Chapter Thirteen - Revelations
Chapter Thirteen - Revelations
Giles brewed a pot of tea in his office. Everyone, including a very sore Dean, gathered around one of the tables and settled into the chairs. Giles poured cups of tea while icing his shoulder.
“Okay time to dish,” Buffy replied.
John sat forward, “If you could hold off interrupting with questions until the end, I’d appreciate it.”
He took a short sip from the tea cup and began.
“About fifteen years ago, when I was working a case in Rochester, New York, I was approached by a man named Frederick Eddington, he was a representative for the Watchers Council in London….he was the one who told me about the existence of Slayers….at first, I thought he was just a crazy old man…until he showed journals of previous Watchers – detailed accounts of the demons their charges faced, doomsday scenarios that were averted, of what a Slayer’s abilities were….
“Once I had sifted through all the journals, he stated that his intentions were to recruit me…Of course, I turned him down but I always wondered what it would have been like to guide a girl with the weight of the world on her shoulders…”
John reviewed the reactions of his sons.
“One question at a time please,” he said.
Sam straightened in his seat, “Why didn’t you ever tell us this before?”
“Honestly, I haven’t thought much about it since Buffy revealed she was the Slayer…there were other pressing issues in our life Sam.”
“How do you know Giles?” Buffy asked.
“While I was in London, I needed information on an artifact involved in a string of murders in New Hampshire…Giles was working as a curator at the museum…after a time, it became obvious we had common interests.”
“When were you in London and why?” Dean asked.
“It was about four years ago. I was looking into a case for a colleague of mine, the demon involved managed to leave the country…I followed the trail to London.”
Dean’s eyes widened with amazement, “You tracked a demon across an ocean?”
“I did what I had to.”
John eyed the clock on the wall.
“Anymore questions I can answer? Boys? Buffy?”
All three shook their heads.
“Okay, then we should head out. I believe your mother is expecting us for dinner.”
John got up and shook hands with Giles. Sam and Dean tried to digest what they had learned while walking to the car.
“Okay, I think I’ve hit my limit in terms of mind boggling revelations….I don’t know if I can handle anymore.” Dean replied.
“Yeah, who knew that dad could have been a Watcher.”
Buffy skipped behind the two, still energized from her sparring match, she retrieved a lollipop from her purse and stuck it in her mouth. Dean glanced over to see her rolling the lollipop around. She caught him looking and pulled the lollipop out.
“You want a lick?”
“Uh, no thanks.”
After dinner, John and Joyce settled into the kitchen for coffee and adult conversation while Sam and Dean lounged in the living room. Buffy descended the stairs wearing a dark blue velvet dress and some knee high black boots. Dean eyed her state of dress.
“Is that what you’re wearing on patrol?”
“It’s Friday night. I’m meeting up with some friends at the Bronze. It’s a club in the bad side of town. Want to come with?”
“So no patrolling tonight?”
Buffy looked Dean over and chuckled, “Wow, you really are a glutton for punishment. Haven’t you been beaten up enough today?”
Dean frowned, “Hey, I was just asking…you do have responsibilities.”
She rolled her eyes, “Yeah, I know but I still like to try and have some fun. I’ll make one pass through town and then I want to go and be a teenage girl. Are you guys coming or not?”
“Uh, I don’t know,” Sam said.
“Will there be girls Sammy’s age?”
“Dude, you’re going.”
As they headed toward the cemetery, Buffy noticed Dean rubbing the back of his neck.
“Are you sure you want to patrol?”
“What? Yeah, I’m fine…don’t go getting on your high horse…you didn’t hurt me….”
“Oh, so that wasn’t you who squealed like a pig when I twisted you into a gooey pretzel?”
Dean scoffed, “I don’t recall that at all.”
She rolled her eyes and sighed. After a minute, she heard something in the near distance. She twisted around and spotted four vampires boldly cruising through the cemetery. She darted toward them, the guys on her heels. The vampires stopped, hearing a rustling nearby. Buffy walked right up behind them and tapped one of the vamp’s on the shoulder. The vamp swung around.
“Boo!” she said, plunging her stake into the vamp’s heart.
The other three vamps froze in surprise.
“Okay, let’s make this quick because I’ve got plans.”
She got into her fighting stance. One of the vampire’s growled, eyed his two buddies and then took off running. The remaining two took off in another direction. She swung her eyes quickly in both directions.
“You guys mind if we split up? We’ll cover more ground. I’ll take those two. You can have that one…”
The three ambled in separate directions when Buffy pivoted and started walking backwards.
“Oh, if you happen to run into a vampire named Angel, don’t kill him.”
“Why not?” asked Dean.
“Because he’s a good vampire.”
He chuckled, “A good vampire? There’s no such thing. That’s like saying there are smart cheerleaders.”
Buffy frowned, “Hey! Don’t make me use this stake on you!”
She turned back around and headed after the two vampires.
Half an hour later, Buffy returned to find Sam and Dean in the clearing.
“Did you find the one?”
“Yeah, we caught up to him,” Dean said.
“Oh, good. Did you run into Angel?”
“Uh, if we did, we didn’t know it.”
Her face knitted with disappointment.
“Well, let’s go be kids now.”
Buffy guided the guys through town toward the Bronze. She kept her eyes moving around the streets and down the dark alleys. Dean noticed she had become uncharacteristically quiet.
“Are you looking for something or someone?”
“Huh? Oh. No. I was just looking for…some….one.”
“For this Angel?”
“Uh…is it that obvious?”
“What’s his deal?”
Buffy brought her eyes back to the sidewalk ahead as she went into the details of Angel and the gypsy curse.
“Sounds like this Angelus was one evil bastard…now he’s just - neutered.”
Buffy frowned, “I wouldn’t say that. He’s…tame.”
“Yeah, he’s a tame puppy with fangs. You trust him?”
She nodded, “He’s provided important information when we needed it. He’s on our side, trust me.”
At the Bronze, Buffy weaved through the crowds of teenagers, searching for her friends. She found them at a table near the bar.
“Hey guys, I’d like you to meet some friends of mine. This is Sam and his brother Dean. This is Xander and Willow.”
“Oh Willow, resident brain,” Dean replied.
Willow looked confused, not sure whether he had insulted her. Buffy, Sam and Dean took a seat at the table.
“So how long have you all been friends?” Willow asked.
“Oh, we go way back,” Buffy answered.
“Oh, cool,” Willow replied.
She grinned at Dean.
“In fact, Dean’s had this secret crush on me for like a decade and he didn’t think I knew.”
Xander and Willow regarded him as he chuckled awkwardly.
“Oh, ha ha you’re hilarious….I’m going to the bar.”
"Okay, would you get me a…muffin?”
Buffy and Sam chuckled as Dean charged away. Buffy swept her eyes around the club, her face slightly hopeful.
“Have you seen…”
Willow noticed the longing in her eyes, “No, sorry.”
Buffy slumped in her chair, “Oh.”
Sam rifled through his bag and removed a pocketbook. Buffy’s eyes widened.
“Oh Sam, you are not going to read.”
“Why not? This place is kind of boring.”
Buffy sighed and turned to Willow, “Book friend meet my book friend…now talk about books – my friends.”
She smiled, proud of her little quip before easing off of her stool and onto her feet. She wandered through the club a couple of times until her hope faded. She was heading back to the table when someone appeared out of nowhere and stepped in front of her. Her face brightened.
“Hi. I wasn’t sure you were going to be here,” she said, her eyes twinkling.
“I’ve been here awhile.”
Buffy was surprised, “Oh. Why didn’t you come over?”
“I saw that you came here with – company.”
“Oh. Those guys are just friends.”
“One of them doesn’t look at you in a friend kind of way.”
“Yeah, he looks at me in an annoyed kind of way, that’s all.”
Dean returned to the table to find Sam and Willow engaged in a conversation. Xander was listening intently, his eyes wide, his jaw hung low in awe.
“What are they talking about?”
“I have no idea,” Xander replied.
Xander gave up listening and went back to people watching. Dean took his seat and joined in on the browsing. His eyes stopped on a tall guy talking to Buffy.
“Who’s the guy?”
Xander followed his eyes. “Oh, that’s Angel.”
Willow broke away from her conversation to get a peek at Angel and Buffy.
“Oh, he came after all.”
“That’s Angel? The vampire with a soul? Seriously?”
“That’s him. You seem surprised,” Willow assessed.
“Well, he’s not what I pictured. I figured he was old with a fu- a messed up face…not some dude who looks like he was ripped out of a CW show.”
Dean watched Buffy’s behavior with Angel. He saw her smile dreamily at him, how close they stood in proximity to each other, how his hand brushed against hers and how it made her blush.
“Okay, someone want to tell me why Angel seems to be more than just a reliable source of information?”
“Oh, you don’t know?” Xander asked.
“Buffy and Angel kissed one time and he showed his grr face…” Willow blurted.
“Way to be subtle Will.”
“Are you kidding me? She made out with a vampire? I knew she liked them older but Jesus, she’s taken it to a whole new level.”
Dean couldn’t stop staring at the intimate interaction between Buffy and Angel. Sam grinned.
“What’s the big deal Dean? Are you jealous?”
Dean snapped his eyes away and scoffed, “Hey, if she’s got a death wish, that’s not my problem.”
“Buffy, your friend is – staring at you, us.”
“The annoyed one?”
Angel nodded. She drew out a breath.
“Do me a favor? Dance with me?”
She took his hand and guided him to the dance floor as a slow song played through the speakers. She wrapped his arms around her waist.
“Is he still looking?”
Angel glanced quickly over, “Uh. Yes….Buffy, is there something going on between you two?”
She rolled her eyes, “It’ll be going on until we’re in nursing homes.”
He frowned in confusion.
She saw his skepticism and clung tighter to him.
“You have nothing to be concerned about. He’s not interested in me, he’s just being – overprotective…it’s a long story and I really don’t want to talk about it because I’m enjoying dancing with you.”
Buffy smiled up at him.
Dean shifted his feet as he watched Buffy dance with Angel. Angel was brushing a hand her over face, holding Buffy tightly against him. He kissed the top of her forehead.
“I really don’t like that guy,” Dean grumbled.
Xander’s eyes brightened, “Neither do I! Want to start a club?”
TO BE CONTINUED-
That's it for now....Dean confronts Buffy about her growing feelings for Angel and things will heat up on both sides.....