Burn That Bridge

Two Lives. Three Dads?

Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me, but to Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke. The idea hardly belongs to me since this is a challenge I took.

A/N: Placing Buffy in Supernatural verse. Season 3 takes place in fall of 2005. Dean 26, Sam 22, Buffy 17.

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2005

Before opening her eyes, she took notice of her surroundings using her senses. The normal smell of the cemetery was gone and she could feel that she was no longer on the grass. She had been moved, it would seem. Upon opening her eyes, she saw that she had guessed correctly. She was on a rather itchy bed in, what looked like, one of the shadiest motels in Los Angeles. Sitting up, she spotted both men, Sam and Dean; she thought those were their names.

Seeing that she was awake, both brothers stood. The shorter one, Dean saw that Buffy kept looking at the door. "You could try, but we really need answers."

She wondered if that was a threat. They were human; she knew that, so if she really wanted to leave, she could. But, they did carry guns, so she'd have to move fast.

"You wouldn't be able to do much against her."

Buffy groaned out loud as she finally saw Whistler standing in the corner of the room. What was it with such "powerful beings" hiding in dark places and not being seen until they wanted to be? "So it wasn't a dream, then?"

"He wouldn't explain it without you being awake to hear it," Dean shrugged. And Dean did try to get some answers from him, but threatening someone who claimed to be from "up above" really didn't work.

"Hurry up and explain this, Whistler," Buffy signed. "This headache can't get any worse."

"I already told you, Dean or Sam here is your father."

"And you won't tell me which one really is and which one is just my uncle?" she glared.

"Can't, kid," he shrugged. "The Powers keep secrets for a reason."

"Can you at least say why these Powers did this?" It was Sam who asked.

"If you had been born when you were really conceived, your dad, uncle and granddad wouldn't let you go to Sunnydale," he answered.

"He's right," Dean spoke. "That place is dangerous. A lot of hunters don't come back from there. It's on top of--"

"A Hellmouth, I know," Buffy grinned. "I live there."

The shock was pretty evident on both of their faces. "So you know what really goes down, then?"

"Of course she knows," Whistler laughed. "Being the slayer means she'd have to know."

"Oh, hell no!" Dean yelled. The slayer? All hunters knew the story of the slayer, but they really didn't know what she could do. What they did know was that they all died young.

"You're the slayer?" Sam stared at her.

"More like a slayer, but that's a long story," she answered. Turning to glare at Whistler, Buffy waited for more of an explanation. "So you take me from my family so I could fight on the Hellmouth? What about my mom and all my friends, was it all a lie?"

He really hated doing this sometimes, especially to her. She had already been through too much and now she finds out that her mom and dad were never her real parents. "Your real mom, be it Suzy or Michelle, never knew they were pregnant with you, but with Joyce and Hank, the Powers had to change their memories and play with the timeline."

"So why now?" she snapped. She was barely holding back the tears.

"Dean and Sam here weren't supposed to see you when they came here, but they did. They screwed up whatever plans the Powers had and so to keep the peace between you three, they decided you had to know the truth."

"I'm just supposed to get to know them and find out which is my real dad, then?"

"We could always get a test," Sam offered.

"The day the Powers That Be make things easy like getting tested is the day I stop slaying," Buffy rolled her eyes.

"Kids right, they want the three of you to figure it out on your own."

"Is there a prophecy to all of this?"

Whistler shrugged and disappeared from the room, but not before adding, "Can't tell you that, kid."

"Great," she muttered. Looking at the two guys, her dad and uncle, she put on a smile, "Anyone hungry?"

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They had stopped at a diner, one where she hadn't worked just days before and sat in an awkward silence. On the ride there, it was just as silent. Buffy sat in the backseat, going over in her head just how all unreal this seemed. Up front, Dean and Sam were thinking about how impossible everything seemed. Higher beings messing with memories and time? On top of all that, in the backseat was a daughter that belonged to one of them and was the slayer.

"Who suggested food?"

Both brothers turned to see Buffy pushing her food around her plate with her fork, a queasy look on her face. Now wasn't the best time to remind her that she suggested it.

"This is exactly what I needed," she muttered to herself, though it was loud enough for both Dean and Sam to hear. "I leave home, which isn't even real anymore and I find that I have a dad who basically the same age as I am. Even better, I have to be all intuitive and find out which guy is my actual dad."

"Hey, we're not that bad," Sam spoke up.

"And we're not deaf, either," Dean glared, "And you're not the only one dealing with all of this. I could be a dad and to the slayer, no less."

"You're just dripping with fatherly love, aren't you?" Buffy rolled her eyes as she pushed her plate from her.

"Get out!" a shocked voice called out.

The three turned to see their waitress with her mouth wide open. "I didn't possibly think you could be her dad! I thought you were her brothers, with the way you looked! How old were you?"

Turning toward Dean with a smirk on her face, Buffy asked, "Yes, dad, how old were you when you had me?"

"Uh," he mumbled. Under the table, his hands were doing the math for him.

"He was nine," Sam answered for him.

"Well, weren't you an active little boy," she winked, causing Dean to wink right back at her.

"I developed fast, what can I say?" he shrugged.

"Yes, keep flirting with a man who has a kid that's nine years younger than he is," Buffy nodded. "Would you like to be my new mom? Having a daughter that's six years younger than you will go over so well with your parents, I'm sure."

Glaring at Buffy, their waitress slammed their bill on the table and stalked away.

"Little harsh, kid."

"Not really in a happy mood, harsh works right now. Can we just pay the bill and get out of here?"

"And go where? No matter where we go, we need to figure out who your dad is," Sam spoke.

"I was going to go home, but--" shaking her head, "there's no way I can explain this to mom. She already wigged out on me with the whole slayer thing."

"You don't have to tell her," Dean shrugged.

"I know. But if we reconcile, I can't exactly not tell her about--" she stopped, waving the words away with her hand. "And my friends, what I am going to tell them?"

"We'll burn that bridge when we come to it."

"Cross, Dean, its cross that bridge," Sam corrected.

"Not the way we do it," Dean smirked.