Disclaimer: I do not own either Buffy or Supernatural, the belong to much more creative people than myself.
A/N: This is just a repost of a story I posted a while ago. I went back a month or so later and reread it only to be extremely disappointed in myself. It was HORRIBLE. So here is take two. Hope it's better. And for those who care, I am working on chapter two.
Chapter One
The Unveiling.
There is a knock on our motel room door at one in the morning. So, carrying my pistol with Sam at my back, I cautiously open the door wearing only my boxers. She kicks the door open before I can get it fully open. Her angry eyes find me and she advances, I drop my gun knowing it's useless.
She starts poking me painfully in the chest. "Dean Winchester you had better have a damn good reason for doing it or so help me god I'm sending you to hell early!" she stops poking me and takes a step back, putting her hands on her hips awaiting my explanation.
I simply glance to Sam, also standing in his boxers, with his gun still trained on the petite blonde girl standing in our room. I look back to her and her eyes fill with understanding and she drops her defensive stance. "Ok," she concedes. "That's an excellent reason, one that I of all people can understand." She sighs and walks back to me, wrapping her tiny arms around my neck. I bury my face in her hair, breathing in her familiar scent, vanilla and rasberries. "How long?" She whispers in my ear.
"I've got eleven months left." I tell her, finally letting my weakness slip into my voice, sounding tired even to myself.
She pulls away to study my face and nods. "Then what the hell are you doing in this run down motel? Why haven't you come home?" I can hear the pain her voice. She's accepted my decision and now all she's asking for is my remaining time.
"Wasn't sure I'd be too welcome." I tell her truthfully, looking her in the eye. "Not after my last exit." She smacks me on the arm, hard enough that it goes dead. "Of course you're welcome! Although Spike's all sorts of ready to kill you for lending credence to my whole 'if I date them they will die' theory, but they all miss you." she smiles warmly at me. "Almost as much as I do." I smile to myself as i remember hanging out with the slayerettes and the mini slayers, always surrounded by people who had loved me. "Only if Sammy can come." I tilt my head in the direction of my very confused little brother.
"He can come, but you know the rules." She says, looking pointedly at the gun now held limply in his hand. "No firearms in the house or on patrol around the new girls."
"Not a problem." I nod at Sam who nods, his confused expression becoming even more comical, and tosses his gun onto the bed.
"So," Sam finally speaks up. "someone wanna throw some light my way or do I have to stumble around in the dark until I figure everything out myself?" I chuckle and move to sit on my bed, finding my pants and put them on. "Well Sammy. You are in the presence of a legend." She rolls her beautiful green eyes and takes a seat at the table by the window, closing the door on her way. "This little thing is Buffy…Winchester." I continue quickly before he can ask any of the question is see forming immediately on his lips. "She's a slayer and she's my wife."