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tamingthemuseTitle: Just Another Night Being Superheroes
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners and I make no profit off of them.
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Prompt:
Pairings/Characters: Buffy Summers/Dean Winchester
Summary: Buffy and Dean do what they do best, argue and kick ass, in that order.
The shovel dug into the dirt and Dean put a little poor pressure on it, the earth breaking more as he heaved it up. He heard the whistling behind him and gritted his teeth, digging in again to the 30 year old grave of one Miss Emma Thomas, pissed off spirit that was haunting her old home and generally being a bitch to anyone that moved in.
He finally hit wood and with a renewed vigor cleared off the area and used the tip if the shovel to crack open the coffin.
“Eww gross,” he rolled his eyes as he pulled himself up and out of the grave to stand beside the petite blond who wasn’t looking at him but the dirt he was covered in.
“Oh, I’m sorry princess,” Dean sneered “maybe if I had a little help.”
“Sorry, I’m not much of a digging up the dead kind of gal, my dead comes to me.” Buffy grinned sunnily at him “But I get that you have a thing for it, it’s sweet really.”
Dean snorted and reached for the gasoline, spreading it over Emma’s rotting corpse and following that with the salt. Beside him Buffy tensed and he reached for the shotgun he kept close by, expecting it to be the old gals spirit ready to rip them to shreds. It was, but she wasn’t alone, behind her flickering form were half a dozen ugly as hell vampires.
Buffy drew a stake her voice low “You play with Casper honey; I’ll take care of the day time challenged.”
“Have fun.” he cocked the gun and pointed, the shot thundering out of the gun and clearing the way for Buffy to launch herself at the vampires. Dean didn’t waste any time watching her toss them around, it wasn’t their first fight together and he had long since learned she could take care of herself.
It had become familiar, hearing the fight behind him as he turned and flicked on the lighter, tossing it into the grave and getting rid of at least one problem. He didn’t have much time to be satisfied with a job well done, he was already tossing down the shotgun and reaching for the stake she had made him carry.
It was different fighting vampires, he was no Slayer and each time he went toe to toe with them he was reminded of that. Still, Dean liked to think he had gotten to the point where he could hold his own. He wasn’t as fast or as strong as they were but he had been trained to fight since he was a kid, and most recently that training had been done by Buffy.
She was annoying but she knew her stuff, she knew how to fight, and it had been fun.
It wasn’t hard to stake the vamps, they were newly risen, unaware of their own strength giving Dean the advantage because he knew just exactly how hard he could hit. By the time the dust from the last vampire settled around him, mixing with the sweat from his body Buffy was standing over the now smoldering blaze shovel in hand.
She looked at him her nose wrinkled and a streak of blood down her chin from where one of the creatures had nicked her with its nail. “Can you tell Dawn to cancel the barbeque tonight, cause it sounds incredibly gross right now.”
Dean grinned flipping the stake in his hand his heart still beating wildly from the fight. “I don’t know, I could go for a burger.”
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners and I make no profit off of them.
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Prompt:
Pairings/Characters: Buffy Summers/Dean Winchester
Summary: Buffy and Dean do what they do best, argue and kick ass, in that order.
The shovel dug into the dirt and Dean put a little poor pressure on it, the earth breaking more as he heaved it up. He heard the whistling behind him and gritted his teeth, digging in again to the 30 year old grave of one Miss Emma Thomas, pissed off spirit that was haunting her old home and generally being a bitch to anyone that moved in.
He finally hit wood and with a renewed vigor cleared off the area and used the tip if the shovel to crack open the coffin.
“Eww gross,” he rolled his eyes as he pulled himself up and out of the grave to stand beside the petite blond who wasn’t looking at him but the dirt he was covered in.
“Oh, I’m sorry princess,” Dean sneered “maybe if I had a little help.”
“Sorry, I’m not much of a digging up the dead kind of gal, my dead comes to me.” Buffy grinned sunnily at him “But I get that you have a thing for it, it’s sweet really.”
Dean snorted and reached for the gasoline, spreading it over Emma’s rotting corpse and following that with the salt. Beside him Buffy tensed and he reached for the shotgun he kept close by, expecting it to be the old gals spirit ready to rip them to shreds. It was, but she wasn’t alone, behind her flickering form were half a dozen ugly as hell vampires.
Buffy drew a stake her voice low “You play with Casper honey; I’ll take care of the day time challenged.”
“Have fun.” he cocked the gun and pointed, the shot thundering out of the gun and clearing the way for Buffy to launch herself at the vampires. Dean didn’t waste any time watching her toss them around, it wasn’t their first fight together and he had long since learned she could take care of herself.
It had become familiar, hearing the fight behind him as he turned and flicked on the lighter, tossing it into the grave and getting rid of at least one problem. He didn’t have much time to be satisfied with a job well done, he was already tossing down the shotgun and reaching for the stake she had made him carry.
It was different fighting vampires, he was no Slayer and each time he went toe to toe with them he was reminded of that. Still, Dean liked to think he had gotten to the point where he could hold his own. He wasn’t as fast or as strong as they were but he had been trained to fight since he was a kid, and most recently that training had been done by Buffy.
She was annoying but she knew her stuff, she knew how to fight, and it had been fun.
It wasn’t hard to stake the vamps, they were newly risen, unaware of their own strength giving Dean the advantage because he knew just exactly how hard he could hit. By the time the dust from the last vampire settled around him, mixing with the sweat from his body Buffy was standing over the now smoldering blaze shovel in hand.
She looked at him her nose wrinkled and a streak of blood down her chin from where one of the creatures had nicked her with its nail. “Can you tell Dawn to cancel the barbeque tonight, cause it sounds incredibly gross right now.”
Dean grinned flipping the stake in his hand his heart still beating wildly from the fight. “I don’t know, I could go for a burger.”
