Chapter Twelve - A Silly Thought
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The next morning, Buffy whistled a cheerful tune as she skipped into the kitchen. Joyce was making waffles for a still sleeping Sam and Dean.
“Good morning. Did you go out with the boys last night? I came down and didn’t see you.”
Buffy nodded, snatching a warm waffle from the pile.
“What did you three do?”
“Oh, not much. We just walked around town and bonded.”
Joyce smiled, “Well that sounds nice.”
Sam let out a yawn as he shuffled into the kitchen.
“Good morning Sam. I made waffles. Would you like some?”
Sam smiled and nodded, pouring a cup of coffee. Buffy spied the clock.
“Uh, I got to go.”
She grabbed another waffle, “Are we still meeting at the library later?”
Sam rubbed his sore neck, “Yeah, sure. I know Dean’s looking forward to it.”
Buffy smirked, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Why? Is he a glutton for punishment?”
She raced out the door, leaving Joyce confused by her question. Dean eventually joined Sam and Joyce in the kitchen. She poured him a cup which he gratefully accepted. Sam browsed the World News section of the paper while he ate breakfast. Dean leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping his coffee. Joyce saw the bandage on his forehead and drew concern.
“My goodness, what happened to you?”
“Oh, it’s nothing, a scratch….I uh…just had a little scuffle with a mugger – he tried to attack Sammy, thought he was a girl with that hair…..”
Sam glared at his brother.
“Well I’m glad to see you weren’t hurt too badly… I hear you’re meeting up with Buffy at school later?”
“Oh yeah, Sam’s dying to see the library.”
“Well, I’m glad you guys are getting along so well with my daughter, especially you Dean.”
Sam chuckled quietly.
“Why do you say that?”
“Oh, when you two were younger, I sort of got the impression you didn’t much like her.”
Joyce stopped unloading the dishwasher and smiled.
“Actually, your dad and I used to joke around about how you two might end up dating.”
Dean nearly choked on his coffee, “Uh, you did?”
Joyce nodded and laughed, “Yes, we actually thought about how funny it would be if you two ended up getting married.”
Dean chuckled awkwardly, “Wow, that’s – hilarious.”
“Oh, I can totally see that,” Sam added.
Dean glared at Sam who didn’t look up from the paper he was reading.
“I know. It was a silly thought when you two were just kids but now…well you’ve grown into such a nice, handsome, stable young man…I’m surprised Buffy hasn’t seen you as a dating prospect.”
“If you only knew,” Sam muttered under his breath.
Dean whipped his eyes at his brother who still had his head buried in the newspaper.
“Well, while you’re here, maybe something will happen.”
Joyce winked causing Dean to gasp softly.
Joyce grinned, “I’m kidding.”
Dean heard Sam’s muffled snickering and was about to shut him up when someone knocked on the front door.
“Oh, look at the time.”
Joyce picked up her purse and went to answer the front door.
Sam and Dean heard Joyce and crossed into the foyer. A weary John Winchester entered the house after giving Joyce a hug.
“I’ve got to get to work. Please help yourself to anything in the fridge and I will see you all later for dinner. Bye.”
John settled into the kitchen after retrieving a cup of coffee. All three men gathered at the kitchen, finishing off the waffles Joyce had made. Dean animatedly recalled the details of the previous night’s events hunting demons with Buffy. John took a sip of coffee and sat back.
“Sounds like you did well. And Buffy, you’ve seen her skill set?”
Dean shrugged casually, “Yeah, she’s pretty good.”
Sam rolled his eyes, “Dad, she’s amazing. She dove right in without fear and within a blink of an eye she took out eight demons.”
“Six,” Dean corrected, “I killed two of them, including the one that wanted to eat you.”
“Well, I’m glad that Buffy was there to look out for you…you mentioned a sparring match?”
A twinkle sparked in the elder son’s eyes.
“Oh that? I just mentioned that when she got better she’d have a chance against me so she challenged me to a match.”
John chuckled, “Son, I think you give yourself too much credit.”
Sam joined in on the laughter as Dean scowled.
“Are you serious? You’ve seen me in a fight.”
“Yes. You handle yourself pretty well but we’re talking about a Slayer…no human can match her skills.”
Dean slumped in his chair, “Oh I don’t know…I think I’d fare pretty well.”
“Yeah, if she had one hand tied behind her back, if she was blindfolded and if she wore earmuffs, maybe then you’d have a chance,” Sam teased.
John laughed as Dean shook his head.
“I’m sorry I missed it. I’ve been looking forward to assessing the breadth of her talent.”
“Well, you can go with us to the library later. That’s where she trains with her Watcher,” Sam said, “I think his name is Giles.”
Something sparked in John’s eyes but he remained silent.
“Dad, how do you know about all this Slayer stuff?”
“Sam,” Dean said curtly.
“It’s okay Dean,” John said, “I’ve been meaning to get into that. I promise I’ll tell you when we see Buffy…if you would excuse me, I’d really like a shower.”
John, Sam and Dean arrived at Sunnydale High school in the late afternoon. The last bell of the day was blaring through the hallway when the three Winchester men located the library. Sam released a breath when he entered the library. His eyes lit up at the stacks of ancient looking books.
Buffy had changed into her workout clothes and spied John and Dean. She strode over and gave John a hug. He gave her an affectionate smile.
“It’s good to see you Buffy.”
Giles emerged from his office, carrying a bunch of training equipment.
“Oh Giles, I’d like you to meet some people.”
Giles dropped the equipment on the mats set up in the middle of the library and eyed the two men curiously.
“This is John, an old friend of my mom’s…this is my Watcher…”
John and Rupert eyed each other with acknowledgement.
Sam and Dean exchanged looks of shock.
“You two know each other?” Buffy asked.
John and Rupert shook hands.
“Yes, it’s been a long time. I always knew you were meant for more than just a curatorship.”
Giles smiled appreciatively and eyed Sam and Dean.
“These are my boys, Sam, and my eldest Dean.”
“Okay guys, what’s the sitch?” Buffy asked.
Dean whipped around and eyed her oddly, “What’s the what? Are you passing English?”
Buffy shot him a look.
“So share Giles.”
“Perhaps we can have tea after your training?”
She sighed and shrugged, “Fine. Fight now, tea later.”
John and Dean watched from the sidelines as Buffy started sparring with Giles. Sam left after a time and went to explore the stacks.
Giles had two large pads around his arms and did his best to block Buffy’s powerful punches. She followed the punches with a combination of spin kicks and roundhouse kicks. After six minutes, Giles called a timeout. He hunched over wheezing. Sam came out from the stacks when he didn’t hear any fighting going on.
“Perhaps we can have that tea now?”
Buffy frowned, disappointed.
“But I thought we were going to do the staff fighting thing, you know where I say “battle!” and then proceed to whack you with a stick.”
Giles wiped the coat of sweat from his forehead.
“Dean, why don’t you jump in? See how you fare?” John suggested.
“Oh-hell yeah! Let’s get it on little girl,” Dean challenged.
He ran onto the mat, shedding his coat as Giles retrieved two long wooden staffs and tossed one to each of them.
“Watch and learn Sammy.”
“Someone’s a little too confident for their own good,” Buffy replied.
Buffy casually threw the staff from one hand to the other.
“Ah you just watch me Summers, I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.”
“Doubt it,” she said, smiling, “Don’t think because I’ve known you so long that I’m going to go easy on you.”
“Give me all you got – Barbie.”
Buffy snapped into her game face.
“Twenty bucks says she kicks his ass,” John replied, smirking from cheek to cheek.
“Dad!” Sam replied. A slow smile cracked his face, “Make it fifty.”
After another minute, John thought of something, “Dean perhaps you and Buffy should create a safe word, in case things get too intense.”
“What? Are you serious? She’s not going to hurt me that bad.”
Buffy cocked her head, “Oh I don’t know, I might. You did tease me a lot when I was kid, I may just embrace my childhood trauma…”
“Oh, I’m soooo scared – not.”
“Okay, then the safe word is muffin
“Are you kidding me?”
“What? If you’re not going to say it, you shouldn’t have a problem with it.”
He rolled his eyes, “Fine.”
She readied herself for battle.
“Battle!” she cried.
Sam crossed over to Giles as Buffy charged toward Dean, shoving her staff out. He blocked her attack and countered with his own. She blocked his attacks, jumping up when he tried to swipe her legs from under her. The force of her blows sent him back as she struck the staff straight forward. Dean blocked the hit and countered. They used the entire length of the library, lunging onto tables, backing into shelves and smashing into walls.
Buffy managed to snag Dean’s staff from his grip, leaving him defenseless. She grinned wickedly as she quickly followed her attack by striking his head. Dean dodged out of the way and caught her staff in his hands. Now it was a struggle for control of the staff. Buffy swung her staff around, flipping Dean to the ground. He rolled just as the staff was about to hit his head.
“Battle!” she cried excitedly as she charged at him with her staff.
Dean caught the staff in his hands again as the struggle for control unfolded for the second time. He took the gloves off, kicking out at her legs. She jumped up and out of the way, yanking the staff toward her, pulling Dean to the ground. She lunged on top of him as they went into hand to hand combat across the mats.
Sam watched wide eyed as his brother was taking hits in the face by the tiny girl they had grown up with. Dean wasn’t completely unmatched as he managed to get some good punches in, despite being blocked.
Buffy pulled out all the stops, springing into the air and doing a spin kick. She made contact with Dean’s side, sending him flying back into a row of chairs. Stunned, he quickly shook it off as she charged toward him again. She propped her foot out and hit him hard in solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him. She saw the look of defeat on his face and grinned.
“Say it Dean.”
His chest heaved up and down, “Hell…no..”
She shook her head as she attacked him with a punch combo that he barely blocked. He came back to counterattack but was too exhausted to have much power behind them.
“Say it,” she said.
He answered with silence. Buffy lunged forward into a spin kick. He managed to block her but she launched a second attack, even more powerful than the next, not holding back. She got him in a head lock, tackled him down to the ground and contorted his body into a pretzel.
“Crap!...okay! okay god dammit…”
“Uh, I didn’t hear the safe word.”
“Oh Christ! Muffin!...Muffin!”
She erupted into giggles and let him go. Sam whistled and applauded. Dean let out a soft groan as he started to sit up, thought against it and stretched back onto the mat. After five minutes, Sam stopped laughing