Disclaimer: I don’t own Buffy or Supernatural. If I did, Faith would have been treated better from the get-go and the Winchesters would so
A/N: This story takes place after Season 7 of Buffy. Brought to you by: “I Just Wanna Run” by The Downtown Fiction.
Faith strapped her bag to the back of the motorcycle that she had just bought. She had known all along that she didn’t belong with Buffy and her stupid Scoobies. After all, if they had turned on Buffy in the past, how could she hope to not get the same treatment eventually?
That was what had hurt the most though. Right when she had felt like she could
belong, they had dashed her hopes. More like taken a sledgehammer to them. That was fine. She’d been on her own before. She didn’t need anyone.
Faith checked one last time to make sure that her stuff was secure and hopped on her bike. Without bothering with a helmet, she took off into the night.
Somewhere between Cleveland and Las Vegas, Faith got hungry. She pulled into a greasy looking diner. Mmm. Bacon Cheeseburger here I come,
She scanned the place when she walked in. There was no lack of places to sit. Only two booths and a seat at the counter were taken.
Faith took a seat at the booth behind two hot guys that were arguing like a married couple. The better to eavesdrop on them. She just hoped that they weren’t actually gay. Gay she couldn’t compete with.
A tried-looking waitress headed over to take Faith’s order but the girl waved away the menu that was offered.
“I’d like a Bacon Cheeseburger and a ton of fries. Load me up,” Faith ordered before rethinking her choice. She grabbed the waitress’ arm before the woman could turn away. “Better make that burger a double.”
“Are you sure, sweetie? You got to drive after,” the waitress joked.
“And a water, thanks.” Faith added. It kinda made her all warm and fuzzy that a woman with a tiring, thankless job could maintain her sense of humor. Maybe there was hope for Faith, too.
“My kinda girl.” Faith heard one of the guys behind her mutter. She smiled to herself.
It wasn’t long before the guys started arguing again though.
“Dean, we should get some help on this one. This is the biggest nest of vampires we’ve ever come across. I think we should, at least, call Bobby.”
“Sam, we can handle this ourselves. I don’t want to drag anyone else into this.”
Finally, Faith had enough of eavesdropping. She stood up and grabbed a chair from a nearby table. Turning it around, she sat the backwards chair at the end of Sam and Dean’s booth and plopped herself down on it.
“I can help you guys out.”
Both boys stared at the hot but obviously crazy chick that had just joined them.
“Oh, thanks!” Faith said with a smile as the waitress put her food down on the table.
“Um. Who are you?” Sam, the tall one, asked her.
“Faith,” she answered while stuffing her face. “Vampire Slayer. Though those aren’t hard to come by these days. I am one of the best though.”
“Yeah. Okay. You mind going back to your own table now?” Dean asked rudely. “The sane people were kind of in the middle of a discussion here.”
“Ouch,” Faith said sarcastically. “Fine. Next time you want to talk about vampires, oh sane one, maybe you should pick somewhere a little more private.”
Faith grabbed her plate and went back to her own booth. They could move the chair back themselves.
“Dean, maybe we should have heard her out,” Sam complained.
“You just want to listen to her because she’s on your side. She may be hot but she’s also nuts,” Dean answered.
“No offense,” Dean said louder, knowing that the girl was still listening in.
“None taken,” She yelled back with a chuckle.
“Come on, just because she calls herself a slayer doesn’t make her nuts. We’re hunters. Maybe she’s just a hunter with a specialty,” Sam kept on.
Faith smirked. She had a specialty alright but it had nothing to do with hunting.
There was a heavy sigh from the other booth.
“Hey, you, Hot Mess,” Dean called out to Faith.
“You really aren’t good with names, are you?” Faith asked as she slapped a twenty on her table before joining the hunters at theirs.
“Faith, right?” Sam asked.” I’m Sam. This is my brother Dean.”
Hot Damn! They weren’t gay. Faith was going to enjoy this.
“I’m not nuts,” She said claiming her chair again. “At least, not in any way that isn’t fun.”
At the remark Dean looked her over seriously before giving her a flirtatious smile.
“I can kick a vampire’s ass six ways from Sunday with one arm tied behind my back. And when I’m done, if you’re really good, I’ll let you tie me the rest of the way up.” Faith said to Dean.
“She’s in.” Dean told his brother.
Sam rolled his eyes at Dean but at least they had the help that he had wanted. He hoped. For all he knew, Faith really was
Three weeks later, the Winchesters decide that from now on, they hunt as a group of three: Two brothers and one hot mess.