This is my first crossover story, and my first SPN story. So go easy on me please. Also I had to Americanize (not an s there, see) all my spelling, so apologies if I missed one.
Written as I have read everything online that is Willow x Winchester, and there is just not enough of it.

Obviously I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, nor Supernatural, and I am making no money from this.

So please enjoy and drop me a review, x

It started with a beer, not that she normally drank beer, but after the night she had it was well deserved. Once upon a time she could not have imagined pulling up to a dive such as this and ordering a beer, never mind a burger to go with it, but she hadn't grown into the person 13 year old Willow had expected. Dragging another sip from the almost empty bottle she let caught the eye of the guy behind the bar and motioned for another by lifting her hand. The barman nodded and started to make his way round the bar with another beer when he was interrupted by a stocky man who patted him on the back and took the beer off him.

Willow checked the guy carrying her beer, watching him closely to make sure he slipped nothing in the bottle only to see him grab a second bottle off the table in front of her and place the two of them down next to her.

Smiling at the beer, Willow reached over to grab it, only for the guy to pull it away. Raising her eyes Willow took a second look at the guy in front of her and raised an eyebrow. He raised an eyebrow before giving her a half smile, "You look like you have had a rough night?"

Willow reached over for the beer and snatched it from his hand, "Yes, I have, which is why I would like my beer, thank you."

The guy held up his hand in way of an apology before slouching onto the stool opposite her and staring across at her. He held her gaze for a few seconds before taking a mouthful of his own drink.

Putting his drink down on the table she looked her over, seeing her tired face, smudged make-up and wonky hair, he decided to chance a guess, "I would say from looking at you, you've either just finished a 12 hour, or been dumped."

"I –"

"Sorry, that came out bad, I mean, who would dump you? You're a knockout."

Willow stared at the guy with a mask of incredulity, it had been a while since she had been hit on by a guy, and this one seemed to be taking douche to a whole new level. Somehow she managed to straighten her face, and considered walking out the door, but the barman appeared at her side with her burger and she realised how hungry she was. Deciding, instead of giving this guy what for, she would ignore him, eat her burger and then go find a convenience store for a bottle of wine and head back to her room.

Lifting the burger to her mouth she took a bite, savouring the first proper food she had eaten in three days, when her hunt had begun and pulled out her phone to check her text messages. She could see over the top of her phone the guys face drop a little at the brush off, and she inwardly smirked.

The bang of the door behind her shocked her out of her reading and she looked up to see a tall guy with a worried look on his face. She stared at him for a minute while he gazed around the bar, clearly looking for someone, before he locked eyes with her and the guy next to her.

Willow smiled shyly, and placed her burger down on her plate, her phone on the table next to it and picked up a fry.

The new guy walked over to the table and gave the guy next to her a funny look before locking eyes with her again. "Sorry Miss about my brother, he can be a bit-" he stopped talking and stepped back quickly, "Dean let's go."

Stocky turned to the guy and gave him a look of confusion, "what Sammy, whats the problem?"

"Look, we need to go, I have that copy of Funkytown you wanted." The guy, who was apparently called Sammy gave the one sitting at her table a look and grabbed him by the arm before dragging him away from her table.

"Dude, what you doing? I didn't even finish my beer"

Willow shrugged her shoulders, picked her phone back up and continued to eat her fries. Men could be weird sometimes.

He let the door slam behind him as he followed his brother outside, "what the hell Sammy, that chick was smoking and I was wearing her down!"

Sam grabbed his arm again and dragged him towards the Impala before gesturing for him to jump in. Dean reluctantly slipped into the driver's seat while Sammy as usual folded his way into the passenger side.

"Dean, tell me you could feel it?" Sam blurted, "her power, how could you not, it was coming off her in waves. You must remember her from Dad's journal; she's the witch he told us to avoid at all costs!"

He snorted, "dude, you're just upset I got in the bar first and spotted her."

Sam opened the glove box and raked around the cassettes for their dad's journal, not that they had used it in a while. Finding it under a half unravelled Metallica tape he saw his brother frantically start flipping through the photographs his dad had kept in the back before pulling out one of three teenagers. Sam pointed at the red head, and he had to squint to make out the picture, "that there, is Willow Rosenberg, remember? The witch from Sunnydale? The one who almost ended the world?"

Scoffing he took a closer look at the photograph, and realised Sammy was maybe right in calling Funkytown, the teen in the picture looked a lot like the one he had been hoping to make the moves on. "Sure this looks like her, but this photo is at least 10 years old, and that witch was put out of action, and Sunnyhell fell into a sinkhole with everyone inside it. The chances of the redhead in the bar as being the same one who tore through a police station are pretty slim Sammy."

Sam was still looking through the journal as he had stared at the photo, flipping wildly through the pages. "Here, Dad wrote an article about Sunnydale, 'Spoke to Gib Cain earlier, he had a run in with someone called a Slayer, said she protected a werewolf, told to avoid Sunnydale, CA, the Slayer had demons under her protection. Do me a favour Dean, what does it say on the back of the photo?"

Dean stopped staring at the naive looking redhead and her two friends and turned the picture over. "It says, Buffy Summers (Slayer), Willow Rosenberg (witch?) and Alexander Harris."

Grabbing the journal from his brother he searched through the worn pages a little more. "I'm sure he had something in here about the police station incident."The envelope at the front had a bunch more notes and bits of paper, and for the first time in a long time he pulled everything out. He passed half the pile to his brother and started wading through the dog eared pages from motels and diners up and down the country before he saw it, a group of newspaper articles joined with a paperclip. "Here Sammy, I got it." Passing the journal and the rest of the notes back to his brother he reached above his head and turned on the dim overhead light before he started to read.

"Gas explosion at Sunnydale CA Police Station – Reports are coming in of a small gas explosion causing damage to the Sunnydale Police Station. There's another one here, College Student, Tara Maclay killed on Revello Drive – Reports say Ms Maclay was with her girlfriend, Willow Rosenberg at the time of her death. Dad collected a few more, something about a high school blowing up a few years before it sunk, a note about something called The Iniative, and a business card 'Rupert Giles – Watchers Council'." Lifting up he dug in his pocket for his phone only to realise it wasn't there, "shit I left it on the table."

Sam sighed and threw his head back on the seat. "Looks like we are going back inside then, grab the iron cuffs and the FBI badges out of the door, we can't look like we are kidnapping her after all."