Title: Moonlight Meetings

Summary: No longer a One Shot! LOL!

AU fic - season one of SPN has happened until "Dead Man's Blood", but Sam & Dean, and John have separated. Seasons one til 3 of Buffy have happened, and Angel has been gone for about 6 months. Season 4 hasn't taken place other than Buffy & Willow being at university, and Xander living in his parent's basement.

Dean and Sam are sent to Sunnydale, but they don't know why. Buffy has her own problems to deal with, and doesn't take lightly to two rogue demon hunters turning up on her turf. Eventually DeanBuffy & SamFaith

Disclaimer: I own a Winchester shotgun, but I don't own the Winchester boys, nor do I own any part of Buffy

A/N: Thanks again Moon-Memory!! As always, please review!

Sam woke to an empty room, and a splitting headache. He fumbled around in the dark until he found some aspirin, before lying back on his bed. The daisy pink bed spread made him cringe and had made Dean crack up until he had to hold the door for support, after all pastel pink and green 'just didn't bond' according to Opera. That reminded Sam... Where the hell was Dean? He'd been in the room when Sam had fallen asleep, and for once, Sam's sleep had been dreamless, but now…Now he was worried about his brother. Sunnydale just didn't feel right .Nothing about this job felt right, like the fact they didn't know anything about this job at all. That was usually a big problem.

Sam heard the click of the lock and his hand slid under the bed, grasping the hand of the knife he had recently begun to put there. The cool touch of metal graced his fingertips and he tightened the hold, he heard a distinct tune of ACDC being whistled and, realising it was his brother, his hand slid out of the soft feathered pillow and hard mattress gradually. The door opened, and the light flashed on, blinding Sam.

"Dean! What are you doing? Are you trying to remove my eyes from my skull?" he snapped, shielding his eyes with his arm to hide the light pouring into the otherwise dim, musky room. Dean shrugged in a forced careless manner, not looking at his brother. "What's a Slayer, Sammy? You ever heard of one?"

Sam moved his arm slowly, blinking to let his eyes become adjusted to the light. "It's Sam… And Slayer… isn't that a band?" he asked. Dean shot a glare over his shoulder, and Sam raised his hands in defeat. "I've never heard of it, them… whatever," he admitted, "Why? And where did you go, anyway? You didn't blow our hustling money on some small-town, back water band did you?"

Dean sighed, "No Sammykins, I did not… And a Slayer not an 'it', Sammy, 'it's' a 'her'. I went for a walk, I couldn't sleep. Found a cemetery, and saw something interesting…."

"Dude, you were not watching two lesbians again were you?"

"What are you talking about, Buffy? I didn't leave the dorm last night – I've got a test coming up, I was studying." Willow protested. Buffy sighed, stopped for a second to shoot her best friend a glare, and continued her pacing around the room. "Well, someone, something was there last night, and I'm fresh out of clues about who it could have been. I thought maybe… Maybe you and Xander decided to show up anyway… But didn't let me know you were there or something… I don't know, Wil, I'm just a little freaked out, that's all."

Willow grinned, stretching out on her bed with her legs up in the air swinging as she took in her best friend's tense form and annoyed face. "I couldn't tell… Well, we did have a big graduation last year!" she went silent as a thought struck her, "It couldn't have been… Faith wouldn't have woken up, would she?" Buffy shook her head, sitting down opposite her friend on the bed Indian style as she pulled her blond hair over her shoulder. "I thought of that – even went to visit - but no, she's still in the coma that I put her in…."

Willow bit her lip, knowing how Buffy still felt about that particular incident. Buffy looked down and traced Willow's bed spread absently, pink and green did not go together, and she could almost swear Opera did something on that… "I've got it! There's a new 'Big Bad' in town, and it's doing recon or something…" Buffy trailed off, as Willow shook her head, her bright red hair swinging.

"How many 'Big Bad's' have you fought that haven't tried right from the start to take you out? In fact how many have you met that looked at you confused when you said you were the slayer, even Angel knew who you were… I doubt it'd be doing recon work… Anyway, I've got to go Buffy, I'm showing a new guy around this morning, he's only here for a couple of weeks doing some fill in stuff, and helping out in the library…." Willow climbed off the bed, and grabbed her bag Buffy slid in fount of her and looked at her with slightly panicky blue eyes.

Buffy shook her head denial setting in. "He can't be in the library! Where will we meet Giles?" Willow shrugged, Buffy looked like she wanted to tear her hair out and begin pacing again. "It's been pretty quiet lately, you said so yourself… Maybe we won't need to meet Giles anywhere?" Buffy flopped herself onto her bed, and Willow laughed as she walked out into the hallway… "I'll see you at lunch, Buff… And you gotta stop stressing so much!"

Dean didn't like the idea.

His father didn't like the idea.

This was probably why Sam wanted to keep ahead of it, wanted to keep his options open, and so, with this month-or-so long hiatus he was going back to college. Besides, the library was rumoured to have a lot of really old books (the oldest collection of historical and fantastical literature in a public library, according to the newspaper article he'd found… He kind of doubted this)… although how he was going to get a hold of them was anyone's idea. He also thought that the motioning of occult books helped out with Dean's opinion a lot… That and the fact that he wasn't moving into a dorm this time… Simply bunking with his family in some house in the outer area of Sunnydale.

He was waiting in the hallway, outside (of all places) the cafeteria, when the redhead girl walked up to him. "Hi! You must be Sam? I'm Willow, I'm meant to be showing you around," she said with a grin. "Oh… ok… I guess…" Sam stammered.

He had forgotten how overwhelming people could be.

"Well, that's obviously the cafeteria, so… do you know where anything is yet?" Willow asked, suddenly becoming nervous in the silence. He really was tall…. And cute… "Uh, no, not really…" Sam replied, "But all I really want to find is the library… it won't take me long to figure out where everything is…."

Willow nodded, and started to lead the way to the library, pointing out rooms and other landmarks along the way. Within minutes they were in the library. "So… Sam… where are you from?" Willow asked. Sam looked at her startled, a flashback of Jess pinned to the ceiling… burning… popped into his head and his eyes took on a glazed haunted look.

"Sam… Sam!"

"What?"

"Where was your last college?" Sam relaxed a little – how did you tell someone that you really don't have a home? "Stanford… pre-law, but I'm changing courses…" He trailed off, looking around the library. Everything looked new, books included, so where would these old volumes be? Dammit if he was wrong Dean would be pissed… Sam really didn't feel like Nair in the shampoo again…

He suddenly realised that Willow had spoken, "Sorry?" he asked, "I'm in a bit of a world of my own…." Willow laughed, "So I noticed, that's okay… It happens to me all the time! I asked what course you're changing to…."

Sam nodded, "Uh, Psych, actually; well, sort of. Paranormal investigations, and the like, what people can come up with to explain things they don't want to face…."

Willow nodded, but inside she wondered if Giles had moved all the books depicting actual demons. Belatedly she realised that Sam had continued to speak, "… this place has the oldest collection of paranormal books?" Willow shook her head, "What did you say?" she asked, rather abruptly. Sam grinned, "I asked if it was true that this place has the oldest collection of paranormal books?"

Willow laughed, nervously, "I… well… that is… I'm not sure… I'm not really into that sort of thing," she lied.

Sam nodded, "Right… Sorry. I should have figured." He laughed, half turning away. Willow jumped nervously, "Hey!" Sam turned back, and Willow continued, "I mean, you haven't even seen the rest of the school yet, and, well, it's my job to show you around, and I'm babbling, and you must really think I'm an idiot…" she trailed off. She looked so like a little girl trying to show an older sibling she was cool - Sam was having a flashback to Sammy talking to Dean saying that he could kill that demon and tie his shoelace too!

Sam laughed, "Hey, it's ok. Just, I only really need to know where the library is, where my class is, and the cafeteria…." Willow nodded, and started to back out of the doorway… "Well, you know where it all is…" she paused, and glanced at her watch, "Hey, look, it's almost lunchtime… How about you come have lunch with me and my friends? I mean, you're only new and stuff… you don't have to, if you don't want to…" she trailed off.

Sam laughed, "Ok."

Willow looked up, "Ok? Oh, ok! Umm, sure, ok… let's go?" she added lamely.

Sam laughed and shook his head as he followed her, how was he going to explain this to Dean… He was in trouble…

A/N: Ok... first chapter down... thanks, as always, to Moon-Memory for co-writing/beta-ing this for me! Keep those reviews coming in, and we'll have more of this to share...