Fair warning: I've jacked up timelines (mostly Supernatural's timeline) in order to coincide with Buffy's timeline.

2005

Cleveland, Ohio

Sprinting down a narrow back alley in the early hours of the night, a young man in his early twenties glanced back over his shoulder to see two dark figures running after him. The man threw down the stacked wooden crates against the brick wall in hopes it would slow the figures down.

The man continued down the alley when he eventually found a tight right turn leading into another alley.

As he reached the end of the alley, the man realized there was no place left to go. He turned wildly searching for an escape route. Noticing a tall fence, the man climbed up crates and dumpster to try and climb out before the figures caught him.

"Down this way!" One of the figures said from afar.

The man climbed faster to the top of the fence then jumps down on the other side just as the figures came into view. Quietly, the man continued to run before the figures also discovered the fence.

"Dean, look," Dean followed his brother, Sam's finger pointing at a tall fence.

Dean's expression glowered with dismay, "Shit, he escaped. C'mon," he led the way to the fence and proceeded to climb just as the man had.

The man sprinted as fast as he could when he heard chatter and pounding dance music at the other end of the alleyway.

He stalled his sprinting pace when a dance club was in view which was filled with young people standing in outside the popular club waiting to get in.

The man started to pick up speed again when a petite blonde woman stepped out from the darkness. The man tripped over himself as he tried to avoid running into the woman.

"Hey, are you okay?" The woman asked looking down at the man, watching him stand up to his feet.

"Help me, please! Call the police!"

The woman's sincere expression softened with concern, "Slow down, what's going on?"

"There's no time for explaining!" Releasing a breath, realizing the woman was not going to budge, the man shook his head. "I'm being chased."

"Oh?" The woman glanced into the darkness to see no one there. Her eyes went back to the man. "By who? There's no one there."

The man looked at the woman disbelief and opened his mouth to reply, "I'm being chased, lady. Help me." His words contained frustration and anger.

"Hm," the woman looked at him thoughtfully and said, "you're not being chased because you're a vampire, right?"

The man stared at her with disbelief and just like that, his entire innocent demeanour fell away and his human disguise shifted into his true features.

"You know what gave it away?" The woman asked.

The vampire snarled flashing his yellow fangs.

The woman pulled a stake from the side of her jacket smirked, "The entire thing. You were playing too much with the distress and not enough with the damsel."

"Slayer," The vampire growled and lunged at the Slayer.

Easily defending herself, the woman caught the vampire and tossed him forcibly into the brick wall then drive the sharp point of her stake into the vampire's heart.

She brushed her hand over the dusty particles of the combusted vampire off of her leather coat.

"Buffy!" Buffy turned her eyes towards the person across the street calling her name. "Are you coming?"

"I'll be right there, Wills!" Buffy replied back as the stomps of steel-toed boots turned her attention down the dark alleyway. Not wanting to waste any more time, Buffy tucked the stake back into her coat and made it across the street getting lost into the crowds just as Dean and Sam appeared from the end of the alley.

"Where the hell did it go?" Dean asked with a frown of annoyance.

"Maybe it went to get a beer." Sam nodded towards the nightclub.

With a grand smile instantly liking this new change of pace, Dean slapped his hand across Sam's back and said happily, "Don't mind if we do."

Dean led the way across the street and into the nightclub called the Garage. The brothers easily bypassed the bouncer.

The Garage

Dim yellow spotlights scattered across the industrial piped ceiling was the clubs only source of lighting. Unsuspecting young people swayed back and forth on the large dance floor as the band played on stage.

Dean nodded over his shoulder at his brother to follow him through the thick crowds of people to the bar. As they weaved around the masses, Dean noted a pool table surrounded by a bunch of meatheads and mentally noted to steal all the money they had just won by the end of the night.

Finally reaching the bar, Dean leaned against the counter on his elbow and looked out to the crowd with a smile, "This place is hopping!"

"Yeah, it's something," Sam muttered, none too thrilled to be in the club.

"Oh, c'mon, Samantha don't be like that," Dean teased his younger brother and eyed the beautiful women giving him a flirtatious smile as they passed him. "Yeah, I like it here."

Sam shook his head reading his brother's thoughts, which was not very hard since it was pretty one-tracked. "We don't have time for your libido, Dean."

Dean waved him off as his smile grew to spot a motorcycle looking brunette on the dance floor with her arms up over her head and three men surrounding her. "Nonsense," Dean sipped the beer placed in front of him by the bartender.

On the stage, a lanky petite woman with short jet black hair turned from the organ player to the crowd. She wrapped her hand around the microphone and smirked eyeing her audience.

"I lost my heart,

Under the bridge,

To that little girl,

So much to me,"

The heavy base notes of the organ rattled through the speakers behind the singer's voice. As the song progressed, elements of percussion instruments began to drizzle colour into the song just as string instruments gave the song gothic tension.

Dean's eyes wandered from the attractive brunette still dancing with the strange men to a blonde appearing under the spotlight. His eyes ran over her slender, petite body.

Dean hit the back of his hand against Sam's chest. Her tight black jeans she wore hugged her legs perfectly. Her sun-kissed skin complemented by the lacy cream coloured tank-top blouse. A strange feeling washed over Dean as he watched the blonde sway her hips to the melodic beat, hypnotizing him where he stood.

"That blue-eyed girl (that blue-eyed girl),

She said, 'no more' (she said, 'no more),

That blue-eyed girl (that blue-eyed girl),

Became a blue-eyed whore ('came a blue-eyed whore),"

His eyes followed up the length of her torso to her raised arms that were above her head. The brunette woman stepped around the men dancing around her to the blonde. She bent forward and whispered something int the blonde's ear to make her smile.

Dean ran a hand over his face never having felt this intense pounding of his heart from just a flash of a smile which was in no way directed at him.

"Dude," Dean shook out from his trance hearing his brother's nagging voice.

"What?" Dean hadn't tried to conceal his annoyance as Sam was distracting him away from the beautiful blonde on the dance floor.

A growing smile tugged at Sam's lips, "You're drooling."

Rolling his eyes, Dean drew his attention back to the dance floor. His smirk fell when he did not see the beautiful blonde anymore. He tried to peer over heads but he did not see her. Shit. Dean's frown sank further down his face.

"Hi." A breathless yet perky voice made Dean's ears twitch. "I can I get another round for my table, please?"

Dean froze and turned his wide eyes upward to Sam's face. Silently and poorly, Dean tried to get Sam's attention to look behind him to see if that beautiful blonde was standing there.

Sam's face scrunched with confusion, "Huh, what?"

"Is she standing there?" Dean tried to whisper a bit louder.

"Why are you whispering?"

"Goddamn it," Dean shook his head with frustration and turned to his other side to see the woman in question standing at the counter waiting patiently of the bartender to fill the tray up with drinks.

Slowly and trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, Dean leant forward getting a whiff of her floral perfume which sent a strange shiver down his spine. Holy shit, she's hot. He pushed the feeling and smugly smiled at the blonde. "Hey,"

Buffy frowned realizing the man beside her was talking to her. The last thing she wanted for the night was to be hit on by some horny-drunken-man-slut. Buffy lifted her green eyes to the man's face and felt her breath catch in her throat. Okay, he's a super attractive-horny-doesn't look drunk-but he's totally a man-slut.

"Uh, hi," Buffy heard herself say much to her own dismay. So much for not talking him…

"I'm Dean," he said. "You're a really good dancer," Dean ran his eyes over her and found her even more gorgeous up close than half a room away.

Is he for real? Buffy faced him fully with a thoughtful expression on her face. For the first time since he turned to her, Buffy ran her eyes over him, getting a good look at this impossible flirt. He was tall, but not as tall as the cute man behind him. His hair was short, blondish-brown and his eyes were a sharp green; which she could get lost for days in. From his close proximity from her, Buffy could tell he was muscular despite the layered, Seattle-grunge clothing covering his lean body.

Buffy lifted her eyes back to his face watching his smug smile widen. He knew exactly what she was doing, it was giving him a good once-over, just as he had done with her.

She tilted her head to the side, letting her wavy blonde hair fall over one side of her shoulder. Dean watched her lips gently part wondering if she knew just how sexy she was. But he had an inkling feeling that this was all unconsciously done, which only made his jeans tighter.

"Do you really think that's the thing to say to win me over?" She asked.

Intrigued by her 'lack' of interest, Dean found himself leaning closer to her and said, "You haven't thrown that drink in my face yet, have you, Princess?" He nodded towards the girly Cosmo drink on a tray.

"I'm still thinking about it." A sly smile crossed her heart-shaped lips.

A mischievous gleam in his eyes brightened instantly wanting more than just a wild night of sex with this woman. He strangely wanted something else, sex, sure, but something he hadn't wanted from a woman in, well, Dean couldn't remember the last time he wanted this—if he ever wanted that before; a connection.

"You hungry?" Dean asked.

"I'm with my friends," Buffy looked back at the brunette and a redhead sitting at a table in the club watching her with wild smiles across their faces.

Leaning into her ear, Dean whispered, "From the look on their faces, I don't think they'll mind if you get a bite with me."

Buffy bit back her own smile and craned her neck back to look at him. "You're very presumptuous —and obnoxious."

"You don't even know me," Dean smirked.

Buffy narrowed her eyes at him, almost accusingly, "I think maybe I do."

"You think too much. All I'm asking for is a burger and fries from that diner across the street. What'd you say?"

Taking a thoughtful pause to herself, though Buffy already had her decision made, she let him sweat it out for a moment before a sweet smile crosses her lips.

Tom's 24/hr Diner

A waitress walked out from the double doors from the kitchen area and eyed a young man and woman sitting on the track of booths.

The couple sat across from one another not saying a word, only staring at each other with thoughtful and peculiar expressions on their face. The man sat back in the booth, tilting his chin upwards never letting his eyes tear away from the beautiful woman he was with.

The woman narrowed her eyes at him raised a manicured brow. A cheeky half-smile tugged at her lips.

Meanwhile, the waitress stood at the counter bar watching the pair strangely.

"Maggie, what's with those two?" An older waitress named Dolly stood behind Maggie, also watching the odd pair.

"I have no idea. They've been here for ten minutes and they haven't uttered a word to each other."

Dolly smiled and turned away to the coffee machine, "Young love."

Maggie shrugged unsure if she should break up their staredown but it was almost time to close and she really wanted to get out of here at a decent time.

Crossing the slow-moving Diner, Maggie stood at the table holding a pad in her hand. "Are you guys ready to order?" She asked.

Buffy broke her eyes away from Dean and looked up at Maggie with a polite smile on her face. "Um, sure…" she looked at Dean, "What do you want?"

"You order," Dean watched her intently. He tilted his head to the side giving her his own sort of 'test'. He wanted to know what kind of girl she was. A salad girl or A burger, fries, and a chocolate shake kind of girl. To Dean, both versions of this 'kind of girl' were very, very different. Depending on her menu order could determine his entire outlook on this hot blonde from the club.

"O—kay," Buffy quickly scanned the menu realizing that she was not quite that hungry despite the slayage from earlier in the evening. "Can we get a... slice of your apple-pie?"

Dean felt his heart stop abruptly beating in his chest. Oh, shit, Dean swallowed no longer hearing the exchange between Buffy and the waitress. He hadn't prepared himself for that kind of girl.

His eyes were on Buffy the entire time when a strange unheard of thought entered his mind which suddenly made him sweat profusely. Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!

Song Used: "Down by the Water" by PJ Harvey 1995