Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer
. They belong to Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke. Also, no Impalas were harmed in the making of this fic.
Author's Note: This was written for authoressnebula on LJ as a Christmas present - if I remember right, fic was on her wishlist. :) Also, I haven't written Buffy/Dean in awhile but she always manages to get me inspired with this pairing so sweetie, even if though it's short, I hope you like it!
Buffy stormed out of the bar, keys digging in to the skin of her hand as she shoved the door closed behind her.
That jerk, that asshole, that stupid creep. She blew out a breath and turned sharply towards the parking lot, her steps eating up the distance.
Like Dean would even notice she’d left when he hadn’t even noticed that she’d arrived. Her lips twisted into a smirk. Oh, but she bet he’d notice when he realized his keys were missing.
She shifted her grip on them as she slowed down; taking in the sight of the gleaming black Impala sitting near the light.
Never let it be said that Dean didn’t take care of his baby.
Buffy twirled the keys around her finger for a few moments before she walked up to the driver’s side and, taking great pleasure in the damage she was doing, dug the keys into the door, digging the keys into the paint and dragging them over the entire side of the car, leaving a long and deep scratch. She barely winced at the screeching sound the keys made, choosing instead to repeat the action on the passenger side and then turning to carve the word ‘ass’ into the hood of the car.
Buffy stepped back and studied the car before she stepped forward and carved a few more lines into the hood, underlining ‘ass’ before she shoved her keys into her pocket.
Head tilted, she tapped her fingers against her hip a few times before she slowly smiled and spun quickly into a roundhouse, listening to the satisfying sound of glass shattering when her foot connected with a headlight. She didn’t hesitate to repeat the movement on the other headlight, her smile brightening when she walked around the side of the car, the glass crunching beneath her foot as she did so.
Still not satisfied, Buffy pulled out her dagger, twirling it between her fingers. She smiled as inspiration struck and she suddenly reached out, slashing the tire closest to her. She watched as the air seeped out of the tire before moving and slashing the other three tires as well. Each tire slowly began to flatten and she grinned when she remembered Dean’s rant about what a flat tire could do to a person’s rims.
Oh, this was going to hurt when he saw it.
She stepped back and studied the damage before shaking her head slightly. It was missing one last thing and that was the keys actually being in the car.
Buffy looked down at the keys in her hand and then back up at the car. She supposed she could just use the keys to unlock the car but, really, what would be fun about that?
She slammed her foot through the driver’s side window, muttering a satisfied, “Ha,” over the sound of glass shattering a second time. She didn’t hesitate in tossing the keys through the hole that she’d created before she turned and walked off, imagining the look on Dean’s face when he saw his car. ~*~*~
“...and that’s what I’d do if I ever caught Dean cheating on me,” Buffy concluded.
Sam stared at her, slightly shocked. “Wow,” he finally said. “You’ve given that a lot of thought.”
Buffy nodded. “Yup.” She glanced over at Dean, a small smile tugging at her mouth. “Dean?”
Dean continued to stare at Buffy in horror before he swallowed. “I...I’m just going to go check on the car,” he finally said, shoving out of the booth and bolting out of the diner.
Buffy and Sam watched through the window as he ran his hands along the side of the car, visibly letting out a sigh of relief, before they looked at each other and burst out laughing.
“He should just be happy I left the tape deck alone,” Buffy giggled.