Crescent & Spike’s Most Excellent Adventure: Chapter 2

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Title: Crescent & Spike’s Most Excellent Adventure
Author: Luna_del_Cielo
Fandom/Genre: Supernatural/Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Harry Potter/Gilmore Girls/Law & Order: SVU/True Blood/Twilight
Main Characters: Luna Lovegood, Spike, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester,
Supporting Characters: John Winchester, Lane Kim, Mrs. Kim, Olivia Benson, Fin Tutuola, Tara Thornton, Sookie Stackhouse
Rating: T
Summary: Luna Lovegood is the Last Guardian of the Slayer Line… and she’s not really sure what that means. She goes on a road trip across the multi-verse with Spike to figure out her role in the world and stop a new Big Bad along the way.
Pairing(s): Luna/Dean
Spoilers: BTVS S7 AU, none for SPN, none for HP…Companion piece to Willow’s Thief, but you don’t need to read that to read this.
Category: Humor, Action, Friendship,
Distribution: Twisting the Hellmouth, FFNet, sn_crossovers, sn_flashback
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Putting the ‘Ass’ in Assumption
Boston, Massachusetts

“Oi, you see her yet, Crescent?”

Luna shook her head and turned slightly to face Spike. “In my vision she was here, outside Quincy Market.” Pulling her legs up so she could sit cross-legged on the bench in the area between Faneuil Hall and Quincy Market, Luna began scanning the crowd again for Rosa Santiago. In her vision the sixteen-year old girl had dyed blond hair, lightly tanned skin, and a slim figure that was shown off in a jean mini-skirt and red tank top.

Dusk had recently fallen - which is why Spike could be out with her - and the marketplace was quite busy for a Saturday night. A street performer had recently finished his juggling-on-a-ball-on-top-of-a-barrel act and the crowd was dispersing as they looked for the next round of entertainment. In the middle of a large oval space was the Romanesque Quincy Market building and the historical brick Faneuil Hall and bordering it were various chain stores that hosted dozens of shoppers. Since it was June, many of the restaurants featured patio tables for their diners. Essentially there were hundreds of people in the marketplace tonight and Luna was experiencing difficulty in locating Rosa.

“Did yer vision happen to show exactly where she was?” Spike questioned. His eyes subtly flitted from person to person in the area and his question carried a trace of impatience.

She gave her friend a small smile. There was apparently a cover band of some singer named Ramone that he wanted to see at an Irish bar, The Black Rose, and he was eager to take her back to the hotel and venture for a night cap. Luna, of course, didn’t mind the idea of being back at the hotel. After her one Bronze experience she realized that bars were not her idea of a fun time and she would much rather finish her book on Celtic mythology.

“Sorry Spike,” she apologized with a slight twinkle in her eye. Luna found it quite amusing that a vampire who was almost two-hundred years old could be less patient than a fourteen-year old girl.

A flash of red at the steps of Quincy Market caught her eye. Following the movement, she smiled with satisfaction as she found Rosa leaning against a pillar as an attractive boy talked to her.

Luna was certainly not like most girls who spent time gossiping about boys but she did occasional have crushes on boys. Her first year she liked an older Ravenclaw named Damian Jackson - but she gave up on him after he and his friends hid her books in the Common Room. At the beginning of last year, when she was still at Hogwarts, she began to like Neville Longbottom after witnessing him tenderly taking care of the plants in the greenhouse, but she had left so quickly that she hadn’t thought about him in some time. Then, for a moment, she had liked Harry Potter and thought that maybe he had even liked her after their dance at the Bronze over the winter holidays…but she had gotten over that once she realized Dawn liked him - even if Dawn still refused to believe that she liked Harry more than just as a friend.

Therefore, though Luna often preferred books to boys, even she could appreciate the sight of the boy talking to Rosa. He was dressed casually in jeans and a flannel shirt but his brown hair was tussled and he wore a rakish smile that seemed quite charming. She was slightly envious of Rosa at the moment - even though Luna didn’t really care about boys she still sometimes found herself wondering what it would be like to have one like her.

“There she is,” she informed Spike in a soft voice and a wave of her hand. “I’ll go over there and talk to her.”

As she walked through the crowd of people Luna kept her eyes on the two teens. Rosa was laughing at something the boy said as he gave her a knowing look and sidled closer. Hmm. Luna felt bad that she was going to interrupt the moment but it was incredibly important that she talked to Rosa as soon as possible. Many of the girls were scared and wondering why they were suddenly stronger and faster so Willow and Luna were trying to find them as quickly as possible and help them deal with the new adjustment.

She was just at the foot of the steps when she noticed the boy giving Rosa a slow kiss that had Luna feeling awkward. Good Merlin, now she felt really bad about interrupting!

Luna cleared her throat lightly.

No response.

She did so again and the guy gave her a raised eyebrow. “Yo kid, what the heck do ya want? We’re kinda busy here.”

Rosa blushed and stood up straighter.

Luna fought not to roll her eyes. Yes, she had found the boy attractive when she first saw him but now that he had opened his mouth all the attraction had evaporated.

Making eye contact with the slayer she began her introduction. “Rosa Santiago? I’m, er-” Glancing at the boy she wasn’t sure what to say in front of him that wouldn’t sound suspicious. “Hi, I’m Luna Lovegood. We need to talk.”

“What about?” she asked curiously.

“Can’t it wait, kid?” the boy asked with mild exasperation and Luna fought not to frown at him. Honestly, Americans could be so rude!

Instead, Luna chose to ignore him. “It’s about the changes going on…in your life lately. I can explain them.” Lightly taking hold of Rosa’s wrist, Luna opened up the Slayer-Guardian connection between them. It was hard to explain but it was something she learned to do during the plane ride to London with Vi and Rona. By opening up the bond Luna was able to reveal the absolute truths about herself - that she was a Guardian and a protector to the slayers, that the girl was a slayer, and that two of them were family, in a sense.

Rosa gasped softly as her dark brown orbs met Luna’s watery-blue ones. “Dios mio. I…I think I dreamt of you.”

The boy just looked at Rosa and Luna like they were crazy. “Are you two on something?” he asked in confusion.

Rosa ignored him and just gaped at Luna.

“If you come with me I can explain everything,” Luna promised.

“Yes, of course,” Rosa nodded.

“Wait, do you even know this girl?” the boy asked Rosa as he grabbed her hand when she made a movement to leave.

Rosa’s eyes darted at Luna and she grinned. “Yeah, I do,” she replied honestly.

“Bu-but it didn’t seem like you did a second ago,” he sputtered in confusion as he gave Luna a suspicious look.

Rolling her eyes, Rosa tugged her hand away. “Look, Dean, you’re nice and all but I gotta get going.”

“No,” he declared in derision as he clung to her hand. “You can’t just run off with some creepy girl with pale skin and a funny accent. That’s not smart,” he protested.

Luna frowned. Now after hearing this boy speak more, she really did not like him.

“Let, go,” Rosa demanded as she roughly yanked her hand away.

Dean looked at her in shock and Luna wondered how much slayer strength Rosa had accidentally used. Shrugging her shoulders, she grabbed Rosa’s hand and began leading her back to Spike. This was the fifth slayer that Luna had found by herself since they arrived in the States and the whole ‘One girl, but now hundreds of girls, in the entire world’ speech was getting easier, but it was still something that Luna was always happy to get over with.

After all, it was an awkward experience explaining to a normal teenage girl that she wasn’t exactly normal anymore.

“You sure you’re ready for this, Rosa?” Spike inquired with a raised brow and a skeptical look.

Rosa looked contemplative for a moment before she nodded decisively. “I’m ready.”

The three of them had just gotten off the green subway line at Government Center and were beginning the fifteen minute walk to Little Italy on the north end of town. The night sky was marred with a dusty orange color from the bright downtown lights and Luna fought to shake off a feeling of claustrophobia that always accompanied losing sight of the stars and sky. Growing up in the countryside and experiencing mostly only quaint wizarding communities, Luna was unused to being in such crowded environments with buildings taller than a Quidditch stadium and lights that blotted out the night sky. It was completely unnerving. Already she yearned to feel soft grass beneath her feet and dance under the moonlight.

“Right then, so if you’re ready what’s your plan?” Spike asked with a small smirk.

Two nights had passed since they educated Rosa on her slayerhood and the girl had begged for Spike to take her out hunting. After going through the basics with her he had agreed since it was better for the girl to practice with him rather than by herself. After all, once Luna and Spike left Rosa would still have a month here before her ‘boarding school’ (which is what her parents were told) started in England. And a month was a good amount of time for newbie slayers to end up getting hurt because they thought they knew what they were doing on their own.

Knowing that Spike was purposely quizzing her, Rosa rolled her eyes. She had fully embraced her new destiny but did have a problem with authority, which funnily enough, so did Spike.

“Mmkay, so you said that the word underground was that there were gang of vamps working with some Italian Mafia group and those rumors had them placed in Little Italy. So basically we go scope out the joint, follow one of ‘em back to the headquarters, and then follow them when different ones take off to feed. Then we kill ‘em one by one,” Rosa rattled off quickly.

Spike sighed. “And how are you going to kill them? What’s your plan with that?”

“Duh,” she rolled her eyes. “Stake to the heart. Hiyah!” she grunted as she thrust her clenched fist into an imaginary body.

With his eyes clenched tightly like that, Spike looked pretty frustrated. Luna didn’t think he liked this ‘watcher’-type role.

“Just don’t die,” he sighed heavily as he gave her a severe look.

Rosa’s eyes narrowed. “I won’t,” she stated stubbornly as her glossed lower lip jutted out slightly.

Luna just remained quiet as they continued walking into the Italian neighborhood of Boston. Thanks to her Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons with Remus and Sirius back in Sunnydale she was quick with her wand and not a terrible liability, which is why Spike didn’t mind her patrolling with them. Also, she was quite eager to continue her hands-on experience in the demonic world. There were so many types of supernatural creatures to research and write about that sometimes Luna felt giddy with happiness - gaining knowledge was the one passion in common with all Ravenclaws.

However, as much as she enjoyed increasing her knowledge, she wasn’t looking forward to returning to Hogwarts this fall as much as she typically did. It was just, after all she had seen and learned in the last year, her life had changed a lot. Merlin, her she had changed a lot. Returning to spending time with her peers - most who had no knowledge of this new world she had ‘discovered’ - and taking a break from this new part of her life was certainly not appealing.

Going back to Transfiguration and Charms when she could be out actively hunting and studying supernatural creatures? She certainly preferred the field work of the latter.

Then again, at least while she was in Hogwarts she didn’t have to deal with creatures trying to kill her.

Dean Winchester stealthily followed the pale British girl, the pale British dude with a bad dye job, and the hot chick down Hanover Street. After they passed Mike’s Pastry and turned left on Prince Street, he glanced at his dad and brother. His dad was sporting a grizzly beard since his razor rusted up and he hadn’t had a chance to buy a new one, so he looked like a trucker with that and his ball cap. Sammy’s scrawny ass was wearing jeans and a black hoodie and his look of boredom annoyed the hell out of Dean. Hell, when Dean was twelve years old he was begging his dad to take him out on hunts and they practically had to force Sammy! It was ridiculous, honestly.

“You sure they’re the vampires we’re hunting?” his dad asked a gruff voice as his dark eyes followed the movements of their targets.

“Dad, you should have seen that shrimp of a girl the other night. She walked up to Rosa, did some creepy eye thing, and then totally put Rosa under a thrall. Plus, she’s pale as a ghost,” he explained in a low voice.

“Most vampires can’t actually put people under a thrall, Dean,” Dad sighed. “Still,” he continued in a brighter tone, “she could be a witch. Either way, we’ll save your little girlfriend.”

Sam let out a snort of laughter and Dean whirled to glare at him. “What’s your problem?” he asked in an annoyed voice.

“The idea that any girl would ever put up with you long enough to be called your girlfriend,” Sam replied with a twitch of his lip.

“Dick.”

“Jerk.”

“Boys, stop that,” John Winchester sighed in aggravation. Raising teenage boys was sometimes more stressful than killing demons.

“Ooh, graveyard!” Rosa spoke up excitedly as they walked down Hull Street. “Think the vampires will be there?”

“Actually, Copp’s Hill is the second oldest graveyard in Boston, so it is quite unlikely that any newly arisen vampires would be there,” Luna informed her kindly. Ravenclaw that she was, she did a good deal of reading during their long car trips. “However, I did read that a banshee was sighted there ten years ago.”

“Really? Banshees are real?” Rosa asked in surprise.

“There’s whole bunches of nasty creatures out there,” Spike snorted. “Including those vamps up ahead.” He pointed towards a group of four men and women ambling out of a nondescript brick building. Each of them wore finely tailored suits or dresses and were talking and laughing loudly.

“They aren’t talking loud enough for you to hear, but I can hear ‘em. The Italian bird just suggested they walk by the line at Modern Pastry and pick up some tourists to eat,” Spike grimaced.

Suddenly looking nervous, Rosa gave the group an apprehensive look. “So, what do we do?” Her voice trembled slightly but Luna did not count it against her. The first time a slayer went into the field they were always nervous.

“Well, pet, can’t let them have a midnight snack, now can we? I’ll distract them and you two come from behind. Four of them against us three won’t be difficult,” Spike grinned as his eyes gleamed in anticipation for the fight.

Luna nodded, her mind already racing to determine the best incapacitation and dusting spells. Glancing at Rosa, she saw the slayer’s brown orbs glitter with a sense of feral intensity that was something Luna had witnessed in many of the slayers’ eyes before a fight. Seeing that, Luna let out a soft sigh of relief. Sometimes she could tell when a girl would accept her new vocation or reject it, and it looked like Rosa Santiago was embracing her new calling.

Spike’s footsteps were silent in the quiet neighborhood as he casually strolled across the street towards the four vampires, who seemed unaware or didn’t care that someone was behind them. As he neared them Luna saw three male figures - a burly man, a well-built teenage boy, and a lanky younger boy - come from behind Spike. Just as she began to get nervous about innocents getting caught up in the upcoming fight, the older man threw Spike against the brick wall and shoved a cross into his face.

Luna gasped as smoke issued from Spike’s burning skin and she screamed, “Stop!”

Next to her, Rosa tensed and then began running over to assist her newest mentor. Easily crossing the street within a span of seconds, she yanked the man away from Spike and sneered at them. “Hey! What the heck do you think you’re trying to do?”

Luna quickly ran over there and heard the man reply. “Trying to kill some vampires - guess that makes it three now.” He glanced at the older boy next to him and shrugged. “Sorry, Dean, I guess they got to her.”

“You bastard,” Dean - who Luna realized was the boy from Quincy Market the other day - swore in a dark voice.

A low chuckle bounced the brick walls like crumbling rock. “Three vampires? I think you Hunters actually have seven now.” The speaker was a tall, well-groomed male wearing a black tuxedo with a red tie. His companions, a woman wearing a black halter dress, a man wearing a black tuxedo with a white tie, and a woman wearing a flowing fuchsia gown, flanked him in ominous silence.

“Hunters?” Luna whispered as she glanced at the three men who grasped long daggers in their hands. She remembered that Robin Wood had said he was a Hunter before he joined the Watcher’s Council and she remembered meeting Bobby Singer from when he gave Angel a Devil’s Trap tattoo at the Summers’ house.

“Do you know Bobby Singer or Robin Wood?” Luna inquired in a dreamy voice.

“Yeah-” the younger one started to reply before Dean smacked him against the chest.

“Shut up, Sammy. Don’t tell the demons anything,” Dean ordered him in a gruff voice.

Luna scowled at the arrogant boy who looked only a little bit older than her. “I’m not a soddin’ demon,” she hissed in frustration. Due to her vast amounts of Spike-time, Luna was finding that she was picking up her vocabulary more and more often. Typically she didn’t use such language but Merlin this boy was exasperating! First he made it difficult when she tried to talk to Rosa and now he was ruining their ambush against the vampires!

Red-Tie, the vampire that seemed to be their leader, slapped his hand against Spike’s back. “No worries, friend. We won’t let the humans get away with almost killing you.” A malevolent smile crossed his features. “Let’s feed, kids.”

“Dad,” Sammy whispered anxiously as he edged further back with his dagger drawn.

Before anyone could say anything else, Spike whirled to face Red-Tie and sank a stake into his heart, grinning as the vampire burst into dust. “Actually, I think not,” he said with a sardonic smile.

Turning back to the males, Spike rolled his eyes at them. “Hello? Spike the Vampire with a Soul? Haven’t you heard of me? I fight for your lot.”

“Don’t you mean Angel?” called out a new, cool voice. Its owner was a woman leading a group of five vampires from the shadows of Copp’s Hill. Black hair was piled on top of her head and her nails were sharpened into talons. Like the other Italian women, she was dressed in a tight dress that left little to the imagination.

“Soul?” Dean whispered to, Luna guessed, his dad. The older man just shrugged and seemed confused by this turn of events.

“No! Sod it all to hell, why do you wankers always think that there’s just one soul man ‘round here?” Spike muttered in annoyance.

He then turned to glare at the man next to him. “You know, if you hadn’t interfered then I bloody would have had them all staked by now. Way to go, mate.”

“Hey!” Rosa called out in an authoritative voice to the new vampire. “Listen bitch, not only are you dealing with Spike but now you’re dealing with a Slayer as well - not to mention a witch - so if you want to get out of here in a way other than a vacuum, I suggest you take off.” A sneer accompanied her words and the leading vampire seemed to consider her words before she raised a haughty eyebrow.

“Eight against six? And most of them humans?” She gave them a feral smile. “We’ll take out chances.”

As if ordered by some unspoken command, all eight vampires hurtled themselves at Luna and the others. Spike deftly staked two immediately and knocked another one unconscious against a wall before he became locked in a battle against the female leader. The one that had been knocked unconscious was quickly staked by the Dean.

Rosa front-kicked one in the chest and let out a victorious yell with the vampire fell backwards. Another one swung a fist at her and she fell onto the ground with a painful grunt. He, the one with the white tie, straddled her and lowered his fangs to her throat when he exploded into dust. Coughing, Rosa accepted the hand of Sammy and uttered a quick word of thanks to her rescuer before leaping on top of a vampire fighting the older man.

Luna had used a spell to set one vampire on fire when she noticed that Dean was taking more blows than he was giving against the vampire wearing the black halter dress.

“Stupid Hunter, we own this city now!” she hissed as she grabbed Dean by the throat.

“The only thing you should own is some mouthwash, you skanky ho,” he gasped as he struggled against her.

“Impedimenta!” Luna shouted and the vampire stopped in mid-motion with her hands still wrapped around Dean’s throat.

“Lil help here?” he rasped as he tried to shake off the vampire’s hold, his eyes locking onto Luna’s.

She fought not to roll her eyes. She had dealt with a lot of people belittling and bullying her at school and it never really fazed her - she knew ultimately that it didn’t matter, that those schoolmates were just immature, and that there were more important things to worry about. Yet, this Dean boy had been quite rude to her in only their two meetings and there was something about him that just irked her. Therefore, there was a small part of her that just wanted to leave him there, but instead she used a levitation spell to send a stake into the vampire’s heart.

At least, since the vampire had been holding Dean, it meant that once she turned to dust he fell into a heap onto the sidewalk. Luna found the image quite amusing.

Turning back to the fight she saw Spike still fighting the female leader, who was getting up from her sprawled position on the sidewalk. Sammy was slumped against the brick wall with a dazed expression on his face, but at least he was alive. The boys’ father was gingerly getting up from the sidewalk and the remaining vampire, wearing the fuchsia dress, danced lightly in front of him. She waved a dagger - Luna assumed it was taken from the man - in his face and without warning thrust it towards him.

Rosa let out a warrior cry as she leapt in between and took the dagger for the man. It slid into the right side of her chest and the girl fell with a gargled scream onto the street. Suddenly, through their Guardian-slayer link, Luna felt a phantom pain in her lung and she released a wild scream into the night sky before falling to her knees. Sometimes, like now, when Luna was near her slayers she could feel their pain. Yet, while she had been able to block it during the battle against the First since there were so many slayers, being with just one girl strengthened that individual link.

“Luna? Rosa?” Spike called as he evaded a short sword that his opponent had slid from goddess-knows-where. “You alright?”

Fuchsia-Dress let out a mocking laugh as her brilliant blue eyes cut into Luna’s pained expression. “Interesting? You sad, little witch, because I hurt your slayer?” she cooed sarcastically.

Her head rose slowly as Luna’s subconscious fully embraced her Guardian power; the pain seemed to put her on automatic pilot and she was just along for the ride. “Not sad,” she all but snarled darkly. “Only angry.”

Luna knew that when the Guardian magic was created to assist the slayer thousands of years ago that it was a gift from Gaia, Mother Earth, and this she knew from her dreams. However, it wasn’t until this moment that she truly got a glimpse into what that meant to have a gift from Gaia.

Acting on impulse Luna raised her hand in the direction of the leafy oak tree that hung at the entrance of Copp’s Hill and then used her power to yank a thick branch from the tree. She sent it with the speed of a missile into the chest of Fuchsia-Dress, whose eyes widened comically before she exploded into dust from the branch protruding through her entire chest.

“Jesus Christ,” Dean burst out in shock as he stared at the swirling dust particles with a slack-jawed expression.

“Yvonne!” Spike’s opponent called out in grim surprise.

Luna’s eyes, now glowing white, turned towards the female vampire and with a mere thought vines burst through the street and wrapped them around the creature in a tight vise. No matter how much she struggled, she was bound in that place.

Seeing that the threats against her slayer had been eliminated, some part of Luna knew that it was no longer needed and she felt herself powering down. The surge of energy that the magic needed sapped her strength and before she knew it she was falling.

The last thing she remembered was the feeling of warm, muscular arms catching her.

It was dark.

She knew it before she even opened her eyes.

Taking in a deep breath, Luna wondered what time it was and how long she had slept for. Then she realized that the circumstances of her sleep were rather atypical and the memories of the fight at Copp’s Hill came at her like a flash flood.

Suddenly alert, her eyes snapped open to inspect her surroundings. To her right, watching TV with the sound off, was Spike and Luna realized that they were in her hotel suite. “Spike,” she rasped, her voice rusty due to a long period of sleep.

A flash of movement later and he was at her side, cradling her hand in his. “Crescent,” he murmured like a concerned parent. “I was wondering how long you were going to sleep.”

“How long?” she managed to get out. A part of her mind was still somewhere under control of a Sand Man and Luna was so tired she felt like she was still dreaming.

“Little more than twenty-four hours. I brought you back here last night after the ambulance picked up Rosa.” Before she could even ask he hushed her and answered her unsaid question. “It was touch and go for a bit - nasty vamp stabbed her in the lung and there was a lot of internal bleeding - but the docs said she’ll be fine. Apparently her mama thinks the speedy recovery was the work of Saint Rita, but it looks like that slayer healing is working alright for the girl.”

Luna let out a deep breath, completely unaware that she had been holding her breath in the first place. “Good,” she whispered.

The she remembered the other humans who had been there - and, with a sudden flush of crimson staining her cheeks, she remembered those arms that had caught her. “What about those Hunters?”

A dark look crossed Spike’s face and not for the first time was Luna Lovegood reminded that her dear vampire friend was extremely dangerous to the wrong person. “Bloody Hunters,” he spat scornfully. “Came across a few of them back in the day and they haven’t changed much. About as annoying as a slayer, but without the super powers.

“Anyways, turned out that was the Winchester family - John, his eldest Dean, and that scrappy one is named Sam. They were in town hunting the same mafia-linked vamps that we were after and apparently Dean thought you put a spell on Rosa the other night so they all presumed we were vampires. ‘Course,” he smirked, “they were right about me, I ‘spose.”

“Where are they now? I would like to have a word with them about interfering last night. After all, if they hadn’t been there then it’s likely that Rosa would not be in the hospital,” Luna stated as she sat up in her bed and stretched.

“Don’t worry, Crescent. I had a nice talk with them,” Spike told her as he tried to hide a boyish smirk.

“Spike,” Luna stated in a tone that was half-warning and half-question. “You didn’t hurt them, did you?” They may have interfered last night but Luna really hoped that Spike hadn’t done anything rash.

He let out a low chuckle. “Crescent, you bloody well know I wouldn’t hurt any little humans without provocation.” She just frowned at him in disbelief and he laughed some more. “Hush, you know I can’t do anything with my chip. ‘Sides, all I did was yell at them good and proper-like. After I tortured that vampire girl last night I got the information on their nest location and John promised he would make sure the place would burn, as a favor to us.”

“So they’re still in town?” she asked. Luna was curious to ask the Hunters questions about their lives. Both Robin and Bobby had given off a strange sense of energy to her when she touched them and she was curious what would happen if she shook these Hunters’ hands. Besides, she was immensely interested in learning what it was like to be a Hunter - to hunt demons while just being a normal human - and how they got started. She knew that Robin had gotten started since, after his mother’s (a slayer) death, he had been raised by her Watcher and taught about hunting demons. However, she wasn’t sure how others got started. After all, she doubted that all of them got brought into that life by Watchers. Not to mention, she wondered if it was common for a Hunter’s lifestyle to be family driven, and if that was why the Winchesters hunted today.

“Lu-na,” Spike called in a soft voice. Bringing her mind back to the present, Luna saw that he was giving her an endearing smile.

“Sorry, was thinking,” she apologized.

“No problem, Crescent. Anyways, John said that they’d take off after their job last night. Good riddance,” he snorted.

“Yeah…” Luna trailed off. For some reason, she was a bit unsure of how she felt about the Winchester family leaving.

A/N:

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