Shades of gray- Story 2 {BtVS/Supernatural}

10. Comfort

A/N: I wanted to do some research on what manner or beastie I wanted them to hunt. Thanks to lucidtransmissions for the suggestion of a ghoul or goblin but after reading about the episodes of Supernatural that I haven't seen I decided not to use a ghoul becuase of Adam Milligan in Season 4 or 5, whichever he was in. I couldn't find much on goblins, but came across gremlins and my bunny jumped on that with ideas so I wrote this last night to get it out of my head so I could sleep and typed it this morning. Characters belong to their creators except in my head, where they follow my whims obediently ;)

Buffy sat on the bed of their hotel, eating a burger and wondering what the case they were supposed to be working on was. Dean was sitting on the floor with his back against the bed she was perched on, eating his own bacon cheeseburger and sneaking fries from her box of food when she wasn’t looking.

“Okay, so the case is basically that a small aircraft went down about a week ago, thankfully no one was harmed.” Sam told them both from his bed, where he was alternately eating and typing on his laptop.

“What do they think caused it?” Buffy asked, snatching one of Dean’s onion rings and popping it into her mouth with a smug smile at Dean.

“They weren’t sure, said they heard some noises and somehow there was dust in the fuel pipes, which rings a bell with something Dad wrote about, but I’m not sure which one.” Sam answered, reaching for their dad’s journal to rifle through it.

“Doesn’t really sound supernatural Sammy,” Dean commented. “And if the next words out of your mouth happen to involve getting on a plane, you can forget it.”

Buffy glanced at Dean and caught the smirk on Sam’s face as he flipped through the small book, “You’re afraid of flying,” she said to Dean, phrasing it as more of a statement than a question.

“Planes crash!” He defended, ignoring Sam’s smirk and Buffy’s giggle. “What’s the journal say?” He asked instead, grabbing one of her fries deliberately and eating it, giving her a cheeky grin.

“Well, there’s not a lot, but he did mention something about gremlins in here,” Sam answered.

“Dean, give it back!” Buffy yelped and Sam looked up to see Dean holding her soda can just out of reach while she tried to grab it back. She slid off her bed and straddled his lap, trying to retrieve her soda by distracting him. She kissed him and slid one hand over his chest, mindful of Dru’s handiwork, while discreetly trying to reach for her drink with the other and he chuckled. He fisted one hand in her hair, deepening the kiss, temporarily forgetting he was holding her Coke hostage. She kissed him back with equal fervor, until she heard Sam clear his throat behind her. She snatched her drink back from Dean and grinned at him in triumph. She didn’t move from his lap though, and felt his hand running through her hair. They both turned back to San when he cleared his throat a second time.

“Got a frog in your throat Sammy?” Dean quipped and Sam scowled at him.

“It’s Sam, jerk.”

“Bitch.”

“Guys!” Buffy interjected and they both looked at her: Sam looked a little apologetic but Dean just gave her another cheeky grin. “Sam, you were saying?” she prompted, giving Dean a slight glare.

“Right, uh apparently gremlins are little creatures that like to mess around with airplanes. They aren’t usually evil, but they are mischievous. Legend has it they were once very helpful to men, but turned against them when they weren’t getting recognition.”

“Okay, so how do we kill Gizmo?” Dean asked once he swallowed a mouthful of burger. “The usual iron rounds?”

“No, iron won’t have any effect, but sunlight hurts them, just like a vampire,” Sam answered and Buffy nodded.