HI I'LL BE YOUR SLAYER TODAY

By, immortalwizardpirateelf-fan

T-Romance/Action/Adventure/Humor/Supernatural/Drama-English

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Chapter 1

The large Chevy Truck and the black Chevy Impala were parked across the street from the old farmhouse and barn where John was sure that the vampires were holed up and had their nest. As there was no one around they didn't notice the four bodies that exited the vehicles: two tall young men exiting from the Impala, and the older, tall man and younger woman exiting the truck.

The older man, known to many as John Winchester, turned and looked at Buffy, the reincarnation of his dead wife, and said, "I still don't like it that you are here and are going to fight when you're pregnant."

Buffy rolled her eyes as she and John walked around to the back of the truck. "Get over it John, besides, I am the most successful and the longest living Slayer,' under her breath she added, "If you don't count the three months and ten minutes I was technically dead," she looked at John to see if he had heard her and continued in her normal speaking voice, "in recorded history. Hell I've beaten back the First Evil with nothing but a scratch on the arm. Don't be such a worry wart."

Dean and Sam who had been listening to the conversation between…their parents? It still seemed a little weird to know that your mother was alive again. Especially for Sam who didn't have a single memory of Mary except for a couple of months earlier when they dealt with the poltergeist in their old house in Lawrence.

While it may have been a little weird, Sam and Dean couldn't help but laugh at their mom's way of trying to calm their dad down. After all, their dad is not the easiest man to calm down when he's angry or worried. However as soon as Buffy placed a hand on John's arm they were shocked to see him visible calm down and his face relax a little.

If they admitted it, Sam and Dean, once they had accepted that Buffy was the reincarnation of their mother and over the fact that she was twenty-five years old and their dad was fifty-two, had been planning on a way to get them together. And it looked like it would be a little easier than they had thought that it would be.

John sighed as he placed a hand over Buffy's and replied, "I'll try…" he was about to say something else when Dean spoke up.

"Mom, Dad, you guys need a machete?" Okay, and that sounded so weird. Dean thought as he pulled a machete out of the trunk of the Impala.

Buffy looked at Dean, a look of shock on her face which soon made way for a full blown smile. "No thanks love," she said as she pulled out her scythe. "I've got my little baby here."

John shook his head and pulled out his own specially crafted machete with an engraved handle and silver plated blade. "I've got one of my own," he grinned, "but thanks son. Now, you said you wanted to know about the Colt?"

Sam and Dean looked at one another then back to their parents. "Of course," they answered in unison.

Buffy looked from her boys to John, "Don't tell me you're keeping them on a need to know basis," when John didn't say anything to her question, she rolled her eyes. "Damn it! John, they're not your soldiers. They're your sons, and when a leader in our war doesn't share intel, it leads to death. It's not like the Marines."

As Sam listened to his 'mother' rant at his father, he smiled internally. Finally, someone else in the family who agrees with me. It's better to have all of the information when fighting the supernatural than to be kept on some freaking 'need-to-know' deal. It was as if all the years of arguments and the four years at Stanford and he finally had some sort of vindication. After all, who would no more about the supernatural than a slayer and her watcher?

John looked from the boys to Buffy and then down at his feet in thought. He sighed and realized that Buffy was right. If he hadn't kept the boys on some sort of need to know deal, then Sammy probably wouldn't have nearly lost his life to the shtriga all those years ago. He looked up and looked at his family. God has it really been that long that he's said that word…family? John cleared his head and looked at his family once again, and said, "All right, you're right Buffy, I shouldn't have done that. But can we please talk about this, after we get the Colt?" Buffy nodded in agreement. She knew the necessity for the element of surprise.

"Thank you, now according to legend, Samuel Colt wrought a gun especially for a hunter on the eve of the Alamo; with Halley's Comet flying overhead. He also made 13 bullets. The hunter used the gun six times before he and the gun were lost to time," John said as he looped his belt through the machete's case.

Buffy, who had put her scythe in the case that was strapped to her back, grinned and looked at her family. "All right boys, first one to get a vamp gets the shower," she challenged as she stalked towards the barn.

Sam and Dean looked as astonished as their father as Sam asked, "Wait, we're just going to walk in?"

John nodded. "Looks like. Your mother was always one who felt confronting the issue head one was best," he sniggered as he fondly remembered one time when Mary had reamed a store clerk for not packing up some of the items she had bought for groceries.

The three men then quickly followed the sole Winchester woman to the hill over looking the farmyard and they all watched as a late model car….not even close to being kept in good condition, not like Dean's baby, the 1967 Chevy Impala, drove up and a man got out. The four Winchesters watched as a tall, well built, but scruffy and only ok looking man stepped out of the car.

"Sonofabitch! They really aren't afraid of the sun are they?!" Dean commented as they watched three vampires stepped outside of the barn and let the other one inside.

John shrugged as he rose from the ground. "Nope, it only hurts like a bad sunburn and beheading is the only thing that will kill them," he then looked at Buffy. "Anything that your watcher had to add?"

'Not really, just that they are the 'rat' version of vampires," Buffy commented offhandedly as she unsheathed her scythe. There was an evil glint in her eyes as she twirled the scythe in her hands, enjoying the feeling of power that coursed through her. "There are three other types of vampires. Demonic, where the demon ejects the soul of the person and takes over the corpse. There are only two of this kind of vampire whom I know, personally, that work for the Powers that Be and have their souls. There's the Turok-Han, the pure demonic form of vampires and the kind where vampirism is more of an infection, and they have their souls."

Sam, Dean and John looked at Buffy with shocked looks on their faces. "You know two demonic vampires who work for the powers?!" John said in surprise.

Buffy looked a little sheepish, but replied, "Of course. That would be Angelus and William the Bloody…but he likes to be called Spike." As she looked at her family, Buffy gave them her version of the puppy dog look and pleaded, "Now, can we discuss this later, after we clean out this nest?"

John and the boys shared a look before turning back to Buffy and saying, "After we kick some vampire ass."

Buffy groaned mentally. She sooooo did not want to have that conversation. But she knew it was going to be necessary. Oh well, at least she'd be able to work out her frustration and her nerves on the vampires. Hopefully they'd give her more of a workout than the demonic types.