Series:Twelve Days of Christmas
Title: December Twenty-Eighth
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-18
Disclaimer: Joss owns Dawn, Kripke owns Dean, I own the Nail Polish War
Fandom(s): BtVS/SPN
Character(s): Dawn/Dean
Spoilers: Um mid/au season one and post season seven.
Summary: Not all gifts come to us on Christmas Day - its not like he popped her cherry on Christmas day, yo.
Words: 505
A/N: Set post Walk Away, These Rough Currents and the Nail Polish Wars - spending the holidays with someone who wants to pole-ax you.
Dedication:To fran06, who requested the characters.
Twelve Days of Christmas
NY Watchers Council Headquarters
"Its not like he popped her cherry on Christmas day, B," Faith tried to keep the smirk off of her face as she held the very angry Buffy back from wringing Dean Winchester's throat. Sam Winchester, however, couldn't keep his off for more than two seconds.
"Excuse me, I thought we'd already had this face off back in the hotel room three months ago! I'm a big girl, Buffy, and I can sleep with whomever I choose," Dawn yelled, wrapping the sheet around her more tightly.
"Lil B, you ain't helpin," Faith muttered as Buffy tried to get around her again - this time to wring Dawn's neck. "B, nobody could tell you nothin' when you had your heart on Angel, and if I remember right you'd do anything to keep him."
The glare between the two slayers could have leveled strong men at that moment, but seeing as how they were both slayers, it didn't really do jack squat to them. Dean, however was lookin' mighty quaky in the knees, the only part of his body that wasn't covered in Dawns pink bedspread right now. Dawn was immune because of all her past screw-ups - the slayer glare was much akin to resolve-face and the snoopy-dance, very non-lethal and only affective half the time. This was the other half.
"Uh, do you mind if we do this when Dean's a little less naked for my tastes?" Sam asked, breaking off the slayer glare (at least in Faith's case) like someone breaking off a piece of a kit-kat bar.
"Dude, I think you missed the memo on why this is happening while I'm naked," Dean snapped, irritated at his little brother beyond words.
"You know, I wouldn't have an issue with this if my little sister wasn't sleeping with a guy old enough to be -" Buffy paused, realizing the error of that particular word choice. "If he was actually a nice guy -" Once again, not a road Buffy herself had walked down. "You know, I'd be happy for her if she was sleeping with Sam!"
"No, you wouldn't," Dean, Dawn, and Faith all answered automatically.
"Hey, I'm not defective or anything!" Sam cried, startled by the quick responses.
"Boy toy, I know you're not," Faith winked at him.
"She's your family, and you've got to protect her. Nobody's good enough for her, and you don't want her to get hurt," Dean glanced over at Sam before making eye contact with Buffy, "I know that all too well. And if I ever hurt her, you've got my permission to hit me over the head with a shovel for being a son of a bitch."
"As many times as I want?"
"Sure, why not?"
"No more sex here," Buffy warned, glaring at her little sister.
"Definitely not," Dawn nodded, but Dean saw that wicked little grin creeping over her lips and knew it was gonna bring him nothin' but trouble. "We've been meaning to use the backseat of the Impala for a while now."