Large PrintHandheldAudioRating
Twisting The Hellmouth Crossing Over Awards - Results
Rules for Challenges

The Roadhouse

StoryReviewsStatisticsRelated StoriesTracking

Summary: Buffy Summers and John Winchester meet at the Roadhouse.

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Supernatural > Buffy-Centered > Pairing: John WinchesterAlcharmaFR1834,4090237,55524 Nov 0725 May 10No

Ten vs. Two

Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, own neither Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Supernatural, or any characters affiliated with these two shows. Buffy belongs Joss Whedon and Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke.

Thanks to BuffyCharmed, acs, Claddagh, TimeShifter, heathenseyes, mithrilandtj, Lisa, and Ellie for your reviews! I really appreciate it, and I'm so glad you're loving it so far!

Oh, p.s., I'll be using Buffy vampires because I really do not like what Supernatural did with them... I mean really, vampirism as a disease? Tsk tsk. :D


As soon as her car pulled to a stop, Buffy shifted it into park and twisted the key in the ignition, killing the engine. Unbuckling her seatbelt and reaching into the back seat, she grabbed a couple of stakes and a cross out of a duffel bag, tucking them into the waistband of her jeans before grabbing the keys, opening the door and stepping out of the car. Slipping her keys into her back pocket, she tucked a stray strand of blond hair behind her ear before crouching low to the ground and sprinting across the neatly clipped lawn, toward a pale brown house. Flattening herself against the wall, Buffy crept closer to the window, hearing the sound of loud classic rock through the glass. Craning her head to the side so that she could peer inside, she saw at least ten vampires, in full game face, each with a beer in his or her hand hand, grinding against each other in time to the music. She was so concentrated on formulating a strategy that she didn't sense someone coming up behind her.

Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder and spun around, pinning her attacker against the wall by the throat. When she realized that the person she had pinned to the wall was John, her eyes widened, and she threw them both to the ground, clamping her hand over his mouth to silence his surprised gasp.

“Shhh!” Straddling his waist for leverage, Buffy peered cautiously over the windowsill, checking to see if the vampires had noticed anything. He shifted under her, but she ignored it, straining her ears for any change in sound. Seeing that the vampires hadn't noticed anything, she let out a relieved sigh and got to her feet, ducking underneath the window and helping John up off from the ground. “What are you doing here?”

“I should be asking you the same question,” he answered with a charming smile, and Buffy felt an instant fluttering feeling in her stomach but ignored it. She instead settled on standing with her hands on her hips and her head tilted to the side, looking up at him expectantly. “Just wanted to come over and lend you a hand...” He jerked his thumb in the direction of the window before turning back to her and raking his eyes over her small form. “Looks like you've bit off more than you can chew, sweetheart.”

Buffy cocked an eyebrow at him, not believing what she was hearing. 'Guess he's one of those guys,' she thought to herself, sighing inwardly. 'Well, get ready, buster. I'll show you what a Slayer can really do.' Grabbing both stakes out of her waistband, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath before turning back to John.

“You wanna play that game? Well, we'll see who kills more.” She handed him one of the stakes. “Don't get killed. I don't want to have to watch your ass, too.” Without another word, she turned toward the window, backed up a few feet to get a running start, and sprinted at it, launching herself through the window. Bringing her hands up to shield her face against the exploding glass, she tucked herself into a tight somersault, landing on her feet in a fighting stance and leaving John to scramble into the room behind her. As soon as the glass shattered, all of the vampires turned toward the source of the noise, and once they saw Buffy, they all dropped their beer bottles to the floor and launched themselves at her.

Waiting until they were only a foot away from her, Buffy jumped to the side, causing a few of them to fling themselves out of the window and toward John. Knowing that he could handle himself, she turned back to the remaining seven vampires that had managed to catch themselves before they fell out of the window. Catching the fist of a young blond that was aimed at her face, Buffy used her momentum to propel the girl into the wall behind her. Lunging toward her, Buffy shoved a stake into her chest, closing her eyes as the girl exploded into a cloud of ash.


Feeling a strong pair of arms wrap themselves around her waist and her feet lift from the ground, Buffy craned her head to see a large, muscled vampire holding her above ground while another rushed at her from the front. With a grunt, she swung her legs upwards, catching the oncoming vampire in the chin, flinging him into the stereo system, breaking it and effectively halting the loud music. Focusing her attention on the vamp holding her, she swung her legs back down, colliding with his knees and sending them both crashing to the ground. Scrambling to her feet, she slammed her foot down, sending the wooden heel of her boot straight through the vamp's heart.


Before she could take the time to revel in her second kill, she was tackled to the side by a scantily clad, brunette vampire, and they both tumbled to the ground, coming to a halt when the edge of the couch caught the small of Buffy's back, forcing a sharp cry from her throat. Recovering quickly, she punched the girl in the face before grabbing her fallen stake and plunging it into her heart, jumping to her feet before she exploded into dust and throwing herself back into the fight.


Two vamps, the one she had kicked in the chin and a dark haired, skinny male, grabbed her arms and shoved her back into the wall. One leaned toward her neck to go in for the kill, but she quickly head butted him, causing him to drop her arm in favor of cradling his injured nose, and she took his moment of weakness to stake him before spinning around and staking the vampire pinning her left arm to the wall.

“Four. Five.”

Pushing herself off of the wall with her palms, Buffy ducked the punch of a larger blond girl before dropping to the ground and sending the vampire sprawling to the ground. Staking her swiftly, she jumped up, flipping over the couch and planting her stake into the heart of the last vampire in the room, a short but muscular red-head.

“Six. Seven.”

Looking out the window into the darkness, she saw that John had managed to kill two of his but was struggling with the third. Sprinting toward the window, she launched herself toward the pair, tackling the small blond, who had her hands wrapped around John's throat, and sending them tumbling onto the wet grass. Jumping to her feet, and seeing that the girl had managed to regain her footing as well, Buffy sent a high kick to her face before pulling her closer by her hair and plunging her stake into her heart.

“Aaaaaaaand. Eight.” Tucking her stake bake into the waistband of her jeans and brushing the ash off of her black leather jacket, Buffy walked over to John and offered him a hand up. “You alright?” She pulled him to his feet, dropping her hand to her side but looking him up and down to make sure he wasn't seriously injured.

“Yeah, I'm fine.” He looked slightly embarrassed at being out fought by a tiny blond girl, but a look of awe overpowered any insecurities he was feeling. “That was... amazing. Where'd you learn to fight like that?” Buffy smiled and shrugged lightly.

“Sorry, don't know you well enough to tell you that story yet.” She gave him a soft smile, but his expression didn't change. He continued to look at her like he hadn't seen anything like her before. Buffy looked at her watch, seeing that it was almost midnight. “Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but it's getting late...” His eyes snapped into focus, and he nodded.

“Right... Of course...” Buffy smiled again, reveling in the fact that she proved his assumptions of her skill and ability wrong. “Thanks. You saved my life.”

“Ahhh. No problem. It's my job.” She turned and started to walk away, but something inside of her told her to stop and turn back around. Pausing for a second, she caved to her inner desire and turned back to the man she had met only a couple of hours before. “Hey.” He had been looking back into the broken window but turned his head once she called out to him. She walked up to him, looking down to reach into her pocked for a small, rectangular piece of paper: a business card for Buffy Summers, senior executive for The Watchers Council. Looking down at it, she paused for a moment before handing it to him. “If you ever find yourself in another... situation like this. Gimme a call.”

Without another word, she turned on her heel and started across the lawn and toward her car, a soft smile pulling at her lips. Tucking a lock of blond hair behind her ear, she extracted her keys from her back pocket and unlocked her car before sliding onto the dark leather seats and slamming the door. She inserted the keys into the ignition, and with a last look at John, she buckled her seatbelt and started the car, pulling away from the curb and speeding down the street into the night.


Well, that's the second chapter! It's a bit short, but I wanted to post this so I didn't leave y'all waiting for too long! Hope you enjoyed it and drop me a review on your way out!
Next Chapter
StoryReviewsStatisticsRelated StoriesTracking