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Impala Dagger

Alright, so here it is! Sorry you had to wait so long, but I hope it was worth it. I don't know if it's one of my best chapters, but I'll leave that to you guys to decide. Also, the youtube video is a trailer I made myself! So, comment, vote, tweet, share, whatever it is that tickes your fancy. Hope you enjoy!

P.S.- Do you guys think I should inlcude Castiel in this fanfic? I was debating about where he would work in if he did.

Disclaimer- Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Supernatural are woned by their respective companies and do not belong to me. I claim only the orginial story line and dialouge.

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Sam thought for once the angels were finally on his side for once when he saw the Impala parked on the side of the road next to the cemetery. There was no busted windows either, like there would have been if he had left it alone for this long in his own dimension. 

This place was weird.

Sam jogged ahead of the other two and pressed the key into the lock.  With little resistance, it clicked and Sam swung the trunk open. His laptop bag was still sitting safely in the back. He breathed a sigh of relief. Sam touched his hand to lift up the bottom of the trunk and check their weapons, but though better of. They had practically had a heart attack when he had taken out his measly .380 earlier, so wasn’t about to take a chance on how’d they react to their weapons stash. He and Dean carried around enough assorted weapons to make an army think twice about attacking them. Even so, he contemplated sneaking a few out.

Buffy and Spike finally arrived over at he car. Buffy peered over Sam’s shoulder. Why was he sitting there staring at an almost completely empty trunk? 

“Missing something?” Buffy asked tartly.

“Uh, no.” Sam said, reaching up to close the trunk. 

“Hold on.” Spike reached up and caught the lid of the trunk. “What this?” he said, pulling up the bottom before Sam could stop him.

“Bloody hell! Did you tick off the mafia?!” Spike said to Buffy in disbelief.

Buffy struggled to keep her expression neutral. Without studying too hard, she counted off at least two shotgun, three machetes, and a lot of other sharp things. And she thought they had had the market cornered in Sunnydale weaponry. It made her really want to go back and check to see if they still had that missile launcher.

“Sam, I’m really hoping there’s a good reason why it looks like you have enough fire power to wipe out Sunnydale.” Already Buffy’s mind was jumping to the worst conclusion, including one’s where it was no accident that Dean and Sam had came to there dimension. 

Spike snorted. “Forget Sunnydale. If I’d had this stuff when I was evil, I could have taken over the entire bloody world.”

Sam couldn’t get over their reaction. Was this really so weird to them in this world? As the Slayer, wouldn’t she even use guns herself? 

“Um, well, in our dimension, these are the things we use to hunt.” Sam eyes flickered over the trunk’s contents in search of an example. Something to prove he and Dean didn’t have a nasty homicidal streak. He reached down and scooped up a bottle.

“See? Dead men’s blood.” Sam said.

Spike grabbed the vial from Sam’s hand. Sam almost stopped him, but figured it wouldn’t be that bad if the vamp got a little burned.

Spike unscrewed the bottle and sniffed it. He threw back his head and took a swig. Spike made a face. “Ugh, this tastes awful. Great vampire repellant you got there.” Spike said, voice seeping sarcasm. 

“In you world this is what kills vampires?” Buffy said, clearly not believing it. It was hard for her to believe that blood of all things would kill a vampire. 

“That and cutting their heads off.” Sam said, picking up a machete. He really hoped that method still worked here, since the vampire currently wasn’t on the ground writhing in pain.

“Stakes are starting to look pretty good.” Spike said casually, corking the dead man’s blood.

Sam ignored him. “That and holy water.” he finished.

“Beheading and holy water work here too.” Buffy said, eyes still on the weapons arrangement in the trunk. Sam flicked his eyes back to the trunk. He took the dead man’s blood back from Spike, and swiftly shut the trunk.

“So we use a lot of the same weapons.” Sam said, looking for a compromise somewhere.

“Yeah, we just don’t have the car bomb model.” Buffy finished.

Sam didn’t know what to say to that. How could he explain how much different his world was?

“We should be getting back to Dean.” Sam said, breaking the awkward moment.

“Good idea.” Buffy agreed. Familiarity sounded pretty good right now. Sam swung open the door and slid into the driver’s seat. Buffy slipped into the passenger’s seat. 

Spike stared. “I’m not sitting in the backseat.” 

“Fine. Stay here then. We won’t miss you.” Buffy said, reaching to close the door. Spike caught it. “I’m coming. I‘m just not sitting in the back.” Spike said firmly.

“Spike, I don’t have time for your ego right now.” Buffy said. She turned to look at Sam. “Just go.” she said.

Sam revved the engine, preferring not to get involved. He had a feeling there was a lot of backstory he was missing here. And in hunting and life, the lore was everything.

“Forget the backseat, just let me go with you. You can’t shut me out of your life forever Buffy.” Spike said, a deep pleading in his eyes.

Buffy opened her mouth to deliver what Sam was sure was a worthy comeback, but he cut her off.

“Look, I‘m sure whatever you two are fighting about is important, but right now I‘ve got to get back to help my brother, so if we could please get going?” Sam said, voice ending in impatience. Sam could have sworn he’d been dropped into a soap opera. What was up with these people?

Buffy and Spike stared at Sam.

“The man’s right.” Spike said, looking at Buffy.

Buffy glared at him. “Fine.”

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Sam focused straight ahead on the road, intent on remembering the way they had came from Buffy’s house. It wasn’t hard, because he had a great sense of direction from all the road trips he and Dean had taken. 

What did make it hard was resisting the urge to slice the head off the vampire sitting next to him. 

Buffy was a vampire slayer. Slayer. What was she doing being friends with them? Sure, Sam had sparred a vampire once when she had proved she wasn’t drink human blood anymore, but it didn’t even cross his mind to befriend it. And honestly, the whole British accent thing was getting old. 

“So what’s this about you and your brother then? You two Slayer wanna-bes?” Spike said from the passenger’s seat.

Sam’s hand clenched around the wheel. If he was already in the verge of killing, slaying- whatever- Spike, he couldn’t wait to see what Dean would do when he got a hold of him.