Title: Waiting
Summary: Dean meets up with a ghost
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, God does. And by God I, of course, mean Joss Whedon. I also don't own the characters from Supernatural.
---------------------
Dean entered the library of the old broken down closed off high school. There had been reports of kids going in and coming out covered in burn marks, screaming about a ghost. Dean and Sam had found newspaper articles about a teacher who had been killed by some kids right before the school was closed down. The newspaper said the teacher was never buried, so they assumed she was still at the school. The only problem was they had no idea where.
-
Tara was sitting on top of a table with her head resting on her knees, staring off into nothing. Tara jumped slightly and managed to not fall off the table when Dean slammed the door open.
Dean pointed the gun at the woman he saw sitting on the table. Then he lowered his gun as he looked her over. She had light brown hair and was curvy as well as willowy. She was wearing a long sleeve white shirt and a flowing skirt. Dean stared at her for half a minute before he remembered there was a harmful spirit in the building. "Hey you need to get out of here." Dean grabbed Tara's arm to pull her off the table.
Tara gave a surprised squeak at Dean grabbing her. She lost her concentration and fell through the table. Dean quickly backed up and pointed his gun at Tara's chest. "I only fell through a table that's no reason to point a gun at me." Tara said as she stood up and side stepped so the she was no longer in the table.
Dean being as articulate as he is, replied, "Huh?"
"You might want to leave. This isn't exactly a nice place." Tara said.
"Uh yea I know." Dean said slowly regaining his composure.
Suddenly there was a loud screech; a bloody woman came flying in screaming at the top of her nonexistent lungs. Dean attempted to fire his gun but the screaming banshee woman knocked it out of his hands.
"Be gone!" Tara shouted. The woman gave another screech and then she disappeared.
"Whoa," Dean looked back at Tara. "how did you do that?"
Tara slowly got back on top of the table, trying to concentrate so she wouldn't fall through. "She's not gone for good. It's only temporary you know." Tara hugged her knees to her chest and laid her head down atop them.
Dean's phone rang just as an ungodly scream rang through the building. "Yea Sam," Dean answered his phone. "You got her. Great. I'll meet you out front in a few." Dean put his phone back in his pocket. He looked at Tara. "I didn't really need your help back there I could have handled it." Dean paused when Tara raised her head to look at him. "Thanks anyway though." Tara smiled at him. "Why are you here?" Dean asked.
"Waiting." Tara answered.
"For who?" Dean moved a little closer to Tara.
"My other half, my Willow." Tara whispered.
"Do you want help maybe I could—" Dean began.
Tara shook her head, "She'll come when the battle is over."
"If you're sure?" Dean wondered.
Tara nodded, "Go hunt. I'll be fine."
Dean started to walk to the door. He glanced back at Tara. She, once again, had her head resting on her knees and was gazing at nothing. Dean shook his head and continued to walk out of the school.
"You okay, Dean?" Sam asked as Dean approached the car.
"Yeah." Dean got into the driver's seat. Sam got into the car as well. "I read about something in Massachusetts. You wanna go?"
"Yea let's go." Sam said as Dean started the car. "Cleveland creeps me out." Sam muttered as Dean drove away.
---
end