Series: 23 for 23
Title: Eight: Least Likely to Succeed
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: I own the World Walker, Joss Whedon owns BtVS, Kripke owns SPN.
Spoilers: Season 2 of SPN
Series Summary: Twenty-three stories and crossings of worlds (read: insanity) to celebrate twenty-three years.
Part Summary: Buffy meets up with a guy from her past.
Words: 650
A/N: First quote comes from the second into, second comes from Big Girls Dont Cry by Fergie.
Dedication: To blue_icy_rose for the fandoms and prompt.

23 for 23


Eight: Least Likely to Succeed

Innocent babe with the world in her eyes saw through the charades and stood on dangerous ground.

The path that Im walking I must go alone.


Buffy tugged the collar of her fleece jacket higher. God, how she hated the weather in the Midwest. Give her balmy California days over wet, rainy and cold Cleveland nights. Her eyes caught on the old black car that had been parked on the corner as she hurried on her way home. It was only the middle of October, but already they were predicting snow in the immediate future. She was half a block away when she slammed into what had to be the tallest human being she'd ever set eyes on.

Grabbing onto the man in front of her, Buffy's gaze jerked up to his face. Her slayer-sense was giving a little tingle, but not the 'I'm-a-demon/vamp' tingle she was used to. It was a low tingle, one that reminded her of Willow and other magic-users. The man's brow furrowed in confusion, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"Sorry about that, uh, you okay?" Buffy asked, mentally drooling over the good looking guy in front of her. It had been way too long since she'd last dated someone.

"Um, what?" his low pitched voice sent a little tingle up her spine. She'd been single for far too long if she was getting tingles off an incoherent sentence.

"Obviously I hit you a little too hard," Buffy gave him a small smile. He gave her a little half-smile back. "You feeling better now?"

"Uh, yeah, sorry. I was a little lost in my thoughts. I'm Sam, what's your name?'

"Wow, and here I thought that wasn't a cute little pick-up trick you just tried," she blinked at him and let him stutter a protest or two before giving him a break. "I'm Buffy."

"And you won't be alive long enough to get any farther, buddy," a vamp hissed at them, tackling her to the ground while another rushed Sam.

Cursing her luck, or the Powers that Suck, Buffy made quick work of her vamp. She whirled around to save poor Sam. The sight that she found was a lot different than the one she'd expected. Wielding a machete, Sam was making quick and bloody work of his vamp's neck. She watched in stunned disbelief for a few seconds until he was rushing over to her, his hands over-friendly while he checked her for bites.

"Did he get you? God, tell me that bastard didn't get you, Buffy."

"Hey, Sam," Buffy reached up to cup his face. His whole body stilled at her touch. She smiled up at him. "I'm fine. And so are you."

She wasn't sure what happened next. Okay, she was vaguely sure. Faith had explained it once: slaying made you either hungry or horny, and while Buffy had never confirmed that it was partially true. One minute she was comforting Sam, who reminded her vaguely of someone, and the next she was making out with a complete stranger. She barely even heard the footsteps racing up behind them.

"Sammy, you okay?" a voice yelled. An all too familiar voice. An almost hated voice.

Buffy jerked back, watching as Sam started blushing for some reason. Her eyes widened in shock as it all sank in. She glanced back to confirm the identity of the man running toward them.

"Ohmygod, you're Sammy Winchester!"

"It's Sam, but yeah," Sam cleared his throat, glaring at his brother Dean.

"I just made out with little Sammy Winchester! After he beheaded a vampire!"

"God, was she this ditzy when she used to baby-sit you, Sammy?"

"Shut up, Dean."

"Ohmygod, I used to baby-sit you!" Buffy cried. She looked him up and down. "Although, you could be the poster-boy for milk doing a body good and I cannot believe I just said that!"

"You baby-sat - watched me for all of an hour while Dean was getting our Dad. One time, and I was thirteen!"

"And you kissed so good too!"