There's a Difference
There's a Difference Disclaimer:
I don’t own Supernatural or Buffy. That’s Erik Kripke and Joss WhedonAuthor’s Note
: This is formerly of Bits and Pieces.
Xander watched as Dean finally just pinned Dawn to the wall and kissed her stupid. They’d been tearing at one another for almost two weeks. Dawn couldn’t help it she was right about the demon and Dean couldn’t help it he sometimes acted like a dickhead. Theirs was not necessarily a match made in Heaven. Xander even suspected the other side had set it up just so they’d have something to laugh about while the Watcher’s Council and the Winchesters decimated their ranks. One bullheaded Winchester plus one mule stubborn Summers girl equaled insta-chaos.
Now, though, now they were trying to suck one another’s face off. The peace wouldn’t last. Dawn was usually right and Dean was always stubborn.
Xander sighed, “Ah, it warms the cockles.”
Sam looked at him, amused, and said, “I don’t think that means what you think it means.”
Xander scowled. “Pervert. I meant that it’s good to see them getting along. Not that it’ll last.”
“When did you get to be such a pessimist?” Sam asked, letting the pervert comment roll off his back. Dean
was his big brother. He’d been called worse.
“Four months trapped in a car with them with their sexual tension and you with your pouting, that’s what made me such a pessimist,” Xander finally snapped. Either Sam was interested or he’d get a brawl, either way, he needed to blow off some steam.
“I do not pout,” Sam said, getting up in his face.
“That time you fell down the stairs and Dean laughed at you? You pouted. And the time Dawn beat you at Google-foo? You pouted. You pouted when Missouri told you to cut your hair and Bobby called you an idget and Ellen did that poker face thing she does whenever she sees the two of you coming. You, Samuel Winchester, are nothing but a big old pouter,” Xander said, stabbing his finger into Sam’s broad chest.
If he was anything like his brother…Yep, Sam curled those huge hands of his into Xander’s shirt and…huh, kissing. There was kissage. Apparently he wasn’t exactly
like his brother. Dean would have punched him to shut him up. Sam’s way was infinitely more pleasing. And look, big hands! Xander knew what that meant.