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Buffy shook her head as she turned the tv off and glanced over at her sister, seated next to her on the couch. "That was so..." She gestured in the air with the remote.
"Lame?" Dawn supplied.
"Worse than lame." Buffy muttered.
"But you only watch it for Dean, anyway." Dawn grinned. "So what difference does it make?"
Buffy set the remote down on the coffee table and stood up to stretch. "The point is, I know what it's like to wake up in a coffin, and-" She tilted her head. "Okay, sure, the slayer strength helped a lot, but it's not like she was trapped under six feet of earth, too. She can use a shotgun, but she can't kick her way out of an old wooden box?"
"You mean you noticed that?" Dawn teased. "You know, your eyes glaze over when Dean's on tv. I don't think you ever looked at Riley like that."
"It's just a show." Buffy retorted. "It's not like Dean Winchester's going to show up at my door, asking for help with vampires." She stood perfectly still, her gaze shifting toward the front door.
Dawn giggled. "You're pathetic."
"Hey! It worked for Willow sometimes. She'd be all, 'I wish Buffy was here.' and I'd show up."
"You do know that Dean Winchester isn't real, right?" Buffy's sister smirked.
Buffy grabbed a cushion from the couch and flung it at Dawn. "Shut up."
Dawn stumbled back against the couch and tossed the cushion aside. "What, you're mad now?" She laughed. "Because I insulted your fake boyfriend?" She frowned when Buffy turned away from her. "Seriously?"
"No. God!" Buffy looked annoyed. "You don't even get it. I know it sounds stupid, okay? But I guess I just think sometimes, if he was real, it would be nice. No hiding who I am, and he wouldn't be as teutonic as Riley."
"You don't even know what that means!" Dawn blurted.
"Yes, I do."
"Okay." The brunette folded her arms across her chest. "What does it mean?"
Buffy frowned as she tried to think of a reasonable definition.
"Just admit you don't know!" Dawn rolled her eyes.
"Whatever. The point is, I think if a guy like that really existed, I'd do whatever I could to keep him in my life. Is it so weird that I like a guy on tv, anyway? I dated vampires."
"But you're never going to meet him. He's not real. I think you're just using this show as a sort of crutch or what have you, because you're too afraid to be with someone else." Dawn shook her head. "And if you really think about it, he wouldn't even be with you for very long anyway. You've seen how he is. He'd be gone in three days if he showed up here."
Buffy sat down on the couch and looked at the tv, even though it was off. She sighed. "It wouldn't be the first time a guy left me."
Dawn sat next to her and hugged her.
"I know how stupid it is for me to be interested in someone I can never have. Been there, done that. Remember? And it would be great if there was a human guy out there that did what we do and didn't go around letting vampires turn him into a personal tap. I just wish Dean was real." Buffy mumbled.
Dawn's eyes widened. "No! Buffy, take it back. You know that always leads to-"
The doorbell rang.
"Trouble." Dawn finished.
Buffy stood up and glanced at Dawn. "Relax. There's no way that could be...anybody. I mean, not him. It's coincidence. I have it on good authority that coincidence is very possible." She walked through the living room. "Good thing about the leprechauns, though." She muttered to herself, opening the door.