Mistaken Identitiy
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. Buffy and her family belong to Joss Whedon and co, and the Winchesters belong to Eric Kripke and co.
Summary: Buffy has always been the normal child in the Winchester family, but that is about to change.
Time-line: Set before both first seasons of Buffy and Supernatural.
A/N: This is a prequel to my WIP "Wherever I May Roam", set when Buffy finds out she is the Slayer before moving to Sunnydale. This is most probably going to be very short and basically, you should know what happened pre-Sunnydale. I'm basing most of this on the graphic novel Origin, with a mix of the movie and Joss Whedon's original script. This is what happens in between, if Buffy had older brothers and an overprotective father who hunt demons, following in line with my other story, WIMR.
Buffy slowly sat down on her bed, wiping the tears from her face. She could hear her aunt and uncle arguing downstairs, the sound filtering through her slightly open door. She stared at her cell phone, lying on the bed. Her Aunt and Uncle didn't know she had it, and neither did any of the other kids at school. It had been given to her by her father in case she ever needed them in an emergency. Them meaning her dad, John Winchester and her older brothers, Sam and Dean.
She was so lost and didn't know what to do, and desperately needed some guidance. And after what Sam and Dean had told her last year, she knew they would be able to help. She reached for the phone, all the while listening out for her Aunt and Uncle, not wanting them to know she was calling her brother. Uncle Hank didn't like Dean, he said he was trouble and was nothing more than a con man. And Aunt Joyce wouldn't have understood. She didn't want to call her father because for one thing she didn't know how he would react. He had left her here in L.A. with her Aunt to keep her safe. But now she was the Slayer…She just knew he wouldn't be pleased. To put it mildly.
She hit Dean's number on speed dial and listened as it rang for the familiar sound of her brother's voice. After ringing several times, it went straight to voicemail. Buffy bit her lip tearfully, needing to hear a comforting voice, "Dean?" She sobbed, "It's me, Buffy. I guess you, Dad and Sam are busy on a hunt or something, but I really need your help. Something really bad's happened and…I don't know what to do…I need you, Dean…" she stared sorrowfully at the cell phone before pushing end. She put the phone away, hoping Dean would get her message soon and come get her. She wanted to get as far away from Los Angeles as possible.
Dean trudged tiredly into the run down rented apartment, dropping the duffel bag by the door, followed by Sam and their Dad. It had been a relatively easy job, although probably not for the poor family living in the house. And probably not for Sam who had nearly been strangled by the spirit. How many times was that now? Too many to remember in his exhausted state of mind, but Sammy had sworn it wouldn't happen again.
He looked over for his little brother and noticed that both he and his Dad had already disappeared into their bedrooms for the evening. Deciding that that was a good idea, he went into his and Sammy's shared bedroom and got ready for bed, stripping down to his boxers and t-shirt. Before climbing into bed he dropped his cell phone onto the table, but then noticed that he had a message. He frowned. Should he check it now or later? It could be important. He retrieved his cell from the table and went to voicemail, The message was over a week old. He frowned deeply as he recognized his little sister's voice and heard how upset she was. As if by magic, all of the exhaustion left his body and he immediately hung up and got dressed, quickly grabbing his bag on the way out the front door. He jogged out to the Impala, and was out of the apartment parking lot with a loud screech of the tires. Tired or not. His little sister needed him.