A/N: It's been a while since I wrote anything for this site. Mainly blockish, movings and general college shit. But I am sick with a cold and can't sleep so i wanted to get the idea out of my head. An idea that wasn't really mine, but a friend of mine's. Though he had a set of different characters he wanted to use. Either way, the story is very stand alone-y, but I could continue it if it's well recieved, if it's not, I got it out of my system. So please, flame and review and don't ask me when I'm finishing my past stuff... cause I don't know.
Title: Moonlightning.
Crossover between: Supernatural, Buffy The Vampire Slayers.
Setting: Season 1 for the Winchesters, Season 7.5 (After the show but before the comic) for the Buffyverse gang.
Chapter 1:
The Impala slowly came to a halt as it approached the desired destination. Its owner, Dean Winchester, was the first to step out, heading straight for the hood to recover a few shot guns for their latest run in with the dark forces from the maw of hell. At least he was hoping. He needed to get a bit of aggression out of the way, and who better to take it than the nasties who made this world a not really better place?
On a completely opposite view of the whole situation, Sam, his brother, wearily came out of the car, giving a glance up towards the dirt road that laid ahead into the woods. He wasn't convinced that this situation was black and white. The evil they were facing could possibly be human and he, as much as he was beginning to accept about his family, he wasn't ready to cross that particular line on a job yet. "I still think we should wait." He finally told Dean, meeting him behind the car, hoping to change his brother's mind. All he got was a shot gun offered to his hands. He reluctantly took it. "It's a human being, Dean."
"It's a monster." Dean stated flatly, annoyed with his brother's denial. "It's a killer. 7 bodies in the last month. 3 dead in this town alone. And that's just the first night here. We've been tracking this thing for a month. We got it. So now we take care of it."
Sam didn't want to argue the body count. He had been to all of those families' homes. He had seen the pain in their faces as they lied to get the information they needed from them to locate the creature. "Are these silver bullets?" He asked, a bit sarcastic as he finally was coming to acceptance about the task at hand.
"Well, we didn't really narrow down how to kill this thing. Silver bullets, normal bullets and…" He said motioning to his jeans where a flare gun was hanging on his pant's waistband. ".. fire, in case it's needed. Let's go hunt us the son of a bitch."
The night was very dark and they were at least 20 minutes outside from any artificial lights, so they were almost walking blind. Both deemed it better to walk in the cover of shadows as to not alert the creature of their presence. The element of surprised was all they had. They needed to act fast as to avoid ending up as the others. Their corpses naked, torn and mangled, almost like they were devoured to death by some beast with an insatiable hunger.
After about ten minutes of awkward silence, Dean, who remained at the lead, decided to break the ice a bit. "So what do you wanna call this thing? A Werewolf? Wendigo? Lycan? Hungry Hungry Rabid dog?"
"We could call them by a name if you had bothered to attempt to figure who the person was." Sam answered, too unfriendly, indicating he wasn't going to change his stance.
"Really, Sammy. Would that make this easier?" Dean, asked, finally fed up. He stopped on his tracks to wheel around and glare at his brother in the dark. But before the youngest sibling could reply a small grunt started coming from the suddenly rustling bushes.
Both of the Winchester brothers simultaneously pointed their weapons into the dark, though in opposite directions, as the sounds became louder, alerting them, to their imminent danger. The grunts changed into a small snarled, and both boys stayed quiet, trying to ID the sound's source as much as they could.
The bushes rustled harder to the left of them so both turned their respective weapons this way as a fur covered beast stepped out from the cover of the leaves, snarling at them. Both of them were sort of taken by the sight. It had sharp fangs that came from its mouth and it was moving like it was some sort of primate, but it has qualities distinctive of most canines. Dean cocked his gun, though. He was here on a kill mission only.
But before could fire…
"Whoa, there. Put that down before you hurt yourself." Came a female voice from their right. Both boys turned to glance, trying to keep the beast on their line of vision. It was indeed a female. A dark hair woman, around her early 20's, dressed much like they were, came from the shadows, flanked a by a taller man with an eye patch on his left eye and younger dark hair girl with tanned skin.
"Lady, don't know who you are, but I think you should leave." Dean spat, refocusing his attention to the beast.
"Lady?" The woman repeated amused. "That's a first. But seriously, put that down, not gonna let you shoot my friend here."
"You know him?" Sam asked, a bit hopeful they could avoid a killing.
"We went to high school together." The man with the eye patch said too brightly as he stepped forward. Dean noticed he was carrying a fire weapon of his own. "He's cool." The creature snarled after this.
"Doesn't seem too cool to me." Dean said, again trying to focus his attention on the killing rather than this set of people that were invading his space. "I think the 7 people it's killed would agree with me."
"Okay, we get it, you got balls." The lead woman continued. "But you're tripping if you think I'mma let you lay a hand on poor Oz here." Sam listened to that, and now knowing it had a name, he slowly lowered his weapon, more sure than before he really didn't want to follow through with this.
Dean turned his head around completely though, to face this girl. "Oh, yeah, you gonna stop me—" but before he could add some sort of derogatory comment to the girl, she had already grabbed the end of his shot gun, and had… somehow twisted it, making the weapon useless. "Son of a bitch!" He said, backing up a bit. "Demons!"
The tanned girl scoffed at this. "Hardly. This is what I hate about guys. A woman can't be power up without being a demon?"
"Hey now! I'm surrounded by strong women all the time and I never said a word." The Man with the eye patch insisted. Sam was a bit perturbed over the lack of worry they were all displaying over the werewolf even with knowing who he was or not, as both girls graced the man with a knowing look. "Okay, but I think I've grown a bit out of it."
"People. Lycan." Sam reminded the group as Dean simply stared at his weapon totally hating on the symbolism the broken thing represented.
"Oh yeah. Kennedy, do you mind?" The lead woman said, staring at the other girl who just nodded and walked directly to the beast.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked, concerned.
"Probably causing a very interesting argument with my girlfriend." The girl named Kennedy replied as she charged against the beast named Oz and gave it a punch and then a jump kick that sent it flying backwards. Sam and Dean gaped at this and both turned to look at the other two, who simply took the scene as nothing more than their normal day to day life.
"The girlfriend's ex." The lead woman none-explained to the boys. "Meeting's always a bitch."
"Who are you people? Sam asked turning from the two strangers to the surprisingly strong and agile Kennedy who was making short work of the creature they called Oz.
"The good guys." The guy in the eye patch said as he gave his weapon to the woman. "Faith, mind doing the honors?" He asked of her.
"Thought you've never ask." The girl named Faith said as she took the gun in her hands. Now it was visible enough for the boys to ID it as a tranq gun. They figured these people's plan was to sedate their friend. Something that Sam wanted to beat himself for not thinking of it earlier. Faith waited till Kennedy had the beast in a chokehold and fired the gun. The shot hit the creature named Oz on its neck and it presently collapsed under the girl' above him. "Man, that takes me back."
"You're telling me." The guy with the eye patch said as he pulled cell phone from his pants. "Xander here. Big Bad Wolf is sedated. We're heading back." The guy named Xander said as he motioned to his companions. "Let's go, girls."
Kennedy, once again, freaking the Winchesters out, pulled Oz's body over her shoulder and without much effort carried him as she reached to Xander's side. "Wait!" Dean said, trying to salvage some of his pride. "He's a killer!"
"Nah. I am." Faith said, as she joined the other two in her retreat. "He was framed."
"Yeah, the killer is actually after werewolves. You were about to help the bad guy kill another." Xander explained nonchalantly.
"You might like to do your homework next times, pals, before you go guns a blazing." Faith said as the three started to head out with their capture.
"Seriously hate to deal with amateur hunters." Kennedy said as she followed the others.
After they were nearly out of site, both Sam and Dean stared into the night for a moment. Dean turn to notice Sam was actually smirking, gloating over his moral win regarding their earlier discussion about this situation. "Shut up." Dean hissed as they both made their way back from the woods.
To be continued?
Idunno. Depends on you people.