Buffy POV

I felt rope capture my arms and pull them behind my back. The old man woke up glaring at me. He walked forward and grabbed the knife from the floor. I squeezed my eyes shut and braced myself for the inevitable pain about to come. I felt my arms go slack
as the rope was cut. My body sags in relief.

"Thank you...?" I said gratefully.

"Bobby. The names Bobby. But now you owe me some answers." He said gruffly.

I took a deep breath and steeled myself. "Shoot."

"Ok let's start easy. What's your name?" He questioned.

"Buffy. Buffy Summers." I replied. "What is the date?" I asked hesitantly. His eyebrows raise skeptically.

"June4, 2002." I inhale sharply. I've been gone for 1 year and 7 months. Except every month hear is ten year there. I've been in literal hell for 190 years. Tears pricked my eyes.

"What are you?" He hissed suspiciously.

"I-I'm the slayer." I murmured.

He looked at me in surprise. "You're the slayer?" He asked in awe. "Wait a minute, how do I know you ain't some demon or something?" He said accusingly.

I close my eyes and centered myself. "Attack me."

"Well since you insisted." He grumbled.

Everything is silent for a moment. I suddenly feel a shift in the energy surrounding me and spin around. I grabbed his wrist and twist. He hissed innpain and I dropped his wrist. My eyes opened and he looked up, amazed.

"It's true." He whispered. "You're the one. You've stopped 6 apocalypses." He smiled.

"At least 7 actually but who's counting." I smiled softly, trying to be friendly.

"Why were you just wandering the woods then?"

"It-It's a long story." I tried to back out of telling him the truth.

He looked at me and shook his head. "That's not how this works. I ask and you tell. Slayer or not."

"Well, about a year and seven months ago, a hell-god came looking for a key of some sort, to open the portal up back to her home land. It.. it uh.. turns out my little sister was the key. When Glory figured it out she took my sister and I... I wasn't
there to protect her." My voice cracked but I continued on. "But I wasn't just about to abandon my little sister to hell. No way. I was too late. Again. When I got there, the ritual had already started. Dawnie... Dawnie was there tied up at the top
of the tower, bleeding. The only way to stop it was for the blood to stop flowing. But see, she's my sister.. and we-we have the same blood. So I jumped instead." I couldn't hold it together anymore amd burst out sobbing.

Bobby quickly pulled me into a hug but that did little to stop my tears. I heard the door open and Bobby whispered for them to leave but I didn't even look up. The door shut quietly and I soldiered on, committed to finishing.

"Sorry." I reigned myself in. "I-I spent the last year and a half in hell. Which was 200years there." I finally finished. He looked at me with pity and I turned away. "If it's alright with you, I think I'm going to go on a run."

He nodded his consent and I practically ran away frantically wiping my cheeks.

Dean POV

Sammy and I rolled into Bobby's gravelly driveway. We strolled in, expecting to see see the demon bitch in a pentagram and Bobby interrogating her or something. What a surprise we were in for, seeing Bobby on the ground holding the sobbing demon. I looked
at him questioningly.

He glared at me and whispered at me to leave. Sammy and I backed out and waited on the front porch.

"Why is he comforting that demon?" I asked.

Sam punches my shoulder. "Dude we don't know that's what she is."

"Whatever." I scoffed.

The girl ran out past us back into the woods and I stormed inside. "Bobby, what the hell was that?" I shouted angrily.

"What was what?" He completely ignored me.

"Why were you comforting that demon bitch back there?" I barked.

He stopped walking and whipped around to face me. "Listen good and listen well boy. You don't know who she is and what she's been through, so don't you go on and judge her." He said calmly.

"Why can't you tell me?" I snapped angrily.

"It's not my secret to tell." He replied stubbornly.

"That bad, huh?" I asked softly.

"It's certainly not good. I've never even here of anyone going through that." He murmured.

"Who is she then?" I still wanted answers.

"Ask her yourself." He nodded towards the tree line as the blonde walked back into view. Her face still red with dried tears. I turned around but Bobby had already gone back inside.

"Hey, you. Who are you?" I asked.

"Buffy Summers." She said as I snorted. What kind of name is that?

Whatever. "Why are you here?" I asked straight to the point.

"I'm not totally sure. Bobby found me in the woods and brought me here." She answered cryptically but I let it slide.

"What are you?" Here we go, the ten million dollar question.

She stood up straight and looked me in the eyes. "I'm the slayer." She said confidently.

I looked blankly ahead still while Sam looked like he was about to piss his pants he was so excited. "What? What is a slayer?" Sam gave me that look that says 'How are we related again?'

Sam sighed. "Into every generation a slayer is born.." He began to recite.

"One girl in all the world blah blah blah..." She mumbled. A cute small blush swept over her cheeks. "Sorry force of habit."

"You expect me to believe you kill demons." I scoffed. "Who you trying to fool here, Sweetheart?" She visibly flinched again except this time, a fire lit her eyes.

"I've taken down more demons than you have ever even heard of. I've fought things that make your demons run away and hide." She fired back, looking at her nails boredly.

When she heard no reply, she began to walk back towards the house. But hell would freeze over before I accepted that attitude from a potential demon. I pulled out my poket knife and flug it at her head. A split second before it would have reached her,
she turned and easily caught it.

Her eyes flashed from the knife and back up to me as I nervously laughed. She stormed up towards me.

"What the hell?!" She shouted. Her eyes flashed angrily.

"I had to make sure you weren't a demon." I said lamely. I felt attacked and even slightly guilty. Sick of feeling like this, I went back offensive. "Why did you say Alister back in there, huh? What's the deal with him? For all we know you're working
for him. Maybe you're even his partner, huh? Either type of partner, am I right?" I sneered suggestively. Ok I should probably stop, I'm going a little far. "l mean, is he the only demon you've ever fucked? Or are there more? Answer
the question, Sweetheart." I added on, remembering her past reactions to the word. She started shaking and Sam glared at me.

"Low blow, Dean. Even for you." Sammy mumbled

"Buffy? You okay?" Sam asked softly.

"Yeah. Fine." She suddenly seemed small as her quiet voice quivered. Her eyes met mine shortly but they were deviod of the emotion I suddenly found myself longing for. She shuffled away and I found myself grabbing her wrist and attempting to pull her
back to me so I could apologize.

Surprisingly she yanked it back with a strength I didn't know she possessed. She shrunk away and kept her eyes lowered. "I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me." She pleaded and I felt physically sick.

"No it was my fault, I'm really sorry." I whispered horsely. For once in my life, I felt like the monster.

She nodded and paused. "Ask Bobby. I don't think I can tell the story again. At least not-not right now." She stuttered looking at Sam.

"Okay. That's fine." Sam said quietly. She nodded again and walked away.

"Dude what the fuck is wrong with you?!" Sam whisper shouted when she was out of hearing range. "She obviously went through something traumatic with that guy and you have the nerve to throw it in her face."

"I-"

"Forget it man. I don't even want to hear it." He snapped at me. He stormed away toward Bobby's and I followed dejectedly.

The screen door creaked open and I dreaded going to talk with Bobby.

Bobby looked up from his book. "What can I help you with?" He asked gruffly. Sam looked at me pointedly.

"Well Buffy wanted you to tell us the story instead. She didn't think she could do it again right now." I rushed out.

"Mhmm. Poor thing." He muttered sympathetically. I know it was going to be bad then. He's never sympathetic with anyone. "Ok. Long story short then. As you know, Buffy is The slayer. The slayer fights things we couldn't even imagine. About a year and
a half ago, she was forced to fight a hell-god who was trying to make a dimension to hell to return home. Her sister's blood was the key. Unfortunately the ritual had already started when she got there. The only way for the portal to close was for
the blood to stop flowing. She wouldn't let her sister die, so she-," He sniffed. "So she jumped instead. She ended up in hell for about 200years there time. She has a severe case of paranoia and PTSD. I haven't really figured out the triggers
yet though." He wiped his eyes.

"Now what'd you find out about Alister?" He questioned. I looked to Sam desperately.

"Well he hasn't been seen in almost 2 years but- but he's the head torturer down there." Sam said quietly. And all of the sudden everything clicked.

He-He tortured her down there and I.. I attacked her because I was upset. Fuck, why am I so fucking stupid? When she comes back, I'll apologize. I promised myself. If she comes back.

"You tell Bobby, what-what I said. I'm going looking for her." I whispered to Sam and was out the door before he had a chance to respond.

I jogged back into the woods. "Buffy?" I called out.

I heard a scuffling noise and ran towards it. "Run!" I heard Buffy yell. She was fighting a group of 6 vampires. Currently two of them were holding her arms back as the presumed leader punched her repeatedly in the stomach. She suddenly did a flip and
kicked the leader in the face. And in turn spinning her arms, the two holding her arms fell too. She snapped a branch off and quickly... stabbed? Why was she trying to kill them like that that wont work! To my surprise, they disintegrated
into dust. She spun around to kill the others but they had already ran off.

She keeled over in pain. I kneeled over next to her and attempted to wrap an arm around her but she flinched away. Pain ached in my heart.

"Just gimme a minute, I'll be fine." She wheezed.

"Okay." I said warily. And sure enough after a minute she stood up and brushed her legs off.

"Hey Buffy? I-I just wanted to say sorry for before. I was stupid and I was an asshole. And I'm really really sorry." I pleaded.

She nodded softly. "Ok. I forgive you."

"What?" I was caught off guard.

"Some people say I forgive to easily." She looked at me knowingly. "I guess we'll see."

"You won't regret it." I promised her and myself.

"So are you going back home or..?" I asked hesitantly.

"I'm going back, not now. But soon." She said slowly.

"You can, you know, stay with us until you get a place? Or not that's fine too." I say nervously.

"Actually that would be great. Thank you. Except I haven't had a good nights rest since I got back." She glanced down. "Nightmares and stuff."

I nodded understandingly. "I have nightmares too it's fine."