Sway.

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. Supernatural and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. I make no profit from this fiction. All the characters herein belong in somebody else’s toy box. I just take them out to play once in a while.


A/N: warning for character deaths, spoken about in the past tense. Nothing too graphic.


Sway.



Dean wrapped his arms around the brunette just a little tighter, stepping further into her personal space. She had spent years as a blond, just recently recoloring her hair back to it's natural shade. It made her look more mature and yet younger, softer, somehow more carefree.

He swayed with her to the gentle music. Some soft romantic love song. Shit! He'd never have thought that he, Dean Winchester would ever be doing the love scene from a chick flick with any girl... let alone the one in his arms. He ran one hand down her bare back, loving the shudder she gave an the soft sigh she emitted.

The candle light cast the room into a flickering mixture of eerie shadows and bright lights. In his head he compared it to their lives together. Living in the sun, yet for the night. Both of them hunters, born or bred into it.

There had been many losses along the way. His breath hitched in his throat as he remembered the night that a demon had run Faith though with it's deadly barb - And Sam, devastated by loss and ravaged with grief had gone after it alone. When he and Buffy had found it's lair, the thing had begged to die. A tiny tear slipped down his face as the memories hit him.

Then Giles, nothing supernatural - just a crazy drunk driver who had mown Giles down when he was on his way to Buffy's birthday party. Buffy had taken that one harder than any other... knowing there was nothing to fight, nothing to take revenge on and vowed never to celebrate her birthday again.

Yet still they survived. Here they were, a hunter and a slayer... ten years on.

He pulled her ever closer to his body, feeling the heat of her through his shirt. "Buffy. Happy Anniversary Baby."

Buffy sighed happily and leaned up to leave a soft kiss on his lips. "Happy Anniversary Dean."

Then he turned as the music finished, took her hand and led her to their bedroom.