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Summary: What if instead of encountering the Scoobies after having to dig herself out of her own grave in "Bargaining Part 2," Buffy ran into Sam and Dean Winchester who were in Sunnydale on a hunt? Eventual Buffy/Dean pairing.

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Supernatural > Buffy-Centered > Pairing: Dean WinchesterAlcharmaFR151275,3131113428,42612 Dec 0724 Nov 12No

Buffy Meets Sam and Dean Winchester

A little fic in response to the “Recently Resurrected Buffy Jumps Dean” challenge by winchestersgirl at tthfanfic.org. Thanks for the idea, it's a really fun plot bunny! ^_^

Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, own neither Buffy or Supernatural. They both belong to their respective geniuses, Joss and Kripke. I'm just borrowing them for a while for my own entertainment. Basically, most of this chapter is taken directly from “Bargaining Part 2,” Buffy Season 6, episode 2. I may also steal some of the Supernatural episodes as well, depending on how creative I feel and if I want to make up new monsters or not. We'll see how that goes. Transcripts taken from twiztv.

This is my attempt to avoid studying for finals... I may fail, but I had a lot of fun writing it! Hope you enjoy!



Buffy was dressed is a long, flowing, white dress, her long blond hair hanging down her back in soft ringlets. She closed her eyes, reveling in the calm around her. It was quiet, and warm, and though she could feel the warmth of the sun on her skin, though it did not blind her when she reopened her eyes. She sighed, giving a soft smile. Finally. She was finished. No more slaying. No more bloodshed. No more responsibilities. She could finally rest in peace. Suddenly, she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder and she turned around, only to be met with her mother's smiling face.

“Mom,” she said smiling as Joyce caressed her daughter's cheek with her hand.

“Goodbye, sweetheart,” Joyce responded softly, bringing her hand to Buffy's forehead and running her fingers through her hair.

“Goodbye?” asked Buffy, furrowing her brow and frowning slightly in confusion. “What are you talking about? Where are you going?” But her mother didn't respond; she simply stood there with her hand on Buffy's cheek and a small smile. “What-...” But she was cut off as a shock vibrated through her body, and she gasped in pain. “Mom... what-...” She was cut off again as her mother's face faded from view, and her vision was flooded with darkness.



Buffy's eyes snapped open, letting out a gasp as air rushed into her lungs. Blinking her eyes wildly, she panicked when she couldn't see anything; it was pitch black. All of the memories of her sacrifice, as well as her acceptance into heaven came flooding back to her. Her breathing quickened as she continued to pant for breath, stretching her arms out in front of her, only to be halted by something hard and solid. She tried to stretch her arms to her sides, but was once again blocked in her attempt. She felt a wave of panic wash through her and started to thrash, kicking her feet against the sides of her coffin and pounding on the plank above her with her fists. She opened her mouth in the shape of a scream, but no sound emerged, only the sound of her ragged, frantic breathing. Grabbing a handful of the cloth lining the inside of her coffin and ripped it free, throwing the cloth toward her feet. She continued to pound on the damp wood above her, emitting frantic grunting noises as a result of the exertion. A few moments later, after a couple of frenzied punches, the wood broke, and Buffy gasped as dirt poured into the coffin, completely covering her. Squeezing her eyes shut to keep the dirt out, she grabbed the sides of the hole that she had just made and pulled, widening it and causing even more dirt to rain down on her face and torso. Clawing wildly at the dirt surrounding her, she pulled herself out of the hole she had made, pushing her body upwards and forcing her body upwards. Feeling her hand shoot out of the ground and into the air, she slammed it against the dirt, using it as leverage to pull herself out of the grave.

She collapsed to the ground in pain, curling into the fetal position, as the senses that had been dulled in heaven returned full force. She squeezed her eyes shut as the bright lights blinded her and covered her ears with her hands as loud rumbling and screams assaulted her ears. The smell of wet dirt and grass completely overwhelmed her, and she could feel the dampness from the grass soaking into her dress, making her shiver uncontrollably. Finally, as her eyes adjusted to the light and the rumbling and screams dulled down to a quiet roar, Buffy opened her eyes and removed her hands from her ears, using them to push herself off of the grass. Looking around, she noticed that she couldn't see clearly, the shapes around her appearing blurred and indistinct. Stumbling forward, she continued walking until her legs began to ache from the lack of use, finding herself in the middle of downtown Sunnydale. She looked around in confusion at the blurry burning cars and debris that littered the street. Suddenly, a motorcycle sped past, the loud roar making Buffy jump back and once again cover her ears with her hands. Breaking into a run, she fled as fast as she could away from the loud sound, only stopping when she could no longer hear it anymore. She leaned against a solid object next to her, jumping away from it and covering her ears as the security system of the car she had leaned against turned on. Gritting her teeth in pain, Buffy flinched as the lights of the house in front of her switch on and a man came running out onto the porch.

“What are you doing?” he demanded angrily. Buffy opened her eyes slightly. Her vision was still severely blurred, but she could make out his figure and the fact that he was carrying a shot gun. “Get away from there!” Buffy continued to squint in the direction of the voice. “Do you hear me? I said get off my property!” Buffy stood completely still, trying to decipher what he was yelling at her. “Leave us alone! Get outa here!” Suddenly, he shot into the air, and Buffy jumped, startled at the sudden loud sound over the car alarm, and ran as quickly as she could away from the house.

She continued to run, loosing both of her shoes in the process, until she reached an abandoned parking lot. Walking closer, she tilted her head to the side curiously, observing what, her impaired vision told her, appeared to be fire and a crowd of people.

“A symbolic act commemorating the new order around here... and ridding ourselves of any not-so-pleasant reminds of the old,” Buffy heard a voice announce. She continued to walk toward them slowly, squinting at the brightness of the fire. “All in one, really, really, violent swoop.” Buffy walked up behind two of the figures, not even reacting when she noticed the demonic features of those facing her. “Gentlemen, start your engines,” called what appeared to be the leader of the group, aiming a small pistol toward the sky. Buffy looked into the middle of the group, her eyes widened in shock; the BuffyBot was standing in the middle of the circle with chains attached to both of her arms and both of her legs. Following the chains with her eyes, Buffy saw that each was attached to a motorcycle, each facing a different direction. “Bye bye, Slayer,” said the leader and fired one shot into the air.

“No!” Buffy screamed, and the demons closest to her turned around, eyes widening in shock as they realized who she was. The four motorcycles sped off, each wrenching an arm or leg from its socket and sending the Bot's torso flying. Noticing that all of the demons were staring at her, Buffy's eyes widened even further, much like those of a deer caught in the headlights, as the demons near her moved aside so that the others can see her.

“Another one for the fire, boys,” the leader says with a wicked grin. “Tear it up.” Feeling all of the demons' eyes on her, Buffy backed away slowly before spinning around and sprinting off. Without even paying attention attention to where she was going, she continued to run, periodically peering over her shoulder at the demons on motorcycles that were chasing her. All of a sudden, one of the demons came up behind her and cut in front of her, blocking her escape route. She skid to a stop, twirling around, only to see another heading straight for her, swinging a chain over his head. Without even stopping to think, Buffy ran full speed toward the demon with the chain, ducking and rolling seconds before it would have hit her, looking back to see the chainless demon get hit in the face with the chain, knocking him off his bike. Without another glance, Buffy pushed herself to her feet and sped off in the opposite direction. Closing her eyes in an attempt to wish the present events away, she almost ran face first into a fence but caught herself in time, grabbing the top and flinging herself over it. Dropping to the ground in a low crouch, Buffy found herself looking up at two men; one was extremely tall with brown, shaggy hair that almost covered his eyes, and the other was shorter, with short, cropped hair and a more muscular physique.

“Hey!” the shorter one called in surprise, jumping back slightly in shock. Buffy's gaze flitted between the two of them, trying to determine whether or not they were a threat.

“Are you alright?” the taller one asked gently, taking a step closer to her. Buffy jerked to a standing position and sprinted off, trying to get away from these two strangers as quickly as possible.

“Wait! Hey!” she could hear them calling, but didn't respond, skidding around a corner into an ally and falling to her knees after a failed attempt at stopping. Still able to hear the screams of the two men chasing her, she crawled toward the wall, crouching between it and a pile of random garbage. Even though her face was hidden by her hands, Buffy heard the two run into the ally and stop once they had caught sight of her.

“Hey,” the taller one tried again. Buffy turned her face toward him but jerked and tried to burrow herself into the filthy brick wall when he took a step in her direction. “Hey, it's okay,” he continued, holding his hands up in front of him in a gesture of surrender. Buffy didn't say anything, and he stepped closer. She removed her gaze from the man in front of her, her eyes flickering wildly around the ally, trying to assess where she was and what was going on. When she looked toward him again, the man was only a few feet from her, and the other was standing about ten feet away, watching the interaction with his arms crossed.

“I'm Sam,” the man introduced himself, taking another step. Sam, Buffy said to herself, attempting to match his face with the name he had just given her. “And that's my brother, Dean.” Buffy looked over toward the other man curiously, and he gave her a small nod. She looked back at Sam who was now in a crouched position a little more than a foot away from her. “Are you alright?” Buffy didn't answer, continuing to stare at him, not really comprehending what he was saying to her. “Dean, her hands are bleeding.”

“The girl is obviously a wack job,” Dean countered, walking closer to his brother and the unidentified girl. “She's probably homeless. It's not our job to get people off the street.”

“Dude, have a heart... This girl looks like she's been through a lot,” Sam said, sending his brother a glare. Buffy continued to look between the two of them, not really understanding what was going on.

“Hey look who it is. The Slayer! Alive and kickin' after all!” Sam and Dean spun around, both taking a step back after seeing the group of 15 or so demons. Buffy glanced toward the leader of the group but remained motionless. “Well alive, anyway.” He took a step toward Buffy, Sam, and Dean.

“Hey, get away from her,” Sam said, eyes hard and fists clenched at his side, while Dean moved so that he was standing next to his brother.

“Now, my boys, see, that's tricky,” said the demon, taking a step toward the three. “They came looking for a massacre. Now, you can either get outa our way or get your asses handed to you if you choose to protect that little girl.” He jerked his thumb in Buffy's direction.

“There's no way in hell we're gonna leave and let you do what ever you want to her,” snarled Dean, his eyes narrowing.

“Well, if that's how you're gonna be,” chuckled the demon and turned away, only to spin back and punch Dean directly in the face, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground. Glancing back at his brother, Sam charged the demon, only to be knocked aside. Buffy looked from Sam to Dean, taking in their sprawled bodies, and something snapped. The Slayer in her roared to life, ready to kick the asses of anything threatening the lives of innocents. She pushed herself to her feet, and with a glint in her eye, walked right up to the lead demon.

“Ah, guess it's your turn, princess.” He drew his fist back and punched her in the face, causing her head to whip to the side, but her body did not move at all. Opening her eyes, she saw Dean look at her in awe from the ground before scrambling to his feet and making his way toward his brother, helping him to his feet. Slowly, Buffy turned her head away from the two and back to the demon, smiling inwardly at the fear shining in his eyes. The demon threw another punch to her face, but she grabbed his fist before it made contact, holding it immobile. With her other hand, she punched him in the face twice before kicking him in the stomach, sending him to the ground. Looking up, she saw that none of the other demons had stepped forward and continued to stand in a semi-circle, looking at her nervously.

Suddenly, after a moment of staring down at their immobile leader, the other demons yelled and jumped forward to attack Buffy. She saw Sam and Dean grab a couple of them before throwing herself headfirst into the fight. Blocking a punch to her face with her arm, she punched the demon in the face, sending him reeling, before punching another in the stomach. Seeing that a demon charging toward her was in possession of a knife, she grabbed his arm with both hands and swung him in a circle, letting go so that he bowled over two of his comrades. Kicking another in the groin, she used a baseball bat that she had picked up from the floor to knock a demon in front of her to the ground.

Looking around wildly to find her two new acquaintances, she noticed Sam being pinned to a wall by this throat by one of the demons and Dean fighting to get to him. Flinging off a demon that had attached itself to her back, she sprinted toward Sam, wrenching his attacker away from him by the back of his jacket, punching him before throwing him to the floor. Without another glance at Sam, Buffy once again threw herself into the fight, grabbing the arm of a knife-wielding demon and plunging it into another before grabbing the knife and slitting the demon's throat. Kicking her leg out behind her, Buffy knocked another down before grabbing one to her left and swiftly twisting his head around, breaking it with a snap. Looking around her, she saw that all of the demons had been defeated, Sam and Dean having taken out a few of their own.

“That was... Wow,” Dean said, walking toward her while Sam approached from the left. The stop in front of her, staring at her in awe. Suddenly, Sam took another step closer, and Buffy jumped back, fear once again flooding her core. Feeling overwhelmed and not wanting to deal with the situation, Buffy spun around on her heel and took off, not sparing the two boys another glance. She continued to run until she was out of breath, stumbling to a stop, clutching her stomach in pain. Quickly catching her breath, she looked up, only to see the tower that she had jumped from, the place where she had given her life to save the world. Without stopping to think about it, she walked over to it and grabbed the railing, pulling herself up the many flights of stairs. When she reached the top, she closed her eyes, remembering the last time she had been standing there. Right before she had thrown herself off the edge. Before she had died. Before she had gone to heaven. Before she had been wrenched out and brought back to this... hell.



“Buffy ... no!” Dawn cried, dressed in a long blue dress, her eyes already filled with tears.

“Dawnie, I have to,” Buffy said in a calm voice, brushing a lock of chestnut brown hair away from her sister's face.

“No!”

“Listen to me,” demanded Buffy, grabbing Dawn's upper arms, forcing her to look her in the eyes. “Please, there's not a lot of time, listen.” Dawn nodded, tears pooling in her bright blue eyes. “I love you. I will always love you. But this is the work that I have to do.” She paused, reaching out to brush the tears from her sister's face. “Tell Giles...” Her voice broke with emotion, but she quickly continued. “Tell Giles I figured it out. And I'm okay.” Her eyes filled with tears as Dawn continued to shake with silent sobs. “And give love to my friends. You have to take care of them now. You have to take care of each other.” Dawn attempted to pull away, but Buffy held strong, gripping her upper arms tightly. “You have to be strong.” Dawn looked up into her sister's face, renewed tears spilling from her eyes. Buffy didn't even try to wipe them away this time. “Dawn, the hardest thing in this world... is to live in it.” Buffy looked straight into Dawn's eyes, her own vision blurring slightly with unshed tears. “Be brave. Live.” There was a pause where the two sisters continued to stare at each other, neither moving a muscle. “For me.”

With these last words, Buffy pressed her lips to Dawn's forehead and pulled away. Turning toward the edge of the platform, she gave her sister one last look before taking a deep breath and sprinting toward the portal. Reaching the edge, she dove off in a graceful swan dive, grimacing in pain as electricity ran through her body. There was a flash of white life and then nothing.



Buffy snapped back to reality, blinking her eyes to ward off the final traces of the memory. Calmly, she walked toward to the edge of the platform and peered over, not even noticing how far up she was.

“Buffy, no,” she remembered Dawn saying, trying to convince her to stay with her.

“Dawnie, I have to,” Buffy replied quietly to memory-Dawn, continuing to stare down at the ground.

“No! Wait!” A male voice startled Buffy out of her thoughts and she turned to see Sam and Dean standing at the opposite end of the platform, making their way toward her. “Wait!” Sam called out, stopping suddenly, not wanting to startle her into jumping. Dean came to a halt next to him, looking at Buffy curiously.

“Hey,” Dean tried, taking a step forward. “Why don't you come back here and-...” He was cut off as the tower creaked and shuddered beneath his feet, causing him to halt in his advance. Buffy turned away from them and back to the edge of the platform.

'Do it,' she thought to herself. 'You'll go back to heaven. To mom. Away from all this. Don't think about it. Just do it.'

“Hey, no! Stop!” Buffy continued to stare down at the ground for a second before turning her attention back to Dean. He was gesturing for her to walk toward them. “Let's not do anything rash, okay? Just walk toward us... Nice and slow... Don't want this damn thing to fall apart while we're standing on it.” Buffy continued to stare at him.

“Hey,” called Sam's soft voice. Buffy turned her head toward him. He started to take a step forward, but the tower once again shook, and he stayed where he was. “I don't know what's wrong. But we can help you. It's sort of what we do. We help people. Just... just come here, okay? Please?” Buffy continued to stand in place, her hazel eyes locked with his.

“Is... this hell?” she finally asked, her voice quiet and raw from the lack of use. She saw Sam's eyes widen slightly but made no indication that she had seen it.

“This girl's obviously crazy,” she heard Dean say, but payed him no attention.

“Dean, shut up,” Sam hissed, sending his brother a glare before returning his gaze to Buffy. “No, this isn't hell. You're alive. Whatever happened to you, whatever you've been through, it's over now. We can help you. Just-...” The tower shook again, and Dean grabbed his brother's shoulder to steady himself. “Please! Come here! We need to get out of here!”

“It was so...” Buffy said quietly, turning to look down at the ground once again, “clear... on this spot. I remember... how... shiny... and clear everything was. But now... now...”

“Listen!” Sam yelled over the loud creaking. “We need to get out of her! Just-...”

“Sam!” she heard Dean shout. She turned around just in time to see a piece of the tower break off and Dean shove Sam off the platform into the stairway to avoid getting hit by it. It crashed into the platform with a loud clang and then plummeted to the ground, making the tower shake violently. “Dammit!” He turned away from Buffy and back toward Sam. “Sam, get out of here! Go!”

“Dean, no!” Sam called from the safety of the stairwell. “I'm not leaving you or her here!”

“Sam! Listen to me for once in your life!” Dean yelled, getting frustrated. Uninterested, Buffy turned back toward the edge, her Slayer balance preventing her from getting pitched over the edge. “I've got her! Just go! I can't do this if I have to worry about your ass, too!” Sam must have complied because she could her the clank of footsteps running down the metal staircase, causing the tower to lurch even more violently. Buffy closed her eyes, taking a step closer to the edge. “Hey, no! Wait!” Buffy stopped and turned toward him. “You don't want to do this,” he continued, taking a step closer to her. “Whatever happened... Sam and I... We can help you. Just... Come to me, okay?” Buffy hesitated for a moment, looking over her shoulder at the ground before focusing her attention on the man standing in front of her. Slowly, she nodded, seeing his sigh of relief. However, before she could take a step toward him, the tower gave a violent lurch, sending her tumbling over the edge.

“No!”

Buffy closed her eyes, feeling the rushing of air caress her skin and blow her hair wildly around her head and hearing the whistling of the wind in her ears. Her friends' faces flashed behind her closed eyelids: Dawn, Willow, Xander, Giles, Spike, Angel, Tara... before... A strong arm wrapped around her waist, jerking her to a stop in mid air and causing her eyes to snap open. Looking up, she saw Dean clutching her body to his with his right hand while his left grasped a hanging rope. She looked down, seeing that they were about thirty feet above the ground. Suddenly, the rope dropped, once again sending them plummeting to the ground. Buffy closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around his neck and clinging to him like a child, burying her face in his neck. They jerked to a stop once again as the rope snagged on its pulley, causing Dean to let out a breath he had been holding. However, their suspension didn't last long, and the rope snapped and the two fell the remaining ten feet onto the hard, concrete road. Buffy landed flat on her back, knocking the wind out of her, causing her to gasp for breath. She opened her eyes only to be met with the sight of the tower falling directly above her, but before she could utter a sound, a pair of strong hands grabbed her shoulders and dragged her backwards, stopping as the tower crashed to the ground, missing her feet by mere inches.

“Dean!” she heard Sam cry and turned her head to see him running toward them. Dean grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet, holding her at arms length to assess whether or not she was injured. “Hey, are you alright?”

“Peachy with a side of keen,” Dean answered in a gruff voice, letting his arms fall from Buffy's shoulders to his side. “Are you alright?” he asked her. Slowly she nodded, looking between the two brothers.

“What's your name?” Sam asked quietly, taking a step toward her so that she had to crane her neck to look him in the eyes. She paused for a second before answering.

“Buffy,” she whispered, looking down at her feet.

“Well, Buffy, can we take you back to our motel? Get you cleaned up?” She nodded again, not making another sound, continuing to stare at the ground in front of her. “Okay.” She felt a hand on the small of her back push her forward, and she looked up, seeing that they were steering her in the direction of a shiny, black car. Making their way toward it, Sam opened one of the rear doors, gesturing for her to sit down. She complied, sliding onto the leather seat, looking up into Dean's eyes as he covered her with a blanket before closing the door. Leaning her face against the cool window, she stared out into the street, wondering what she was doing, as the sound of classic rock filled the car.



Well, that's it for now. Hope you enjoyed it! I'll probably continue this, but I'm not really sure. Please send me a review if you liked it! ^_^
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