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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 WinchestersuperslayerFR1867381,87820244118,57217 Mar 0923 Aug 12No

Ch. 38 - Take a Chance on Me – Part 1

A/N: This involves the episode “Hush” and is broken up into two parts. Happy reading!

Two weeks later

The afternoon sunshine beamed through the windows of Professor Walsh’s classroom. She strolled around her desk as she addressed her students.

“Communication is the basis of every relationship, be it brother to brother, mother to daughter, friend to friend, or girlfriend to boyfriend. But communication isn’t always about talking. It’s about the ability to express thoughts and feelings through the simplest of gestures. The stronger your connection to someone, the easier you can communicate those thoughts with just a look or a touch….let’s play with that idea….Miss Summers, would you please come to my desk over here?”

Buffy became painfully aware of the entire class observing her. She swallowed her anxiety and slowly made her way down the steps to Professor Walsh’s desk.

“Okay, Miss Summers is a young, attractive, girl in college, seeking love and affection from a man with the right things to offer….”

Buffy flushed red.

“We’re just playing with a scenario here…”

Buffy approached the desk which was covered with a black cloth. Professor Walsh turned to Riley.

“Riley, if you could be so kind…”

Riley hesitated before moving from the corner of the classroom to the desk. He eyed Professor Walsh
suspiciously.

“Just a scenario, right?”

“Be a good assistant Riley,” Walsh chimed.

Walsh turned to Buffy as she removed the cloth from the desk to reveal several items spread over it.

“Now Miss Summers, I want to you take a look at the offerings on this table and pick one out that interests you. Really get a picture in your mind of which one you want. Once you have chosen, do not say anything.”

Buffy looked over the items which included a plain incense bowl, some black candles, and a small box, carved from wood. She looked at Professor Walsh.

“Got it?”

Buffy nodded as Walsh, still a little perplexed by the point of the exercise. Walsh turned to Riley.

“Now Riley I want you to look at Buffy and then pick one of the offerings on table. If you have a deep, profound connection, you should be able to assess what it is she is looking for.”

Riley took a long look at Buffy before he shifted his eyes to the table. He scanned all of the items and settled on the incense bowl. He swept it up proudly and smiled at Buffy.

“That’s what you have to offer?”

All eyes in the room shifted to the door as Dean strolled in and ambled down the steps. Riley eyed Walsh who merely gave a flat smile.

“I thought I would make this exercise a little more – interesting?”

Professor Walsh regarded Dean.

“Care to weigh in?”

Dean gave a quick glance at Buffy as he approached the table. After assessing the items on the table, he plucked up the box and cradled it in his hands.

“Okay Gentlemen, please explain why you picked out these particular items. Riley, you first.”

Riley stared at the bowl and smiled at Buffy as he struggled to find the words.

“Uh, well…”

He knocked on the bowl.

“It’s solid and…”

“Boring, simple, empty,” Dean finished.

His eyes shifted to Buffy.

“What you see is what you get.”

Riley eyed the box in Dean’s hand, clearly not impressed by his choice either.

“What you have to offer is any better?”

Dean shifted his eyes to Riley and smirked, “Oh hell yeah. Look at this.”

He turned the box around several times.

“This is carved out perfectly with the exception of being a little rough around the edges….”

He glanced over at Buffy before admiring the box.

“But the exciting part is what is contained inside –it’s a complete mystery…it could be a box of horrors, the
essence of life or it could be….the key to ultimate happiness.”

Buffy eyed the box as she felt the weight of his gaze. Her eyes drifted up to meet his.

“You just have to take a chance,” he said.

“Okay Miss Summers, please reveal which one you picked?” Walsh asked.

Buffy glanced at the two guys and gulped.

“Buffy, you can only pick one. Which one did you choose?” Walsh asked a second time.

Buffy gulped again as her eyes shifted from Riley to Dean. After a long silence, Dean shot her a mildly annoyed look.

“Come on Summers, isn’t it obvious?”

“Buffy?” Riley inquired. “Which one did you pick?”

“Choose Buffy,” Walsh urged. “You can only have one.”

As the questions continued to bombard her, the light in the room began to fade into darkness, washing away Professor Walsh and all the other students. Buffy, Riley and Dean found themselves alone as the pale moonlight softly lit the classroom. The two guys continued to debate.

“She doesn’t want what you have to offer, so just face it.”

“Why don’t we let Buffy decide?” Riley asked. “Buffy? You haven’t said which one you want.”

“Yeah, make up your mind already,” Dean snapped. “I’m tired of waiting for an answer.”

Buffy felt the weight of their stares and swallowed a hard lump in her throat. As she struggled to find an answer, a very faint sound drew her attention away.

“Are you even listening?” Dean asked, deepening the irritation in his tone.

Buffy frowned as she strained her ears.

“Shh, I hear something,” she said.

Dean noticed her expression and shut up. After a minute, his agitated expression faded when he focused his hearing.

“Yeah, I hear it too,” he said.

Buffy slowly headed for the door. Dean followed her out leaving Riley behind. Buffy moved slowly through the atrium toward the hall, following the faint echo. She glanced at Dean before shuffling soundlessly down the hall. As they got reached the corner of the hall, the humming became distinct words of a nursery rhyme.

Won’t get to scream
Won’t even survive
When the Gentlemen arrive
Peeking in windows
Rapping on doors
Looking for the seven
They might find yours


Buffy and Dean turned the corner and saw a little girl, about eight years old, standing facing them at the other end of the hall. She was cradling an object in her small hands. As they approached, they noticed the object was a small wooden carved box.

Dean smiled smugly when he recognized the box.

“See? I knew it. I knew I had what you wanted.”

Buffy eyed him before shifting her attention back on the girl who continued to sing.

Can’t phone home
Can’t breathe a word
You’ll surely die
And you won’t get heard


Riley shot out into the hallway, his face painted with extreme worry. As he walked toward Buffy, he opened his mouth to call her name. Buffy felt another presence in the hallway and began to turn around. Dean followed her motion and widened his eyes as a demonic figure with a pasty white face flashed an eerie grin.

Buffy suddenly jerked awake to hear Professor Walsh bidding farewell to the class. Buffy shook off the remnants of her dream as the rest of the students briskly gathered their belongings and ambled out of the classroom. Willow hung back with Buffy as she slowly shifted back into the waking world.

“That lecture was so fascinating, huh?”

Buffy eyed Willow and gulped, “Uh, yeah, it so was.”

“Especially the last part…a total eye opener…you know about how we’re all aliens in the great big span of things.”

Buffy swallowed her confusion, “Uh…yeah…an eye opener.”

Willow broke into an amused smile. Buffy shot a beet red.

“Please tell me I didn’t drool or wheeze?”

“No, it was a peaceful slumber.”

They walked out into the atrium.

“I take it you had a good dream?”

“Good bordering on….intense.”

Riley suddenly wedged himself between them as they spilled out into the hallway.

“Really? You looked very peaceful.”

Buffy blushed, embarrassed he had noticed her dozing off in class too.

“Where are you two headed?”

“We’re off to the center of students or student center,” she answered.

“Oh, great. So…tell me about this dream.”

Willow hung behind the two of them.

“Uh, I forgot I have to go – do that thing. I’ll see you later.”

Buffy and Riley bid her goodbye. Willow snuck over to the arched window from the atrium to the hall to peek out at them as they continued to talk.

“About this dream,” Riley started. “Why don’t you tell me more about it? As a psyche major I am qualified to listen and go “interesting” as I crook my finger to my chin.”

Riley paused to demonstrate the pose.

“I don’t really remember all the details,” she lied.

“Well, did I have a cameo?”

She gave a shy smile.

“Um, there may have been a guest starring role.”

“Really? Was I the romantic interest?”

Riley flashed her a teasing smile.

“I plead the fifth,” she answered.

She returned the teasing smile as they strolled casually along campus.



Later at the Bronze, Buffy and Willow danced their frustrations away on a crowded floor.“So, nothing witchy about the wiccans, huh?” Buffy asked.

Willow frowned as she got into the groove.

“Ugh! It was just blah blah, this and blah blah mystical menstrual energies and blah blah praise the sisterhood of blahness…I thought it was building up to the real mind blowing, mind moving stuff but alas, big disappointment without even snacks!”

Willow stomped her feet along to the beat as she changed topics.

“So, how goes the blossoming romance with you and Riley? You two seemed to be making with the snugglies after class.”

Buffy stopped mid shimmy and answered, “If I may echo you, it was just blah blah this and blah blah that.”

Willow rolled her eyes. “Do I need to handcuff and lock you two in a room together? Make with the smoochies already.”

Buffy gave a sheepish smile, “I think we were getting there…”

“Well hurry up! I need my vicarious smoochies!”

Buffy drew out a breath as the crowd thickened on the dance floor.

“It’s just, whenever I’m alone with Riley, I get all tongue tied and nervous and I start to ramble and he rambles and it’s an all out ramble fest and at some point, the whole slaying topic comes up and I have to lie – which I hate to have to do with him because he’s such a nice, solid guy…I just wish I could tell him the truth.”

“You didn’t have this problem with Parker.”

“Yeah, I know. But with Riley it’s different. I have a really good feeling about him and it bothers me that I can’t start out being honest. I can’t really be me.”

Willow bit down on her lip. Buffy noticed her hesitant expression.

“What is it Will?”

“Well, you know you can be you with….other options.” Willow stated.

Buffy picked up on her subtle hint. “Yeah, I know but….”

“But what? I mean, you two came within a smidgen of a major smooch fest awhile ago and then you just….bolted…..”

Buffy gulped in embarrassment. “You saw that?”

Willow nodded. “I was waiting for you to say something but you never did so I figured you didn’t want to talk about it but if you do and you want…..AH! Now I’m being all blah blah blah! Anyway, what happened?”

Willow probed Buffy with her eyes and waited expectantly.

“Uh, I um…..I think I… well, um, we were slow dancing and he seemed pretty down and showing this other side of himself and….I don’t know…we kind of really meshed at that moment without any joking or sarcastic insults and it was sort of nice and I guess I…sort of just got lost…in that moment and I….”

She winced.

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I don’t know what that was about.”

Willow shot her a doubtful look that made her whine.

“Okay, okay, so maybe I’m sitting on the fence right now looking at these two guys and wondering which side I want to….”

Buffy stopped dancing and heaved a huge sigh. She wandered over to an empty table and slid onto the seat. Willow joined her.

“My heart is being pulled in two directions, you know? When I’m with Riley, my heart tells me one thing and then when I’m talking to Dean on the phone, there’s like this…murmur of – something that says maybe I should explore it….I really don’t know what to do.”

Willow folded her hands on the table. “Well, Riley is obviously interested in dating you and hopefully making with the smoochies. As for Dean, well….it’s no secret.”

Buffy regarded Willow with wide eyes. “What are you talking about?”

Willow rolled her eyes. “Oh come on Buffy, You know how I used to look at Xander when I was crushing on him? Well, I’ve caught Dean looking at you that way a couple of times.”

Buffy blinked with shock. “Uh……really?”

“Geez, do I really have to hit you over the head with it?”

Buffy drew a skeptical look. “But…that doesn’t necessarily mean anything. I mean, maybe he’s just checking me out like he does with all girls. He is a player.”

“And yet, knowing that, you still felt the urge to get kissy with him,” Willow pointed. “And I’m not talking a ‘little’ kissy, I’m talking major, movie couple kissy where you hear the romantic sweeping music and the slow motion swooning where the kiss goes on for a good minute and when it finally ends the girl is left completely breathless.”

Buffy let out a loud whine as she slumped in her chair.

“It was a moment of weakness!” she squeaked. “I didn’t mean to!”

Willow studied her for a long time.

“Well, have you talked to Dean about this?”

Buffy flushed a shade of red.

“Um, he didn’t mention it so I didn’t really bring it up.”

“Don’t you think you should? I mean, I’m sure he’s wondering why you made the moves on him and then just bailed.”

Buffy gasped with embarrassment. “I did not make the moves on him!”

“You got all close and snuggly with him,” Willow replied matter-of-factly.

“Bbb-but that’s what you do when you slow dance!” she defended.

“Yes, you’re right,” Willow replied. “But you don’t go in for a kiss when you slow dance, at least not with someone you haven’t declared as your boyfriend.”

Willow stared down her best friend and watched the degree of discomfiture thicken on Buffy’s face. After a long minute, Buffy swallowed a painful lump in her throat and found herself at a complete loss of words.

“I’m sorry to be so frank,” Willow said. “But Dean is my friend too and I don’t think it would be fair for you to lead
him on if you intend to be with Riley. You really should be clear in where you stand. You can’t have both of them.”

Buffy drew out a long breath as she reflected upon her daydream in Walsh’s class.

“Yeah, you’re right,” she sighed softly.

“So….when are you going to see Dean again? It’s probably best if you clear the air in person.”

Buffy bit down on her lip and fidgeted in her seat.

“Um, I talked to him a few hours ago. He won’t be getting into town until late tonight, probably too late to talk…so it’ll have to wait until tomorrow.”

Buffy anxiously shot to her feet and whipped her eyes around the club.

“Tomorrow sounds good. Oh look! Brownies are on sale!”

Buffy darted away to the coffee bar as Willow simply sighed.



It was a little after midnight when Dean shuffled into his room at the Rise and Shine Motor Lodge. Weary from a long drive, he peeled out of his jacket and kicked off his shoes. He was too tired to undress any further so he simply collapsed on the bed and succumbed to the sleep tugging at his eyes.



As all the people in Sunnydale slept peacefully in their beds, a sinister plan unfolded in the town’s historical clock tower. A freakishly old figure with a porcelain white complexion, shiny bald head and bone thin hands, flashed a wicked smile, displaying a crown of metallic like teeth. In his hands, he cradled a carved wooden box. He hitched a skeletal finger to the lid of the box and opened it to reveal the contents inside– nothing.

Very shortly, a faint whisper wafted from deep within the box and spiraled into a large cloud. The whispering cloud floated out of the clock tower, snaked in different directions throughout town and stole the breath of every sleeping soul in Sunnydale. The whispering cloud collected more and more breaths throughout the night before drifting back to the clock tower and funneling down into the box.

The creepy figure shut the lid on the box as the entire town was slammed into silence.



Early the next morning, as the sun peeked over the horizon, the people of Sunnydale gradually rose from their beds completely unaware of the madness about to strike.



The blaring of a car horn outside broke Dean from his restful sleep. He shot a bleary eyed glance at the alarm clock and realized it was after ten. He rolled out of bed and yawned as he shuffled into the bathroom. As he soaked under the shower spout, his mind drifted to thoughts of breakfast cravings. When he stepped out of the bathroom, he noticed his cell phone dancing around on the bedside table. He snatched the phone up and noticed number on the screen. He sat down on the edge of the bed before he hit the talk button to answer ‘hello’.

Dean blinked in surprise when he couldn’t hear himself speak. He repeated his single word into the speaker and heard – nothing.

His eyes widened in a mixture of confusion and shock. He cleared his throat a couple of times and made one more attempt to speak. He started shouting into the speaker when a horrifying scenario struck his mind.

Oh crap, I’m deaf?!

He heard his dad on the other line.

No, not deaf but can’t seem to speak.

“Dean? Dean? Son, are you there?”’

He instinctively opened his mouth to respond but realized there was no point.

What the fuck is going on?

“Dean! Dean! Are you there?” John called frantically.

Dean glanced at the phone and shook his head as he hit the END button. Knowing the state of panic that was boiling on his dad’s side, Dean quickly tapped out a text message:

I’m okay. Need to check into something. Will call later.

He snapped his eyes to the door when he heard a loud crash. He darted over to the window and peeled back the curtain to see an old Volvo had smashed into the rear of a brand new Mercedes. He felt a sting in his gut and quickly put on some clothes. As he passed by the motel manager’s office, he noticed a makeshift sign taped to the door. It read: OUT SICK TODAY. He paused when his eyes shifted to the accident scene across the street. He took notice of an unsettling detail as the two drivers argued – in complete silence, they were mouthing words but no sound was heard.

Okay, it’s not just me

Dean drew out a breath as his stomach churned with anxiety. He retreated back to his room to retrieve his jacket and stuffed his pockets with weapons.

Never a dull moment around here

A short time later, Dean stumbled out of the motel and eyed the turmoil building in the streets. Throngs of people stood in line outside a liquor store as others roamed around in a gloomy state. He passed by a bus stop where people were crying their eyes out or soundlessly screaming at the top of their lungs. He eyed a group of older folks holding signs saying: The End of the World Has Come. Other people were on their knees praying to the sky.

Dean glanced at a man on the sidewalk selling dry erase boards for $10 each. He fashioned the board with a string so it could be worn around the neck. A lot of people were buying from him. Dean eyed the price and shook his head. He surveyed the activity around him.

A teenage boy toeing a skateboard sailed passed an old woman and snatched her purse. The old woman called out for help but was met with silence. The teenage boy merely grinned back at her defiantly as he rolled down the sidewalk.

Dean eyed the young purse snatcher and contemplated whether to intervene. The twinge in his gut was tightening by the second. As the kid sailed passed Dean, he jammed his elbow into the boy’s face. The kid flipped into the air and landed hard on his ass. Dean glared down at the kid and pitched his head over his shoulder, encouraging him to beat it. The boy glared back at him and curled his fingers into fists, challenging Dean to a fight.

Are you kidding me?

Dean let out a breath as he shook his head. He would have gladly shoved this punk kid around just to teach him a lesson but he couldn’t ignore the unsettling feeling gripping his entire body. As usual, something weird was happening in this town and he was caught in the middle of it. The kid cracked one of his knuckles, drawing Dean’s attention back to him.

Dean leaned forward and pulled up one of the flaps of his jacket just enough to show the butt of his pistol peeking out from his waistband. He nodded a second time for the kid to get lost. This time, the kid scrambled to his feet, collected his skateboard and ran down the sidewalk.

Dean swept up the old lady’s purse from the ground and ambled over to her. She shined an appreciative smile as he returned her purse.

Thank you, she mouthed.

Dean flashed back a smile and continued down the street. He took a long look around. There was madness everywhere around him. He heard a crackling noise and swept his eyes across the street where four teenage boys were throwing rocks into the window of a fancy electronics store. Two of the boys jumped through the broken window and disappeared.

Several minutes later, the two boys came out carrying video game systems and a television. A couple of other young guys spotted them but instead of stopping the looting, they joined in. In a short time, more people competed to climb through the small break in the window until an all out riot began. People shoved and clawed at each other to get into the store.

Dean shifted his eyes around and found no cops in sight. Unless they were on a random patrol, they probably weren’t aware of the lawlessness running rampant through town without someone making a distress call. As the crowd around the electronics store thickened, a couple of fights broke out as people began to steal from each other.

Dean sighed as he ran across the street and barreled into the crowd. He took a couple of nasty scratches to the face as a group of guys mistook his interference as participation in the looting. They tried to hold him back and fought to make their way inside the store.

Dean frowned when he got knocked in the face by a seemingly tame businessman. He cursed soundlessly as the scrambling continued around him.

Okay, enough of this crap

Dean huffed as he withdrew his pistol, raised his arm and fired off a couple of shots into the air. The disorderly crowd settled down and dispersed at the sound of gunfire. Dean shook his head as people peeled away.

Humans, he mouthed.

As he pocketed his pistol, a few fearless teenagers bolted past him and jumped back through the window. Dean sighed again as his heartbeat wouldn’t settle down. A man in his fifties smashed into Dean on his way out of the electronics store. The man was carrying a huge pile of stuff as he ran off. Dean noticed something on the ground. It was a fancy electronic notepad complete with stylus. He stared at it for a long minute.
He shrugged as he picked it up.

Oh what the hell, it’s better than paying ten bucks, and I’ll return it later….maybe.

His eyes shifted rapidly around town searching for other citizens in distress. Seeing too many unruly scenarios, his focus drifted on a single thought, prompting his heart to beat even faster. The discord unfolding around him faded away as he had only one true concern. He pivoted and took off jogging back toward his car.

By the time he reached Stevenson Hall, his heartbeat was hammering in his throat. He tore up to the curb, killed the engine and swiftly got out. The hallway was eerily quiet and empty. He caught his breath as he stopped in front of the dorm. He rapped several times on the door and waited for a long minute. He knocked a couple more times before he retreated toward the exit.

As he spilled out the door, he noticed a line of teenage boys on BMX bikes doing wheelies down the lone campus street. They circled around the cars parked along the curb, waving large baseball bats in the air. A few of the boys smashed their bats into the windshields of random cars.

Dean widened his eyes as he saw a kid sailing toward the Impala, readying his baseball bat. He yelled out a chain of curse words at the kid and quickly followed with a stomp of his feet when he realized the futility of his intimidating warning. His heartbeat skyrocketed as he took off racing toward the troublemaking teens.

Dean dove across the hood of the Impala just as the kid’s baseball bat swept down toward the windshield. He pitched his feet out and kicked the kid off the BMX bike. He spat out a lengthy chain of curse words, regardless of whether he was heard or not. Fury filled his eyes as he glared at the kid on the ground.

The kid got the message and bolted to his feet, towing his bike behind him. Dean watched the remainder of kids ride off as his heartbeat slowed a notch. He was still pooling with worry as the degree of madness was growing every hour. If there was this much anarchy during the daytime hours, he couldn’t fathom the amount of insanity that would play out on the streets once the sun went down. He released a long breath to calm his breathing before he made a quick inspection of the Impala.

As he pulled away from the curb, the song playing on the radio was cut off by a news report. He was about to turn the dial when he heard something of interest.

“The entire community of Sunnydale has officially been quarantined by the CDC due to a widespread of outbreak of - laryngitis. Apparently, everyone in the small town has been rendered – speechless. There has been no confirmation as to the cause of the epidemic. A written report from local authorities are blaming flu vaccinations while others are calling it a publicity hoax….”

Dean switched the dial, hearing enough. He drew wary eyes to the road as he turned toward Revello Drive. In a few short minutes, he peeled up to the curb and hopped out. He walked briskly down the pathway and frantically knocked on the front door. He spied through the window when no one answered. He retreated back to his car and tore away from the curb. He had one more place to try and he prayed he had luck there.



Dean bolted out of the Impala as soon as he reached Giles’ apartment. He knocked rapidly on the door before he reached for the knob and found it unlocked. He took pause, recalling countless times he had scolded the old man about his safety. This time however, Dean was rather grateful when he didn’t have to sweat out the wait for an answer. He swung the door open and heaved a huge sigh of relief when he accounted for everyone in the Scooby gang.

Buffy twisted around when she heard the creak of the door. Her heartbeat suddenly quickened when in the midst of all the frantic activity from the morning, she had forgotten about Dean’s arrival in town late last night. Her face shrouded with a mixture of fear and anxiety when she saw the disheveled state of his clothes and the streaks of blood on his face.

Dean swept his eyes over the group gathered in the living room and felt his panic dissipate. Buffy swung around to meet his eyes and for a moment, the two exchanged heavy looks of worry and relief.

Buffy and Dean bolted off their feet, met in the middle of the living room and hugged each other tightly.

Buffy inhaled a deep breath as her heartbeat began to slow in pace. She became acutely aware of Dean’s breathing pattern as they held each other. His heart had been beating rapidly for a short time before the thundering tapered off the longer he held her. Now she heard a slow and steady beat. She shivered in his embrace, strong and thick with comfort. She wasn’t sure whether she was more blown away by the reality of how much he cared about her or how much she cared about him.

When the embrace lingered, Xander awkwardly tapped on the kitchen counter with his knuckle, reminding the two of the presence of the group in the room. The two regarded the others and slowly parted. They soon examined each other’s physical state.

Dean held her by the shoulders and looked her over. He was completely amazed that not even a hair on her head was out of place. He felt the beat of his heart slowing down to a normal pace as the tension released from his body.

Buffy saw the relief on his face as her own painted with worry when she saw the trickle of blood flowing from a cut on his cheek.

You’re hurt, she mouthed as she drew a finger to his cheek and gingerly wiped some of the blood away.

He shook his head dismissively and mouthed, “It’s nothing.”

Buffy responded by shaking her head and taking his hand. She tugged him over to the couch and urged him to sit down. She left briefly as Dean assessed the situation in the living room. He noticed Giles’ notes on the coffee table spread among the piles of books. He caught Giles’ attention.

Gentlemen? He mouthed.

Giles shrugged. Dean rolled his eyes and responded with “Great” before he realized there was someone in the living room he didn’t recognize. An older dark skinned woman was plowing down several glasses of scotch. Dean watched as Giles slipped an arm around her. He noticed the woman was wearing one of Giles’ shirts and made an “oh” shape with his mouth.

Feeling the weight of his stare, Giles shifted his eyes to Dean. Dean cracked a smile at Giles and flashed two thumbs up. Giles flushed red and helped himself to a bit of the scotch.

Buffy returned with a roll of medical tape, a clump of cotton balls and some antiseptic. She sat down next to Dean and began to clean up the cuts on his face. She placed a small bandage strip on over the cut on his cheek. She noticed the light in his eyes as he glanced at her. She gulped when a wave of sparks washed through her body. She drew a hand to his tousled hair and impulsively raked the strands back in place with her fingers.

Dean watched her with an odd fascination when she suddenly started fixing up his hair. When she was finished, she dropped her hand and gave him an angelic smile.

"All done", she mouthed. Dean followed her with his eyes as she walked over to Giles. He stared at her for a minute, completely stupefied by her actions.

What the hell was that all about?
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