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Summary: The Winchester boys have to go to Cleveland and need the Council's permission to enter their territory. Buffy/Sam and Willow/Dean.

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Supernatural > Buffy-Centered > Pairing: Sam Winchester
Supernatural > Willow-Centered > Pairing: Dean Winchester
nannabelleFR1822,4110186,51811 May 0611 May 06No

Visions of Vampires Danced in His Head

Oops! I forgot, I don't own anything remotely resembling the show Supernatural or BtVS, so suing me will get you a whole lotta nothing.

Hi guys. Sorry to start yet another fic without updating the others first, but, well...the muse runs things her way. This is a short first chapter, and I don't know if the others will be this way or not. Hope you like it! Don't forget to rate if you review so I don't automatically get a 0/10!

“Ahhhh!” Sam yelled as the vision overtook him.

Dean watched helplessly. He hated seeing his brother in pain, but what could he do? In the weeks since the Miller’s case, and Sam’s first painful day vision, Sam had only gotten much worse. The nose-bleeds had started a few days later. He couldn’t exactly take his brother to the hospital. What would he say? “Hi, my brother’s having psychic visions, but they’re tearing his mind apart”? That wasn’t going to fly. He grabbed a towel and shoved it at his brother’s face to staunch the flow of blood.

“Cleveland,” Sam ground out, grimacing through the pain.

“Ok, let’s go,” Dean said, glad of something to do. He started gathering up their stuff and carting it out to the car. There wasn’t much, as they were used to traveling light, but they had been here for a week and had accumulated some junk in their hotel room. They had decided to settle for Sam to try to learn more about his telekinetic abilities as well. He had to smile as he turned from the car to see their dad’s notebook floating towards him. He took it from the air and tossed it in the back seat before turning back to help his brother.

Sam managed to drag himself to his feet just as Dean came back through the door. “I got it, man. Let’s just get on the road.”

“Are you going to tell me what’s there?”

“Yeah, on the way, let’s GO!” Sam said as he staggered out the door.

Once they were on the road headed towards Cleveland, Dean glanced over at Sam. “So, what is it this time?”

The only thing they knew for sure was that the premonitions were connected to whatever had killed their mom. Other than that, it was too new to know much more.

“There’s a girl, she’s being attacked near the University.”

“Uh, Sam, how is that our problem?” Dean asked.

“They’re vampires, Dean,” Sam glanced at his brother with a smirk.

“Sam! We don’t do vampires! Don’t you remember Dad’s notebook? It said to stay away from them; they’re somebody else’s job!”

“Yeah, I know, it’s the ‘Slayers’ job. But, dammit, Dean, I got this premonition for a reason. We need to follow it. I’m not interested in honing in on the Slayer’s turf, I just want to find what killed Mom and Jessica. You know these visions are tied to that, so we need to go.”

“All right, all right. Look, I’m going to call Dad and see if he can’t give us an idea how to broach the Slayer,” Dean rolled his eyes and pulled his cell phone out. Flipping it open, while watching the road, he pressed the button for his dad and hit send. As he listened to the familiar message asking callers to call him for emergencies, he winked at his brother. “Hey, Dad, we gotta problem. Sam’s visions are leading us to Cleveland, where the vampires are. I need your advice on how to NOT get our asses handed to us by the Slayer. Call me back.” He flipped the phone shut and tossed it into the ashtray of the vintage car.

An hour later the phone rang. Sam picked it up, since Dean was sleeping. They had switched off half an hour ago, and Dean had immediately dozed off.

“Yeah,” Sam said tersely.

“Sam? Where’s Dean?” their Dad asked.

“Sleeping, what have you got?” Sam responded.

“Look, you shouldn’t be going to Cleveland. The slayers own that town now.”

“We have to, Dad. This is a lead on what killed Mom. We can’t ignore it. So just tell me who we need to talk to, so we don’t step on any toes, ok?”

“All right, listen, it’s a tight knit group. Be careful. I’d suggest contacting either Xander Harris or Willow Rosenberg. They’re the back up to the original slayer, so they’re less likely to hit first. Be honest with them about everything. If they think you’re shitting them, they’ll kill you.”

“Right, got contact info on them?” Sam asked as he pulled to the side of the road. Dean, waking at Sam’s voice, began rummaging for a pen and paper. When Sam had come to a complete stop, he handed them over.

“Yeah, Sam. Here’s the number for the School they run now,” John said as he rattled off a Cleveland number.

Sam wrote the number down and tossed the pen to Dean as he said, “Thanks, Dad. We’ll be careful. Willow or Xander, no bullshitting them, we got it.” Sam snapped the phone shut and pulled the car back onto the highway.

Dean rubbed his eyes to wake himself up the rest of the way and asked, “How far are we from Cleveland?”

“An hour. I figure we’ll stop for gas then head on to Slayer central. Dad gave me the number. I’ll call while you fill up the tank.”

“You’ll call? Why you? Why not me?”

“Because you’re a barbarian, and we want these people to not kill us,” Sam joked. Dean responded with a one finger salute.

A few minutes later Sam pulled into a filling station and turned off the engine. Dean dutifully got out and began pumping the gas while Sam dialed the number his father had given him.

“Joyce Angel’s School for Girls, this is Hannah,” a voice answered.

“Hi, Hannah, this is Sam Winchester. I’d like to speak to Willow Rosenberg or Xander Harris, please.”

“May I say why you are calling?” Hannah asked.

“To ask permission to enter Slayer territory,” Sam responded.

“Hold, please,” he heard. As Sam waited, he watched as Dean headed inside to pay for their gas.

“This is Xander Harris.”

Sam started at the deep voice suddenly in his ear. “Um, hi. This is Sam Winchester. My brother, Dean and I, request permission to enter Cleveland.”

“Can I ask why you need permission to enter a free city?” Xander asked dryly.

“I had a vision, and I need to follow it through, but it involves vampires,” Sam said, keeping in mind what his father had told him.

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then, “Are you John’s son?”

Surprised, Sam answered quickly in the affirmative.

“Ok, you need to stop here first. We don’t let civilians fight in our town without a Slayer along. When you get here, ask whoever’s at the front desk for me or Buffy or Willow.” Xander quickly gave Sam directions before ringing off.

Sam shut the phone just as Dean knocked on his window. Rolling it down, he asked, “Yeah?”

“Move over, I’m driving,” Dean said gruffly. He got in when Sam was fully in the passenger seat.
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