Something's gotta give
A/N: Warning, this story contains major angst! Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, 20th Century Fox, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Television and Kuzui Enterprises. The show is distributed by 20th Century Fox and the Warner Brothers Television Network. Supernatural belongs to Erik Kripke, Warner Brothers and quite possibly others who are not mentioned here. No money will be made from this fan fiction. Story title belongs to a Christian Kane song. Something's gotta give
Dean Winchester fidgeted nervously as he approached the doors of Sunnydale High School, smoothing his tux again. Not for the first time that night did he wonder what the hell he was doing there at Buffy’s prom but when he pictured her serene smile on their date and the way she’d look in her dress he forged on. He pushed through the doors and after listening a moment, he headed toward the sound of music and voices, his steps becoming surer.
He entered the gym and swept his gaze around, looking for one person in particular. There were people standing by the refreshment stand, some were dancing, and some just talking, as uncomfortable as he felt. When he spotted her on the stage, all the breath went from his lungs and he felt as if he’d faint but he shrugged the feeling off. Dean Winchester never fainted.
She wore a gown that was a soft pink color, peach if he remembered her saying, and her hair was done up and off her neck. She had a soft smile on her lips and she held what looked like a trophy with an umbrella on top. He watched the students smile back at her and clap and he stayed exactly where he was, just watching her.
She stepped down from the stage and walked over to someone Dean recognized after a moment as Giles. Giles smiled at her paternally as she said something, holding up her trophy with a happy glint in her eyes. Giles noticed something and gently took her prize and Buffy slowly turned in the direction Giles had been looking.
Curious, Dean glanced over and froze when he saw Angel standing there in a tux, looking for all the world like Dean felt, as if he didn’t belong there. Buffy and Angel made their way to each other as Dean stared, his heart sinking with each step they took. He watched as Angel wrapped Buffy in his arms and she rested her head on his chest.
Dean felt like his heart had been tossed into a shredder but he couldn’t stand to watch any longer and he turned from the pair. He stalked to the door, pulling off his bowtie a little forcefully and shrugging out of his jacket.
He should have known that coming here would be a mistake, he berated himself, the image of Buffy and Angel burned into his mind. He’d spent half the money he’d earned hustling some idiot college kid on a tux and had spent an hour getting ready only to find her in someone else’s arms. No, he fumed as he slammed through the doors and outside, not someone else’s- Angel’s.
He didn’t stop walking until he reached the school parking lot where his beloved Impala waited. He climbed inside and slammed the door closed, then murmured an apology when his baby groaned in protest. He sat there in the front seat for several long minutes, wanting to put his fist through anything and everything.
Inside the gym, Buffy felt a stirring in her heart and she opened her eyes, focusing on the feeling. She looked up and caught the sight of someone that looked very familiar tearing through the gymnasium doors and through the hall. She gently removed herself from Angel’s arms and made her way through the crowd, her instinct telling her that she needed to follow the person.
When she finally reached the doors she glanced around and heard the sound of the front doors echo as they closed and she swiftly walked in that direction. Buffy pushed them open and scanned the ground but at that moment she heard a car engine fire to life, a car engine she knew. She turned toward the sound in time to see a pair of tail lights tear away from the parking lot with a squeal. Buffy watched as the car disappeared and when she realized it wasn’t coming back, she let out a resigned sigh and went back inside.
Dean let out a growl as he kissed the girl back, forcing his bleary mind away from Buffy. He’d gone right to a bar to get royally drunk and had managed to hook a pretty little brunette. She had blatantly kissed him full on the mouth and pulled him from his bar stool, and he’d taken her to a hotel room to finish what she’d started.
The girl moaned as she reached for his belt and pulled it off with a flick of her wrist and Dean yanked on her shirt, releasing some of his fury. She let out a little hum as he caught one of her breasts and she arched into him, and he bent to devour her smooth skin. He pictured Buffy in his mind as he kissed and caressed and he felt the girl running her nails over the nape of his neck.
Dean snarled and stopped what he was doing to grasp her wrist. Only one girl was allowed to use that weak spot, he thought through the haze of alcohol, fury and lust. She gave him a sultry smile and pressed her mouth to his collar.
She moved against him, and he gripped her hips to hold her still and grabbed a handful of her hair to pull her head back. She smiled at him as her face shifted into a vampire’s visage and he revealed the stake he’d hidden in the waistband of his pants. He plunged it into her heart and watched her turn to ash, his expression cold.
He adjusted himself and tossed the stake on the nightstand, “Stupid leeches,” he grunted before collapsing upon the bed in a dead sleep.