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This story is No. 3 in the series "Rules of the Hunt". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Faith and crew are headed home from their part in Sometimes Babies when they run into some old annoyances and set them straight. One-shot.

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Supernatural > Faith-CenteredTelumielFR131630094,8353 May 103 May 10Yes
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters (or their vehicles) from Buffy or Supernatural. I just put them in this blender for the fun of it.

Announcements: Tag to Sometimes Babies. You don't have to read that to have fun with this one. This is a one shot only. Spoilers for Supernatural through season 2.



The VW bus skidded to a halt. Twin rubber lines stretched out on the grey pavement as proof of how fast the vehicle had been going. And just how fast they had stopped.

“What?!” demanded Faith.

“Did you see that car that just passed us?” Vi, riding shotgun, said in a shocked voice.

“Black ’67 Chevy Impala with side spotlights, Kansas plates and what sounded like a 427 under the hood?” pipped a voice in the back.

“Yeah, but…” Vi said, now stunned.

The mini-slayer who had rattled the list off shrugged. “What? My dad is a mechanic and my grandpa restores. Plus, slayer hearing?”

“Ok, whatever.” Vi turned back to Faith. “My point is those are the guys.”

“Those guys?” Another mini-slayer in the back responded.

“Yeah, those little…thieves!” Vi, for all her sweetness, was vibrating with irritation.

“What guys?” Faith’s clueless was turning into annoyed fast.

“Remember that tree demon we spent a week researching only to go and find a couple of poser civilians had botched then bagged the job already?” A mini-slayer informed her.

“You mean the brothers who weren’t able to finish the job with that Loco guy Faith was tracking but scared him enough that he went so far underground even Angel can’t get a bead on him?” Another added like fuel to the fire.

Faith exploded, “Those guys!” She revved the bus as much as the bus could rev and swung it around.

It was possibly Faith’s ire channeled into the poor VW bus that actually caught them up with the Impala. However, it much more probable that the black muscle car was going no where near top speed, but no one dared suggest that. Faith flashed the headlights and laid on the horn, signaling it to pull over. It obliged, and Faith pulled up behind them. The two brothers, one lanky and cautious, the other solid and cocky got out. Faith and Vi followed suit. The mini-slayers swung the side door open and made to join them, but a backward glare from Faith kept them all hanging out get a good view.

“What seems to be the trouble?” the shorter guy drawled. “Ladies.”

Sniggers and snickering emanated from the peanut gallery.

Vi, ever the peacemaker, said, “Oh, no trouble, no trouble.”

“Then why did you chase us and signal us to stop? I’m Sam, by the way.” This was the taller one wondering.

“Oh, I just wanted to tell you we’re even now.” Vi announced.

The guys looked at each other and frowned.

“Even?” said both of the brothers.

“Yeah, kidnapper’s taken care of. Big bad’s been sent to bed. You can go home. We’re even.” Vi’s vehemence had slightly deflated and she was starting to doubt the wisdom of this course of action.

“Dean?” Sam turned to his older brother in confusion.

“Vi,” said Faith in her lecture voice. “That’s not even.” She sauntered up to Dean, looked him over, cocked a fist and delivered an only slightly-slowed Slayer right cross to his face.

“That’s even.” And she stalked back to the van, hips swaying and heels clacking.

The peanut gallery cheered.

Vi waved sheepishly to still-standing Sam. “Bye.”

The bus rumbled back into the night as Sam helped his brother back up from the ground. “What the hell was that all about?”

Dean held a hand to his already blackening-eye. “Damned if I know, but I think I’m in love.”


Yes, that really is the engine size for the stunt Impala used on the show. Here's where I found that:

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