*Disclaimer – UNFORTUNATELY. BTVS & SPN aren't mine.

(Note – chapter 1, especially the beginning is basically a recap that is relevant with some new bits for the supernatural aspect. It's mostly stuff for the Buffy part from bargaining parts 1 & 2 but with a lot changed to my liking and with a bit of Supernatural injected in there. Also for everyone who likes Sam, I WILL BRING HIM IN SOONER OR LATER!)

Sunnydale cemetery, California.

Dean Winchester. January 24th 1979 –May 2nd 2008.

Buffy Anne Summers. January 19th 1981 – April 28th 2008.

Chapter 1 – Bargaining

My eyes sprung open and I inhaled deeply for the first time in what felt like years. The musty stench of the thick air filled my lungs but didn't satisfy and I began to gasp. Panicking I tried to raise my arms from where they were laid by my sides but they were met by a silk like fabric leading onto solid wood just a couple of inches from where my body lay. I kicked my legs and my knee collided with the wood, producing a cracking sound that was almost deafening to me in this unbearable silence. I gasped for more air as my fingers tore through the fabric, clawing at it. Air, I needed air. I didn't know where on earth I was. I didn't care. My vision seemed like it was blurred and everything was so hazy and dreamlike. If I'd had my usual wit about me I'd have made a quip about how much like a nightmare this was, but not exactly the time or place. There was no air at all and everything sounded like it was underwater, even the pounding of my fists against the wood. I could feel the soil sting against my newly blooded and bruised knuckles and as it poured into the space I forced my head into the gap I'd created. I pushed both hands up through the soil and when they finally broke through the grass my head followed, and all I could think was how grateful I was for the fresh air filling my lungs.

I stumbled to my feet, my ears feeling totally blocked and my eyesight hazy but as I turned the sight that lay before me was impossible not to register.

Buffy Anne Summers

1981-2008

Beloved sister

Devoted friend

She saved the world

a lot

I squinted at the stone and repeated the words over and over in my head. Recognition dawned after a couple of seconds and my breathing escalated again. I suddenly felt like I was back underground.

I wandered through the deserted street that was littered with burning cars and debris. Where the hell was I? Was this... hell? My eyesight wasn't improving and the little of the chaos I could see was disturbing enough. So I did what, I think, anyone in this situation would do, Not that many get the chance to experience this, I made my way to the last place I remembered.

Death is my gift...

Buffy ... no!

Dawnie, I have to.

No!

Listen to me. Please, there's not a lot of time, listen...

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"Come on move it, little-bit!" Spike growled at a resistant Dawn as he pulled her by the hand through the grave yard and back towards his crypt.

"Spike, the buffy-bot... I don't want them to..." She trailed off. The young brunette brought her hands to her eyes, roughly wiping them. He turned on her, his leather jacket swirling violently. She expected to be met with a bumpy face and fangs, but was instead met with some understanding eyes.

"Dawn, I know that thing looks like Buffy but it's not her, its metal and wires and hell knows what else. But those demons on wheels are running riot and the only safe place I can think of is my..." Something caught his eye and he stared out in into the grave yard. Dawn tried to follow his gaze but instead opted to supply the end to his sentence.

"Crypt?"

"Yeah," He replied absently. He stalked through the between the headstones to a single slab of granite that read...

Dean Winchester.

January 24th 1979 –May 2nd 2008.

Loving brother and son

No chick flick moments.

"What, you know him?" Dawn inquired, slightly disturbed by Spike's sudden clenching of a fist. Spike nodded slightly.

"His Dad... I had a run in with his Dad once, but I've just got a feeling..." He shook his head, turned back, heading towards where his crypt was located. "No, we've got bigger problems right now."

He chuckled to himself, showing off the hollow and overly defined cheekbones. Dawn tore her gaze away from the grave and began to follow Spike. Just as she did so a hand broke through the ground and the 29 year old yanked himself free of his coffin. Upon hearing the inhuman howl that echoed the two whirled around. Dawn looked up to Spike for some explanation, even instruction but he looked speechless. The 'late' Dean Winchester raised his head. No bumps, no fangs. Dawn could practically see the cogs whirring in Spike's head. The man was dressed in what, under all the dirt, looked like a faded brown leather jacket. Spike swallowed recognising the jacket immediately but decided against letting on to Dawn. A pendant hung from the man's neck and under the jacket Dawn could see a ripped black t shirt stretched over a muscular torso. Her eyes travelled upwards and met the man's hazel green. They showed such a mix of fear, relief, confusion but most of all she could recognise this animalistic nature in them. She could tell immediately that this man meant no harm but it was as if all that had made him human had been eroded away and all that remained was basic human instinct. Of course, this hunter's human instinct when approached was to, first, attack and second, run.

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Buffy drifted further through the streets, reliving past memories as she walked in a clouded haze through the flames and destruction. She knew where she was heading. Knew what she was intending to do but at the moment it didn't matter. This was just a bad dream.

Dawn listen to me. Listen.

I love you, I will always love you.

But this is the work that I have to do.

Tell Giles... tell Giles I figured it out, and I'm okay.

And give my love to my friends.

You have to take care of them now, you have to take care of each other.

You have to be strong...

The blonde's confused thoughts were interrupted by the large and heavy object that knocked her clean off her, already unsteady, feet. Her head hit the pavement, hard and the back of her neck felt wet. She felt a weight lift off of her and opened her eyes to see a black silhouette in a crouching position. Her vision, oddly enough, cleared more than before and she assessed that the bruising on the back of her head hadn't cause too much damage. The figure advanced towards her and the flaming truck to her right light his face up. The contours of his face remaining dark and created an increasingly menacing look. Suddenly there was like a click, first her human instinct kicked in, telling her to run as fast as she could, but at the same time her 'Slayer instinct' kicked in, and harder. Suddenly she felt an overpowering need to fight. Memories from before that conversation with the younger brunette, 'Dawn' who she was still having trouble placing right now, came flooding back in fragments. She jumped to her feet and shot out a punch that collided with the man's right arm. Okay, good so far, she thought as she landed another blow to the guy's lower jaw. The figure staggered momentarily back into the shadow that was created by the broken street lights and the cloudless night that suffocated the scene, but all too quickly rushed back at her, the light from surrounding flames licking up his neck and face and illuminating his wild green eyes, as he pinned her against the brick wall behind. A silence fell, deafening as she struggled against him. He kept her pinned with an arm pressed across her shoulders and neck, a bar keeping her newly bruised skull against the red brick wall. She was forced to look into his intense green eyes. His face was so close that they're noses were almost touching and she felt the cool sting of metal brushing against her lower neck. He kept the lower part of her body pressed against the wall with his own, all except for her right leg which she began to raise, before the sound of motorbike engines filled the smoky air and stopped her dead. His eyes wandered upwards as if trying to see the sound that echoed and her eyes followed his curiously.

Realising he had actually let his guard down with this, her mind becoming clearer and her thinking, faster all the time, she was about to pull his arm down and kick him centre stomach to get away, when without warning he brought his arm down and released her. He bent his knees and Buffy noticed the rips and tears in his dirt covered black trousers and shirt. In fact, for the first time she noticed that bar the leather jacket he seemed in about the right attire for a funeral, and with his dirt covered, everything, her incredibly muddled mind tried to desperately to figure this one out. It was turning out to be an incredibly strange night that made no sense, so why wouldn't it be possible that she wasn't the only one to dig her way out of her own grave that night.

The guy seemed to be quite aware of his surroundings, incredibly aware in fact. In a way that every slight movement or sound resulted in a jerk or frightened look. So when the five screaming motorbikes came screeching around the corner she fully expected the man to run. A lot of her Slayer senses were beginning to reawaken now. Seeing these five, severely disfigured and gruesome looking demons approach, covered with piercings, tattoos, leather and god knows what else, the fear inside her seemed to have ebbed, and as she closed her eyes a more powerful force had begun to take over. When she reopened her eyes however she was met by a sight, she really hadn't been expecting. The man was standing in between her and the five approaching demons. They were armed with chains and metal poles that they'd no doubt ripped off the side of a house while they were looting. They just looked the type. The demons formed a semicircle around the two and Buffy realised that she was still pressed against the wall, she edged closer to the stranger and her mind forgot about all the screwed up things that happened tonight, and got into the fight. She counted three of the demons on her side and her mind began to work on her best shot of taking the first two out quickly. Their mouths moved, forming words which she could only assume were insulting comments, her eyesight was better which helped but everything still sounded kind of muted. One of the demons, this one with long blondish hair scraped into an unruly ponytail, as was his beard, leaned forwards and made a grab at Buffy.

She dodged easily but the man next to her, seeing this as a threat dove at the demon. Although it was a display of protection of her, she really wished he hadn't as now the four remaining demons closed in, forming a tighter circle around her. The largest, and if possible, more scary of the four made his way up to her. He wore a loose black leather jacket with silver studding on the shoulders, over a black and white T with finger less gloves. Eyes that were made up of only red with tiny black dots for pupils started out of his sunken sockets and his entire face was litter with silver piercings. He had a black tattoo in the centre of his forehead that was again scattered with chunks of metal and staples. As the man continued to fight the fifth demon she caught a glimpse of the logo emblazoned on his jacket, Hellions? The 'leader' of the gang was saying something and the other three laughed, the sound was still muffled and she furrowed her brow, trying to work out what it was they were saying. None of that seemed to matter when the leader threw an incredibly powerful fist her way. It struck her hard on the jaw and she stumbled back, chaos ensued, shortly after. The second demon, with a bald head and pixie like ears, but more piercings than any of the others launched itself at her. She raised her leg and her knee made contact with the torso. She threw another punch and swiftly jumped into a kick knocking a second demon off his feet. She glanced over to see that the man was pummelling the same demon into the ground and had now taken a second, the one with the pixie ears. The fourth demon dove at her, this one a bit softer with a thick slice of fat under his chin and hellfire tattoo's down his bald, round head which also seated a pair of black tinted, bike riding goggles. She landed a powerful kick onto the jaw and caught the demon with an arm. She kneed him once between the eyes and then quickly and efficiently snapped his neck. She glanced over to see that the brown haired man, with the piercing green eyes had polished of two of the demons and was gunning for a third. The bodies lay, his two with stab wounds so she assumed he must have a knife of some sort. He made his way to the 'leader' who backed away. He raised his hands and was saying something. It looked like surrender as the demon clambered onto his motorcycle and sped away. She looked over to where the man had been standing moments before but was greeted by nothing but three dead demons. For the first time since she'd woken up she looked down at her hands. They were covered in her blood from breaking out of the coffin and dirt from digging her way out of the ground. She leant back against the wall and slid down it, her vision was blurred again and she could faintly hear someone calling her name.

"Buffy, Its Xander, we're sorry. We... we didn't know... But we brought you back.

Your home now..."

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That is the first chapter of my attempt at a crossover. I apologise for any mistake but it's late so I only ran a quick spell check. This is really just an introduction to a fiction that I think may last a long time as I don't have a set story line. I wanted to see how I could intertwine the Winchesters with the characters in Buffy, hence the spike & john thing. By the by, the first person bit with Buffy at the start was purely because I wanted to write in first person for a change. Red Marsh always gets to and it's not fair as I find it hard to do dean or Sam or someone in first person, so yeah... Also as I do come up with a storyline the title may change so if you do read this and like it, (hopefully) then watch out for that. Okay I'm very tired now so BYEBYEBYE!

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