(2/10/2017) Sorry this is so short, but the next chapter is already underway soooooo… forgive me?
I was initially planning on ending this fic (in, like, two hundred years at this pace) at the end of SPN season 11 but the recent episode is making me reconsider. It would just be too fun to write something up for Dean's whole Memento thing :D Then again, I've no idea what to do with the whole BtVS season 8 thing. I could use some suggestions!
Thank you RHatch89, thedarkpokemaster, jkmp28, and Theayonder for the reviews! And thank you Theayonder for pointing out a mistake! Oopsies. And all you favoriters and followers get blown kisses!
February 2007
The Sunnydale Press
Park rangers are on the lookout for what might be a stray wolf that has strayed within city limits.
The bodies of several small animals have been discovered in and around Sunnydale Public Park and Recreation Area (located on the north end of town). The country club and golf course have been closed until further notice. Residents are advised to lock up any small pets until the animal in question has been contained.
If you or anyone you know finds the animal, please seek shelter immediately and call 911.
(Text conversation between Sam Winchester and Buffy Summers)
SAM: Hey Buffy
BUFFY: Hey, gigantor. What's up? Where are you guys?
SAM: Albany. Hey, Gordon Walker's dead
BUFFY: Wacko hunter? What happened
SAM: Got turned. Tried to gank me
BUFFY: WTF? Why?
SAM: Long story short, thought I was evil. Bela told him where I was, the bitch
BUFFY: What is wrong with that woman
SAM: I dunno
BUFFY: We had a hunter here too going after werewolves. Oz is one. Don't tell Dean
SAM: Is he going to be okay?
BUFFY: He's fine. What's with the freak out?
SAM: Remind me to tell you about Madison
BUFFY: Uh, okay
SAM: Why don't you want Dean to know?
BUFFY: Because I don't want him killing my friend!
SAM: I'll make sure he won't. Better he knows before he does it by mistake
BUFFY: Fine. Your fault then if something happens
(Phone call from ? to Bela Talbot)
BELA: H-Hello?
?: You have two days. Then the hounds come.
BELA: (harsh whisper) Who is this? What do you want?
?: She's willing to make you a deal. Your soul for Sam Winchester.
BELA: No! No no no! I gave her the Colt! You already agreed to—
?: Shit's changed.
BELA: (sobbing) That's not fair.
?: (derisive laugh) So? We've got you by the tits, dear Bela. Either kill Sam Winchester or get ready for that one way trip downstairs.
BELA: (quietly) All right.
?: Excuse me? I couldn't quite hear you.
BELA: I said, all right! I'll do it.
?: Thanks, darling. We're even giving you a little extension on your deal just because we're nice. You've got a week.
BELA: It's… appreciated.
?: It better be. Looking forward to hearing the good news.
POLICE INCIDENT REPORT / SPD
DATE: February 26, 2007 / Time: 9:38PM
TYPE: Homicide
LOCATION: 790 Oak Park Street
INCIDENT REPORTED BY: Mr. Rupert Giles / Age: 57
SUSPECT: Unknown
NARRATIVE: ON THE EVENING OF MARCH 2, 2007, I DETECTIVE LEE WAS ASSIGNED TO A HOMICIDE REPORTED AT THE APARTMENT COMPLEX AT 790 OAK STREET. MR. GILES HAD REPORTED THAT THE BODY OF THE DECEDENT, MISS JENNIFER CALENDAR, HAD BEEN FOUND IN HIS BED PLACED THERE BY HER UNKNOWN ASSAILANT. INITIAL REPORTS INDICATE THAT HER NECK HAD BEEN BROKEN. ROSE PETALS AND CANDLES HAD BEEN METICULOUSLY PLACED AROUND THE APARTMENT IN A MANNER SUGGESTING A ROMANTIC ENCOUNTER. MR. GILES' ALIBI HAS BEEN CONFIRMED AND HE IS NOT A SUSPECT IN THIS CASE. / END REPORT
(Phone call from Dean Winchester to Buffy Summers)
BUFFY: Dean? Why are you calling? Shouldn't you guys be on the way here anyways for… for the funeral?
DEAN: Can't a guy call his own sister every once in a while without getting crapped on?
BUFFY: No, because if you're calling then something's up. Spit it out.
DEAN: Goddamn suspicious little midget.
BUFFY: Bite me.
DEAN: Not something a freaking Vampire Slayer is supposed to say. (sigh) Anyways. I'm calling 'cause we got a problem.
BUFFY: See? I was right.
DEAN: Shut up. They… um… see, Sam found this guy. Dude basically was replacing his own limbs and organs and shit whenever it got rotten so he could live forever. And-And-And Sam, see. He thought it could, you know, save me from the deal, so he stole the dude's notes or formula or some shit—
BUFFY: Dean. You're babbling.
DEAN: (whisper) Fuck. (normal tone) Look, the the demons found out and said trying to copy this dude broke my fucking contract. They said that means either Sam dies or they half my year. I took the half.
BUFFY: WHAT? No! No no no no no, that's not enough time we haven't found anything—
DEAN: I know! I know. I just… I wanted to let you know and tell you, you know… that I love you. Just in case. Pain in the ass midget that you are.
BUFFY: SHUT UP! You get your stupid, gun-toting ass here right now so we can figure this out or so help me I will run to wherever you are and beat your pretty face in!
SAM: (in the background) Dean, I can hear her from here. Let's just head back to Sunnydale.
DEAN: (sigh) Okay, okay. (in the phone) We'll be there in two, three days.
BUFFY: Fine! Don't do anything stupid… stupidER. Got it?
DEAN: Yeah. All right.
Author's Note : Giles is listed as having been born in 1954, however since the whole fic is upped by a decade I pushed his birthdate to 1960. Was worried that by the end I'd have a geriatric Watcher breaking a hip killing demons.
