Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. Supernatural and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. I make no profit from this fiction. All the characters herein belong in somebody else’s toy box. I just take them out to play once in a while.
A/N: One shot short scene from my 'A Forever Kind of Love' Universe. This is the second story - If you haven't read the first, Buffy and Dean are together and have two adorable twin babies, Tara and Johnny. The first part is called Broken Sleep.
The sight that greeted Buffy as she entered the kitchen, was nothing less than chaotic. There, by the breakfast island, was Dean, perched on a stool in front of two highchairs. And somewhere in the highchairs, beneath the mountains of processed breakfast foods, were her eleven month old babies.
"Buffy, Sweetheart. Help?" Dean looked at her from beneath his eyelashes in (what he hoped was) a cute, kicked puppy kind of way. His hair had streaks of yellow goo in it, his bare chest was covered with blobs of chewed banana and he looked like he had been ten rounds with a slime demon! She looked over to where Tara was giggling at Johnny, who had decided his breakfast dish worked much better as a hat.
She couldn't help it, she laughed. Not a little giggle, but a full out laugh! "Hold on one second Honey, I'll be right back."
Dean sighed with relief, she probably went to run a bath for the two little demons in the highchairs. He wiped his hand across his forehead, watching as Johnny flung a chubby hand out and wiped more goo down Tara's sleep suit.
Suddenly there was a loud bang from the doorway. His head whipped round to see what was going on... just in time for -
"Oh that's perfect! Sam will LOVE this!" Buffy chuckled. Dean launched out of his chair and she sped round the breakfast island keeping between her and him.
The twins giggles sounded out loud as they watched Dadda chase Momma round the kitchen, trying to relieve her of her camera!