Crossover: BtVS/SPN

Characters: anya, giles dean, sam, xander, willow, tara, buffybot, misc vamps.

Summary: Could the Scoobies really keep the hordes of darkness at bay for a whole summer while Buffy was dead? Maybe if they had a little help.

Spoilers: SPN up to at least 2x03, BtVS to end of series 5.

Disclaimer: standard no possession, no fee clause

A/N: the is deliberate cos I'm English and know bugger-all about US geography.

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"This is it." Sam announced as they glided passed the town boundary. "Sunnydale California"

"Looks pretty quiet to me. I still think that Oz kid was just trying to get us to leave before we hunted his ass."

Sam sighed. "Dean he wasn't evil."

"He's a werewolf Sam! In my book that's pretty evil."

"Normally I'd agree with you, but you saw him Dean…"

Dean abruptly pulled to a halt outside a hotel. "I'm not having this argument again. We're here now. Let's get some rest and see what's the what in the morning."

Sam opened the car door, appreciating the chance to stretch as he got out.

"Does it seem a little too quiet to you?" He asked his brother as he looked around.

Dean wrenched open the boot. "It's the middle of the night Sam and we're next to a cemetery – what do you want? A parade?"

"It's barely ten o'clock."

Dean looked at his watch. "Huh. Guess these small towns really do shut up early."

Sam stiffened, Dean caught the movement and jerked round in time to see a beefy-looking guy being chased into the cemetery next door by something…something that looked wrong and yet strangely familiar at the same time.

Ignoring the bags he had been going for, Dean threw a machete handle first at his brother and snatched up another, slamming the boot shut as they broke off running into the cemetery.

The guy hadn't managed to get far, the thing had him on the ground, his back against a headstone, as it struggled to get its teeth into his throat. Luckily this also meant it was distracted and Sam swung as he ran, slicing off its head in one easy stroke…

…where it exploded into dust.

Sam and Dean stopped, looking at each other in bemusement.

"Well that was new," Dean said finally, but was interrupted by the sound of rustling coming from all sides as several other vampires made their presence known.

Dean grinned. "Well who knew this was such a party town!" He said as he swung his machete at the closest, missing, but setting it off balance to bring a fist round to connect solidly with its jaw.

The things snarled as they pounced. Sam focused on one coming at him and only knew about the one behind him when he heard its cry as the man on the ground stood and plunged something into its heart.

It seemed more of the vampires were going down than should really be possible with only him and his brother fighting, but Sam didn't have time to take notice of what was going on elsewhere as he exploded his second and third vampires of the night. A quick glance round told him Dean was enjoying himself far too much and that they definitely had some help he hadn't been expecting: not least the tiny blond girl that seemed to be kicking ass.

Soon enough he was looking around to find his next opponent only to discover there were no vampires left to fight…and conveniently no bodies to clear up either…

The man who had been running seemed to have been knocked down again and Dean offered a hand, pulling him to his feet. "Hey."

"Hey," the guy offered back, "Thanks."

"No problem. Always happy for a little action." Dean seemed to realise for the first time that they weren't alone. "I'm Dean and this is my brother Sam."

Sam nodded. "Hey."

"Xander Harris," the man offered, rubbing his head. "And this is Tara and Giles and Anya. Hey where's Willow?"

"Oh she, uh, was getting a better vantage point," The one identified as Giles said in bemused British accent. "I expect she'll be along presently."

"Well I would have thought she could have leant a bit more fire power. I mean come on: one fire ball and the rest of us could all be at home right now engaged in carnal relations."

Xander winced. "Anya, sweetie, do you remember what I said about sharing too much?"

"I was just saying," Anya grumbled.

"Would that be Willow Rosenburg?" Sam interjected before things could get any weirder.

"That's me!" A chirpy redhead announced as she stepped out of the shadows. There was silence as everyone turned to look at her.

"Though, I'm thinking now, maybe I shouldn't have said that. Should I not have said that?"

Tara broke the silence, hurrying forward and taking Willow's hands.

Willow leant in for a brief kiss. "You ok baby?"

Tara just nodded, staying close and obviously scared.

"You were looking for Willow for some reason in particular?" The British man asked.

Too much had happened in the last couple of minutes and Sam focused on the question as some kind of mental life preserver.

"Yeah um," he turned back to Willow. "We met Oz. Down in . He says hi."

Silence fell thickly over the group.

"What?" Sam asked warily. "What did I say?"

"Willow, I need repairs." The tiny blond announced and Sam suddenly realised she had not been introduced.

Willow looked thrown. "Sure, I'll fix you up when we get back to the house." She turned earnest eyes on Sam, Tara looking into her face with concern. "You saw Oz? Is he…I mean…is he ok?

"He seemed fine when we left…"

"Apart from the whole werewolf thing," Dean added. Sam shot his brother a look. "What?"

"You're hunters though, right?" Xander asked, swallowing thickly before going on. "You didn't…?"

Dean looked Xander down. "He saved my brother. I don't generally kill people that save my brother, even if they're not really people."

"Dean!"

"I'm sorry Sam, but we've discussed this! Dad raised us to kill these things. I can cut Oz a break but that doesn't mean I'm going to start getting all warm and fuzzy about it. Come on, let's get back to the hotel."

"So you came all the way here just to say h-hi?"

Tara was still clinging to Willow, her voice tentative, but curious.

Sam sighed. "Oz said he'd heard you might be needing a hand, but I guess we killed all those vampires-"

"You don't know where you are do you?" Giles interrupted, adjusting his glasses.

Sam and Dean conferred silently, Dean shrugging when they came up with nothing.

"Welcome to the Hellmouth."