Title: Altogether Just Taken Apart

Fandom: SPN/BtVS crossover

Pairings: Buffy/Dean, Sam/Dawn, more to be added

Word Count: 2400ish

Disclaimer: I cannot take the credit for the wonderful characters of the Buffyverse and Supernatural. That honour goes to my lord and savior, Joss Whedon and my new hero, Eric Kripke, respectively.

Summary: Highschool/College AU, The Summers sisters are best friends with the Winchesters, as well as mishmash of characters from the Whedonverse and Kripkeverse. When Buffy goes to college without Dean, his feelings for her are as unrequited as ever. Not canon obviously, took liberties with age and relations.

A/N: Oh boy, I can't wait to write more for this.

~Buffy and Dean

A long, drawn out sigh came from somewhere over on her bed, and Buffy turned to see Dean, face down into her frilly pink pillow, sprawled across her bedspread. She rolled her eyes and went back to packing books and trinkets into a cardboard box. Another over exaggerated sigh, and Buffy finally turned to lob her stuffed pig at Dean's head.

"Whu-whu-aah?" a muffled exclamation came from her pillow, and he raised his head finally to look at her.

"Sorry, Mr. Gordo has had enough of your melodramatic sounds of frustration." She tilted her head slightly and frowned. Taking a good look at her best friend, Buffy noticed a small hint of sadness in the normally happy and carefree face she had seen every day since they were 15. Both of them 19 now, and with Buffy moving out to go to college, she had been so busy preparing and packing and stressing over it all that she, now slightly angry with herself for doing so, had been neglecting the one person who had always had her back, no matter what.

She crossed her room and sat on the bed next to him, softly placing a hand on his back. He replaced his head into the crook of his elbow and didn't speak. Buffy tapped him lightly and sighed herself.

"Hey, no talky guy. What is up with you?" she leaned forward and stuck her nose into the space between his arm and his cheek. "Something you want to talk about?"

"No thanks, Freud. I'm all good." He said, his halfhearted attempt at sounding cheerful sent a pang of guilt to Buffy's heart. She sat up and crossed her legs, turning to stare at him intently. Seconds passed and they sat in silence, something they had done comfortably many times before, but now Dean felt the hot stare on the back of his neck. He rolled onto his back and propped himself up on his elbows. Begrudgingly, he put on a hard face and stared at her shoulder as he spoke. "Okay, fine. I'm bummed out, man." He wiggled his foot absentmindedly and wished hard that she would stop staring at him.

He had seen that look before; knowing someone for as long as they knew one another and you became privy to their tricks and certain looks to watch out for. Like when Buffy is eyeing the last slice of pizza, she gets this look that makes Dean feel as if he even thought of reaching in for it, she'd take his hand clean off. Or when someone is saying something that she doesn't want to hear, but she's too polite to tell them to go away, a small tick under her eye starts beating that reminds Dean of a cartoon character. He also knew the look she was giving him right now; the relentless stare of a girl who usually gets what she wants, and what she wants is for him to spill whatever he was keeping for her, lest she bore a hole in his skull with her eyes. Sure that she knew his looks as well as he knew hers, he had no chance of hiding his poorly hid anxiety from her.

"We've been living across the street from one another for what, four years now, almost five?" he began slowly, and she nodded in agreement. "I've seen you every day, willing to bet that I've spent more time over here than at my own house." He dropped his eyes as he felt her intense stare soften, and couldn't stand the look of pity and sadness she was now giving him. "And now all that's going to change. You're leaving-"

"For a college in the same state." She interjected.

"Still! You won't be HERE." he said defensively, sitting up on the bed and staring out her window. Memories flooded back to him of sitting on her roof at 2 AM on a warm summer night, and watching as she slid the window open and hopped out to meet him for a night of cruising around town in his Impala. They'd park at the edge of town away from the light pollution and sit atop the roof of his car to smoke cigarettes and watch the stars, often until the sun rose again. That, and all the times he and his younger brother Sam had split paths on the same roof, Dean quietly shimmying the window open and climbing into Buffy's room while Sam made his way to the other side of the house to her younger sister's Dawn's window. Where, Dean was all too sure, that Sam was doing the same thing; crawling into bed next to their best friend, and feeling the calm and peace that only a Summers girl could bring a troubled boy.

"Dean, listen, I am only moving 15 minutes away. You have a car, you can come see me whenever you want!" she smiled, hoping he would return it. "Plus I'll be living with Willow and Gabriel. It's basically like I'm taking my life here and just moving it to a drunker place. I mean, studious. Yeah. Studious." This made the corner of Dean's mouth twitch upward and his heart expanded as a huge, true grin spread across her face. "See, I knew I could get a bit of a smile." She leaned forward and gentled knocked her forehead against his, each pressing their weight into one another in support. "Dean, you're my best friend. You really think I'd forget about you or something?"

"No." he sighed and his dark green eyes met her stormy grey, and they sat like this for a while in silence. Finally, he grabbed Mr. Gordo from beside him and held him up to her face, "But as your best friend I have to insist you do not take a stuffed pig to college with you. That's just really lame."

She grabbed the pig from him and pushed him off her bed, smiling with satisfaction at the loud thump and the cry of surprise he made when he hit the floor.

~Sam and Dawn

THUD.

"What was that?"

"Probably your sister finally jumping my brother's bones." Sam did not look up from the paper he was reading from, though he could tell Dawn was giving him a horrified look. "What? Come on, it's bound to happen sometime, have you see the way he looked at her? They want it."

"You're crazy. They're just friends." Dawn sat, cross legged on her bed, braiding a bracelet out of hemp and colourful beads and every once and a while looked up to Sam, who sat on the bench in her windowsill.

"Guys and girls can't be friends without sex. It's impossible." Sam said, as if reading from a textbook on the subject. Dawn's eyes widened slightly, and she glanced down to her bracelet, avoiding looking at her best friend.

"O-okay Harry. That's silly, of course they can." She said, trying to hide the slight shake in her voice the stemmed from years of concealing an incredible crush for the boy who sat across the room from her. Though she knew nothing could ever happen, Dawn comforted herself with the theory that absolutely no one who met one of the Winchesters ever walked away without a broken heart. Girls practically fell to Sam's feet at their high school, but he paid no attention to any girl except Dawn. She was grateful for their friendship; the Winchesters had moved to California the same time the Summers had, and it was a stroke of luck that their houses basically faced each other on the same street. What was originally John Winchester forcing his boys out the front door to be polite and greet the ladies across the street, turned into a near instant connection between the two sets of siblings. Dean and Buffy being the oldest obviously hit it off right away, though Dawn noticed that Dean looked at Buffy in an almost puppy-dog fashion, while he sister (ever the observant one) seemed to be oblivious to his swooning. Sam was a year older than Dawn, 18 and graduating at the end of the year and headed off to college the same way her sister was. This suddenly made her very sad, and the idea of her sister moving out and the inevitability of Sam moving even farther away (he was very smart, something she admired about him greatly. But it also meant he would most likely be going to a more prestigious school than UC Sunnydale) made her throat feel tight and her heart ache.

"Face it, Sally. It's the God's honest truth." Sam shut his book and sat up from his lounging position. He smiled at her and brushed his long hair from his forehead before stretching his long arms out and above his head, groaning then sighing contentedly. He waked over to the bed and looked down. "Whatcha makin'?"

She held a bracelet in her hands, the brown twine wrapped in an intricate and beautiful spiral, curving around four coloured glass beads in the centre. It was beautiful, and Sam admired her creativity in things like this. Dawn had always been good with artsy stuff, and usually gave homemade gifts for Christmas and birthdays. Sam thought of the navy blanket she had knitted to keep in the back seat of Dean's Impala, and the sparkly silver thread she had used to carefully sew delicate little stars all over it. He thought for sure Dean would turn his nose to such a beautiful thing, but he accepted it with wide eyes and, from what Sam could tell, used it often when he went stargazing with Buffy. She had also decorated a picture frame for Sam with seashells and bits of coloured glass they had picked up at the beach. It sat on his desk at home, a photo of the four of them smiling up at him as he worked on his homework every night. The heart she put into everything she created made each present more special, and Sam both envied and greatly appreciated her talent.

"It's for Buffy. So she won't forget us when she goes to school." Dawn smiled a little sadly, holding the bracelet up, the glass beads glinting in the sunlight. "See, there are four colours. Purple for me, red for Buffy," Sam smiled and nodded at the colour choice for her sister, "green for Dean, cause it matches his eyes," Dawn smiled slightly, "and blue for you." Sam studied the blue bead she pointed to, and saw it was a beautiful mix of light and dark, swirled in the centre almost like a marble.

"What about everyone else, huh? Just the four of us get pretty beads?" he sat on the bed next to her, and she laughed, throwing herself across the bed and reaching under it to pull out a picture frame. It was a beautiful stained glass frame that Sam had no doubt she made herself, and the photo inside made him smile instantly.

It was taken on the front lawn of the Summers house, and the number of faces in the photo would have been overwhelming for most, but to Sam it was almost a collage of his life staring back at him. There was Dean and Buffy in the centre, of course. Buffy pulling Dean into a headlock of sorts and laughing, Dean falling to the side with a look of utter joy on his face. Dawn sat beside her sister, her smile wide and cheesy, and he spotted himself sitting next to her, his hand running through his hair and a laugh on his face. Behind them were two groups of people who, through the Winchester and Summers friendships, had melded into one over the years. Willow, the fiery redhead who was to be living with Buffy at college this year was popping her head from behind Buffy and Dean, her arm around each of their shoulders. Beside her stood Xander, Willow's oldest friend and also one of Buffy's closest, his goofy grin only matched by the one beside him. His arm hung loosely around the shoulders of Gabriel; a member of a family that had been friends with the Winchesters since their mother died when Dean was young and Sam was just a baby. They were also one of the main reasons John Winchester moved his family from Kansas to California. They were basically the only family the Winchester's had, and it was a strange family at that.

The Singer family was a motley crew at best; John's best friend Bobby Singer had gotten custody of three children when Dean and Sam were young. Gabriel was a year older than Dean, and already enrolled in UC Sunnydale. Sam grinned to himself as he noticed Gabe's eyes were closed in the photo (a trademark of sorts, there's always that one guy who blinks every time) though it didn't stop him from placing bunny ears behind Buffy's head. He and Xander, introduced through Buffy and Dean, hit it off right away. They both had ridiculous senses of humour, Xander often sarcastic and silly, while Gabe had a tendency to pull elaborate pranks. The two of them were nearly inseparable, and Sam often thought of them as two pieces to a whole that had finally found each other and could help but always need to be fit together. Gabe was also to be living with Buffy and Willow this year, something he knew both Dean and Xander (who were working at an auto shop and a pizza place, respectively, instead of attending school) were incredibly jealous and sad about.

Beside Gabe in the photo stood two people who, Sam swore if they switched hairstyles he would not be able to distinguish from one another. Castiel and Jo, fraternal twins and the youngest of the Singer clan, stood with arms wrapped around one another, Cas planting a kiss on his sister's smiling face. They only looked alike in facial expression, Sam realized, as Cas had giant blue eyes that were almost unnerving to look at, while Jo had soft, brown doe eyes that would leave anyone in a puddle on the floor. They were his age, and were graduating high school with him this year. He suddenly felt very sad for Dawn, and put the picture down before placing both hands on her shoulders and looking her in the eye.

"Are you okay?" he asked sternly, and he saw her bottom lip quiver slightly and her enormous eyes grow misty.

"I'm going to miss her. I'm going to miss all of you. When you leave…"

"Hey we've got a whole year to think of that. And Buffy's not going far. Jeez, you and Dean are acting like she's moving to Istanbul." She smiled slightly and he ran his thumb across her cheek to catch a tear that had escaped. "He's feeling pretty awful about this all too. Working in a shop isn't exactly what our Dad had planned for him, but Dean isn't exactly the collegiate type now is he?" He sighed and stood up straight cracking his knuckles. "I say we have a farewell party. Or at least get a ton of pizza and invite everyone over. The whole gang, what do you say?"

Dawn smiled up at him and nodded vigorously. She then let out a squeal and her best friend swooped down and grabbed her around the waist, hoisting her onto his shoulder and marching out of the room, all the while yelling at the top of his lungs, "DEAAAAAAN, I'M ORDERING PIZZA. CALL GABE AND ASK HIM IF HE WANTS CRAZY BREAAAAAAD."