Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. All characters are owned by Joss Whedon, or Eric Kripke. This is just for fun only.

About: Dean and Sam Winchester have been searching for weeks for a demon that is eating its victims. Sam inquires in the help of Buffy Summers, to help them with their search.

But what happens when Sam goes missing? Dean and Buffy must face the awful truth of the apocalyptic future.

With a few familiar faces along the way, this is a Supernatural and Buffyverse crossover.

Rating: M – Only because I'm not sure how gory and sexy I want it to be. Subject to change.

Pairings: Buffy/Dean

Hunters meet Slayer

Dean swooped up his leather jacket from the back of the motel chair. "So, we are meeting up with a girl named Buffy?" Dean laughed to himself "Buffy, I mean come 'on what kind of name is that?"

Sam closed his laptop, and slid it under the motel bed. "It is a little unusual, but she can be a great help for the latest problem we are having. After all she is a Slayer."

Dean scrunched up his face. "A Slayer, Sam, you know Slayers don't exist right?"

Sam shook his head ignored Dean's comment and headed out the Impala.

"Where are we meeting her then, this Slayer?" Dean locked the motel door, and pulled out the car key from his leather jacket.

"Slayer's are real Dean, and we are meeting her at the local diner."

Dean laughed. "Slayer's are real. You do make me laugh."

Dean started the ignition and drove to the diner. "What does she have that we don't?"

"She is just a fresh pair of eyes, we need some help. Bobby is on vacation and he told me to ring this number."

Sam pulled out the crumpled piece of paper from his jacket pocket. Sam was worried about Bobby; he furrowed his brow and placed the note back into his pocket. The boys haven't been able to reach Bobby for a month now, and he had become unusually distant lately, which wasn't strange for Bobby, but there was something unspoken that Sam saw.

"What does this girl look like?"

"I'm not too sure..." Sam's voice trailed off.

Dean glared at Sam waiting for his brother to finish his sentence. "You're not sure? How in the hell are we meant to know who she is then?" Dean saw the worry on Sam's face and changed the tone of his voice, knowing his brother needed his support. "Bobby will be alright, you know he needs time away from the hunting business." Dean almost believed his own lie. He was worried about Bobby as well.

Sam acknowledged his comment, but wanted to change the subject. "She said she will know who we are."

Dean grimaced; he knew his brother was holding back his fears. It was his best trick, but he couldn't fool Dean, but this time he would leave Sam to tell him in time.

He smiled at his brother and turned up the volume on the radio. He bopped his head to the beat, and drummed the steering wheel.

"Look, there's some pie!" Dean nudged Sam when he spotted a cherry pie on the counter. He licked his lips in temptation. His eyes widened, and he went towards the counter. Dean picked up a slice from the tray, and handed $1 to the cashier. She offered to give him a plate, but Dean rushed back to his brother's side and didn't hear her. "This pie is delicious." Dean took another bite from the slice of pie as he headed back to Sam. The jam was dripping on to the diner floor, but Dean was far too indulged in the pie to care. He smiled at Sam.

"I don't see why, you don't have a plate."

Dean shrugged. "I was hungry."

"Now, where is this Buffy girl?"

Sam had been wondering the same thing, but since he didn't have a face to the name, he waited to be approached.

"Are you Sam and Dean?" A man in his early 50's approached the brother's.

Sam took his hand, and nodded. "I'm Sam, and this is my brother Dean."

Dean took his pie away from his mouth. "And who might you be?"

Giles was confused by Dean's rude manner. "I'm Giles. Buffy asked me to meet you two here. She is pretty busy at the moment, but she will be here soon." He smiled gently back at Sam. "It's nice to meet John Winchester's boys."

"I knew this Slayer was a fake. She even got this old British dude who looks like he has never fought a day in his life to put us off asking her for help." Dean snorted and looked Giles up and down.

"Excuse me?" Giles took off his glasses, and pinched his forehead looking for the words to respond to Dean's insult.

"I'm sorry -" Sam punched his brother in his left arm, and Dean let out a grunting sound. "- Dean is very skeptic about the idea of Slayers being real."

"I know they don't exist, I'm not skeptic, I know."

Sam was ashamed by his brother's behavior and asked Giles to sit in one of the booths so they could talk about the recent incidents. Dean ignored Sam's gesture to sit down beside him, and went back to the counter to see if they had any pie left.

"I thought you hunters would be on a better diet."

A short blonde woman sat on one of the bar stools looked up at Dean.