Moonlight Meetings
Summary: 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: Nope, I own the 1st season, I did own a Winchester shotgun (Man, I didn't want to sell it, but life goes on…), but not the Winchester boys… I can pray though!
Sammy hadn't moved from his seat near the window. Nor had he said anything, the blissful silence was almost more then Dean could take. This gift which Sam blessed him with meant he could work on notes for his next class in relative peace and quiet, he shivered deciding there was something just so wrong with that picture. Dean finally put down the book he was thumbing through and looked at his brother. "Are you gonna say it…Or are we just going to keep it all inside Sammy?"
Sammy glanced over his shoulder, looking lifeless while he did so… Like a doll, Dean almost snorted at Sam being a pretty doll. "Say what, Dean?" At this Dean shrugged, lifting his hands in exasperation.
"I don't know – whatever it is that you've been dying to say all night?" Sammy shook his head, giving look #3- My brother is a wackjob HOW do I put up with him?
"Nope. Haven't been dying to say anything at all… you must be thinking of one of your other students. Sir."
Dean grinned suddenly, "Huh… That's why EmoSAm has come out to paint his toenails!" Sam turned around and looked at his brother, trying to figure out what possible demon could stand Dean long enough to remain in control for this long.
"What!?" Dean crossed his arms, and leant back on the chair. "The first mention of the thing that you obviously weren't going to mention! I can read you Sammy… I know how you think!"
Sam raised an eyebrow. It was obviously going to be a long night. "Uh huh… R-i-g-h-t… So, let me see if I got this straight… I made the first mention of the thing that you believe I wasn't going to mention at all… And by saying I made the first mention… I am therefore going to mention it again… All of this is going on even though I have no idea what you're talking about?"
Dean grinned, "Yep," he nodded. "You mentioned it first."
Sam stood up slowly. It was long past dark outside, and this town still gave Sam the creeps, it had a perpetual twilight fog that hung like a curtain over gravestones and twisted under his hoodies giving him the chills. The couple of times they'd gone exploring after dark had led to encounters with countless demons, two werewolves, a small coven of what appeared to be witches… And they'd even noticed a small band of men dressed in what appeared to be army-issue camouflage, Dean now calls them Rabbid Hunter ad his band of wackjob men. It was so unlike their father to send them somewhere where they had no specific target, or so many that had no real reason to be there, plus his brother was teaching him...
Sam wanted to cry…
So he went into little brother mode.
He turned to face Dean, half-amused by the look on his brother's face, but trying not to let it show, "Really, Dean… I thought you'd be more comfortable with the thought of one of your students having a crush on you!"
The look on his brother's face was more then worth it, Sam thought with a laugh, as the chair Dean was sitting on suddenly collapsed.
"What? Who? What happened to my chair?" he added, noticing for the first time that he was sitting amidst the rubble that was once his chair. Sam couldn't help it – he practically doubled over laughing. Dean's shocked expression changed slowly into a glare as he climbed to his feet, determined not to rub his backside. "I thought you said you wanted time away from Supernatural stuff – why are you taking a history course?"
Sam was still laughing so hard he had to sit down on the other (stable) chair. "It's a pre-requisite for the course I'm doing… A psych course you jerk! I just want to know how anyone ever considered you as a teacher?" Dean looked offended; he even managed to straighten himself to his full 6'1" before answering,
"I'll have you know I look very convincing sometimes… It just so happens that I had a mail-away diploma sent to me not too long ago, for emergencies and stuff."
Sam nodded, still trying to hold back laughs. Dean continued with a smirk, "And just because you're related to your teacher doesn't mean you'll get away with not doing your assignments!" The look of shock on Sammy's face was worth any discomfort he'd felt earlier – never in a million years had Sam thought he'd hear Dean say that. Besides, Dean thought with a smile, he already had a plan in the works to get the better of the blonde girl he'd stolen the punching bag from!
Buffy walked between the headstones, senses alert. Behind her, a fair way back (for their own safety, truth be told) Willow and Xander walked side-by-side. Willow held what appeared to be a shotgun, and Xander carried a bag of chips. "It's not his fault!" Willow said quietly. Xander nodded, "Uh huh. I still don't get it, Wil… It's almost as though he leaves the gate open on purpose!"
Willow shook her head. "It wasn't him actually this time-" Her voice traled off as the night swallowed up her words, yet they also seemed to hang in the air between them.
Xander laughed, "Really? Like I'm supposed to believe that? Who was it then Willow… You?" One look at the red-head's face and Xander knew he'd actually stumbled upon the truth. "Willow, you didn't!"
Willow blushed. "Not on purpose! He looked like he was asleep, then I needed one of the books out of the cupboard in the back of the room! I went in, and when I came back out again… He was gone! I know I sound like a really bad mother here but I was only gone for 3 seconds!"
Xander shook his head, this could only happen to him… "He could've come at you! It could be you we're trying to track down tonight!" Willow shook her head.
"He's had the chance to do that before Xan, and he didn't then. He knows me no matter what form he's in!"
Ahead of the quarrelling pair, Buffy suppressed a scowl. She really did care about her friends, but they had to track down Oz before he did irreparable damage to some poor unsuspecting person. Or soul. Either was bad.
He had to pick this cemetery, Buffy thought with a grimace, noticing for the first time that they were at the 'beachside cemetery', meaning it had a kick-ass river leading off the ocean flow through the far side boundary. If he's gone swimming, then we may not find him til the next full moon and he get's back from somewhere like New England!
Coming up to where the ground started to slope downwards, Buffy thought she heard something… Someone… Crying, or maybe even wailing. It was unearthly and cold, making her hug herself to keep warm as her life felt like it was being sucked out of her. She turned to check her friends, Willow and Xander were nose-to-nose in an almost silent argument.
Making a quick decision, she turned off the path and glanced down towards the river. Five or six women stood waist-deep in the running water, fighting the currents, each holding a baby. As she watched, horror-struck, as the women kissed the forehead of their children, before pushing them under the water and holding them there.
Buffy flew into action, sliding the last part of the way down the hill, hurdling the makeshift fence, and jumping in. Strangely enough, the water was as cold as ice… Her legs suddenly felt like they were being stabbed with razor-sharp knives. She reached the first two of the women, and shoved them onto the bank. She followed suit with the next two, but the two after that were too far out for Buffy to get in front of. Instead, she grabbed them by the backs of their shirts and hauled them out.
"What do you think you're doing?" one woman screamed at Buffy; her child was still alive by the desperate shriek coming out of it's mouth.
"Tlaloc needs this sacrifice to bless our lands!" added another. Buffy stood watching, mouth agape, as each of the women gathered their children and started towards the water again.
"Are you all insane? What is this? Who is Tlaloc?"
One woman, a short brunette with bright blue eyes looked at Buffy as though the Slayer was the one gone mad. "Tlaloc is the God we serve. He is the God of rain and fertility! You don't understand - He will not bless my husband and I with another child unless we make a great sacrifice!"
Buffy looked the woman in the eye, "No, what I don't understand is how you can be so stupid!" With that, Buffy backhanded the woman with all her strength.
Four of the other's grabbed their children and ran, apparently even their belief in this God was not enough to keep the fear bodily harm from causing a reaction. By the time Buffy realised that only four had run, she was too late to stop the last woman from running back into the river with her child. She dove in after the woman, reaching around her for the child, but came up with nothing but water in her hands. The woman grinned at Buffy smugly.
"My sacrifice has been made – you're too late to sabotage it now." Buffy shook her head sadly, feeling the burden of the child's death as if it had been her own. "You don't deserve to be a mother." Buffy hissed softly, before knocking the woman out in the icy running water.
She dragged both unconscious women up the bank to where Willow and Xander stood, still embroiled in their argument. "Hey guys! Little help?" she called out, only to see both jump with fright.
The woman was placed on the ground and Buffy stood over her, watching her come back to life and scramble up, looking around and calling out a random name. She seemed oblivious to Buffy as she looked out into the river and broke down into tears, suddenly scrambling up and running away, her footprints lasting only a second in the mud as her dress fluttered.
Hopefully, after yelling at her for knocking out regular people, Giles could help to unravel the mystery behind it all. Seriously, Buffy thought to herself, sane people don't just up and decide to drown their kids!
The strange-looking person, creature was probably more fitting, watched from the shadows of the riverbank. The blonde must be the one he was warned about, he decided with a grin as his inhuman teeth flashing in the pale light. She would have to be the first to go, then he could bring back his people.
He had spent too many years in hiding, too many years pretending to adopt new customs, waiting for the opportune moment… The ultimate power to be at his disposal… To bring back his Gods, his beliefs.
He began to laugh softly, darkly, as he plotted the demise of the town, thought of the blood that would flow through his hands and onto the street. The chaos he would leave in his wake.
It was because of the laughing that he didn't hear the growls creeping up behind him, until he felt the hot breath against the back of his neck. He turned around slowly, only to find himself face-to-face with a werewolf. He began to scrabble up and fumbled for his silver knife as Oz launched himself at the unknown creature who smelt of death and danger.
As they walked away, Willow could have sworn that she heard shrieks in the distance, and she paused briefly, trying to hear more. Xander and Buffy stopped, "Are you ok, Willow? We'll come back out after we've got these idiots figured out. Plan of attack, method, you know the usual… That ok with you?" Buffy grinned, Willow nodded slowly, pausing for another second in consideration. "Yeah, that's fine. Let's get going."
From his new vantage point, which was up a rather tall tree, the creature tried to keep an eye on the werewolf below him, while also on the group walking away at the same time. All it did was confuse him, making him dizzy and he didn't want to be dizzy when there was a werewolf circling below him. "Tlaloc will be most gracious when he is returned to his rightful power!" he said softly, and suddenly realised the height of the tree he'd chosen. "I have always hated heights!" He moaned. "I gotta get down!"
A/N: As always please read and review!