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Renegade Angel

A/N: Welcome back everyone! I hope this chapter is up to par with the rest; I’m not sure if I got everyone’s voice right. If someone seems out of character, don’t be afraid to (politely!) call me out on it. I really just don't think this chapter is as good as th rest, but I digress. Oh, and in case I forgot to mention, this story takes place in Season 5 of Supernatural and Season 7 of Buffy, prior to the First. Also, I did minimal checking over this story before I posted it due to the late hour and my desire to get it online; so please forgive any typos!

P.S.- This dedication goes to xxsupernaturalxx for sticking around through all the long chapter waits! Thanks! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own the wonderful shows of Supernatural or Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

“Look Dean, as much as I agree with you on the whole vampire killing-“

“Hey!” Spike interjected.

“-Buffy said he was harmless.” Sam finished holding up both is hands in a calm down gesture.

Dean was looking at him like he was ready to lock him up in the loony bin. Sam was having a hard time not agreeing, this whole situation was crazy.

“Son of a- what is wrong with you people?! First you go around stabbing people, and now your buddies with the monsters you’re supposed to be hunting?” Dean gaped astonished at the group. Dean’s face still read pure menace even when he was clutching a stab wound.

“I can hear, you know.” Spike deadpanned from the corner. He took another sip of his blood, leaving his upper lip stained red. Dean growled.

“Dude, that is beyond twisted. Take one more sip of that in front of me and so help me I’m wasting you.”

“Okay, that’s enough.” Buffy cut them off. This was quickly escalating to a place where people lost their heads.

“Spike might not be exactly be all fluffy bunnies and rainbows, but he has been helpful in the past, and I can’t just let you stake him.” Buffy said.

Xander jumped in. “I can’t believe I’m defending the bloodsucker, but how do we even know you guys are telling the truth? You could just be some delusion crazy people making all this dimension stuff up. In fact, I’ve never heard of anything like this happening. Have you Will?”

“Well no, but that doesn’t-“ Willow started.

“Giles?” Xander asked.

“I think it’s about time you backed off.” A very ticked off Dean muttered darkly.

“Xander, you’re being ridiculous.” Giles said with a huff, rubbing his brow in frustration.

“Alright, I think they get the point.” Buffy said, giving Xander a glare. She knew he starting to panic and this was his chaotic reaction.

Buffy turned back to the pair of ‘Hunters’. She had been wondering how much of their dimension story was true from the start, and now was as good a time as ever to ask.

“So, is there any way to prove you’re not from here? Something you have that doesn’t exist in this dimension?” Buffy asked, attempting to pin them down with her gaze.

Just as Sam opened his mouth their proof appeared in a sweaty panting heap on the ground.

“Castiel?” Dean asked, looking at the angel in disbelief. Well great, things were already complicated enough.

Sam gestured with a hand down to the ground. “There’s your proof.”

“I do not understand what my appearance has to do with proof, but would someone please help me up?” Sam threw an arm under Castiel to help lift him up off the ground. The angel looked like he had just run a five-mile race in the desert. He was covered in sweat; dark spots of it dotted his trench coat. His eyes were sullen and shaded with exhaustion.