Chapter 7. Business Affair.

Buffy headed downstairs and toward the kitchen. She peeked out of the window in the kitchen that overlooked the backyard. Then she opened the frig to see what to make for breakfast. When she closed the door, she saw Dean standing in the doorway of the kitchen. Her eyes widened and tried to divert away from looking at him.

"Morning," said Dean, feeling really stupid for coming up with the lamest greeting. He rolled his eyes.

"Morning," replied Buffy. "How can I serve you…I mean…" Dean noticed that she was getting nervous around him and he approached her, which was bad for Buffy. "Want coffee?"

"Sure." Dean was just two feet away from her.

"Good. It's the only thing I know how to make and cereal."

"How do you make cereal?"

"Put the box next to the bowel." Buffy tried to reach a high shelf that had the coffee cups, but couldn't reach. Dean reaches up and gets the cups for her. Already on dangerous territory as Buffy turned around and was brought with Dean pressed against her. The smell of his cologne made her weak, but she tried to control herself. Dean handed her the cups.

He pulled away, but she just pulled him right back, kissing him on the lips in the process, which Dean didn't mind. She released him, taking a deep breath.

"I shouldn't be doing this," admitted Buffy, trying to convince herself that it was wrong. "I'm here for business."

"Haven't you heard of business affairs?" wondered Dean. Buffy just let all logic out the window and grabbed hold of Dean's lips with her own. Dean picked her up and laid her on the counter top in the middle of the kitchen. Buffy let go of the coffee cup as Dean crawled on top of her and continued to trail kisses down her neck.

A couple minutes later, Dawn and Sam decided to make their presence known and became in shock to see their siblings getting it on before their eyes.

"Dean!" yelled Sam in a disapproving tone that made both Buffy and Dean stop what they were doing. Dean got off of Buffy and off the counter. He helped her off and they both felt a little weird. "Can I speak to you alone?"

"Sure," said Dean as he left the kitchen with Sam.

Dawn approached Buffy, who was trying to lower her skirt. When she saw Dawn she tried to avoid her.

"Buffy," said Dawn.

"Dawn, I know what you're going to say."

"Buffy." Dawn sighed. "You haven't acted out on impulse since you were with the Immortal. And let me tell you one thing about him, not very high on hygiene."

"He was the last real relationship I had."

"Yeah, that's what I'm getting at it. I think that you should give Dean a chance."

"I think I already have. Up my skirt."

"Buffy, you don't have to get crazy physical."

"I think I just needed to let out some steam. I haven't been on the horse in a while."

"And your horse is a wild stallion."

"Dawn."

"Buffy. You know I'm right."

"Good morning, girls," said Hank. They both look at him. "Making coffee?" Buffy walked over to him.

"I'm only here on business," said Buffy, then she looked at her sister. "That's it. Once we get rid of this spirit, we're leaving." She left the kitchen, giving Hank an icy glare.

Hank sighed and turn to Dawn. He tried to approach her slowly, hoping she wasn't too mad at him.

"At least one daughter wants to talk to me," said Hank.

"Dad, Buffy's been through more than you know," said Dawn. "It wasn't easy and you didn't help much."

"Dawn."

"I'm done here." Dawn walked out of the kitchen.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Sam pulled Dean over, making sure the girls were at a distance.

"Are you crazy?" says Sam. "What if Buffy's dad would have come down?"

"Sorry," said Dean as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I wasn't thinking, Sam."

"Well, you tend to do that a lot."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"That you always do things half cock. We are here to do our job. Not make out with some pretty girls."

"So, you think Dawn's pretty?" Dean raises his eyebrows and catches his brother stutter with his words.

"Stop that. I…Dean, this is strictly business. We've been after this spirit for some time. We can't get distracted."

"Okay, kill spirit now and get laid later." Dean leaves the room.

"Dean." He rolled his eyes and followed his brother. Sam entered the kitchen, but no one was there. He walked around and saw that Dawn was outside in the backyard by herself. Sam decided to head outside. "Hey."

"Hi," said Dawn as she turned around to see who it was.

"I'm sorry about my brother. He can be a little…"

"Impulsive."

"Yeah."

"Buffy used to be like that. It works for her, but she kind of gave up on that. Being impulsive is not a bad thing, yet it's not a good thing either."

"It's like between the line."

"Exactly." Dawn smiled at Sam. "Where is your brother, anyway?"

"He's probably inside."

"Buffy's inside."

"We better get back inside." They both said at the same time as they rushed into the house to find their siblings. Luckily they each found them in separate rooms.

Dean was up in Hank's room, trying to figure out a plan on how to dispose of the spirit. He examines the gun that the spirit had, then examines the room. Sam walked in without saying anything. Dean looked at him.

"What?" asked Dean.

"Nothing," replied Sam. "So, do we have a plan?"

"Yeah, we take shifts tonight."

"Shifts?"

"Yeah, you and Dawn will take the first shift. Buffy and I will take the second shift."

"Whoa, wait. Don't you think it should be the other way around?"

"What? You like Buffy now? Look, Sam, she's not your type."

"And you are?"

"You're too tall for her. I think Dawn's more your type."

"Dean, what does it matter? Look, we're here to do a job, okay?"

"I know, Sam. One of us should at least be with one of them. We know this spirit more than they do." Sam crosses his arms over his chest. "I'm doing the job. Stop nagging." Of course, it was no use arguing with Dean. They talked about their plans with Dawn and Buffy and the two agreed to it.

That night at around eleven at night, Dawn and Sam were taking their shift camping out on the floor in Hank's bedroom. The two had nothing to say for a while and started looking around the room. Sam then saw that Dawn was wearing the amulet that had saved her from the spirit.

"So, you study witchcraft?" said Sam, trying to start a conversation. Dawn turned to look at him.

"A little," replied Dawn with a shrug. "I can't turn people into toads or anything like that, but I'm practicing."

"Turning people into toads?"

"What? It happens in the movies." They both started to laugh. Sam saw her smile and he thought it was beautiful as he stared at her for bit. He took a deep sigh and realized that Dean was right. Sam turned away and scratched the back of his neck. "So, have you any other hobbies besides hunting the supernatural?"

"I was studying law."

"You would have still been helping people."

"I guess you're right, but my life would probably be normal."

"Who wants to be normal? I think normal is overrated."

"What about you? What do you do besides this?"

"Art historian. If you can believe that. We live in Rome, Italy. It's everywhere."

"That's really neat." Sam kicks himself for saying the lame word 'neat'. He then stared at Dawn's amulet and she looked down to where he was staring at.

"Like it? I could get you one. They're a little hard to come by, but Willow's got some great contacts."

"It's amazing how something so small can be so strong."

"Good things come in small packages." Dawn laughed at her silly comment. Sam laughed, too. He almost couldn't contain himself and lost all focus of why they were in that room.

Dawn's eyes were an intense blue and Sam couldn't pry himself from not staring at them. He moved in closer to her, she didn't dare move away as their two lips collided with each other, both seeming to want the kiss since the instant they had entered the room.

AN: I know I've been taking too long with updates. I just got a lot of writing on my mind and too many ideas for this story. I've got all figured out. You could lend a hand by sending me a review and telling me what you think should happen next. Enjoy!