Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS of Supernatural
A/N: Ok, so I’ve tried this chapter a couple different times without satisfaction but I’m finally posting it anyway. This is the end of our favorite boy’s trip to Sunnydale. Hope you enjoy!
Timeline: Set in between seasons 3 and 4 of Buffy and I haven’t really decided for Supernatural but the boys are hunting without the dad.
Summary: What is Sam and Dean went to the Bronze and came across the Queen C Cordelia.
The small group walked for a while before reaching a group of houses. Xander and Cordelia stopped at the door to one of the houses and Xander turned around.
“OK boys, so you’re about to meet the Slayer, few things you need to know. One: when you come into her presence you must bow as a show of respect. Two: Never look her in the eye, she hates that and will probably break your back. And three….”
Cordelia, who was tired of examining her nails pushed passed Xander and opened the door. “Grow up Harris.”
“What?” he said fawning innocence. “These are important things they need to know.” The two Winchester brothers shared a look, not knowing if they should be worried or amused. They followed the bickering ex’s into the house and Dean took a moment to look around.
The place seemed to be packed with books and some ancient looking antiques and….. Was that a crossbow? He turned his attention to the other people in the room.
There was an older man, probably a little older than their dad, who was pouring over a stack of books on the table and a short, petite blonde chick standing by the window. Dean wondered if these were more friends of the Slayers.
“Hey Buff,” Xander called to the blonde, “Got some guys here who want to meet you.” Wait, was this the Slayer? No, it couldn’t be. Dean suspicions were confirmed with Cordelia’s next words.
“Yeah, here’s some more slayerette wannabes for you. Names are Dean and Sam Winchester, their hunters and yes their hot, don’t drool.”
The blonde turned to stare at the boys then sent an exasperated look at the brunette. “Cordy, does the term “secret identity girl” mean anything to you?”
Dean couldn’t hold it back any longer. “You’re the Slayer?!” The blonde in question sent him a hard look. Ok, so maybe he should work on his tact.
“Yeah, got a problem with that?”
“No, I mean, that cool with the whole Slayer thing but it’s just, I mean..”
“What my brother is trying to say is that when we heard about the slayer we always pictured someone a little… bigger.” Way to go Sammy and his people skills.
“Yeah, yeah, pick on the sort person.” The blonde slayer grumbled.
Dean took this moment to study the girl who all the stories called a myth. She was young like all the stories told but she looked nothing like a warrior. She was short and petite; it looked like a strong wind could blow her over. And the way she was pouting she looked more like she would fit in better in a mall with a designer purse then a cemetery with a broad sword.
The older man stepped forward. “Um, Cordelia said that you were both hunter?”
Sam noticed the weariness and curiosity in the man’s question while Dean watched the blonde tense.
“Yes,” Sam said, “we hunt mostly ghosts, spirits and whatever creature we come across.”
“So why come here?” Cordelia said. “I mean, there’s a lot more interesting places you could hunt like, New York City, or L.A., or Daytona Beach.” Her eyes got a distant look in them.
“Um, Cordy, “ Buffy said trying not to smile, “They hunt for spirits, not for a $200 pair of jeans.”
The brunette snorted, “Obviously. It looks like they biggest designer is Wrangler.”
“Hey,” Dean interrupted indignantly, “I object.”
“To what?” Sam asked, amused.
“I don’t know but I object.”
“OK, look ghost busters,” Buffy said getting up. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but Cordelia’s right. I got Sunnydale covered you guys can head on somewhere else. I don’t like Hunter. Not after Cane.”
Cane? Why did that name sounded familiar.
“You mean the werewolf guy who tried to kill Oz?” Cordelia asked. “Please, they’re hot and can dance, they are nothing like him.”
Wait a sec. “Do you mean Sylace Cane?” Dean asked.
Sam looked at his brother questioningly. “The werewolf hunter?”
“Yes,” the Slayer said, “the sorry, despicable excuse for a human bean trying kill werewolves for their skin and then sell them on the black market. But don’t worry.” She said smiling in a way that made the brothers nervous. “He learned his lesson.”
“Hey,” Sam said holding up his hands in surrender, “We aren’t anything like him. Werewolves are part human so we wouldn’t kill them.”
“Unless there was no other choice.” Dean muttered under his breathe but from the looks he was getting everyone heard him. The entire room was silent for a while.
“Well, it was good to meet you,” Sam rushed pulling Dean towards the door. “We’ll just grab our car and get out of your hair.”
“You could stay in my hair if you want,” Cordelia purred suggestively. Sam’s eyes widened. Dean just smirked. The girl may have been crazy but she was hot. Unfortunately his brother wasn’t about to let go of his arm.
“Bye.” Sam dragged Dean out the door and down the street, not letting go until they reached the Impala.
“That was kinda rude of you Sammy, leaving without a proper goodbye and all. What’s the deal? “
Sam rolled his eye. “Let’s just get out of here OK. This town’s crazy.” Dean smirked but didn’t respond. Though he wouldn’t mention it he agreed with Sam. That Slayer had unnerved him a bit. After his last comment she looked like she wanted to ripe him to bits and feed him to a Wendigo. And Sam would never let him hear the end of it if he got his ass handed to him by a shrimp like her. The brunette on the other hand…
“Hey, look,“ he said pulling out a piece of paper from his pocket. “That Cordy chick slipped me her digits. Think I should call?”
Sam banged his head against the hood then slid into the car, Dean’s indignant cry against the treatment of his baby echoing loud in his ears. This was going to be a long ride.