I know these days, demons and such aren't really THAT big of a deal for the Supernatural guys, like Cas can just smite the crap out of demons and Dean isn't afraid of em cause he's been one and blah blah blah... But hey, they're still assholes, and they still fuck with shit.

And who knows what kind of crazy stuff they've merged with in the Buffyverse.

That being said, enjoy this next little chapter, I'm kinda sick today and haven't had a day off in about two weeks, so this is all I can shove out for now! I'll hopefully have a bit more time to rest and rejuvenate. ENJOY!

Buffy sat up straight, gasping for air, sweating an obscene amount. There were whispers of something in her mind, and she wasn't sure where they were coming from or what they were trying to tell her. Her dreams had been violent, filled with cryptic messages from an unknown source. She couldn't quite discern what they were trying to tell her and that's when she felt it, the one word, the one thing she could make out from the frenzy of warnings.

Spike. It said, Spike.

She threw her legs over the side of her bed and fumbled around in the dark for her clothing, she knew that if the strange slayer powers that be were trying to warn her about Spike, then something bad had happened. Something really bad.

She found her way down her stairs, Sam was sleeping on the couch but the space set up for Dean on the floor was empty, that made her heart race a bit more. She turned around a few times, listening, trying to get a feel for where he might be. She opted to go toward the back door, thinking maybe he was in the kitchen.

The kitchen was empty. But the back door was unlocked, she turned the knob and pulled the door open and was immediately surprised by the sight before her.

"Oh!" She shouted, covering her eyes, why she wasn't sure, it's not like they were indecent.

Castiel and Dean parted quickly, well Dean stood up quickly from where he was basically on top of Castiel on the back steps. He stood up and straightened out his shirt, clearing his throat a bit awkwardly, he smiled as he looked up at the slayer.

"Buffy! Great to see you. Sleep well?" He had his hands on his hips and Buffy uncovered her eyes to look at him, only to have to look away again, she didn't mean to look, it was just so obvious.

"Yeah, slept okay... Bed was a bit... Hard..." She shook her head at her warning but the message was clear and Dean clasped his hands in front of him. He tilted his head and smiled awkwardly, shrugging.

"It's only natural." Castiel said from the steps, though he hadn't made an effort to stand yet, Buffy could only assume why.

"Right, well actually I'm glad you're awake, both of you." Buffy sighed, getting down to business, "I had a dream, sort of... It woke me up. It was a warning."

"About what?" Dean asked, clearly switching to business mode in front of her, Castiel finally stood up, obviously flicking the same switch.

"Spike." She said, "It was a warning, something's happened to him, I can only guess what."

"You think he's been possessed?" Dean asked, "Why would that knowledge come to you in a dream?"

"Because being a slayer is weird." Buffy shrugged, "I don't know, I only know that when I went by to see him earlier, he was jumpy..."

"Do you want to go check on him?" Castiel asked, Buffy nodded. She began walking past them when Cas reached out and grabbed her shoulder, in an instant they were standing in front of Spike's crypt and her insides felt all twisty.

"Woah, head rush!" Buffy exclaimed, her hands flying to her head.

"Tell me about it." Dean huffed, rubbing at his face.

"Well, thanks for the lift angel boy." Buffy patted Castiel's shoulder and then opened the door to the crypt. It was already slightly ajar, but the room was dark. Dean and Cas exchanged a look and then followed her in and down the hole into Spike's bedroom. It was just as dark as the upstairs, but there was a very obvious lump in the blankets. Spike was sleeping, or at least pretending to sleep in a very convincing manner.

Buffy looked around and found a candle sitting on a table, she threw it across the room at him. He sat up and turned on a light, looking at her quite unamused.

"What in the bloody hell!" Spike shouted and then his eyes landed on Buffy, he smirked and sucked in his cheeks, "Oh hello, love. Come for a late night rendezvous?" Buffy scoffed and he looked past her to Dean and Castiel, "Though your friends will have to wait upstairs, sorry love, I don't do couples... Or men."

"We came to check on you, I-" Buffy was cut off by Castiel placing a hand on her shoulder, she turned to him, he was looking past her at Spike.

"We need to leave." He said.

"Why?" She whispered, the look in his eyes told her that he meant it.

"I don't see anything." Castiel cleared his throat and stood up straight, "He's not possessed. His face is the same." Buffy turned from Cas to Spike, who was tilting his head and looking at them all in a predatory manner.

"Right." Buffy said, "Sorry... Guess I was just worried about you and couldn't sleep, Cas decided to humor me and bring me here."

"You do care." Spike smirked and Buffy laughed a bit uncomfortably. She was about to reply when she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder and then they were back at her house, in her kitchen.

"What the hell, Cas?" Dean asked.

"His face-" Castiel visibly shuttered, "I don't know who that was, but whoever the demon is, they're in the same class as Crowley... As Alastair and Azazel... As Lilith."

"Ok, so it's a badass demon, what's the problem?" Dean asked, Buffy was visibly defeated, she sat in a chair at the island, her lips in a pout, her arms crossed over her chest.

"It's a badass demon in the body of a vampire. Super strength, the ultimate predator times two." Castiel explained, Dean shrugged, he still didn't understand, "It can't be killed with a stake, and who knows if it's able to be exorcised."

"So what do we do?" Buffy asked, a feeling of hopelessness working its way up into her chest, she hated that feeling.

"We can start by trying to exorcise the damn thing." Dean said, "Couldn't hurt to try."

"We can start by revoking his invitation." Buffy said, pushing down whatever feelings were threatening to impede in her mission and getting up, she had to get to Willow, she had to keep him out of the house. She ran around the corner and Cas and Dean followed.

"It might not even matter." Castiel said, "There is a demon possessing him now, regular vampire rules might not apply."

"What did Dean say a second ago? It couldn't hurt to try?" Buffy asked, a rather unamused but very determined look on her face. She knocked on Willow's door. There was no answer, "She must be sleeping." She sighed but pushed open the door anyway, "Hey Wil-" She found her way into the room but there was no one in the bed.

"What's up?" Dean asked, looking around the corner at the empty bed, "Where are they?"

"I don't know." She said, pouting a bit. A feeling of panic settled within her and she rushed to Dawn's bedroom, throwing open the door, her bed was also empty, "Dawn!" She shouted, rushing to the bathroom, the door wasn't even closed and the lights were off, "Oh god." She said, turning in circles for a brief moment before remembering that Sam was asleep on the couch; she and Dean exchanged a look simultaneously thinking the same thing.

They ran down the stairs and into the now empty living room, "Sam!" Dean shouted, turning for a moment, his brother was nowhere to be found.

"Where is everyone?" Buffy asked, "How could they have possibly disappeared in the time it took for us to go check on Spike."

"They were waiting, perhaps." Castiel said, "Watching." He looked to Dean who cleared his throat and shifted a bit.

"You mean they were uh, watching us?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest, "I feel a bit violated."

"This isn't funny, guys." Buffy said, her fists clenched at her side, "Someone took my sister and my friends, and I'm gonna find out who."

"The witches were necessary." A voice said suddenly, it was a small voice, one Buffy had heard before. She turned to see a familiar person walking towards them, "The others were just collateral."

"Jonathan?" She asked, her head tilted slightly, Jonathan smiled, his eyes flashing black.

"Not anymore."