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DISCLAIMER
Supernatural and BTVS belong to the WB. The Shadow King belongs to Marvel Comics. Oh, and Angel, Cordelia, Spike, and Dawn will be in here. However, there will be no mention of Spuffy. I'm a bit of a fan of it myself, but with Buffgel and Buffy\Sam mentions, it'd be too confusing.
Late that night, the Impala cruised into a small little town.
"Seems peaceful enough," Dean commented.
"Hard to believe it's on top of a Hellmouth," Sam agreed.
"How do you know so much about this place?" Dean wondered.
"Oh, yeah. That's right. You had gotten the flue the last time we were here. Man, you were sick as a dog," Sam recalled with a small chuckle. Dean just glared.
"So, where are these people you're supposed to meet?" he asked, once he had parked the car.
"Well, seeing how it's night, a cemetery," Sam answered, opening the trunk and getting some stakes and holy water.
"What?" Dean questioned in confusion, as his brother handed him some of the stakes. Sam didn't answer, but started off. Dean had no choice but to follow.
"Dude, I haven't seen one vampire," Dean complained after a while.
"Well, you can never be too careful around here," Sam responded. Just then, they heard the sound of fighting.
"Come on, this way," Sam urged. The two moved closer. When they reached the cemetery, they saw a blond woman fighting with a vampire.
"We gotta help her," Dean said.
"No, wait. Just give her a few minutes," Sam answered, holding him back. The vampire punched the woman, knocking her to the ground and grabbed her leg.
"Why don't you just give up, girlie?" he sneered, tugging on her captured limb.
"Hello? Does the word 'Slayer' mean nothing to you?" the woman replied. The next thing the vampire knew, he was flat on his back. She staked him and he disintegrated. Sam clapped. The woman picked herself up.
"Sam!" she exclaimed happily. To Dean's surprise, she ran up to them and flung herself into Sam's arms. Dean watched as they hugged, then pulled back slightly. She chewed her bottom lip nervously. Sam gave her a look. Then, slowly---tentatively---they each leaned towards each other until their lips met.