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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 WinchestersuperslayerFR1867381,87821244121,73717 Mar 0923 Aug 12No

Chapter Five - Can We Talk?

Dean obediently got up and climbed the stairs as his dad returned to the kitchen. When he walked into Buffy’s room, she was lying stomach down on her bed, watching a movie. She glanced at him but didn’t acknowledge him. Dean rifled through a stack of CDs on her dresser.

“Your music library sucks,” he said.

“At least I live in the now Mr. Mullet rock.”

“What are you watching?”

“I don’t know, some comedy I guess, sound doesn’t come in that great on this set. If you’re going to make more of your sarcastic comments, save it, I’ve had enough already.”

“Yeah, about that, I’m supposed to apologize for being so disrespectful.”

Her eyes set on him curiously, “Supposed to? You mean, your dad ordered you to?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Whatever. You can say you’re sorry but I know you don’t mean it. You’ve been making fun of me since I was four years old.”

“Well, you’ve just always made it easy for me. Just like Sam makes it easy.”

Dean strolled around the room looking at Buffy’s pictures and various decorations.

“Oh, so I’m just like a little sister that’s supposed to take all of your remarks? You’ll never respect me – even when I’m older?”

Dean paused, wondering where this was going and knowing the way Buffy could babble endlessly, asked directly, “What are you getting at?”

Buffy rolled onto her back and sat up.

“Well, I thought you’d treat me better now than the last time I saw you. I mean, I’m older, more mature.”

Dean laughed, “Older – okay.”

“I can be mature,” she replied, “I can have an adult conversation.”

“Sure, whatever.”

“Dean, I’m being serious. Can’t you just have a normal conversation with me?”

“Uh, about what? The latest sale at the mall? Which hair product is better? Sorry, not interested.”

Buffy blew out a breath, “Look, I kind of had something on my mind and hoped that I could maybe talk to you about it. I mean, I sort of, look up to you.”

“That’s because you’re a midget.”

Buffy frowned, “Why do you always have to be an ass?”

“Dean,” John said.

Dean swung around to see the disapproving eyes of his father.

“May I speak with you son?”

Dean followed his dad into the corridor.

“I thought I told you to apologize.”

“I did.”

“Then why does Buffy look upset?”

“Dad, she’s a fifteen year old girl. If she breaks a nail it’s the end of the world.”

“Dean, I expect you to be respectful to Buffy. Her parents are having some difficulties right now and she doesn’t need you stirring the pot up even more.”

“I’m just joking around like I do with Sammy.”

“It’s a delicate time for her. Be nice. Now it’s getting late and Joyce has offered to put us all up for the night. I want you to make sure we all leave here on good terms tomorrow. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

John retreated down the stairs. Dean sighed as he went back into Buffy’s room. She was in her original position as before, lying flat on her stomach. Dean sat on the edge of the bed. She didn’t look over at him.

“So uh, how’s the school thing going?”

Buffy scrunched her face at him, “Uh, fine I guess, my classes are boring and lately I can’t go anywhere without the principal threatening to give me detention.”

“Hmph, that’s why I always hated school. Sammy seems to like it though.”

“Yeah, he seems pretty smart, reading books for pleasure and stuff.”’

“Yeah, I don’t get that,” Dean paused, “So, what else is going on?”

“Um, well, that’s kind of what I hoped I could talk to you about.”

Buffy muted the television and sat back against the headboard of her bed.

“You see, I was wondering if, I mean, how, you know when it’s the right time to – you know – with someone.”

“Uh, why are you asking me?”

“Well, you’re pretty experienced and I figured you’d have a good idea about this and what qualifies.”


“Well, um, I’m kind of thinking about doing something with this boy at school that I really, really like and um, I want to make sure I’m doing the right thing.”

“Oh,” Dean said, “Can’t you talk to another girl about this?”

“The girls on the squad are way too experienced; they’d laugh me off of the basketball court.”

“What about your mom?”

“Are you crazy? She’d totally freak and lock me in my room until I was fifty. I just need some guidance.”

Dean tensed, was he really having the sex talk with her?

“How long have you known this guy?”

Please say at least three years.

“I’ve been out on three dates with him.”


“Three dates and you want to give it up?”

“Well, I like him a lot and whenever I’m around him I feel like I’m going to burst you know? He’s just so cute and funny and he drives – he drives! And when we talk – we just – mesh.”

“Okay, but why the rush?”

“I told you – when he kisses me I want more.”

“You think you’re ready?”

“Well, I feel ready.”

“And how does this dude feel about you?”

Her green eyes sparkled as she smiled.

“He tells me I’m beautiful every day and that when he looks into my eyes he feels like he’s drowning in the depths of my soul.”

Oh Christ, she actually fell for that one?

“You met him at school?”

“He’s on the varsity football team, can you believe it? I was at a post game party and he just started talking to me.”

“Oh, so he’s a jock.”

“Yeah, I was kind of shocked since I never thought he was interested before.”

“And he’s aware of your – situation…you are still…” Dean trailed off, not quite sure why he couldn’t say the damn word.

Buffy averted her eyes, “Yeah.”

“Okay, just checking to make sure we’re on the same page.”

Dean drummed his fingers on his leg, struggling to stay level headed.

“He’s not pressuring you?”

“No, he’s been great. He says I’m in control and we only go as far as I want and that I’m worth the wait.”

Oh Jesus Christ. This guy is good.

Buffy set her eyes back on Dean, “So what do you think?”

“What kind of car does he drive?”

“A black Trans Am with tricked out rims.”


“Three words: hot– virgin-cheerleader. That’s like the ultimate prize in the conquest game.”

She frowned with disappointment, “Norlan’s not a player.”

He chuckled, “Norlan? That’s his name?”

“Yeah, I like it, it sounds – worldly.”

“Oh I’ll tell you how it sounds: oh Norlan, you feel so good, oh yeah Norlan touch me right there, oh Norlan I want to ride you so bad!” he screeched.

“Ew – you’re gross!”

“Hey, I’m just providing a sample and if it sounds gross you’re definitely not ready.”

“I’m ready, it’s just not going to be dirty like you’re thinking.”

“Well it’s not exactly going to be rose petals and candlelight either.”

“It could be. He’s not a player, he could have had his pick of any girl in school without even trying, why choose me?”

“Hot – virgin – cheerleader,” Dean repeated.

“He didn’t know that when he first met me.”

“Okay I’ll give you that but now that he knows, he’ll be saying things to make you think you’re in control. It’s only a matter of time before he guilt trips you into finishing the race.”

“But I want to finish the race. I want to do it with him.”

Dean winced at the two words do it

“Okay, I don’t think I feel comfortable talking about this anymore.”

“Why?” Buffy asked.

“Because when you talk like this I see that four year old girl who knocked me off the couch for trying to take her cookie,” he said, “Jesus, I just realized how bad that sounds.”

Buffy couldn’t help but laugh, “Yeah, my cookie has always been so special, so warm, so inviting – no wonder you always wanted to take a bite out of it. Maybe that’s why you’re so uncomfortable, some new guy is threatening to take my cookie away from you.”

She rolled over giggling.

“That’s not funny and I don’t think of you that way.”

She stopped laughing and widened her eyes, “Why not? You said it yourself - I’m a hot- virgin – cheerleader. I’m the ultimate prize. Don’t you want the prize Dean?”

“Not really.”

She feigned a pout, “Aw, why not? You swing a different way now?”

“Hell, no!”

“Then what’s the problem? Don’t you think I’m hot?” she said, flashing a seductive smile.

“If I were fifteen, sure, I’d be all over you.”’

“Oh but because you’re not, you’re what – not allowed to think of me that way? Age is just a number Dean, that’s all,” she said, batting her eyes flirtatiously.

“Cut it out. What’s wrong with boys your own age?”

“They’re all dumb and immature, nothing like Norlan.”

Dean rolled his eyes at the name.

“I thought most girls grow up wanting memorable experiences not settle for a ride in the back of a guy’s car.”

“Like you should talk, I’m sure you “made memories” in the back of your car. And why do you care anyway?”

“I don’t want to care but for some reason I’ve been roped into it for the past eleven years. Plus, history has shown me you don’t have the greatest taste in guys, at least not one that can give you the relationship you’re looking for.”

Buffy’s brows furrowed, “Maybe I don’t want a relationship. Maybe I just want to have fun.”

“That’s not what the eight year old you told me. You wanted Prince Charming to ride up to your castle and your best friend Mr. Penguin would marry you two and you’d ride off happily every after.”

“I was eight. Things change. I’m fifteen and I’ve just got all of these feelings and…”

“Okay, no gory details.”

“So what should I do?”

“Oh hell, I can’t answer that question, you need to.”

“Well, my answer is…yes! Yes! Yes!”

Buffy burst into giggles.

“Okay, I’m outta here.”

Dean got to his feet as Buffy finished up her laughing fit.

“No, don’t go. I was just kidding around. It was kind of nice to talk like that with you.”

“Yeah well, don’t make it a habit. Next time bend Sammy’s ear.”

“Hmm, do you think Sam would want me to bend other things of his?”

Buffy stifled a laugh before she couldn’t control herself.

“Jesus, what the hell are they teaching you in school these days?"

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