Wheatibix & Anchovies
Wheatibix & Anchovies
SPIKE POV
"Dean?" Ah so 'butthead' was the older brother. Damn Summers women and their older men, must be genetic.
"Yeah Dawn, I'm right here, you'll be fine. - Asshole are you deaf? Get off the girl." I couldn't help it I growled.
"Dean since when do hugs warrant death threats?" Dawn asked completely reasonably.
"Hugs?"
"Yeah you Ponce, did it actually look as if she were struggling?" As if I could keep my mouth shut... I did however keep rather still. Bloody gunshot wounds hurt like hell.
"Not helping." Dawn smacked my chest lightly. Stepping out of my arms she stepped around me - effectively blocking his line of sight. I turned to face Big Brother. I noticed as soon as she stepped around me he raised his gun and put on the safety but did not holster (or pocket) the gun.
Dawn just crossed her arms over her chest and said, "Dean I'd like you to meet Spike, Spike this is Dean."
The whelp went pale... not so stupid after all I guess. Knows a big bad when he sees one. I placed my hands on Dawn's shoulders, trying to gently rub the tension out of her, she was really nervous. Did she think Dean was really gonna shoot me or was she worried for him? Ah well, women.
DEAN POV
There was a Master Vampire in front of him. Right now. This very moment. She really was on a first name basis with one of the Scourge of Europe.
"Fuck."
"Are you ok?" Dawn looked worried.
"Ah, yeah, sorry. Surprised me is all." I suddenly noticed the way he was rubbing her shoulders...
"Right now that the niceties are out of the way, I'm feeling a might peckish."
Dawn glanced over her shoulder and smiled, "I have wheatibix..."
"Love, I would love some wheatibix however I was thinking more along the lines of pizza." With that the MASTER VAMPIRE trailed his hands down her arms and gave her a gentle pat by the elbow; brushed past me and walked DIRECTLY into out room. Salt, cats-eye shells, wards and all.
Sonofabitch.
Dawn smiled at me and started to walk passed me. Patting me on the shoulder she said softly, "I'd put that away if I were you, might scare the normals."
Realizing the gun was still naked in my hand I put it in the waistband of my jeans at the small of my back and followed her into the room.
Sam was sitting on the bed cross-legged staring at the blonde in leather - If I didn't know better I'd say Sammy was crushing- hard.
"Your Spike."
"'S right mate. You must be Sammy, boy Ripper was talking of. Pleasure." Then he smiled at my brother and Sammy actually blushed. You know what - not going there - do not want a visual...
Dawn was already calling a pizza place from the menus on the bedside table. She looked at me asked what kind of Pizza we liked. I told her to order a Pepperoni Pizza that Sammy and I could share. She also asked Spike if he wanted to split their usual and he agreed.
She proceeded to order gakk! Half meat lovers and half anchovies with pineapple. Anchovies I mean really?
While we waited for the food Spike took a seat at the table and Dawn sat at his feet leaning against his leg... I really didn't like how close they were. Sammy started in on Spike almost immediately with questions which Spike seemed more than happy to answer. Dawn rolled her eyes a few times during the question and answer portion of our evening.
Finally the night was coming to an end, "Spike stood pulling Dawn to her feet and with out looking at us asked her, "You safe here pet? Got some things to do before sun up, can take you to my place if you rather?"
Before I had time to protest she answered, "I'm good, do your thing, no kittens though, promise?"
"No kittens, promise." The both smiled. Kittens? OK? Whatever.
"Night Love," kissed Dawn on the forehead, "Ta' Sammy," to which Sammy didn't correct him only gave him a small shy smile and a mumbled goodbye.
"Dean-o, got some things for you all in my ride -come have a look see, mate." My jaw clenched. Every instinct I had was telling me not to be alone with this guy, except Dawn smiled and nodded.
So I got up, glad I had not removed the firearm at the small of my back.
