Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, own neither Buffy or Supernatural. They both belong to their respective geniuses, Joss and Kripke. I'm just borrowing them for a little while for my own entertainment. The plot bunny belongs to winchestersgirl, as it's based on her "Recently Resurrected Buffy Jumps Dean" challenge at I had no idea that this story was going to be so popular! It was just a little something I whipped up in an hour after reading winchestersgirl's challenge at to the voice of, dreaming.sapphire, cRiMsOnGoDdEsS01, Kriti, hiphopdaze, and magicisagift for your reviews of encouragement! I'm so glad that you're enjoying this little story so far, and I hope that you continue to enjoy it:)

Allen Pitt: They probably will realize that her body's missing, plus I added a small scene in which Buffy sees them, but I won't be concentrating on the Scoobies, as the story is from Buffy's POV, so I'm not sure whether or not I will address this issue. I guess we'll have to see!

Sabryna: The best you've ever read? DAMN now that's a compliment! I'm so glad you're liking it so far and hopefully this chapter will be up to par!

Victoria87: Although I did like Buffy with Spike, I like her with Dean so much better! I'm glad you think the same thing! I haven't decided on Sam's reaction with them as a couple, but I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. I don't know if I'll write a OMWF with the boys because I'm not that creative, and I'll probably follow the SPN storyline more than the Buffy storyline, if I include any of the Buffy storyline at all! Glad you're liking it so far!

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Just as a heads up, the next chapter will start with a SPN episode. I won't be doing all of them, as this fic will be FAR too long, but I'll be picking the ones that I like best. I'm open to suggestions if anyone wants a particular episode written. I'll probably stick to the transcripts because whenever I watch SPN, I think "what would Buffy do if she was there?" and it'll entertain me greatly to do that.

But anyways, enough jabbering, on with the story:)

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Buffy continued to stare out the window, not really seeing anything, as her warm breath left small puffs of condensation on the cool glass. The sounds of Blue Oyster Cult, which Buffy recognized from one of the times that Spike had taken control of the radio at the Magic Box, played softly as Sam and Dean whispered between themselves, keeping their voices low so as not to disturb her. However, that didn't do much good, as she could every single word due to her Slayer hearing. A few minutes later, they pulled into the parking lot of a seedy, rundown motel, the kind that men go to late at night to screw their mistresses, and parked in font of the main office. Dean turned off the car and got out, heading to the front desk to get a room, while Sam exited the Impala and opened the rear door, holding out a hand to Buffy to help her out. Taking his hand reluctantly, she stepped out of the car, looking around as he closed the door and got two duffel bags out of the trunk. A second later, Dean reappeared, gesturing for her to follow him, and led her to the door to room number 12. Giving him a small smile as he held the door open for her, she entered the room, her eyes sweeping over the room and taking in two beds, a couch, a television, a table, and a couple of weak looking chairs. Dean flicked on the light and Buffy winced, blinking a few times to help her eyesight adjust to the sudden brightness.

"Do you want to take a shower?" Turning her head to the side, she found Sam standing beside her, looking down at her with concern. Tearing her eyes away from his, she looked down at herself, noticing that she was covered from head to toe with dirt, and her hair was matted and dirty, hanging in her face. She slowly nodded, and Sam smiled, gesturing in the direction of the bathroom. "Go ahead, I'll be in a few minutes to give you some clean clothes. Don't worry, I won't look." She forced a small smile and took a step toward the bathroom, only to be called back by Dean.

"I'm going to go get something to eat. You want anything?"

"Yes, please." Her voice was was still quiet and rough from the lack of use, but he seemed to have heard her.

"Want anything specific?" Buffy shook her head, and he nodded before taking the keys from Sam, who had moved to the other side of the room and deposited the duffel bags onto one of the beds, and exited the room, closing the door softly behind him. With one last look at Sam, Buffy walked into the bathroom, closing the door but not locking it. Stepping up to the mirror, she bought a hand to her face, running it down her cheek before tangling it in her hair. Looking into her own eyes, she saw a blank, vacant look and forced herself to turn around, slowly stripping off her long black dress, underwear, and bra. Reaching behind the curtain, she turned on the water, not caring what temperature it was, before stepping into the tub and drawing the curtain closed.

Letting the hot water wash over her body, she let her head drop against the hard tile, feeling all of the emotions she was feeling bubbling to the surface. Dropping to the floor of the tub, she curled into a tiny ball, her eyes filling with tears, unable to stop a loud sob from tumbling from her mouth. All of a sudden, she felt a strong pair of arms wrap around her and pull her out of the tub. Looking up through her tears, she saw that Sam had pulled her into his lap and was holding her against his chest, running his hands over her back and through her still-tangled hair. Letting herself collapse against his muscled chest, she let the tears flow, completely uncaring about her nakedness. The two stayed like that for a while before Buffy's tears tried up and her sobs reduced to soft hiccups. Looking up from the position of her cheek pressed against the blue cotton of his shirt, she gave a shaky laugh, bringing a hand to her eyes to wipe away the tears. Realizing that a man she had met mere hours before was holding her, naked, to him and she was dripping onto his clean, dry clothes, Buffy jerked away, covering herself with her arms.

"I'm sorry, I-..."

"Don't worry about it," he said softly, standing and helping her off of the floor. "I brought you a t-shirt and boxers." He gestured to a small pile of clothing perched on the closed toilet seat. "It's not much, but..."

"Thanks," Buffy said softly, taking a step toward the shower.

"No problem. I'll let you finish your shower." With that, he exited the room, averting his eyes like the gentleman he was, and closed the door softly behind him. Giving a sad smile, Buffy stepped back into the bath, quickly washing the dirt from her body and hair, and untangling her brown locks with her fingers. Turning off the water and stepping out of the tub, she grabbed a fluffy, white towel from the shelf above the toilet, drying herself off before wrapping it around her head to soak up the moisture from her hair. Grabbing the black t-shirt and red boxers from the lid of the toilet, she pulled them on before bending down and flipping her hair over her head, drying it with the towel. Hanging the wet towel over the towel rack, she glanced at herself in the mirror, sadly taking in her pale skin and gaunt features, before opening the door and stepping into the main room.

"Hey." She looked over to see Dean and Sam sitting on one of the beds, Dean holding half a burger and Sam with a fry shoved in his mouth. She gave them both a small smile before walking over and settling herself on the very edge of the empty bed. "Feel better?" asked Dean, handing her a burger and carton of fries, which she took hesitantly after a brief pause.

"Yeah, much." She looked down the food in her hands before once again looking into his beautiful green eyes. "Thanks. For the food."

"Ah, don't mention it," he answered through a mouthful of burger, gesturing for her to make herself comfortable. Giving him a nod in response, she looked back down at the burger and fries but made no move to eat them.

"Let's, uh, get you patched up before you eat that?" She glanced up to see Sam on the other side of the room, digging for something in his duffel bag before he walked over to her with a bottle of antiseptic and a few bandages in his hand. "May I?" He gestured toward her hands, and after her small nod, took her food from her hands and placed it on the nightstand before taking her right hand in his. Soaking a cotton ball in the antiseptic, he started dabbing at her torn knuckles and the cuts on her hands, watching her face for any sort of emotion. Nothing. She didn't even wince. He taped the bandages over her hand, he turned his attention to the other one, giving it the same treatment. "There, all done." He gave her a soft smile that she forced herself to return and dropped the supplies back into his bag before returning to his place on Dean's bed.

Scooting up to the headboard of her own bed, she grabbed the burger off of the nightstand and bit into it, not really tasting it but feeling like she should eat it since he went through all the trouble to get it for her. Finishing her burger after another few bites and quickly polishing off her carton of fries, Buffy leaned back against the headboard, closing her eyes and thinking over the events of the night. She opened her eyes to see Dean staring at her, but he quickly averted his eyes when he realized he had been caught. Letting out a small yawn, she felt her muscles starting to ache from lack of use and the exertion of killing all the hellions. Sam must have noticed her tiredness, as he stood up, gathering up the trash from their meal and tossing it into the trash. Following his movements through heavy-lidded eyes, she watched as he grabbed the comforter and a pillow from Dean's bed, walking over to the couch.

"You don't have to sleep on the couch," said Buffy softly, her head sliding a little further down the headboard in sleepiness. "You can have the bed."

"Nah, it's alright," he said, giving her a smile. "You look like you could use it more than I could." She looked over to see that Dean had kicked off his shoes and socks and had already crawled into bed, kneading the pillow so that it was more comfortable. He looked at her and gave her a half smile before laying his head down on his pillow. Looking back over at Sam, she saw him flick off the light before crawling onto the couch and covering himself with the blanket. Not wanting to move but needing to get under the covers, Buffy stood up, pulling the covers back before slipping between them, snuggling her face into the pillow. "Night Dean, Buffy," she heard Sam call, and then Dean answering in a tired voice.

"Night," she whispered, having to wait only a second before the events of the day and the shock of being brought back from the dead caught up with her and sleep overtook her.

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Buffy opened an eye to see the sun shining through the window on the other side of the room. Squeezing her eyes shut, her eyes still not used to the harshness of bright lights, she opened them again after a few seconds, blinking a few times as her eyes adjusted. She was lying on her stomach with her face pressed into the pillow, and broadening her senses, heard that the shower was running and that she was the only one in the room. Sitting up and swinging her she jumped when the front door opened and Dean walked in, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans and carrying a few bags and three cups of coffee.

"Morning." He flashed her a bright smile and walked over to her bed, handing her a cup of coffee and dumping the bags onto the foot of her bed. Buffy tilted her head and stared up at him, feeling the hot coffee warm her hands. "I got you some stuff... I didn't know your size, but hopefully it'll do until we can get something else."

"Thanks." She forced a small smile and took a sip of her coffee. It was hot. Black. No cream or sugar. She had never really been a coffee drinker. She swallowed the bitter liquid without really tasting it before placing it on the nightstand and pulling the bags toward her. Looking across the the room, she saw that Dean had sat down at the small table and was typing away on a laptop with what looked like a journal next to him. Opening the bag, she saw a pair of jeans, black tank top, boots, a pair of socks, and simple black underwear. The door to the bathroom opened with a puff of steam, and Sam exited, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, running a towel through his shaggy hair.

"Oh, hey," said Sam, giving her a smile and taking a cup of coffee from Dean. "Feeling better?"

"Yeah, a little," she said, managing half a smile.

"Dean got you some clothes? That's uncharacteristically nice of him." Dean gave him a look, and Sam rolled his eyes. "Here lemme check your bandages." He walked over, but Buffy's eyes widened and she shook her head. She knew that her wounds would probably already be healed, and she didn't want them to find out about her secret quite yet.

"No, it's fine... I-..."

"Nonsense, c'mere." Sam took her hand gently in his and ripped the bandage off, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion when he took in the state of her cuts and scrapes.

"What the hell?" asked Dean, peering over Sam's shoulder and taking in Buffy's wounds. "They're completely healed!" He grabbed her other hand, sidestepping her attempt to snatch it back, and tore the bandage off. The cuts on that hand were completely healed as well. "What-...?" Sam caught the panic in Buffy's eyes, understanding that she didn't want to talk about it, and gave Dean a look, causing him to stop mid-sentence.

"Why don't you get dressed and we'll get something to eat?" Buffy nodded gratefully, gathering up the shopping bags and practically ran to the bathroom, closing the door softly behind her. She could hear them whispering about her due to her Slayer hearing, but ignored them, instead concentrating on cleaning herself up. Sighing, she started to get dressed, avoiding looking at herself in the mirror, and washed her face before collecting the empty bags and Sam's t-shirt and boxers and exiting the room. "All ready?" Buffy nodded, handing him his clothes, and he took them with a smile.

"Alight, come on, kids," Dean said with what Buffy assumed to be his trademark smirk, and she followed him out the door, getting in the car when he opened the door for her. Sam got in a second later and as soon as he closed the door, Dean started the car and pulled out of the parking lot onto the street. A few minutes later, they pulled into a spot in front of a diner, and Buffy got out of the car after Sam opened her door for her. She smiled at him; clearly he was the more gentlemanly of the two. Entering the diner, Dean eyed the skinny brunette waitress up and down before leading the way to a table by the window while Sam rolled his eyes, and Buffy raised an eyebrow. Sliding into the booth across from Dean and feeling Sam sit down next to her, Buffy opened her mouth to ask a question, but the waitress interrupted her.

"Hey guys," she said, focusing all of her attention on Dean who was giving her a cocky grin. "What can I get for ya?"

"Well," ‒ Dean looked down at her name tag ‒ "Cindy. What's good here?"

"Well, the waffles are pretty good," she said, blushing slightly as he continued to smile at her. Sam looked over at Buffy, but she simply looked down, pretending to study her menu while Dean and the waitress continued to make smalltalk.

"Well, then, I guess I'll take an order of those waffles, then." Buffy looked up to see the waitress writing something down on her little notepad before turning toward Sam.

"What'll it be, hon?"

"Uh..." Sam quickly looked down at his menu. "I'll have the pancakes, please." The girl wrote down his order before turning her attention toward Buffy and giving her a look which Buffy assumed to mean 'you'd better get away from my man, bitch.' Buffy raised an eyebrow at her but looked over at Sam, slightly hesitant to take advantage of their generosity. He gave her a small nod, and she turned back to the waitress.

"I'll have, um, the waffles as well." The girl jotted down her order before giving Dean one last look and walked toward the kitchen, swaying her hips and causing Dean to follow her with his eyes. "So..." she started, the silence making her uncomfortable. "What are you guys doing in Sunnydale?"

"We were, uh..." Sam stuttered, not knowing if he wanted to let the small blond girl into their lives quite yet. However, Dean didn't seem to have any reservations and finished Sam's sentence, after looking around to make sure no one was listening.

"We were actually in town to kill those hellion things that you demolished last night," he gave her a curious look, and Buffy looked down at her hands, slightly panicked by feeling both of their eyes on her.

"I... um..."

"You don't have to tell us anything if you're uncomfortable with it," said Sam, placing a hand on her shoulder and giving her a reassuring smile when she looked up at her. "It's alright."

"No, I-... you guys should know," she said, nervously tucking a long brown strand of hair behind her ear. It seemed like they knew about the things that go bump in the night, and maybe she could use their help. "I'm... I'm the Slayer." Dean continued to stare at her like he had no idea what she was talking about, but Sam's widened and he let out a small gasp.

"Dude, what's wrong with you?" asked Dean, raising an eyebrow at his little brother. Sam was staring at Buffy so intensely that she was fidgeting nervously in her corner of the booth, refusing to look at him. "Dude! Stop staring at her. She looks like she's about to fling herself out of the window to make you stop." Sam snapped out of his daze, looking down and shuffling his hand around in his pockets before pulling out the leather bound journal that Buffy had seen Dean looking at the previous night. "What are you doing?" Sam started to flip through the pages, stopping and jamming his finger down on the page when he found the right one. Buffy looked over at him curiously, unable to read the messy scrawl on the page.

"Dean. The Slayer!" Dean continued to look at him like he was crazy. "Dad mentioned her several times." Still nothing. "Into each generation a Slayer is born, one girl in all the world, a Chosen One, one born..."

"With the strength and skill to hunt the vampires, to stop the spread of their evil blah, blah, blah," Buffy muttered under her breath and looked up when she felt the other two staring at her. "Sorry. Habit." Buffy thought back to the time she had said the same thing to Giles, and she felt a small pang of sadness in her stomach, but quickly pushed it back. Sam nodded and passed the journal to Dean, who looked down at it before being interrupted by the waitress.

"Hey there," she sad, giving him a bright grin. "Waffles..." ‒ he put two plates of waffles down on the table, one in front of Dean and one in front of Buffy ‒ "and pancakes." She dropped a plate of pancakes in front of Sam. "Call me if you need anything else!"

"Oh, we will," said Dean with a grin, and she gave him a wink before walking back to the counter. Done with the journal, he closed it and put it aside before grabbing a knife and fork and digging in to his waffles.

"So yeah. Slayer. That's me," said Buffy softly, starting in on her own meal. She continued picking at the food for a few seconds before forcing down a few bites of waffle.

"So, yesterday," Sam started, popping a piece of bacon into his mouth and turning toward Buffy. "When we... found you. You seemed... terrified of something. Even now you're sort of," ‒he paused while he tried to think of a nicer phrase than 'completely dead inside' ‒ "quiet." Buffy sighed, she didn't really want to spill her entire life story to two complete strangers in the middle of a run-down diner, but she didn't really see any other options.

"Well, it's kind of a long story."

"We have time," Dean managed around a mouthful scrambled eggs.

"Unless you don't want to tell us," interjected Sam. Dean rolled his eyes. Typical, emotional Sammy.

"No, it's okay." Buffy looked back down at her plate and continued to push her food around, not wanting to break down in front of the two of them. "My little sister, Dawn, turned out not to be my sister. Turns out she was a key to this hell dimension and that these monks had made her into a human to hide her. They made her out of me. My blood. This god... she came after me and my family, trying to get Dawn so that she could unlock the portal to her home dimension." Buffy paused, still not looking at the two, and sighed, taking a moment to compose herself before continuing. "She... took Dawn and opened the portal. The portal... it could only be closed by the blood of the key. She would have to die to close it. Dawn... she had the same blood as me... so..." Sam's eyes widened as he realized what she was getting at, and Dean stopped stuffing his face to listen, his fork halting a couple of inches from his mouth. "And then last night. I woke up six feet under. I got out and... well, you know the rest." She popped a piece of bacon in her mouth, not really tasting it, but knowing that she had to eat to keep her strength up. Slayer metabolism really was a bitch. She had no idea why she was telling all of this to two guys she had known for less than a day, but it was too late to pull back now.

"I-..." Sam started, but stopped, not knowing what to say. This girl had been through so much, and she was younger than either Dean or himself. She gave him a small smile before shoving a spoonful of eggs in her mouth, swallowing them quickly without pausing to chew them.

"So, how'd you guys pick the path of hunters? Doesn't seem like a career a high school guidance counselor would recommend," she asked, not wanting to talk about herself any longer. Dean seemed to take the hint and inhaled the rest of his meal before answering.

"This demon, it killed our mom. Dad started hunting it when we were little, and we've decided to join him in killing the son of a bitch." Buffy raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised at his bluntness.

"I... see."

"Yeah, we're pretty much done with this town since, well, you know. We were going to head out today. You're welcome to join us if you want." He paused. "But you probably have a life to get back to here... Your sister... friends..."

"I'll come," she agreed quickly, surprising both Sam and Dean. She had done a lot of thinking the past night and had come to the conclusion that she couldn't go back to her friends and Dawn. She had fought for her life, and for their lives, for five years, and she couldn't do it anymore. She loved them, but they didn't understand what her calling meant. Sam and Dean seemed to. They had lost their mother to the supernatural, and perhaps their father as well, and even though she had only known them for a short amount of time, she felt a strong bond toward them which was nothing like she had ever felt with her other friends. They had helped as much as they could, but no one had seemed to understand her or her duty like these two did. They would be okay, she reassured herself. They would be fine without her.

"You sure?" Dean asked, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. She nodded. "Alright then, shall we?" He stood up, and walked over to the counter, paying, and apparently getting the girl's phone number by the look on his face, before walking back to the table, tossing a few bills onto a spot not occupied by empty plates. Leading her out to the car, he opened the door for her, allowing her to slide onto the cool leather seats, and shut the door, getting into the car and starting the engine. They quickly made their way back to the motel, Sam and Dean packing up their things, as Buffy had nothing to pack, and returned to the car, piling in and pulling out of the parking lot.

"Guys?" Buffy asked shyly, not sure if she was entitled to ask a favor from the two men that essentially rescued her from the streets. Sam turned around to look at her, and Dean peered at her through the rear view mirror. "If it's not too much trouble... can I check on my friends and my sister before we go? To see if they're alright." Sam's features immediately softened, wondering if she was having second thoughts about leaving with them.

"Yeah, sure," he said, giving her a soft smile. Buffy gave them directions to the Magic Box, and once they arrived, removed her seatbelt and opened the door, resulting in a loud creak. Half way out of the car, she leaned back in, causing the two to turn around to see what was wrong.

"Wait here," she ordered softly, and Dean nodded. "I'll only be a second." Slamming the door behind her, Buffy walked up to the light blue building, peering around the corner of the window to get a look inside. As it was the weekend, all of the Scoobies were gathered inside, Xander, Willow, Anya, Tara, and Dawn were seated at the table while Spike lounged against a supporting beam a few feet away, watching them interact, but not participating in the discussion they seemed to be having. Scanning the room, Buffy found no sign of Giles; she sighed, realizing that he had probably gone back to England like he had been planning for a while. Focusing her attention back on the gang, she noticed that they appeared to be laughing at a joke Xander had told. Spike was the only one not laughing; he was the saddest that Buffy had ever seen him, even sadder than when Dru broke his heart. She felt a wave of emotion wash over her; it seemed as if he had loved her more than he had loved his beloved Drusilla. Pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind and looking over at Dawn, she smiled sadly. She was reluctant to leave her little sister, but she needed to go. She couldn't do it anymore. However, looking away from Dawn, she saw Spike jerk his head up in confusion before looking straight at her, his eyes widening in shock at what he was seeing. Letting loose a small gasp, Buffy threw herself away from the widow, but it was too late. He had seen her. As she started to back away, Spike's face appeared at the window, and she panicked and sprinted toward the car.

"Buffy! Buffy!" She ran as fast as she could to the black Impala, skidding to a stop and wrenching open the door, diving in head first. "Buffy! Wait!" She slammed the door and looked toward the shop through the back windshield, seeing that he had tried to run out the door but was stopped by the fact that it was day. "Bloody hell! Buffy!"

"Go!" she yelled at Dean, clearly panicked, and Dean stepped on the gas, sending the car speeding down the street. Glancing back once more, she saw that Spike was attempting to chase after her, lunging out of the doorway several times before the burns from the sun forced him back inside, and she leaned her head back against the smooth black leather, closing her eyes and letting out a long sigh, ignoring the curious and confused look that Sam was sending her way.

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Well guys, that's the end of the second chapter! Hope y'all liked it as much as the first one! If you like it, drop me a review to give me encouragement. If you didn't, drop me a review to provide some constructive criticism! Either way, any feedback is greatly appreciated!

I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible! Hopefully before the end of Winter Break so that you don't have to wait that long:)

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