Hell Mouths and Whiskey

Author – Benaboo

Rating – This one is definitely NC-17

Genre – Horror, Sex, Language and Adult Situations

Characters – Sam, Dean, Buffy, Willow, Dawn and a lot of the characters from Buffy.

Spoilers – Takes place during season 5 of Supernatural, 6 years after Buffy ended, and 5 after Angel ended.

Warnings – violence, some gore, language, and explicit sex

Setting – This takes place at the beginning of January 2010, after the boys go to Wisconsin in Gypsy's, Tramps, and Thieves.

Title – I have no clue, just sounded good and I had no title =)

Notes – I apologize for Sam's POV being longer. This story may have many chapters though since it's a crossover and dimensional so I plan on using all points of view for this. Also this is my first fiction where I'm doing it from each character POV Supernatural and Buffy, so I hope that I get them right and that you readers enjoy wherever I decide to take this one. Don't ask me where I'm kind of making it up as I go along! LOL Some of these chapters will be shorter than others; I just ask that you bear with me while I get my footing as I stumble into writing this. Thank you!

Disclaimer - Sam and Dean belong to Eric Kripke and the Buffy crew belong to Joss Whedon. I'm just borrowing them for a little fun fiction.

Chapter One

Dean POV

"Dean…"

"I know Sammy; I'm driving as fast as I can!" I had my foot down I had my foot down on the pedal as far as it would go. "You know, I'm a bit surprised no cops have pulled us over yet chasing this thing. Have you ever noticed that most times we deal with a God damned skin walker the law always happens to get involved?"

My brother sighed. "Oddly enough, yeah I have. Listen, this is making me nervous. The damn thing looks like Bobby and its leading us on a high speed chase God knows where. If we run out of gas before it does…"

I looked down at my gas gauge. "Fuck" I said out loud, wishing I had filled up at that gas station back in Lawrence; but there was this adorable brunette that was stepping out of a yellow vintage 1970 Boss 302 Ford Mustang, with legs up to her ass and she had on this tiny mini skirt, and wouldn't you know I could see…

"Dean!" Sam shouted at me.

"Crap!" The car I was following made an abrupt left hand turn on a dirt road, and I made the same turn, fishtailing a bit until I could straighten out and speed up again. I was grateful it was the middle of the night in the middle of bum fuck Kansas, less chance of police on these roads, although I knew better than to think that, I didn't need to jinx myself.

I looked over at Sammy. One of his hands was on the dash, the other stuck firmly against the car door. I couldn't blame him for freaking out; we had been doing mostly 90 MPH for the last fifteen minutes. The skin walker we were currently chasing and hunting for the past two days was really clever. It seemed to me that each one of the damn things we hunt was smarter than the last, although I was grateful this one wasn't as crazy as the Pennsylvania Dracula wannabe had been. This one had just lead us on a two state chase from South Dakota, taking Bobby's face for a disguise, although it had killed a couple people in Wahoo, Nebraska, and when I caught up to it I was going to seriously beat it down!

My thoughts stopped suddenly when all of a sudden and out of nowhere came a blinding white light, right in the middle of the road. I heard Sam call my name, panic in his voice, even as I was hitting the brakes to avoid the silver '71 Corvette the skin walker had hijacked in Nebraska. That was the least of my worries though, as the vette disappeared in the light, and I could no longer see it in front of me, because I was slowing down, but not fast enough to avoid hitting it myself.

The last thing I thought was that this was the end, we were gonna die, although the angels would most likely resurrect us…

Sam POV

I didn't remember much. I remembered we were chasing the skin walker, and then the bright light in the middle of the road. I had called out Dean's name, but that was it, the rest was a blur. At present time the car was stopped, and my eyes were closed tightly, and I was wondering if we were dead. That's when I heard my brother's familiar voice from my left.

"Sam?" I didn't answer or open my eyes at first, still pretty sure I was dead, that we were both dead and imagining all sorts of things I would see when I opened my eyes.

A few seconds passed.

"Sammy? Come on! Wake up!"

I finally opened my eyes. Bright sunlight drifted through the Impala's car windows, and it seemed like we were on some dirt road. It still looked like Kansas; sparse shrubbery, wheat fields, and flat plains surrounded us. If I hadn't known any better I would have thought we were on the same dirt road we had been on the night before following the skin walker. It was very strange and I felt my brow furrow in confusion. I finally peeked to my left and saw Dean, and he had the same look of confusion on his face, although he also looked worried at the same time, probably because I hadn't answered him yet. He might actually have been worried that I had been dead, so I turned to look at him and he sighed in relief. I wasn't dead, unless I was dead, but I didn't feel dead.

"You ok Sam?" he asked me.

"I don't know. Do you think we're dead?" I had to ask him, I wanted to hear what he thought.

"I don't think so, I can feel myself breathing, and we're talking in the car. Hell, dude, I don't know what to think right now. All I know is we were chasing that damn skin walker and it was the middle of the night, and a few seconds later, BAM! It's daytime in the middle of nowhere and there's no sight of the vette." He slammed his hand down pretty hard on the steering wheel. "Damn it!" I noticed the car was still running and Dean still had his foot on the brake, and he had wrapped his hands so tightly around the wheel his knuckles were turning white.

"Dean, you have to calm down."

"I know!" He took his hands off the wheel, but the car kept running his foot not moving from the brake pedal either. "So you have any ideas on what just happened? Because I'd be lying if I said I wasn't more than a little freaked out."

I had no clue what was going on, although a thought was playing around in the back of my mind. I couldn't bring up to the forefront and understand it at the moment however, so I answered the best that I could.

"I don't know Dean, there's something I think it is but I can't exactly put it into words right now.

Silence overtook us for a few minutes, as our current situation sank in, and it was a lot to take in. I knew he was right, it had only taken us a few seconds to go through that light, and already everything felt different. Whatever had just happened to us it was huge. There was no denying it.

"Well," I said, breaking the silence. "We can't just sit here. We have to figure out what happened, where we are, and where the skin walker ran off to. We should probably call Bobby."

Dean shook his head yes. "Yeah, Ok, lemme call Bobby." I watched as he pulled out his cell phone and pressed the speed dial for Bobby's number and put the phone to his ear. About ten seconds passed, and Dean spoke with surprise in his voice and a look of shock on his face.

"Hi, is Bobby there?" A moment of silence passed, as I listened to his one sided conversation with the person on the other line. "Bobby Singer, Singer's Auto Salvage? This is his number…" A few moments of silence this time. "Are you sure? Because he's a good friend of mine and he's always been at this number…" And yet another few moments of silence. "Ok. I'm really sorry I bothered you then." Dean flipped his phone shut and pinched his nose.

"What is it?" I asked, worried. Dean let out a breath and looked at me.

"I dialed Bobby's number and some young girl answered. When I asked for Bobby, she said no one lived there by that name and that she had no idea what I was talking about."

"That's not good Dean. Are you sure you hit the right number? Maybe you should call again; it could just be a fluke."

"I didn't dial wrong, but just so you can see, watch me." He held his phone out for me so I could see the display, and slowly scrolled down until Bobby's name was highlighted and hit send. The message "calling Bobby" appeared, and he put the phone back to his ear. Someone picked up a few moments later as he began to speak again, an apology the first thing on his mind apparently. He put the phone down and hit speaker so I could hear this time, and I kept quiet as he talked.

"I'm really sorry to be bothering you, but is Bobby Singer there?"

I hear a sigh and then a young woman that sounded in her mid – twenties answer. "No, I don't know any Bobby Singer. Honestly, is this some kind of phone prank?" She sounded really annoyed, but Dean, he was really smooth.

"What? No! It's not a prank. To tell you the truth, I keep dialing my friend's number and you answer the phone. I thought I might have misdialed at first, but I swear I didn't. I promise you, I have no idea what's going on." Dean's voice came across velvety smooth and honest, and I smiled a little for the first time since the incident.

"Well," the woman said, in a much nicer tone. "Maybe there could be something wrong with your phone. I've heard of some weird stuff happening with phones these days. You should call the phone company and look into it."

My brother responded in kind turning on his charm. "I'm actually gonna do that sweetheart. Look, if it happens again I apologize for future calls. I'm just trying to get a hold of my friend that's all, honest."

The woman let out a laugh, the tension broken. "Its ok, you really do sound like a nice enough guy. I apologize if I came off rude, crank calls just get to me, but I shouldn't have assumed that was what was happening."

Dean chuckled. "Thanks, and I understand. Listen, just in case the phone company asks me, can you tell me what state you're in? I'm not trying to stalk you I swear, I just want to be able to give them as much information as I possibly can."

Smooth Dean, very, very smooth. I could feel my face break out into a grin and shook my head. It never ceased to amaze me how well Dean got women to tell him anything at times like these. I was pretty she would answer his question without any problems, and she didn't disappoint.

"Well, you already have my number. You don't recognize the area code?"

"Uhm I don't know, but I want to say South Dakota." Dean pretended to sound unsure.

She laughed. "You got it."

"Good, I'm glad I was right on something. Thank you so much, and again I'm really sorry."

"Its fine honey, you take care now."

"That I will. Bye." They both hung up and Dean looked at me, threw his hands up in the air, and blew out a deep breath. He was beyond annoyed now, this I knew.

"See what I mean? No Bobby! Want me to try a third time, it might be the charm?"

"Not right this minute, but maybe later just to make absolutely sure. I think right now we should concentrate on where we are and what happened to us, and finding out where the skin walker disappeared to." I knew calling Bobby again wouldn't solve anything right now, and I was pretty sure we wouldn't reach him, but I didn't want my brother freaking out more than he already was.

Dude, is it just me or does this feel like the beginning of a really freaky Twilight Zone episode? You seem a lot calmer than I am right now."

I kept my voice as calm as possible as I spoke. "I would be lying if I said I wasn't freaked Dean, but its not gonna do us any good, or change the boat we're paddling in. We need to stay calm and do our best to figure this all out."

"In that case there's no point in staying here then Sammy. We need to head to the closest town, do some research, and find the shape shifter. I also need gas, so we need to find a service station." I nodded in agreement and Dean let his foot off the brake finally, the car lurching forward and we were on our way down the road.

I still had a nagging feeling at the back of my mind though, the kind that told me I knew deep down what was going on, but it just wouldn't form into a coherent thought. I shoved it away for the time being though. We had work to do.