Authors Note: Hey all! I've never tried a crossover of this type before, nor a romance like this. It's for pure fun, my guilty pleasure I suppose. But here are a few key facts to keep you from getting confused.
Werewolves are from NO previous show. Change into full wolves, but can also partial shift and have heightened senses, speed and strength when human.
Vampires are from Buffy verse. Poof into dust upon wooden stakes and have that face shift thing, and the boys know this.
Demons are from Supernatural verse. Possession only. Buffy knows this, but has rarely dealt with them.
When the story refers to monsters, it's talking about the physically ugly ones Buffy referred to as demons.
The only Smallville aspect in this will be Chloe. Clark may have a few cameos, but not many.
Post season 7 Buffy, not following the comics. Season 2 of Supernatural, prior to the episode "Hunted". No defined time in Smallville, in between 5 and 7.
Rating may change later on as this is a romance and I'm just letting the characters run rampant, so if they get naked, it's not my fault. ;P
Lastly, feedback is appreciated. Enjoy!
Prologue
A deep growl rumbled through Bobby Singer's basement. The echo was long and drawn out, giving the older hunter chills as he sat outside the panic room with a tranquilizer gun in his hands. It was followed by another, the second growl more aggressive and louder than the first.
Then a chaos of roars and snarls erupted from with the cell.
"Damn it, boys!"
Bobby shot up and looked in the room, the sight was sadly becoming much too familiar. Two large wolves chained up against opposite walls. The two glaring at each other, muzzles pulled back in snarls as their glares singed one another. Two alpha males fighting for dominance.
Of course, it wasn't like Sam and Dean got along much better in human form these days.
"Now knock it off or so help me I will shoot your furry asses full of so much tranquilizer you'll be seeing rainbows for a week!"
The two let their snarls drop and looked away from each other. They looked to Bobby with innocent eyes and ears perked in curiosity. Damn werewolves.
Bobby sighed and pulled out his cell phone. It was time to call an old friend he should have talked to ages ago.
xXx
Rupert Giles was about to sit down with a good book and a cup of hot tea when the phone rang. He sighed and picked up in slight annoyance.
"For the last time Xander, I won't tell you how to say 'Hot babe' in Portages."
"Damn, and I was so eager to learn." A gruff voice responded with a chuckle.
Giles eyes widened in surprise.
"Bobby Singer! So good to hear from you again, it's been… well it's been a while." He replied in his usual cheer, accent seemingly thicker since his return to England.
"Too long, Rupert. And I wish I could say this was a call for catching up, but unfortunately it's-"
"Supernatural related?" Giles asked curiously.
Bobby sighed, "Sadly. You see, two close friends of mine were recently bitten by a werewolf."
"Oh, dear." Giles sat and sipped his tea as he listened.
"First I had to stop them from friggin' killin' themselves. They're hunters themselves and saw no other solution of course."
Giles gave a look of surprise.
"They know many just lock themselves up on the nights of the full moon correct? I know one myself and he used to do just that."
"That's exactly why I'm calling actually, you said a while back you knew one who learned how to control it?" Bobby asked curiously.
Giles stood and went to his cluttered desk as he talked.
"Yes, Daniel Osbourne. Although he much prefers Oz. I've known him since he was first bitten years ago. He's become quite the expert on being able to control and tame the beast, even so far as discovering how to stop or trigger the change."
Giles paused as he flipped through his address book and found Oz's number.
"Damn, that's something you rarely hear about. Any chance I can get a hold of him?"
"Yes, I have his number here. He's currently in Cleveland helping Buffy. They found a potential slayer recently who was bitten by a werewolf. She's been… well she has been a tough case. I'm sure he wouldn't mind taking on two more students."
"You sure, I mean I can keep lockin' these boys up until he's free?" Bobby questioned in concern.
"No, no. I talked to both him and Buffy yesterday, just the two of them and this potential out there right now. By the sounds of it, they could use two gentlemen of your expertise in Cleveland currently. A lot of activity over the Hellmouth these last few weeks."
"Really? Boys might be eager to go, they've been itchin' for a good hunt, and I've had more than my share of moody werewolves for the past three months." Bobby grumbled.
Giles gave a chuckle, "I'm guessing it's Sam and Dean? Winchester?"
"How could ya tell?"
"Well, you've always spoken of them as if they were your own. Just as I often find myself doing with Buffy." He gave a sad smile at the thought of her, eyes glancing to a photo of the group taken a year ago, the last time they were all together.
"Yeah, well I'll give Oz a call and see what I can arrange."
Giles repeated the number to Bobby and sat down as he bid his farewells. Hanging up he returned to his lukewarm tea and thought of the past. Maybe he would be visiting Cleveland soon.
xXx
"An internship? In… Cleveland? Chloe, you can't be serious?" Clark stepped in front of the petite blonde as she went to put more clothes in her suitcase.
She looked up at him with an annoyed expression.
"It's for a month Clark, I'll be fine!" Chloe was not entirely sure why she had to defend herself on this one.
He looked at her with sad eyes.
"Clark, the school is paying for everything in full. After this I get my degree and can hopefully get into something bigger and better then Smallville!"
He sighed and grabbed her in a hug.
"I know, I'm just really going to miss you is all."
She gave a small laugh and hugged him back.
"Clark, you can come visit whenever, it will take you what, 2 seconds? Geez, you act like I'm goin' to Guatemala!"
She pulled away and shoved the last of her essentials into the third suitcase. Looking around her apartment she was sure she had everything. She hoped so at least.
"I'm just worried Chloe, I don't want anything happening to you." Clark sat on the bed and picked up a pillow nervously.
"If Smallville has taught me one thing, it's self defense. No need to worry Clark, not like Cleveland is some convergence of evil forces." She laughed at the thought.
He sighed and stood, grabbing her cases he looked at her with a small smile.
"Can I walk you out at least?
"Course, let me just grab my ticket and I'll meet you down there."
Clark nodded and headed out, Chloe heading to her printer. With a few quick clicks the machine sprung to life and began printing the tickets. She gave a sigh and stared at the screen that read her flight.
"Cleveland, here I come."