Dean was the first to speak, "Listen, lady, unless you're from the band I don't know what the hell you're talking about."
"Slayer. She who kills things that go bump in the night. Now if you guys will excuse me, I have things to do." With that she turned around and started walking again. Sam and Dean followed.
"Nice as that may sound, my brother and I have been in this business our whole lives and have never heard of any slayer so you'll excuse me if I sound a little doubtful."
"Dean," Sam gave his brother a warning look, silently telling him to back off. "Excuse my brother. What he says is true, though. We've fought off a lot of demons throughout our lives but we've never run across, or even heard of, any slayer."
The stranger turned to face them. "Maybe that's because there's only one."
Dean arched an eyebrow, clearly skeptical, "One what? Slayer? Sorry, miss, but I don't buy it."
"Doesn't matter what you 'buy' and what you don't 'buy'," Buffy responded, complete with air quotes, "I'm it. To every generation, there is a chosen one, blah blah blah. When one dies, another is called and so it goes from generation to generation."
"So, there's only one of you to protect the whole world from evil? Sorry if that doesn't help with the disbelief."
"Well, if what you two said is true, looks like I'm not the only one fighting. Plus, it helps that most of the world's evil is centered right here in good old Sunnydale."
"And why's that?"
Her answer was short, to the point, "Hellmouth."
The truth behind what she was saying finally dawned on Sam, "Right under the high school. That's why it was blown up!"
"Bingo. Sounds like someone's been doing their research."
Dean couldn't help but stifle a laugh at that.
While the boys seemed to be relaxing a little, the woman refused to let down her defenses. "So who are you guys? Here chasing some bad guy or just passing through?"
"My name is Sam. Sam Winchester. And this is my brother, Dean. We're here because our friend has been tracking some disturbances that seem to be getting worse. Truth be told, we weren't even sure there was anything worth checking out."
"Well, if an apocalypse is nothing…"
The two brothers exchanged a look at that, "Looks like Bobby was right. So what's the deal? What're we fighting?"
"Listen you guys, this isn't a joke. I don't know what you two have dealt with in the past, but I can guarantee you've never fought anything like this. Hell, I've never fought anything like this! If I were you, I'd get out of here, out of California, out of the country if you can! Get out and go live your lives while they're still there to live."
"Well, now, that's not gonna happen. We've never walked away from a fight before and we're not about to start now. Hell, an apocalypse might be fun, eh, Sam?"
Sam, used to his Dean's attitude toward all things evil, ignored his question, instead asking one of his own: "What's your name?"
She sighed, feeling defeated, before answering, "Buffy Summers. Listen, I don't have time to sit and argue with you guys. You want in, you've got it. We can use all the help we can get anyway. Either of you ever fight a god?"
Dean laughed again, this time from a mixture of disbelief and awe, "A god? Are you serious? Dude, that's awesome!"
Buffy looked at him, clearly not amused. "Come on. If you guys are going to help, I might as well get you caught up. There's a shop a few blocks up where everyone else is waiting."
Not waiting to see if they followed, Buffy Summers turned again and began walking. Silently, the Winchesters followed, both carrying an anxiety that always made itself known before a new mission.
Sorry this one is so short. I've found that I'm in kind of a writing slump right now. No fears, though; it will pass :) I'm kind of afraid I don't have the character's voices quite right so if anyone has any suggestions, please let me know. Otherwise, I'll concentrate more on it in the next chapter. As always, I love reviews. They're what keeps me going :)