Crossover: BtVS/SPN
Characters: Oz, Dean, Sam.
Summary: Could the Scoobies really keep the hordes of darkness at bay for a whole summer while Buffy was dead? Maybe if they had a little help.
Spoilers: SPN up to at least 2x03, BtVS to end of series 5.
"Aaahhhhhh!!"
Sam and Dean woke to a piercing scream and the clank of someone carelessly rummaging through a weapons chest.
"Nguh?" Sam managed.
"Banshee?" Dean mumbled, as he pulled the knife out from under his pillow and came up to a ready crouch, but still bleary eyed enough that he simply waved it back and forth as he tried to get his mind around what you were supposed to do in case of banshee. Wait, didn't banshees only scream when someone died? Was he dead? Didn't seem that way.
"Sammy, you dead?"
"What?" Sam said blinking a few times and finally focusing on the skinny teenager trying to heft an axe that was far too big for her.
"What are you doing in my house?!" She screeched, wisps of long brown hair falling in front of her face. "Get out!"
"Dude," Dean began, "Where are we again?"
Sam sighed, holding his hands out in a placating gesture to the girl. "It's ok. Willow and Tara said we could crash here for a couple of days till we sort something out. We're here to help."
"They never said anything about you."
She was obviously getting tired of holding such a heavy axe, but luckily Willow herself skidded into the living room in the nick of time.
"Dawnie! It's ok, they're friends."
Sam saw Willow blush as she looked at Dean and looked as well.
"Dean! Boxers."
"What?" He looked down at his almost completely naked body and hastily dived back into his sleeping bag. "Ladies." He nodded a greeting.
The younger girl also seemed to suddenly realise just how less than dressed her guests were and turned away as she blushed beetroot. Sam himself slipped on a shirt, but was thankful that he had decided to sleep in PJ bottoms.
"Sorry if we scared you." He apologised to the teenager.
"It's ok," she giggled.
Willow rolled her eyes and took the axe with some effort.
"Come on Dawn, let's get you some breakfast. And what have Giles and Xander told you about weapons that are too big for you?"
"But it feels stronger…" She whined.
"It's not going to do you any good if you can't lift it. Now, do you want pop tarts or do you want to wait for Tara to make waffles?"
"Waffles!" Dawn announced as their voices faded down the hallway to the kitchen.
"Reminds you of dad teaching us, huh?" Dean smiled softly, as he slipped out of the sleeping bag again and put on some jeans.
"Yeah," Sam admitted, an unprecedented wave of nostalgia washing over him.
Dean was already halfway to the kitchen before he called out to his little brother.
"Come on Sammy! I'm not saving you any waffles!"