AUTHOR’S NOTES: So here’s the next chapter, John and Dean argue, and Sam and Buffy cry. You’ll find out more when you read it. Enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Buffy or Supernatural, if I did I would steal Spike’s leather coat and lock Sam in my closet. Yeah.
Dean followed after his father like a puppy obediently trotting after their owner. He could feel the tension rolling of his father and the clenching of his fists meant that he was trying to restrain his anger. It didn’t look like Dean was going to get off with just a stern lecture. No, his dad was roaring mad, he wouldn’t be surprised if the older man started spitting fire. They neared Truckzilla and John glanced over his shoulder, he must have found whatever he was looking for because the next thing Dean knew he was staring down at a dragon.
“I thought I told you not to bring her,” John Winchester hissed. Dean winced and his shoulders slumped down, “I couldn’t leave her there, dad.”
“She was safe there!” John shouted. Dean looked up, “safe? Are you kidding? A demon tried to kill her!”
“That’s as much your failure as it is mine, I told you to look after her.”
“I know,” Dean said defeated.
“This thing it’s bigger than you, or me, or Dawnie! She needs to be kept safe!” John snarled. He paced in front of Dean, an imposing force.
“I will, I’ll keep her safe, I promise.” Dean said fervently. That was his job: take care of his little sister, make sure she was happy and safe.
“Find Glorificus, Dean, find out about this key and do what you need to do.” John sighed.
“Yes, sir.” Dean said obediently.
“If anything happens to Dawnie-“ John let the message hang and Dean’s shoulders went back, automatically falling into his military training.
“I know,” he nodded. John opened up the door of his truck and got in.
“Be careful and don’t contact me unless it’s an emergency,” with that he slammed the heavy door with finality and backed out. Dean stared after the truck for a while before he turned back to his sister, who was sitting in the car, blasting some obnoxious boy band song. He got in and immediately switched the station to Led Zeppelin’s “Black Dog” ignoring her protests.
“Driver picks the tunes, shotgun shuts their cakehole.”
Sam woke up to the smell of rotten eggs and he gagged at the overpowering odour. He could hear the sound of someone gasping for air or choking and pulled his head off the pillow tiredly. Sam rubbed his eyes and scratched his head trying to quell the last bits of sleep. He got off the bed and stumbling his way over to the door that lead into his mom’s room. He opened it, intent on finding out what was making that noise. His eyes widened and the breath caught in his throat. A reptilian figure with leather skin was standing over his mother with his hands wrapped tightly around her throat. She fought eyes wide with terror.
“Mom!” Sam yelled finding his voice. The demon looked up and Sam saw a flash of glowing yellow eyes and white fangs.
“Hello, Sam. Come to say goodbye to mommy?” The demon grinned, glancing down on the writhing figure on the bed.
“Get off of her!” The younger man snarled and he lunged forward only to be hauled backwards, through the doorway.
“Let go! I have to save her!” Sam struggled but the grip tightened.
“It’s too late, Sam, she’s dead.” He heard his sister grunting from the effort. The demon smiled and winked and Joyce Summers’ bed burst into flames. The demon was nowhere to be found and Sam felt his sister pushing him out the door as he howled and tears fell from his eyes.
“What’re you doing!?” Sam yelled at his sister as she kicked out the front door and tugged him to the car.
“That’s mom in there!” Sam said again, trying to pull away from her. Buffy turned around and slammed him into the car.
“Do you think I don’t know that!?” She hissed, looking up at him but an imposing forced all the same. “I saw her die, SAM! I’m not going to let that happen to you!”
Tears fell from Buffy’s eyes, stunning Sam into silence. He couldn’t recall the last time he had seen his sister cry. Her hands shook and she let go of him, placing her hands on his chest, bowing her head as her shoulders shook with sobs. He stood there rigid before his arms came around her and he tucked her head under his own. Sam listened helplessly as Buffy cried, feeling his own tears falling. Wasn’t there anything he could do?
“Buffy…” he said quietly, kissing the top of her head. She shifted in his arms and Sam found himself watching the house he had grown up in, where he had lived happily with his family burn. Sirens could be heard in the distance and this seemed to spurn Buffy into action. She stepped away from Sam, wiping her eyes with the back of her pajama top.
“We need to go,” she said shortly, getting into the jeep. Sam got into the passenger seat. He put his seatbelt on as Buffy got behind the wheel, finding the spare key in the jacket she had thrown on.
“Go where?” Sam said hoarsely. Buffy pulled down the stick into ‘drive’ and drove out of the driveway, hitting the trashcans waiting on the corner.
“I don’t know,” Buffy said shortly, taking a hairpin turn and Sam gripped tightly, fearing for his laugh. What in the world had made him think it was okay for his sister to drive? They would be lucky not to drive through someone’s living room!
“Giles, we’ll go to Giles. He’ll know what to do.” Buffy nodded, looking more like she was trying to convince herself.
“What was that?” Sam asked.
“I don’t know but I don’t think it wanted m-…” she choked on the name and took a breath to steady herself.
“So, is this a Slayer thing?” Sam ventured cautiously.
“I don’t know.”
“Well what do you know?” Sam said, losing his patience. Buffy slammed on the brakes as they came to a stop sign, rattling around all the occupants of the car.
“Don’t do that again,” Sam said, holding a hand to his face, feeling nauseous and experiencing whiplash. He swore he saw Buffy smirk from the corner of his eye.
“Why didn’t we stay for the police?” Sam asked.
“Too many questions, do you want to tell them about demons?” She raised an eyebrow at him. He shook his head and got comfortable only to be clinging on for dear life as Buffy drove on the sidewalk.
“Are we almost there?” Sam groaned.
“Yeah, just need to find a parking spot.” Buffy said as she prepared to fit in-between a Dodge Caravan and a Chevrolet.
“Just leave it in the middle of the street!” Sam pleaded.
“That’s irresponsible, Sam.” Buffy said. She managed to squish in-between but backed into the Caravan, denting the bumper. Sam winced and jumped out of the car and almost kissed the ground. Buffy came up behind him and they walked down the stairs, knocking on the door.
Giles opened the door glasses haphazardly shoved onto his face in his pajamas. He looked like he just woke up and Sam was uncomfortably reminded of what time it was.
“Buffy-? Wha-?” He was interrupted when he found himself full of a blonde Slayer. He hugged her and looked at Sam, who looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him up.
“Mom’s dead.” The tall young man said quietly, his shoulders hunched over. Giles’ mouth was open in shock and he solemnly let them in, keeping one arm around Buffy and a hand on Sam’s shoulder. He led them to the couch and went into the kitchen, coming back with tea for each of them. Sam gave him a grateful smile as he accepted his own while Buffy kept looking down at her lap. Giles listened as Sam told him about the demon and Joyce’s death while Buffy stayed silent.
Giles said nothing for a long while, just kept on drinking his tea. It always helped to settle his nerves. But there was no comfort he could give his forlorn charges. Their cheeks were red, their eyes puffy and they looked miserable. Which was an accurate description after what happened. Poor Joyce, the woman had been nothing but kind. She had been a good friend and an excellent mother, and her children were the ones who witnessed her demise.
“If the demon wanted something, we’ll find out what it is, Buffy.” Giles said finally.
“And then I’ll kill it,” the anger in her tone, the silent promise of revenge made Giles’ heart break.
“Until then, I think it’s best for the both of you to leave town.” Giles sighed.
“You think the demon’ll come after us again?” Sam seemed surprised.
“I don’t think we should take any chances,” Giles said carefully. He turned to Buffy, “do you have anyone you can stay with us?”
“My aunt, she lives in Nebraska.” Buffy nodded. Giles put his hand on her knee.
“You can both stay here for a few days and then you need to leave. We’ll keep you updated on the demon. We’ll find it, Buffy, just keep yourself safe.” He said, squeezing her knee in comfort.
“Both of you,” he said, looking at Sam. Giles stood up, “until then, its best if you wash up and try to get some sleep.” Sam nodded and went into the bathroom, Buffy curled up on the couch staring at nothing while Giles brought the cups into the kitchen.
So, I’ve set it up for Buffy and Sam to meet the Winchesters. Now I just need to kill off John and get the Winchesters on the way. That will happen in the next chapter, so stay tuned. If you liked it, please leave a review.