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This story is No. 7 in the series "Buffy and Supernatural Fic-a-Thon". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Willow attempts a spell, John doesn't let her get very far. Bad things happen.

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Supernatural > Willow-CenteredsupernaturalfanaticFR1511,193072,69828 May 0728 May 07Yes
Please Break Apart

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke


She woke up and groaned. The pain was too much, too much for her to even open her eyes. Using her hands, she felt for her surroundings. She was on the carpet, which meant she was still in her motel room. The thing was, she just didn’t understand why she was on the carpet in the first place. Taking a chance, she opened her eyes and came face to face with a gun.

“What’d you do to me, witch?” the man holding the gun asked. He was standing above her, looking quite menacing. Guns do tend to make people seem more bad.


She honestly had no idea what he was talking about. She took a second to calm her breathing and tried to remember what had happened before she woke up on the floor. Willow had arrived in town a few hours prior to this incident and rented a motel room because she wanted to rest first before talking to the slayer the next day. She decided on doing a locator spell to pinpoint the girl since her spell didn’t give her the exact spot she needed.

Willow remembered setting up for the spell and she remembered sitting on her bed, beginning to chant. The door had been kicked in, breaking her concentration and then…

“Oh, goddess,” Willow smacked her forehead when she figured out what happened. Looking at the man who was still glaring and still pointing the gun, she stood slowly.

“Don’t try anything, witch.”

Throwing her hands out in front of her as a peace offering, Willow tried to think of something to say. “See, hands. Not with the trying of anything.”

John Winchester looked the woman over. If he had met her on the street, he probably wouldn’t think anything of her. But after hearing her outside her room trying a spell, he had to put a stop to it. He didn’t know what to expect when he kicked the door down, maybe some evil sorceress or something, not some girl probably trying to get revenge on her cheating boyfriend.

But when he stopped her, whatever she was trying to do exploded and he passed out. He woke up before her and when he saw her body, he was going to leave her, thinking that this powerless woman was indeed trying to do something to get back at someone. But, when he made it to the door, he found he couldn’t go any further. It was like an invisible wall he couldn’t get through. He turned back to the unconscious woman, knowing she caused this problem and thought that maybe she did have some power. And he would have to take care of it. He just wasn’t sure if killing her would end whatever spell she cast on him.

“Why can’t I leave this room?” his tone was icy. He was not in the mood for this.

“Well,” she seemed miffed. “When you interrupted me, I guess the spell took a form of its own and caused something else.”

“Did you really think I’d let you curse someone?” he took a look at the bed, at the ingredients she had. He moved cautiously around her, keeping his gun trained on her and got a closer look. The spell wasn’t meant to curse someone.”

“I wasn’t trying to curse anyone,” she spoke. “I was looking for someone. It’s a locator spell.”

“Locate someone and then curse them, then? It doesn’t matter, I’m not letting you leave this room.”

Willow knew she didn’t have any other choice, so, regrettably, she used her magic to send the man crashing to the wall. She turned to escape, but wasn’t able to move forward. In fact, she was thrown back about a foot or so.

“It would seem as if we can’t move more than a few feet from one another,” Willow spoke. She was on her back again and the man was rising from his feet. “Looks like we’re connected, magically of course.”

“Great,” he muttered.

“I’m Willow, a good witch,” she tried to be chipper. When he didn’t say anything, only glare, Willow continued. “Because evil witches would have probably killed you by now and since you’re still alive then that means I’m a good witch, right?”

He still didn’t speak.

“Or at the very least, just not an evil witch,” she sounded less chipper. “I’m like a neutral witch. Course, a neutral witch would go around watching people kill and not help. So maybe you can think of me as a neutral witch with good tendencies. Or would it be a good witch with neutral tendencies.”

Willow realized she was ranting and abruptly stopped and stared at John. She almost missed it, but there a slight smirk on his face.

“John Winchester,” he nodded.

“So, you don’t think I’m evil anymore, right?” she really hoped not. She could only imagine that fighting someone you were magically connected to wouldn’t be a pretty one.

“I don’t think many evil witches could babble like that and get away with it.”

“Oh, well then. The babble speak is definitely a keeper, then,” she nodded. “Not that I could get rid of it or anything.”

“Do you think you can reverse whatever this is?” John asked her, slightly more relaxed.

“Usually, with a botched spell, it’s for a reason. And so, we’d probably have to wait for it to wear off,” she answered. His eyes widened in shock and she continued. “But it probably won’t be more than a day or so, so don’t worry! You can go right back to whatever it is you do by tomorrow, I’m sure.”

“Good,” he nodded. There were mysterious disappearances in the next town over and he was going to investigate the next morning. He didn’t want someone else involved, magically connected or not, even if she was a witch.

“So by the gun and the witchy knowledge, I take it that you’re a demon hunter or-or something?”

“You could say that. What do you do?”

“I work for an organization that locates girls with certain attributes and bring them to the school where we train them,” she answered. He may have known she was a witch, but there was no need to let him know about slayers.

“You train them in witchcraft?” his voice was strained. She may have claimed to be a good witch, but not everyone who cast a spell did it for the side of good.

“No,” Willow shook her head. “We train them in other ways. They sorta do what you do, I guess.”

“You train little girls to fight against evil?”

Willow could see this was going to take a while. Heading for the door, she hit the invisible wall once more. After taking a second to compose herself, she turned to John and waved him on, hoping he’d follow her.

“This is going to take a while, so let’s get something to eat.” After seeing no movement, she fixed him with a glare. “I can’t explain it to you on an empty stomach and I can’t leave without you coming with me. So march it, mister!”

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