel. Bloody hell.”
The taller one, Sam, shook his head in disbelief and turned his back. “This is too weird.”
“Sam, turn that tight ass around and get in the tub. You probably stink of road trip, yeah? I can tell. And bring us that pizza, I wasn’t kidding,” Spike said and gave the men his most patronising stare until the one named Dean rolled his eyes and shucked off his jacket.
“If this was anyone else, Spike –“
“There’d better not be any anchovies or the devil’s running free tonight.”
Xander blinked in confusion even as he shuffled closer to Spike, making space. "You... can't even eat that...."
Spike's glare was droll. "You eat, don't you?"
It looked like the week wasn’t over yet.
Angel rubbed a hand over his eyes and wondered just when he had yielded control of his own bathroom.
