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AN: Keep in mind, Buffy is not gonna be 100% the same as she was in the show. I mean come on she was raised (Or not raised, since he's not exactly around much) by John Winchester. Do you see him raising someone who wants to be a cheerleader? Yeah me neither.

Witch

….

Dean and Buffy walked down the hall after Sam had already disappeared in the direction of his first period. Dean spotted a flyer on the wall and grinned.

"Ohh. Cheerleading tryouts." He looked at Buffy and leered. "What do you think, Buff? You gonna put on a little skirt and wave pom poms around?" He wiggled his eye brows at her.

"Yeah I so see that happening. 'I'm Buffy. I save the world and in my free time I choose to spell out words with my arms.' Let's not even get into the badness that would be my life if your dad ever caught me doing something like that." Buffy cringed at the thought.

Dean frowned. "Well ruin my fantasy why don't ya."

Buffy pecked him on the lips. "Sorry sweetie. Maybe if you're good I'll get a cheerleader costume and we can have our own private tryouts." Buffy winked and walked away leaving a gaping Dean behind her.

Buffy groaned as she walked into the gym. Dean, much to Sam's discomfort, had found out Sam had a crush on a girl in his history class. Said girl also happened to be trying out for the cheerleading squad. Somehow, through a series of events that Buffy still had no clue how they had occurred, Buffy, Willow, and slightly more willing Sam, were being dragged into the gym to watch the tryouts.

"People scoff at things like school spirit, but look at these girls giving their all like this!" Xander said, his eyes hungrily taking in the girls preparing for tryouts.

"Fills me up with Sunnydale high pride." Dean agreed.

"That's not all you're full of." Buffy muttered.

"Ooo, stretchy! Where was I?" Xander asked, not taking his eyes of the stretching girl.

"You and Dean were pretending that seeing scantily clad girls in revealing postures was a spiritual experience." Willow supplied.

Xander raised his eyebrows at a girl doing back flips. "Who said I was pretending?"

Dean elbowed Sam in the ribs. "So Sammy which one is she?"

"It's Sam. And I'm not telling you." Sam said flatly.

"Aw come on, don't make me have to guess."

The group took seats in the stands, overlooking the crowd of girls.

"Hey Buffy why didn't you try out?" Xander asked.

Buffy shrugged. "Not really my thing."

"You totally should." Dean insisted.

Cordelia stood at the edge of the floor. "Look at that Amber, who does she think she is, a Laker girl?"

"I heard she turned them down." Willow said.

Cordelia rolled her eyes before she spotted Dean. "Dean, you came to watch me try out?" Cordelia asked flirtatiously.

"Um… no. Not so much." Dean replied.

"Let's begin with… Amber Grove." The Cheer captain announced. "Everyone else, if you're not trying out, get off the floor."

"Hi Amy." Willow said, waving at the blond girl.

"Hi."

"I didn't know you wanted to be a cheerleader. You lost a lot of weight." Willow said, surprised.

"Had to."

"Do you know Buffy?" Willow asked, pointing at Buffy.

"Hi." Buffy greeted.

"Come on, Sam. Spill." Dean prodded.

"Shut it, Dean. Why would I tell you? You make fun of me enough as it is. If you knew… it would be really awkward." Sam said, glaring at his brother.

"Fine, I'll just guess." Dean looked around at the girls in the room for a moment. Dean pointed at a girl with shoulder length brunette hair wearing a jade green sports bra. "Her."

Sam's eyes widened. "How the hell…"

Dean roared with laughter. "I know you, kid."

"Fine, just don't say anything to her Dean, or I swear…"

"What?" Dean challenged.

"I'll steal your box of condoms, fill a bunch up with liquid hand soap and leave them in Dad's room." Sam threatened.

Dean's eyes widened comically. "Damn dude, you're getting good at this shit."

Sam nodded. "Don't test me."

"That girl's on fire!" Willow exclaimed, turning the other's attention to the girl in the center of the gym floor.

"Enough of the hyperbole!" Cordelia said irritably.

"No I mean she's really on fire!"

Buffy stood up as she saw the girl's hands catch on fire. She jumped up onto the stands and pulled down a banner. She ran onto the floor and tackled Amber, knocking her down and snuffed out the flames with the banner.

"It's okay, it's okay, you're gonna be... okay." Buffy whispers, trying to comfort the injured girl. "Oh god." Buffy groaned.

…..

Sam and Dean walked into the library.

"Found a hex bag." Dean said, dropping the object in question on the table. "It was in Amber's gym bag."

"Great. We're dealing with a witch then." Buffy muttered. "Oh what fun this will be."

"Tell me about it."

"You're certain of this?" Giles asked.

"Yeah," Sam said, examining the bag. "I'm not sure what all the ingredients in the hex bag are but whoever it was looks like they really know what they're doing. This stone? It's Amarite. If I'm not mistaken it's used for-"

"For channeling mystical energies. It can serve as.. as a marker of sorts to pin point a target for a mystical force to uh feed on or dwell." Giles cut in.

"Yeah that." Sam said. "So with Amarite being part of this mix, it basically makes this hex bag work kinda like a voodoo doll. The witch does the spell, decides the damage, and plants the hex bag on whoever she wants to hurt."

"Quite." Giles agreed.

"So how do we find the witch?" Buffy asked.

Dean shrugged. "Who'd want to hurt Amber?"

"I'll ask around. See if she had any enemies." Xander said.

"I can look up her school records to see if anything like that has happened before." Willow volunteered.

Buffy and Dean looked at each other and then back at Willow and Xander.

"You know you guys don't have to get involved. We got it covered." Buffy said.

"What d'ya mean? We're a team! Aren't we a team?" Xander asked.

"Yeah! You're the Slayer, and we're, like, the Slayerettes!" Willow said excitedly.

"I'm not a damn 'Slayerettes'." Dean grumbled.

"I just don't like putting you guys in danger." Buffy said.

Xander grinned. "Oh, huh, I laugh in the face of danger. Then I hide until it goes away."

"Okay, just walk softly, at least until we know who the witch is."

…..

"Hey Cordelia! You haven't been mean to me all day. Is it something I've done?" Xander called as the stuck up brunette walked passed him in the hall. He looked at Willow as Cordelia ignored him. "Okay, see how she has no clue that I'm even a mammal, much less a human being?"

"I see that." Willow said, chewing on the end of her pen.

"This is the invisible man syndrome. A blessing in Cordelia's case. A curse in Buffy's."

Willow mentally groaned when Xander mentioned their blond friend. Buffy had been a common topic of conversation the past few weeks and it was always the same thing.

"You're not invisible to Buffy. You're her friend. That pretty much ensures that she's aware of your existence."

Xander sighed. "Ah the dreaded friend zone."

"We've talked about this, Xander. Buffy's with Dean."

"I know, I know. But a guy can dream. People break up." Xander said hopefully.

"I don't know, Xander. They have a lot of history." Willow said frowning at Xander.

"Yeah, isn't that weird? He's like her brother." Xander said making a face.

"I think it's cute. They've been together since childhood."

Xander didn't reply as he spotted Buffy down the hall and walked over to her.

"Hey Buffy!" Xander greets.

"Is that even Cordelia's locker?" Buffy asked, looking at Cordelia strangely.

"Uh, I don't know."

"Xander, I have to, um... We can make this up later. You don't mind, do you?" Buffy said distractedly handing Xander the text book she carried.

Buffy walked after Cordelia, following her outside the school. She lost sight of her for a few minutes but soon found her when she heard the sound of a car crash. Buffy sprinted across the grass as she watched Cordelia wander aimlessly into the middle of the street. Buffy tackled Cordelia out of the way of the moving van.

"Oh, my God, I, I can't see anything!" The brunette shrieked.

"It's, it's okay, it's..." Buffy broke off as she saw the girl's eyes. They were completely white. "Oh God!"

"Hex bag number 2." Dean said as he entered the library. He dropped it on the table. "In her locker."

"Blinding your enemy to disorient and disable them is classic witchcraft." Giles said.

"That's two different girls, two different social circles. Only common variable is…" Sam said.

"Cheerleading." Willow finished.

Sam nodded.

"Who'd wanna go after cheerleaders?" Xander wondered.

"Maybe someone wanting to take out the competition." Buffy said thoughtfully.

"That would make sense." Sam agreed.

"Amy." Buffy said. "I talked to her in the hall yesterday and she was totally hung up on not making the team. Her mom was some top cheer queen in her day and she was freaking about not being able to fill her shoes."

"Uh, let me make sure I have this right. This witch is casting horrible and disfiguring spells so that she can become a cheerleader?" Giles said looking doubtful and more than a bit disturbed.

"She's desperate to get on that team, and I've got this feeling she'd do just about anything to make her mom's dream come true."

"Cheerleading was kind of her mom's last hurrah." Willow said.

Xander stood up. "So we have to stop Amy. We should grab her and..."

"I think we should be sure she's the witch before we arouse her suspicions. She's, she's capable of some fairly unpleasant things." Giles interrupted.

"Okay, alright," Dean said. "So, you're in high school, you're desperate to make the team and please your mom, so you turn to witchcraft. What's the first thing you're gonna do?"

"Check out the books on witchcraft!" Willow supplied, going over to a computer.

"Uh, no! No, that would be the last thing you would do! You don't wanna leave a paper trail. Forget that!" Xander protested quickly. He walked over to stand behind Willow, Buffy, and Sam as they examined the library check out logs.

"It'll just take a minute." Willow said.

"We don't have a minute! Cheerleaders are in danger! We don't know who could be next!"

"Dude, relax." Dean said giving Xander an odd look. That guy was the meaning of spaz.

"'Witches: Historic Roots to Modern Practice.' Checked out by Alexander Harris." Sam read off the screen.

"'The Pagan Rites', checked out by Alexander..."

"Alright, alright, it's not what you think." Xander said.

"You like to look at the semi-nude engravings?" Willow asked.

Xander blinked. "Oh, well, uh, I-I guess it is what you think."

"No sweat man, I've done it too." Dean said nodding understanding. "Those 16th century scribes knew how to draw some tits."

"Oh yeah." Xander agreed.

"All in favor of pretending they didn't hear this conversation?" Buffy asked.

"I!" Willow and Sam said together, raising a hand in the air.

"Have you all quite finished?" Giles asked exasperated. "We have to find a conclusive test. There may be something in here..." Giles flipped through a book. "Yes, this should do it. You'll need some of her hair, a little quicksilver and some aqua fortis."

"Well, that's just mercury and nitric acid. You can get that in the science lab." Willow said.

"'Heat ingredients and apply to witch, and if a spell has been cast in the previous 48 hours, witch's skin turns blue.'" Giles read before shutting the book. "Oh, and you'll need some Eye of Newt."

"Looks like we're Biology bound, Princess." Dean said handing her bag to her.

"Oh joy." Buffy groaned.

"Look on the bright side, after class we might get to chop a witch's head off." Dean said with a grin.

Buffy laughed and they left the library arm in arm, followed by Willow and Xander.

In Biology, Dean watched as Willow plucked an eyeball from a frog they were dissecting and dropped it into the beaker.

"Eye of newt." She said proudly.

"How's Buffy doing with the hair?" Xander asked, glancing at the blond across the room.

Dean watched as his girlfriend pretended to drop her pen into Amy's bag and grabbed some hair from the girl's brush. She made her way back over to the table, subtly sliding the stolen hair to Willow. Willow mixed it into the potion before handing the beaker to Dean.

"You're up."

Dean nodded and walked passed Amy's desk, pretending to stumble and spill the liquid onto her skin. Dean's face gave nothing away as he apologized and walked back to the table.

"She's our Sabrina." Dean confirmed.

"Wave hi to the nice little witch." Xander said under his breath as Amy looked back at them.

…..

Amy walked into her house and looked around. "Where are you?"

An auburn haired woman walked timidly out of the living room.

"Another productive day in front of the TV?" Amy snarked. "I got a history report due tomorrow. Write it!"

Amy sighs in frustration. "I should be on that team by now. But instead Miss Buffy and friends are sneaking around stealing bits of my hair." She opened her hand to reveal Buffy's hair tie. "I'll be upstairs."

…..

Dean looked at Buffy curiously as they sat in English class. She had been uncharacteristically quiet since they got to school. "Hey, you okay?"

Buffy nodded. "Fine. Just tired."

Dean leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Sorry. I guess that would be my fault wouldn't it, beautiful." He pulled back and leered at her.

Buffy smiled in response as the bell rang. She grabbed her bag and stood up. Apparently that was a mistake as her world began to tilt.

Dean's hand shot out to steady her as she swayed on her feet. "Woah. Easy!" He wrapped his arms around her waist, and looked down at her worriedly. "Are you feeling alright?"

She nodded slightly, grimacing as the motion made her dizzy. "Little light headed."

"Well lunch is soon. Maybe you'll feel better after you eat. We did skip breakfast." Dean said his face still creased with concern.

"Yeah."

Dean led her out of the class room, an arm still around her waist. They had only made it a few feet down the hall when Buffy stumbled.

Dean steadied her again. "Baby?" He frowned at how pale she looked all of a sudden.

"I…I don't feel so good." Buffy said weakly, her voice soft and slightly slurred.

Dean's eyes widened as her legs gave out. He caught her before she fell. "Buffy!" Her eyes rolled back into her head as she passed out.

A feeling of dread built up in the pit of Dean's stomach. He picked her up and rushed to the library. Screw third period.

"Giles!" Dean shouted as the rushed through the Library doors.

Giles looked up in surprise that quickly turned to worry as he saw who Dean was carrying.

"Good lord, what happened?" Giles asked as he ushered Dean into his office.

Dean gently placed Buffy in a chair and brushed her hair out of her face. "She collapsed. Outta no where she just passed out."

Willow and Xander came into the room.

"Is Buffy okay? We saw her pass out." A worried Willow asked.

"I don't know what's wrong with her." Dean said helplessly.

"Do you think it's the witch?" Xander asked.

Dean's jaw clenched. "I don't know. Check Buffy's locker. See if you find a hex bag."

Xander nodded and took off.

Dean's head snapped up as he heard Buffy groan. "Buffy?"

She blinked her eyes open and looked at him.

"Hey, what happened?" Dean asked her.

"I… I don't know. I just got really dizzy… and hot." Buffy squeezed her eyes shut again. "Room is spinny."

Xander ran back into the office looking upset, a hex bag clutched in his hand. "Amy strikes again."

Dean's eyes narrowed. "I'm gonna kill this bitch." He growled.

Giles opened the hex bag and set it on the desk. "This isn't like the others." He said. "I'm not entirely certain, but I believe these herbs are used for vengeance spells."

"She knows I know she's a witch." Buffy said weakly.

"Can you find out what spell was used?" Dean asked.

Giles nodded. "Yes, quite easily in fact." He pulled out a book from a cabinet next to his desk.

"Should we go find Sam?" Willow questioned.

Dean shook his head. "He's in class. Leave him till we know more. He's got lunch next anyway."

"Shouldn't we maybe get her to a hospital?" Xander asked.

"They wouldn't be able to help her." Dean said, his voice rough. He took Buffy's hand, rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

"Ah!" Giles said, his trademark sound of success. "This is a bloodstone vengeance spell. Hits the body hard like a, a quart of alcohol, and then it e-eradicates the, uh, immune system." Giles looked grim. "The others she just wanted out of the running. Buffy she intends to, um..."

"Kill." Dean bit out. He looked at Willow. "Get Sam."

Willow nodded, hurrying out of the room.

Dean looked back at Giles. "How do I stop it?"

"Well I, I've been researching that, and, uh, we can reverse all the spells if, um...we can just lay our hands on, on Amy's spell book." Giles said.

"And if we can't?" Xander voiced Dean's thoughts.

"Well, the other way is to cut the witch's head off."

"Show of hands?" Xander asked, putting his hand up.

For once Dean agreed with Xander completely. "Done deal."

"It's not Amy's fault. She only became a witch to survive her mother." Buffy said quietly, her voice weak.

"I so don't care. All I care about is that you go on breathing. If this bitch has to die to make that happen, so be it. She had it coming." Dean said forcefully, looking into Buffy's glassy hazel eyes. He brushed the back of his hand over her clammy cheek.

The door swung open and a worried looking Sam ran in. His eyes fell on Buffy slumped in the chair then shifted to Dean's tense face. "How bad is it?"

"Bad." Dean said shortly.

Giles went over the details of the spell that was cast again and Sam paled.

"How long do we have?" Sam asked.

"Well…"

"The truth." Dean cut in.

"Couple of hours... Three at most." Giles answered reluctantly.

"Son of a bitch." Dean cursed.

"Then we need to move." Sam said, his voice strained. "Giles, where would she be casting these spells?"

"Oh, she needs a, a sacred space. A-a-a pentagram, um, large pot."

"Her home." Dean concluded.

"Alright, help me up." Buffy said.

Dean reached down and lifted Buffy in his arms. "You're not walking anywhere." He said firmly. He looked at Wilow and Xander. "You guys keep an eye on Amy. Don't let her figure out what we're up to and don't let her cast anymore spells."

They nodded.

"Come on, Sam." Dean said carrying Buffy out of the Library.

….

Giles pulled the car up in front of the Madison house.

Dean carried Buffy up the walk as Giles pounded on the door.

An auburn haired woman opened the door. "Who are you? Wha, um, uh, is there something wrong?"

"Mrs. Madison, we need to talk to you about your daughter." Giles said sharply.

"I'm not allow... You'll have to come back later." She said, trying to shut the door.

Sam walked past Giles and shoved the door open. "Excuse me."

Dean walked in after him, holding Buffy.

"What?" The woman is shocked by the men shoving their way into her home.

Dean sets Buffy down on the couch. Giles turns to Catherine.

"Your daughter is meddling with something very dangerous, are you aware of that?"

"Uh, I don't know what you're talking about." She denied.

"Oh, I think you know only too well." Giles snapped.

"You've got to go. She's gonna be home soon, and you..."

Dean angrily slammed his hand against the wall and glared at the woman, fire in his eyes. "Look lady! My girlfriend is dying! Now I don't give a rat's ass about why your daughter's a nut job witch or about your sick obsession with cheerleading but I-"

"I don't care about cheerleading! It's not my fault she's doing stuff."

Buffy looked at the floor and saw a plate of brownies under the coffee table. She remembered a conversation she had with Willow about her and Amy eating brownies together. Why would weight conscious Mommy Dearest have brownies?

"As her mother you should assume some responsibility for her actions." Giles insisted.

Catherine laughed humorlessly. "Well, you know, these kids today! I... She's out of her mind. Ever since dad, her dad... left I can't control her."

Buffy stood up shakily and made her way over to the woman. Dean, seeing her intention rushed to her side.

"What are you doing?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her waist to support her.

"Dean I think that's Amy." Buffy said quietly.

"What?"

Sam walked over to them. "What's going on?"

"She thinks that's Amy." Dean said looking confused.

"She switched their bodies?" Sam asked, shocked evident in his voice.

Buffy walked closer to 'Catherine'. "Are you Amy?"

The woman looked shocked.

"I don't understand." Giles said looking flustered.

"She switched! She switched your bodies, didn't she?" Buffy asked looking at the woman intently.

Catherine looked down, defeated.

Giles' eyes widened. "Good lord!"

"She wanted to relive her glory days." Dean said, understanding.

"She said I was wasting my youth. So she took it." Amy said sadly.

"We can reverse what she did, but you need to show us where she did her casting." Sam said. "We need her spell book."

Amy nodded and Sam and Giles followed her up the stairs while Dean stayed with Buffy.

He brushed her hair away from her sweat coated forehead and placed a kiss on the clammy flesh. "We're gonna get the book and you're gonna be fine." He said softly.

Buffy nodded slightly. "Of course. My boys are looking out for me. How can I not be okay?" She smiled slightly. "You and Sammy are awesome."

"Damn right." Dean said with a smirk.

They looked towards the stairs as they heard footsteps running down.

"We got it!" Sam said triumphantly. "Come on we're going to the school."

Dean nodded and picked Buffy up, hurrying out of the house.

…..

Dean was lying back on the hood of the Impala, an arm wrapped around Buffy holding her against his side as they looked up at the stars. Yeah so being outside in the middle of the night on the Hellmouth wasn't the safest idea or at least that would be the case if they were someone other than Dean and Buffy and hadn't been armed to the teeth, but they were so they were fine.

Buffy shifted, looking up at Dean and he gave her that little smile that always made her insides melt. Today had been a long one for the both of them. Buffy near death experiences were never of the good but she was eternally grateful for Dean's presence. He understood her and the life they lived better than anyone. It was nice to have someone to share the burden with.

"What are you thinking about baby?" Dean asked.

"Just life."

Dean looked at her. "No more near death experiences for at least 6 months, alright?"

Buffy laughed. "I'll do my best."

"Seriously though." Dean turned so he was facing her. "I don't know what I'd do without you. At first I thought this Slayer thing was awesome but… it paints this huge target on your back. Don't get me wrong, you kick more ass than anyone I know, but everything wants a piece of you. I worry." He trailed the back of his fingers over her soft cheek. "I can't lose you."

Buffy leaned forward, pressing her lips to his tenderly. She pulled away and looked into his hazel eyes. "I'll never leave you if I can help it."

"Well you better help it. I'd probably kill Sam without you here to play referee." Dean said mock-seriously.

"Aww you love Sammy." Buffy said.

Dean sighed and nodded. "Yeah I do. And I love you. You guys are…" Dean shook his head. "I'm just gonna stop now before the violins start playing."

Buffy laughed and shook her head. She grabbed his hand and hopped off the Impala. "Let's go to bed."

Dean climbed off the Impala and wrapped his arms around her from behind as they walked towards the house. "Mmm, do I get play time?" He murmured seductively, his lips hovering over her ear.

"Maybe." Buffy said teasingly. "Have you been good today?"

"Define good. I didn't burn anything down and nobody died. Does that count?"

"That counts."

….

Ok Sorry this took so long to get out! I don't know what it was about this chapter that was so hard for me to finish. I think I'm getting bored with Season 1 rewrites, but can you blame me? Season 1 was a little boring. And I've been cheating and already outlined and half wrote season 2, which has WAY more changes than season 1. But I'm gonna stick with it and finish season 1 first, just don't be surprised if I skip some stuff. Btw for those of you who were wondering… I don't like Angel very much so… Buffy will in no way be falling for him. Doesn't mean there won't be Angel flavored drama though!

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