The End or the Beginning?

Chapter 1: Bargaining, Winchester Style

I saw a few stories resembling this and wanted to take a stab at it. I heard it was originally a challenge but I'm not sure so…. Any way….. Also in my story Buffy died in 2004/2005 so it's the start of Supernatural's season 1. This is my first story so wish me luck please respond telling me how horrible or great this was :-/ I have a few other chapters written but will only post if people actually want to read them.

Sam and Dean find Buffy after she rises from her grave and things take off from there. A strong Buffy and Sam friendship and eventually Buffy/Dean


"Giles, there are two things that I don't believe in: coincidences and leprechauns."

-Buffy Summers Faith, Hope, & Trick (Season 3)

Amid all the whooping and hollering of the Demon Bikers as they pillage through the town all is quiet in Buffy's grave until a shimmer of light covers her body. Buffy's horrid, dead body soon returns to the lovely Californian Slayer, with her pale features and honey blonde hair. Buffy finally opens her eyes which soon become wild as she starts panicking, as a horrible thought comes into her realization she's entombed, buried alive. She begins to thrash around. Holding the sides of the casket as if they're closing in on her, her mouth widens to emit a scream, but the only sound that escapes is a horrid dry rasp. The confused girl is still pushing and kicking at the side of the coffin gasping for what little stale air might be trapped inside here with her. She frantically claws and pounds at the coffin lid, tearing at the once beautiful white lining. BAM!

Buffy, her knuckles and fingernails now raw and bloody, manages to smash through the coffin lid. Pulling her fist out, dirt begins to stream in. Using all her strength, grunting she pulls down on the splintered wood around the hole she's made, and the dirt stream becomes torrential. She spits and coughs, then, holding her breath, pulls herself up through the opening and starts to dig her way out. A fist punches through, feverishly claws at the ground, then another hand appears, and suddenly Buffy pulls herself up out of her grave, wild-eyed, and gasping for breath.

Moments later Buffy gets to her feet. Dirty, bleeding, leaves in her hair, dirt on her face thoroughly freaked when suddenly something catches her eye. She slowly looks over at it and freezes ... She slowly steps toward the gravestone. Her gravestone. The blonde stares at it, squinting at it with abject horror as she reads what it placed on the horrible object:

BUFFY ANNE SUMMERS

2005

Beloved Sister

Devoted Friend

She Saved the World

A Lot


The streets are seemingly deserted, through shouting, car alarms, and sirens can be heard through the fiery street. Still in her black funeral dress Buffy numbly wanders down the middle of the street, looking around while everything in her point of view looks ugly and alien. A flickering glow appears on her face, getting brighter as she moves closer to it. A Sunnydale police car burns at the side of the road, its tires slashed, windows and taillights broken. Buffy stares, incredulously, at the blazing fire for a beat, almost hypnotized by it, when...

RRROOOAR! Seemingly from nowhere, a hellion, gunning his motorcycle, roars up behind her. Buffy spins around and flinches as he goes by, smashing his beer bottle on the ground at her feet, spraying her with glass and beer. Over her shoulder she watches the Demon Biker make a screeching turn at the corner, disappearing, the sound of his engine fading away. Buffy continues on, silhouetted by the raging fire behind her, utterly confused and disoriented.

Buffy is trudging along on the sidewalk, and looking around trying to get her bearings; then pauses to rest, leaning against a car at the end of a driveway. Suddenly... The car alarm is tripped and blares loudly. As Buffy backs away from the noise, a bright beam porch light comes on. She snaps her eyes shut, trying to blink away the momentary blindness (as it's the first real light to hit her eyes in months). Amid the harsh glare of the porch light, a shapeless form appears in her vision, pointing something at her, though she can't make out what it is.

"What are you doing? Get away from there!" The form says who turns out to be a homeowner skittish and angry, leveling a shotgun at her. "I said, get off my property!" He bellowed louder. Buffy hesitates, shaking her head as if to say she means no harm. Taking it as a refusal to his demand the homeowner "You hear me?!" He says his voice raising several decibels. He swings the gun around and wields it like a club, intending to bash her brains in. "Leave us alone!" Buffy staggers away, the homeowner in the background. "GET OUT OF HERE!"

"Say hello to your new home, boys!" Razor, the leader of the hellions said, his face aglow from reflected flames. Cheering, a demon bikers takes a swig of whiskey then brings a burning torch to his mouth and blows fire high into the air. Roughly about twenty other hellion, are in a convenience store parking lot, swigging beer and whiskey from bottles, whooping it up. They cheer Razor's words and those on bikes gun their engines. All around, fire burns in steel barrels lined about the area. It's all very pagan, savage, post-apocalyptic. "This here is a momentous occasion. The beginning of a new era. Now, no question the open back roads and highways have been good to us, but

we got ourselves a juicy little burg just ripe for picking…"

Back on the street Buffy is still walking numbly in the when she hears-

"And I ain't in no hurry to leave. Are you?"

More cheers and engines gunned from his followers. Buffy glances over at the biker crowd in the parking lot and moves toward it. "So I figured what better way to kick off our semi-settling down than with a little christening …" Mag (second demon in command) ties the end of a chain to the back of a motorcycle. "A symbolic act commemorating the new order around here…" Another horribly disfigured demon helps tie a chain to the back of a cycle facing the opposite direction. "And ridding ourselves of any not so pleasant reminders of the old…" Razor brings up a 38-caliber revolver into view. He loads a bullet as he speaks. "All in one, quick, really REALLY violent, fell swoop…" He slaps the chamber closed.

Buffy approaches from behind, unnoticed by anyone. Her blonde locks covering her face slightly as she tries to understand what is happening. "Gentlemen, start your engines." Razor growls out. The motorcycle with the chain tied to the back gets kick started along with another, and another, and another. Buffy peers through a break in the crowd. She sees something and her eyes widen.

The Buffybot, is standing in the middle of the lot. It's scuffed, clothes are torn... It's been abused. From a few damaged points, errant wires stick out, and a spark or two sputters. It seems confused, though not scared, as each of its limbs is chained to the back of four different motorcycles. Suddenly Razor holds up the revolver and says, "Bye-bye, Slayer."... and fires into the air. All the while a cheeky demonic grin on his face.

The Bikers take off with Buffy watching in absolute horror. At that moment, the Buffybot glances over and sees her. They lock eyes for a moment. The robot's expression is impassive. Buffy's hazel eyes widen in anticipation of what's to come. The Buffybot opens its mouth to say something to Buffy when the chains go taut and the robot is suddenly and really violently, torn apart. Drawn and quartered. Wires sticking out in all directions with the occasional spark. The crowd howls its delight of seeing the "Slayer", protector of the world, defender of the innocent in pieces at their feet. Buffy's face clouds in anguish and terror at seeing her own horrific death. The fear welds up inside her and explodes into a scream of-

"Nooooooooo!" Buffy says, her voice hoarse from months of not being used. The crowd quiets and turns to look at her. Razor scrutinizes her for a moment before finally deciding to have her be, "Another one for the fire, boys. Tear it up!" The biker mob, crazed with bloodlust, rush at Buffy, who is staring back, wide-eyed with fear, and recoiling.

Buffy is terrified, as she runs from the Hellions chasing her - most on foot, some on motorcycles. Two bikers zoom past her, then swerve their bikes around, cutting off her escape. Buffy skids to a halt, than sprints off in another direction, the Hellions on wheels on her tail. Another comes at her, dangling a chain. As it reaches her, the Demon swings the chain, Buffy ducks and the chain wraps around the throat of the Hellion chasing her. Both Bikers fall off their motorcycles.

Buffy tears off down another road with Kyle and Mag on her tail. They gun their engines, converging on her. Buffy makes a dash for a dumpster by an industrial looking building. She leaps onto it, and flips over a fence.

Two people are walking down the road in mid conversation

"Look, we will only drive through this town. I know you wanna find dad as much as I do." said a tall man with mop like brown hair.

"Yeah, but why are we here? Dad's journal said never go to Sunnydale why do I feel like for once you should have listened!?" replied a shorter man with dirty blonde hair and beautiful eyes. "Sunnydale? More like Sunnyhell."

"Dean, can't you just-" the brunet would have finished but suddenly something shadowy jumps out, landing in front of them. "Watch it!"

The shorter of the two ( now known as Dean) raises up his gun instinctively pointing it at the filthy thing in front of them as it rises up in front of them to see Buffy. She looks at them, eyes darting around, feral. Buffy focuses on the duo for a half beat, then suddenly turns and runs away from them. Stunned, the brothers share a look. Then tear after her. They run down the alley, searching.

"Where did-?" Dean's younger brother Sam questions. Dean spies something moving in the far corner.

"Here." They come around a corner to find Buffy at a dead end. She crouches like a caged animal, looking around her. Dean slowly crouches in front of her to keep from scaring her while Sam remains behind him. " I'm Dean and this is my brother Sam. Can you hear me?" he says softly trying not to scare the already frightened girl. Buffy doesn't look or answer though she only searches for some escape. "What's wrong with her?" Dean directs to his brother.

"She's ... she's in shock." Sam replies then pauses for a beat as he examines the girl further and stops at her tattered hands. "Her hands are bleeding. Her fingernails ..."

"And she's filthy." Another beat of tense silence. They're stumped as to what to do. "It's going to be all right. You're safe now." Dean says encouragingly. Buffy seems to peer up at that. Safe was where she was, safe was her Heaven in this Hell. "We'll get you home." Buffy's face goes hard as she's looking past Dean at:

"Yeah..." Razor says menacingly. The others pivot around to see Razor standing behind them, along with six other Hellions. Most armed with chains, bats, pipes. "Welcome home, Slayer. Alive and kicking after all." Buffy peers at the demons through the matted hair hanging in her face. To her, his voice sounds a million miles away. "Well, alive, anyway. Not looking too good though, is she?"

Dean stands from his once crouched position, takes out his gun, and says, "Don't see you winning any beauty contests, unless the Miss My-Face-Fell-off Pageant gets going..." Razor turns to Dean, eyeing him threateningly.

"Nice gun you got there."

"The better to cut you down to size, grandma." During a lot of their conversation Buffy remained uncomprehending, and very distorted

"Now, my boys, see ... that's tricky. They came looking for a massacre."

"You'd be wrong." Sam said steeping forward a feeling of the need to protect the small blonde wash over both brothers but not because it was their job.

"Whoa. I better back off." Razor said, sarcasm filling his words. Knowing that it would be a hard fight for them both and not just because of the huddled blonde, Sam said, "Look. We don't want trouble. And you don't want trouble." But the demons would have none of that.

"Of course we want trouble. We're demons. We're really all about trouble." The leader said.

Razor back hands him in the face. He goes flying back and lands in a clatter pile of trash cans. Dean moves forward but Razor clips him before he can even shoot his gun. Buffy slowly rises during the fight, her Slayer instincts screaming at her to save the people that tried to help her.

"Let me tell you something, children." Razor continues his speech as if he was never interrupted, "We're not gonna fight you. We're just gonna hold you down, enjoy ourselves for a few hours. You might even live through it, 'cept that certain of my boys got some anatomical incompatibilities that, uh, tend to tear up little girls." An evil glint shown through his eyes as he said the last part directed to Buffy. Buffy is slowly moving toward him. Her face getting less confused and more focused. "So, who wants to go first?" He notices Buffy finally, who steps right in front of him. "I was really hoping it'd be you."

He punches her in the face. She takes the blow hard but doesn't so much as rock back. Sam and Dean look on mystified at the tiny girl that could take that huge hit. Buffy looks up at him, feeling the bit of blood on her lip. Buffy's eyes narrow on Razor as long dormant instincts kick in.

Razor takes another swing at Buffy. She blocks it by grabbing his hand in her tiny fist, then cracks him across the jaw. And again. Then slams him in the face with her heel, snapping his head back. Razor hits the ground hard, out cold.

Both groups are stunned, taking in what just happened. The Winchesters look at Buffy who stands over Razor's prone body, breathing hard. After several beats. They share a look, then charge at the beasts. They engage. Dean fires his gun and Sam uses his riffle. Buffy fights ferocity building as she leaps into the fray, taking on most of the Hellions single-handedly.

Most of the Hellions lay dead. As the rest of the boys finish off their opponents, Buffy battles the two remaining Hellions, one armed with a pipe, the other a knife. In mid-tussle, the pipe-wielding Hellion raises his weapon to strike, Buffy grabs the arm of the knife-wielder, snapping it, and manages to jab her attacker, killing him. Sam looks up in time to see Buffy finish off the other Hellion by breaking his neck. As the fighting settles, the boys come towards Buffy, surveying the carnage.

"Well, they wanted a massacre." Dean dead-pans . Sam stares at Buffy, who's looking off.

"We can help you just please come with us." Sam says reassuringly. Buffy's head snaps up to look at him. Buffy backs away slowly. "... whoa, whoa..." Buffy suddenly turns and runs down the alley. "Wait!"

"Where's she going?" Razor's black eyes snap open.

"Should we follow?"

"I don't know Sammy... Yeah let's go..." Unseen by them Razor rises up behind them, looking around at his slain brethren. Razor brings up his fist and the switchblade claws snap open. Sam catches sight of Razor about to strike.

"Dean! Look out!" Dean jumps out of the way, tripping, as Razor swipes at him, missing. Razor glares at Sam then he turns back to Dean and moves in on him. Dean scrambles for his gun and crawls out of reach.

"Now what kind of a Slayer is it runs out on her buddies ... just when they need her most." Then he closes in but Dean raises his gun and kills the once powerful demon.

"Did... did he say Slayer?" Sam questions, awe in his deep voice.

"I think why?" Dean says as they start looking for the girl.

"Dad's journal"

"Wait you mean slayer as in The Slayer?"

"It fits."

"No way. If she was then why the hell was she so...so"

"I don't know. Let's find out"

"Are you forgettin something Sammy? Does Dad ring any bells."

"Yeah we'll maybe a Slayer is what we need."

"You gotta be kidding." Dean looks at Sam an off his stone face adds, "You are joking right?" But Sam does not reply.


Buffy runs breathing hard. She comes to a stop by a spiky wrought iron fence. Then, she hesitates, holding her breath. Something occurs to her or she senses something. She looks off as a thought seeps into her consciousness. As she straightens, about to act on this new idea. A hellion jumps out from the darkness and attacks her.

Buffy wails on him. She jams her foot into his kneecap, smashing it, then slams him down onto the spikes of the iron fence, impaling him. She takes off as the Hellion exhales his last breath and dies.

Buffy stands at the edge of the platform of the tower, looking down. The sky is quiet and still. Buffy quietly remembers what happen on this very spot just months ago.

FLASHBACK

Buffy is atop the platform as a ball of energy spews forth its apocalyptic chaos and noise.

NOW

Buffy registers this flash of another life. The calmness of the night in stark contrast to the faint memory. It's actually the most peaceful of any place she's been this night. She closes her eyes.

FLASHBACK

Buffy, amid the din, turns to face Dawn who looks at her sister, knowing without knowing. "Buffy... no ..." her sister said softly, her voice hoarse from pain, both emotionally and physically.

NOW

Buffy's eyes are still closed. She speaks the words softly of what she said next. The start of speech she thought would be her last. She was happy all her thoughts, tangled and muddled she just wants her peace back. "Dawnie... I have to -"

"You really don't wanna do that."

Her eyes open, surprised to hear another voice that was not her sister's.

Buffy slowly turns around to look at who's behind her. If she recognized the two demon hunters she made no look of recognition appear on her face. The shorter one, Dean speaks again.

"I'm Dean and this is Sam. Remember? We helped you grind the demon's bones to make your bread." He adds the last bit jokingly. The words catch in her throat, as waves of mixed emotions flood her brain: fear, elation, confusion. Buffy turned back around again, to stare into the abyss off the platform.

"Dean go." Sam says and elaborates when he sees the look on his older brother's face. "I can handle this and you're not really a people person. Just wait for me at the bottom, I'll be fine." Once Dean hesitantly nods and walks down the stairs Sam turns back to Buffy who has gotten closer to the edge of the unstable platform.

"No! Don't! Don't jump! Don't move! Just ... walk to me. Please?" Buffy still doesn't move she just looks back and forth from Sam to the edge. Seeing that she isn't moving he slowly starts to walk towards her. Buffy wants to do anything but walk to Sam, the name she now picked up on. She wants to be back, she was happy, at peace, this had to be Hell. She remembers all of her friends, Willow, Xander, Giles, Dawn, Joyce, Angel, Cordelia, Anya, Spike, Riley, Ford, her first watcher and the impact they had on her life and vice versa. She knows it's selfish but she just doesn't want to be here. As Sam inches himself closer, the platform suddenly groans and sways a little under his feet. Sam looks down, and grabs a rail to support himself.

"Or move, but towards me." Buffy doesn't answer him she just continues looking down. Frustrated Sam says, "Talk to me! Say something!"

"Is this hell?" Buffy said in a voice so small, so defeated it broke his heart to know he was so hard on her just moments ago. Even though he heard the sound he couldn't make out the words.

"What?" Buffy turns to face him. Her expression almost childlike in its desire to understand. "Is this hell?" she repeats.

"No. Whatever happened to you... Whatever you've been through... It's-It's over now. My brother and I can help you. You're-" He takes a step toward Buffy. The tower elicits another more pronounced groan "We have to get off this tower."

"It was so clear here., On this spot. I remember how... shiny and clear everything was. But now, now it's ..." Buffy said lost in thought. Buffy closes her eyes again. The screech of grinding metal breaks the silence. Sam looks up to see a steel beam break away from the tower. He holds his breath as it misses him by inches. A large section of the platform breaks away as the grinder slams into it on its descent. If Sam could hear anything over the clank of metal he would have heard his brother call out to him.

Buffy turns to look back as the impact causes the tower to shake violently, and the platform starts to separate from it, banking to the side. Sam is about to slide off. He reaches for a support rail on the tower, but it's too far. Buffy's face fill with clarity. She couldn't die people needed her, maybe she could start over, be Anne again. No, she couldn't maybe she could go with the hunters. In that second her decision made.

"Sam." She whispers very quietly, the name new on her full, pink lips. "Sam!" She runs to Sam transferring the ever-tilting platform. "I'm coming!" Buffy grabs Sam as the platform lurches away further. She looks around and spies a steel cable dangling from a pulley, attached to the side of the tower.

Buffy throws Sam over her shoulder in any other situation this may have looked funny. The tower groans louder as Buffy pushes herself off, diving for the cable. Her hand grabs hold of the cable, and they start to descend. Rapidly. Due to the friction of the cable being pulled through the pulley it begins to smoke. The speed increasing, Buffy looks around for something to slow their descent. She glances down and sees the ground coming up to greet them.

The pulley is very hot now, the smoke billowing from it. A bolt, attaching it to the tower. Pops. Then another. On the tower, the platform finally tears away from it. The heat on the pulley causes the cable to seize up. Buffy and Sam are surprised at the sudden stoppage jerking them off the line and they fall, twenty or so feet.

They fall on the ground hard with Buffy taking most of the impact. Buffy is winded and coughing when she suddenly looks straight up and her eyes go wide. She sees the platform hurtling right at them. Buffy rolls over, grabs a dazed San and they scramble out of the way as the platform slams to the ground. Dean sees his brother is okay, and together The Slayer and the Winchesters run outside of the fence encircling the construction site. The platform can be heard crashing down, its metal and concrete screaming, kicking up a thick cloud of dirt and debris. As it starts to clear, as everything appears to be safe and everyone. Buffy sits against the fence, exhausted, spent. She closes her eyes.

"Are you okay... what's your name?" Sam asks wanting to know the name of his savior. Buffy's eyes open and go to the two brothers who are watching her curiously.

"I'm... I'm fine" Buffy says and averts her eyes. After a beat she adds," Buffy... my name... it's Buffy."

"We want to bring you to our motel. Just to clean you up." Dean elaborates. But Buffy just has an impassive face.

"Let's go." And together the three get into the Impala, none knowing they just made the greatest choice of their live. That day they didn't know they just met their next ally, friend, and lover all in the form of Buffy Summers.

In the backseat of the Impala, the beautiful Slayer rested her head on the window while Dean's music poured from the speakers. To him the lyrics were meaningful but to her all it was, was a muffled noise. Buffy thought about her once peaceful paradise that was ripped away from her friends. She didn't know how she knew that but she did. Millions of thoughts floated through her mind. Some jokingly like 'what birthday do I celebrate now?' and others more serious like' where do I go from here?' Before she knew it she arrived at the motel and was having Sam help her into the suite.

"You can go take a shower while I wash your clothes. Alright." Sam said as he left her the bathroom. Buffy took off her black funeral dress, happy to have the itchy garment off. Once in the shower the Slayer pulled back the curtain and wept quietly. A soft knock came from the door but was unheard by Buffy who was too lost in her sorrows. Once the door opened Sam awkwardly placed a tee shirt and boxers on the floor.

"I brought you clothes. Umm.. are... are you alright." Buffy sniffed "I'll be fine." Sam left, even though he knew that was far from the truth.

Once her shower was finished Buffy walked out of the small bathroom and saw Dean laying on the bed, looking at her.

"Hey. Sam went to get ya some food." Dean said, unaware of what to say or do. Buffy nodded and sat down at the edge of Sam's bed. Dean got up from the blood red sheets, grabbed bandages, disinfectant, and sat down next to her. Her green eyes meet his as he wrapped her hands carefully an never breaking eye contact. The door suddenly opened to show Sam carrying three coffees and some snacks and the eye contact was broken. Not wanting to be rude, Buffy ate the food even though food was far from important at the time. The snacks tasted bland, boring, even horrid to the blonde beauty but she continued to eat. After a long silence due to their eating Buffy broke it by saying," I guess you want to know what happened."

"That would be nice. We already know you're The Slayer." Sam said curios at what could make the young warrior act this way.

"It's a long story." Buffy replied looking at her feet.

"We got time." Dean said for he too was wondering what happened to her. " Well, it all started with my sister..." Buffy said as she started her tale. She told them almost everything that happened in the last year, she didn't know why she trusted them like she did but she didn't want to dwell on that now. She told them about her key sister, her mom's death, her noble sacrifice, and waking up in her coffin. She even gave them the cliff notes version of what happened to her in previous years. The only thing she excludes is her time in heaven, Angel, and a few others things that she swore to never tell any living soul. When she was finished both boys looked stunned.

"Wow. And I thought I had a bad week." Dean says numbly.

"So what do you guys do? Move from town to town every few days?"

"Pretty much. Were hunters." Sam says.

"I want in."

"What?"

"I can't stay here anymore and I can help you guys."

"You? How?" Dean says in disbelief. Yeah, Sam brought up the idea but he never thought it would happen.

"Hello. Slayer comma The. I could kick your ass to next week." Buffy clarified, some of her old humor resurfacing.

"Are you sure?" Sam asks.

"Positive. Just let me sneak in my house, get some clothes."

"You don't want to see your friends, family?"

"It would only make this harder." A slight nod from the boys indicated they understood.


A few hours later Buffy, Sam, and Dean sat in the back of the Impala. Buffy's duffle in the trunk full of weapons and clothes. Dean's music blared loudly in the background. Buffy laid down in the back seat while Sam slept in the front and Dean drove. They were on their way to some place the brother's dad sent them. Somewhere called Blackwater Ridge.

To Be Continued...

A/N: So what you think? Good, bad, did you even read this? I have the next chapter typed but I want to see if any one actually reads this so please leave a comment and hopefully I will have some readers. I plan to do the entire season and maybe more if people read the story so wish me luck : )