Author's Note: This is set about a year after what will be the end of Supernatural's first season. Back-story later on will fill you on what happened in my 'verse. About the whole Buffy timeframe, let's just say after 'Chosen' and 'Not Fade Away'. Spike came back to Buffy and now they are all in Cleveland.

Disclaimer: Not mine don't own any of them. Oh, but if I did!

Chapter 1

"Andrew! I told you to get off that damn Internet an hour ago! It's your turn to do the dishes and if I find dirty dishes in the morning again, it's going to be your ass!" Buffy yelled down the stairs into Andrew's Palace of Solitude, or whatever he liked to call it.

Andrew frowned and hunched his shoulders, "I'm writing my blog," he whined, "and Spike was on the Internet all day looking at porn!"

Buffy glared at Spike who was sitting at the kitchen island drinking his last cup of blood for the night. "Jus' lookin' pet. Can't blame a man for that."

Faith snorted as she passed by, "You'd be surprised at the things B can blame you for."

Buffy shot another glare at the dark haired slayer, "Let's not do the whole 'cause murdering is bad thing' again. It's getting old."

"Yeah, and not funny anymore. Redeemed, I say again." Faith threw up her hands and headed upstairs for her bunk.

Buffy turned back to the door of the firehouse basement, "Ten minutes, then I want this kitchen clean!" She shut the door and turned to look at the vampire sitting in the kitchen, trying to look innocent.

Spike tilted his head and gave his slayer his most seductive look, "Come now luv, you know you're the only one for me."

Buffy fought a small inner battle and lost spectacularly just like she always did, "Come on, let's go to bed. You can make it up to me."

Andrew waited till he heard the footsteps fade away and then got back to writing his blog for the day on the website he created about the slayer and her crew. Willow had helped a bit and made him promise not to use any names to keep everyone safe and not think that they were crazy.

That was his job in the insane little bunch of Hellmouth guardians. To maintain the website and try to filter the crazies from actual slayers without a watcher or sights of unnatural creatures and whatnot. The job was harder than it looked and usually he just ended up webcaming with D&D players.

Somewhere in Indiana...

Sam took a bite of his turkey club and scrolled through the search results on his laptop.

"You know, this is a pretty damn good burger, you'd never know by the look of this place." Dean said while chewing said burger.

Sam looked at his brother with disgust, "Those things are going to kill you one day."

Dean swallowed and then smiled, "Not if some nasty gets me first."

"Nearly did." Dean's face hardened somewhat, and Sam knew he shouldn't have gone there. "Look Dean, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything." Sam went back to his computer cursing himself for bringing up what had happened last year. Something on the search caught his eye.

"Slayer of the Vampyre."

Dean frowned, "What?"

Sam looked up, "It's a website out of Cleveland, Ohio."

"What do you think, does it look legit?"

Sam sighed, "I don't know. There's a lot of stuff on here, I'll bookmark it and come back to it later."

Dean wiped his mouth and threw the napkin on the table, "Yeah, well Sammy I hope so. I sure would like to wipe out the rest of those wicked bitches."