Title: The Immortal

Author: Jade Hunter

Disclaimer: None of the characters or properties of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Supernatural belong to me.

Prompt: 025 - Jealousy.


Dean glared.

This was officially the worst week ever.

First, he had been knocked out by some demonic goons at a gas station. Then he had been shipped to Rome in the back of some cargo plane like cheap luggage, and there had been a lot of turbulence, too - not exactly endearing him to the whole flying experience. The fact that he'd been knocked out again and come to only to find himself shackled to the ceiling of some dank hellhole of a dungeon just made things that much worse. But now, as if the world was conspiring to kick him when he was down, Buffy was actually flirting with the guy who was responsible for his fucked up week.

His shoulders were killing him from supporting the majority of his weight for the past three days, he was in desperate need of a shower and a change of clothes, and she was flirting.

With the guy who had done this to him.

Yeah, definitely flirting, with the smiling and the touching his arm, and the talking - what was there to talk about? She'd come to rescue him, he was rescued, now it was time to go, but no, she was busy talking.

He scowled, rotated his arms, and interrupted their conversation, "Where's Sam?"

She looked surprised, as if she'd forgotten he was even there, and it pissed him off even more. He took great pleasure in the look of guilt that crossed her features when she took in his condition, but that was forgotten as soon as he realized that the bastard that had done this to him was actually smiling at him.

Smiling. At him.

This was one of those times Dean wished that looks actually could kill, and he felt a little better as he imagined himself beating Smiley's face in with the butt end of his shotgun.

"Oh, um, Sam's upstairs," Buffy was saying.

"Upstairs?"

The hell?

She nodded, but it was Smiley the Asshole who spoke, his stupid accent only slightly noticeable, "Yes. I have offered your brother one of the guest rooms to stay in for the night. It is very late to be heading back to the states now, and Buffy and I still have much catching up to do."

Catching up. Yeah, he just bet that was what Smiley had in mind for the night. Dean knew how guys thought, especially guys who smiled and looked at girls the way Smiley was looking and smiling at Buffy. Stupid, sleazy, kidnapping, no good...

Buffy cleared her throat, gave Smiley a look.

"Ah, and I have made available for you a room as well, so that you may refresh yourself and rest," Smiley smiled, his teeth too white and too perfect. "I would also like to offer my apologies for this unfortunate incident. Buffy has made herself clear on the subject of our relationship, but, alas, a man is not the most clear-minded of creatures when the green-eyed monster pays a visit, no?"

Riiight.

Several possible replies ran through Dean's mind in rapid succession, but, in the end, he just bared his teeth in a piss poor imitation of a smile and said nothing.

"Alfonso will take you to your room now," Smiley said, and suddenly there was some guy at his elbow while Buffy was being led away by Smiley before anyone else could get a word in.

She seemed happy enough to go, though, so Dean grit his teeth and stomped after Alfonso, taking a petty sort of pleasure as he 'accidentally' knocked over an expensive looking vase that shattered noisily into a million pieces when it hit the floor.

"Sorry," he flung carelessly at Alfonso, who simply looked at him for a moment before continuing along.

After one gigantic flight of stairs and a long, carpeted hallway, they finally stopped in front of a heavy oak door.

"With the Immortal's compliments," Alfonso said, inclining his head and opening the door for him.

Dean stepped in, slammed the door in Alfonso's face, and glared at his brother, who was happily investigating the contents of the fruit bowl and flipping through the channels on the large TV.

Traitor, he thought, scowling heavily, and demanded, "What the hell are you doing here? Don't you have your own room?"

"Brought you your clothes," Sam replied, pointing at the duffle bag that had been tossed on the bed. "You're welcome, jackass."

"Shut up, bitch," he grumbled, but his tone wasn't as antagonistic as before. It wasn't his brother he was pissed off with, it was that stupid smiley-faced, so-sorry-but-not-really, making-moon-eyes-at-Buffy, the-green-eyed-monster-made-me-do-it Immortal.

What kind of stupid name was 'the Immortal,' anyway?


FIN.