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Pink & Blue Pillows

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This story is No. 2 in the series "Pillows". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Sam tossed her a pink pillow, and grabbed a blue one from his bed.

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Supernatural > Buffy-Centered > Pairing: Dean WinchesterDemongirlFR151398041,3292 Jun 072 Jun 07Yes
Title: Pink & Blue Pillows
Author: Demongirl
Disclaimer: Everything Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Supernatural belongs to their respective creators, not me.


It had been going on for hours. Sam was tired of not being able to do anything. Buffy and Dean always locked the door when they were going at it, sexually or verbally. This time it was the latter. Sighing, Sam resigned himself to waiting. The voices were so loud that he could hear everything clearly, even without his ear pressed to the wall.

“What the hell did you think you were doing, Dean?”

“My job, darlin’, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me the next time I get the insane urge to do my job!”

“I can chain you to the bed and throw away the key, that’d serve you right for wanting to go out and almost get killed again!”

“You wouldn’t dare throw away that key, so don’t be ridiculous. You like it way too much when the cuffs and key are at our disposal, goldilocks, now don’t deny it.”

“I will goddamned deny it, I’ll deny whatever the hell I want, it doesn’t change the fact that you almost died out there, and didn’t even tell anyone that you were going out there in the first place!”

“You’re not my mother,” at this point Sam winced involuntarily, “but at times it feels like you’ve got a tracking device attached to me, so don’t you try and make me check in with you whenever I go out!”

“Yeah, well, maybe I should install a tracking device under your skin, God knows it’s so goddamned thick!”

“Fuck you, sweetheart.”

So on and so forth for another entire hour. Dean threw angry words at Buffy, Buffy threw them right back.

Sam heard their door being opened violently, and then shut, twice as violently, followed by the slamming of the front door. He prepared himself for the sight that would greet him at his door soon. Ten minutes, tops.

Less than six and a half minutes later, Buffy appeared in the doorway. Her face was shattered, tearful, devastated, but there was a sad sort of determination. Sam gazed at her, and his eyes reflected understanding, love, and feelings that would not go away until he had comforted Buffy and given Dean a black eye.

Her pink pillow had already been in his hand when Buffy entered his room. Sam tossed her the pillow, and grabbed a blue one from his bed.


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