Hello Supernatural, Meet Buffy

Highway to Trouble

Hello Everyone!!!

I'm so sorry I've dropped off the face of the Earth (and by Earth I mean wattpad) for the past few months. I could give you plenty of irrelevant excuses or I could just give you more HSMB and hope you'll forgive me! I wrote his at 12:00 a.m. with a broken spell check, I do hope the typos aren't running too rampant. I'm not sure if my Buffy characters voice's seemed right, I haven't watched to show in a while, but I'll leave you to be the judge of how well I remember. Regardless, I hope you enjoy this next chapter! As always, CVLI!!! (comment, vote, love it!) ;) <3

Disclaimer- I do not own the show Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Supernatural, only this original plot line and writing.

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“Sorry we’re late guys, a leech decided to attach itself to us.” Buffy said, breezing through the door to the kitchen. She had the suddenly urge for something to drink. It was completely irrational, and seemed completely necessary at the moment. Sam and Spike stepped through the entrance, emphasizing Buffy’s point.

“Aw Buffy, don’t insult the leeches, it’s Spike we’re talking about.” Xander said dryly, staring down Spike as he said.

Spike cocked an eyebrow. “You do bloody well realize I have a soul now?”

“Yes, which is why the derogatory comments should be effective now. You have a delicate self esteem to crush like the rest of us.” Xander finished.

Sam watched the exchange quietly. At least someone else in this house agreed with him about the insanity of keeping a vampire around.

Keeping his eyes locked on Xander’s, Spike said, “Buffy, pour me a cup of blood, will you?”

“You and your new soul know where its at, Spike.” Buffy replied, too tired to accommodate his attitude. Somethings would never change.

Spike looked as if he could barely keep himself from rolling his eyes, before stalking over to the fridge to pull out a cool container of blood.

“Is it also this weird around here?” Sam said, voice hitting a slightly higher pitch the way it sometimes did when something felt extremely off key.

He didn’t even want to think about the sound sound of a microwave being turned on, or what what was in that ‘Libarians equal Love’ mug.

“Oh good, you guys are back. Did the hot man bring his sex machine back?” The gang heard Anya’s voice before they saw her. She emerged from the stairs leading up to Giles room.

No one quite knew what to say to that.

“Please excuse my girlfriend, she seems to have mistaken the little white pills for candy again.” Xander said sarcastically, looking at Sam as he dragged Anya a ltittle closer to him.

“Oh please Xander, could you be anymore jealous of his huge muscles and obvious masculinity? And I haven’t done that in years.” Anya said defensively.

Sam didn't know whether to insulted or complimented, or a little of both. Mostly he just felt like their was something a little unbalanced about this girl. The last time he had seen complete social ignorance like this before, it had been in an angel, which his girl definition was not. Maybe a demon. He had to restrain him self from snorting at the unlikelyhood of that.

“Wait, you got all high on the pill once? Bet that was a sight to see.” Spike said sarcastically before taking another sip of his blood. He was reclined easily against the counter next to Buffy.

Every Hunter instinct in Sam froze at the sight of Spike’s face. His eyes were devilishly colored, and there were deep wrinkles piercing down his brow. His hands screamed for him to go for a machete, even though he didn’t currently have one, but he told Buffy he wouldn't hurt his one.

Sam ran his hand over his face in exasperation before shooting Buffy a look. He could not handle all this other dimension craziness right now, not with his brother badly wounded in the other room.

Buffy seemed to catch on quickly. She turned to Anya. “So, any news on our other hunter guy?” She asked.

Anya was about to open her mouth when Giles emerged from upstairs and trotted down the stairs, cutting Anya off.

“Anya, I think it’s best if you just don’t talk for a bit.” Giles said with a annoyed smile. He had clearly heard the ‘sex machine’ comment. At least someone in this house wasn’t insane.

Giles turned to Sam. “Your bother is doing fine right now. He’s stitched up, and I cleaned the wound so there shouldn’t be any infection. He’ll just need to rest for a few days.”

“Well, that should be a problem. We can’t even leave until we figure out which dimension we're in.”

Giles’ forehead crinkled in misunderstanding. “I’m sorry, what?”         

Buffy jumped in. “Turns out there from another dimension with some other things that go bump in the night. And some how they ended up here.”

“If you get stuck here, your welcome to stay with us.” Anya inserted.

“Anya!” Xander said, clearly too exasperated for this.

“What? I’m just trying to be a nice person and think of others. Like you keep telling me I should.” Anya said, ignorant as always to the situation at hand.

“Yeah, Anya, I don’t think that’s the time for it right now.” Willow said, finally speaking up. She turned to Sam. He had a bewildered and exhausted expression on his face. Jumping over dimension was bound to take a lot out of you.

“You should go visit your brother and then get some shut eye.” Willow said with one of her trademark shy but kind smiles.

“I have to agree with Red, believe me that I know pale when I see it.” Spike’s crisp English accent chimed in, before he gulped another mouthful of blood, staining his upper lip red.

“No need.”

Everyone turned to look at the top of the stairs. Dean was standing on the top of the flight, clutching his side. Most likely no one else in the room could tell, but Sam could see the pain he was masking behind his neutral expression. Buffy definitely was stronger than she looked.

“How are you feeling?” Sam felt the need to ask, even though it was obvious.

“Like angels decided to use me as their punching bag, but I’ll live.” Dean said to Sam.

He flicked his gaze to the rest of the gang before starting down the stairs,

“So what’s this little Girl Scout meeting about? And while were at it, someone want to explain why I got a fence post stabbed in my ribs?” Dean said rough angered coloring his voice as he shoot an accusing glare at Buffy.

“Look, we’ve been talking to your brother, and it seems we both have a similar job description.“ Buffy said, keeping her expression neutral.

“That so? What exactly-“ Dean stopped midsentence when her reached the bottom of the stairs. His gaze was locked onto Spike.

“Sam? What the heck?!” Dean growled. “Please tell that isn’t what I think it.” Dean said, his face darkening. Sam knew that look. It was the look of a Hunter ready to fight.