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This story is No. 3 in the series "Super Days". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: What are the chances of Dean running into Buffy again? It must be fate.

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Supernatural > Buffy-Centered > Pairing: Dean WinchesterthegirlinquestionFR71799061,26917 Dec 1017 Dec 10Yes
Chances Are

Disclaimer: I don't own either BtVS or Supernatural.

Notes: This is set in season 6 of Buffy, before Tara’s death, and before the beginning of Supernatural. One-shot. Third in the Super Days series.

Summary: What were the chances of Dean running into Buffy again? It must be fate.


It was just getting beyond ridiculous at this point. If he didn’t know better, Dean could have sworn she was following him. He knew that couldn’t have been the case, he was a Hunter for God’s sake, he knew how to cover his trail.

Yet here she was, standing in front of him with a disgruntled look on her pretty face. How long had it been since he had stumbled across her? 9 months?

And what was her name again? Something silly…. Fluffy? Bluffy? Bunny? He was interrupted by a throat delicately clearing. His attention was brought back to the blonde, who was currently glaring at him for all she was worth, green eyes narrowed. Hell, he wouldn’t be surprised if her foot was tapping…

Dean glanced down at her feet and was reminded why she was still standing in front of him. He knew he probably shouldn’t laugh but honestly? He just couldn’t help himself.

A chuckle escaped and, if possible, her eyes narrowed even more and her glare became more dangerous.

“How’s it hanging?” He asked, looking at the chains holding her wrists together securely, her body about 4 feet off the ground. That had to be uncomfortable, and who knows how long she had been hanging there.

“Get me down,” she demanded, body slightly swaying and chest heaving. Dean’s eyes were glued to said heaving chest for a minute before he really registered his surroundings. An ugly demon carcass was a few feet away, neck twisted at an odd angle.

Dean made his way closer to the demon, ignoring the sigh from the girl still hanging in the air. He crouched down next to the slimy beast, nose crinkling from the smell emanating from its body. He looked back over to Fluffy Bunny and raised his brows. “You do this?” he asked, already suspecting the answer.

She rolled her eyes and didn’t answer him, choosing instead to pull on the chains holding her wrists together. She struggled for a minute, and it did interesting things to her backside. After a moment, she stopped and swung herself around to face him. “Yes, I killed the nasty demon. He was trying to use me for some stupid ritual, but he got to close,” she paused and grinned. Dean had to admire the feral look. “When are they going to learn that just because my hands are tied up, doesn’t mean I can’t use my legs?”

Standing up, Dean made his way over to the blonde and gazed up at her. “So, how am I supposed to get you down?” She nodded her head towards the opposite wall, and Dean saw the chain wrapped around a pole.

After she had been dropped on the ground, and the chains taken off her wrists, Dean walked back over to the demon and the table set up alongside the other wall. He whistled at the wicked looking knife and, after a moments hesitation, pocketed the blade.

“Hey! I was gonna take that,” the girl said, coming up beside him.

“Sorry sweetheart, I got it first,” he replied, smiling at her. “We seem to be having a bad habit running into each other. What are the chances, 3 times in a year and a half?” Dean wriggled his eyebrows at her. “Maybe it’s fate.”

Fluffy Bunny rolled her eyes again. “Not likely, Donnie. More like bad luck.”

“First, my name is Dean, not Donnie. And you want to talk about bad luck? Because having the name of Fluffy Bunny, it doesn’t really seem like you have your fair share of good luck.” He was taunting her now, and was rewarded with an angry look.

“My name is Buffy,” she said, before turning around and headed back to the demon. Dean grinned and watched her bend over and grab something from the demons body. Damn, the girl had a body. A little on the skinny side, but some definite tone. “Thanks for the help.” She started walking towards the door.

“What, no thank you kiss?”

Buffy looked back over her shoulder, and Dean was struck with how pretty she actually was. “Tell you what,” she began. “If I run into you again, outside of LA and Sunnydale, maybe we can get a drink. I don’t meet too many people who know about demons. Maybe we can share some stories.” She smiled before turning back around and leaving.

Dean grinned before he realized that she had, once again, left him with a mess to clean up.

“Damn chick.”

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