Title: 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!

I am SO SO SO Sorry! I've been very bad, I know, I know, and please don't throw stuff at me! I've moved a total of 5 times over the last three months, a total of over 1000 kms, and during that time I've lost two computers, and a laptop. I'm back now, hopefully for a bit longer than a week, and if y'all still interested in the story I'll keep going!

Buffy sat up quickly in bed. She remembered the dream clearly but she didn't understand it. Had it been a prophetic dream? It didn't seem like one – they usually came to her in riddles, only getting flashes of images that she had to work out for herself. But why was she dreaming of Sam's brother, the teacher? What was his name again… Dean? She asked herself.

Well, there'd been other bits and pieces thrown in as well, like Sam standing on a street corner kissing Faith, of all people. That bit must have been pure dream because Faith was still in the coma where Buffy had put her. Bits about that time still didn't sit right in her mind, but the past was past, and there was nothing she could do to do to change it.

Glancing at her alarm clock, she realised it was only 4am. She'd only been asleep for an hour and a half. Great, she thought, I can't even sleep when I'm dead tired. Then, remembering her dream she grimaced. Ok, so not exactly the best choice of words.

She glanced over at Willow's bed, and sighed. Her best friend was asleep and Buffy wasn't going to be a total bitch and wake her up, after all it was only a bad dream. The curtain moved, and Buffy glanced around. It's just the wind, she scolded herself before realising the window was closed. She climbed out of bed and looked outside, there wasn't even a star in the sky and before she'd even reached the window lightning struck. The tree outside of the dorm shattered as the force of the lightning tore down the centre, and for one brief moment Buffy could have sworn she'd seen the creature from her dream.

She waited silently for more thunder; she couldn't seem to take her eyes off the tree. She wondered briefly if she was really starting to lose it. The lightning struck again, but this time it was accompanied by a heavy downpour of rain. And then, Right outside her window, was the same monkey-like creature that had attacked Dean in her dream.

She stepped back. She half expected the creature to be a figment of her imagination, but when the lightning died down it was still there. Buffy wasn't sure if it was sitting on the window ledge, or had somehow floated itself there. After all the room was on the first floor, not ground level. The lightning flashed again and the creature was sitting on the window sill on the inside of the room. Oh great, she thought to herself, the one time I decide to leave my stuff at Giles' place, and this happens.

"Tlaloc will be happy to find you dead, Slayer," The Creature spoke; its voice was low and raspy, Buffy shook her head perplexed and a little bit pissed off. "Who is this Tlaloc I keep hearing about? What makes him so damned special?" The Creature looked shocked. "You mock the memory of the Gods? Tlaloc is the Gods creation, made to keep the world in harmony so long as they appease him!" The creature's voice rose as he spoke, sounding strangely like an oversized version of Alvin, the annoying chipmunk, and Buffy glanced at Willow worriedly. The last thing she wanted was a cranky witch on her hands. Willow, though, was still fast asleep.

"Never heard of him, sorry," Buffy said with a grin as The Creature looked as though it were going to spontaneously combust. "You will pay for your insolence, human!" Buffy braced herself as The Creature looked ready to jump at her, yet before it leapt she suddenly asked. "Look, who, or what, are you? I'd like to know what I'm killing!"

The Creature pulled itself up to it's full height before speaking. "I am Nahual. I am a sorcerer, bound in time by the Aztecan Priests until the time as when Tlaloc is needed once again!" his voice ended in almost a wail. Willow didn't stir in her sleep, so Buffy started to think that maybe something wasn't right about this picture. "So, I guess you think Tlaloc is needed now?" She asked glibly, The Creature looked affronted. "Indeed he is, I mean, this world is a shambles. It was fortold that when the Great Lord was needed once again there would be access to one of the greatest powers on Earth, the Spaniards brought us here when they settled the area thus the power had risen to the extent where Tlaloc can be brought back!"

Buffy shook her head. This little freak was starting to get onto her nerves, but there could only be one explanation for why Willow hadn't woken up for all the shouting – this was a dream. Clearly, she didn't have all the control in this world, since in a dream, when you realised it was a dream, you usually had the power to wake yourself up.

"Now… Slayer, I need a sacrifice from you…" The Creature said with a smile that gave Buffy the shivers. Before she had a chance to do anything the creature leapt at her, sinewy arms grasping at her throat with long nails raking into her skin. Before he could do anything more than superficial wounds that would be healed in hours, Buffy clapped her hands together over the creature's ears, and brought her knee up into its stomach.

The creature opened its mouth and Buffy pulled back a little before stepping in and driving her fist into the creature's nose, it grinned, although Buffy wondered about suggesting a dental plan, and bit down as Buffy pulled her arm back. The teeth grazed her elbow as Buffy kicked out at the same time, the force should have caused it to fly out of the window yet it vanished moments before the window pane. Buffy leaned on the desk to keep her footing, her head was spinning.

As much as she tried to keep her balance, her head was spinning way to fast for her to keep up with it. The last thing she remembered was seeing Willow sit up as she felt, rather than saw, the floor rush up to meet her.

Sam sat by the hospital bed where Dean lay, still and as white as a ghost. The wounds in his back had only been shallow but the one on the back of his neck had required almost twenty stitches. Along with the amount of blood he had lost, the doctors seemed amazed his brother was still holding on.

Sam himself wondered what had happened earlier that night. The place they were staying in hadn't shown any signs of a struggle, so that meant that Dean had left or let the intruder in, but that seemed unlikely. After all it had been his bed that was drenched in blood and there was none on the floor anywhere, other than between the bed and the bathroom. It was almost twelve hours later and Dean hadn't shown any signs of improving, but Sam wasn't giving up hope just yet.

He still remembered the look on Faith's face the night before when they'd walked into the flat only to find Dean lying face down in a pool of his own blood. He'd been worried that she was going to faint, but figured that somewhere along the line she'd seen a lot worse. He couldn't understand her reaction though, when he'd asked her to help him get his brother to the hospital. She hadn't said anything until she'd helped Sam get Dean into the car, wrapped up as much as they could in torn shirts with the sheets to stem the bleeding.

She'd practically bolted as soon as they'd pulled up at the emergency room entrance. There was still a commotion going on in the hospital outside of Dean's room but Sam didn't worry about that. The police were doing an investigation, not looking for the Winchester boys. But out of habit Sam still gave false names to the hospital staff.

"Hey, how you holding up?" a familiar voice asked and Sam looked around to see Faith standing in the doorway, dressed in fairly demure clothes compared to what she'd had on the night before. Over the top of her clothes she wore a white doctor's coat with a stethoscope hung around her neck. Sam almost didn't recognise her.

"Where did you…?" he started, before shaking his head. "Never mind. I'm not going to ask."

Faith grinned and replied "I wouldn't have answered anyway." Sam laughed even as it sounded hollow to his own ears. "I don't like repeating myself, Sam." She said again, but with a light tone to her voice.

"Yeah… I'm ok… But Dean…" Faith walked over to where Sam was sitting, taking a seat across next to him. "He's my big brother, you know? He's always been there for me. He's always been the one to look after me, save my ass from trouble… And the one time I could've helped him I was out for a walk; some brother I am."

Faith bit her lip. She didn't remember much but she knew what it was like to feel real pain somewhere, and witnessing it in Sam was bringing her own emotions back. What am I doing? She wondered, I should be getting out of here. I shouldn't be worrying about this shit – I need to put as much distance between me and this town as possible. But somehow, even though she wanted to get up and walk away, she only reached out and squeezed Sam's knee.

Hearing footsteps coming closer to the room, Faith stood quickly and slipped behind a large plant in the corner, using the curtain to hide her as well. Sam didn't get a chance to ask her what was going on before Willow walked into the room. "Hey Sam… I thought I'd seen you in here before… I heard about your brother from one of the nurses I know here… How is he?"

As usual the bubbly redhead was talkative, but reserved all the same. "Yeah, he's stable… But I don't know what happened, and unless he wakes up, I'm never going to know either." Sam answered. Willow nodded.

"Hey, um, I figured I'd better let you know, since I'm seeing you now and all… Buffy's in here as well. They're letting her out this afternoon though, so she should be right."

Sam glanced up, "Oh? What happened? Is she all right?"

Willow nodded, "Yeah, she was, uh, attacked by a dog last night. She went for a walk, and um, was attacked when she reached the dorm." Sam noticed the hesitation in her voice and wondered what she was hiding as Willow started backing out. "Anyway… I'll leave you to your brother… I hope he gets better soon."

Sam shrugged. "Yeah, thanks… I'll stop in on Buffy if I get a chance…." Willow nodded and left the room.

"You can come out now," Sam said to the seemingly empty room, Faith stuck her head out from behind the plant.

"I know her…" Faith said softly, mainly to herself. Sam raised an eyebrow…

"Look, as much as I can appreciate needing privacy, I'd like to know why you're dressed as a doctor. And why you're hiding from people you apparently know."

Faith looked squarely at Sam, a faint line of anger simmering in her eyes. "I don't know who I am, Winchester. I don't remember who anyone else is. I get a glimpse of someone's face and I know that I know them, but I don't know what I've done to them, or if they're liable to kill me or kiss me." Sam crossed his arms.

"That explains about Willow, but what about the doctor's outfit?"

Faith grinned, all traces of her troubled self gone. "Well, sugar, I thought you might be into the whole dressing up thing… And besides, I told you before I wasn't going to answer that."

Sam shook his head in defeat, and took his seat again. He wondered how it was that Dean seemed to understand women, and yet he could never quite get a grasp on what was going on. He glanced at Dean, apparently sleeping peacefully, and hoped to God that he woke up soon, if only to explain a little about the female mind.

"Look, Giles, Buffy told me what happened when she came to in the hospital. She told me about the dream she had about Sam's older brother, the teacher. Sam was sitting in the hospital next to his brother, who has the same wounds that Buffy saw in her dream!" Willow explained. She took a quick breath before continuing. "I'm sorry I didn't let you guys know about Buffy, but I wanted to get her here as fast as possible. I didn't think her dreams were the prophesy type til I saw Sam and his brother!"

Giles nodded, flipping through the heavy volume in front of him. "Tlaloc… Tlaloc… ah yes, Tlaloc, the Aztecan God of Rain and Fertility… It's written here that he was created by the other Gods as a caretaker, of sorts, for their people. He would be generous with children and rainfall, but only so long as his people sacrificed what was most dear to them." He paused, sipped his tea, and continued. "In most cases it was a firstborn child, or fluids from their own body."

Xander shut the volume he'd been looking through. "So, he's an actual God? How are we supposed to stop that?"

Willow shrugged. "Short of Buffy ending up dead and this world in ruins anyway."

Giles shook his head. "Well, by all accounts, he was created by Gods, so therefore doesn't have the immortality of the actual Gods, but he's still the most powerful being that we've come across. I fear that the only way to stop this Tlaloc is to stop him being unlocked from his, er, box."

"So," Xander said with a grin, "What does this sucker look like?" Giles didn't reply, just turned around the volume and pointed to a picture bordered in black. A goggle-eyed blue being stared up from the page, fangs as long as its chin dripped with something the picture was too old to identify. Xander raised an eyebrow. "Wow… So it's ugly as well as powerful."

The light was suddenly too bright and Dean tried to cover his eyes. The attempt didn't work, plus all it did was send pain shooting through his shoulder. He tried to open his eyes slowly and though the light bit in like knives, he could see. With an effort he turned his head, only to see Sam trying vainly to sleep comfortably in a chair that wouldn't be comfortable even to someone half his brother's height. He turned his head in the other direction, only to see the blonde from his class, Sam's friend, standing in the doorway.

"You." He stated with a frown. It hurt too much to smile besides; he was meant to be getting her back.

"Yeah, me. Tell me, what do you remember from your attack?" Dean shook his head. "I don't… nothing…."

Buffy sighed, and walked closer. "Look, this is going to come as a shock to you, but…" She started, only to stop when she saw Sam moving. "Never mind. I'll tell you when you get out." She finished.

Dean looked back at his brother – Sam was going to have a sore neck after sleeping on that chair and by the time he looked back at the blonde she was gone.

"Hey, how you feeling?" Sam asked, noticing his brother was awake.

"Like some monkey has taken a bite out of my neck." Dean laughed as Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Dean, what happened? When I left, you were asleep. I get back and you're passed out on the floor covered in blood!"

Dean grimaced, "Oh yeah, figured that bit was real…. Thing is, Sammy, I don't even think you're going to believe this one." Sam crossed his arms, giving Dean his Bitchface #9.

"Try me."

Dean sighed. "Well, I didn't leave the room. It happened… It happened in a dream."

At that moment Dean heard footsteps and glanced up to see a brunette, correction… A hot brunette, walk into the room. "Hey Sam," she started, only to then notice Dean. "Oh. You're awake. I'm Faith… I'll be crashing at your place for a while." Dean looked back at Sam.

"Dude, tell me I'm dreaming again. This dream I like!" Sam shook his head.

"This is the girl who helped me drag your sorry ass to the hospital." Faith put her hands on her hips.

"Besides, you wouldn't be able to handle me even if you weren't injured!"

Dean laughed, long and loud. "If you say so, darlin'!" Sam just rolled his eyes.

Faith turned to Sam, "I've just dropped by to let you know that I'm dropping some stuff off at the place and I'm not too sure when I'll be back, but I'll see you when I see you…."

Sam nodded, "You gonna be all right with everything?" Faith nodded.

"I'll be five by five, sugar. Bye Dean," she added as she left the room.

Dean glanced back at his brother. "Dude, if me ending up in hospital means you end up with a hot chick, maybe I'd better do this more often!"