Last Year,This Year
Chosen Two: Demon Hunters
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/ Supernatural
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy or Supernatural so forth and so forth. They belong to people who get paid for their brilliant ides.
Pairings: Buffy/?, Faith/?
I will be taking requests on the pairings cause I can’t make up my mind.
Spoilers: BtVS Post season 2, Supernatural Post season 1
Summary:John Winchester has twin daughters, Faith and Buffy Winchester.
AN: This story while it will be separate I will be using the same idea in a couple of other stories I will be writing. Look out for:
Chosen Two: Witches (Charmed)
Chosen Two: Wizards (Harry Potter)
Chosen Two: Transgenics (Dark Angel)
(Tell me anymore you can think of)
If you would like to leave suggestions for those stories then do so now or, and I’ve always wanted to say this, forever hold your peace. Well enjoy and review
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Chapter 1 Last Year, This Year
John nursed the beer in his hand unmoving in his seat. Every year was the same, seedy bar, lots of alcohol, and sometimes even a meaningless affair with a random blond woman looking for a good time.
It was unlikely this year would be any different.
He didn’t know how wrong he was.
As he finished off his third beer and was just starting to get a pleasant buzz, perfectly content knowing eight year old Dean was watching four year old Sam, the bartender approached him pointing to the back door “Some woman is waiting for you outback, said she has something of yours.”
John got up confused grudgingly setting down his beer and making his way to the door that lead to the alleyway his hand cautiously going to the gun in his waistband.
“Hello?” he called out softly and a short blond woman stepped out of the shadows a bitter smile on her face.
“You’re a hard man to find John Winchester, wasn’t it a year ago today we meet.”
“Anne.” He said the name softly vaguely remembering the woman he had met last year in a bar in L.A. He had been looking for someone who even slightly resembled Mary and she had been more than willing to spend the night with him.
“How…” he was confused.
“Private investigator, paid for by my father. You really don’t leave much of a trail.” She looked angry at him.
“Why did you want to find me so badly?” his hand strayed back to the gun, this didn’t feel right. In fact, it felt pretty much like a damn trap.
At his words she smirked evilly “You left something behind.” She turned back into the shadows and came out holding two car seats. She dumped them by his feet and he looked down into the two sleeping babies faces.
“Yours, you betcha.” she grinned handing him a diaper bag “I may be a lot of things but a tramp isn’t one of them.” She glared at the two car seats “My father wouldn’t let me terminate the pregnancy and giving birth to twins wasn’t the funniest thing in the world.” she grimaced.
“What am I suppose to do with them?”
“Raise the brats drown them hell I don’t care just keep those little noisemakers away from me.” Anne spat out. “Their all yours now.”
She turned to leave and yelled over her shoulder “The blond is Buffy Anne and the brunette is Faith Marie, have fun.”
“Dean get me a couple of bottles.” John shouted trying to get his voice over the loud crying of Buffy and Faith.
John paced back and forth Faith cradled in his arms and watched closely as his youngest son quieted Buffy down. His little blond princess was definitely the calmest of the two. Her twin, his dark haired princess was a lot more demanding.
John knew as they got older they were going to be a lot more trouble.
“Here Dad.” Dean handed him a bottle and gently picked Buffy up from Sam’s arms feeding her hers. The boys, who had been shocked with the sudden changes in their lives, were handling it a lot better than John. He was still stunned.
Sam went back into the living room of the small apartment they were renting and started picking up the assorted mess of quickly purchased baby items. All Anne had left them with was a couple of outfits, a few diapers, and formula.
John had had to dig into his savings to get the rest of the supplies and was trying to figure out how to travel on the road with two baby girls.
He’d figure out a way though, no matter how suddenly this had happened or how much it screwed with his plans these where his girls. His daughters.
Faith Marie Winchester and Buffy Anne Winchester.
He would find a way to keep his family together.