Hi All,

Just a quick word to let you know when this story is based. Its season 3 of Supernatural and after the events of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Year 2007. Ages are:-

Buffy: 26

Faith: 27

Sam: 24

Dean: 28

This is my first fic so please review and let me know what you think. Thank you!

Life in Cleveland had been inconsistent since the move from SunnyD. One minute they are up to their necks in demony goodness, the next its complete dullsville. Normally, dullsville? Not a bad thing, but being in charge of Slayer Incorporated, it meant paperwork. That, or impending doom. Buffy took a look around her modest office and wondered if impending doom would really be that bad.

"Hey B, what's crackin'?" Faith asked as she flopped in the desk chair directly across from Buffy.

"Weighing the pros and cons of another apocalypse, you?"

"Well, I definitely have something that would interest you," Faith replied with a smile, propping her legs up on Buffy's desk. Somehow after becoming a high ranking, respected member of The Council and The Scooby Gang, Faith still managed to portray the definition of nonchalance. She was still clad in her trademark biker clothing, most of it being tight and/or leather. I wonder if her pjs come in leather Buffy thought with an internal snort.

"Don't leave me hanging, what's the what?" Buffy sat back in her chain, folding her arms underneath her chest.

"You remember me telling you about those total hunnies I met while hunting that Wendigo, back in '05?" Buffy nodded in acknowledgement. "Well I gave them my number in case they ever could use a hand in the slayage, and I just received a call from their boy Bobby, and something big is happening. Like 'could use the head honcho of the scoobs' big."

Buffy snorted "You really think Giles is going to let me just run off to help some huntin' hotties?"

"B, you're the boss, do what you want! Plus, this is kinda the reason why everything has been quiet. All the things that go bump in the night have been keeping their heads down. Apparently someone high on the food chain downstairs has been working real hard on something, something that just exploded in South Wyoming." Faith cocked her head to the side, watching Buffy process all the information just handed to her.

"Bobby wants to know if we'll go on the road with them, lend a helping hand and all that. Things are about to get real dark, real quick and we could really make a difference. I mean, aren't you sick of being stuck behind a desk? I know I am! This isn't what Slayers are for, we should be out there fighting the good fight!"

"I guess Will and Kennedy could handle things here for a couple of months, I mean, they have been in South America for a while now," Buffy trailed off in thought, wondering if she should really be considering leaving her post.

"Look B, the boys are going to be here tomorrow, they just finished up a job in Elizabethtown and will be hangin' around for a couple of days before going off again, just talk to them, sleep on it and we'll go from there." Faith said as she was getting up to leave.

"Faith, wait! If I am going to be riding off in the distance with two guys, you could at least tell me their names"

"Sam and Dean Winchester"

"Sammy, please explain to me why we are even bothering with these chicks?" Dean asked for what seemed like the tenth time, as he turned down the Zeppelin playing on the radio. It had been a long night, and they decided to skip town before anyone started asking questions about the dead townspeople that had been possessed. The lack of sleep was starting to take its toll on Dean's patience.

"Bobby thinks they can help, and if we're gunna be honest with ourselves, we kind of need all the help we can get," Sam replied with a sigh. "I mean you saw what that Faith chick could do! Imagine a whole army of them!"

"That's what worries me, man. I mean, we both know where there power comes from. You can't tell me that doesn't worry you too. Bunch of teenage girls with demon essence, there is bound to be a defect or two."

"Yeah I guess it does, but I don't see how we have much of a choice. This is our fault, Dean. We didn't stop the Gate from opening and now people are suffering. If asking them for help can solve things, than that's what we're going to do." Sam didn't bother explaining his other reason for going to the slayers for help. He knew his brother would be against it, but if they are as well informed as Faith implied, than they might have a way to help his brother out of his deal. He'd need some time to figure out if they can be trusted with the details of their life, and hopefully hunting with some of them will give him the time he needs.

"I don't know, dude. Working with others never seems to go well." Dean replied with a quick look at Sam before turning his eyes back to the road.

"When have we ever worked with others? We've got Bobby and we got Jo and Ellen, and let's be honest, we've never really hunted with any of them. Maybe it's time we try and branch out, because obviously working with just the two of us isn't making much of a difference in the big scheme of things."

Dean stayed quiet for a little while contemplating what Sam was saying. Working with people always sat wrong with Dean. One slip up and someone else's blood could be on his hands. It's hard enough hunting with Sammy, always having that kind of pressure not to mess things up, let alone with people that have their own family waiting at home. Working with the super squad would be different, obviously. Super powers and hunting experience would make them tougher, more resilient. Maybe it's not such a bad idea after all.

"Fine, Sammy. We'll do it your way. Just don't say I don't do anything for ya." Dean replied with a smirk"

"Yeah Dean, you're a real champ."

Dean laughed as Sam rolled his eyes.

"What kinda name is Buffy, anyway?" Dean asked with a snort.