Title: Moonlight Meetings
Summary: One Shot. Dean leaves Sam sleeping in a motel room to get some air… he comes across something strange in a cemetery, and finds he can't quite get the image out of his mind… Sort of AU Buffy Xover fic
Disclaimer: I own a Winchester shotgun, but I don't own the Winchester boys, nor do I own any part of Buffy
Author's Note: Ok, I had a few requests to turn this into a story, and since I hit a major writer's block, I figured I'd call in reinforcements in the way of a co-writer who took my main theme and turned it upside down (in a very good way!) and made it sound real! LOL Go check out her other stuff cos it Rocks!
Moon-Memory (#1160141)
The night was dark, but not cold. A light mist was setting in, causing the moon to bath everything in a smoky blue hue and the fog seeped across the dewed grass silently seeming to ignore the slight wind that whipped through the night. Dean watched the ground as he walked, but kept himself alert. This place didn't feel right, and he would be the worst hunter… probably ever, he guessed, if he was going to forget what he'd grown up with.
The wind abruptly changed directions, and he looked up. Great, he thought, another damn cemetery. How many does this town need? It was the third one within seven blocks. Briefly, he thought of his brother, tucked up in bed, dreaming (hopefully). Insomnia was getting to be a real pain. Besides… What. The. Hell. Was there like a sacrifice cult that came through here every month or something? Did they dress up as vamps or something? Was it all fake and Dad was just getting him back for burning the pasta? Was this better then the time he had been forced to dress up as a boy scout and sing? Dean felt himself begin to laugh at the thought, lock up your daughters the dancing Boy Scout cult were coming… Oh god, he was going to die laughing about this one…
"Oh, come on… you are so not gonna insult my family like that!" a girl's voice could be heard from close by. Dean glanced around… at three in the morning, a cemetery was no place for a girl. Dean felt his chest puff out and had the very manly thought of saving her… Idiot.
It only took a moment for him to decide to investigate, easily jumping the fence. It didn't take long to find her, but what he saw stopped him in his tracks.
She was tiny – she would have hardly reached Dean's shoulders – and she was embroiled in one of the fiercest battles Dean had witnessed… usually, he didn't witness fights, but partook in them personally. SO maybe she didn't need his help, his ego and chest deflated with this thought.
The fight was two on one, odds that Dean didn't like at the best of times, and especially not when it was two men versus one slight girl. He stepped forwards, about to join in and make the fight more even, when the girl took a half-running step, jumped, and kicked one of the two in the chest. He flew back; his fall broken by a headstone behind him.
It was enough to keep all but the strongest men down, but not this guy. He leapt up immediately, and for the first time, Dean got a good look at his face. It was… hideous. There were ridges about his eyes, his mouth pulled up into a snarl. Whoa, he thought, taking a half step back again. That, I was not expecting!
What the hell is that!? Why have we not seen this before?!
The fighters switched sides, and he noticed the second guy was almost identical. Demons, he thought automatically, preparing himself to jump in and come to the rescue of the blonde, when a sudden thought struck him. How… how has she held her own for this long?
He stood back, watching, an eerie feeling settling at the pit of his stomach. Perhaps she is one of them… he wondered.
"You're not gonna win this time, Slayer!" one of the two hissed, and Dean moved so he could watch as they headed around a crypt. She moved so quickly, bringing a wooden stake around and driving it into the chest of one of the two. He exploded immediately into dust.
Slayer… When the other hunters had mentioned that word Dean had assumed that was a band…
Dean watched, soundlessly, seemingly detached from the entire situation. Within minutes, she copied the act, and the second one fell with a snarl of anger. "Not gonna win, eh? Yeah, right!" she laughed, replacing the stake in her belt. She didn't walk away, though. She stood in the same place, crossed her arms, and cocked her head to the side. Her brown hair tumbling towards the ground, it caught on the moonlight and Dean wanted to run his finger through it… to say Christo and then run his fingers through it.
"Ok, I know you're there. You can come out now – the baddies are all gone!" she called out, and Dean froze. A look of irritation crossed her features. "Look, you can either come out, or I can come and get you! There's plenty of Mr. Pointy to go around tonight!"
Mr. pointy? Well… That sounded promising and naughty, but he got the feeling she hadn't meant it like that…
Dean shook his head, mentally filing away questions he had to find out – first and foremost what the hell a Slayer was. He watched as the girl looked around, almost confused, before he turned and walked away, following the line of headstones back to the road.
Sammy had better have gotten his damn freaky ass up and been watching porn or seen this crap…
He was half-way back to his motel when Buffy moved. She'd noticed when the person – vampire? demon? – was gone, and had waited to see if they'd circle back. She didn't feel like fighting, not really… Tonight had been too close for comfort, all she wanted was to go home, take a shower… And go to sleep for what was left of the night.
Curiosity got the better of her, though, and she headed to where whoever-it-was had been standing, looking for any clue to who it had been. Spike would have left a pile of cigarette butts; Angel would have left his scent, his essence; Willow and Xander wouldn't have hidden… she was fresh out of ideas of who it could have been.
Well, except for the fact the air smelt like smoke and leather and there was a small piece of paper on the ground, she picked it up and scanned it quickly… It was co-ordinates from god knows where for Sunnydale, it was written in harsh writing and signed by someone 'Dad' so Buffy folded it and put it away where it belonged… Back of her mind and the bin.
Too tired to honestly really care any longer, she turned and headed towards home, thoughts of a nice, long, hot shower played through her mind, and she didn't even notice the man out for a walk as she passed him by.
He glanced to the side with amber eyes and smiled softly as she walked past, checking out her backside and shaking his head… Unlocking the door and stepping into her house she stepped in, only to look out and see the mist swirling softly and covering any trace of the bizarre night's events…
She decided to blame Spike for the whole event next time she saw him.
A/N: Ok, so obviously this has turned into a chapter story - with a new title, and a wonderful co-writer/beta-writer Moon-Memory #1160141 - go check out her stuff it's awesome! And please review!