Evil, Or Something Else?

Disclaimer: Willow and the vampires in this fic belong to the Jossverse. Dean and Sam belong to the Kripkeverse

Spoilers: After 'Chosen' before 'Something Wicked.'

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As Willow stood opposite the man with the gun pointed at her face, she quickly came to the realization that maybe, just maybe, tonight hadn't been a good night to patrol alone. Buffy was probably going to laugh in her face at her carelessness.

She really hadn't meant to use magic so openly, but then again, it was well past one in the morning, and the vampire was getting away from her. Somehow, as she sent her fireball after him, someone witnessed her doing it and before she knew it, he had a gun at her face.

"What do you really look like?" the man asked. "Because I know you don't go around in other people's skin all the time."

"Excuse me!" Willow yelled. "This is my skin, buddy, and if you think you can go around telling people that they are in the wrong body, then you are sadly mistaken. What's your name, I want to report you."

The man smirked, though the gun stayed pointed at Willow. "I know I can't kill you with this, but it would hurt a helluva lot."

Willow's eyes widen. He was actually going to shoot her! This man was clearly human, and he thought she had killed a man, when he was actually a vampire.

"Why are doing this, I just saved countless numbers of people from that guy," Willow spoke softly.

"Is that what you think you're doing?" he laughed. "What is it with you holier-than-thou bastards? You think, what, you have some great power, so that means killing anyone you think is below you?"

"He was below me minutes before you showed up!" Willow fired back. And it was true, she was patrolling when the vampire suddenly popped out of nowhere, smelling like he just woke up from his crypt.

"You see, that's your problem right there," the man continued. "I'm gonna make this hurt."

Willow didn't give him time to pull the trigger as she thrust her magic forward, sending the man flying backward into the street. His finger must have slipped as a bullet was shot from the gun into the sky.

The man sat up and looked at Willow in anger. He went for the gun again, but Willow's voice stopped him.

"I can do this all night," she sighed. "Now listen, I don't know what you thought you saw, but it wasn't me killing someone."

"Then what was with the guy in flames?" the man hissed.

"He was a vampire," Willow said slowly.

"Vampires don't exist," he leveled the gun at her again.

Willow was about to roll her eyes when she felt them. Several vampires were close by and were probably the dead vampire's friends. They were coming to find him, but were in for quite a surprise.

"If they don't exist, then what are those?" Willow pointed to the vampires that just seemed to be coming out of the woodwork. "Can I have your name before the both of us die?"

"Dean," he answered nervously as he watched the vampires coming at him. "Those can't really be vampires, can they? I mean, they're just stories."

"Yep, they're fake, and they are a gang on PCP," Willow nodded. She reached into her coat and pulled forth a stake. She threw it at Dean's feet. "Guns aren't going to work so well. Use the stake and aim for heart."

Dean scrambled to his feet as he grabbed the stake and stood by Willow, all thoughts of her being an evil witch gone.

"Sam's not going to believe this," Dean smirked as the vampires attacked.