Author's Notes: Just a few things to clear up before we begin. The timeline is set just a few short months after the end of BtVS S7. Everything else is non-canon, does not follow the storyline of the first season of Supernatural or the events that occurred before and during. Loose references to both shows throughout. Warning, this eventually evolves into femslash (Buffy/Faith), so if that's not your thing, don't say I didn't warn you. This is my first crossover fic with Supernatural. Be gentle ;)


Chapter One

September 5th 2003

The old truck rolled down the narrow road, the driving rain making it nearly impossible to see. The radio had died a few miles back leaving the only sound inside the truck was the crunch of the tires against the gravel road, the sound of the rain pattering against the window shield as the wipers squeaked and squelched.

Faith Lehane wiped her brow as she strained to keep her eyes on the road ahead. Gripping onto the steering wheel, she continued to drive down the narrow, abandoned road. She's been on the road for the last three months, always moving from place to place, never staying in one place for more than a day, two at most. She'd bought the old Ford pick-up off an elderly man about two hours north of Sunnydale, just three days after the fight against the First Evil and the hundreds of thousands of Turok-Han that were down inside the Hellmouth.

She never said goodbye to Buffy or anyone else she'd fought the big fight with. Quietly she'd slipped off into the night, never looking back—she didn't have a reason to just like she didn't have a reason to stay with the others and make the move to the other Hellmouth in Cleveland, Ohio.

It was freeing doing her own thing, moving from place to place, from town to town, mostly avoiding the bigger cities when she could in case the cops were looking for her. As far as she was concerned, she was still a wanted murderer and there she was, always moving, never settling down in one place, never finding that one place to call home, always hiding behind a few false identities with equally fake backstories if there were too many questions being asked about herself.

The old truck shuddered as it came to a slow stop. Faith hit the steering wheel as she checked the gas gauge. The needle was on empty and she cursed under her breath as she turned the engine off.

"Perfect. Just frigging perfect," Faith muttered as she watched the rain hit the window shield. She was miles from anywhere, driving through the back roads of Nebraska, headed to Fremont, chasing after a lead she'd heard in a dusty, dank bar back in Denver of multiple vampire killings there.

Reaching into the back seat, she grabbed her duffel bag filled with her only belongings and just a few weapons. She'd passed a gas station a few miles back before she'd turned down the old, narrow road. She knew she had no choice but to walk back there in the driving rain or she was a sitting duck out there, just another prey for any of the beasts that roamed the dense woods surrounding her. With dusk approaching, she knew she had to move quickly. Vampires and demons she could fight, but she couldn't deal with wild animals. One close encounter with a bear in Montana was more than enough of experience for her.

Thunder crashed as she climbed out of the truck and slung the strap over her shoulder. She pulled her well-worn leather jacket tighter around her as she headed back in the direction she'd come from. Her clothes were soaked through in a matter of minutes and despite the warmth of the air, a chill ran through her body as another crash of thunder rumbled through the sky, so close, so loud it rattled her bones.

Faith picked up the pace, jogging down the middle of the road, getting further and further from her truck and closer to the gas station. Even through the heavy rain, she could see the neon sign up ahead once she'd turned the bend in the road. Breathing out a sigh of relief, she slowed down, walking the rest of the way, shivering as her cold, wet clothes clung to her skin in the most uncomfortable way.

The gas station looked empty, the small hut dark and closed up for the night it seemed. Just down the road there was a small motel and a diner. Shrugging, she pulled the strap back up on her shoulder and headed towards the diner, her stomach leading her there, rumbling as it reminded her she hadn't ate a thing since that morning.

The bell over the door clanged as she strode into the diner, the few occupants inside looking up from their meals over at her. Faith ignored the looks she received as she walked over to the long bar and sat down on the stool, dropping her bag to the floor next to her.

"What can I get ya, darlin'?"

"Coffee, please," Faith replied and she shrugged off her wet jacket.

"Where are you coming from all soakin' wet?" The waitress asked and she placed a mug in front of her and filled it with fresh, hot coffee.

"Ran outta gas few miles up the road," Faith replied as she wrapped her hands around the warm mug. "Is the gas station closed?"

"Yep, for the night. Charlie's boy is sick," she replied. "You must be hungry, darlin'. What can I get ya?"

"The burgers in this joint are the best thing they got," a man said as he sat down near her, just a few stools over. "Get her the house burger with a side of those fries of yours, Maude."

"And what if I didn't feel like a burger?" Faith asked, chuckling as she looked over at the man. He didn't look to be much older than herself and he was handsome in a rugged sort of way. Not her usual type, but he was easy on the eyes and his smile was full of cocky confidence and charm.

"Like I said," he shrugged as he picked up the burger on the plate in front of him. "Burger's here are the best thing they got on the menu."

"Whatever," Faith rolled her eyes and lifted the mug to her lips, taking a sip of the hot coffee.

"Dean," he said as he thrust a hand out to her, still chewing a bite of his burger. Charming. "I'm Dean."

"Faith."

"You live nearby or just passing through?"

"Passing through. You?"

"Same," he said with a short nod. "Business or pleasure?"

"Both," Faith replied with a wink as the waitress placed her plate down in front of her. "I'm guessing you're about to say the same, yeah?"

"Could say that. Now take a bite and tell me it isn't the best damn burger you've ever had in your life."

There was something about him, something Faith couldn't quite put her finger on. She was used to strangers, mostly guys her age, sometimes older, hitting on her and hoping she'd fall for their desperate charm. Dean was different than the other men she'd run into over the past few months. Something about him, the hardness of his friendly blue eyes, told her there was more to him than what met the eye.

Faith took a bite of her burger and moaned softly, the taste of it and all the toppings was absolutely the best thing she'd had in her mouth in a long time. Quickly wiping away the ketchup from the corner of her lips, she smiled at Dean as he moved to sit on the stool next to her.

"Am I right or am I right?"

"It is damn good," Faith nodded.

"Dean!"

She watched him tense as he turned around on the stool to face an older man as he walked up to them. Taking another bite of her burger, she tried to mind her own business as Dean slid off the stool, leaving his meal unfinished.

"What is it, dad?"

"We have a job," he replied quietly. "In Fremont."

"That's a few hours drive from here."

"Let's move."

Dean sighed heavily as he turned to look at Faith. "I guess I'll see you around or maybe not," he said and he grabbed napkin and pulled a pen out of his pocket. He quickly scribbled down a number and handed it to her. "Give me a call sometime, you know, if you want."

"Sure."

Faith turned to watch Dean as he jogged through the small diner to catch up to the older man, his father. Pocketing the napkin with Dean's number, she turned back to her meal, savoring every last bite, trying to take her time as to not draw any unwanted attention to herself.

Faith wondered if it was a coincidence they were both headed to Fremont. A job could mean anything. They could be traveling salesmen, a father/son team, just stopping over for a bite to eat before moving on their way. Trying not to think too much of it, Faith finished off her burger and the fries. When she signaled the waitress over to bring her the check, Maude laughed and said it had already been paid for.

"By who?"

"That nice young man who took it upon himself to order it for you, darlin'," Maude replied, winking as she cleared away the empty plate. "Hey, he also left you these," Maude said when she returned to top up her mug of coffee. She held out a key with a number on the keyring attached to it.

"What's this for?"

"A room in the motel," Maude said, hooking a thumb to her side. "It's paid for for another night. I guess he took it upon himself to leave you the room, seeing as you're stuck here until the mornin' when Charlie opens up."

Huh. What gives? I get a free meal and a free room? Who the hell does that guy think he is anyway?

Smiling at Maude, she picked up her mug and sipped the hot coffee, the chill she'd felt earlier already fading now that she had eaten and had gotten something hot in her. Even her clothes weren't as soaking wet as before. Sitting there for a while, her thoughts kept coming back to him, to the way he smiled at her, the way he winked when he handed her his number like she was just another girl he wanted to pick up for one night only.

Only he was gone and it was doubtful she'd ever see him again or even think of calling him. Who was he anyway? Just another random stranger in a town she was passing through, someone she wouldn't have met if she'd stopped for gas earlier like she should've done.


Early the next morning, Faith was back on the road, tank full of gas and a hearty breakfast to go in a styrofoam container sitting on the passenger seat. She'd had a surprisingly good nights sleep, something that had been rare since she'd left California. The hot water in the shower had been a nice surprise, considering the motel was pretty much a dump, barely passing as a livable space.

Faith had decided as soon as she'd gotten her truck gassed up, she wasn't going to travel down the back roads, they'd only slow her down and she needed to be in Fremont like yesterday.

She tried to keep her focus on the road, the highway itself fairly busy. Yet her thoughts kept coming back around to Dean and his stupid charming smile, his gorgeous eyes and—god what was happening to her? How could one stranger, one random guy invade her thoughts like that? The only ever person that did that to her had been Buffy, but that was in the past and she intended to keep it there.

After a few hours, she was driving down the main stretch in the small town of Fremont. It was quaint, like most small towns, but she could sense the heavy feeling of tragedy that lingered over the town and the people there like a dark cloud. The only motel in town was booked solid, but the manager there had been nice and gave her directions to a nearby bed and breakfast that had a room available.

Faith parked her truck on the street in front of the modest looking house, the only sign that it was a bed and breakfast was the small sign on the front lawn. She grabbed her bag and climbed out of the truck, breathing in deeply as she slammed the door shut and made her way up to the front door. She didn't have a lot of cash on her and she hoped what she did have would buy her the room for at least two days so she could get to the bottom of this vampire problem that plagued the town.

An old lady sat behind a wooden desk, perked up when Faith walked through the front door. She was sweet and soft spoken, showing Faith to her room after she paid for it for two nights with the last of her cash. She had no idea what she'd do for food, for smokes, or even gas to get her to the next town, but like always she knew she'd figure it out. She always figured it out, one way or another.

"Supper will be served at six," the old lady, Amelia, Faith had learned, said as she motioned to the clock on the wall in the hallway. "It's pork roast, potatoes and vegetables fresh from the garden. Do be prompt, dear."

"Sure, thanks."

"Are you in town for the funeral?"

"Pardon?"

"The funeral for those young college students that were murdered here in town not even just a week ago, God rest their souls. It's tomorrow morning."

"Uh, yeah, yeah," Faith nodded. "Just thought I'd pay my respects."

Amelia nodded and left her alone in her room, shutting the door quietly on her way out. Faith tossed her duffel bag on the small, single bed and groaned as she ran her fingers through her hair.

She had two hours before six o'clock rolled around and that meant she had two hours to do some much needed research on the town, on what they thought was the motive behind the murders. She needed to find a pattern, clues as to where these vampires were hiding out during the day. The college students that Amelia mentioned, they had been the latest victims, but Faith knew there'd been more since then, more that the people in town had no idea had been killed. Yet.


The night was approaching fast as Faith made her way through the cemetery just a quarter mile outside of town. Hours of research had led her there, the only known place in town where a nest of vampires could hole up without alerting the townspeople of their presence. From the evidence she dug up on the slain college students, there had been six of them with bite marks on their necks the authorities called "puncture wounds from an unknown weapon or utensil". It meant that there were at least six vampires, maybe a few more. It wasn't anything she couldn't handle on her own, she'd just have to play it safe, lure a few to her at a time and hope to hell there weren't any more than that.

Lighting a cigarette, Faith perched herself on top of a wide, thick headstone and watched as the last rays of sunlight disappeared beyond the horizon. A smile curled over her lips as she felt those familiar tingles run through her body. Vampires were near and they were headed her way. Taking one last drag of her cigarette, she flicked it to the ground and hopped off the headstone, turning around slowly as she heard footsteps approaching her from behind.

"Whoa!" Dean said, sounding as startled as Faith felt. "What are you doing here?"

"About to ask you the same thing."

"It isn't safe here," Dean said quickly as he moved to grab her arm, a move she quickly deflected. "Come on, it's not safe. Get out of here, Faith."

"Why don't you mind your own business, Dean? I can handle myself."

Faith turned to walk away from him, not wanting to deal with him at the moment. She didn't even want to think about why he was even in the cemetery to begin with. She headed down the gravel pathway, the stones crunching under her boots as she picked up the pace, hoping she'd lose him if she moved quick enough.

"I told you I can—"

Faith was knocked to the ground by a vampire twice the size of her. She'd expected Dean and in return all she got was a vamp, looking for dinner. Leaping to her feet as she recovered quickly from the unexpected blow to the face, she charged at the vampire, taking him down within a matter of seconds. Every blow to his ugly face had her feeling more revved up, wanting a good fight just to blow off some steam.

The vampire beneath her groaned weakly as she stood up and grabbed him by the front of his tacky leather jacket. Hoisting the vampire to his feet, she glared at him, daring him with her eyes to fight back.

"Slayer—"

"Don't tell me," Faith chuckled as she moved her hand to his throat and gripped tight. "You're going to tell me how much you want to drink my blood, suck the marrow from my bones, etcetera, etcetera. I'm shaking in my boots here, buddy."

The vampire, even with his bloody, swollen face, looked confused as Faith raised a cocky eyebrow at him. She didn't give him another chance to attempt at making a move at her, cracking a hard punch to his already damaged face. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Dean as he ran towards her and the vampire, but she focused solely on the vampire as she pulled her stake out from inside her jacket and thrust it hard into his chest.

As the dust fell, she heard the growling of other vampires, three at least, closing in and fast. She looked over at Dean, wanting to yell at him to get out of there, but she stumbled back in surprise when she saw him holding his own against a vampire his size, snarling and swiping at him, every move the vampire made, easily deflected with the grace of a seasoned fighter against evil.

"Yo, watch your back!" Faith yelled out as two other vampires approached Dean from behind.

Faith spun around to deal with the three that were closing in on her, dusting two with ease before facing the third one, a woman. Chick vamps were always harder to fight. They fought dirtier, harder than their male counterparts, but it was always a fight Faith welcomed because it challenged her as a slayer, because it made her a better fighter in the end.

With the third vampire dust at the end of her stake, she found herself back to back with Dean, a half a dozen—maybe more—vampires now surrounding them. She'd severely misjudged how many vamps were in town and now she was mentally kicking herself for not being more prepared to take on more than enough vampires on her own.

"New plan," Dean said as he motioned towards the partially open gates at the entrance. "We get the hell—"

"Outta dodge," Faith finished. "Good plan."

"On three?"

"Now," Faith said as she took off running, leaving Dean standing there alone. He caught up to her quickly and they ran out of the cemetery and out to the dead end road. Faith's truck was parked nearby and a black Impala, vintage, was parked just down the road. Glancing back, Faith came to a stop and glared at Dean as he panted heavily, stopping to stand next to her. "What the hell?" Faith asked him as she shoved him away from her.

"What?"

"What the hell are you doing in a cemetery fighting vamps like that? Are you on a suicide mission or something?"

"About to ask you the same thing," Dean replied, mirroring her words from earlier. "How about we just get outta here and we'll talk?"

"We'll do more than talk. You've got some explaining to do."

"So do you."

With a frustrated huff, Faith yanked open the door to her truck. "Meet me in half an hour at the burger joint in town."

"Carl's?"

"Yeah, there. Half an hour."

"I ain't the only one who has some explaining to do," Dean muttered as Faith slammed the door shut and slid her keys into the ignition. "Half an hour!"

Faith ignored him as she sped away, watching in the review mirror as Dean climbed into the Impala and followed her, leaving the remaining vamps behind.


Faith stared at Dean as they sat in a quiet booth in the corner of the small burger joint. They were the only customers and the only waiter had left them alone after they ordered some food. Faith hadn't touched her order, yet Dean looked like he was heaven with every bite of the burger he took, chewing noisily as he stared her down.

"So, explain," Faith said pointedly. "What the hell were you doing out there?"

"What were you doing there?"

"I asked you first."

Dean groaned and he reached for his bottle of beer and took a few sips before he leaned back in the booth and tried to relax. "I was doing my job."

"So was I."

Laughing, he leaned forward and looked at her like she was crazy. "A scrawny little thing like you? Fighting vampires?"

"It's what I do."

"It's what I do too, only my work isn't limited to vampires."

"Neither is mine, but it's a strong front runner in the fight against evil," she said in a hushed whisper so the waiter wouldn't overhear their conversation. "And I'm not scrawny. Are you blind? This body is the very epitome of sexy, not scrawny."

"Point is, you barely look strong enough to fight," Dean said quietly. "So, what are you, some kind of superhero?"

Faith laughed as she picked at the label on her bottle of beer. She never just told anyone she didn't know who she was, what she did, but after seeing Dean hold his own against the vampires in the cemetery, she knew he wasn't just anyone. She picked up a fry and ate it slowly, her usual appetite after slaying just wasn't there.

"So?" Dean said as he looked over at her. "What are you? Are you a hunter?"

"A what?"

"A hunter," Dean replied and she shook her head.

"A slayer," she said. "I'm a slayer."

"A what?" Dean asked, looking more confused than ever. She didn't say anything and he took another bite of his burger before dropping it back on the plate. He looked deep in thought as he chewed slowly and never once took his eyes off of her. "You're a slayer? I thought they were just a myth."

"No, not a myth. Very real and there's thousands of us now."

"Huh," Dean muttered as he scratched the back of his head. "How come I've never run into any of them before?"

"Well, it's not like we go around telling people who we are."

"And I'm an exception?" Dean asked, flashing a cheeky grin her way. Faith rolled her eyes and gave a little shrug. "If you ran into me, say here instead of in the cemetery, you'd never would've told me who you really are, would you?"

"No."

"So, tell me, Faith, what are you doing here?"

"Heard about the killings, came here to take care of it. What about you? Wait, don't tell me, you're here for the same reason I am right?" Faith asked and he nodded. "So, you and your dad go around the country, dealing with all these things. Is it like a family business or something?"

"These "things" are jobs," Dean replied. "And yeah, it's kind of a family business thing."

"It's just you and your dad?"

"Usually."

Faith was getting the feeling that Dean wasn't much of a sharing type, like herself. Leaning back in the booth, Faith sipped her beer and wondered where she'd go from here, already thinking of the next place she'd go, the next "job" she'd deal with. She knew there was a highly likely chance that after tonight, she and Dean wouldn't cross paths again.


November 28th

"Son of a bitch!" Faith yelled out as the overweight vampire's fist caught her off guard. Spitting out a mouthful of blood, she turned to face the vampire, anger seething through her as she pulled out her favorite stake from the inside of her jacket. "I'm gonna kill you, you fat fuck."

The vampire let out a disgusting growl as it lunged forward at her. She'd been tracking this one single vampire down for days, going from town to town all over the south, finally finding him holed up in an abandoned house a mile outside of New Orleans. Usually, she didn't relentlessly hunt down just one single vampire, but this one had killed an entire orphanage in a single night, draining twenty-seven kids dry within a matter of hours.

It hit her where it hurt most, her soul, and she was determined to kill the vampire responsible for killing those innocent kids.

"I bet you taste as good as those little kiddies did," the vampire sneered as he licked over his lips. "I bet you taste even better, slayer."

Even for a vampire as large as he was, he sure could move. Faith ducked out of the way of his heavy fist and tried to swing her legs under his to throw him off balance, but he barely budged and she groaned, feeling like she'd just kicked a damn tree. The vampire grabbed her easily and threw her against the wall, plaster and wood raining down on her as soon as she'd slid to the floor. Coughing, she stood up, a little unsteady on her feet, sheer determination to kill the bastard the only thing keeping her going.

A loud bang coming from the front of the house startled the vampire just long enough for Faith to gain the upper hand on him, using his distractedness to her advantage as she roundhouse kicked him in the back. The floor shook as he landed face first and she knew from the way he rose back to his feet that she had seriously pissed him off even more.

"Faith?" Dean said as he ran into the room. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Taking care of this asshole," Faith replied as she gripped on her stake, her eyes not leaving the vampire as he slowly turned around. "I don't need to ask what you're doing here, do I?"

"Need a hand?"

"I can deal."

Faith charged at the vampire, but not before she winked at Dean. The vampire looked confused that someone else had joined the fight, but Dean wasn't fighting, he was watching as Faith pummeled the vampire until it was on the floor, barely moving, hands grasping but falling short of grabbing on to Faith. She hit him hard, square in the middle of his face before she plunged her stake into his fat, thick chest.

The vampire laughed as Faith stumbled back, fully expecting for him to have turned to dust by now. He glanced at the stake protruding out of his chest and he pulled it out, barely even blinking past the blood that tricked down his forehead.

"Did you really think this puny thing would've killed me? Stupid girl."

The vampire crushed the stake, her lucky stake with his hands. Faith huffed, angry but not stupid as she quickly scouted the empty room for something she could use to kill the bastard already.

"Here," Dean said, whistling to get her attention. He threw a sleek looking dagger her way and she noticed right away it was covered in blood.

"This ain't gonna kill him, Dean."

"Yeah, it will. Just get it done and I'll explain later."

With a shrug, Faith turned to the vampire and grabbed the front of his sweat-stained t-shirt. She plunged the dagger into his chest and pushed him away, sliding the dagger out as she watched the vampire clutch helplessly at his chest. Faith watched curiously as the vampire collapsed against the wall, still clutching at his chest as he slumped to the ground. His head lolled lifelessly as his hand fell away from his chest and that was it. No poof, no dust, just a body, far more undead than it had been moments before.

"What the hell?"

"Different breed of vampire than what you're used to fighting, staking them won't kill them, just slow them down a little," Dean replied and he took his dagger back from Faith. "Dead man's blood does the trick, doesn't matter what you stab it with just as long as it's coated in dead man's blood."

"Well damn, you sure learn something new every day, don't ya?"

"More than you know," Dean replied. "Didn't expect to find you here, but then again, when I heard about the vampire that killed those kids, I should've known you'd pick up on that trail too and that I'd find you here."

Faith had honestly never expected to see him again. They shared similar lives, tracking down evil and taking care of it the way they did best, by killing them. But they were two different people, she was a slayer and he was a hunter, their worlds similar but not.

"Can we go somewhere and talk?"

"Didn't we do that back in Nebraska?"

"We did," Dean replied and he gestured for Faith to leave the room first. "But we didn't talk about the right things, the things we should've talked about. There is a lot you don't know about the world out there, Faith. You think you know, but you have no idea. What you've seen is only just the beginning. I get that you're a slayer, but evil isn't what it used to be, not for you and not for me. Our worlds, they've collided."

"And let me guess, the only way we're gonna survive it is if we go and fight evil together?"

"My dad, he's gone off on a job, alone. My brother, Sam, he doesn't know and I doubt he even cares. I'm all I got right now and I know you're out here on your own. I ain't asking for much, just a partner for a little while. What do you say, Faith?"

"I think we oughta go somewhere and talk."