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High School is Hell

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Summary: Sam and Dean Winchester (Supernatural) go to Sunnydale.

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Supernatural > Multiple PairingsdeanzchevygirlFR1867,054022,87211 Nov 1112 Nov 11No

NOTE: This chapter is rated FR15

Chapter 3

Buffy stared down the crossbow into Sam’s hazel eyes which were tracking her every movement from less than 10 feet away.

“Willow, guys—Get out of here—NOW!” She yelled over her shoulder.

“Little too late for that Buf’” came Xander’s reply.

She chanced a glance over her shoulder and saw the guy who had been with Sam earlier had a shotgun trained on her three friends. She snapped her eyes back to Sam.

“So, how’s it going Sam? Nice night for a walk.”

“We’ll ask the questions. Who the hell are you?” came the reply from behind her.

“I’m Buffy. And you are?” she replied, voice dripping with fake cheerleader sarcasm.

Ignoring the question, Dean responded with, “What are you doing out here in the middle of the night. It’s not safe, lots of nasty things go bump in the night.”

“Funny, I was going to say the same thing to you. Of course, it appears you two already know all about things that go bump in the night. So, why’d you do it? Money? Power? Revenge?”

Buffy didn’t miss the pain that flashed through Sam’s eyes at the word revenge. “So, revenge it is. What some girl break your heart? That why you summoned a demon? To get back at her?”

“What the hell are you talking about? What demons? We didn’t summon any demons. We were following the vampires. Which brings me to what were you doing with a bunch of vampires?” Dean replied before Sam could say anything.

“Really, what the hell does it look like we were doing with the vampires? They’re all dust aren’t they? And don’t change the subject.”

“Speaking of that, why are they dust? You have to chop their heads off to stop them and then they still have bodies.”

“No you don’t and no they don’t. What the hell are you talking about? Why don’t we all put the weapons down and talk about this?”

“Not a chance in hell sweetheart,” came Dean’s reply. “Why don’t you put that stick down before somebody gets hurt?”

With that last comment from the snide jackass behind her, Buffy decided she had had enough. In one smooth motion, she closed the short distance between herself and Sam. Dropping low, she swept his legs out from underneath him. At the same time she knocked the crossbow up and out of his hands catching it on the way back down.

Before Sam or Dean could register what had happened Sam was lying flat on his back pinned to the ground with Buffy above him and the crossbow aimed at his heart.

Buffy looked over to Dean who was obviously torn between keeping his shotgun on Willow, Xander, and Oz or protecting his brother.

“I’m not your sweetheart. Now, I’ll say it again: Why don’t we put the weapons down and talk about this.”

Underneath Buffy, Sam tensed and tried to knock her off. Without taking her eyes off Dean she said, “Sam, don’t make me hurt you.”

“What the hell are you? How did you take him down like that?”

“I’m the Slayer. I don’t want to have to hurt either of you but we really need to calm down and talk about this.”

With that she stood and released Sam and lowered the crossbow. With one more calculating look, Dean lowered the shotgun. “Fine, let’s talk.”

Caught up in the standoff, no one in the clearing noticed the tall figure chanting just inside the wood line. Nor did they notice when he disappeared just as the turned to leave.

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Dean put the house key into the lock and opened the front door of the small house they were renting this time around. He and Buffy had argued for more than thirty minutes over where to meet after the cemetery. Both had wanted to meet on their home turf and after being unable to come up with a suitable neutral location, Buffy had finally agreed to the Winchesters’ place since she had already searched it.

Dean entered first, followed by Buffy, Willow, Xander, Oz, and Sam brought up the rear. Dean led the way down the hall into the living room. Dean watched as Buffy placed herself between her friends and the window. What the hell is the deal with this chick? She knows defensive tactics and how the fuck did she drop Sam like that? Dean maneuvered to the far side of the room, and left Sam closest to the door.

In position, everyone stood warily watching the others.

Buffy broke the standoff first. “So…”

“So.” Dean replied back.

“How are we gonna do this?”

“How about I ask the questions, and you give me answers I like,” came Dean’s snide reply.

“Or, how about you loose the jackass attitude before I kick your ass,” Buffy replied as she tensed for a standoff.

Sam broke the glaring contest between them offering, “How about we start with introductions and then go from there.”

Every eye turned to him then, so he continued, “We met this afternoon, but I’m Sam Winchester, and this is my brother Dean.”

Buffy picked up the introductions and pointing behind her said, “This is Willow, Xander, and Oz. And I’m Buffy. Summers.”

At Buffy’s introduction, Dean snorted, “What the hell kind of a name is Buffy?”

“The kind of name the girl who’s really gonna kick your ass has,” came Buffy’s quick reply as once again she went into a standoff with Dean.

“Damn it Dean! Can’t you stop being a jerk for five fucking minutes? Seriously?” Sam broke through the standoff again.

“Fine, whatever,” replied Dean. “So what the hell were you all doing out in the cemetery tonight?”

“Patrolling,” Buffy replied.

“Patrolling for what?”

“Mostly for vampires, but demons or whatever other evil creepy things might be wandering around.”

“Why are you out looking for vampires?” the sarcasm dripping from Dean’s voice.

“Because it’s my job. I’m the Slayer.” At the blank looks from Sam and Dean, Buffy continued, “The Chosen One… Into every generation a Slayer is born: one girl in all the world, a chosen one. She alone will wield the strength and skill...yada, yada.”

“So what, you’re like Supergirl?” Dean came barely keep the laughter out of his voice.

“Not exactly,” Buffy replies with a roll of her eyes. “So why the hell were you all out there?”

“We followed the vampires from their nest. We were going to gank ‘em. We’re hunters.”

“No offensive, but killing a vamp is not like killing Bambi.”

“How could you kill Bambi? That’s so horrible!” Willow piped up from behind Buffy.

“Not that kind of hunter,” Sam replied looking to Willow. Then he met Buffy’s eyes. “We hunt evil things: ghosts, vampires, ghouls, demons.”

Buffy asked the only thing she could think of in response, “Why? I mean, I have to chosen one and all that, but why would you volunteer for this?”

Buffy didn’t miss the flash of pain that crossed Sam’s face. “We were kinda volunteered. Our dad became a hunter after…well, when we were kids. He raised us to do this,” Dean replied.

“So we’re on the same team. Why did you guys come here?”

“Our Dad is tracking something a few towns over, probably a wendigo.”

“So, he’s not here then?”

“No,” Dean replied. “He’ll check in every few days until he’s done with his job.”

“Which means he’s not tracking our jealousy demon,” Willow offered.

“What jealousy demon?” Dean asked; his interest peeked.

“We’ve got something causing people to kill their cheating spouses and significant others. We are pretty sure, it’s some kind of a chaos demon,” Buffy explained.

“We want in,” Dean volunteered without hesitation, his excitement at a possible hunt barely contained.

“I don’t know,” Buffy hesitated.

“If you don’t let us help you, we’ll just hunt it on our own.”

“Fine, how about you two meet us in the library before school tomorrow morning and we’ll talk to Giles,” Buffy conceded.
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