Cruise Control

1.Meet And Greet

Buffy dodged just as the claws of the unknown demon flew at her face. She was on the ground just as the sharp nails dug into the bark of the oak tree that had been behind her. “Looks like someone’s going to need a manicure after this,” she quipped just as she whipped her foot around to knock at the demons ankles. The slimy beast fell to the floor, wood still hooked to its sharpened claws. “But if you’re lucky then you won’t even live to see tomorrow,” Buffy threw another bout of fighting witticisms at the demon. In almost all of Buffy’s fights, she would throw cliché remarks at whatever it was she was fighting. This type of banter was what kept her going. If she didn’t add amusement to it then she would have probably started thinking about everything else going on in her life. How Spike still wanted her, how Dawn had been caught stealing, and how incredibly hard it was to find a job in this God forbidden town. No, Buffy would rather have small talk with a salivating demon than think about any of this.

But the odd thing about this demon was, she had been trying to track it for over two weeks now and it had been nearly impossible. So pushing it back for another night, she had gone patrolling, looking for another beastie to occupy her mind. And in that lapse she had between slaying,, she started to think about her problems. Then out of nowhere came this little beauty. The fight had been instantaneous. It seemed the monster really wanted to have a bite of her petite little body. But it got a surprise when Buffy aimed a flying kick at it’s face. Blow after blow had been tossed until they had landed where they were now. Buffy crouched next to the hunkering body of the beast who lay on the grass before her. Buffy was just about to grab the massive slimy leg when the thing lunged into the air with no further preamble. “Shit,” Buffy swore as the moment knocked her flat on her ass.

Next thing she knew, the creature was about to rip her face off with it’s claws when she heard a deep voice call out to her, “Careful there blondie!” And then with that, a click was heard and she was covered in demon blood. The smell was anything from pleasant. The sight of a partially headless demon was even more so. A hand reached out to her in the darkness and she grasped it without thinking twice, allowing the person to lift her from the ground. “Looks like you got in the way of the bear I was hunting miss,” someone said to her in a southern accent. Even though Buffy was blond and had at one time been a cheerleader, she wasn’t as stupid as this guy obviously thought she was.

“Right,” she said, turning around to look at the face of her hero. She could see dark hair and light green eyes on the chiseled face of her oddly handsome rescuer. It wasn’t every day that a girl was saved from a literal Prince Charming. Unless you were Buffy. Things like that seemed to happen all too often in her life. “Umm…” she cleared her throat, “I was about to kill that thing. I swear! I just didn’t know it could spring up that fast.”

She could see the confusion in the other man’s face, “What do you mean you were about to kill it? A cute blond like you couldn’t have killed a Fer--” he stopped before he continued and blew his cover, “A bear that big and nasty.”

Buffy almost laughed at that. Even after she had admitted that she was about to kill the thing, he was still trying to think of a suitable cover story. Of course, she was slightly offended that he had thrown her off as another ‘cute blonde’ who couldn’t kill anything bigger than an ant. “Yes. I, the blond, was about to kill that Fur demon or whatever it is you called it.”

The man’s eyes sharpened instantly. Those were eyes of a hunter. One of those men who spent their lives killing beast that normal people would never set their eyes on. “My names Dean Winchester. I think we need to talk.” He pointed towards a car somewhere off in the distance, “Follow me.” And without anything else being said, he walked towards his vehicle.

Buffy furrowed her eyebrows as she watched the retreating back of the man who called himself Dean Winchester. Well, if she wanted to find out what was going on, she would have to follow him and maybe give his ass a kick or two for thinking that she couldn’t take on big and slimy who was still laying dead on the ground. “Great introduction,” she murmured as she followed behind him, “Can’t even stand still for a second to find out that my name is BUFFY SUMMERS!” She said her name loud enough so that he could hear it on his way to his car. She had a feeling that this was going to be a very long night.