Buffy managed to last for an hour before tossing her book onto the table and announcing, “I give…I need to hit something. You up for it Dean?”
Sam and Willow exchanged identical eye-rolls over their laptops, which their targets completely missed as they were already up and headed to the training room at the back of the library.
Everyone left at the table stifled giggles as the two made not so subtle attempts be the first to reach the training room.
“God, I wish I could watch that,” Sam said to no one in particular.
“Yeah, she’s so
gonna kick your brother’s ass,” Xander responded glancing through the door to where Buffy and Dean were warming up for their sparring session.
Sam grinned at him from across the table, “I know.”
seems to just piss her off,” Xander commented, still watching the two through the doorway.
“Yeah, Dean tends to have that affect on people,” Sam commented wryly. “But, he’s really not that bad once you get past all the crap.”
Xander nodded his head in agreement. “Yeah, and I think Buffy’s sort of using his crap to deal with her own issues.”
Xander looked like he was about to add more, but Willow broke in pointing out something in the book she was reading and Sam didn’t have a chance to ask anything else.
Buffy and Dean squared off in the training room.
Giles glanced back and forth between the two, and offered, “You two do realize this is only sparing. We are on the same side.”
Buffy grinned over to Giles and replied in her most innocent voice, “Of course we do. This is just training
. We’re just feeling each other out.”
Dean grinned at the innuendo, and opened his mouth to comment until a sharp glare from Giles shut him up. Instead he threw a smirk towards Buffy, and replied, “Sure thing, just feeling each other out
“Glad we all understand the purpose of this,” Giles commented. Then turning to Buffy, and saying just loud enough for her Slayer hearing to pick up “Kick his ass.” The smile Buffy flashed him was all the answer he needed.
Giles stepped back and the two Alphas began circling each other on the mat. Buffy moved with the grace years of cheerleading and the added level of Slayer agility gave her. Smooth and fluid she glided across the mat. Dean, lacking the Slayer’s bonus agility, still moved with a grace belied by his size and bulk. The tension in him tightly coiled, gave his movements a restrained flow. Each eyed the other, waiting for an opportunity to strike. Round and round they circled, neither making a strike, simply waiting; being. Then the taunts began because it was actually physically impossible for either of them to keep their mouths shut.
“If all we’re gonna do is dance sweetheart, why don’t you come in a little closer,” Dean smirked across the mat at Buffy.
“Not if you were the last man on the planet. And if you call me sweetheart one more time, I’m going to close that smart ass mouth for you.”
“Oh darlin’, don’t be like that,” Dean replied with a smirk.
Dean was the first to make a move, throwing a punch Buffy easily deflected. She followed up with a kick to his side, which he mostly side-stepped. Dean caught her ankle, and tried to flip her onto her back, but Buffy was a step ahead. She landed a kick to the side of his head that had Dean releasing her foot and stumbling back, while she landed on her feet. Buffy quickly followed with a volley of punches and kicks but Dean recovered quickly and blocked the majority of hits.
When she dropped to the ground to sweep his feet from underneath him, he was ready and jumped so she missed. Landing in a crouch, he caught her leg and drug her toward him. Buffy responded by pouncing on him and knocking him onto his back. Dean quickly flipped her, and straddled her waist, knees on her arms just below her shoulders and forearm across her neck.
He smirked down at her and asked, “Give up yet, sweetheart?”
Buffy had been holding back until this point. Regardless of how annoying the jerk was, he still wasn’t the enemy, but something in her snapped with his last comment. Using all of her slayer strength, she brought her legs up wrapped them around his neck and through him off of her and across the room where he crashed into the wall. She was on him in an instant, pinning him as he had just pinned her; arm across his throat.
“No, I’m good. What about you? Had enough yet?” Buffy grinned down at him as he struggled to loosen her hold.
Dean bucked and tried to dislodge her. He worked his arms free (and tried to ignore the little voice that said she let him) and attempted to push her off. She didn’t move accept to increase the pressure across his neck.
When Dean started seeing stars from the lack of oxygen, he finally called, “Give. I give.”
With one superior grin down at him, Buffy rolled off of him and onto her feet. Dean lay there for a moment staring at the ceiling and coming to terms with the fact he had just got his ass handed to him. By a girl. A very small girl (his overly helpful mind supplied to him). Who looked like a cheerleader. Well, at least she was hot. He grinned to himself at the thought of her in a cheerleading skirt and flicked his eyes over to Buffy who was still eyeing him a bit warily. Then he smiled a real smile at her.
After a moment, Buffy returned the smile and offered him a hand up accepting the offered truce.
Once on his feet, Dean grinned at her once more, then turned and called out, “Oh Sammy, it’s your turn!” With his back to Buffy he missed the flush that crossed her cheeks at words.
When Dean returned to the library from his training session he looked at the group sitting around the table. There were the three empty seats across the table from Red where he, Buffy and Sam had been sitting before and one empty chair between Oz and Red.
Dean therefore took the only logical seat…the one right beside Willow.
Willow looked up from her laptop at him as he sprawled into the chair a confused look on her face.
Dean shot her Smirk #2™ (I’m adorable). “Hey Red, you guys found anything yet?”
Willow replied, “Nothing definite yet. I still think it is a subset of a class of chaos demons but I can’t find anything specific on them, only vague mentions they exist and a repeated reference to some text called ‘Demons of Havoc, Mayhem and Chaos’. It’s an ancient text, and I checked with Giles and he’d never heard of it and I can’t seem to find anything on it. I’ve gone to all the usual websites and nothing…”
Willow trailed off mid ramble as Dean started to mutter under his breath then, “Hey, where’s that big brown box I brought in?” Dean dug through the box, pulling up a battered leather volume entitled, “Daemones autem Devastabat, et Chaos Mayhem,” and presenting the book for the others to see.
“I knew that title sounded familiar, just took me a second to place the Latin,” Dean said with satisfied look on his face. “Here you go Red, see what it says.” Dean went to hand the book over.
“Oh, I’ll have to go get Giles to translate it, hold on,” Willow said as she made to stand up.
“You can’t read it?” Dean asked slightly taken aback.
Willow shook her head, and blushed slightly, “I’m just learning. I know enough to do some rituals and stuff, but not enough to really read a text yet.”
. Don’t bother Giles yet. I’ll look and see if it’s got anything useful before we disrupt Sam’s beat down. Wouldn’t him to miss the fun,” Dean replied brining the book back to his seat.
“You can read Latin?” Xander asked unable to keep the disbelief out of his voice.
Slightly offended Dean looked up, “Yes, I can read Latin. Just cause I don’t get a hard on over moldy old books like Sammy does, doesn’t mean I can’t do it. I’d mostly just rather skip to the ‘killing the evil shit’ part of the show.”
Xander huffed a small laugh at that and asked, “So, explain to me again why you and Buffy don’t get along? Her default response is ‘What is it?’ and more importantly ‘How do I kill it?”
Dean shrugged his response and quiet fell back over the library as they all returned to their search.
“Guys, I think I found it. Listen to this…”
Sam knew it was ridiculous. Really he did. He glanced across the mat to where Buffy was warming-up for their sparring session. Logically, he knew from last night she was more than capable of kicking his ass. Besides, he had hit plenty of girls before…granted they were all monsters, but still. And, really even though Buffy wasn’t a monster, she was definitely supernatural, so there really wasn’t any reason for him to be standing there like a deer caught in the headlights.
Except that now she had moved to the large punching bag and was landing a series of roundhouse kicks to it and any rational though in his head flew right out the window.
He found himself staring at the litheful grace she moved with. It was almost art in motion. Her tiny frame belying the power obvious in the blows she landed. As she continued to land hits to the bag, she slowly circled around until her back was to him.
Sam found himself staring at the way the denim stretched tight across her ass; wondering how it would feel in his hands. Would it be tight and firm from all the training, or soft and pliant in his hands? How would she kiss? Would it be the sweet innocent kisses he had shared with girls before? Or would the Slayer part of her creep in? Take control of kiss? Pin him to the wall? Oh God! I’m turning into Dean!
Sam thought as he realized his cock was hardening in his jeans. Shit! Shit! Shitshitshitshit! There is absolutely no way I can do this with her now! There is no way I can get that close without…without…Shit!!!
Before true panic could set in, a call from the main library interrupted the training session as they went to see what the others had found.