Kanaya & Bobby Singer: Post-Game AU where everyone is dropped on Earth, in different places. Bobby finds this strange alien girl with horns an, oh shit, she can use a chain saw, and he thinks he can grow to like her (Supernatural crossover)
He found her in the middle of six or seven dead werewolves, all split in half (or down the middle, Jesus Christ) by the chainsaw in her hand. Not too strange, he'd met other hunters who used much more unorthodox weapons after all (one in particular named something like Sunny Han, a Korean girl with more brains than brawn that went after demons with blessed fishing nets of interwoven devils traps and holy water spray bottles). No, the weird part was her orange horns and how her skin literally glowed in the dark. She was like some fucked up sort of light bulb.
"Well, that sure makes my job easier." He said with a sort of nonchalance that hid his curiosity. "Need any help with the cleanup, sweetheart?" And she sort of glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, clearly sizing him up for a possible threat. "Or are you not done with the bodies?"
She bared her fangs at him, but since they didn't look like an actual set of vampire's teeth (just sort of like they belonged on a very gimmicky Hollywood set, those canines were that elongated) he didn't feel very threatened, and literally turned her chainsaw into a tube of lipstick.
"…Well that's new." Bobby said after a he swallowed down a noise of confusion and shock. And then he cracked his knuckles and started dragging the bodies (and body parts) into piles, eventually setting them on fire. Mystery horn-girl kept a stern eye on him the entire time, and reminded him altogether too much of the young and skittish Winchester boys back when they were fresh from their father's personal warfronts.
So he set his expression into a mild grimace and turned to her, "Look, how old are you? Are you even twenty?" Her look of blank confusion was followed by a terse shake of her head in the negative, had him scowling in truth. "Idjit."
"Excuse me?" She said, taken aback. Then she drew herself up and practically blazed in anger, "I'll have you know these pawbeast-humans smell like my friends. I will not leave them to be torn to shreds, I will not." By the end of her rant, she was a hissing, canines and her other sharpish teeth catching the bioluminescence of her skin.
A corner of Bobby's mouth ticked upward against his will, and he moved closer without thinking. Putting his hand on the top of her head, he sighed. "Okay, I know some guys, we'll help you find your friends. It'll be okay, kid. Especially with those combat skills." And he let himself smile, as the touch visibly relaxed her. A quick phone call and a smile later, and he thrust his hands deep into his jean pockets. "Okay kid, let's go get your friends."
"My name is Kanaya."
"Mine's Bobby, and the two idjits we're gonna end up meeting are Dean and Sam. Now, mind telling me what in Sam Hill your get-up is for?" Oh, he liked this lipstick wearing, chainsaw massacring little lady. He really did.