Title: Moonlight Meetings

Summary: AU fic - season one of SPN has happened until "Dead Man's Blood", but Sam & Dean, and John have separated. Seasons one til 3 of Buffy have happened, and Angel has been gone for about 6 months. Season 4 hasn't taken place other than Buffy & Willow being at university, and Xander living in his parent's basement.

Dean and Sam are sent to Sunnydale, but they don't know why. Buffy has her own problems to deal with, and doesn't take lightly to two rogue demon hunters turning up on her turf. Eventually DeanBuffy & SamFaith

Disclaimer: I own a Winchester shotgun, but I don't own the Winchester boys, nor do I own any part of Buffy

A/N: Thanks to my wonderful beta/co-writer Moon-Memory (she says she's only a beta, but she adds so much to this story). Rock on Electricity (if you remember Sarah's quote over msn lol).


The boxing bag flew back with considerable force, and Buffy grimaced, reminding herself that she was in a public gym. Someone of her build hitting the bag like that was sure to draw attention. Just a couple more hits later, using barely any of her strength. All this just to prove to the other patrons of the Sunnydale Gymnasium she was merely a weak little girl pretending to throw some punches, Buffy shook her head slowly in frustration.

There was little to nothing happening during patrols. She couldn't use the library's back room as a training room because of the new guy at the university, who she had yet to meet thanks to conflicting class schedules, was always in the library… Basically she was getting very tightly wound, with no way to relieve her frustrations, well any way that didn't involve what would probably be a broken bed. She picked up her towel, grabbed her drink bottle, only to be pushed to the side rather rudely.

"Hey!" She started, indignantly. The guy dropped a small duffle bag on the bench, glancing over his shoulder. "You're finished?" He asked, though it came across as more of command than anything. Buffy flipped the end of the towel over her shoulder, and crossed her arms. "No, actually…" She began, but the guy cut her off.

"You are now, Princess. I've been waiting close to half an hour for a bag… And I'm not waiting any longer without a good reason…" He said, casually shrugging out of his jacket and throwing it on the top of the bag. "Now, if you'll excuse me…" he swung at the bag. Even though he seemed like a total jerk, Buffy couldn't help but admire his technique.

"You got… Military training or something?" She asked, edging closer to the bag, checking to see if there was a name or something else she could ID the guy with.

"Nope," he said, between punches. "My Dad was… Big, on self-defence…. As well as hunting, carting around bodies gives you a great body."

"I can tell." Buffy muttered as he used his shirt to wipe his forehead with the white cotton, she had to admit the boy was damn fine and she wondered if it was only his ego that was big.

Then figured it probably was.

He turned the other way, moving silently around the bag, and Buffy took the chance to kneel near the guy's bag. The jacket… Black leather, with a faintly smoky scent, as though it (and its owner) had spent a lot of time in bars and fires. Maybe he was a pyromaniac. There was something familiar about it, but Buffy was too annoyed about loosing her turn at the punching bag to worry about things that seemed familiar.

The duffle bag was open, and Buffy leaned over far enough to see just inside. The top book made her start with surprise – Aztecan Rites and Ceremonies. She glanced over her shoulder at the guy. He didn't seem like a demon… yet she, of all people, knew that appearances could be deceiving. The smell of leather and smoke… Maybe he was a satanic pyromaniac… A virgin sacrificing satanic pyromaniac.

Good thing she wasn't one of those…

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" He demanded, turning back around. Buffy jumped, but mentally kicked herself for allowing herself to be caught snooping. "Uh… I dropped my cross," she said quickly, thanking God that she'd taken it off. She stood quickly, bringing it out. "See?" she added, dangling it in front of his face. The guy grunted, or something to that effect.

"So… I couldn't help but notice… Aztecan history?" Buffy started, as the guy started to bash the bag again. Without pausing, he replied, "Yeah… I'm a teacher…."

Buffy stared at the guys back in astonishment – he really didn't look like any teacher's she'd met before. "A teacher, huh? Where do you teach? I mean, Sunnydale High hasn't been rebuilt yet…" she trailed off, so obviously fishing for questions that it almost embarrassed her. Almost.

"I'm a sub teacher – starting at the College this afternoon… And if you don't mind, I'd like to lose a little stress before then… Those college know-it-all kids can be real bitches…" he finished with a final heavy swing at the bag. He turned to get a better look at the girl – barely out of high school by the way she was acting. There was something familiar about her though… "Do I know you? Have we ever met before?" He puzzled.

Buffy shook her head quickly. "No. I'd remember…"

"Of course you would; don't know many people who don't."

"Right… I'd better be going I guess… Bye," Buffy called as she practically ran from the room. Why did he make her feel so nervous? Sure… He was cute. But no cute guy had ever made her feel nervous before… Not even Angel.

Dean watched as the girl left the room, admiring a certain part of her anatomy as she walked. He could have sworn that he knew her from somewhere… Or had seen her at least. But where? His thoughts wandered for a few moments, until he realised that someone else could be planning to take over the punching bag in a similar way to what he'd done. There was this little guy eyeing him and the bag up, not that Dean was worried because he could totally take him…

And he was so being paranoid.

Turning back to the bag, he shook his head ruefully. She looked like the sort of girl he'd usually try to pick up… But she was… Troubled. Great, he thought, now I'm turning into an emotional girl mess. It's bad enough it's happening to Sammy! He tried to forget about the girl. About his brother (who he totally blamed for this whole stupid mess), he even tried to forget about his dad as he continued to swing at the bag. He wasn't looking forwards to that afternoon, when he'd have to deal with a bunch of upstarts who thought they were better than other people because they were going to College.

Briefly, he wondered what they'd think if they knew that their 'teacher' hadn't even finished high school!


Sam wandered through the stacks of the library, purposely avoiding Willow and the others… But trying to look as though he wasn't. Every damn book in the library so far was new, or at the least, too new to be what he was looking for. He rounded another corner, only to run smack bang into what was possibly the shortest female he'd seen in his life. She was tiny, but the look on her face was enough to split stones.

"Sorry," Sam backing up a step. "I didn't see you…"

The blonde grimaced, "Yeah, I've heard that before…." She looked up at him before continuing, "Do I know you? You look really familiar…."

Sam shook his head, "No, I don't think so… Sam Winchester," he added, holding out his hand. The girl took it with a smile, "Buffy Summers. I guess you're the new guy Willow was telling me about… She was right, you are cute!"

"Um, thanks?" Sam couldn't help the slight blush that started. So this was the always-absent Buffy? The redhead was sweet, but he knew that if he looked at her wrong, her boyfriend Oz would be there in moments….

And he was supposed to act stupid enough not to know that Oz was a werewolf, a fact he conveniently forgot to tell Dean. "You wouldn't have happened to have seen Giles around by any chance?" Buffy asked, frowning when Sam shook his head.

"Great," She muttered. "Anyway, it was nice meeting you Sam… I'll see you at lunch, probably… Who knows, I might actually get time to eat something today…." She turned to walk away, but Sam stopped her.

"Hey, Buffy… I'm trying to find these books for one of my classes, but they don't seem to be in here anywhere…"

Buffy looked at his class list and raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You take Ancient and Mythological History?" Sam nodded.

"Yeah… should I be worried about that class?" Buffy laughed.

"It's only a small class. It's not compulsory for any subject except for your major in psych, so not very many people take it, especially around here." Sam was left puzzling over that strange comment, but Buffy continued, "I met the teacher… Sorry, the sub-teacher for that class today. That's why it was so late in being offered – they didn't have a teacher for it. He seems like a bit of a, well, a bastard!"

Sam laughed, "Yeah, I have a brother who can come across like that sometimes!"

Buffy nodded, "Yeah, well, I'm not sure how the class will go, but these books… I think Giles has them locked away somewhere. Just ask him when you see him, it'll be alright!"

'Yeah, ok… thanks… I'll see you at lunch," Sam grinned. Buffy smiled up at him, and turned around, heading towards the back of the library. Sam watched her go, and started to head towards the hallway, before realising that she hadn't actually left the library. Shrugging, he glanced at his watch and headed towards his class. He laughed softly to himself – who'd really have thought that he'd be saying that again?


"I'm getting worried Giles," Willow complained. "He asked me a couple of times about 'old books', and now Buffy says he's taking the class where the 'old books' are needed… There's something not… Not right about him!" Giles looked at Willow over the top of his glasses. "Now, let's not jump to conclusions… it could just be that the young man is interested in psychological disorders. Or that he wants to do extra credit assignments, I remember you used to do them before you became friends with Buffy." he started, but it was Buffy who cut him off this time.

"Most psychological disorders covered in that particular class are actual things – ghosts, poltergeists, Aztecan Gods and Godesses… they're all actual beings diagnosed as psychological disorders! Plus I am not a bad influence on my friends!" Buffy finished. Willow and Giles stared at her dumbfounded; it was Xander who spoke up. "Wow, Buf… you learned some big words in there!"

"All I'm saying is that I don't trust him any more than Willow does," Buffy clarified, rolling her eyes. Giles placed the book he was skimming down on the tabletop.

"Well… he is very efficient in the stacks… I've never had an assistant so helpful before…" He paused, the seemingly always present cup of tea half-way to his mouth, "Actually, I don't recall ever having an assistant…."

"So, what do we do?" asked Xander with a shrug. Willow looked down. "Well, we can't just stop hanging out with him… I mean, he is a really nice guy." Xander and Oz nodded in agreement, but Buffy sighed. "I just don't want anyone else getting hurt. Remember what happened last time we let someone else get involved in the group?"

They all nodded, and Giles spoke up, "Perhaps he can take care of himself better than other's can… Either way, you're going to have to make do at the moment; he's only going to be here for a month or two…. I don't think we're going to have to stop another apocalypse in the meantime." Buffy wrinkled her nose in distaste, "If you just jinxed us, Giles, I swear I'm not going to let you be my Watcher ever again!"


A/N: As always, please review! Next chapter coming shortly!