A/N: Finally dusting this old story off. I started it over a year ago, but a bad case of writer's block mixed with my inexperience as a writer back then made me shelve it. Now I'm back and ready to give it another shot. Specific portions of the story have been changed from the way they were originally. The time line is Season 7 for Smallville after the episode "Siren" and Season 3 after the episode "Sin City" for Supernatural. The Buffy Element of the story will be introduced at the end of the first arc of the story.

Club Atlantis. The music was pumping, the people were partying, and the lights were flashing. It could be overwhelming to some, but 20 year old Emma Rivers was completely in her element. She sat at the bar with her legs crossed eyeing the crowd. Most of the guys here were either tools, screw ups, or could never hold down their liquor. During her past few years of being a regular here she had seen over 200 guys throw up as a result of the liquor they drank. Some threw up on the people they were dancing with as a matter of fact.

"YOU ASS-HOLE! MY DRESS!" She heard a girl screech. Better make that 201 guys.

"What's a hot and sexy girl like you doing sitting by herself?" a voice behind her asked. She spun around in her bar stool to lock eyes with what she would probably describe as the hottest guy she ever laid eyes on.

"Maybe I'm just waiting for the right guy," She replied eyeing him lustfully. "I'm Emma."

"Nice name. People here call me Kal," The guy replied giving her a dangerous smile.

"So Kal. A guy like you must have a girlfriend," She guessed.

"Actually," He began while leaning towards her and winking. "I don't."

30 minutes later

"Oh my God. Ohhhh my God," She breathed out; her hands running through his dark hair. He had her pinned to the bed; lips attacking her nips at such an incredible speed, that she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold it all in. His hands were all over her. Exploring every inch of her until he reached her...

"AHHH!" She screamed. The pleasure mounting, her legs wrapped across his waist to bring him closer to her. She pulled his head down to meet her own and smashed her lips against his; tongues battling for dominance. Neither one giving in to the either. Her nails were digging into his back. One of his hands began to caress her left breast while his other was continuing its rapid work on her… "OH MY GOD!" She arched her back as she neared her climax and he was using only his fingers for crying out loud! Just when she was getting ready to arrive, he stopped.

"mmmmmmmmhhhmmmmmmm….Why…why are you stopping?" She breathlessly asked; hands roaming over his back. He looked down at her with a devastatingly evil smile. His eyes flashed bright red for a moment. Emma's expression turned from a flushed ravaged expression to pure horror and her cries of pleasure turned to screams of terror which echoed throughout her apartment.

Dean sat uncomfortably in his seat while munching down on a hamburger. It had been a few days since Sam shot the Crossroads Demon, which didn't free him from his deal. Dean would never tell Sam, but he was scared, terrified even, of being sent to hell. Of course the only bright side to Sam offing the demon was that now they could look for a way out of the deal without the Crossroads Demon offing Sam. All they have to do now is find the demon that holds his contract. "Oh this is going to be fun," Dean thought to himself in a hopeless manner. Just then Sam came walking into the boys' messy motel room just hanging up his cell phone. He was about to tell Dean something when he cut him off asking…

"Where's the pie Sam?"

"What?" Sam asked.

"You were supposed to go to the local Diner and get me some freaking PIE!"

"Ohhh. That pie." Sam said with a nervous look on his face.

"Sammy, have you ever once ever remembered the pie?" Dean asked with an annoyed look on his face.

"Ummm…" Sam started.

"Let me answer my own question by saying, NO. Every time there is always some ridiculous problem. The first time you got hungry on the way back. The second time you claimed the pie was food poisoning waiting to happen, all because the Diner had several health violations. And don't even get me started on the whole "Oh the pie was haunted" excuse.

"Dean?"

"What!"

BAM.

Sam had drawn back his fist and punched Dean across the jaw.

"What did you do that for!" Dean asked rubbing his jaw.

"Now that I have your attention Dean we have a new case."

"We do?" Dean asked as he continued to rub his throbbing jaw.

"Yeah that was Bobby that just called me. He says he's found a hunt for us in a town called Metropolis."

Dean suddenly choked on his burger at the mention of that name.

"Dean, are you ok?" Sam asked concerned.

"Yeah Sam it's just that. Ohhh man. That burger went right through me," Dean said as he rushed to the bathroom.

"Make sure you flush this time!" Sam called out remembering what happened the last time Dean had a Mondo Deluxe hamburger with everything (and they meant everything) on it. The smell was so bad they had to seal off that section of the motel.

Once inside the bathroom Dean splashed some cold water on his face as he panicked about returning to Metropolis. Especially after everything he had done in the past. Sure it was a big city, but what if someone recognized him? After a suitable amount of time had passed Dean exited the bathroom and saw that Sam had already packed and loaded everything in the Impala. He walked over to the stairs and saw Sam waiting for him.

"Hey Dean be careful on those stairs. They're kind of bad." Sam cautioned.

"Ok Sam. I'll be right there," Dean called out. He walked back into the room and took a deep breath hoping that no one would recognize him. It had been almost three years. He then walked to the stairs, but was so focused on thoughts concerning being noticed that he failed to notice the bad step and went careening down the stairs.

"Dean!" Sam shouted as he ran to his brother's side. "Are you ok?"

"Do I look ok?" Dean asked sarcastically with a look of pain on his face.

The Hospital

"So how bad is it Doc?" Dean asked sitting on the hospital bed with his broken leg.

"The damage isn't too bad," the doctor replied. "You should recover in a couple of weeks."

"Weeks!" Sam and Dean said in unison as the doctor left the room.

"I guess I'll have to go it alone," Sam stated.

"Ok fine Sammy. But if I find so much as one scratch on the Impala when you get back…"

"Relax Dean," Sam interrupted. "I'll take good care of your baby." He joked while exiting the room and driving off in the Impala. Dean breathed a sigh of relief as Sam drove off. He won't have to face the people he knew in Metropolis or Smallville after all. But what exactly is he going to do for fun while he's stuck in this hospital? Dean was broken out of his train of thought by the sound of his door opening.

"Hello Dean. My name is Kaitlin and I will be your nurse for today."

A lust filled smile appeared on Dean's face. "Looks like I've found what I'm going to be doing for fun," Dean naughtily thought.

Metropolis

After about an hour's drive Sam arrived in Metropolis. For his first week there Sam had luck that was as good as Dean's GPA at school, which was nonexistent so that's really bad. Metropolis was a pretty big city to cover. He searched through a few old buildings and even tried the Luthor Corp. building, but still came up short. All the victims were the same. They were women in their early twenties; all found burned alive. "Maybe, I'll have better luck here," Sam nonchalantly thought entering another building.

Chloe Sullivan sat in the hidden room of the Isis Foundation typing furiously away at the computer. There had been a recent string of weird murders (well weirder than usual) in the past few weeks and she was trying to find some way of connecting the killings together.

"Hello?" Sam's voice caught Chloe's attention and she ran out of and sealed the hidden room just as he entered the main office.

"Sorry we're closed," she apologized.

"I'm not here for that," Sam explained. "Agent Padelecki; FBI," he introduced himself flashing her badge. "I'd like to ask you a few questions."

"About what?" Chloe asked taking a seat while looking at the supposed agent suspiciously.

"As you probably know there has been a recent string of murders breaking out across Metropolis."

"And it's taken 10 dead bodies for you people to notice?" Chloe sternly asked crossing her arms.

Sam narrowed his eyes for a brief moment before sighing and continuing. "My apologies Ms…"

"Sullivan. Chloe Sullivan."

"Well Ms. Sullivan, you know what they say; better late than never right? All I want is some information."

"I'm listening," She responded sounding a bit more relaxed this time.

"Over the past week have you noticed anything unusual or out of the ordinary."

Chloe nearly started to laugh. "If you ever looked up this city in a dictionary its definition would be 'unusual and out of the ordinary.' And don't even get me started on Smallville." Sam was about to ask about Smallville, but decided to keep focused. "If you wanted to check any place you might want to try Club Atlantis. I've been doing some digging of my own and it seems all of the victims had been there the night before they were found dead."

Sam smiled. "Thank you for your time," he thanked and exited the building. A suspicious looked graced Chloe's face and she reopened the hidden room. Accessing the Isis security cameras she began to run face recognition through the computer to see if this man was who he claimed to be.

The light of the full moon shined down on Club Atlantis. It had only opened 15 minutes ago, but already there was an enormous line. Like that was going to stop Sam Winchester. He walked up to the front of the line and was naturally stopped by the doorman.

"Are you on the list?" He asked.

"No, but," Sam reached into his wallet, pulled out a hundred dollar bill, and handed it to the doorman. "I think you know the rest." The doorman shrugged and let Sam walk right in. Club Atlantis was a pretty lively place. Every where he looked Sam saw people drinking, making out, or grinding each other on the dance floor.

"This is going to be harder than I thought," Sam mumbled to himself. Someone roughly bumped into Sam breaking him from his thoughts. He turned around and saw a menacing man dressed in a black shirt, black pants, and leather jacket staring back at him. He turned away from Sam when a girl ran up to him and grabbed his arm.

"Hey Kal! Let's dance!" She said pulling the guy onto the dance floor. Sam pulled back his jacket; revealing the Colt safely tucked away in his pocket.

A/N: So what did you think of this first chapter? I'm sorry if my use of Chloe might not have been good and if the conversation between her and Sam didn't flow so well.