Nobody Expects A Spanish Inquisition

Welcome soon to be loyal reader!

So here it is the first chapter of my first fanfiction. First a warning. This will be a threesome fic because let's face it, which girl doesn't secretly want two gorgeous guys taking care of her? Plus Dean AND Sam together equals H.O.T. Oh and by together no incest or slash because ewwww! So please no flames and if you don't like it don't read it. Simple enough, no?

Please feel free to review if you want, but if you don't want to that's fine. I promise that I'll never be one of those authors who holds a story ransom. On a final note I do not and will not ever claim to own anything other than an unhealthy obsession with fanfiction and an overactive imagination. Good luck my readers as we start this magical journey together.

The Author.

****Chapter One - They shoot horses don't they****

Rosenberg, Willow Rosenberg. That's me or was anyway (well technically I still am but you get the drift). Just a year ago I knew, or thought I did anyway. Life seemed so simple, so straight-forward. Black was black, up was up and I was just a normal teenager living in Sunnydale, California. No. Scratch that I was never normal. Normal in anyone's book does not equate to being best friends with a Slayer, dating a werewolf and fighting things you only read about in comic books. Nope, definitely not normal but you know what. I didn't care. I had a place to belong, friends who understood me, a boyfriend I loved and a well stocked library and top of the line computer at my disposal.

Yep, I was in nerd nirvana. Then of course it all started to go pear shaped.

First it was Buffy. A new slayer turned up, Faith. I mean please Faith! What a name! She sounded like a two-bit hussy and was. I soon found that I was very easily replaceable. Buffy no longer needed her best friend. She had someone who was cooler, prettier and stronger than me. It was here today and "you understand don't cha Wills?" tomorrow.

Then inevitably it was Xander. Well what can I say? Xander is Xander. Been there, done that. Every single time a new girl even walked past it was Willow, Willow who all over again. "Wills my best bud I just need to spread my wild oats, you understand right?"

But Oz, he was the hardest. I thought he loved me and he thought he did too. That was until the groupies started to flock to the band, and then it was a game of how many girls can I stick myself into as quickly as possible. I was brushed off with "I'm a hot commodity at the moment babe, I just can't tie myself down to just one girl. You understand don't you".

Insert wild screaming here. Goddess! Why was I always the one who had to understand? Understand that I was not cool enough, not sexy enough, not slutty up to measure up to their needs, their wants. Well screw them! It was time I grew a backbone. It was time to show them exactly what they were missing. It was time to blow this hellmouth and goddess help anyone who stood in my way!

****Chapter Two - Flat on the floor****

I cleared out my bank and college accounts wrote a few Dear John notes and hit the road. First stop LA to find my feet with my favourite souled vampire, Angel. Angel and I had grown extremely close over the years. Early on I had secretly harboured a very unhealthy obsession with Angel. Let's face it who could resist the dark brooding looks, the sensitive new age guy personality and the threat of danger that was always present around him. Go on I dare you. Try it and see, it's freaking impossible I tells ya. Anyway where was I? What? Oh that's right. So eventually the obsession settled down and turned into a quiet appreciation and deep and lasting friendship.

So one night when Angel opened the door and found me crying on the doorstep he took me in, no questions asked. I soon found a new family in Gunn, Wesley and yes even Cordelia. I took it a day at a time and before I knew it a month had passed and it was time to take my first steps out into the world. Gone was shy, nerdy Willow and in her place was Rogue, freelance hunter and sex goddess extraordinaire. A mix of Jessica Rabbit, Alice Abernathy and of course my namesake, Rogue. So with a very large cash gift from Angel, a sexy name wardrobe from Cordelia, a handshake from Wesley and memories of one very intense make out session with Gunn it was time to hit the road.

With help from Angel I was taken under the wing of Bobby Singer who was a seasoned hunter. Angel had met Bobby, when Bobby himself was a young man and had been helping him out for years. Praise Goddess too because it usually took a while to gain to gain access to the hunter network.

Hunters generally aren't a very trusting bunch and it was made that little bit harder after it was revealed that I was also a witch. I had to work hard to prove my worth to Bobby and his long time friend John Winchester, who was staying with Bobby at the time. Eventually as time went by they opened up a little more, but it was only after I saved their hides from a bunch of "bad" witches I was deemed trustworthy and welcomed into the fold. In fact, Bobby even became my mentor and eventually my stand-in father. I was finally in business and business was booming.

After six months with Bobby I was deemed well enough to go out on my own. Bobby, Angel and even John weren't too happy about it, but they knew I had something to prove to myself and so with a promise to keep in regular touch and to call if I ever needed help, I was sent out on the road.

Time passed quickly and I was on the move a lot. But, no matter how busy I was I never went more than a few days without checking in with both Bobby and Angel Investigations. After missing one phone I awoke one morning to the Bobby kicking in my door, gun drawn and I never again missed a deadline. In fact Angel threatened to send Cordy after me the next time and trust me, that woman on a mission is scary.

I'd always been busy trying to fight the good fight but lately it seemed like the bad guys were putting in a whole heap of overtime because it was just go, go, go. No rest for the wicked they say and boy did the wicked take that to heart. Vampires, Demons, Witches you name it, I was hunting it. What they're after beat me but Bobby and A.I were looking into it. Whatever it is it seemed huge and I was eager to pull the plug on it.

As time passed I seemed to develop this metaphorical itch I couldn't scratch. The little witch on my shoulder was trying to tell me something or lead me somewhere and she just wouldn't stop until she was satisfied. I'd stopped for the night in June Bug, Alabama and decided to take the night off and hit the nearest bar to relax and unwind and maybe just maybe scratch the itch.

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A/N: So there it is loyal readers. The very first chapter? Did you love it, hate it? If you want to, let me know otherwise stay tuned for the next installment
A/N 2: I have decided to revamp all my chapters and boy am I glad that I did! There were so many inaccuracies here, but never fear it should all be fixed now. If it's not please let me know!