A/N: Been a long time since I wrote BTVS world, please forgive and overlook at small glitches, or let me know and I'll see about changing them. Some of it will be changed because of the world we find them in. Think of Supernatural is the real world, and Dean has been sent to another world, or universe. I hope you enjoy! Not Beta'd. Currently looking.
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Supernatural or Buffy The Vampire Slayer. All rights go to their respective owners and creators. This is a work of fiction, and created purely for entertainment purposes.
Dean had to admit that he didn't remember all the times he died at the hand of the Trickster but he didn't think it had felt like this. It felt like he was flying, he was more or less sucked across the skies, before starting to fall towards a small town, it looked like it was on the West Coast, possibly California or around there. The next thing he knew was looking around at a practically empty street. He blinked and looked around, then felt over his chest, he could see his clothes torn and stained red, but his skin looked perfect. His hand hovering over his stomach and chest before he shook his head, almost shaking his troubles off. He looked around, he had only heard one car pass by and no one was out walking. Frowning he picked a direction and started to walk, he didn't know what he was hoping to find but he was going to look.
It took him a while before he found someone, but damn when he found someone, he found a whole group. Now they were kinda busy at the moment, and well Dean figured it would be a good thing to help out. Maybe they would be more likely to help him afterwords. Not that it mattered of course, he sighed softly and ignored the fact that he didn't cause the air around him to fog like most of the others around him. He dove in, attempting to help the group out, anyway he could. What he wasn't counting on was passing right through the what he hoped was a White hat and on to the Sword that had been mention for the guys stomach. Dean groaned louder as the pain seemed to start to flair up, becoming red hot, or at least that was until Dean noticed something else. Someone was holding his hand, the dude that he'd taken the sword for. He was just rambling on, but Dean had to admit it was a nice change, he relaxed into the words as he felt himself start to pas again.
This time there was a sense of fading, some loud gasps from around him, before he was reformed himself, with not only ratty clothes because of the hell hounds, but a sword shaped hole in his top also. "You have got to be freaking kidding me! I can't go to heaven or have clean clothes. How about you take your attitude you winged freaks and shove it up-"
"Woo, hi there." Someone said cutting him off and Dean looked over at the man that the voice came from. " Who ya yelling at? All the bad guys are dead as far as we can tell."
"We aren't so sure about you." Pipped up a short blond who if Dean had been alive would have probably hit on.
"Well, I don't know what I am currently, but I do know I worked with the good guys. What about you all?" He asked looking around the small group, a mixture of women and men. One guy with dark hair, the one he had saved from the sword, which he wasn't sure what was going on there. The other man had white hair, looked kinda like Billy Idol after the make over. Then there was the mouthy blond, a silent at the moment red head and what looked like a kid.
"Well, I'm Xander, I'd like to thank you for saving my life," the first man said offering his hand, Dean looked at it and chuckled.
"No offense dude, but I didn't wanna take a sword for ya, I tried to pull you away and kinda fell through you."
"So ya can't touch the Git, but you can impale yourself on a sword," the blond man spoke and was shortly followed by the blond woman's; "crappy super power."
"I'm suppose to be in Hell, so I'll take the crappy super power any day sister."
"You were suppose to be in Hell?" The red-head finally spoke up and Dean looked over at her, her eyes probed him the same way his or Sam's would when they were with a witness.
"Yeah, one way trip downstairs, had a nice rack reserved by the queen bitch herself." He said and he felt the group seem to shift, looking among one another for a long moment before Xander, (who was still the only one he was introduced to) spoke up.
"Might if you come back to a friends house with us?"
Dean looked them over, it wasn't like they could touch him, and he doubted they knew anything about salt, even if they weren't totally freaking out over the fact that a ghost was talking to them. Whatever town he was in, sure was a freaking weird one. Or maybe he wasn't in a town at all, he frowned as he fell in step with Xander as the group made their way across the almost silent town.
(if you liked this one and want more)
Dean meets Giles
A few things get answered
Dean has a calling that he never dreamt of.
Also he gets to know the others names :D