Shades of gray- Story 2 {BtVS/Supernatural}

4. Making with the 'splainy

A/N: Characters are not mine, as always *tear*

A/N2: Another thing, I know in the episode everything with the torturing and the deal with Spike was supposed to happen in the same night but I pushed it back a day.

Buffy thought back on all that had happened in the last few hours while she ate: Kendra’s death at Dru’s hand, Angelus’ trap, Willow being hurt and in the hospital, Giles missing. She’d needed help; she’d needed Dean and Sam. 

Dean watched her expectantly, waiting for her to make with the ‘splainy and tell them everything. So she did, starting with Kendra’s appearance and Willow’s attempt at restoring Angel’s soul, she told them about the flame-o-gram she’d gotten, how it was a trap. She told them about Willow being in the hospital, and that Giles was missing. By the time she finished, it was getting dark and Dean stood to grab his weapons, preparing to have a run-in with Angelus. He saw Sam doing the same and went over to him and grabbed the gun from his hand, unloaded it and handed it back to him.

“What’d you do that for?” Sam demanded, as Buffy got ready.

“You’re not going.” He stated, grabbing the keys and some more crosses.

“Yes I am Dean, you guys need help.”

“No, you’re damn well not. I told dad you’d be safe, and that means you stay here.” He argued, and Sam opened his mouth to protest, but Dean glared at him. “I’m not risking you Sammy, so just stay here and keep quiet.”

Sam clenched his jaw and fists angrily, Willow and Buffy were his friends too! Buffy looked at him pleadingly, and he let some of it melt off.

“Sam you know I’m glad you’re here, but Dean’s right, Angelus could come after you next and I couldn’t bear it if something happened to you too. Please just stay?” She asked him softly, and he gave a reluctant nod.

Dean nodded, and headed out, Buffy followed after another hug with Sam. She climbed in on the passenger’s side and gave Dean directions to Giles’ house. She got out and strode up to the door, Dean behind her. The door was ajar, and they exchanged a look, Dean tightened his grip on his stake and they both went in.

“Giles! Giles!” She called, even though she doubted he’d answer. Dean looked around and cocked his gun. She turned to see Whistler coming down the stairs from the loft.

“I don't think he's here.” He said, eyes flitting from her to Dean’s gun that he was aiming straight at him.

“Who are you?” Buffy demanded.

“Whistler.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I'm waiting for you,” Whistler said as he reached the end of the stairs.

“Why?” Dean asked and Buffy looked expectantly at Whistler, waiting for the answer.

“'Cause I-I-I need a date to the prom.”

Buffy was not in the mood for jokes, so she took the two steps over to him, grabbed him by the throat and shoved him up against the wall. Dean smiled grimly and gave an appreciative whistle.

“I have had a really bad couple of days okay? If you have information worth hearing, then I am grateful for it. If you're gonna crack jokes, then I'm gonna pull out your ribcage and wear it as a hat.” She snarled and let him go, and Dean stepped closer, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Hello to the imagery! Very nice.” He got serious, “It wasn't supposed to go down like this.” He moved away from the wall, and Dean rested a finger on the trigger in warning. “Nobody saw you coming. I figured this for Angel's big day. But I thought he was here to stop Acathla, not to bring him forth. Then you guys made with the smoochies... now he's a creep again. Now, what are you gonna do? W-what are you prepared to do?”