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Summary: When Buffy's parents are murdered by vampires, John Winchester takes her in. How different will her life be, being raised in a family of hunters? What happens when she's called as The Slayer?

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Supernatural > Buffy-Centered > Pairing: Dean WinchesterJessAngelusFR18722,3932166,8506 Apr 1228 Jun 12No

Date Night

AN: The countdown has begun to the end of season one. Only 7 chapter left! Not including this one.

Reviews keep me motivated!

Date Night



A vampire sent a kick to Buffy's head. She quickly ducked, sending him back with a kick of her own. He came at her again, fists flying and she neatly blocked his blows.

"We haven't been properly introduced." Buffy said as she whipped out a stake. "I'm Buffy, and you're history!"

Dean chuckled at Buffy's quip as he dusted his own vamp.

"Poor technique." Giles said, popping up from behind a sarcophagus. "Prioritizing, sub-par... Execution was adequate, but a bit too bloody for my taste. Especially yours." He said, looking at Dean.

"This coming from the guy who hasn't staked a vamp since the Harvest." Dean said, getting irritated.

"Well I am not the Slayer." Giles pointed out.

"Last time I checked, neither was I. And yet, witness me being useful."

"Yes, well you're a hunter." Giles said and dismissed the frowning teen. "I'm not saying that your methods are without merit, it's, uh, y-you're spending too much time and energy. It should simply be: plunge, and move on."

Buffy rolled her eyes. She was about to give a snippy reply when he eyes caught sight of something shiny on the ground.

"What's this?" She asked, reaching down and grabbing what turned out to be a ring.

Giles took the ring from her, examining it. "I don't know." He said with a frown.

"But it bothers you?"

"Yes. Well, I... I thought this vampire was just on a random kill, but it may be something else."

"And I'm guessing it's nothing good." Dean said.

"Quite. I best consult my books."

"Well you go be book guy. We're gonna call it a night." Buffy said.

…..

Dean sat on the bed, his back against the headboard. Buffy sat between his legs, leaning back against his chest as they read their English Lit. assignment.

Buffy smiled as Dean's arms wrapped around her waist and he placed a kiss on her temple.

"I was thinking… we should take tomorrow night off." Dean said.

"That'd be nice. We haven't had a night off in a while." Buffy said, putting the book down and relaxing back against him.

"I was thinking we could do something, just you and me. I'll take you out somewhere."

Buffy turned to look at him, her eyes sparkling. "You mean like a date night?" She asked excitedly.

Dean nodded. "Yeah."

Buffy's smile widened. "That'd be great. We haven't done that… well ever actually."

"I know. We never really had the opportunity. And it'd be nice to take a break for a night. Ya know, do something normal."

"It really would." Buffy agreed. "I'll tell Giles in the morning that we're going off the clock."

"It's a date." Dean said with a grin and kissed her softly.



Dean loved free periods. Like really really loved them. Especially when he didn't have to spend them researching some monster and was free to do what he was currently doing, making out with Buffy against her locker.

"There you are." Dean heard Giles' voice say. He mentally groaned. Maybe if they just kept doing what they were doing he'd get the hint and leave.

"I did more research about the Order of Aurelius and you were spot on about the connection."

Crap. No such luck. But apparently Buffy's thoughts were along the same line as his because she showed no signs of wanting to stop, seemingly content to ignore Giles, or at the very least continue to make out while half listening to him ramble on.

"I've looked at the writings of Aurelius himself, and he, he prophesied that the brethren of his order would come to the Master and bring him the Anointed." Giles explained, frustrated that they persisted with their public display of affection while we was trying to talk to them. "Do pay attention. This is of great importance!"

Buffy made a non-committal sound and continued exploring the inside of Dean's mouth.

"The Anointed is a warrior, and it says he will rise from the ashes of the Five on the evening of the thousandth day after the Advent of Septus." Giles went on. "Which is tonight."

That last part got their attention as the couple paused before breaking apart and simultaneously looking at Giles with matching wide hazel-green eyes. "Tonight?"

"No no no! It can't be tonight!" Buffy denied.

"My calculations are precise." Giles insisted.

"Nuh uh! They're bad calculations! Bad! I told you, we're off the clock. No hunting of any kind tonight." Buffy said, not bothering to keep the whine out of her voice.

"Alright, I-I'll just jump in my time machine, go back to the twelfth century and ask the vampires to postpone their ancient prophecy for a few days while you take in dinner and a show." Giles said snidely.

"Okay, at this point you're abusing sarcasm." Buffy said flatly.

"Buffy, this is no ordinary vampire. But we have to stop him before he reaches the Master." Giles told her seriously.

Dean sighed. "Well there went our plans. I think we just put our finger on why we don't do the dating thing." He said looking at Buffy.

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry your plans were disrupted but the dark forces are aligning against us, and we have a chance to beat them back. Tonight we go into battle!"

…..

Buffy, Dean, and Giles sat in the empty cemetery that night, not a vampire in sight. Buffy and Dean were leaning against the back of a headstone, looking bored and annoyed.

"Perhaps I miscalculated." Giles said with a sniff.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Uh, ya think?"

"Well, you know what they say. Ninety percent of the vampire slaying game is, is waiting." Giles said, polishing his glasses.

Buffy rolled her eyes. "You couldn't have told me that ninety percent ago?"

"Well, we, we've certainly waited here long enough." The water said, standing up.

Buffy and Dean stood up was well. "Besides, there aren't any fresh graves. Who's gonna rise?" Dean pointed out.

Giles sighed. "Apparently no one tonight."

"So we can bail?" Buffy asked.

Dean looked at the time on his phone. "Well it's too late to go to the restaurant but we can still salvage at least part of this night."

"Oh, very well then. Follow your hormones if you want." Giles said dismissively.

Buffy and Dean looked at each other and grinned before running off in the direction of the Impala.

They got in the car and grinned at each other before Dean pulled her into his arms. So their date plans didn't pan out. There were other things they could do.

Buffy ran her fingers through Dean's hair, dragging his head down to hers, kissing him fiercely.

"This is so much better than sitting in a graveyard." She murmured against his lips.

"Hell yes." Dean's eyes widened when she grabbed his hands and shoved them under her shirt. He didn't need any more encouragement. He slid his hands under the cups of her bra, massaging the firm globes of her breast.

Buffy moaned and slid so she was laying down on the seat and pulled Dean on top of her, her tongue snaking out, tasting the skin of his neck. She nipped and sucked on the column of his throat making him groan.

Dean's head was spinning. Buffy was being eager and aggressive and it was hot as hell. He pushed up her shirt and bra, exposing her breast to the cool air. She gasped as his mouth latched on to a nipple, the sensations making her ache between her legs.

And then his cell phone rang.

"Sonofabitch!"

Dean reluctantly climbed off Buffy and retrieved his phone from his pocket. "Hello?"

"Dean, dad's getting ready to go on a hunt. He says get here."

Dean groaned. And there went what remained of their night. Dammit dammit dammit!

"Fine. We'll be there in 10." Dean hung up the phone and pouted. Like a seriously hardcore pout. He looked over at his girlfriend spread out on the seat, her hair mussed and her lips pink and swollen from his kisses and her breast exposed and looking fucking delicious… and he seriously wanted to shoot something.

"We gotta go." Dean groaned, banging his head on the steering wheel .

Buffy groaned as well, coving her face with her hands. "Why does life suck so much?" She whined.

"I'm guessing we did something horrible in a past life." Dean said. He waited until she'd righted her clothes before starting the car.

Buffy glanced over and Dean and let out a giggle.

He cocked an eyebrow at her. "What?"

"Your neck…"

Dean leaned up to look at himself in the rearview mirror and his eyes widened. He had a huge hickey.

"Oh I am so gonna get you back for that. You just wait." Dean promised.

"Oh I'm scared Winchester. Positively shaking." Buffy teased.

"You will be when I'm done with you." Dean said huskily as he drove the Impala towards Revello Drive.

Buffy gave Dean a smoldering look. "I'm gonna hold you to that." She purred.

Dean wasn't sure what had gotten into Buffy tonight, but whatever it was he liked it. A lot. Buffy was never shy with him but she wasn't usually this forward either.

Dean pulled the car into the drive way and killed the engine. He turned to Buffy and slid a hand to the back of her neck and kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth, making her toes curl. After a moment he pulled away, smirking at her dazed expression.

"Alright let's go."

Buffy took a deep breath, attempting to compose herself before she had to go into the house and face her father figure. Once her heart rate had slowed slightly, she left the car.

"I got a case in Pasadena. Should only take a couple of days. Dean you're in charge." John said as he lifted a duffle bag over his shoulder. His eyes narrowed as he looked at his eldest son. "Boy what the hell happened to your neck?"

Dean's hand flew instinctively to the hickey on his neck and his eyes widened. "Oh uh nothing. Just took a hit on patrol." Dean said quickly. A little too quickly.

Buffy felt her face flush when John looked at her suspiciously.

"Uh huh." The older Winchester said, clearly unconvinced. He shook his head and walked to the door. "Don't make me a grandfather." He said tiredly, and left.

Sam looked between Buffy and Dean and just shook his head.

"Not a word Sammy." Dean warned.

Sam snickered and wandered into the kitchen to get some ice cream.

….

Okay I suck. I've been gone for like 2 months because my computer broke and as for this poor excuse for a chapter… Well it started as an adaptation of Never Kill A Boy On The First Date but then… I just couldn't really figure out how to finish it so I kinda quit and left you with a drabble filled with sexual frustration. Sorry. I promise the next few chapters will be way better. And let's face it, everyone's waiting for Angel and Prophesy Girl anyway.

The End?

You have reached the end of "Nothing Short of Everything" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 28 Jun 12.

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