August 13-At the Beginning (With You)
Title: At the Beginning (With You)
Author: Skylar0Grace
Rating: FR7
Word count: 441
Crossover: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Buffy Summers
Written for: TtH August Fic A Day Challenge
Disclaimer: 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' belongs to Joss Whedon. 'Supernatural' belongs to Eric Kripke. I'm just playing in the sandbox.
Summary: "The scenario felt reminiscent of one of her first patrols and she gripped the stake in her hand tightly."
"Stop!"
Buffy hit the brake and followed Dawn's line of sight. Two men were shutting the doors to a garage. Two vampires were trying to find a way in. Buffy parked the car and reached into the backseat. The scenario felt reminiscent of one of her first patrols and she gripped the stake in her hand tightly. Dawn caught her eye.
"I've got your back."
Buffy smiled. "I know you do. Just like I've got yours. Let's do this."
~
Dean held the old door fast while Sam looked for something to barricade it with in the small garage. He came back with a small section of steel pipe and Dean gave him an exasperated look before shoving it against the door, effectively locking it. Temporarily.
Sam jumped into the Impala, noticing Dean had stopped to look at the back.
"Dean!"
"He didn't fix it!" he yelled back angrily.
"Not the time!"
The worn garage door began suddenly buckling under a force pushing from the other side and Dean raced to the counter and snatched up the keys before joining his brother. The steel garage door gave way and a person-sized hole appeared as an angry deformed man climbed through. He wore a set of dirty overalls that bore the tag 'OWNER', only to be joined seconds later by another deformed man whose overalls proudly boasted the name 'LESLEY'.
"You didn't finish the job!"
The owner leapt onto the hood. "You haven't paid yet..."
Dean glared before turning the keys in the ignition. His look of triumph fell when the motor refused to turn and he quickly pointed to the backseat.
"Guns!"
Sam scrambled into the back and retrieved two rifles. "That's all that's here!"
Dean growled in frustration before winding down his window and taking aim. The salt bullet hit the owner but only served to make him angrier and retaliate by smashing the windshield. Dean shot out in anger before a flurry of blonde whirled in, turning the owner to dust. A thin brunette walked in behind her, a small ball of sunlight bursting from her hand. Lesley shrank back in horror but she whispered something to it and the ball sped forward, shooting straight through him and disappearing in the ash cloud that followed.
She smiled in triumph, high-fiving the blonde who then turned toward him. The blonde was older than he remembered but her name fell from his lips just as if no time had passed. It was his name that caused the confusion.
"Buffy?"
"Pike?"
The brunette repeated 'Buffy?' in surprise and turned to her for confirmation. Sam, however, just repeated 'Pike?' in utter confusion.
Author: Skylar0Grace
Rating: FR7
Word count: 441
Crossover: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Buffy Summers
Written for: TtH August Fic A Day Challenge
Disclaimer: 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' belongs to Joss Whedon. 'Supernatural' belongs to Eric Kripke. I'm just playing in the sandbox.
Summary: "The scenario felt reminiscent of one of her first patrols and she gripped the stake in her hand tightly."
"Stop!"
Buffy hit the brake and followed Dawn's line of sight. Two men were shutting the doors to a garage. Two vampires were trying to find a way in. Buffy parked the car and reached into the backseat. The scenario felt reminiscent of one of her first patrols and she gripped the stake in her hand tightly. Dawn caught her eye.
"I've got your back."
Buffy smiled. "I know you do. Just like I've got yours. Let's do this."
~
Dean held the old door fast while Sam looked for something to barricade it with in the small garage. He came back with a small section of steel pipe and Dean gave him an exasperated look before shoving it against the door, effectively locking it. Temporarily.
Sam jumped into the Impala, noticing Dean had stopped to look at the back.
"Dean!"
"He didn't fix it!" he yelled back angrily.
"Not the time!"
The worn garage door began suddenly buckling under a force pushing from the other side and Dean raced to the counter and snatched up the keys before joining his brother. The steel garage door gave way and a person-sized hole appeared as an angry deformed man climbed through. He wore a set of dirty overalls that bore the tag 'OWNER', only to be joined seconds later by another deformed man whose overalls proudly boasted the name 'LESLEY'.
"You didn't finish the job!"
The owner leapt onto the hood. "You haven't paid yet..."
Dean glared before turning the keys in the ignition. His look of triumph fell when the motor refused to turn and he quickly pointed to the backseat.
"Guns!"
Sam scrambled into the back and retrieved two rifles. "That's all that's here!"
Dean growled in frustration before winding down his window and taking aim. The salt bullet hit the owner but only served to make him angrier and retaliate by smashing the windshield. Dean shot out in anger before a flurry of blonde whirled in, turning the owner to dust. A thin brunette walked in behind her, a small ball of sunlight bursting from her hand. Lesley shrank back in horror but she whispered something to it and the ball sped forward, shooting straight through him and disappearing in the ash cloud that followed.
She smiled in triumph, high-fiving the blonde who then turned toward him. The blonde was older than he remembered but her name fell from his lips just as if no time had passed. It was his name that caused the confusion.
"Buffy?"
"Pike?"
The brunette repeated 'Buffy?' in surprise and turned to her for confirmation. Sam, however, just repeated 'Pike?' in utter confusion.