Dinner For Three - Wishlist 2010
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polgara_5Title: Dinner For Three
By: Polgara (melindoranightsilver@hotmail.com)
Fandom: BtVS/Supernatural
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catlimere - BtVS/author's choice - Buffy/? - Textsfromlastnight.com : "(234):If we get out of this alive, I'm never going to a Denny's at 3 am again."
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters.
Summary: A post-slayage meal doesn't go as planned.
Dinner For Three
Sam had always enjoyed the hunts where Buffy tagged along or when they got to follow her for more reasons than one. It was almost a sure bet that they were going to get out alive because she would move heaven and earth to save everyone, even if it was someone who thought they weren't worth saving. She always had the neatest weapons and had access to books he could only dream about.
And she always paid for what she called 'the post-slayage meal'.
This time they were tucked away in a corner booth at the local Denny's. Not the world's greatest food, but definitely a step up from bar food which was where Dean tended to gravitate towards after a hunt. Buffy couldn't stand the smoke filled atmosphere and claimed since she was paying she picked the diner. All of which suited Sam just fine.
Sam just sat back and grinned as his brother and Buffy threw insults to each other. She was the only one in the world he'd let get away with it, mostly because Dean seemed to have as much fun in the game as she did. Despite the barbs that were flying across the small table, both of them were smiling. It helped reaffirm that all was right in the world.
Their meals had just arrived, with Buffy's and Dean's seeming to be more than any normal human could eat, when a large group of people walked by their booth as they were led to a nearby table. Buffy's fork came to a dead halt before it could reach her mouth and her eyes began to water as her face screwed up in disgust.
“Oh my god,” she gasped softly. “Please tell me it's not my slayer senses working overboard.”
“It's not,” Dean assured her, looking a little green himself. “Dude, did they not bathe in the last month? Hell, even I wouldn't go out smelling like that.”
Normally, Sam probably would have sent a little jab at that remark, but he was doing his best not to breathe. The stench coming off the rather large party really was rather revolting. Granted, it was three in the morning, but couldn't they have had the decency to clean up from... whatever it was that made them smell. And why didn't the staff just refuse them service?
Buffy's fork clattered loudly as she let it fall to her plate. “I can't eat like this. Either they have to move, or we do. Seriously. Did they have to sit them this close to us?” She asked, gesturing to the extremely large number of empty tables all over the restaurant.
“I'll take care of it,” Sam offered, air exiting his lungs explosively before he struggled to take another breath. He leaned out of their booth to try and find their waitress, but it seemed that their area was deserted besides them and the offending party.
A horrified scream came from the kitchen area and the trio jumped to their feet as the fragrant party watched them in confusion. They raced toward the sound and Buffy entered the swinging door first, with Dean close on her heels. Sam nearly bowled them both over when he entered after the back swing because they had stopped just inside the doorway.
He had no idea what to expect when they had burst through the door. Vampire. Demon. Werewolf. Any sort of nasty on the supernatural bad guy list. A huge grease fire with dark smoke rolling off of it hadn't even made the list.
“Holy shit!” Dean exclaimed, one arm instinctively wrapping around his face as he moved further into the room, the others following him. “The morons just ran! Didn't even try to put it out.”
“Hopefully they at least called 911,” Sam said, squinting against the smoke as he tried to find something to put the fire out. He caught Buffy filling a bucket with water. “Buffy! What are you doing?”
“Fire plus water equals problem solved,” she said and Sam could practically hear the eye roll.
“Grease fire, princess,” Dean said, shutting off the water. “Didn't you see that episode of Mythbusters? Are you trying to blow us up?”
“You got a better idea?” Buffy shouted over the crackling of the fire that was still spreading.
“How about we just get out of here and let the professionals handle it?” Dean said, making more than complete sense for once.
“Great! Best plan ever,” Buffy agreed and frowned as she looked around the now smoke filled room. “Where's the door?”
“Ah, hell,” Dean said around a cough. “Can't you use your super slayer senses and look through it?”
Buffy smacked him hard on the arm. “That's night vision not smoke vision, dumb ass.”
Sam did his best to sort out where they were in relation to the door and finally resorted to squatting to see if he could get below the smoke. Through the haze he was just able to make out a sliver of light under what he assumed was the door and grabbed Dean's arm. “This way!”
The lights flickered out and Buffy huffed out in annoyance, “I swear, if we make it out of here alive, I'm never going to a Denny's at 3am ever again.”
“Right with you,” Dean agreed as they followed Sam out of the kitchen and into the marginally better air of the seating area. “Damn, it still smells like ass out here.”
By: Polgara (melindoranightsilver@hotmail.com)
Fandom: BtVS/Supernatural
Prompt:
catlimere - BtVS/author's choice - Buffy/? - Textsfromlastnight.com : "(234):If we get out of this alive, I'm never going to a Denny's at 3 am again."Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters.
Summary: A post-slayage meal doesn't go as planned.
Dinner For Three
Sam had always enjoyed the hunts where Buffy tagged along or when they got to follow her for more reasons than one. It was almost a sure bet that they were going to get out alive because she would move heaven and earth to save everyone, even if it was someone who thought they weren't worth saving. She always had the neatest weapons and had access to books he could only dream about.
And she always paid for what she called 'the post-slayage meal'.
This time they were tucked away in a corner booth at the local Denny's. Not the world's greatest food, but definitely a step up from bar food which was where Dean tended to gravitate towards after a hunt. Buffy couldn't stand the smoke filled atmosphere and claimed since she was paying she picked the diner. All of which suited Sam just fine.
Sam just sat back and grinned as his brother and Buffy threw insults to each other. She was the only one in the world he'd let get away with it, mostly because Dean seemed to have as much fun in the game as she did. Despite the barbs that were flying across the small table, both of them were smiling. It helped reaffirm that all was right in the world.
Their meals had just arrived, with Buffy's and Dean's seeming to be more than any normal human could eat, when a large group of people walked by their booth as they were led to a nearby table. Buffy's fork came to a dead halt before it could reach her mouth and her eyes began to water as her face screwed up in disgust.
“Oh my god,” she gasped softly. “Please tell me it's not my slayer senses working overboard.”
“It's not,” Dean assured her, looking a little green himself. “Dude, did they not bathe in the last month? Hell, even I wouldn't go out smelling like that.”
Normally, Sam probably would have sent a little jab at that remark, but he was doing his best not to breathe. The stench coming off the rather large party really was rather revolting. Granted, it was three in the morning, but couldn't they have had the decency to clean up from... whatever it was that made them smell. And why didn't the staff just refuse them service?
Buffy's fork clattered loudly as she let it fall to her plate. “I can't eat like this. Either they have to move, or we do. Seriously. Did they have to sit them this close to us?” She asked, gesturing to the extremely large number of empty tables all over the restaurant.
“I'll take care of it,” Sam offered, air exiting his lungs explosively before he struggled to take another breath. He leaned out of their booth to try and find their waitress, but it seemed that their area was deserted besides them and the offending party.
A horrified scream came from the kitchen area and the trio jumped to their feet as the fragrant party watched them in confusion. They raced toward the sound and Buffy entered the swinging door first, with Dean close on her heels. Sam nearly bowled them both over when he entered after the back swing because they had stopped just inside the doorway.
He had no idea what to expect when they had burst through the door. Vampire. Demon. Werewolf. Any sort of nasty on the supernatural bad guy list. A huge grease fire with dark smoke rolling off of it hadn't even made the list.
“Holy shit!” Dean exclaimed, one arm instinctively wrapping around his face as he moved further into the room, the others following him. “The morons just ran! Didn't even try to put it out.”
“Hopefully they at least called 911,” Sam said, squinting against the smoke as he tried to find something to put the fire out. He caught Buffy filling a bucket with water. “Buffy! What are you doing?”
“Fire plus water equals problem solved,” she said and Sam could practically hear the eye roll.
“Grease fire, princess,” Dean said, shutting off the water. “Didn't you see that episode of Mythbusters? Are you trying to blow us up?”
“You got a better idea?” Buffy shouted over the crackling of the fire that was still spreading.
“How about we just get out of here and let the professionals handle it?” Dean said, making more than complete sense for once.
“Great! Best plan ever,” Buffy agreed and frowned as she looked around the now smoke filled room. “Where's the door?”
“Ah, hell,” Dean said around a cough. “Can't you use your super slayer senses and look through it?”
Buffy smacked him hard on the arm. “That's night vision not smoke vision, dumb ass.”
Sam did his best to sort out where they were in relation to the door and finally resorted to squatting to see if he could get below the smoke. Through the haze he was just able to make out a sliver of light under what he assumed was the door and grabbed Dean's arm. “This way!”
The lights flickered out and Buffy huffed out in annoyance, “I swear, if we make it out of here alive, I'm never going to a Denny's at 3am ever again.”
“Right with you,” Dean agreed as they followed Sam out of the kitchen and into the marginally better air of the seating area. “Damn, it still smells like ass out here.”