Daddy Dearest

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke

Summary: Sam and Dean Winchester find out that they have a younger half-sister they never knew about. After a message from their father telling them she's in danger, they travel to Sunnydale, California, but things don't turn out exactly as planned.

Spoilers: Directly after "Hush," this is season 4 for Buffy… And all episodes up until Dead Man's Blood!

Challenge proposed by littleoldme off of TtH!

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Give thanks to ImmortalWizardelffan for reminding me that I have this story!

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When Buffy first opened Dean's trunk, she was a little surprised to find the vast amount of weapons. Her first thought was definitely not what they told her.

She figured they did solo police work or something. Maybe a division of the government that went after the supernatural? Something similar to Riley, maybe?She certainly wasn't expecting a story about demons, fire, and a life of nothing but hunting.

After Sam had promised to tell Buffy the truth, they made their way inside. As they walked, Buffy a few feet behind them, Dean had smacked Sam on the shoulder. He pointed out to Sam that he could already be manipulated by his sister.

When Buffy had sat on the bed, she watched as her brothers did their regular preparations for the night. Even as a slayer, she had never once put salt around the door, or made markings around the room for protection.

After they had finished making sure the room was protected from harm, they stood and looked at one another, while Buffy just waited.

"I've got all night," Buffy sighed. She may have been lying to them about her life as well, but at least she didn't get caught in the act. "What's the real story, and I'm not talking about how dad got attacked and randomly started searching for demons."

"It's partly true," Sam finally spoke. With a warning look from Dean, which Sam ignored, he started their story.

"When I was six months old and Dean was four, a demon killed our mom. Because of what happened, our dad knew something was wrong with how she died. He started looking into things, and when he hit a dead end, he somehow found people who knew what was happening."

"So I'm guessing from there he started learning how find and defeat the supernatural, hoping he would find the thing that killed your mother?" Buffy asked.

"Basically," Dean nodded. "He didn't want to leave us unprotected, so he trained us."

"But you were just kids," Buffy stared. At least she had the chance to have a normal life before being called, but her brothers, they never had fun. How could their dad just make them grow up so quickly?

"Yea, but we'd rather be kids that lived with the knowledge of how to protect ourselves rather than kids who were easy targets," Dean countered.

"So why aren't you with dad now?" Buffy continued. It really sounded weird to her that she immediately started John Winchester dad. She didn't even like the man at the moment, but she couldn't stop herself.

"Sammy here wanted a normal life," Dean pointed a thumb at their brother. He ignored the glare that he sent when he called him Sammy. "He went to college, so dad and I were left alone. Dad found a lead on the demon and left to take care of it."

"When Dean didn't get any word from him, he came to find me so we could search for him. I didn't really have that much of a choice in the matter, but here we are," Sam shrugged.

Buffy smiled as she realized where her common ground was with Sam. Whenever they tried to escape for some normalcy, they were always brought back to the supernatural. Now all she needed was to find something she could share with Dean.

"So now you're just going around the country fighting demons?" Buffy asked.

"More like angry spirits and haunted places," Sam smiled.

"Oh, I guess I'm more of the demon girl," Buffy muttered. "Where am I sleeping?"

The brothers were caught of guard by the change of topic, especially since Buffy just took everything they said so easily.

"Because I am most definitely not sleeping on the floor," Buffy pushed herself up on the bed so that her back hit the headboard. "This'll do nicely."

"Looks like you've got the floor, Sam," Dean smirked as he claimed the other bed. "I'm sure if you asked the person at the front desk for some sheets or a spare bed, they'd give you one."

Sam grimaced as he searched the room for extra sheets.

"Don't worry Sammy, this just means that Dean will take the floor next time," Buffy added cheerfully.

"That actually does make everything better," Sam stroked his chin, which caused Buffy to laugh.

"How come she can call you Sammy?" Dean asked offended.

"You're not my little sister," Sam answered as he still looked around the room. "I'm gonna go to the front desk and ask for something to sleep on."

"I'll go," Buffy rose from the bed. She could see that both brothers were going to argue, but with a raise of her hand, she stopped any conversation. "I just need some fresh air."

Sam had Okayed it, but Dean needed a little more pushing. With one wide eyed look and a small pout, Dean had given in. "But run back if something happens. You may be a good fighter and pack a helluva punch, but there are some things with wicked strength or even no body to hit."

Buffy bit her tongue to keep from making a reply as she walked from the room. How would they handle the fact that was destined to fight the things they stumbled upon?

But that's when it hit her. Her new family didn't know her secret, and they fought the evils and seemed to do a good job doing it. She was no longer obligated to fight, especially since her brothers seemed more than happy to do it.

'Though demons aren't their area of expertise,' Buffy thought to herself.

She had made it to the motel manager's office or whatever they liked to be called, when she saw the man putting a closed sign on the door.

'Since when do motels close at midnight?' Buffy asked herself. 'Since when do they close at all? What about night shifts?'

This was a different state, after all, so maybe things were different in Nevada. Buffy approached the glass door and knocked, only to be glared at by the man inside.

"I just want to ask for something!" Buffy yelled through the door.

The man looked at Buffy and then turned around to look at a back room that had a sheet acting as a door. His gaze lasted longer on the back room than with Buffy.

He hurriedly unlocked the door and led Buffy inside.

"Make it quick," the man snapped.

Buffy gave the back room a look of uneasiness before talking to the man. "Do you a couple extra sheets we can use?"

"Sure," the man said before hurrying into the back room and hurrying back out. He handed Buffy the sheets and shoved her toward the door when she heard a scream. It was faint, but it was there.

Buffy turned back to the back room, the manager's hands still trying to steer her toward the door.

As soon as Buffy looked to the back room, a woman came running out, but she fell halfway out. The sheet hung over her lower torso as she looked at Buffy with fear in her eyes.

"Help me!" she cried.

Buffy shoved the manager off of her and ran to the back room. She was careful not to trip over the woman as she came to face a demon, surrounded by three other frightened people.

"Who are you?" the demon hissed. "And what are you doing here?"

"Slayer, and here to slay," Buffy answered the questions. She was about to throw herself at the demon when the manager came running in.

"You were supposed to stop people from coming in!" the demon yelled at the man.

"I'm sorry," he bowed slightly. "She is stronger than she looks."

"And she's standing right here," Buffy snapped as she ran toward the demon.

It threw the first punch, which Buffy easily ducked under. She came up and delivered an uppercut to the demon's jaw, causing it to stumble backward toward a wall.

Buffy searched for a weapon, and found a knife where the demon was standing. This was some sort of ceremony, Buffy figured as she picked up the knife.

The demon ran at her, but Buffy was ready as she sidestepped its tackle. She grabbed the demon by the back of its neck and held it close. With the knife, she plunged it into its stomach. The demon dropped to one knee, and Buffy quickly snapped its neck.

The three people who watched the fight ran from the room, taking the fourth woman who was unconscious with them.

Buffy found the manager crying in the corner. Though Buffy was upset that the man was letting a demon kill people in his motel, she couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

"It's over now, you can stop crying," Buffy tried to sound nice. "The demon is dead."

"That's not the reason," the manager glared. "He said that if I didn't let him do this, then my motel and everyone in town would die from some disaster."

"And you believed him," Buffy sighed. "Listen, the demon only said that so he would get some free meals. Next time, just run."

Buffy left the room, making sure to grab the sheets and went back to the room.

"What took so long?" Dean asked worried as Sam took the sheets.

"A person would have to kill someone to get some service around here," Buffy sighed dramatically. "No worries, everything was fine."

As her brothers got ready for bed, Buffy contemplated the event that just took place. The demon was just another reminder that her normal life would never happen. Trouble always found her, and if she hadn't stopped the demon, then her brothers may have left the town not knowing about all the deaths, or they may have been the next victims.

'Or they would stopped the demon,' Buffy told herself. 'They are hunters after all.'

She couldn't escape this life, and if she tried, innocent people would get hurt. Dean and Sam could get hurt. She wasn't going to abandon her family, not like Hank and John had done to her.

"You guys," Buffy spoke. Dean and Sam both looked toward her with concern in their eyes. "I want to hunt."

"We'll talk about this in the morning," the Dean grunted as he turned over to face the opposite wall.

She gained no support from Sam either and he quickly buried his face in a pillow.

"Okay, maybe not."

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'I heard about Joyce.'

'What are you doing here Faith?' Buffy glared at the younger slayer.

'You're the one having the dreams, I'm just here making the most of it,' Faith smirked. 'But really, Joyce was a good woman, she didn't deserve it.'

'Is that why you attacked her?'

'Good point, but I wasn't gonna kill her.'

'So where are we now?' Buffy looked around the room. It was a motel, similar to the one she was currently sleeping in. 'Is this supposed to look familiar?'

'Once more, it's your dream, B,' Faith shrugged.

'Yes, that's true, but you always tell me something that I will eventually need to know, so out with it,' Buffy grew annoyed.

'Straight to the point,' Faith laughed. 'Your brothers, yes, I know about 'em here, take care of 'em. Something's gonna go down and you're gonna need 'em as much as they'll need you.'

'I'm not going to leave them,' Buffy crossed her arms.

'I know that, but John Winchester is another story,' Faith noticed how Buffy changed stances at the mention of her dad's name. It was weird that she, and not Buffy's brothers, could see how much she hated the man.

'What about him?'

'You're gonna need to stay with the whole family. He may have hurt you, but you can't hurt him. You don't want to end up like--'

'Like you,' Buffy smirked. 'Trust me, I won't go crazy and start killing people.'

'No, you may not, but I know you want some answers from John, even if it involves fists. And it only takes one act to turn someone.'

'You would know,' Buffy snapped.

'Yea, I would,' Faith walked closer to Buffy. 'Maybe this'll help.'

She placed her hand on Buffy's forehead and let the visions roll forward.

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Buffy gasped as she came back to consciousness. She breathed slowly, calming herself, before she sat up in the bed. She noticed it was still dark out.

She heard moaning from below her. She peered over the side of the bed to find Sam tossing and turning. He vaguely reminded her of herself when Willow described how she reacted as she had a prophetic dream.

'Did Sam have them too?'

The moaning stopped and Sam sat up, staring straight at Buffy, who smiled at him.

"I guess we both had a nightmare," Buffy shrugged.

"Yea, and you both woke me up," Dean groaned. "And since we're up, I can tell you this now, you aren't hunting with us."

"And what am I supposed to do when you leave, wait in the car?"

"It wouldn't hurt," Dean looked at her. "Or you can stay here and wait for us."

"Or I could go with you and help do some good," Buffy pointed out. "I have done this before, y'know."

"You're not gonna stop arguing are you?" Dean asked.

Buffy shook her head and smiled. "I'm as stubborn as they come."

"Just like Sam, great, now's there's two of you," Dean grabbed his pillow and tried to suffocate himself.

"We'll get started in the morning," Sam told Buffy. "Just to see what you know and go from there."

"Good, but just to let you know, I don't do guns," she sighed.

"Then how do you kill them?" Dean finally removed the pillow. "How have you never used a gun?"

"Usually I use my fists or whatever weapon I have on me," Buffy shrugged. "Well, there was that one time when I used that rocket launcher."

"We're gonna have a long talk about rocket launchers after I get some more sleep," Dean ended the conversation. "Good night."

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I love Faith too much to keep her out of this fic, evil coma or not! And yes, you will know what the vision was next chapter. It's nothing too bad!

And something weird happened as I wrote this fic... I thought of a sequel for it, though I'm no where near finished with this story.