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This story is No. 2 in the series "Errors in Judgment". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Sam and Dean meet some members of the Scooby Gang, and their encounter is going to have significant effects on all their futures. Warning: Some deaths ahead!

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Supernatural > GeneralGreywizardFR1811,096082,25627 Jun 1127 Jun 11Yes
Disclaimer: They all belong to either Crack-Head Joss and ME or to Erik Kripke and the WB, I believe. Deal with it. I have.

Time Frame: Post Season Seven for the Scoobies, and could be any time post Season One, but definitely pre-Season Five, for the Supernatural characters .

Spoilers: None intended, but if you don’t know what happened up to this point, why are you reading this story?

Character Bashing: None, in my opinion.

Feedback: Of course!

Archiving: Talk to me first, please.

Author’s Note 1: Many thanks to Bill Haden and Theo (Starway_Man) for beta-ing this story.

Author’s Note 2: As usual, “word” indicates speech, :: word :: indicates mental communication and { word } indicates a character's thoughts.

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"You scum-sucking son of a bitch! Which demon do you worship, who ordered you to kill Willow and Kennedy and the rest of the coven?" the petite, obviously demon-possessed blonde screamed at Sam Winchester as she picked him up and tossed him through the air to slam against the far wall of the gym. "Tell me its name, so I know who I'm gonna kill later on!"

Sam shook his head groggily, trying to clear the confused fuzziness the impact with the wall had caused, and tried to focus on his attacker – when an unexpected BOOM! echoed throughout the room.

The blonde was abruptly slammed to the floor by the double ought load that shredded the back of her leather jacket, at the same time Sam heard his brother, Dean, say, "We don't work for any freakin' demon, bitch. We do this shit because someone needs to do it, and we stepped up to the plate."

"So did we, asshole," a male voice announced, an instant before a loud BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! rang through the room and three bright geysers of blood suddenly erupted from the front of Dean's shirt as he spun around to face the unknown speaker.

"Dean?!! NOOO!!!" Sam screamed from his prone position as he watched as Dean first dropped to his knees, an expression of complete and total surprise on his face, before his dead body fell forward to sprawl full-length on the floor.

Turning a fury-filled glare at the dark-haired man with the eyepatch, who was holding a Kimber TLE .45 pistol and staring at Dean's body with a mixture of rage, hate and satisfaction, Sam felt his power surge through him. The tall blond shoved himself partially up off the floor and flung his hand out at the man as he screamed an incoherent curse, his eyes practically glowing with a yellow luminescence.

Sam smiled with satisfaction as the man was tossed through the air and slammed against the wall of the gym, much the way he had done only a moment before – only for the smile to disappear as he looked down and focused an astonished gaze at the Ka-Bar knife that was now protruding from the left side of his chest.

A moment later, the glow in the younger Winchester's eyes faded away and he slumped back against the floor with a final sigh, his blood filling his lung and his soul departing the mortal realm.

"You okay, Xand?" Buffy Summers asked, her concern obvious in her voice as she stiffly pushed herself up off the floor and carefully approached the now-unmoving body which had her knife sticking out of its chest.

"Yeah, Buff. Ohhhh, damn," Xander Harris groaned his answer as he pushed himself up off the gym floor. "Well, I'm mostly okay, I guess.

"And thanks for taking care of that yellow-eyed bastard, too," he said as he carefully twisted his torso, first to one side, and then to the other, carefully checking for any previously unnoted damage.

"Freakin' demons using shotguns and pistols aren't enough of a problem already, they've got to have telekinetic powers, too!" Xander complained as he bent down and retrieved his own pistol. "I think we oughta file a complaint with the demons' union, Buff; using guns *and* supernatural mind powers had gotta be against some kind of rule, somewhere."

"Yeah, well, if it isn't, it should be," Buffy nodded her agreement as she pulled her knife out of the dying guy's chest and wiped it clean on his shirt. She made sure to look into his eyes as he checked out, so that he could see the hate and contempt she held for him, and her satisfaction at his death.

"But if that means that we can't keep on wearing bulletproof vests, like you suggested we do before we came in here, then I think maybe we oughta keep our mouths shut," the Slayer added, after a moment's consideration as she shrugged out of her shredded jacket and gave it a measured look.

"'Cause if we hadn't done that, then I'd probably be lying on the floor here, bleeding all over the place, instead of it being these two doing it, now," Buffy noted before tossing the ruined garment over her shoulder.

"Yeah, I think you're probably right about that, Buff," Xander nodded his own concurrence with the blonde's opinion as he, too, gave the tattered jacket an evaluating glance. "Okay then, no letter to the Amalgamated Demons Union complaining about some of them using guns."

Kneeling down next to the guy he'd shot, Xander rifled through his victim's pockets, carelessly tossing aside the wallet and other miscellany he found before finally giving a grunt of approval and holding up a thin plastic-embossed card for Buffy to see.

"Here it is!" he said, a satisfied smile on his face. "Willow's driver's license. I'm thinking this is how they found the coven so easily.

"Bastard must have been keeping it as a trophy, to prove he's the one who killed her," he said, as he glared down at the corpse next to him and gave it a kick. "I'm guessing him and his buddy must have been real proud of being the ones who killed the witch who Activated all of the Slayers.

"And the girl who was the closest thing I ever had to a sister," he added softly, momentarily allowing the pain he held bundled up inside himself to be seen for a brief instant.

"I guess so, Xand," Buffy sighed as she came over and leaned against him, both offering and looking for some sort of comfort. Revenge was a cold comfort, in and of itself. "Well, whatever their reason was, they're both dead now and we can finally stop chasing them."

"Yeah, you're right, Buff. Let's head on home."

"Yeah. Let's," the diminutive blonde said with a sigh as she wrapped her arm around Xander's waist and began walking with him towards the door.

"And I'm betting that that was one mistake they're really regretting they made, now."

Speaking of mistakes – if the Slayer and her White Knight knew that they’d just killed a couple of humans...

Well, it wouldn't have made any difference to Xander, but it surely would have given Buffy nightmares in the years to come.

Maybe.

FIN

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