Mistaken Identity
A/N: Sorry for the shortness of the chapters, I hope to get more up soon.
Dead. He was dead.
Buffy slowly dropped to her knees, staring almost unseeing at the body lying on the ground in front of her. Part of her knew she should leave. If she was found there…
But she couldn't make herself leave. Merrick had been the only one who had known what she was. What she was meant to do. Buffy didn't know anything. She had just started to really get to know him. They were becoming friends. He was supposed to tell her what to do. He wasn't supposed to get himself killed! He wasn't supposed to leave her alone.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but all around her was quiet. The only sound was the rustle of the trees, litter blowing across the street like tumbleweeds. No one in this area would notice her or the body of her late Watcher and almost friend. No one would mourn him.
Buffy's eyes suddenly registered that they were bathed in the light of headlights from an oncoming car. The car pulled up inches in front of her and the driver jumped out of the car and came straight for her. She looked up, squinting, but was unable to recognize the person due to the glare.
"Buffy!"
Buffy frowned as she thought she recognized her older brother's voice, "Dean?"
She was suddenly grabbed by the arms from behind and dragged away from Merrick's lifeless body. She let Dean pull her away, grabbing on to his arms for support. "What the hell is going on?! Who is that?"
Buffy just looked blankly at Dean, "That's Merrick."
Dean gave her a quick once over. She was all right, but covered in the guy's blood. He frowned at her. She wasn't being herself, something was wrong. Since when was his baby sister involved at a crime scene?? "Buffy, what is going on??"
Buffy looked back to the body on the ground, but Dean held her face and moved it back to face him, "They killed him."
Dean was confused. But they didn't have time for that now. They were at a crime scene, and Buffy was covered in the guy's blood. They had to leave, "We are going to talk about this later. But right now, we need to get out of here. Come on!" Dean yanked off his jacket and wrapped it around Buffy's shoulders, covering her bloodstained cheerleader's uniform. Buffy followed Dean to the Impala and climbed into the passenger's side, before slamming the door. Dean quickly drove away from the scene, making a note to come back later when his sister was safely back at the motel room. He glanced over at her, only to see her staring blankly out of the window. He turned his gaze back to the road with a sigh, wondering just what the hell his innocent little sister had gotten herself involved with.