Detroit, Michigan
It was five am, and Dean Winchester had just gotten up. He paced along the floor, stroking his chin. He needed to find a way on how to close Hell's doors forever, and unless Kevin could find the tablet, there was no way they were gonna do it. They needed help, and Dean knew it. On who, they had no idea.
"Hello, Dean." as Dean heard this low and husky voice across the room, he jumped and turned. Of course, it was no other than Castiel, the angel that had saved their asses many times.
"Cas. You need to learn to not pop up everywhere." Dean sighed.
"Sorry." he apologized.
"Nah, it's fine. What have you got?" Dean said as he walked over to where Castiel was sitting.
"I think I have found out who can help us close the gates of Hell." Castiel announced. Sam was just waking up, and he rubbed his eyes.
"Who?" Sam asked.
"The slayer." Castiel gleamed. Sam and Dean's eyes widened.
The slayer was a bedtime story that their father had told them before they went to bed. Dean had just thought it was a story to make Sam and Dean respect women. I mean, come on. One girl in every generation is chosen to become a slayer, and she is given strength and skill to kill the vampires and other demons? It wasn't believable, but then again most of the things they did weren't believable to outsiders.
"The slayer? I thought she was a myth." Dean raised his eyebrow.
"On the contrary. She lives in Sunnydale, California."
"Sunnydale?" Dean said, disbelievingly, "Isn't Sunnydale the place that always has something going on? Monsters and stuff?"
"It is on a Hellmouth. A gate into hell. Mystical energy radiates from there constantly." Castiel started to walk up to the tv, looking at the tv guide that the motel had.
"So, what are we gonna do? Just go up to the slayer and say, 'Hi, you're probably busy with all the shit you have to deal with, so can you help us with our shit?'?"
"Not worded exactly like that, but yes." Castiel nodded. Dean sighed as he picked up his jacket.
"Well, if we're gonna get there by afternoon we better go now." Sam smiled and walked out, as Castiel disappeared. Already heading out.
Sunnydale, California
"How're you holding up there, Xand?" Buffy chuckled. Xander laughed weakly, as he was in a padded suit, taking punches from Buffy.
"I'm, uh, holding." he replied.
"If the world is gonna end, I might as well be fit for when I'm gonna fight it." Buffy said determinedly, and shot two more punches into Xander's chest.
"Haha, oh, okay. Um, can we just... you know... sit down for awhile." Xander sighed, as he sat down as best he could with the big sumo-suit on.
"Holy crap, it's 3:00pm. You want some lunch?" Buffy asked. Xander nodded his head, so she smiled and headed to the kitchen. As she was making the sandwiches in her house, she looked back to the backyard and smiled. Willow had made her way to the backyard to see Xander, and they were laughing. They had always been best friends, and would always be. They went through huge amounts of crap together, but that's what made them so close. They fought, but they always made up. Making them the closest friends on the planet.
Just when Buffy was about to take the two gourmet peanut butter and jelly sandwiches out, the doorbell rang. Buffy set the sandwiches down on the counter, and walked up to the door. She opened it, expecting to see Dawn, or Faith, or someone that normally stops by. Instead she sees three men. One in plaid, another in a jacket, and one in a beige trench coat with a blue tie. They were all good looking in Buffy's opinion.
"Hello?" Buffy asked more than greeted.
"Hi, I'm Sam, this is Dean and Castiel." The one with the jacket stated. Buffy was confused, normally strangers didn't just knock on your door and say who they are.
"I'm Buffy. Look, I'm not mormon. I never will be. So if that's what you're here for-" Buffy was about to close the door in their faces, but Dean stopped her by placing his foot in the door.
"We're not mormon either." Dean gave her a half smile, and she raised an eyebrow.
"What do you want then?" Buffy looked around.
"We know you are the slayer, and we need your assistance." Castiel said bluntly. Buffy stood there, stunned.
"Cas! Sorry, he's new. But what he said is entirely true, right, Buffy?" Dean said hopefully.
Buffy looked around, and ushered them inside. "Who are you guys, and how do you know?"
"I am an angel of the lord." Castiel said. Buffy was starting to get creeped out.
"Yeah, Cas." Dean rolled his eyes.
"Okay, what the hell is going on? An angel of the lord?" Buffy asked, bewildered.
At that moment, Xander came in to see why the sandwiches were taking so long. He saw Dean, Sam, and Castiel. He backed up, and looked at Buffy. "Buffy, who are they?" he asked, suspicious.
"Apparently Dean, Sam, and Castiel." Buffy sighed.
"Castiel? What kind of name is Castiel?" Xander laughed. Castiel through a sharp look at Xander, stopping Xander's laughter.
"They also know I'm the slayer." Buffy said, as she checked them out constructively.
Willow had followed Xander, and was standing beside him, "How do you know?"
"Cas knew, and he told us. Look, we really need your help." Dean sighed.
"With what? Combing your hair?" When Buffy looked at them, she didn't see warriors that had been through horrible things that could put you in an insane asylum. She just saw pretty boys who think they know something about the supernatural.
"No, the apocalypse." Dean said, as he looked at Buffy challengingly. Buffy tilted her head, surprised that Dean even knew that word.