Authors note: This is my third chapter and I’m going to end this story with this chapter. I just lost interest in the original story but check out my other stories that I will be continuing.
Disclaimer: BTVS and Supernatural both do not belong to me. BTVS belongs to Joss Whedon and Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke takes place after season 7 Buffy and mid Supernatural season 2.
Sam pulled up to a mansion in the Impala, dressed for a casual date. He parked in the parking lot, which looked like it could fit like ten cars but that wasn’t the first thing he noticed, the first thing he noticed was the crowd of girls out back training it looked like.
Sam walked up to the front door, breathing in to his hand to smell his breath. It doesn’t smell bad. He knocked on the door and waited a few moments for someone to answer the door. Behind the door he could hear screaming and the distant sounds of someone being thrown across the room.
Dawn heard the knock and quickly ran down the stairs to see Buffy and Faith fighting in the living room, again. “Hey, you two behave he’s here!” She said in a stern voice.
Buffy looked over at Faith and smiled before copying Dawn’s patent pout. Dawn looked away from her sister to answer the door. A smile spread across her face when she saw Sam’s green eyes and floppy brow hair. She couldn’t help but smile, he was cute.
“Hey, uh ready to go?”
“Yeah, Buffy I’ll be home later.”
Buffy waited for Dawn to leave before running to the window to sneak a look at Dawn’s date, Faith joined her. Man he was good looking.
Sam opened Dawn’s door for her and waited for her to take a seat in the Impala before he closed the door behind her. He jumped in to the driver’s seat and they were off.
“Hey, can I ask you a question?” Sam asked eyes still on the road.
“Yeah, sure ask away.” Dawn answered trying not to stare at him.
“I thought I heard fighting when I knocked on the door, what was that?”
“Oh, that was just my sisters fighting again.” Dawn answered growing red causing the blue in her eyes to pop out more.
“I can understand that. My brother and I don’t always see eye to eye.” Sam thought about their recent fights and realized they haven’t in a while besides earlier that day but even that didn’t count really.
“Oh, you have a brother? What’s he like?”
“Um, he’s funny or he thinks so anyway.”
“Funnies good, my sister’s controlling.”
“That’s how Dean was but now he just seems more protective than anything else.”
“Well, that’s how older siblings are, protective.”
Sam thought about the countless times Dean had saved him and everything Dean gave up for him. He wasn’t a bad brother at all; he’s probably the best brother you could ask for.
“Oh, were here.” Sam said pulling in to the parking of the restaurant.
Sam sat across Dawn and kept looking at her every few seconds, she was beautiful, better than any girl he has ever dated before. He couldn’t keep himself from smiling every time she smiled at him.
Dawn caught his nonchalant stares and loved how he checked her out when he thought she wasn’t looking. She wondered if this could be the guy she could tell the supernatural to and everything that she does for work. He would never believe her.
“So, Dawn, I have another question?” Sam asked as they waited for their food.
“Yeah, ask anything.”
“I saw all the girls in your back yard, what were they doing their?”
“Oh that, we run an after school program for girls teaching them self-defense and stuff.” Dawn said trying her best to cover it up.
“Wow, that’s so great of you to take care of those girls.”
“Yeah charity is our thing.”
Dean rustled through Sam’s notes, finally finding something he found useful. The black dog was part of a prophecy. He grabbed his phone, “Sorry Sammy dates getting cut short.” He said as he called him.
Sam looked at his phone, Dean. He grabbed it and lifted it to his ear. “Yeah, Dean, what’s up?”
Dawn watched him and tried to hear what they were saying, she was a little nosy but she heard Sam’s brother say something about the black dog legend she saw on Sam’s notes.
“Dawn, I’m so sorry I need to go though, family stuff.” Sam said paying for the food.
Sam and Dawn walked out to the car, he wasn’t just going to leave her there, and he’d take her home.
“Okay, Dean, this better be important because I feel like crap for ducking out on my date.” Sam said as he walked in the door of the motel, throwing Dean the Impala keys.
“It sure is, Sammy. I know when the black dog is coming and why.” Dean said placing his keys on the table next to his empty pie dish.
“Okay when and why?”
Dean smiled, “tonight and its part of some prophecy that dad mentioned in his journal.” Dean grabbed some of Sam’s notes and their dad’s journal and showed him where they connected.
“So how do we stop it?” Sam asked.
“The prophecy? You can’t, but the dog you can stop and that might stop the prophecy too.”
“Well then how do we stop the dog?” Sam asked.
“The same way you stop any spirit, by salting and burning its remains.” Dean said smiled and pulling out his zippo and lighting it.
Sam grabbed the zippo from his brother, “Okay, but how do we find and burn it if we have no idea where it was buried?”
Dean grabbed back the zippo, “Well they usually haunt the place where they died so I say we start at that house.”
Dawn walked in the door of her mansion feeling a bit woozy, maybe from what she ate or maybe from feeling like was just played.
“Hey, sis, how was your date?” Faith asked.
“Uh, not as well as I’d hoped. He had to leave earlier for a family thing.” Dawn answered taking a seat on the couch next to Faith.
“Oh, that jerk he used that excuse. I’m gonna hit him so hard his explodes out his ass.” Faith said jumping to her feet.
“Faith -- don’t do anything. He just really needed to go.”
“Fine, but that boy is going to get it if he tries anything again.” Faith said sitting back down where she was before she got mad and excited for a possible beating.
Dawn liked that she was so eager to help but Dawn was more interested in the stuff Dean was telling Sam over the phone -- the black dog legend. She herself had looked in to that earlier but maybe that could explain some things.
“Hey, Faith, we should go check out that abandoned house by the lake.” Dawn said out of nowhere.
“Um, okay let’s go.” Faith said grabbing her keys.
Sam and Dean looked over the old house. It was two stories of old wood falling apart and windows boarded up or just broken. This was a perfect place to start looking.
Sam and Dean grabbed flashlights, shovels, and their rock salt shotguns before heading in to the old house. The floors were as crumbly as the rest of the house, not really that safe for them to be walking around.
“Look for a basement.” Sam said as they began their search. “And watch where you step.”
“This isn’t my first time, Sammy.” Dean said stepping over the fallen wood.
Dean stepped forward and as soon as his foot touched the wood it cracked causing his foot to fall through then the rest of him.
“Dean!” Sam yelled moving carefully over to the hole to check on his brother.
“I’m fine, Sammy, and I found the basement.” Dean said as he lay on a pile of wood in pain.
Sam crept in to the basement where Dean was dusting himself off. They both exchanged looks before looking around for any signs that something was buried here. They pulled out their shovels and began to dig. Nothing, they walked out of the house covered in dirt and Dean covered in bruises from his fall.
Dawn got their just in time to see them walking out of the house, she had some questions for Sam.
Sam noticed the car pull up in front of the house near theirs and saw who was driving. He froze for a moment seeing Dawn and another girl in the car. He smacked Dean’s arm as he pointed at the two girls. “The one with the blue eyes is Dawn.”
“Sam, I thought you had some family thing.” Dawn asked as she stepped out of the car.
“Uh, I did. This is my brother Dean.” Sam said introducing Dean.
“Why are you two out here?” Dawn asked.
“Would you believe were hunting ghosts?” Dean said with a grin on his face.
Faith looked confused and shocked that he said that. “We could believe that, I mean it explains the dog.” Faith said.
Sam and Dean exchanged looks again. “What dog?” They both asked at the same time.
Faith pointed behind them and they turned around to see a little black dog, snarling at them.
“That’s not our dog.” Dean said as they raised their rock salt shot guns.
The dog jumped at Dean and he shot the rock salt causing the dog to disappear. Sam began to look around for where it could be coming from next.
“What did you do to it?” Dawn asked.
“Well it was a ghost so I shot it with salt because ghosts are -- never mind I’ll explain later.” Dean said looking around with Sam.
The dog popped in again behind the girls attacking Faith. She fell to the ground to tried to punch it before it disappeared again attacking Dawn this time. Sam ran over and shot his rock salt at the dog. Sam got an idea and ran towards the backyard of the house jumping over the fence.
Dean yelled after Sam but he was already in the backyard with his shovel. Sam started to dig and found the bones of the dog. He threw a pound of salt on it before burning it to a crisp.
The dog jumped at Dawn then burned away. Dean watched it happen then smiled as he saw Sam come around the house with a smile on his face too.
Sam and Dean were in front of the mansion with Dawn and Faith. The four stood around not saying much.
“Thanks for saving me.” Dawn said to Sam.
“Don’t mention it.” Sam said smiling at her.
“So you two hunt ghosts?” Faith asked.
“Yeah and so much more, maybe we can talk about it if we come back but for now we got to go.” Dean said walking over to the Impala.
“You guys can’t stay?” Dawn asked.
“Afraid not, were on a mission and that requires us to travel -- a lot.” Sam answered.
Dawn smiled leaning in and giving Sam a kiss. “Don’t forget about me then, Sam, and visit soon, we have some things to talk about.”
Sam smiled back at her, “I won’t and yeah real soon.”
Dean smiled at Sam as he got in to the car. “See Sam that’s how easy it could be.”
“Shut up, Dean.” Sam said as Dean continued to smile at his joke.
Sam and Dean were a few miles out of town now. They couldn’t see any of the old town in their rear view mirrors.
“Hey, Dean,” Sam started.
“Yeah,” Dean said.
“For what?” Dean asked confused.
“You’re always looking out and being there for me.”
“Come on, Sammy, none of that chick flick stuff.” Dean said looking over at his brother.
“Right, thanks though. I’m glad I have you as my brother.”
“Who would you rather have?” Dean asked as he turned up the music.
Dean smiled staring out the window as the music faded out completely.