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

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Supernatural > Buffy-Centered > Pairing: John WinchesterAlcharmaFR1834,4090237,43324 Nov 0725 May 10No

First Encounters

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.

Just a little fic I thought up while watching an episode of Supernatural with John in it the other day. Set a while after Chosen for Buffy and before season 1 for Supernatural. Hope you enjoy! ^_^



Buffy sauntered into the Roadhouse, aware of the multiple pairs of eyes that followed her from the door to the bar but chose to ignore them. There weren't a lot of female hunters as it was, but finding one that was petite and slender, with blond hair and gorgeous green eyes was even rarer. She was used to the attention, the stares, and the catcalls, but never took any hunters up on their offers to accompany them back to their cheap, rundown motel rooms. It wasn't what she was looking for. She had done the whole no-strings-attached-sex thing before. And that had turned out to be rather disastrous. Now, all she wanted was to do her job, to save as many people as she could from things that most of them didn't even know existed outside of their worst nightmares.

“Hey, Ellen,” Buffy greeted, sliding onto a stool at the bar, giving the older woman a tired smile. “Jo.” She gave a nod in greeting to the young blond girl pouring some kind of brown liquid into the glass of a man a ways down the bar. The girl gave her a friendly wave before recapping and placing the bottle onto a shelf secured on the wall behind her and wandering off to take orders from the other patrons of the bar. The girl was the picture of innocence and purity, but Buffy knew that she had seen things that had stripped her childhood from her many years ago.

“Hi, Buffy,” greeted Ellen with a smile of her own, reaching beneath the counter and pulling out a beer, uncapping it and handing it to her. Buffy nodded and raised the bottle in thanks. “Long time no see. What are you doing all the way out here in Nebraska?”

“Oh, you know, same old, same old,” Buffy answered, taking a sip of the offered beer and placing it back on the counter before continuing. “Just heard about some vamps setting up shop a couple towns down, and I haven't seen you in a while, so I decided to stop by and say hi. So, how have you and Jo been?”

“We've been good, nothing's really-...”

“Hey, Ellen!” called a male voice, and Ellen held up a finger in his direction in indication that she would be there in a second before turning back to Buffy. “Excuse me, sweetheart, I'll be right back.” Buffy nodded as Ellen turned away, taking another sip from her bottle before focusing her attention on the man sitting on the stool next to her. He was quite handsome for a man his age with dark brown hair and eyes, and a layer of stubble covering his chin. 'One of those men that can pull of facial hair,' she thought to herself. He must have felt her scrutinizing him because a second later, he turned and connected his eyes with hers before she could look away.

“Oh, I'm sorry,” she apologized, feeling a light blush tinting her cheeks at being caught staring. “I didn't mean to disturb you.”

“That's alright,” he said, giving her a small smile, and she felt a small tingling sensation in her belly at the low, richness of his voice. It had been a long time since she had felt anything like it. But she quickly squashed the feeling, pushing it to the back of her mind. He was old enough to be her father, after all. But damn, her father looked nothing like the gorgeous man sitting in front of her. “John Winchester,” he said, offering her his hand and forcing her back to reality.

“Buffy. Buffy Summers.” She shook his hand, smiling inwardly at the look in his eyes as she grasped his hand firmly. Men never expected that so much strength could come from such a small woman. Retracting her hand from his strong grip, she took a sip of her beer before once again focusing on the handsome stranger. “So what're you in town for? Business or pleasure?”

“Business,” he answered, rubbing the pad of his thumb along the lip of his glass, drawing Buffy's eyes to his fingers. He turned away from her, his head down, eyes focused on his own glass. “And a bit of pleasure if it happens to come along.” He wasn't looking at her, but she could hear the hidden meaning behind his words. The tingling was back. She took a deep breath in an attempt to dispel it. 'Stop it, Buffy,” she thought, 'you're not some love-struck, hormonal teenager. Pull yourself together.' However, before she could formulate a witty response, Ellen appeared before her, calling for her attention.

“Buffy, that was Ash. A boy's been found dead two towns over. Puncture wounds on his neck, and all his blood's been drained. It was probably your vamps.”

“Damn,” Buffy swore under her breath, quickly downing the rest of her beer before placing the empty bottle on the bar. “I hate to run, but duty calls. Thanks, Ellen.” She reached over the bar to give the older woman a hug before swinging the bar stool around and hopping off. Glancing over her shoulder at the man sitting in the stool next to one she had been occupying, she gave him a small smile. “Hope to see you again sometime, John Winchester.”

Without so much as another glance in his direction, she turned toward the door, the heels of her boots clicking on the polished wooden floor beneath her, and exited the bar, her blond hair fluttering in the wind, and the door closing with a soft slam behind her. Inhaling deeply, she felt her inner Slayer surface, and walked over to her car, unlocking it and getting in, preparing herself to kill the pack of vampires that had killed that boy. It was her job after all. And she was damn good at it.



Hope you guys enjoyed! Haven't planned on continuing this, but it really depends on the feedback I get! Drop me a review and tell me what you thought of it! ^_^
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