Title: Kiss the Toad
Summary: Buffy xover! As far as Dean was concerned, Sam was kissing that freaking toad.
Dean hated magic. You couldn't shoot it.
No, magic made his job just freaking complicated. You had to find out what the spell was. You had to find the witch/wizard/warlock (or whatever the hell they called themselves). You had to stop the damn spell.
Also, most spells weren't as scary-evil as they were supposed to be.
Take this one for example; this witch watched way too many kids' movies and the world was paying for it.
There was some stupid ass fighting a komodo dragon to save his girlfriend from a fifth floor hotel room.
A lady somehow landed up under her house and now the lady's sister was after the neighbors' daughter. She kept going on about red slippers. They were running around and around the swings at the park, which – big surprise – was surrounded by yellow bricks.
Then, of course, there was the toad sitting on the witch's porch.
Dean waved at his brother. "Get to it, Sammy."
Sam's mouth dropped open. "What? Why me?"
"Dude, I had to deal with the flying nanny. It's your turn. Kiss the damn toad."
"All you did was shoot her umbrella!"
Dean shrugged. "It got her down, didn't it?" He pointed at the toad. "You can't just leave it like that. Who knows? It might be your Prince Charming."
Sam glared at him.
Dean ignored him.
Sam huffed. "You're such a jerk." He bent down and kissed the toad on the side of the face, a quick peck.
And it transformed.
It transformed into a chick.
Dean stared.
It transformed into a hot chick in leather.
She groaned and stretched her hands above her head. There were audible cracks. "I'm gonna' kill Amy and Red better as hell not complain," she cursed. She then looked Sam up and down. "Hey, cutie."
Dean felt like stamping his foot.
He hated magic. It just wasn't fair.
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