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Buffy - When Opportunity Knocks ...
Fandom: Castle/Buffyverse/Supernatural
Title: When Opportunity Knocks …
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean Winchester/Buffy Summers, Rick Castle, Kate Beckett, Javier Esposito, Kevin Ryan, Sam Winchester.
Content Warning: A heaping teaspoon of crack, but otherwise, not much. Minor, minor spoilers for Season 5 of Supernatural.
Summary: When Buffy opened the door and saw Sam standing there, she knew she wasn’t going to like this.
Author’s Note: And this would be the other half of the birthday present forwayitcomes! … I don’t even know, to be perfectly honest. But I hope you like it anyway. Set at an ambiguous point sometime after 504: The End, just to make things easier. Related to On the Ramblings of a Fangirl.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. They belong to Joss, Kripke, and ABC. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
When Buffy opened the door and saw Sam standing there, she knew she wasn’t going to like this.
“What’d he do?”
Sam looked appropriately sheepish. He rubbed the back of his neck, had an embarrassed look on his face, and looked very, very sorry. Which Buffy had come to learn meant Dean had done something very, very wrong. He sighed heavily before looking back at her. “He kinda … got himself arrested.”
Buffy started for a moment. “Arrested?”
“Yeah.” Sam’s mouth pressed into a thin line, and Buffy knew she really wasn’t going to like this. “The detective chasing him said that if he stopped, she would show him her boobs.”
She wasn’t sure how to process that, at first. First of all, the detective did what? But the major thought at the moment was that he actually stopped? “I’m gonna kick his ass.”
“Yeah—we gotta get him out of jail first.”
Buffy blinked, before shaking her head a bit. “Isn’t that usually Castiel’s department?”
“They’re starting to catch on,” Sam sighed. “The detective who nabbed him won’t leave him alone, and we need something to … draw their attention, so Cas can get in and get out.”
“Draw their attention?” Buffy raised her eyebrows at him. “You mean like—flirt with them.”
“Look, if we had another idea, we would do it, but three out of the four cops are guys. And one of them—isn’t even a cop. I think he’s just a consultant. So he’s very easily distracted.”
“A consultant?” Buffy frowned. “What’s he consulting on?”
Sam shrugged. “To hell if I know. He’s some writer—Richard Castle.”
There was a long pause, while Buffy just stared at Sam, dumbfounded. “Richard Castle is going to be there?”
“Yeah,” Sam frowned. “You know the guy?”
Buffy didn’t answer. She was already gone and headed back to the bathroom. “Give me twenty minutes. I need to get ready.”
“Oh—okay then.” Sam said, and she could tell from the look on his face that he was twice as confused as he was before, but at the moment, Buffy really didn’t care. She was going to meet Richard Castle.
Richard Castle.
Sam had pretty much just made her life.
***
Buffy wasn’t really all that big a reader. She didn’t usually have the time for it. Between her Slaying duties and taking care of Dawn and the other Slayerettes, she didn’t even have a lot of time for Dean, let alone finding quiet time to herself to read. That didn’t mean she didn’t like to, every once in a while, and she had gotten into the Derrick Storm novels during a slow period a few years back, and ever since she went on the road with Sam and Dean, she found herself in the backseat for a lot of long car rides. If she managed to drown out Dean’s music long enough, she could blow through a book a week, easy. It didn’t hurt that the characters were incredibly compelling. She hadn’t managed to get ahold of his latest book yet, Heat Wave, but she was working on it, and she was sure that she would love it just as much as she had Derrick Storm. So, naturally, when Sam mentioned that Richard Castle was going to be at the police station, she had to go. She might actually thank Dean for getting himself arrested if this went her way.
Right before she kicked his ass and denied him sex for trying to look at another woman’s breasts.
Either way, she was making her way into the police precinct, dressed up in her best bait clothes, and her copy of Unholy Storm tucked into her bag. If she was going to have to do this, she was damn well getting an autograph out of it. She let her eyes roam over the bullpen, before spotting the white board with Dean’s picture on it. Taking a breath, she started to make her way closer to the three men standing there, trying to seem like the innocent, nervous, little girl lost rather than the confident girl that she was.
“Um, excuse me? I’m looking for Detective Beckett?” All three of them straightened and turned to look at her, and she flashed them a bright smile. “Sorry. I don’t mean to bother you, but she gave me her card? Asked me to come down to give a statement. I should have called.”
“No, no—it’s fine.” One of them returned the smile. “I’m Detective Ryan. Detective Beckett’s with a suspect right now, but maybe I could help you?”
She hesitated, not sure what to do, before shaking her head. “I’d really be more comfortable with Detective Beckett, if you don’t mind.”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” the man to her right nodded. The one she was ninety-five percent sure was Richard Castle. “Why don’t one of you take her back to see Beckett? If she’s here to ID our suspect … ”
Buffy had to think fast. She wasn’t that great at the conning people thing, but she was getting better, slowly but surely. She just wasn’t used to being the bait. Well, she was used to being bait, but it was normally for vampires, or demons, or something equally scary. Not for cops or other forms of law enforcement. “He’s back there,” she said with wide eyes, before shaking her head. “No, I don’t think … I mean, I’d rather stay here. If that’s okay.” The aim of the game was to get Beckett away from Dean, not to put more cops in the room.
Ryan nodded, before stepping away from the group. “I’ll go get her. Just sit tight.”
She nodded as well, wrapping her arms around herself a little more, trying to give the appearance of vulnerability. She was so bad at this. But she just swallowed it down, and waited for a beat before, giving Castle a genuinely sheepish look. “Um. I know this is probably really awkward, but—are you Richard Castle?”
Castle turned to face her again, and flashed her a wide smile. “That is not awkward at all, and yes. Yes, I am.”
At that, Buffy brightened considerably and began gushing like the fan she was. “I love your books. I’ve read every Derrick Storm novel like, five times.”
“An author is always happy to see his work is appreciated,” he said. “Have you managed to start the Nikki Heat series yet?”
“Not yet. But I’m getting there! I just have to manage to track down a copy.” Her face suddenly turned sheepish again, before she reached into her bag. “You probably get this all the time but, uh—would you mind signing my book for me?” She pulled out Unholy Storm. “I’d really appreciate it.”
“Of course,” he nodded. “Rereading?”
“On the subway,” she said with a nod. “Good way to pass the time.”
“So who should I make this out to?”
“Buffy,” she said, glancing over and seeing Detective Beckett coming her way with Detective Ryan in tow. She glanced back to see Castle finishing up the autograph, and took the book back with a smile. “Thank you, so much. You don’t know how much this means to me.”
“Anything for a fan,” Castle nodded, before glancing back to Beckett again. “Buffy, here, says you wanted her to come down and interview her.”
“Buffy?” Beckett frowned. “I’ve never seen you before.”
“You haven’t?” Ryan looked confused as well. “She said she had your card.”
Buffy felt the phone in her pocket buzz with the ‘all clear’ signal just as the look of realization crossed Beckett’s face. “Winchester,” she gasped, before darting back towards the interrogation room, the three men following after her.
Buffy’s pretty sure Beckett told one of the uniforms not to let her leave. She, however, wasn’t going to stick around long enough to find out.
***
“Can you believe it? Richard. Castle signed my book.”
Buffy hadn’t stopped blabbing about it since she had slid into the backseat of the car. Sam was driving and Dean was in the passenger’s seat, looking a little worse for the wear. They had gotten the hell out of New York City as quickly as they could, and they hadn’t looked back, but right now they were looking for dinner, and Buffy was taking the opportunity to gush.
“Well, I’m happy for you, sweetheart,” Dean grumbled, still a little bent out of shape at having gotten caught. “I’m glad one of us had a good day.”
She beamed back at him for a moment, leaning forward so that her elbows were resting on the back of the seat, between the two brothers. She was quiet for all of a second, before pointing to a sign on the side of the road. “There. A diner.”
“Works for me,” Sam replied, and a split second later, she was back on the topic of Castle.
“I think he might even have been flirting with me a little.”
At that, Dean sat up ramrod straight. “He what?”
“Yup,” she nodded. “I mean, I bet every famous person schmoozes a bit, but he really wasn’t all that bad looking. He was rather nicely shaped. I think he might even have put his phone number along with the autograph.”
Sam smirked. “Are you gonna call him?”
“Well, I can’t now, I helped a fugitive escape.” She gave a fake eye roll. “But it might have been nice. To be treated well for a change. Go out on an actual date.”
“Are you kidding me?” Dean glared, looking at both of them. “Hey, Buff—you forgetting something?”
Buffy ignored him, as did Sam. “I don’t know,” he replied. “He might be willing to forgive that. I mean, it’s not like you busted himself out yourself.”
“I know. But … it still might be a little weird.”
“Yeah, you might be right.”
“Hey, look, is this about the whole Beckett showing me her boobs thing? Because that’s really not what happened.” The car lurched to a stop in front of the diner, and Dean continued talking as they all piled out. “I tripped.”
“Dean, don’t be silly,” Buffy said with a sigh. “This is not about you looking at Detective Beckett’s boobs.”
“It’s not?”
“Nope. This is.” And with that, she slammed a fist to the side of his face. It wasn’t full Slayer strength behind it, but she was pretty sure it still hurt. “You ever get busted because of another woman’s boobs again? I will leave you there to rot. Got it?”
Dean groaned a bit, rubbing his jaw before nodding. “Got it. Message received.”
“Good,” she said, before giving him a bright smile and reaching for his hand. “Let’s eat.”
Title: When Opportunity Knocks …
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean Winchester/Buffy Summers, Rick Castle, Kate Beckett, Javier Esposito, Kevin Ryan, Sam Winchester.
Content Warning: A heaping teaspoon of crack, but otherwise, not much. Minor, minor spoilers for Season 5 of Supernatural.
Summary: When Buffy opened the door and saw Sam standing there, she knew she wasn’t going to like this.
Author’s Note: And this would be the other half of the birthday present for
wayitcomes! … I don’t even know, to be perfectly honest. But I hope you like it anyway. Set at an ambiguous point sometime after 504: The End, just to make things easier. Related to On the Ramblings of a Fangirl.Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. They belong to Joss, Kripke, and ABC. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
When Buffy opened the door and saw Sam standing there, she knew she wasn’t going to like this.
“What’d he do?”
Sam looked appropriately sheepish. He rubbed the back of his neck, had an embarrassed look on his face, and looked very, very sorry. Which Buffy had come to learn meant Dean had done something very, very wrong. He sighed heavily before looking back at her. “He kinda … got himself arrested.”
Buffy started for a moment. “Arrested?”
“Yeah.” Sam’s mouth pressed into a thin line, and Buffy knew she really wasn’t going to like this. “The detective chasing him said that if he stopped, she would show him her boobs.”
She wasn’t sure how to process that, at first. First of all, the detective did what? But the major thought at the moment was that he actually stopped? “I’m gonna kick his ass.”
“Yeah—we gotta get him out of jail first.”
Buffy blinked, before shaking her head a bit. “Isn’t that usually Castiel’s department?”
“They’re starting to catch on,” Sam sighed. “The detective who nabbed him won’t leave him alone, and we need something to … draw their attention, so Cas can get in and get out.”
“Draw their attention?” Buffy raised her eyebrows at him. “You mean like—flirt with them.”
“Look, if we had another idea, we would do it, but three out of the four cops are guys. And one of them—isn’t even a cop. I think he’s just a consultant. So he’s very easily distracted.”
“A consultant?” Buffy frowned. “What’s he consulting on?”
Sam shrugged. “To hell if I know. He’s some writer—Richard Castle.”
There was a long pause, while Buffy just stared at Sam, dumbfounded. “Richard Castle is going to be there?”
“Yeah,” Sam frowned. “You know the guy?”
Buffy didn’t answer. She was already gone and headed back to the bathroom. “Give me twenty minutes. I need to get ready.”
“Oh—okay then.” Sam said, and she could tell from the look on his face that he was twice as confused as he was before, but at the moment, Buffy really didn’t care. She was going to meet Richard Castle.
Richard Castle.
Sam had pretty much just made her life.
***
Buffy wasn’t really all that big a reader. She didn’t usually have the time for it. Between her Slaying duties and taking care of Dawn and the other Slayerettes, she didn’t even have a lot of time for Dean, let alone finding quiet time to herself to read. That didn’t mean she didn’t like to, every once in a while, and she had gotten into the Derrick Storm novels during a slow period a few years back, and ever since she went on the road with Sam and Dean, she found herself in the backseat for a lot of long car rides. If she managed to drown out Dean’s music long enough, she could blow through a book a week, easy. It didn’t hurt that the characters were incredibly compelling. She hadn’t managed to get ahold of his latest book yet, Heat Wave, but she was working on it, and she was sure that she would love it just as much as she had Derrick Storm. So, naturally, when Sam mentioned that Richard Castle was going to be at the police station, she had to go. She might actually thank Dean for getting himself arrested if this went her way.
Right before she kicked his ass and denied him sex for trying to look at another woman’s breasts.
Either way, she was making her way into the police precinct, dressed up in her best bait clothes, and her copy of Unholy Storm tucked into her bag. If she was going to have to do this, she was damn well getting an autograph out of it. She let her eyes roam over the bullpen, before spotting the white board with Dean’s picture on it. Taking a breath, she started to make her way closer to the three men standing there, trying to seem like the innocent, nervous, little girl lost rather than the confident girl that she was.
“Um, excuse me? I’m looking for Detective Beckett?” All three of them straightened and turned to look at her, and she flashed them a bright smile. “Sorry. I don’t mean to bother you, but she gave me her card? Asked me to come down to give a statement. I should have called.”
“No, no—it’s fine.” One of them returned the smile. “I’m Detective Ryan. Detective Beckett’s with a suspect right now, but maybe I could help you?”
She hesitated, not sure what to do, before shaking her head. “I’d really be more comfortable with Detective Beckett, if you don’t mind.”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” the man to her right nodded. The one she was ninety-five percent sure was Richard Castle. “Why don’t one of you take her back to see Beckett? If she’s here to ID our suspect … ”
Buffy had to think fast. She wasn’t that great at the conning people thing, but she was getting better, slowly but surely. She just wasn’t used to being the bait. Well, she was used to being bait, but it was normally for vampires, or demons, or something equally scary. Not for cops or other forms of law enforcement. “He’s back there,” she said with wide eyes, before shaking her head. “No, I don’t think … I mean, I’d rather stay here. If that’s okay.” The aim of the game was to get Beckett away from Dean, not to put more cops in the room.
Ryan nodded, before stepping away from the group. “I’ll go get her. Just sit tight.”
She nodded as well, wrapping her arms around herself a little more, trying to give the appearance of vulnerability. She was so bad at this. But she just swallowed it down, and waited for a beat before, giving Castle a genuinely sheepish look. “Um. I know this is probably really awkward, but—are you Richard Castle?”
Castle turned to face her again, and flashed her a wide smile. “That is not awkward at all, and yes. Yes, I am.”
At that, Buffy brightened considerably and began gushing like the fan she was. “I love your books. I’ve read every Derrick Storm novel like, five times.”
“An author is always happy to see his work is appreciated,” he said. “Have you managed to start the Nikki Heat series yet?”
“Not yet. But I’m getting there! I just have to manage to track down a copy.” Her face suddenly turned sheepish again, before she reached into her bag. “You probably get this all the time but, uh—would you mind signing my book for me?” She pulled out Unholy Storm. “I’d really appreciate it.”
“Of course,” he nodded. “Rereading?”
“On the subway,” she said with a nod. “Good way to pass the time.”
“So who should I make this out to?”
“Buffy,” she said, glancing over and seeing Detective Beckett coming her way with Detective Ryan in tow. She glanced back to see Castle finishing up the autograph, and took the book back with a smile. “Thank you, so much. You don’t know how much this means to me.”
“Anything for a fan,” Castle nodded, before glancing back to Beckett again. “Buffy, here, says you wanted her to come down and interview her.”
“Buffy?” Beckett frowned. “I’ve never seen you before.”
“You haven’t?” Ryan looked confused as well. “She said she had your card.”
Buffy felt the phone in her pocket buzz with the ‘all clear’ signal just as the look of realization crossed Beckett’s face. “Winchester,” she gasped, before darting back towards the interrogation room, the three men following after her.
Buffy’s pretty sure Beckett told one of the uniforms not to let her leave. She, however, wasn’t going to stick around long enough to find out.
***
“Can you believe it? Richard. Castle signed my book.”
Buffy hadn’t stopped blabbing about it since she had slid into the backseat of the car. Sam was driving and Dean was in the passenger’s seat, looking a little worse for the wear. They had gotten the hell out of New York City as quickly as they could, and they hadn’t looked back, but right now they were looking for dinner, and Buffy was taking the opportunity to gush.
“Well, I’m happy for you, sweetheart,” Dean grumbled, still a little bent out of shape at having gotten caught. “I’m glad one of us had a good day.”
She beamed back at him for a moment, leaning forward so that her elbows were resting on the back of the seat, between the two brothers. She was quiet for all of a second, before pointing to a sign on the side of the road. “There. A diner.”
“Works for me,” Sam replied, and a split second later, she was back on the topic of Castle.
“I think he might even have been flirting with me a little.”
At that, Dean sat up ramrod straight. “He what?”
“Yup,” she nodded. “I mean, I bet every famous person schmoozes a bit, but he really wasn’t all that bad looking. He was rather nicely shaped. I think he might even have put his phone number along with the autograph.”
Sam smirked. “Are you gonna call him?”
“Well, I can’t now, I helped a fugitive escape.” She gave a fake eye roll. “But it might have been nice. To be treated well for a change. Go out on an actual date.”
“Are you kidding me?” Dean glared, looking at both of them. “Hey, Buff—you forgetting something?”
Buffy ignored him, as did Sam. “I don’t know,” he replied. “He might be willing to forgive that. I mean, it’s not like you busted himself out yourself.”
“I know. But … it still might be a little weird.”
“Yeah, you might be right.”
“Hey, look, is this about the whole Beckett showing me her boobs thing? Because that’s really not what happened.” The car lurched to a stop in front of the diner, and Dean continued talking as they all piled out. “I tripped.”
“Dean, don’t be silly,” Buffy said with a sigh. “This is not about you looking at Detective Beckett’s boobs.”
“It’s not?”
“Nope. This is.” And with that, she slammed a fist to the side of his face. It wasn’t full Slayer strength behind it, but she was pretty sure it still hurt. “You ever get busted because of another woman’s boobs again? I will leave you there to rot. Got it?”
Dean groaned a bit, rubbing his jaw before nodding. “Got it. Message received.”
“Good,” she said, before giving him a bright smile and reaching for his hand. “Let’s eat.”
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