Chapter 1 - The Special Cookie
I’VE LOVED YOU SO LONG
Disclaimer: BTVS, Supernatural and all characters and related elements are properties of their genius creators, Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke. FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY no infringement intended. I own nothing.
Summary: A look at the lifetime relationship between the Slayer and the Hunter
Spoilers: pre-BTVS season 1 through season 7, pre-SN through seasons 1-3
A/N: This is based on a four year age difference between the two.
Buffy – age 4
Dean – age 8
“What are we doing here dad?”
“You and Sam are going to stay with your aunt Joyce for a couple of weeks while I look into a few things.”
“Why can’t we go with you?”
John Winchester looked over at his eight year old son and gave a small smile.
“Because where I’m going is no fun for kids.”
“Why can’t we stay at a motel like we usually do?”
“It’d be nice for you and Sam to stay in a home for awhile. Just do as I ask Dean. Be good for your aunt Joyce.”
“She’s not our real aunt,” Dean lamented.
“I know but she was your mother’s best friend and roommate in college. I expect you to be on your best behavior.”
“Now go on up, take your brother. I’ll be back in two weeks.”
Dean sighed as he towed Sam out of the car, carrying their backpacks. He ran up to the porch and pushed the doorbell. After a few seconds, the door was answered by an older woman with curly blonde hair. She kneeled down to be his eye level.
“Dean Winchester, my how you’ve grown since I last saw you.”
Dean grinned, “I’m gonna be a man soon.”
She smiled and laughed, “Yes, you are. Come on in, I just made a fresh batch of cookies.”
As the boys ran inside, Joyce waved to John who smiled before pulling away from the curb.
Joyce brought out the plate of cookies and glasses of milk as Sam and Dean climbed onto the couch in the living room. The two boys tore into the cookies as a little blonde girl shot down the stairs.
“I smell cookies!” she said.
“This is my daughter Buffy. Honey, this is Dean and his brother Sam. They’re going to stay with us for a few weeks until their dad gets back.”
Joyce switched the television on and went into the kitchen. Buffy hovered over the plate of cookies, studying them until she found one she liked. She picked up the cookie and placed it on a napkin. Dean looked at her cookie which seemed different than the others.
“What’s that one?”
“It has M & Ms,” she said, grinning, “Mommy always makes one special for me.”
She plopped down in front of the television and began changing the channels until she stopped on My Little Pony. She came back to the table to find her precious cookie missing. She looked over at Dean who had half an M & M cookie dangling from his mouth.
“You stole my cookie!”
“I didn’t do anything.”
Buffy charged up to him and shoved him in the chest, knocking him over the couch. Little Sam giggled as Dean shook his head.
Joyce ran in, “What’s going on in here?” She saw Dean on the floor, rubbing his head.
“Buffy Anne Summers, what did you do?”
Buffy crossed her arms, “Mommy, he ate my special cookie.”
“Honey, we have guests, you are not to push Dean again, understand?”
Buffy stomped her feet and pouted as Dean stuck his tongue out at her.
Four years later.
Twelve year old Dean Winchester flew through the front door of the Summers’ house. He kicked off his shoes and collapsed on the couch in front of the television. He noticed a plate of cookies with a note on top. Joyce and Hank were out; the kids were upstairs watching a video. Good. He was looking forward to some peace and quiet. Dad had dropped him and Sam off almost a week and a half ago. He had protested, trying to convince his father he could take care of Sam by himself in a motel room. For some reason, John Winchester insisted his boys stay with the Summers family. Dean didn’t understand but would never question his father. At least the neighborhood had a bevy of cute girls at the local shopping mall. He had spent the past three days with Shelby Michaels from the down the street. She had a pool and hot tub at her house as well as parents who worked until five in the afternoon.
Dean leaned his head back against the sofa and started to drift off to sleep when a loud burst of giggles broke the silence. Dean groaned at the distinct laughter of his brother and Buffy upstairs. He trudged up the stairs and ambled down the hall to the guest room. He fell back onto the bed as another wave of chuckling erupted.
“Knock it off!” he growled
Another minute passed and then an eruption of giggles.
“I said knock it off you two!”
Hushed silence made him relax until there was another wave of laughter. Dean tore out of the guest room and stormed down to Buffy’s room, prepared to scream at the young brats entrusted in his care. The room was empty and undisturbed. He noticed the closet door was slightly open. He heard muffled chatter and then stifled laughter.
Dean ripped the closet doors open.
“What the hell is going on in here!”
Sam looked up at his brother innocently as Dean regarded the lipstick smudges on his mouth.
“Oh hell,” he replied, yanking his brother out of the closet.
“We were just playing.” Buffy said, wiping her lipstick off with the back of her hand.
“Yeah, well that kind of playing leads to trouble and my dad would skin me alive if your mother found out I let you two play like that. Go downstairs Sammy and wipe that crap off your face.”
“But I want to play with Buffy.”
Dean rolled his eyes, “As much as I admire your advance learning kiddo, that girl is nothing but trouble. Now go.”
Buffy huffed, “I’m not trouble, you’re trouble Dean Winchester, you’re a cookie stealing, fun wrecking, cow pattie and I don’t like you.”
“Well that makes two of us sweetie.”