Head First

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke

Summary: After a rendezvous in Los Angeles, Dean discovers something that will forever change his life… A daughter…

Spoilers: Post "Chosen" and before the season of Supernatural!

Authors Notes: I know that Buffy ended in 2003, but for the story to work, I need the show to have ended in 2002, so yea, Chosen took place in May of '02 now!

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Long Story Short

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Hyperion Hotel- Los Angeles 2002

"Get that thing out of my face before I rip it off," Buffy growled at the naked form that stood before her.

"You almost ripped it off last night with your mouth," the man muttered under his breath, not aware of the fact that Buffy could hear him.

She counted to ten, ever so slowly, before sitting up on the bed, the sheets sticking to her body. Buffy took in her surroundings, the large room that had been her home for the past few months after the collapse of the Hellmouth. She regretted the bright colors which were aiding in the pain of her hangover.

Whatever happened to not drinking ever again? Or at least, not a lot of it?

"What exactly happened?" Buffy asked the man, who's name was forgotten.

"Long story short, we were both pretty much drunk and obviously you couldn't take your eyes off of me," the man smirked. "And here we are."

"Anyone ever tell you that you're full of yourself?"

"Plenty, but I choose to ignore it."

There was that smirk again. And that's when the memories of the past night came flooding back to Buffy. Yes, she was drunk, but not stupid drunk. It was all his fault, with his bright smile, hard abs, and perfect ass.

'Don't look any further,' Buffy told herself. She had already met the little guy last night and didn't need another visual of him.

"I'm up here," he laughed as he noticed Buffy's gaze resting on his midsection.

"Can we just forget what I just did?" Buffy smiled innocently.

"Nope, but I do have that affect on women."

"Stop smirking!" Buffy yelled in frustration. "Or I'll do something of the harming nature."

"Says the woman who is naked with no available clothes," he deadpanned while holding up Buffy's clothing.

"And why aren't you wearing any?" Buffy asked as he handed her his clothes.

"Well, I would, but you, with your short self, ripped them to pieces."

"Oh. Well, Xander may have some clothes that you could wear," Buffy stopped herself at the mention of the Scooby Gang.

How would her friends handle this? It was their fault she was in this mess! They said she needed a break from delegating all of the potential turned slayers. They forced her to go out and relax. And she did, three times…

"Scared someone is going to see you with a man?" he smirked again.

"Listen, you, I have nothing to be scared of. I just don't want any yelling at this early hour."

"Dean."

"What?" Buffy was caught off guard.

"I'm more than just 'you.' My name is Dean, Dean Winchester," he offered her his hand.

"Buffy Summers," she shook his hand. "And I don't know what you expected from last night, but I really don't have time for a relationship."

Which was true. Slayer and friends were a good thing to have, but slayer and boyfriend, not so much. And she really didn't need a boyfriend she would have to worry about because he was a human. It took too much time to explain the supernatural, anyway.

"Same here, I don't even live in Los Angeles," Dean nodded. He was only here to rest before he continued up to Stanford to check on Sammy. He knew his brother wanted to be away from the hunting, preferring to go to college at Stanford, but that wouldn't stop Dean from visiting and watching him from afar. He still needed his older brother's protection, even if Sammy wouldn't admit it.

"Good, it's settled, this was drunken, meaningless sex," Buffy summed up the previous night.

"Right, I should probably go then, but I need those clothes."

Dean turned away from Buffy as she dressed herself. She walked to the door of her room, opened it slightly, and stuck her head out into the hall. The coast was clear as Buffy walked as quickly and calmly as she could to Xander's room.

She knocked once, then twice. Upon hearing no grunts or spoke words, Buffy opened the door and walked inside. On the bed was lump, more than likely Xander. He was probably sore from patrolling with the newbie slayers.

She went to his closet, picking out clothes Xander wouldn't miss. Which meant she was leaving the Hawaiian shirts behind and settling for the sweat pants and shirt.

"Develop an interest in my fashion sense?" Xander yawned from his bed.

Buffy nearly jumped through the ceiling. "No, I just needed some clothes of yours for a project."

"Would that project involve the man you brought home last night?" Xander smirked.

"I've had enough smirking today, but yes," Buffy sighed.

"Don't worry, no one knows, except Willow, but she's tough when she wants answers," Xander whined as he rubbed the bruise from Willow's pinching.

"He's leaving and we'll never see him again, so let's forget about this ever happening, okay?" Buffy's eyes flashed in anger.

"Of course," Xander gulped. "This is all a dream."

"You bet it is," Buffy said as she walked from his room.

She walked back to her room, thankful that no one was in the hall again. She could hide from the rest of the inhabitants of the Hyperion, but not Angel and newly resurrected Spike. They'd smell Dean on her a mile away.

And that would lead to dismemberment.

"Just because you have no clothes doesn't mean you can just sit there uncovered," Buffy said as she threw the clothes at Dean.

"You don't like me nude?" Dean asked as he sprawled out on the bed.

"No," Buffy lied. "You have to leave now before someone finds you."

"Fine," Dean said as he pulled the pants on. "But you owe me underwear."

"I'll mail you briefs," Buffy said rolling her eyes.

"Briefs couldn't contain this," Dean gestured to himself.

"Get your mind out of the gutter and get out!" Buffy yelled.

"You know you love it," Dean smirked once more as he walked out of the room. He kissed Buffy on the cheek, who almost melted, but kept her composure. "See you never, I guess."

'Damn that body,' Buffy mentally slapped herself.

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And here we go again… Another Buffy/Supernatural! The next chapter will be the day after this chapter, Buffy's POV… Then chapter three will be Dean's POV… After that, to the future… 2006... Or is it present?

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