Damn the Booze, Buffy
Head First
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke
Summary: After a rendezvous in Los Angeles, Dean discovers something that will forever change his life… A daughter…
Spoilers: Post “Chosen” and before the season of Supernatural!
Authors Notes: Now remember, I changed the year, so means the ages as well! In 2002, the present, Buffy is 21, Sam is 18, and Dean is 22...
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Damn the Booze, Buffy
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Hyperion Hotel- Los Angeles 2002
“Was he at least good?” Willow asked as she tried not to laugh. She failed miserably as she fell off Buffy’s bed in laughter.
“With a capital fantastic,” Buffy groaned.
“Does that even make sense?” Xander asked from his reclined chair. “I’m not seeing the sense of it.”
“You’re not supposed to,” Willow rolled her eyes. “It’s a girl thing and you wouldn’t understand.”
“I’m pretty sure that I don’t want to.”
“Can we get back to me and my problems please?” Buffy asked.
“How do you feel about Dean?” Willow asked quietly. “Why is it you’re so miserable if it was just a one time thing?”
“From what I can remember of my drunken night, which I have you two to thank for by the way, I actually liked him.”
“Our fault?”
“Liked him like Angel like him or liked him like Spike like him?”
“Two things, I repeat, our fault? And number two, Willow, that made no sense either!” Xander yelled frustrated.
“Yes, your fault,” Buffy turned to him. “I was fine and dandy patrolling, but you sent me to have fun and unwind. And yes, I did unwind, a little too much.”
“Fine, we will take blame for that, but can someone explain the whole Angel and Spike like thing?”
“You’ve known us for how long and you can’t figure out our speech?” Willow smirked.
“I lost my book of translations when the Hellmouth went poof,” Xander fired back.
“Fine, Angel like was Buffy acting all school girl around him, getting those butterflies in your stomach. Spike like was Buffy being ravaged or even doing the ravaging herself.”
“You’ve thought about this a lot, huh?” Buffy quirked an eyebrow.
“I had to do something when I stopped using magic,” Willow shrugged.
“So how do you feel about this Dean?” Xander asked.
Buffy honestly didn’t know what to tell her friends. If this was just about the sex they had, then she’d happily tell them that it was good. More than good, it was fantastic, but that’s another story that Xander will never hear.
Did she really want a relationship with Dean? He was arrogant, but when it came down to it, he was genuinely a nice guy. But it was too late to get him back now considering he left hours ago and he didn’t leave a phone number. They both agreed that it was all about sex, nothing more. But now she wanted more… She thought.
“If he were here now, then I might consider having a relationship of some kind with him,” Buffy said slowly.
“Looks like I’m gonna have to track him down for the ol’ Buffster,” Xander sighed as he stood from his chair.
“No, just leave him,” Buffy waved her hand. “We came to an agreement and I will stick to that. I don’t want to take him from whatever life he has.”
“Are you sure?” Xander asked. “Willow could track him down in a second.”
“Thanks for asking,” Willow huffed. “I’m not some magical whore who puts out with her abilities.”
“There will be no whoring of any sort,” Buffy said. She was glad Dean was gone. He wouldn’t have to meet her dysfunctional family, though she wouldn’t trade them for anything.
“Now that that’s settled, we can bury this whole Dean issue and move on,” Xander spoke.
“Right, what’s on the books for today?” Buffy asked thoughts of Dean now forgotten.
What she didn’t know, was that because of their drunken carelessness, no condom was used. Though slayers having children were rare, Buffy herself was a rare slayer. And it only took that one time, slayer or not, to get pregnant.
“I’ve got a bun in the oven,” Willow said. At the shocked looked on her friends faces, she decided to clarify. “I’m baking.”
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