Disclaimer: I own nothing. Characters are all courtesy of Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke.

Sunnydale, California

Sam and Dean Winchester rolled into town on a mission. Of course. It seemed that lately the boys couldn't catch a break when it came to the evils of the world. At just past two in the morning, the brothers ached to find an adequate hotel and get a few hours sleep. As Sam stared out his window, he couldn't help but notice the normalcy the city seemed to be made of. Mostly residential, the only sign of a past disturbance he could see was the charred remains of what appeared to be a school. Despite the fact that little effort appeared to have been made to clean up the mess, research he had done earlier in the day claimed the explosion had taken place over a year ago.

"Sam? Sam! Where you at, man?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry. What were you saying?"

"I was saying that we should blow out of this town and hit up Las Vegas. Nevada's only one state over. Booze, babes and a chance to get us some honest money for once."

This last statement was met with a raised eyebrow from Sam. "Okay, maybe not honest money, but better – not to mention safer – than hustling. And who knows, maybe we could even catch a show or something. You know, something to satisfy your nerdish needs."

"Dean, as good as that sounds, you know we have a job to do here."

"Yeah, well, can't hurt a guy from trying."

In fact, the two had gotten a call from family friend and fellow hunter Bobby Singer three days ago. Normally any supernatural activity in that area tended to solve itself, but over the past few months things seemed to be picking up pace and while Bobby had assured the two that it was probably nothing, he had wanted them to spend a night or two looking around to be sure.

Suddenly, Dean let out a whistle which could mean only one thing: he had spotted a girl. "Sam, check it out. Blonde. Not only that, a California blonde. You know what that means."

"Actually, I don't. What I want to know is why she's out here so late. It's not safe for a woman anywhere but in Sunnydale? Even at a subconscious level people have to have noticed something. We should say something."

"What a good idea. The two of us will approach this woman on a deserted street in the middle of the night. While we're at it, maybe we can offer her some candy to get her in our car. The only thing talking to her is going to accomplish is getting us arrested. And we should try to avoid that after last time."

"Fine, but we at least have to watch her. Make sure she gets home safe."

Abruptly, Dean straightened in his seat. "I don't think we're the only ones contemplating her safety anymore."

To their left, about 200 feet behind the woman was a man approaching her at a quick pace.

"Dean, this doesn't feel right. She has no idea he's there."

At that moment, the man walked under a street light and the Winchesters were treated to a well-lit view of him. After seeing his face, it was quickly apparent that they weren't dealing with any ordinary man.

"Dean, did you—"

"Yeah, I saw. Come on, Sam. Let's take care of this so we can find a place to sleep."

As they opened their car doors, the vampire closed in on the last few steps between himself and the woman.

"Sam, let's go!"

The two took off across the street as the dead man laid his hand upon the woman's shoulder. Immediately, the woman grabbed hold of his wrist and spun around to face him, flipping him to the ground in the process. Before Dean could so much as take in the breath to yell at her to run, the man was gone. The woman was left standing above a pile of dust, staring at the two strangers running towards her. Standing at a height just slightly below that of Dean, she wore dark, tight-fitting jeans and a white T-shirt covered mostly by a leather jacket. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, leaving her surprised face exposed. It was clear that while she was prepared for an attack, she hadn't been expecting spectators.

"Ummm…wow, so, how to explain this…"

She didn't have to; Dean stepped in with a more than awed tone to his voice. "You just staked a vampire."

"Wow! We have a winner. Let me guess, you don't look much like the reading-type so I'm gonna guess scary film buff."

Sam, completely oblivious to her sarcasm, just stared at her intently. "Ma'am, what you just did, it was incredible. How…how did you do that?"

"I think a more important question is why she was carrying a wooden stake."

"Listen, you guys. I'm not a superhero or anything if that's what you're thinking. Now, why don't you just get back into your car and forget what you just saw."

"Well, haha, I'm not much of one for reading all the comics like my brother here, but I know enough to know that you're no damsel in distress. Now, you axed that vamp so I've gotta assume you're on our side here but if I'm wrong, please feel free to speak up now."

"You guys wanna know who I am? I'm the slayer. Now I suggest you both get back in your car and hightail it out of here before what you just saw starts to look like a day at Disneyland."

This is my first crossover so I hope you guys are enjoying it so far. I love reading comments and any ideas anyone has to improve the story so let 'em flow. I'll try to have the next chapter posted within the next week.