Hello Supernatural, Meet Buffy

It's A Brave New World

Hello Everyone!!!,

I normally don't write fanfiction, because I beleive in creating your own characters, but I was having a little writer's block so I thought I'd type something easy. This is just a short story I came up with involving the shows Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Supernatural. It's at no particular times in any season honestly ( but if you want the main points see the story group discription). Well, hope this gives you guys a bit of quick entertainment. Bye! :)

Sincerly,

Wonder_Writer

DIsclaimer- I don't own any of the chracters in this short story. The plot and dialouge for this story only is my own.

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Buffy didn't want to patrol tonight. She'd much rather hang out with Willow and Xander and the rest of the gang, but Giles had to listen to the police scanner and find out about two guys seen digging up graves. He had told her over the phone in a worried voice that he thought it might be vampires. Then she had heard the sound of a spray bottle, followed by muttered cursing from Giles end of the phone. Buffy had smiled. Giles had gotten some new glasses cleaner after he had worn his old rag out. He was constantly squirting it in his own face. Ah, Giles. Him and the twenty-first century just didn't go together. She rounded a particularly large crypt and saw the bright glow of orange flames licking the night sky. Buffy frowned. What could someone be burning in a cemetery? Buffy strode forward. The closer she got, she was able to make out two form. They were both wearing jackets and jeans, even though the fall weather only called for long sleeve t-shirts. She squinted. And boots. Both were wearing hiking boot. They looked kind of hunter-y. Perfect. Vampires who had a obsession for killing things even before they became undead.

"Sorry to break it to you, but you're not going to find any deer out here, buddy."

Both men whirled around to face Buffy. Whoa. Up close they were kind of, well, gorgeous.

"Listen sweet cheeks, just walk away and forget you saw anything." said the short blond one.

"Yeah, so we won't have to steal your money." said the one with shaggy brown hair awkwardly, clearly trying to cover for whatever they were doing. Blondie gave him a harsh look. Buffy laughed.

"Take my money? I mean, I knew vampires were bloodsuckers, but they is a whole new level of pathetic."

The guys threw each other a look. The tall one edged closer to her. He put his hands in front of him, as if to show he was harmless, as he moved slowly towards her.

"Look, I think you've got his wrong. Were Hunters." said the man.

Buffy rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, and the last vampire I got was a dentist. And the time before that, he was a clown." She tilted her head the side with a thoughtful look. "Who knew they had clowns in Sunnydale? I mean, how lame is a clown vampire?" Now both the boys were looking at her like she had a few screws loose.

"What are you talking about lady?" said the blond one, with a look of utter confusion.

"Now can we get to the slaying part. 'Cause I think if I hurry I can still meet up with Willow and Xander in time for our movie." Buffy said innocently.'

Both boy stood their and simply gaped at her.

Dean leaned over and whispered in Sam's ear. "I think this girl has a few screws loose."

Sam frowned. "I don't know. She said something about slaying. Somehow that sounds familiar..." he trailed off.

"Uh, hello! Slaying, as in this psycho chick wants to stake us in the freak'en heart!"

"You know, secrets don't make friends." Both boys whipped around. Buffy stood there, tapping the stake in her hand. "Then again, vampires don't really need friends when they're dust." Buffy lunged at Sam with the stake. Sam knocked the stake away. "Whoa, that was fast. Who did you say you were again?" Dean snapped a round-house kick at Buffy's legs. At the last second, she jumped into the air. She landed in a perfect crouch. "Slay-er. Gosh, live under a rock much?" Dean took another swing at her head. Buffy looked thoughtful for a moment, grabbing Dean's arm in midair. "Then again, I suppose a tombstone does technically count as a rock." Dean ground his teeth together. Nothing bothered him more than some mental hospital escapee trying to pretend she was some Hunter. Trying to fight vampire's with a stake! "You bi-" Buffy punched him upside the head and he fell to the ground, only to jump back up in the next instant. "Un-uh." Buffy wiggled her finger mockingly. "There will be no cussing in my cemetery." Dean pulled himself off the ground in a hurry. He reached back into his pants, pulled out his gun, and cocked it back. "Alright, enough of this." He took a few step forward and aimed the gun at Buffy. Sam was off to the side muttering to himself. "Slayer, slayer, why does that sound so familiar..." Suddenly a light of relaization entered his eyes. "Dean, no, don't shoot!" Dean whipped around to face him. "What?!" In that split second that Dean turned towards Sam, Buffy lunged at Dean. "NO!" Sam yelled. Sam ran towards them to knock the stake out of her hand, but he only redirected it. Dean turned back around to watch as Buffy put a stake into his gut the same instant. Hot red blood seeped out of the wound, and Dean looked down in shock. Dean's eyes glazed over. "Sammy..." Dean fell back into the ground, barely catching himself with his elbow. Buffy watched in shock. She shook her head in denial. "You're not a vampire." Buffy said softly. She couldn't believe it. She had been so sure. Sam knelt down beside his brother. "No, he's not, now call an ambulance, now!" Sam yelled as he ripped off the bottom of his shirt and pressed it too the wound to try to stanch the blood flow. Buffy shook her head, slowly regaining her composure.

"No, I can't."

"What do you mean you can't?!" Sam stopped attending to Dean's wound for a moment to look back up at Buffy. Dean grunted from the ground.

"Hello? Yeah, right now I don't care why the heck we can't call them, but it would be really great if you could get this thing out of me!"

Buffy looked down at Dean in agitation. "It's called a stake."

Sam pressed the cloth harder against Dean's wound. Dean moaned in pain. "Is there anywhere else we can take him? Quickly."

"Giles house isn't too far from here. Can you carry him?" Buffy said quickly.

Dean leaned up from the ground to look at Buffy and winced in pain. "Giles? What kind of name is Giles?"

Sam ignored him. "How far is it?"

"Just a couple of miles." Buffy replied.

"I can make it. Try not to move, Dean." Sam scooped Dean up in both arms, knight-in-shining-armor style.

"Great. Now I feel like a girl." Dean groaned from the pain of talking.

"A morally wounded girl. Hold still." Sam said. "Which way?"

Buffy pointed north. "This direction. Follow me."

They hurried towards Giles house.