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Summary: Dean swings by Stanford University to pick up Sam and track down their missing father, dragging Sam from his college life and his...boyfriend Xander? And how exactly does Xander know a certain yellow-eyed demon?

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Chapter One: When The Boyfriend's Away...

The Paper It’s Written On


AN: This idea came to me, as I’ve noticed a trend towards replacing Jess, and I’ve seen it done with both Buffy and Dawn. I had this idea to replace Jess with BTVS characters you would never expect. It started as five little one shots (and I’m still going to do the other little one shots for the other characters) but as usual, Xander hijacked my brain with plot bunnies, and I had to roll with it.

Don’t worry the back story with how Sam and Xander met will be explained as the story progresses.

Yes I am still working on my other stories, but this fic just demanded to be written and posted. (Xan plot bunnies can be pretty damn scary; I might need a holy hand grenade…)

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Buffy the Vampire Slayer anything taken direct from the transcript will be written ‘as such’. Out of necessity, some of the dialogue between the brothers has a bit of a cannon flavor. Any scene not shown (basically the actual hunt itself) happens the same as in the show.

Supernatural Episode Used: 01.01 “Pilot

Chapter One: While the boyfriend’s away, the demon will play

October 31, 2005 – Stanford University

“Sam! I know you want to look gorgeous but we are already late!” Xander teased as he finished washing up their dinner dishes. He heard his boyfriend moving around in the bedroom, hopefully getting ready for their celebratory night out with friends. He heard Sam stalking up behind him, but pretended not to notice as he finished drying the plates. He felt Sam’s large arms snaking around his waist, as Sam placed little kisses on his neck, just behind his ear.

“Do we have to go out? What about our time honored Halloween tradition of sitting on the couch eating candy and making fun of ridiculous horror movies?”

“Ah,” Xander said turning in Sam’s arms to face the taller man, “a brilliant idea.” Sam smirked, thinking that he had won as he bent down to claim Xander’s lips in a heated kiss. Finally breaking apart, it was Xander’s turn to smirk, “A brilliant idea that I would have loved to do, however someone told Marcus that we’d meet him at the bar.” Sam groaned and rested his head on Xander’s collar bone.

“I repeat, do we have to?”

“Yes, we do, now get your cute butt moving before Marcus calls out search and rescue.”


“Gentlemen, let us raise our glasses in honor of Mr. LSAT himself, Sam Winchester,” Xander said holding his shot glass in the air. Their friend, Marcus raised his own glass at the toast.

“Here here,” he said as the three men slammed their glasses down and then raised the glass to their lips, the alcohol burning their throats as it went down. “So what does it take to make someone Mr. LSAT?”

“Only a 174,” Xander gushed with pride.

“Guys, it’s not that big of a deal,” Sam said, embarrassed. Xander rolled his eye,

“Yeah, right, not a big deal, that’s amazing.”

“So, Sam Winchester, you have your choice of law schools, where are you going?” Marcus said holding an air mike in front of Sam as if he were interviewing him. Sam laughed and rolled his eyes at the antics.

“Actually, here,” Sam said sliding his gaze to Xander, “I have an interview on Monday, if it goes okay, then there’s a chance I’ll get a full ride next year for the law program.”

“Which is already a done deal, because really? Who is going to do better than Sam? No one,” Xander said shaking his head.

“That’s just because you want me stuck here with you for another two years,” Sam teased. Xander just smiled and shrugged.

“I’m not going to deny the truth, not my fault the love of my life is graduating before me.” Sam hugged Xander to him, his right arm going around Xander’s shoulders. He knew how sensitive Xander sometimes was about his age, he had entered college late in his life, his boyfriend was actually two years older than him, but for circumstances that Xander had only gone into vague details about, he hadn’t gone to college until the fall of 2004, making him a sophomore.

Sam knew that Xander was from Sunnydale, (the town that had fallen into the sinkhole), and he knew that something had happened in the summer of ’04 right before the sinkhole, and that it was a traumatic event. Xander had lost both his parents and his eye, and he was very reluctant to talk about it. Sam never pressed him, because Xander respected Sam’s own reluctance to discuss his mother’s death and subsequent traipsing about the country with his father and brother hunting the demon that had killed her.

“So, how stoked is your family that you are a certifiable egg head?” Marcus asked taking a pull from his bottle of beer. Sam and Xander exchanged an uncomfortable look before Sam spoke,

“Uh, I sort of haven’t told them yet.”

“Why the hell not?”

“Sam has this thing about jinxing his luck,” Xander answered for him, knowing that it had a hell of a lot more to do with the way that Sam had left his father and brother before coming to Stanford.

“I hear ya; I can’t study the day before a test,”

“That’s not superstition, that’s laziness,” Sam laughed shaking his head. Marcus just shrugged,

“So, more shots?” He said waggling his eyebrows.

"No!” Xander said holding his hand out in a ‘stop’ gesture.

“We’re fine,” Sam assured their friend. Marcus just stuck his tongue out and saddled up to the bar anyway, ordering three more shots. Xander thunked his head onto his arm that was resting on the table.

"Marcus is going to be the death of my liver,” Xander whined. Sam laughed and pat his boyfriend’s head in sympathy. Xander raised his head from his arms and looked at Sam, his expression far more serious than the wild atmosphere in the bar demanded. “All kidding aside, I’m really proud of you and you know that I will support you one hundred percent no matter what law school you get a full ride to,” Sam smiled, head tilting to the side so that he was looking at Xander face to face.

“Where would I be without you?”

“Probably locked in a dungeon where a big man named Chief had his wicked way with you every night,” Xander smirked, alluding to the night they first met. Sam laughed and pulled Xander up for a kiss.


September 3, 2004 – San Jose, California

Xander looked up as he heard the mutterings starting around his bar stool. That was never good when the newest patrons caused this crowd to mutter in excitement. Glancing over to the entrance he saw a few familiar figures, Marcus Lane from his poli sci class, Wayne Gillridge from the basketball team, and some tall kid that he didn’t recognize other than in passing through the campus at Stanford. Marcus and Wayne had practically dragged Big Foot if the reluctance and fear in his eyes were any indication.

“They regulars?” Xander asked the bartender, nodding over to the three young men awkwardly shuffling over to a table and looking around the bar wide-eyed. Willie looked up from the mug that he was drying and followed Xander’s gaze.

“No, but I’ve seen the black one scouting us out before, I think he finally got the nerve and dragged Sasquatch and jock boy with him.”

“Thanks, Willie,” Xander said taking his own glass of beer from the bar and sauntering over to the group. Stopping at the table he smiled, “fancy seeing you here, Marcus,” Xander greeted. The three men looked up at Xander, the tall one catching his eyes and silently begging to be saved.

“Xander?” Marcus said looking up at the freshman. “What are you doing here?”

“I know the bartender,” Xander said motioning back from where he had come from. “So, I didn’t exactly think this was your scene?”

“Well, it’s not so much my scene, but see, my friend Sam here,” Marcus said pointing to the giant.

“Marcus!” Sam hissed at his friend, cheeks heating up to a deep flush. Xander gave a good natured laugh and shook his head, waving off Sam’s fears,

“It’s okay Sam, I know how Marcus is,” Xander chewed on his lip, shifting his eyes around the bar, and then he made a decision, lowering his body over the table, “you guys do know this is, how do I put this, they cater to a specific clientele?”

“If you mean gay bar, then yeah, that’s sort of why we’re here,” Marcus said nodding his head in Sam’s direction as subtly as he could.

“Yeah,” Xander said, trying again, “but I meant a bit more…specific. I’m not explaining it very well,” he sighed, running his hands through his hair. “Let’s just say…you better have your safe words figured out.” Xander smiled as all three pairs of eyes widened comically. Of course, Xander didn’t tell them that he would have suggested, ‘help demon!’ as a safe word, no need to scare them too much.


November 1, 2005 – Stanford University

Xander opened his eyes, suddenly alert as he heard the sound of someone stumbling in the living room. He felt that Sam was awake as well, as the man’s body tensed up.

“Sam?” Xander asked.

“Wait here,” Sam answered in a whisper, pulling the covers back and sliding out of bed. Xander let Sam investigate, but he was quick to jump to his feet and grab the wooden baseball bat he kept beside his bed, it was the most innocuous weapon in his arsenal, and as he was pretty sure that whoever was in their apartment was mortal (Willow had made him put up protection spells on all entrances to his home), he knew Sam was more than capable of handling whoever it was. Unless whoever it was had a gun, Xander shuddered, guns were still a hated bit of modern weaponry amongst the Scoobies.

When Xander heard the sound of a scuffle, he couldn’t take waiting anymore, gripping the bat tightly in his right hand, he crept from the bedroom and down the hallway, heading toward the living room where he heard voices.

’What. The hell. Are you doing here?’” Uh oh, Xander thought with a wince, he knew whoever was on the receiving end of Sam’s anger was in big trouble.

’Okay. All right. We gotta talk,’” the other person said, who Xander observed from the shadows was pinned to the floor, Sam’s large form holding the man down.

’Uh, the phone?’

"’If I’d’a called, would you have picked up?’” Xander couldn’t listen anymore; he felt like a voyeur and he needed to make the two men aware of his presence. Reaching over, he flicked on the light, the bat still gripped in his right hand.

“Sam?” The intruder looked up at Xander from his position on the floor. Xander just raised one eyebrow. The man shoved Xander’s boyfriend off of him and clambered to his feet, Sam also standing.

“Xan,” Sam said smiling at the picture the man made standing in the doorway holding a bat, clad in nothing but his Scooby Doo boxers, “Dean, this is my boyfriend, Xander.”


“Big brother Dean?” Dean and Xander said at the same time, they looked at each other and then at Sam.

“Yes, and yes,” Sam said nodding to each of the men.

“Well, alright then, has Dean heard of this new and fascinating device called a door?”

“Dude,” Dean said giving Xander a look, and when Xander returned the look, Dean sighed. “Sammy and I haven’t exactly been pen pals the past few years.”

“Fair enough,” Xander acknowledged.

“Just like that? You are now suddenly okay with me breaking into your apartment?” Dean asked incredulously.

“Well, yeah, I asked for a reason, and you gave me a really good, honest reason,” Xander shrugged.

“Well, thanks for being so understanding, but we need to have a bit of a family chat now, if you wouldn’t mind.” Xander shrugged and began to turn to leave the room when Sam was suddenly by his side, arm around his waist and turning him back to face Dean.

“No,” he said vehemently, “Xander and I are together, whatever you came here to say, you can say in front of him.” Dean blinked at Sam and rolled his eyes,

“Alright, well, ‘Dad hasn’t been home in a few days.’” Xander watched both brothers’ faces as they talked; Sam was clearly unimpressed with what Dean was trying to say.

’So he’s working overtime on a Miller Time shift, he’ll stumble back in sooner or later.’” Dean looked at his brother, clearly annoyed that he wasn’t getting the significance of what he was trying to say. Xander knew that there was obviously something he was missing and he kept shifting his eye between Dean and Sam.

“Sam, ‘Dad’s on a hunting trip. And he hasn’t been home in a few days.’” Dean raised his eyebrows and stared at his younger brother. Sam closed his eyes and tilted his head back, rolling his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Xander, would you excuse us a moment?”

“Sure, no worries, I get it, its family business,” Xander shrugged, turning to leave. Sam stopped him from leaving and pecked a kiss on his lips.

“Thanks, we’ll be outside,” Sam said nodding towards the door. Xander watched as the brother’s left the apartment, the door shutting quietly behind them.


When the Winchesters were outside talking, Xander had taken the opportunity to pull on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Moving into the kitchen, he set about making a fresh pot of coffee. He didn’t have to be a mind reader to know that Dean was there to enlist Sam’s help in finding his father, and that no matter how reluctant Sam was, he would do the good son thing and go with Dean. Moving to the pantry he grabbed the box of Fruit Loops and poured himself a bowl of cereal. He was still munching on the late night snack when he heard the front door open. He heard one set of footsteps, Sam’s, moving to the bedroom, and another pair hovered in the living room.

Walking from the kitchen, he leaned against the door frame, chewing his cereal thoughtfully, “Hey, Dean,” Dean whipped around, startled at Xander’s sudden presence, his mind focused on the conversation he had just had with his little brother, and his worry for his missing father.

“Xander?” Dean responded.

“I’m sure Sam has already told you, but he has to be back before Monday,”

“How did you?” Dean questioned, eyebrows furrowed. Xander shrugged, taking another spoonful of cereal to his mouth.

“It was pretty obvious to anyone paying attention. Oh, I have a fresh pot of coffee going for you both, if you are anything like Sam you probably already have four ulcers,” Xander smiled. Dean looked at Xander and made a decision,

“I know that you don’t know everything about our family, but this…college thing is not for Sam,”

“Don’t you think that’s up to Sam to decide? How would you like it if your family forced you to go to college and didn’t care what you wanted in life?” Xander said giving Dean a pointed look.

“That’s different,”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” Xander threatened, pushing himself away from the doorframe and standing straight up. “Sam is a wonderful person with a brilliant mind and a passion that runs deeper than you can imagine. Now, I will only say this one more time, make sure that Sam is back here before Monday so that he can make his interview,” with that, Xander put his bowl down on the table and made his way to the bedroom where he knew Sam would be packing.

Xander walked into the bedroom as Sam was putting clothes into his duffle. Walking up to him, Xander wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and rested his head on Sam’s back. Sam brought his hands up holding Xander’s arms around his form; he leaned back, resting against Xander’s sturdy body.

“Hey,” Sam began after a few minutes of silence, “I hate to,”

“It’s okay,” Xander interrupted, squeezing Sam, “I know that you have to go and find your dad, it’s okay,” he repeated. “Both the interview and I will be waiting for you Sunday night, and don’t worry, I’ve already warned Dean that you butt better be in that door before Monday.” Sam spun around so that he was facing Xander; he wanted him to see the love in his eyes, and the smile on his face.

“I love you Xan,” he said bending down and capturing Xander’s lips in a heated kiss. Xander returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around Sam’s neck and pulling himself up to get a better angle. When they finally had to break apart to breathe, Sam rested his forehead on Xander’s, staring into his soft, brown eyes. “I’ll see you in a few days,” Sam promised.

“You better,” Xander countered, giving Sam’s ass a nice whack as he walked out of the bedroom, his duffle slung over his shoulder, laughing loudly at the looks on Sam and Dean’s face.


Sam sat silent as Dean motored away from the apartment complex and onto the highway, heading for Jericho, California and hopefully their father. He watched the passing scenery, holding the cup of coffee that Xander had prepared for him, occasionally sipping the brew. He could practically feel Dean’s gaze boring into him, and he heaved a sigh.


“Ask what?”

“Whatever it is that you have been wording and re-wording in that bone headed skull of yours for the past twenty minutes,” Sam said in resignation. Dean flicked a glance to Sam, then the road, then back to Sam, and finally back to the road before he spoke,

“Xander?” Sam raised a brow at his brother

“That’s sort of a broad question and I’m not even sure it is a question.” Dean rolled his eyes,

“You know what I mean, but you are gonna make me say it aren’t you?” When Sam remained silent, Dean sighed, “so, you’re gay then?”

“Yeah, I am,” Sam nodded steeling himself for this conversation he knew had been coming, but had been dreading for hours.

“Since…like forever?”

“I think so, but I didn’t figure it out until almost two years ago, and I didn’t tell anyone for another six months after that.”

“And Xander?”

“We’ve been together for,” Sam paused chuckling, “a year last night actually.”

“Well, congratulations then,” Dean said. Sam just looked at Dean in shock, eyes wide and jaw lowered. Dean glared at his brother, affronted at Sam’s surprise. “What? Did you think I didn’t have a heart?”

“No!” Sam was quick to protest, “It’s not that, I just, well I know it’s kind of a lot to take in, especially because we haven’t exactly seen each other for a while.” Dean snorted and turned to face the road,

“Yeah, don’t I know it,” and with that, the Impala fell silent as both brothers were consumed with their own thoughts.


October 30, 2004 – Stanford University

“Come on! It’s going to be the biggest party on campus, you two have to be there!” Marcus whined to his two friends over dinner in the local pub. Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“How many times do I have to tell you, Halloween, not my favorite holiday.”

“I have to agree with Sam here, I’ve had some pretty shitty things happen on Halloween in the past, I like to lock myself in my room and watch crappy horror movies and root for the villains.”

“Why the villains?” Marcus asked laughing at the newest addition to their group. Xander had surprisingly fit in with him and Sam like all three had been friends since freshman year not just a few short months.

“Because, I believe in survival of the fittest, and the scantily dressed bimbos and nimrod jocks are definitely not the fittest.”

“That sounds like fun, mind if I join?” Sam asked Xander. Xander shrugged.

“Sure, sounds like a plan, Marcus you in?”

“No! I’ve only been trying for the last few hours to get you two to come to my Halloween plans, and what do I do? I give you an idea for your own plans, ugh!” Marcus threw his hands up in the air, clearly frustrated with the pair.

“Fine, go to your raging party, but Sam and I are going to have all the fun, aren’t we Sam?” Xander asked with a smile, Sam caught his eyes and suddenly felt his heart kick up a notch, and his palms begin to sweat. He had developed a bit of a crush on the older man over the past few months and now he was going to be watching movies with him, alone, in what could almost be called a date. Suddenly, the large, over-crowded party didn’t sound like a bad idea.


October 31, 2004 – Stanford University

Xander made sure that everything was set; Sam would be over any minute now. He ran through the mental checklist, pizza? Check (well, it was ordered and on its way, guaranteed to be here in thirty minutes or less). Case of beer? Check. Stack of ridiculous horror movies? Check. Bags of Halloween candy? Check, (hey, just because he hated the holiday, didn’t mean he hated everything about the holiday, a large amount of chocolate was always a good thing). Condoms and lube? God help him, but check. Xander had been having some serious non-platonic feelings for Sam ever since he saw him in that demon bar, and something was telling him Sam was starting to feel the same.

A sharp rapping on the door brought Xander out of his mind, and he walked over to the door, opening it to reveal Sam. “Hey,” Sam said softly, hands tucked into his faded jean pockets.

“Hey,” Xander returned holding the door open for Sam to enter. He was sure that Sam wasn’t a vampire, but old habits die hard, and no one got an invite into his room. “Everything’s all set, the pizza should be here soon, did you want to start watching a movie or wait for the pizza?”

“Ah, we can wait for the pizza, that way our movie won’t be interrupted; we can chat until then, if that’s okay?”

“Sure thing,” Xander said moving over to the couch and plopping down. Pulling a beer out of the cooler, he handed one to Sam and popped his own tab open, taking a small sip. Sam took the offered beer and sat down next to Xander, taking a sip; he looked at Xander and chuckled.

“You know, I’ve known you for awhile, yet I don’t even know how you lost your eye,” Sam paused when he saw Xander’s face pinch in pain, “and I don’t need to know. Damnit,” he swore softly, “I’m sorry, just ignore the giant jackass that is me.”

“No,” Xander said putting his arm on Sam’s shoulder, turning on the couch so that he was sitting cross legged and facing the man. “It’s okay, you have the right to ask, we are friends.” Xander worried his lip, trying to decide how to start. “I, it’s all still kind of fresh, so I don’t want to go into a lot of detail if that’s okay?” Sam gave Xander an encouraging smile,

“Whatever you want to tell me is fine, I swear.”

“Okay, good. Well, I guess I’ll start with the obvious elephant in my life, I grew up in Sunnydale.” Xander paused, to see if Sam would react, and how he would react. He wasn’t disappointed, Sam’s eyes widened in horror.

“The town that had the massive earthquake that opened a sinkhole?”

“That’s the one, the whole town went under. I almost didn’t make it out alive, I was lucky this is all I got, and my parents, they didn’t exactly make it.”

“Oh, Xander!” Sam said, putting his beer on the coffee table, he reached across the couch and pulled Xander to him, “I am so sorry, I never should have said anything.” Xander returned the hug, his arms wrapping around Sam’s waist, head buried in the muscular chest.

“No, really, it’s okay. I had to tell someone eventually, and it helps, not carrying it around alone, thank you.” The two remained that way, silent and entwined together until a loud knock on the door startled them both apart from each other. “Pizza,” Xander explained, standing up and moving over to the door. Opening the door as he reached into his back pocket for his wallet, he said hello to the pizza guy. Getting out the correct amount, plus a decent tip, he handed the kid the money and took the pizza. “Thanks.”

Turning he was surprised to find Sam standing right behind him. Sam took the pizza from him and twisted, placing the boxes on a nearby desk. Reaching behind Xander, he closed the door, and using his body, backed the shorter man up to the door, so that Sam was pressed up against Xander. “Sam?” Xander asked confused, but not upset with the current change in mood or predicament.

“Life is too short to worry about the little shit, I like you, Xander, I have for awhile, and if you like me too, then…” Xander didn’t allow him another word; he reached up, grabbed Sam’s neck and pulled him down for a heated kiss. Sam smiled in the kiss, pressing Xander back against the door, arms encircling his waist so that he could hug the man to him. After the fifth time that they had to break apart for air, Xander laughed.

If I like you, ha!” Sam smiled and nodded toward the couch.

“I believe someone promised me pizza and crappy horror films.”

“I believe someone did,” Xander said mock seriously. Taking the pizza boxes in one hand and Sam’s hand in the other, Xander led them over to the couch for what would be the best date in Xander’s twenty-three years.


November 1, 2005 – Jericho, California

Sam and Dean returned to the bridge that had to be the center of the haunting by Constance’s sprit. Walking over to the edge of the bridge, they leaned over, looking at the water and rocks below.

’So this is where Constance took the swan dive,’” Dean said whistling and shaking his head.

’So you think Dad would have been here?’

’Well, he’s chasing the same story and we’re chasing him,’” Dean said with a shrug. Sam rolled his eyes at his older brother,

’Okay, so now what?’” Dean looked at Sam as if he had grown another head.

’Now we keep digging until we find him,’” he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “’might take a while.’” Sam looked at his brother with disbelief,

’Dean, I told you, I’ve gotta get back by Monday…’” Dean snorted and crossed his arms over his chest, cutting his brother off,

“Right, the big interview that is so important to you and your boyfriend.”

“Yeah, that one,” Sam said, his tone dangerously soft.

“You are really serious about this college thing, aren’t you?” Dean asked eyes wide, “You honestly think you can just put your past behind you like it didn’t happen and become some normal douche bag lawyer that’s going to live happily in sin with his gay lover?”

“And why can’t I?” Sam countered, crossing his arms and squaring off in front of his older brother. Dean laughed and shook his head,

“Does Xander even know anything about you? About the shit that you’ve seen and done?”

“No, and he’s not going to,” Sam threatened. “He’s the one normal thing in my life that makes sense and makes me happy; I am not going to ruin his life with my own crazy shit.”

“Yeah, that’s a healthy relationship you selfish bastard. One of these days your past is going to catch up with you and you are finally going to have to face what you are.”

“Oh? And what is that Dean?”

“A hunter, like us, you are a Winchester and damnit if that doesn’t mean something,”

“Yeah, it means something to you and Dad, but I never wanted this life Dean! And I think I have the right to decide what kind of life I get to live.”

“It’s not that simple; you can’t bury your head in the damn sandbox and wish the monsters weren’t real, because they are very real. ‘You have a responsibility to…’” Sam threw his hands up in the air and shouted, cutting Dean off,

“To what? I have a responsibility to Dad and his damn crusade? Dean, ‘if it weren’t for pictures I wouldn’t even know what Mom looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom’s gone. And she isn’t coming back,’” Dean, who had been silently fuming during Sam’s tirade had had enough. Hauling his right hand back, he connected his fist to his brother’s jaw.

“Don’t you dare talk about her like that, you have no right!” Sam, from the force of the punch was knocked to the asphalt, lip split and bleeding. He looked up his brother in shock; Dean had never raised a hand to him in anger before, ever. Dean turned away from his brother, lest he do any more harm, and stopped short at the sight before him. A woman, dressed in white stood on the railing of the bridge. She turned and gave them a sad look before she dove from the bridge.


Sam stood in their father’s motel room, listening to the voice message that Xander had left on his phone, a sad smile on his face.

“Hey, Sam, I know you’re probably busy dealing with your dad and all, and I didn’t want to interrupt, but I just wanted to check in and see how things were going,” Dean walked out of the bathroom and grabbed his jacket.

“I’m starving, I’m going to head down to that diner down the street, you want anything?” Sam shook his head no and pointed to the phone he had up to his ear. Dean rolled his eyes, “Try not to engage in phone sex in Dad’s room,” Dean turned to leave and then stopped, half facing Sam, “or our room either for that matter. Later dude.”

“…Marcus has been trying to wring love advice outta me, he apparently met someone last night at the bar after we left. I already told him, like I know jack shit about girls, I had a horrible track record in high school, and now my bisexual side had completely taken over and I’m madly in love with one of the beefiest men in Stanford.”

Sam smiled, picturing Xander rolling his eye and sticking his tongue out as he said this. “But, totally be prepared to be bombarded by a love sick Marcus when you get back, it’s pathetic, really.” Sam looked down as his phone beeped indicating that he had an incoming call. Looking at the caller ID he rolled his eyes as he saw Dean’s name.

“No, I’m not hungry,” Sam said in lieu of hello.

’Dude, five-oh, take off,’” Dean said into the speaker. Sam felt his heart drop.

’What about you?’

“They made me, just get out, find Dad,” Dean said disconnecting the call.


November 2, 2005 – Stanford University

Xander yawned as he sat vegged out on the couch flipping through the stations. He was expecting Sam to roll in sometime this evening, but he wasn’t sure when and was currently debating with himself waiting up for the man, or just giving up and going to sleep. He knew as soon as Sam came home, no matter how asleep he was, he would be wide awake as soon as the front door opened. Finally convincing himself that snoring through the infomercials wasn’t helping, he flicked the television screen off and stood, stretching.

He was padding to their bedroom when he felt it; something dark, and definitely of the non-human variety breaching the wards. Cursing, he raced to his bedroom, and grabbed the trunk from under his bed. “Dissere,” he whispered in Latin to unlock the magically sealed box. Opening the lid, he pulled out his trusted double-headed axe and stood, moving out into the living room where he saw a figure moving around.

“Hold it right there!” Xander called, holding out the axe, and flicking on the light at the same time. When he saw who was standing in his living room he took a step back in shock. “Azazel? What the hell are you doing here?” The demon turned and looked at Xander, eyes widening as he tsked his tongue and shook his head.

"Looks like I have a messenger to kill,” Azazel said.

“What are you talking about?”

“My little spies told me that Sammy had shacked up with some nice normal, and was living a quiet happy little life, they neglected to mention that that normal, is the Slayer’s Knight.”

“Again, I have no idea what you are talking about; how do you know Sam and why would you…” Xander paused, eyes widening in shock, “he’s one of your kids isn’t he?”

“One point for the White Knight,” Azazel said, giving Xander a toothy grin.

“That still doesn’t explain what you are doing here, I’m fairly certain that no matter how incompetent your spies are, even they can tell you that Sam’s not here.”

“Ah, yes, that would be the point, my dear friend.”

“But if you came here to kill me, that would only spur Sam on to hunt you down,” Xander said confused.

“That’s sort of the goal, Sam’s grown complacent, and I need him in fighting shape.”

“Uh, but that means, he’ll be hunting; you know, killing demons and other supernatural creatures.”

“I know,” Azazel said walking along the side table near the front door, and picking up a photograph of Sam and Xander. “You two really do make a cute couple, it really is too bad.”

“Except the part where you can’t kill me,” Xander said giving the demon a triumphant look. Azazel sighed and put the photograph down.

“A pesky detail, I assure you.”

“A very large detail, I know demon contract law, Az, you cannot touch me as long as I hold your marker from Anya. You or your shit for brains minions.” Azazel glared at Xander, his eyes flashing yellow in anger.

“Don’t you dare talk to me that way, human; it is only through a ridiculous loophole that you are even allowed to hold Anyanka’s markers.”

“And I don’t suppose that I could use it to ask you to leave Sam alone, for good?” Azazel flashed Xander the toothy smile again, a deep belly laugh starting in his stomach.

“Now who needs the law lesson, my prior contract takes precedence over any future favor you curry from me with that marker, despite the marker having been earned before Sam’s contract was formed.”

“Hey, it was worth a shot,” Xander said with a shrug. “So why do you want Sam out there fighting demons, I didn’t hear about your other deal kids getting the boot camp training.”

“That, my dear boy, is something for me to know and you to find out.”

“Good lord,” Xander said rolling his eye, “could you get any more cliché than that? So what’s the plan now Skippy, since obviously killing me is out of the question?”


Sam held a flashlight under his cheek as he compared the coordinates in his father’s journal to the open map he had in his lap. Finding the coordinates, he brought the map closer so that he could read the city.

’Okay, here's where Dad went, it's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado.’

“Right, sounds like a great vacation spot, how far?”

’About six hundred miles,’” Sam said doing the calculations. Dean perked up at the figure,

’Hey, if we shag ass we could make it by morning,’” Sam looked down at the map and then up at Dean, chewing his lip.

“Dean, thing is…”

“You’re going back to Stanford.”

“I got to dude; the interview is in like ten hours, I need to be there.”

“I figured that’s what you would say, we’re almost there now.”

“Thanks Dean,” Sam said giving his brother a smile. Dean didn’t say anything, didn’t acknowledge the smile, he just frowned and continued to drive down the dark highway.


"I’m not sure I’m a fan of this plan,” Xander growled from his position pressed against the wall, he had long since dropped the axe as Azazel threw him across the apartment like a rag doll. Azazel smiled, head tiled to the side.

"The contract only states that I cannot kill you, not that I can’t have a bit of fun.”

"I think you and I have a very different idea of fun. I have Yahtzee! and Clue, I’ll even let you be Miss Scarlet,” Xander quipped, a bright smile on his face despite the dislocated shoulder and slight concussion.

“Boy, you try my patience,” Azazel sneered, bringing his left hand up and pointing at Xander with his index finger. Sliding the finger horizontal across Xander’s form, he smiled as the skin split open and blood welled to the opening in his flesh. The scream that he managed to tear from Xander’s throat was music to ears. “That’s more like it.”

“D’hoffryn!” Xander screamed, sighing with relief when the blue skinned, horned demon appeared in the apartment. The demon took a few seconds to take in the scene before he was throwing Azazel across the room and magically catching Xander and lowering him to the floor before he fell.

“Azazel! What is the meaning of this!” the demon thundered, squaring off between Xander and the yellow-eyed demon.

“Nothing, that boy has a bit of a mouth on him; I was merely putting him in his proper place.”

“And treading a fine line of breach of contract; you are lucky I don’t sue you for intent to breach and seize all of your contracts.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Azazel snapped. D’hoffryn just crossed his arms.

“Try me, one more stunt like this and I will take you straight to the board, having your license revoked will be the least of your worries. You do not want to make enemies of the Vengeance Firm, trust me on that.” Azazel just narrowed his eyes at the vengeance demon and the mortal and snapped his fingers, smirking as sparks ignited from his flesh and the roof of the apartment began to burn.

“Son’uva bitch!” Xander shouted, quickly moving to the fallen axe, he gingerly bent over and picked up the weapon. Making his way to his bedroom, Xander was quick to store it back in the trunk; he then locked and sealed the case. His left arm held firmly over his stomach, trying to stop or at least slow the blood flow and ease the pressure on his dislocated shoulder; he grabbed the case with the other and made his way to the front door. He was unsurprised to see that D’hoffryn had used the distraction to slip away; the demon liked Xander, but was never a good demon to have around when things got hairy.


Dean pulled up to the parking lot of his brother’s apartment complex and sat idling, not looking at Sam. Sam looked at his brother and sighed, opening the door; he slid out of the car and reached behind him grabbing his duffle bag that he had packed. Slinging the bag over his shoulder, he walked over to the driver’s side of the car and leaned down to look in the open window.

"Thanks Dean, call me when you find Dad?” Dean didn’t answer, he just nodded, and moved to shift the car into gear when the brothers saw and felt a large flame shoot out of one of the apartment windows, shattering the glass, the roaring of the fire deafening in the previous silent night. Sam turned to look at the apartment complex in horror, he recognized that window. “Xander!” He shouted, dropping his bag, he tore off for the front door of the building where people were filing out in droves.

“Sam! Wait! Damnit!” Dean cursed throwing the car into park and turning off the engine. Opening the door, he tore after his brother as Sam ran headlong into the burning building. Dean caught up in no time, and the two Winchesters were soon fighting the wave of people rushing down the stairs.

“Xander!” Dean heard his brother call out in relief as he reached the floor below theirs. Dean looked up and saw a battered and bleeding Xander lugging a trunk down the stairs. “Xander, talk to me, are you okay?” Sam asked reaching his boyfriend’s side. Xander looked up, his face reflecting the pain that he was in.

“Sam?” He asked, stopping on the platform between staircases. Dean rushed over to them, taking the trunk from the wounded man, and keeping the flow of people from knocking either down the stairs.

"We have to get out of here,” Dean urged. Sam nodded, and wrapped Xander’s right arm over his shoulder, his own left arm going around his waist to support Xander on the trip down the stairs.

“Damn yellow-eyed sadistic bastard,” Xander mumbled. His words caught both Dean and Sam’s attention, both whipping their heads to look at the young man in shock.

“What?” Dean thundered, forgetting his earlier warnings that they needed to evacuate the premises. Two pair of eyes trailed down Xander’s form with far more scrutiny, Sam wincing as he saw that Xander’s left arm and white t-shirt were soaked in blood, and that his shoulder was sitting at an odd angle.

“Outside, Dean,” Sam said, more worried about getting his boyfriend to safety and getting his wounds treated than the revelation that the demon had attacked Xander. Dean acquiesced and trudged down the stairs, the trunk firmly in his grasp, as Sam helped Xander hobble the last few levels to the lobby. Once the trio was outside, they moved away from the building and toward the arriving emergency response teams. Resting Xander against the Impala, Sam put his hands on the side of Xander’s face and forced the man to look at him. “Xan?”

“Sam,” Xander said giving him a weak smile, “I love you, but I’m going to pass out now,” and with that, Xander’s eye rolled back in his head and he fell limp in Sam’s arms.

“Xander! Xan!” Sam shouted, body bracing Xander’s as his head lulled back.

“We got him son,” an authoritative voice said from behind the brothers, Sam looked and saw two paramedics with a waiting stretcher. Refusing to let him go, he helped the paramedic load Xander onto the stretcher.

“I’m going with him,” Sam said, hands encasing Xander’s right hand.

“There’s no room in the ambulance, you can meet us there,” the paramedic said as he strapped Xander down and started an IV line.

“Stanford Hospital?” Sam asked. The paramedic nodded, loading Xander into the rig. Sam turned to his brother, “let’s go, I want to be there when he gets there.”

“Sam,” Dean started but Sam cut him off.

“No Dean! My boyfriend was nearly gutted and I need to be there with him, there is no ifs ands or buts about this.” Dean looked at his brother and nodded.

“Alright, let’s go.”


I was going to have the Xander and Sam hospital scene in this chapter, but I think it’s going to be too long to include. So this seemed like a great place to end it for now. Next chapter Xander and the Winchesters have a bit of a heart to heart, not to mention some pasts are revealed. ^_^

I'll also be explaining a bit more of the law/contract side of the conversations between Azazel and Xander and Az, Xan and D'hoffryn as the story progresses.
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