"Hold Your Breath, And Count To Ten"

Title of fan fic is from the song "Skyfall" by Adele.

Fanfic

Crossover: Buffy The Vampire Slayer/Supernatural

Time frame: Season 7 BTVS, Season 5 Supenatural

Copyright: Buffy the Vampire Slayer owned by Joss Whedon, The WB/Fox. Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke The CW/TNT. I do not own any of the cannon characters, or the places of the series.

Only thing I claim will be the crossover fan fic, and maybe a few original characters.

Summary:

The Apocalypse has begun. Again. However, Buffy and the Scoobies aren't so sure they'll make it out this time. Hell breaks loose over the Hellmouth, but they find it's a lot worse world wide. Demons aren't as shy as they used to be, standing up to the Slayer, because something even more evil has sprung loose, Lucifer. Mean while in Ohio, Sam and Dean Winchester are facing the biggest disaster they've ever come across, and it's their fault. They let loose the King of Demons, and now the world is trembling, preparing for the end. Castiel is trying to find solutions to put the seals back together, to put Lucifer back in the Pit. He thinks he has found an answer, but they'll have to make a travel to Sunnydale and pray that this will work.

P.S. The years will be off. It's planned this way so that the characters are caught up on each other's Apocalyptic problems and are able to help each other. Technically the "YEAR", will be 2002, but it will intercede with Supernatural's Season 5 which takes place in 2009, so please bare with me.

Canton, Ohio November 25, 2002.

Dean walks into the motel, tosses his duffle and crashes on the bed before him. This past week has just been too bizarre. That says a lot, what with the end of the world starting just a few weeks ago. Sam and Castiel walk in behind him and sit at the table next to the window. "Well at least we got our idols put back to where they need to be." Sam said to break the silence. The ride back in the Impala was just plain torture. Nothing was said as the week's toll took hold on them.

"Sammy, no offense, but just shut the pie hole. Let me get some shut eye." Dean moans into the pillow. Castiel shakes his head at the two brothers. He can't believe how incredulous they are. "You two don't get it. After all this time. Other people are beginning to suffer from this Apocalypse. We have been their only hope. If we give up now, then we might as well let Lucifer take the reigns." He looked out the window as the rain fell. It was a cold November night. They were all irritated, but Castiel still had hope.

Sam looked at Castiel, eyebrows raised in surprise. "Cas, we haven't given up. We're just… worn out. Dean's right, we need some sleep and we should be fine." He smiled and headed over to the other twin bed next to his brother's. Castiel pondered for awhile as he let the brothers sleep.

Once he was certain the brothers were asleep, he used his Grace to fly to Bobby Singer's home. Bobby's home was in disarray. Books were scattered everywhere, and the house was lined in salt and iron and ancient spells to keep evil out. Castiel tilted his head at the poor hunter. He still couldn't believe that Bobby sold his soul to Crowley, just for information and his legs. Sure the information helped, but it seemed insane for anyone to make a deal with a demon. Though, that's how Castiel met the Winchesters.

Getting his head out of memory lane, he approaches Bobby carefully, "Bobby… please, I need your help." He says desperately. Bobby snaps up and reaches for his gun. He didn't realize it was Castiel. "Boy, you better be glad you're one of us. I'd have blown a hole right through you." Castiel smiled, knowing that the salt bullets wouldn't harm him, just stun him. Bobby put his gun down and placed his hand over his beard and closed his eyes. "You must be desperate. Don't know how I can help but what do you need?" he asked.

The angel smiled, "Have you ever heard of the Slayer?" and with that, Bobby pulled out his mighty texts to begin the research. Bobby looked at him, "The Slayer, wait, I know this. But how? I figured with all hell breaking lose, she'd have died by now in our time." Bobby said. He was thinking back on what an old friend of his said once.

The Slayer was a young woman, chosen in each generation, to fight off evil and protect man kind. She alone would have the ability to do what was necessary. His friend had been part of something known as The Council. A Watcher in training back then.

Sunnydale, California

Buffy attacked Caleb with a vengeance. She was so tired of this agent of the First. Actually, she was just plain tired. Angel stood in the background with a smile on his face, "She is so going to kick your ass."

She was glad to have Angel there, but at the same time, he was as much a distraction as anything else. After a few more minutes of bantering, Buffy finally killed Caleb. She rolled over his body, and picked up her new weapon. It was a long axe that held ancient power. Even though she wasn't a witch like Willow, she could sense its power. She knew with this weapon, and the necklace Angel had given her, they might stand a fighting chance after all.

Angel smiled at his girl, "You sure you don't want me in this fight? I mean someone told me a Champion had to wear this necklace." He mostly just didn't want to leave her side again. Having left before was painful but this, well, he thought he might have a chance with her. "I'm not ready Angel. I'm still cookie dough." She said to him.

He looked at her with complete bewilderment, "Cookie dough?" he asked with a smile on his face. "Yea, you know, I'm cookie dough. I'm not baked yet, I'm still the gooey cookie dough. Maybe when I'm cookie, I'll be ready." She said to him as they walked out of the cemetery. Angel knew he wouldn't win this one, but he had to at least try.

South Dakota, Bobby Singer's Home

Castiel looked into the books with Bobby in hopes of finding the current information of the Slayer. He was only given certain information about her in each generation. He knew she had a lot of friends that knew about her powers, and that was the reason she was still alive. He had seen her in heaven when she died the second time and got to know her then. She was a pure soul, just as pure as Dean's. Those two had so much in common, it was stunning that they hadn't even met before now. But the higher angels wouldn't allow that because they were too busy with "Their Plans".

"Your friend, Wesley, did he say anything about the last Apocalypse the Slayer faced?" he asked. "Nah, all he said was a gigantic worm was blown up with huge bags of manure at Sunnydale High. You seriously think the Apocalypse is gonna end at Sunnydale? I thought there were more than one locations of the Hellmouth? That's why there were 66 Seals that needed to be broken before it could begin?" he asked.

Castiel nodded, "It was pre-destined by the Powers That Be." And closed the book. "I'm going to inform Sam and Dean. We'll meet you in Sunnydale." And with that he took off to Ohio to retrieve the Winchesters.