Title: Story of a girl
Fandom: Supernatural/Buffyverse
Characters: Dean, Sam, Andrew, Giles
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke. The Buffyverse is the creation of Joss Whedon. Siobhan and Aimee are my characters and were created specifically for this fic. Do not use them without talking to me first.
Rating: G
Word count: 1240
Prompt: 021 – Friends
Claim: Dean Winchester
Archive: Anywhere, just give credit where credit is due
Feedback: Yes, please! Send all comments to purenightshade@gmail.com
Summary: If there’s time for music and laughter, then everything is alright.
Author’s notes:

“So what’s her deal, anyways?”

Aimee look up at Dean from her salad. “You mean Siobhan, right?”

“Who else?” Dean set his fork down. “She seemed so strong and confident, but she’s disturbingly clueless.”

“Hey, Aimee, I’ll bet you ten bucks that he tried to give her a compliment on her looks,” Andrew said.

“No bet.”

Dean shook his head. “What’s the big deal? I told her I thought she’s pretty. I thought all women loved compliments.”

Aimee leaned forward. “There are a lot of things that I admire about Siobhan, so don’t get me wrong when I say that there are serious issues there.” She eyed each of the Winchester boys. “What I’m about to tell you doesn’t leave this table, understand?”

“What happened to your promise to not say anything?” Sam asked.

“I mostly said that just in case she was pretending to be asleep. Besides, this has gone on long enough. I’m not about to sit back and let my friend, my best friend, destroy herself.”

“That doesn’t sound good.”

“I’m not telling you the whole story as it’s not my place, but this is the Reader’s Digest version. She has what can only be described as a truly tragic taste in men. I was only around for one of these, but that was enough. You know how they say that women are always attracted to the wrong kind of man, the bad boys, the ones with earrings, tattoos, leather jackets, and motorcycles? In her case, the guys she’s attracted to aren’t clearly the bad boy type but they always turn out that way. The pictures I’ve seen are all really attractive. One could even call them pretty. When I first met her, she’s just gotten out of a bad relationship with this guy named Jeremy. I’m told that he tried to hit her and she put him through a wall.”

“Through a wall?” Dean asked.

“It’s that Slayer strength mixed with some bad drywall in the apartment they were living in. Anyways, Andrew will no doubt remember what she swears is her last boyfriend ever as she claims to have sworn off dating. Daniel White.”

Andrew’s hands clenched into fists at the mention of the name. “He’s lucky he got away intact after what he pulled.”

“Siobhan met him about eight months ago and fell hard. Good looking, decent personality, intelligent, but with a very warped sense of reality. He was a bit of a narcissist on top of all of that as well. It didn’t take long for him to wrap Siobhan around his finger. There was a lot of weird stuff that happened in the five months they were seeing each other. I won’t get into it because it’s really, really private and stuff. In the end, though, he broke her so badly that she wanted o die.”

“She went suicidal over some guy?” Sam asked incredulously.

“And then some. She wouldn’t leave her apartment, wouldn’t talk to anyone. It took us forever to get her to tell us what happened. I will be forever grateful that she writes all of her thoughts and feelings down in that journal of hers. I found it open on her desk by accident one day and that was enough to get the whole mess out of her. Ever since then, she’s pretty much shut herself off from anything outside of Slaying and the only people she associates with are people that are also involved in it. She also tends to avoid contact with men, which is very easy given how few of them are involved with us Slayers.”

“So when she said that she wasn’t interested, she wasn’t talking about me specifically?” Dean leaned back in the booth. “I’m not sure if I feel better or worse.”

“This is why I make a point of calling her a Goddess, even now,” Andrew said. “I’ve been doing it since I met her because that’s how I think about her, but after everything that’s happened to her I think I need to keep it up, to try and rebuild her self-image and to keep a kind of normalness to things.”

“Well, as normal as our lives ever get,” Aimee snorted.

“There’s that old saying. If there’s time for music and laughter, then everything is alright.”

When they got back to Oz’s house, Siobhan was awake. From the look of her, she hadn’t been awake for long and still had the bleary eyed look of someone who hadn’t slept well. She was rubbing the last remnants of sleep from her eyes. Andrew walked over to her and tried to peek at what she was writing, but she sent him away with an irritated snarl.

Dean headed into the kitchen and poured two glasses of juice he found in the fridge and took them into the dinning room. He sat down in the chair beside Siobhan, the same chair he’d occupied earlier. He set one glass beside her.

It took her a minute to notice it, but when she did she eyed him suspiciously. “What’s this for?”

“I don’t know about you, but I like to drink my orange juice.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“You’ve been working hard on this. As far as I know, you haven’t had anything to drink since we met at the warehouse where we found that book. Dehydration sucks.”

“Water is better for that.”

“Orange juice is better for getting rid of sleep mouth,” he countered.

“That’s what this is for?”

He shrugged. “Well, yeah. Hey. Siobhan?”

“Yes?”

“I want you to know that I meant what I said to you earlier. I honestly think you’re pretty.”

“Why are you bringing that up again. I already told you-“

“That you’re not interested, I know. I remember. That’s not why. I just think that when you meet someone who looks nice that it’s polite to let them know. Don’t try feeding me that line about you being plain; I’m not buying it.”

“It’s generally not a good idea to mix your metaphors.”

“What?”

“Feed doesn’t lead to buy.”

“Oh whatever,” he grumped. “You know what I meant.”

The front door opened and Giles walked into the house, making a beeline for Siobhan and Dean. “How are things progressing?”

“As soon as Dean decodes the last couple pages, we’ll find you and let you know what we’re dealing with. It shouldn’t take long. Although, the way it’s going right now, things are looking very grim.”

He nodded, looking very tired. “I’ll be in the living room with the others.”

Dean got to work on the last couple of pages. As predicted, it didn’t take him long to finish, but when he did, he just stared at the text.

“Something wrong?” Siobhan asked him.

“This is too weird. I think I’mjust over tired. Either that or I decoded this wrong. This can’t be right.”

Siobhan leaned over to have a look. “Well, if you’re seeing Blue Oyster Cult lyrics, then either it’s right or we’re both loosing our minds. You double checked it?”

“I have been with all of these. Dad drilled that one into our heads really good.”

She went through all of the pages he’d decoded and rewrote the real message out on clean sheets of paper. “This is not good.”

“Any of that make sense to you?”

“Yes. You’re lost, I take it?” Dean nodded. “I’ll explain when everyone’s together.”

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