Stuck on You

A/N: This is the sequel to Summer Heat. Hope you like it! Please review! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. Dean Winchester belongs to Eric Kripke, and Buffy Summers belongs to Joss Whedon.

Chapter Two

Buffy sighed as she trudged into her kitchen, running pretty late because of how little sleep she had managed to get the previous night. It was all the fault of a certain hunter, she thought with a scowl. If he hadn't kept her up so long talking, and then had spent the rest of the night out of her dreams, maybe she would have gotten a decent night's rest! She was gonna be downing coffee like water today, she just knew it.

She quickly poured herself a cup of coffee, drinking it as fast as she could without burning herself, with one eye on the clock. She should have been out that door ten minutes ago! Just, one more minute, she only needed one more minute! She quickly drank what she could of her coffee, while simultaneously navigating her not exactly tidy living room floor, and pulling on her gorgeous new high heels. She took a second to admire how they complimented her outfit, and how they made her legs look longer, before she slammed down her coffee cup, grabbed her bag and ran out the door to her car. She was not going to be late for work! Not even if she had to break a few speed limits on the way.

Buffy smiled at the student as she got up to leave after her appointment with Buffy. The second the girl was out of view, the smile immediately faded from her face, only to be replaced by a tired pout. This had been one really long day, and it wasn't even lunch yet. She groaned quietly to herself, dropping her head to the desk. She wasn't going to make it…

"Knock, knock!"

Buffy's eyes widened from their position still on the desk. She knew that voice. Oh, it couldn't be…She slowly raised her head to look at her new visitor. It was…

"Dean? How did you find me?"

Dean just winked and gave her a mysterious grin from his position leaning against the doorframe of her office, "I have my ways. So…school counselor, huh?" Dean smirked.

Buffy shot him a glare, "What do you want?"

Dean mock pouted, "What? I'm not allowed to drop in and see the only person I know in this one horse town?" Upon seeing her unrelenting glare, he raised an eyebrow "Is that how you people in this town welcome travelers? Not very welcoming, Summers…" He shook his head and clucked his tongue.

Buffy was not going to lose her temper at work. She was not going to lose her temper. She wasn't… She gritted her teeth and forced a smile, that more resembled and animal baring its teeth than an actual smile. She didn't care. "What. Do. You. Want?"

Dean grinned and dropped into the chair in front of her desk, "Maybe I need some counseling, did you ever think about that?"

"Were you always this annoying, or did you have to take some kind of class? 'How to piss people off 101'? 'Stalking for dummies'?"

Just then Buffy's cell phone chose that moment to start ringing. She pulled it out and looked at the screen briefly, before rolling her eyes, hitting ignore, and then switching it off before tossing it back in her bag.

Dean's mouth twitched, out of both curiosity and amusement, "Old boyfriend?"

Buffy just frowned, "None of your business."

Dean "Y'know…I kinda get the feeling that you're running from something."

Buffy gave him a sarcastic grin, "Oh really? And what exactly makes you think that? Please…tell me all about your theories."

Dean ignored her sarcasm and ticks off the points on his fingers, "Well, let's see…You have no pictures of family and friends in your apartment. You spend all day at work, and all evening hunting for vampires. You frequently ignore phone calls…and oh, yes, that's right…you've only been working here a month."

"How the hell do you know that?"

Dean shrugged, "Asked around. It's not that hard to get information, you know. Just gotta know who to ask." He knowingly smirks to himself.

Buffy rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh, "I don't want to know. Now will you quit stalking me and just GO AWAY?"

Dean frowned, "Y'know, I'm starting to get the feeling that you don't want me here."

"ARGH! Get. OUT!"

Dean jumped out of his chair, hands raised peacefully. "Okay, geez. I'm going. I just thought you should know about the vampire's nest I found and thought you'd wanna go check it out. But if you're not interested…" He turned around and started to leave.

"Wait!"

Dean grinned. His plan was going perfectly. He schooled his features into a nonchalant expression and turned to face her. He raised an eyebrow, "What?"

"What vampire nest?"

"Oh, that. Y'know…the vampire nest out of the edge of town. Out at some old abandoned farm."

Buffy glared at him, "Why didn't you mention that before?"

Dean shrugged, "It never came up."

"I hate you."

"Aww, don't say that, sweetheart…We both know you don't mean it." He winked at her, before spinning around and moving for the door. "I'll pick you up at 6." And just like that, he was gone.

"Dean! We're not…ugh!" That hunter really drove her insane.