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tamingthemuseTitle: Beer Bad
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners and I make no profit off of playing with them.
Rating: PG-15
Pairing(s): Buffy/Dean, Sam/Dawn, Faith/Xander, Willow/Oz
Spoilers: BtVS post Chosen, SPN season 1 "Provenance"
Summary: Answer to Jinni's woke up in Vegas challenge. Dean and Sam are on a Hunt in the city of sin when Dean wakes up after a night of heavy drinking to find himself married to none other than Buffy Summers, the best friend of the brother he had to give up and a Vampire Slayer.
Previous Parts: http://www.tthfanfic.org/Story-9429/Chosenfire+Beer+Bad.htm
Author's Notes: This is only the first part of the chapter, the full version won't be posted for a few more days and will a few thousand words more. Beta'd by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
blue_icy_rose.
Chapter 15 Part 1
Buffy pulled out a stake from a compartment in her suitcase, just in case any vamps were hanging around the cemetery they were visiting, and her hand brushed a black velvet box tucked under a vial of Holy Water.
She slipped the stake into the waistband of her jeans, her skin long used to the rough slide of the wood, and she pulled out the box, holding it lightly in her hand. Her finger traced the smooth surface and apprehension settled low in her gut as she popped it open, knowing what was inside.
It had been years since she had put them there.
The plain silver cross laid heavy on the white cushion and beside it, unsupported and nestled in the corner, was the silver claddagh ring Angel had given her all those years ago.
The cross had been given for protection, a promise to be there for her.
The ring had been given for love, eternal, so she would always belong to him.
Her fingers traced the heart in the center, held together by the hands as she remembered what it meant. The hands represented friendship, the crown loyalty, and the heart was love.
She heard the door open behind her and his chest was warm against her back.
“Well, that’s one weird looking ring,” Dean commented, his voice a low whisper against her ear as his arms wrapped around her waist tentatively.
Buffy placed the still opened box on the dresser.
“It’s Irish.” Buffy shot back, turning in his arms to face him and pulling away a little. He inclined his head and his body was tense. He was nervous. He hunched his shoulders and looked down at his feet, before looking back at Buffy, peering at her through his eyelashes.
“Well, on the subject of rings, that one I gave you is a piece of crap.”
“Hey.” A denial immediately formed on Buffy’s lips and she traced the smoothness of the ring on her finger. She was still getting used to it and while she wasn’t attached to it, she was slowly becoming attached to the ideal it represented.
“Oh c’mon.” Dean gestured at it. “Even I know piece of crap gold and, honey, that is a piece of crap.”
“I like it.”
Dean snorted. “Damn it, woman, I am trying to do something here.” He took a deep breath and stepped forward grabbing her hands in his own. His grip was awkward and he was mumbling something under his breath like he was preparing lines.
“Okay, here’s the deal.” He let go long enough to pull the silver ring off of his right hand. “I don’t have a lot of money that isn’t from hustling or scams but I do have this. Apparently it was my mom’s dad’s, some family heirloom or some other crap like that and my Dad gave it to me when I was sixteen. I think you should wear it until I can get you something else.”
Buffy was stunned and she knew that showed on her face.
Dean took it the wrong way and began pulling away. “That’s okay if you don’t want to. I mean, you really don’t have to.”
“I want to,” Buffy put in, quickly grabbing his hands back. “I really, really want to.” She smiled crookedly. “But I’m pretty sure it would be too big.”
“Oh.” Dean dragged his free hand over his jaw. “Damn.”
“Wait.” Buffy pulled away and picked the velvet box up again. She paused for a moment before gently taking the cross out. She undid the clasp and her eyes moved over the small knot in the chain from where it had been fixed after she had broken it. She slid the cross off the chain and laid it beside the box, shutting the lid firmly.
A smile was on her lips as she turned back to Dean and she took the ring out of his hand and slid it onto the chain. “So, you want to put it on me?”
Dean rolled his eyes, smiling slightly. “So not how I pictured this.” Buffy turned her back to him using one hand to hold up her hair as he redid the clasp and the large silver ring settled low on her neck. Dean pressed a soft kiss to the exposed skin his throat tight and Buffy turned back to him, letting her hair fall.
“This way I get to keep my crappy gold ring until you get me something better.”
Dean’s smile was just a bit goofy and he quickly turned it into a smirk. “Yeah, I guess so.”
She let her hand slip into his and they walked out of the hotel room together and down to the almost deserted lobby. Their group was in one corner, standing together and waiting. Faith gave them a sly grin as they approached.
“Decided to get a quick screw in?”
Buffy shook her head, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, that’s exactly what we did.” She felt self conscious holding Dean’s hand. Like everyone was looking at them. They were married, true, but it wasn’t a real marriage. Still, they were trying.
“It was awesome,” Dean deadpanned. He caught Sam’s eye and followed it to where his hand was clasped with Buffy’s and where his ring now hung around her neck. Dean hadn’t been without it since his dad had given it to him so the questions in Sam’s eyes were valid.
Dean just shrugged it off and stared down the group. “So what, we just going to stand around all day or are we going to burn some bones and raise a little hell?”
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners and I make no profit off of playing with them.
Rating: PG-15
Pairing(s): Buffy/Dean, Sam/Dawn, Faith/Xander, Willow/Oz
Spoilers: BtVS post Chosen, SPN season 1 "Provenance"
Summary: Answer to Jinni's woke up in Vegas challenge. Dean and Sam are on a Hunt in the city of sin when Dean wakes up after a night of heavy drinking to find himself married to none other than Buffy Summers, the best friend of the brother he had to give up and a Vampire Slayer.
Previous Parts: http://www.tthfanfic.org/Story-9429/Chosenfire+Beer+Bad.htm
Author's Notes: This is only the first part of the chapter, the full version won't be posted for a few more days and will a few thousand words more. Beta'd by
blue_icy_rose.Chapter 15 Part 1
Buffy pulled out a stake from a compartment in her suitcase, just in case any vamps were hanging around the cemetery they were visiting, and her hand brushed a black velvet box tucked under a vial of Holy Water.
She slipped the stake into the waistband of her jeans, her skin long used to the rough slide of the wood, and she pulled out the box, holding it lightly in her hand. Her finger traced the smooth surface and apprehension settled low in her gut as she popped it open, knowing what was inside.
It had been years since she had put them there.
The plain silver cross laid heavy on the white cushion and beside it, unsupported and nestled in the corner, was the silver claddagh ring Angel had given her all those years ago.
The cross had been given for protection, a promise to be there for her.
The ring had been given for love, eternal, so she would always belong to him.
Her fingers traced the heart in the center, held together by the hands as she remembered what it meant. The hands represented friendship, the crown loyalty, and the heart was love.
She heard the door open behind her and his chest was warm against her back.
“Well, that’s one weird looking ring,” Dean commented, his voice a low whisper against her ear as his arms wrapped around her waist tentatively.
Buffy placed the still opened box on the dresser.
“It’s Irish.” Buffy shot back, turning in his arms to face him and pulling away a little. He inclined his head and his body was tense. He was nervous. He hunched his shoulders and looked down at his feet, before looking back at Buffy, peering at her through his eyelashes.
“Well, on the subject of rings, that one I gave you is a piece of crap.”
“Hey.” A denial immediately formed on Buffy’s lips and she traced the smoothness of the ring on her finger. She was still getting used to it and while she wasn’t attached to it, she was slowly becoming attached to the ideal it represented.
“Oh c’mon.” Dean gestured at it. “Even I know piece of crap gold and, honey, that is a piece of crap.”
“I like it.”
Dean snorted. “Damn it, woman, I am trying to do something here.” He took a deep breath and stepped forward grabbing her hands in his own. His grip was awkward and he was mumbling something under his breath like he was preparing lines.
“Okay, here’s the deal.” He let go long enough to pull the silver ring off of his right hand. “I don’t have a lot of money that isn’t from hustling or scams but I do have this. Apparently it was my mom’s dad’s, some family heirloom or some other crap like that and my Dad gave it to me when I was sixteen. I think you should wear it until I can get you something else.”
Buffy was stunned and she knew that showed on her face.
Dean took it the wrong way and began pulling away. “That’s okay if you don’t want to. I mean, you really don’t have to.”
“I want to,” Buffy put in, quickly grabbing his hands back. “I really, really want to.” She smiled crookedly. “But I’m pretty sure it would be too big.”
“Oh.” Dean dragged his free hand over his jaw. “Damn.”
“Wait.” Buffy pulled away and picked the velvet box up again. She paused for a moment before gently taking the cross out. She undid the clasp and her eyes moved over the small knot in the chain from where it had been fixed after she had broken it. She slid the cross off the chain and laid it beside the box, shutting the lid firmly.
A smile was on her lips as she turned back to Dean and she took the ring out of his hand and slid it onto the chain. “So, you want to put it on me?”
Dean rolled his eyes, smiling slightly. “So not how I pictured this.” Buffy turned her back to him using one hand to hold up her hair as he redid the clasp and the large silver ring settled low on her neck. Dean pressed a soft kiss to the exposed skin his throat tight and Buffy turned back to him, letting her hair fall.
“This way I get to keep my crappy gold ring until you get me something better.”
Dean’s smile was just a bit goofy and he quickly turned it into a smirk. “Yeah, I guess so.”
She let her hand slip into his and they walked out of the hotel room together and down to the almost deserted lobby. Their group was in one corner, standing together and waiting. Faith gave them a sly grin as they approached.
“Decided to get a quick screw in?”
Buffy shook her head, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, that’s exactly what we did.” She felt self conscious holding Dean’s hand. Like everyone was looking at them. They were married, true, but it wasn’t a real marriage. Still, they were trying.
“It was awesome,” Dean deadpanned. He caught Sam’s eye and followed it to where his hand was clasped with Buffy’s and where his ring now hung around her neck. Dean hadn’t been without it since his dad had given it to him so the questions in Sam’s eyes were valid.
Dean just shrugged it off and stared down the group. “So what, we just going to stand around all day or are we going to burn some bones and raise a little hell?”
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Date: 2008-10-19 06:52 am (UTC)