Title: Recruitments
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I do not own, all characters and situations belong to their respective owners and I make no profit.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Buffy/Dean (ish)
Spoilers: SPN pre-series, BtVS post Chosen
Summary: Dean knows just how charming he is, but someone else wants to test that, and him.
A/N: This is a drabble for Angela at Route 66: Destination Sunnydale, hope you like it.
"You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you" Carly Simon
Buffy scanned the occupants of the bar wearily rubbing the muscle in the back of her neck. This was just the kind of place demons vampires would come to pick up a meal and Buffy was intent on ruining their dinner plans.
Her eyes strayed to the pool table a fond smile touching her lips, it had been a while.
That's when she saw him, he was leaning over the table to line up his shot his eyes intense on the game before him. The black shirt stretched across toned muscles and ark blue jeans conformed to his thighs as he shifted positions.
Buffy's mouth went dry.
He drew back the stick and she could hear the crack of the wood meeting the ball as he sunk it into one of the corner pockets. He straightened up a self satisfied smirk touching his lips as he held his hand out for the wad of cash the tough looking biker wisely parted with.
Something told her this man had no qualms getting dirty.
He turned in her direction his eyes locking on hers and he croaked his finger inviting her over confidence evident in his glance as it swept over her body.
Buffy blinked startled then her eyes narrowed, he had summoned her.
Slowly she rose making her way carefully over to him the leather of her pants clinging to her curves and the tight white shirt hiding the sheathed knife in the small of her back.
"Hey Babe." he purred practically licking his lips as he took her in his eyes traveling hotly over her body.
Buffy was turned on, but she was still pissed.
She forced a flirty smile unto her face her eyes steely "Don't ever call me Babe okay," she grabbed the stick left by the biker playing his game "now lets see what your made of hotshot."
The smirk on his face grew as he moved towards her "I don't think your ready to play with the big boys yet Princess." He was obviously aware of himself using his assets ti his advantage.
Buffy let the stick drop from her hand and moved towards him. Her body was so close to his she could the heat that was radiating off him. She stood on the tips of her toes to whisper in his ear "And you're still playing in the minors." She slipped a card into his hand and walked away leaving him behind stunned.
She knew he was, one of the Winchester Hunter's. He was the reason she had spent the last two months going from bar to bar looking for a growing legend. He was the oldest of John Winchester's sons, Dean.
The Council was recruiting and he was at the top of their list. Buffy had read his profile and volunteered
Dean looked down at the card in his hand stunned, The Watcher's Council, he had just been played by a god damn Slayer.