Disclaimer: none of these characters are mine, more's the pity.
Rating: FR7 or a G if you're old fashioned like me.
Dean Winchester crept through Tuckers Wood cursing quietly under his breath. Typical of Sam to get caught, typical that he would have to go and rescue him, typical that these vampires would hole up in a shack in the middle of some of the creepiest woods he had been in for a long time. He was so intent on staying quiet that he never noticed the figure pacing him. He paused behind a tree, the shack within sight, and went over his plan again. He was in the midst of "get up to the shack without being noticed" that two hands grabbed him from behind and swung him down on to the ground. He lay there stunned for a moment and then began to take in facts. There was a hand over his mouth and a weight across his chest. This eventually registered as a blonde woman, straddling him, holding his arms down with her thighs. Her hand was across his mouth but more to keep him silent, he guessed, that try and asphixiate him.
"Don't bother struggling," she informed him. "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
She removed her hand from his mouth but her expression told him not to yell or do anything stupid.
"Dean Winchester," he said quickly. "My little brother's in that shack."
The woman frowned. "In what capacity?"
"As food, I should think," Dean said. "Unless I get in there first."
"OK." The woman climbed off him and held out her hand to help him up. His manly pride prevented him from allowing her to do so and instead he struggled to his feet ungracefully. She blew out an impatient breath.
"Are you going to get in my way?" she asked briskly.
"Are you going to tell me your name?" he asked, trying his most charming smile.
"Buffy. Buffy Summers. Vampire Slayer. And my little sister's in there too."
"Vampire Slayer?" Dean couldn't help but ask. "As in the Vampire Slayer? In every generation kind of Vampire Slayer?"
Buffy nodded, her attention back on the shack. "Want to hear my plan?"
"Is it complicated?"
"It's pretty much of the sneaking variety," she confessed. "Sneak up, find our jeopardly friendly siblings, break 'em out, do some vamp damage."
"My kind of plan," Dean grinned. "After you."
Dean had never had the chance to see a Slayer in action. It turned out that there were more vamps than either of them had realised and quickest thing to do was for Buffy to do her slaying thing and for him to untie Sam and Buffy's little sister, a pretty brunette called Dawn, and get them out of the shack.
Buffy joined them a few moments later, brushing vamp dust out of her clothes. She glared at Dawn.
"You are SO in trouble."
"Oh give it a rest," Dawn replied. "It's not like I meant to get caught."
"You never mean to Dawnie but somehow you always do." Buffy sounded exasperated. "I need coffee."
"That sounds good," Dean ventured and was pleased to get a quick smile from her. He decided to push his advantage. "Can we buy you ladies a coffee? As a thank you?"
Dawn smiled up at Sam who grinned back and inwardly Dean rolled his eyes. In a vampire shack in the middle of nowhere Sam still managed to find a cute girl. He turned his gaze to Buffy who was now walking ahead and still haranging her sister. On the other hand, it might be a good time to find out if all he had heard about Slayers were true. His smile widened. It was shaping up to be a very good night.