Don't own' it. This takes place right after the end of season five for Supernatural and some time after the end of Buffy (the particular time doesn't really matter, just know that Sunnydale is gone and Buffy and Faith aren't the only Slayers). I'll try to update as quickly as possible, but I only have the basic plot thought out so it may take some time. I like reviews but it's not needed. Let me know what you like, what you don't, something you may want to see. Whatever. Oh, and sorry if Dean is a little OOC, but he was a lot more contemplative in this last season, so I think it'll be okay.
Chapter 1
Dean wandered around the still house. Lisa and Ben were fast asleep, but Dean was restless. Maybe it was too soon, trying to settle down after Sammy had jumped into Hell. He was content here, sure, but it didn't feel quite right. Dean was getting…itchy. He had sworn he was done hunting, but the need was starting to overpower him.
He had no idea what to do. It seemed like ever since Cas pulled him outta Hell, he was constantly feeling lost. And now, without Sam? Dean flopped on the couch in the living room, letting his head hit the arm rest with a dull thud. He groaned, grabbed his head and closed his eyes. He counted silently to himself, trying to fall asleep. The numbers climbed higher and higher.
He had reached a hundred when he felt his phone vibrating. Dean's first thought was that it was Sam. Wishful thinking. Of course it couldn't be Sam. His little brother, both actually, were dead. Fishing his phone out of his jeans, he shook his head when he didn't recognize the number. Dean answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Dean?"
He frowned, trying to place the voice. It was a strong, female one and he knew the voice, but couldn't recall who it belonged to. "Who is this?"
"Buffy." She cleared her throat when Dean stayed silent. "Buffy Summers?"
"Yeah. No, I remember you. I'm just trying to figure out why you're calling me. Last time I saw you, you threw a knife at me."
"Sorry about that. It wasn't personal. I thought you'd been vamped."
"And it had nothing to do with you seeing me kiss that drunk girl while we were hunting at that party," Dean teased.
"Well…"
"I thought so. So, why are you calling? I kinda doubt you have monster problems."
"I-I heard about Sam and got Willow to track you down," Buffy said quietly. Dean was silent, blinking his suddenly damp eyes. He hadn't actually broken down and cried but he had come pretty damn close a lot lately. "Dean?"
"Sorry. I just-" They listened to each other breathe for a few moments. "I feel-" He trailed off once more.
"Lost," Buffy supplied.
"Exactly."
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
"No. But maybe I'll visit. Where I'm at right now, it's not right. Where are you? Sunnydale?"
"Actually, New Sunnydale."
"What?"
Buffy laughed a little. "It's about a hundred miles from Sunnydale. If you fall into a huge hole, you've gone too far."
"What?" Dean repeated. He was completely confused now.
"I'll explain when you get here. See you soon? Dawnie and the others would be glad to see you again."
"Yeah, I can be there in a couple of days," Dean said. "Gotta wrap some things up here first."
The two said their goodbyes and Dean hung up his phone. He stood up from the couch and stretched his back out, groaning softly. He tensed when he heard the floor creak behind him.
"Dean? Why are you up?"
He turned to face Lisa, forcing his body to relax. There wasn't anything bad here; nothing was going to try to kill him. "Couldn't sleep."
Lisa studied him. "You're leaving, aren't you? Is it about Sam? About what happened?"
Dean shrugged. "Yeah, I think I'm gonna go, at least for a couple of days. Meet up with an old friend. I don't think I'm ready to stay here yet. I need some more time still."
"When are you going? Ben will want to say goodbye."
"Tomorrow."
Lisa ran a hand through her dark hair. She sighed and frowned slightly. "Are you coming back?"
Dean rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged. "I don't really know. I need to figure some things first."
"Why won't you tell me what's going on? You might not have to leave if you just talk about it."
"I can't talk about it right now. I still need to figure out everything for myself before I talk to anyone else." Dean lifted his hands and let them fall against his sides. "I don't know what else to tell you. I can't talk about Sam right now."
"Fine," Lisa sighed again. "If you need to go, go. Don't tell Ben that you're coming back and then not come back," she warned. "I don't want him getting attached to you and then you disappoint him.
"If I can help it, I won't hurt either of you. I don't want to," Dean responded.
Lisa looked around the room, avoiding Dean's eyes. "Fine," she repeated. "Well, if you're going tomorrow, you'd better get some sleep." Dean had moved closer to her and she finally looked into his hazel eyes. She gave him a small, sad smile which he returned. She reached out her hand to hold his. She gave it a small tug to lead him back to the bedroom. His smile turned to a smirk as he followed her.
The next morning, Dean was loading the rest of his stuff in the Impala. Lisa and Ben were standing next to the car and Lisa had her arms wrapped around her son's shoulders. Throwing his last bag into the backseat, Dean turned to face the pair. He knelt down next to Ben. "You take care of your mom, 'kay?"
Ben nodded. He broke free of his mom's arms and hugged Dean. Dean closed his eyes and hugged the kid back. "I'll miss ya, kid."
They let each other go and Dean straightened up to turn his attention to the woman before him. She gave him the same smile from the night before. "I hope you find what you're looking for, Dean."
"Lisa-" he began.
"No, Dean. Anything you say will sound like good bye."
"So, what should I say then?"
"How about, 'see ya in a bit'?"
Dean smiled. "Okay. See ya in a bit." She hugged him and he bent his head to kiss her. Ben shuffled his feet and looked away, even though he was secretly happy. Dean looked Lisa in the eyes. "Bye," he said quietly.
"Bye," she whispered. Both of them knew Dean wasn't coming back. He wasn't the type to settle down and work 9-5. He may want that life, but deep down, he was hunting. And he was only truly himself when he was on a job. He stepped away and Lisa held her son again.
Dean felt for the door handle on the Impala, not wanting to take his eyes off the pair. He maneuvered his body into the car seat and finally took his eyes off of them to turn the key and pull away. He refused to look back toward them because even though that wasn't his life, he wasn't sure he would leave if he caught sight of them again. When he was down the road a bit, he finally looked over to the empty seat beside him. In his mind, he saw his dorky younger brother. He saw Sam pouring over a map, his dark brown hair falling into his eyes as the younger Winchester searched for a job. He blinked and turned his eyes back to the road.
"It's just you and me, baby," Dean said to the car. "But not for long. Maybe that Watcher person of Buffy's can help find a way to bring back Sam." He flipped the stereo on and ACDC's Highway to Hell blasted through the speakers. He finally let a true smile, although it was small, cross his features. As much as he might want to deny it, this was his life. The only thing missing was Sam and he would find a way to get his little brother back. Adam too.
He didn't notice the tall figure leaning against the telephone pole watching him drive away. Brown eyes glared at the Impala as it passed him.
