That last one was a bit long... This is shorter... Heh
"Twice. I mean I've been near death a few more times than that. But the actual act of dying, only twice." Buffy told Dean later that night as they strolled leisurely through the cemetery, "Why, how many times have you died?" She heard Sam snort behind her.
"Uh, it's kind of a long story." Dean smiled and turned back to his brother, "But that I can remember? About three times." Buffy's brows shot up into her hairline and she glanced back at Sam.
"How about you?" She asked and he tilted his head, seemingly counting.
"Uh, twice, because I don't count getting locked in the cage with Lucifer as dying." Sam said, though he seemed to still be mulling it over. Buffy stopped and looked around, shrugging she sat down with her back against a headstone.
"We're sitting?" Dean asked, looking around as though expecting a fight.
"Right here's as good a place as any, dontcha think? Plus, there's a fresh grave over there, so who knows what might come popping out!" Buffy seemed to cozy herself against the slab of marble and Dean shrugged, sitting across from her. Sam stayed standing, his arms crossed over his chest, "So how exactly did you die? Gimme the gruesome details!"
"Well... The first time was when I went to Hell... So hell hounds." Dean said, and Buffy made a gagging noise.
"Ugh, I fought some of those bad boys off at my senior prom. They are not pretty." She scratched at her head and looked around, but when she looked at the brothers again, they were staring at her, confused.
"You have your own version of hell hounds?" Dean asked, and Buffy tilted her head.
"How would you know?" She asked, "What do yours look like?"
"Ugly." Dean said, "But you only see them if your deal is up and they've been summoned to drag you to Hell."
"You made a deal?" Buffy asked, "With that Crowley guy?"
"No." Dean laughed, "Not with him. I'd never kiss that ugly mug."
"Huh?" Buffy looked more confused than ever and Sam laughed a bit, crouching down.
"I think maybe we should start with my first death, that way she'll understand yours." Sam looked to Dean who shrugged and nodded, "Well you see when I was a baby..."
Spike watched from behind a crypt as Buffy chatted with the Winchester's. Every time she laughed at something either one of them said his stomach burned and he wished that he didn't have a chip in his head or he'd have ripped their spinal columns out already. He'd gone through a pack of cigarettes already and was patting down his pockets for another when something crunched behind him.
He turned expecting a fight when he saw that it was just Dawn.
"What are you doing?" Spike asked, holding up the stake he'd pulled out of his jacket in haste, it was facing the wrong direction, "I could have killed you." She merely raised her brows at the sharp piece of wood and he looked at it, scoffing, he put it away, "You shouldn't be out by yourself at this hour." He turned back to face the three people who were still oblivious to their presence.
"Oh, please. No more Glory means I'm no longer in danger." She said, a slightly bored drawl to her voice, "Besides, Buffy's right over there with those hunky hunter brothers. They could protect me." Spike turned back and rolled his eyes at the littlest Summers.
"I can protect you!" He said, Dawn rolled her eyes right back and leaned back against the side of the crypt, "I'm just as bloody good a fighter as any of them, probably better than them pretty boys from Kansas."
"How do you know they're from Kansas?" Dawn asked, eyeing Spike suspiciously.
"It's on their license plate." He replied, as though it should have been obvious; he turned his back on Dawn to stare at Buffy again.
"Oh." She said, shrugging, "Can we go back to your place, it's kinda cold out here."
"Do whatever you want." Spike answered, though it was obvious he wouldn't be moving from his spot until the other three did.
"Are you just gonna follow them all night?"
"That was my plan, yeah." He pounded his next pack of cancer sticks (or what would be cancer sticks, had he been alive) against his hand and unwrapped the plastic. Pulling one out and sticking it between his teeth he lit it. Blowing the smoke up into the air. Dawn coughed, and he looked at her, brow raised, unamused.
"Fine, if you don't want me around, I'll go." She then stormed off into the night, Spike growled and called after her.
"Dawn! Get back here, little bit." He turned and hurried after her, Buffy turned from the Winchesters and looked to the direction she'd heard the distant voices.
"So then, I wake up again and that same damn Asia song- uh, Buffy?" Sam asked, realizing she'd stopped listening and looking back to where Buffy was, "You ok?"
"Yeah." She said, shaking it off, "Just thought I'd heard something." She turned back to the brothers in time to see a hand fly up out of the ground through the freshly laid dirt, "We got hand action."
"What?" Dean asked, looking down hopefully.
"Behind you, fresh grave?" Buffy reminded him, though she was amused. She hopped up and pulled a stake from seemingly nowhere. Dean and Sam however removed their machete's from their holders, "Ooh, fancy." She said before she ran over to the almost fully emerged vampire.
Before she could get her stake into him, he caught her arms and threw her back. Instead of falling she merely turned the motion into a back flip, using the momentum to kick the fresh vamp in the face, which also succeeded in helping him get his feet out of the dirt. He came at her but she was ready, she flipped him over directly onto a headstone, he growled from the pain and punched her in the stomach. She kneed him in the face.
"This girl's good." Dean muttered to Sam; they were watching the fight in shock, halfway sprung into action, they'd stopped when they saw her flip and had been locked in place since.
"Should we... Help her?" Sam asked as they watched Buffy do a series of flips that ended in her with her legs around the vampire's neck. The fight ended with her slamming him onto the ground and finally landing a fatal blow to his chest. As he disappeared into dust beneath her, Dean felt the only logical thing he could do at that point, was clap. Sam joined in. Buffy turned, and shrugged, she bowed as she worked to catch her breath; it didn't take long, super slayer powers meant she was in awesome shape.
"Kung fu master, teach me your ways." Dean said, smiling as Buffy approached them.
"Eh, next one I'll let you guys take, that way I can see what kind of skills you've got." She smiled, putting her stake away. They moved on then, obviously that patch of ground was played out, and they probably wouldn't be getting anymore pointy tooth action in those parts.
"Where too now?" Sam asked, obviously still pumped as they hadn't had to do any fighting yet.
"Uh, well there's a few other cemetery's... Or there's the Bronze." Buffy suggest and Dean looked to his brother.
"Does this Bronze place have alcohol?" Dean asked, Buffy nodded, "Lead the way!" Before Sam could interject, Buffy was leading them into town and away from the graveyard.
"So how many times did you die in that town?" Buffy asked Dean. Sam did a double take as they were walking out of the cemetery, thinking he saw something. But the brunette with the black eyes managed to slip out of sight before he could get a better look.