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Summary: A Look at the Lifetime Relationship between the Slayer and the Hunter

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Supernatural > Buffy-Centered > Pairing: Dean WinchestersuperslayerFR1867381,87820244119,98517 Mar 0923 Aug 12No

Chapter Sixteen – Friends and Enemies Part 2

“Sam!” Dean hollered.

Sam was on the ground, trying to hold off a vampire from biting him. He swiped his eyes over to Dean.

Dean reached into his pocket and tossed Sam his wooden knife. Two vampires tackled Dean down to the ground, knocking the crossbow out of his reach. He kicked a vamp off him and rolled over to the crossbow. He fired the bolt, hitting the vamp in the chest. The second vamp kicked him in the face, knocking him back down to the ground. As the vamp closed in on him, it suddenly exploded into dust.

Dean looked up to see Buffy standing over him, gripping a stake. Before they could exchange any words, two vamps attacked her. She jumped into the air and drove her legs out, kicking each one in the head. She spotted Sam in trouble and dove over to him. She ripped the vampire off of him, sending the vamp into a headstone.

Dean noticed Xander in a vampire’s chokehold. He snatched another wooden knife from his pocket and drove it into the vampire’s back. The vamp screamed and exploded into dust. Xander slumped to the ground, gasping for breath.

After five minutes, Buffy had killed all but one of the vampires. She had the last vampire pinned to the ground. She had a cross pressed against the vamp’s forehead. The vamp screamed as the cross burned its flesh.

“Tell Angel that I’m coming for him. I’m not waiting anymore.”

She let the vampire run away and dusted herself off. She looked everyone over.

“You guys okay?” she asked.

Sam straightened and nodded. Xander rubbed his neck.

“Angel is evil again?” Dean asked with an incredulous stare.

Xander eyed him, “Oh. You didn’t get the newsletter? I thought I sent that out.”





Xander updated Dean on the return of Angelus and all the events that unfolded since they last came to Sunnydale, including the call of another Slayer named Kendra and the death of Jenny Calendar at Angel’s hands. Sam watched his older brother kick the stones along the sidewalk, a permanent scowl on his face.

“What the fuck is wrong with her?” he heard his brother grumble.

Buffy narrowed her eyes on Dean as he walked with Xander a few feet ahead.

“Gee, is he mad at me or something?”

“God damn frickin’ crazy ass chick can’t leave a curse alone,” Dean muttered.

“Does he know I can hear every word he’s saying?”

Sam chuckled, “I don’t think he cares.”

“Yeah, Dean has never been one to show he cares. Why were you hunting without me?”

“He was itching to beat the crap out of me but because dad doesn’t want us showing up at your house with bruises, he decided take it out on a demon.”

“Oh so he went looking for danger. And he thinks I’m the reckless one,” she scoffed.

Buffy backed her thoughts up.

“Wait, why did he want to beat you up? Did you push his buttons?”

Sam chuckled, “Yeah. The Buffy buttons.”

She rolled her eyes, “Oh. I thought those were broken.”

“More like inactive. This whole Angel-Angelus thing has fired them up.”

“So, what, now he’s just going to give me some big speech about how he told me this would happen and that I should have listened to him and that he was right and I was wrong?”

“Has he said one word to you since you showed up in the cemetery?”

She frowned, “No. That’s odd, he should be in my face by now.”

“I want a normal life, I want to be a normal girl, I can handle myself blah blah blah,” Dean grumbled.

Buffy glared into Dean’s back, wishing daggers could have shot out of her eyes.

“I really don’t need this right now,” she said.



Dean shoved his weapons back in the trunk and stomped over to the driver seat. He got in, rolled down the window and gunned the engine. He blasted the radio and kept grumbling under his breath.

“You coming Sam?”

“It’s a short walk to Buffy’s house, I’ll manage.”

Dean huffed, “Fine. I’ll call you later.”

“Where are you going?”

“Away!” he snapped.

He yanked the car onto the road, crossed into the opposite lane and shot toward the outskirts of town.

“Wow, he’s really pissed,” Sam said.

“Oh he’s such a baby. Where’s John?”

“At the museum. Giles asked him to meet him there. He needs help with some weird relic that was found.”

“Oh, that was in the paper this morning.”

Buffy paused, feeling a presence. She twisted around as someone jumped out.

“Kendra? What are you doing here?”

Kendra eyed Sam cautiously.

“It’s okay, this is Sam. He’s an old friend of the family. He knows I’m the Slayer. You can talk freely. Let me guess, an apocalypse is at foot?”

Kendra nodded and shied away when Sam regarded her.

“Yes, it has been foretold by my Watcher.”

Kendra dropped her eyes to the ground.

“I’ll have Giles call your Watcher and they can have a meeting of the minds.”

Kendra nodded and stole a glance at Sam before walking away.

“I think she likes you Sam,” Buffy said, “You want me to set you up?”

“Uh, I think we’ve got more important things to be concerned with.”

“Yeah, like passing my final exams. Think you can help me study for them?”

Sam smiled, “I can take a look. What do you need help with?”

“Uh, everything?”

Sam chuckled, “Haven’t studied at all huh?”

Buffy whined, “Well, why am I going to need to know chemistry and math and social studies in my line of work? I mean, I save the world all the time, doesn’t that get me an automatic graduation?”

Buffy hopped up to the porch of her house and unlocked the door.

“Buffy, is that you?”

“Yeah mom, I’m home!”

Joyce came down the stairs, saw Sam and smiled.

“Hi Sam, where are your father and brother? I thought all of you coming for a visit.”

“We are, my dad is helping Mr. Giles with some uh, research and Dean is uh –“

“Crying in his beer,” Buffy mumbled.

“Visiting with friends,” Sam said.

“Oh. Well I put all the blankets and pillows out for you. Let me know if you need any extra. Are you two staying up?”

Buffy nodded, “Sam’s going to help me study for my finals, I’ve got two tomorrow.”

“Oh, that’s nice of you Sam. Don’t stay up too late though.”

Sam heard his cell phone humming. He answered it after following Buffy upstairs to her room.

“Dad’s going over to stay over at Giles’ house so he can keep researching.”

“And Dean?”

“He hasn’t left a message.”

Buffy rolled her eyes, “Does he really hate me that much?”

Sam chuckled, “Actually, I think it’s quite the opposite.”

“Huh?”

Sam shook his head, “Never mind. Let’s hit the books.”





The next day, Sam ambled onto school campus looking for Buffy. He found her outside the library. Willow and Xander crowded around her along with another girl with long brown hair that he didn’t recognize.

“Sam, this is Cordelia, Xander’s gal,” Buffy said, “Where’s your crybaby brother?”

“He’s on his way here.”

“Where did he end up sleeping last night?”

“Uh, with a – friend,” Sam said.

Buffy eyed his awkward expression, “Oh, wish I could have barged in on him; make him see how it feels for once.”

They pushed through the doors and settled into chairs. Giles came out of the office and Willow anxiously approached him. She eyed Buffy who joined her. After a few minutes, Giles had a look of astonishment on his face.

“Are you certain of this?” he asked.

Buffy nodded and waved some pages at him. John and Dean ambled in, both looking exhausted. John and Giles acknowledged each other while Dean kept to a corner by the stairs, away from the group.

“Yes, it’s the curse – the one used to give Angel a soul. It looks like Miss Calendar found it.”

Buffy handed the pages to Giles. He read it over as John looked over his shoulder.

“I think she was in the process of casting it,” Willow said.

“Until Angel put a stop to it,” Xander replied grimly, “He’s really campaigning for King of the World.”

“So we can cure him then? Give him his soul back. We can stop this,” Cordelia said.

“This type of spell involves vast knowledge of black magic, it’s quite risky for an amateur to get involved in,” Giles stated.

“Willow and I can do it. I’m pretty well versed in Latin and the black arts.”

Giles regarded Willow and Sam.

“It could carve a dangerous path that you may not be able to stop traveling down,” Giles warned.

“I don’t want you and Will taking a risk like this,” Buffy said.

“We’ll be fine,” Sam assured.

“Sam, I don’t think this is a good idea,” John replied woefully.

“Dad, you’re the one who made me learn Latin. This is what you wanted, right?”

Willow got back on topic, “We need to try.”

“It obviously was important to Jenny,” Giles said.

“You know, I think we’re all missing a more simple solution than casting some complicated restoration spell.”

All heads turned to Dean as he pushed off the banister.

“We kill him. End of story,” he replied coldly.

Xander jumped out of his chair and eagerly raised his hand, “All in favor?”

“Easy for you to say,” Buffy replied.

He crossed over to the group.

“Damn right it is. And it should be easy for everyone else to say. He’s an evil sonofabitch who murdered an innocent woman. We should be sharpening up the stakes not slapping the humanity cuffs back on him just because you miss your loverboy…how many more people have to die because of your teenage fantasy?”

“Dean,” Sam said.

“I warned you.”

“Oh god, here we go,” Buffy said.

He walked up to Buffy and cast steely eyes down at her.

“You ripped the curse away and unleashed a coldblooded killer upon this town all because you were a selfish teenage girl who ignored her responsibility. He’s a vicious vampire and you’re the Vampire Slayer. There shouldn’t be a dialogue about trying to save his ass. There was a line drawn and you helped him cross it. Stop crying about this and just do your damn job!” he growled, his voice thick with anger.

“Dean,” John said sternly, “Stand down.”

Dean shot his eyes over to his father. “Dad, you cannot be on board with this.”

“Why don’t you take a walk son?”

Dean drew out a breath and shook his head before charging out the door.

“Wow, I know I’ve said some coldhearted things in the past but that takes the prize,” Cordelia replied.

“Buffy, I apologize for my son’s rude behavior, however…”

“He’s not wrong,” Xander replied harshly.

Willow glared at Xander.

“I’m sorry but he’s not.”
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