This story was worked on with another author (there's a link to her page on my profile. I'd read her work. It's good), and we don't own anything from either Supernatural or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. All credit goes to the owners and creators of the shows.

"You sure? I mean it's not much, yeah I know we've gone for less, look, ok, alright, soon as Sammy comes back we'll head up there. Yes I will, look Bobby I'm not, great now I'm mentally scarred."

Dean sighed; he had a long drive ahead of him and had only just gotten over his last long drive. And where the hell was Sunnydale anyway?

He walked over to his motel bed and grabbed his bag from under his bed, grabbing his shotgun and knife from under the pillow as well.

Once he was finished packing he thought about doing Sam's luggage but just as he was about to get Sam's bag from the bed his brother walked in through the door of the motel.

"Where've you been then?" Dean asked.

"Getting a soda, tried looking for pie but the shop didn't do them."

Dean smiled. Sam knew he loved pie and was going to buy it for him had there been some at the shop, what a great brother he had, with all of the hunting for Lilith they had been doing, he hadn't really had time for pie recently. He missed pie.

"Well anyway, Bobby called, we gotta job."

"Where?" Sam asked as he started packing his bag.

"Somewhere called Sunnydale," Dean said.

"You're kidding right?" Sam asked incredulously.

"Why?"

"Because that town has a high concentration of demonic energy, it's in California."

"Wow, Bobby was right, seems like it's the right town for a seal."

"Dean."

Dean turned around to see Castiel standing behind him.

"Shit, Cas," he said before noticing the proximity of himself and Cas.

"Yeah, uh Cas?"

"Yes Dean."

"Personal space."

"Oh right sorry" Castiel replied before taking a step back.

"What did you want anyway Cas?"

"I came to inform you that there is a seal being broken in Sunnydale, and you need to speak to a woman called Buffy Ann Summers about recent attacks".

"Seriously, her name is Buffy? Cool," Dean said to Castiel but as he looked up Cas had already gone. "Dammit Cas," he cursed.

"Right we should start getting on the road now Dean," Sam said once he'd finished packing.

"Ok," Dean replied before walking out of the motel door and straight towards his beloved Impala. He opened the boot of the Chevy and waited until Sam had put his bag in before saying "I fancy a bit of Def Leppard, or maybe some AC/DC. What do you think Sam?"

Sam was astonished; Dean never let him choose one of Dean's artists to listen to. Since he was quite fond of AC/DC he chose that and for the first hour of the drive to California they listened to a mixture of AC/DC songs, including; Thunderstruck and Hell's Bells.

The Magic Box, Sunnydale, California

The air was thick with heat as Buffy Summers walked into the Magic Box, the shop owned by Rupert Giles. Buffy's friends, Willow, Tara, Xander and Anya were all sat at the table opposite the cash register, looking through Giles' collection of books filled with information on demons and vampires. They were looking for a demon that could kill in daylight, and needed to feed often. In the last week there had been five murders, all in the exact same way. If the murders had been at night, then Buffy would have thought it could be a nest of vampires, but vampires tend to get dusty in the sun.

"Have you found anything?" Buffy asked, sitting at the table beside Xander.

"Nothing yet," Willow said. "But I'm sure we're close to finding something."

Giles walked into the shop from the back room, which was used as a training room for Buffy.

"Giles, are you sure you don't know of any demons like this?" Buffy asked.

"Yes, positive. But I'm sure we'll find something of use."

The bell above the door to the shop rang and two men walked inside.