Chapter Nine - What a Difference a Year Makes
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“So this is the mouth of hell?” Dean asked as he steered the Impala through the downtown district of Sunnydale, “Doesn’t look so evil, it looks boring as shit but not evil.”
“It’s called a hellmouth Dean and it’s only four ‘o clock, I don’t think demons are going to be running around during the day.”
“You know what is out there. Demons walk around with human faces. And mouth of hell, hellmouth, whatever, I’m sorely disappointed. I figured we were driving right up to evil’s doorstep.”
“Well, it’s still early.”
Dean tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, “Yeah, here’s hoping I see a little action tonight.”
“That reminds me, are you going to behave?”
“What are you talking about? I’m an angel.”
Sam frowned, “Come on Dean, you haven’t seen her for a year. That’s a year’s worth of crass insults and sarcasms that you’ve been dying to get out.”
Dean waved a hand dismissively, “You think I have nothing better to do then rack up witty remarks to dispense to some girl you’ve been in love with since you shot of out of the womb?”
Sam sighed, “You see? That’s what I’m talking about. You always refer to her as “some girl” or “blondie” or some other derogatory nickname. She’s just Buffy.”
“The Vampire Slayer…” Dean sang with wide eyes before bursting out into laughter.
Sam glared over at Dean.
“Oh come on! It still sounds ridiculous. Oh hey, here’s the street.”
As Dean veered into a cozy neighborhood lined with trees, Sam noticed his brother grooming himself in the rear view mirror. Dean saw the glum expression on Sam’s face.
“What’s with you? I thought you’d be happy to see your little chickadee.”
“Well, I am but I thought you swore you never wanted to see her again.”
Dean shrugged casually, “Dad wanted us to check in on her from time. Besides Joyce said the next time we were in town she was going to make us a feast of our choosing. So I called her up last week and told her you wanted a turkey dinner with all the fixings and pie.”
“You told her what? Dean, how could you make her go to all that trouble?”
“Hey, she didn’t object, in fact, she said it was a grand idea so you should just say thank you and shut up….ah, here’s the house.”
Dean got out of the car and hopped up the steps to ring the doorbell. Sam observed his older brother’s unusually good mood.
“Oh, so you’re just excited about the food huh? Nothing else?”
Dean narrowed his eyes, “What else is there?”
The front door swept open as Dean shifted his eyes to a sixteen year old Buffy. Her hair was a dirty blonde and a lot shorter than the last time he had seen her.
“Hey guys,” she replied.
She glanced at the two brothers, before craning her neck up at Sam.
“God Sam, you really are a beanstalk. What temperature is it up there?”
Buffy smiled as Dean joined her in laughing.
“Come on in, mom’s been cooking for hours.”
She widened the door, allowing the two young men inside.
“Mom! Sam and Dean are here.”
Joyce popped her head out of the kitchen and smiled. She walked over to the boys and examined them as usual.
“Look at you two, handsome as ever. You must be breaking hearts every where you go. Come on in, take your coats off and relax. I won’t have dinner ready for about another hour. I hope you’re hungry because I think I over did it with the side dishes.”
“It smells fantastic,” Dean said merrily.
“Buffy, do you want to give a tour?”
“Sure, I’m all with the showy.”
Buffy led Sam and Dean through the living room, kitchen and backyard before retreating upstairs to the second floor.
“And last but not least, my room.”
Sam and Dean took a quick look around as Buffy sat on the edge of her bed.
“So, hunt anything interesting lately?”
Dean leaned against her dresser, “I wish, the past couple of cases we had turned out to be hoaxes or a college prank. You?’
Buffy shrugged, “Eh, vampire here, killer dummy there. You’d think living on a Hellmouth would invite more than just your run of the mill evil beings. But, no, vampire here, killer dummy there. It’s kind of insulting you know, I’m the Slayer, defender of the universe and all evil can throw at me is a vampire here, killer dummy there.”
“Well, at least you’re getting to kill stuff. I’ve been dying to shoot the shit out of something evil.”
“Well, you could try my principal, he’s pretty evil. He’s just always in my face waiting for the day I get expelled.”
“I don’t miss that,” Dean replied.
“So where’s John? My mom was disappointed he wasn’t coming.”
“He’s been looking into a case for a friend, couldn’t get away. He said he was going to try and come in tomorrow.”
Joyce called from downstairs.
“I better go see what she wants. You guys can hang here if you want.’
Buffy zipped out of the room giving Sam a chance to confront his brother.
“Wow Dean, I’m impressed.”
“You actually managed to have a conversation without any smart ass remarks or annoying nicknames. I guess my brother is growing up,” Sam said, smirking.
“Hey, it’s still early.”
“I didn’t know dad was coming.”
Dean shrugged, “He mentioned he was going to try.”
“Do you think he’ll ever share with us how he knew what a Slayer was?”
“He’ll tell us when he wants.”
Buffy returned a few minutes later with some soft drinks and a bowl of munchies.
“So Sam, what are you reading these days?”
Sam shrugged, popping the tab on the soda can, “Theories of Time Relativity and a couple of anthologies on the disintegration of the Greek empire.”
Buffy’s eyes widened, “Wow, you sound like Willow. I’m sure she’s got those books on her shelf. I think you’d like her, she’s into your “light” reading too and she also dabbles in a little computer hacking.”
“Wow, sounds like your soul sister Sammy.”
Sam scowled as Dean swept his eyes around the room and noticed something significant missing, pom poms.
“What, no cheer squad?”
Buffy rolled her eyes, “No, I wanted to join, did join, but then there was this psycho pageant mom that got all witchy and started terrorizing all the tryouts and it was just a big mess. I kind of cracked the whole cheerleading thing to an omen. Bad things happen in uniform.”
Joyce beckoned the three downstairs for dinner. Buffy, Sam and Dean descended the stairs as Joyce finished dressing the table. All the food was spread out in fancy platters and trays. After devouring platefuls of food, the three sat back and sighed.
“Seconds anyone?” Joyce asked.
All three shook their heads, shoving their empty plates aside. Buffy started to clean the table when her mom took over.
“I’ll take care of these. You go spend time with the boys.”
Buffy, shocked, nodded, “Okay.”
She walked into the living room and slumped down onto the couch where Dean was already flipping through the cable channels.
“You guys want to get some action later?”
Buffy winced, realizing how that question sounded.
“Oh, uh, I meant do you want to patrol with me later? There’s bound to be something you can get all killy with.”
“Well hell, I’m in.”
“We can’t go hunting by ourselves Dean, dad wouldn’t like it.”
“Jesus Sammy, we’re not twelve. Besides, you need the practice.”
"Don't worry Sam, I've got your back," Buffy chimed.
Dean chuckled, "You hear that Sammy, a girl's got your back."