I only have eyes for you- Story 1 {Btvs/Supernatural}

Chapter 9: Secrets

Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me, but to Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke. Some of the dialouge belongs to http://www.Twiztv.com

Meanwhile in a mansion in the cemetery...

Angelus walked into a room, leading Spike and Drusilla on a tour, “And this... this is the garden.”

“Wow!” Said an awed Drusilla, “Look, Jasmine.” She held a flower to her nose.

“Night blooming.” Angelus replied, playing with some pruning shears.

“Like us. Oh, Angel, it's fairyland,” Dru said, turning in excitement. “Ooh!”

“It's paradise. Big windows, lovely gardens. It'll be perfect when we want the sunlight to kill us,” Spike grumbled, still at the entrance, unimpressed.

“If you don't like it, Spike, hit the stairs and go. Take a stand, man.”

“Well, our old place was just fine till you went and had it burned down.” Spike stated, his patience nearing an end.

Angelus walked around the stone table to stand behind Dru, leering at him. “Things change, Spikey. You gotta roll with the punches. Well, actually, you pretty much got that part down haven't you?”

“Very funny, mate.”

Angelus poked his head out from behind Dru in a game of peek-a-boo, just to antagonize Spike, who he knew would rather he stay far away from. “What can I say?” He peeked from the other side of her head, still smirking at him. “I just love to see you smile, buddy.” He held up a jasmine bloom and brushed it across Drusilla's cheek as he growled into her ear.

“Yeah, you're a giver.” Spike growled disgustedly and turned his wheelchair to leave.

“There’s a new player in town, my Angel,” Dru purred to him, “He’s all bright and shiny. He cares for her, he makes the clouds sing.”

“Does he now, pet?” Angelus replied, thinking back on the young man he’d seen with the Slayer two days before. “Shall I fetch him for you?”

She squealed and clapped her hands with glee, and he swept off into the night to find the Slayer’s newest love interest.

The next morning...

Dean was in a grumpy mood the following Monday morning as he pushed open the doors to the school. He’d enjoyed spending time with Buffy’s ragtag group of friends at the Bronze, but when he’d been walking back to join the three left at the table when he, Xander, and Oz had gone to play a game of pool (which Oz lost), the way that Buffy and Sam were looking at each other made him uneasy. He especially didn’t like the fact that she had her hand on his arm, and the way that they studied one another screamed to Dean of secrets.

That bothered him the most: the thought that his brother, who he trusted without a thought or hesitation, and the girl he’d grown to like were talking secrets behind his back. They weren’t inclined to let him in on them either, as demonstrated by the forced-looking smile she’d aimed at him that was mirrored on Sam’s face. Something had happened, or been said, that neither wanted him to know.

He’d tried prying it out of Sam first, thinking his brother would be the easier target of the three, since Willow had made an escape not long after, which meant that she knew what the secret was. But despite his best efforts, threats, black-mail, and outright demands to know the truth, Sam wouldn’t cave, simply stated that it was not his business, and that he should ask Buffy.

He’d finally given up on his quest for information in favor of sleep, but had the strangest feeling that he and Sam were being watched. He’d looked around the hotel parking lot with his rock-salt gun, which wouldn’t be much use on anything that wasn’t a ghost, but found nothing and no one. He’d checked that the crosses and wards were still in place, and they were, so he dismissed the thought for the moment.