Title: No PLace Like Home
Author: PyroDeScorpio2

Summary: Buffy comes home after a late night dusting to her husband: Dean
Fandom: BTVS/SPN
Characters: Dean, Buffy, OCboy, OCgirl, OCvamp
Genre: Romance/Action
Words: 1516
Team: Hunter
Challenge: #3, crossover

Dis: I don't own SPN or BTVS

She looked up from the hole she’d fallen into and sighed. Great. Another night of a Slayer, spent digging herself out of a grave that someone happened to leave out open in the middle of the cemetery. Bending into a squat, she jumped and with the help of both slayer grace and agility she easily landed on her two feet, only to get hit in the face by her original assailant.

Whipping out a stake, Buffy Summers glared menacingly at the vampire with distorted features. It wore rags, letting her know it was a drifter, and probably no one to worry about. It stunk, that much she knew, and the rags barely covered its malnourished body. The vampire was male, with long, snarly hair that was probably infested with lice and other icky things. The vampire snarled, desperate to get blood in its system, and charged her. She sidestepped, brought out her foot, and tripped it up so that it landed into the same hole she’d just gotten out of.

She stood with a bored expression on her face, twirling her stake until the vampire leapt out of the grave. Twisting to where it landed, to her right, she embedded her stake into its chest and it disintegrated to ash.

“They just keep getting grosser,” she muttered to herself as she tucked her stake into the back of her jeans. She brushed some ash off of her cream top then ran her slim fingers through the long, silky ponytail as if to fix the damage. She started walking back toward the sidewalk she’d originally been walking on and continued on her original walk back to her house. After the fall of Sunnydale, they rebuilt the council in Cleveland and she worked and slaved for over ten years to make it into what it was today. Not, at age thirty-two, she was still alive and kicking, but less active in the role of actually…kicking.

She still slayed here and there as well as kept her toes dipped in the affairs of the council, but she had wanted family: and got it. However, her calling still made her want to go out once in a while to hunt down the bad and fugly, and the apocalypse that was supposed to happen last week had been stopped by her when she beheaded the octopus-man who wanted to bring forth the soul of his mate inside a different slayer named Olivia. The poor girl nearly had a heart attack when the other slayers played a prank of ordering calamari the other night at dinner.

She walked up the small walk that lead to her house and softly stepped onto the wooden porch. The light was left on for her and she smiled as she unlocked her door with her key. She locked it again then flipped off the light. Two crystals glowed when she entered the home but quickly faded, a mystical security alarm was handy: especially when her and her husband were one of the most wanted hunters in the entire world. Of course, her brother-in-law and his wife were the second most wanted: Buffy had never thought that the day would come when Faith wanted to settle down. Well it had come and Faith and her husband were expecting their first child next fall.

Buffy wordlessly checked the security, though she knew she didn’t have to thanks to her husband being adamant about it. She snuck up the stairs and first opened a door with the name ‘Mary’ stenciled on it. A blonde little girl lay in her crib with her thumb in her mouth. A small, brown teddy bear was her pillow and Buffy smiled down at her softly before trailing her fingers in her hair, then down her small body before picking up the discarded blanket and re-placing it upon her. Buffy silently exited the room, and closed the door with a click.

The second room she happened upon had the name ‘Alex’ stenciled on it. She opened it to see her boy, age three, tucked in his bed with his toy cars surrounding him. A large, stuffed dinosaur lay on the floor and Buffy stepped around it before picking up the cars, then tucking in her son. He had the same features as Mary, but his hair was darker, much like her natural shade of dark blonde. After bending to place a kiss on his forehead she exited that room silently before moving to the master bedroom. She opened it and smiled when seeing her husband, sprawled out on their bed with the remote in his hand, out cold.

Conan O’Brien was commenting on a celebrity’s pregnancy and Buffy rolled her eyes before pulling off her soft top. She shimmied out of her jeans after pulling off her boots then took off her bra. She shivered from the cold as she dug in her drawer for a large t-shirt of Dean’s to wear. Going to the adjoining bathroom she combed out her hair, brushed her teeth, then washed her face free of make-up.

She flipped off the light, and then went to the bed. She stole the remote, flipped off the television, and finally climbed into bed. Dean stirred as she settled upon her pillow and she smiled as a large arm came around her waist. She turned in his embrace when he prompted her to and her amused eyes met his sleepy. Dean never was one who could focus after awakening, unless it was a life and death situation.

“How was the baby shower?”

“Great. Went off without a hitch,” she said, too perky, and he caught onto it.

“What happened?”

“Vamp caught me on my way home,” she said, making him come fully awake and check her for injury by pulling back the sheets. “I’m fine. No harm.”

“Still,” he said, hand going to her naked knee then traveling up to her thigh. “I worry about you.”

“I know,” she said, leaning forward to press her lips to his. He reciprocated the kiss, his fingers spanning so that he could cup the back of her leg then bring it over his hip. “Hmm… Frisky, are we?”

“Always am,” he whispered, nuzzling her neck now, the stubble of his cheeks and jaw rough against her creamy skin.

“Alex and Mary get to bed all right?”

“Christ,” said Dean with a sigh. “Alex had another damned frog in the toilet. Almost had a heart attack when I had to take a-”

“I get it,” said Buffy, not wanting to know which number it was. She easily moved to straddle his hips and he grinned up at her, hands traveling under her shirt to cup her bare breasts. Her eyes closed, then opened to stare at him with a hooded gaze as his thumbs moved over her nipples. She brought her hands to the hem of the borrowed shirt and pulled it off to reveal her black, lace boy short panties. Dean bit his bottom lip while his hands traveled down her still trim body, even after two kids. He stilled at her hips and she leaned down to kiss him again. He sat up after a moment and she helped him pull off his sleeping shirt. His arms wrapped around her body then carefully turned them so that her back was against the soft sheets. He quickly got rid of the pajama pants he wore while she hooked her fingers in her panties. She lay naked on the bed and he quickly moved over her, loving her body with his lips and hands.

Cupping her breasts, softly kneading them, lips and tongue playing with her perked nipple. Her hands moved down his chest, over the defined muscles of his pecs. She smirked as her thumbs moved over his flat nipples and almost purred as he nuzzled her neck. She opened her legs when one of his hands traveled there and her desire filled eyes met his as he brought her closer and closer to her orgasm. Her breathing quickened and when she arched into his hand he pulled away. She caged him with her legs, her knees pressed against his ribs as he moved over her. He kissed her lovingly before entering her and finally, all was all right because they were together and nothing else mattered.

“I love you,” she whispered, sometime later, her body gleaming against the moonbeams entering from their window.

“Love you, too, Darlin.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “So I was talking to Sam.”

“Mhm…”

“Apparently, if it’s a boy, they’ll name him Jonathan, since we took Mary for a girl.”

“If it’s a girl?” asked Buffy sleepily.

“Sam wanted something simple like Ashley, but Faith wants something unique like… I dunno, Velma.”

“Velma?” she asked with a laugh.

“Well not that name in particular but something close.”

“Could always name her Lilith.”

“Now that,” said Dean as he rolled over on top of his wife again. “Is just mean. Funny, but mean.”

“Hmm…Gunna punish me?”

“Oh yeah,” said Dean, his eyes gleaming. “You bet I am.”


END.