Author's Note: Okay, so we're still not on to the Sam crazy, but it'll happen, I just needed to get the story rolling. So I took some liberties that you'll notice, but guess what? It's a crossover fanfic, and I'm the author so I do what I want lol. Anyway, review and let me know that this story is still interesting!

Chapter 3: Poor Dean

"Yo, Sammy," Dean called as he walked into his brother's room at the hospital. However, he was not expecting to see the girl that was in the room. He looked back from the number of the room back to the girl. "Uh, sorry, must have the wrong room, I was looking for Sam."

Just then Sam came up behind Dean. "Hey, Dean, I see you met Buffy."

"Uh, yea, sort of," Dean replied confused. "Glad to see you're making friends, Sammy."

"Well, she's my roommate." Sam said as he sat down on his bed leaving room for Dean to sit beside him while they both faced Buffy on hers.

"Roommate? I didn't realize they roomed co-ed." Dean replied even more confused.

"They don't normally, but there's been some overcrowding, and me and Buffy have some of the same 'problems'." Sam explained.

Dean looked from Buffy, who had still yet to do more than stare at him, back to Sam. "And by same problems, you mean?"

"She's a hunter, Dean." Sam deadpanned, hoping his brother would have just caught on to his subtlety.

"Cool," Dean nodded. "So where you from, sweetcheeks? And what landed ya in here? If you don't mind my askin'."

"Um…originally LA, but," Buffy looked unsurely at Sam. Sam gave her a nod of reassurance, letting her know she could be honest with Dean. "I've been living in Sunnydale for the last six years."

"Sunnydale, California?" He looked to Sam. "Isn't that where one of the Hell gates is?"

Sam nodded. "Yea, but she calls it a Hellmouth."

"And I don't know how I ended up here." Buffy said as an answer to Dean's earlier question.

"She stays pretty busy just living on the Hellmouth so she just patrols the town every night." Sam started to explain. "The last thing she remembers was that she had had a fight with her boyfriend while out on patrol and then nothing."

You forgot to mention the part that the boyfriend's one of the hunted kind, Sam.

"So you got family out there looking for you? That's great. We'll just find them and get you back home to the people you love." Dean summarized.

"Love, that's what Spike calls me," she said with a gentle smile. Then all of a sudden she had another panic attack as she started to lose her grasp. "No! No, no, no! He doesn't call me that, because he's not real. None of it is real! No Sunnydale! No vampires! No Spike!"

Here we go again.

In a flash Sam was on his knees in front of her as Dean watched on, "Hey, hey, hey. Calm down. Everything's fine, and everything is real. Spike is very real, and we'll get you to him alright? See?" Sam said as he gently grabbed Buffy's arm to show her the bracelet Spike had gotten her for her birthday. "The bracelet's real, so he is."

Buffy nodded then looked from Sam to Dean. "I wanna go home."

Dean nodded at her, "Then that's where you're going. I'll head out to Sunnydale from here and be back before you know it."

"Why are you helping me?" Buffy asked instead of thanking him. "Sam said you didn't even think I was real."

"What are you…" Dean started but was interrupted by Sam.

"Uh, Dean…"

Well Sammy, time to come clean.

"There's one more thing you should know." Dean looked at him expectantly. "She's the Vampire Slayer."

"What do you mean 'gone'?" Spike asked.

Just that, she's gone. She never came home from patrol last night." Xander explained. "This was literally the last place to look."

"Maybe she's just invisible again, yeah? We'll just find her and make her seeable again." Spike said, trying to keep himself from thinking the worst.

Xander shook his head. "Willow saw Warren this afternoon and game him a truth spell. Told us he used some weird demon with a funny name to transport her somewhere."

"Transported? Did he say where?"

"If he had, why would I be looking?" Xander rolled his eyes. "One of his partners in crime zapped him out of the place before he had a chance to answer us."

"Can't the wiccas do a locating spell on the Slayer?" Spike asked earnestly.

"Tried, whatever they did when they took her, they're covering their tracks pretty well." Xander answered.

"Well she can't just vanish!"

Spike actually was panicking now. He knew that no matter where she was she had to be ok. He would have felt it if something terrible had happened to her, wouldn't he? He instantly regretted that the last time he had seen her that they had been fighting, and it should have been a happy night for him! She had come to tell him that she wanted to get back together with him! She had been cleaning her room and had finally opened the present he had gotten her for her birthday—a bracelet, his mom's bracelet, with the inscription Anne on it.

He couldn't believe his ears when she admitted to him that she believed that what he felt for her was love and not just obsession. She apologized again to him for the way she had treated him during their first go around. She wanted to really try to make it work this time. Then he had to go and bollix it up.

He had asked if she was going to tell her friends about them this time. In his mind that was the final test. If she really wanted it to work, then why hide it from her friends? But she told him she wanted to wait, that she wanted to make sure they could actually make it for a while before she told them. She had tried to give him a consolation by telling him that Tara already knew about them and that she was willing to tell Dawn, but she wanted to keep it from Willow and Xander still.

He didn't even know why that had irritated him so much, but it did. Hence, the fight. He should have been happy with what she was willing to give him at the time instead of being his normal selfish self. Who knows what was happening to her right now, and the last things he had said to her had been in anger. If something had truly happened to her, he would never forgive himself.

"The Vampire Slayer?" Dean asked incredulously. "The one you used to read stories about as a kid?"

"We've met normal fairy tales," Sam entreated. "Why can't we meet the hunter fairy tale?"

Dean nodded his concession. "Okay, fine, let's say I believe you, and she really is the Slayer. That just leaves us with more questions as to how she ended up here. Who or what did she piss off enough to put her in this state and take her so far from home?"

"All excellent questions that you can try to figure out with her friends when you go to Sunnydale." Sam said.

"I'm just gonna go and pump her friends for information?" Dean asked.

"What else would you pump them for," Buffy mumbled to herself and then giggled.

"And what would make them believe that I'm on their side and not the one that took her in the first place?"

"Spray some holy water on yourself." Sam explained.

"And if they don't believe its real holy water?" Dean lifted his brow in question.

"Splash it on Spike," Buffy smirked. "Just don't tell him it was my idea, he's already mad at me."

"Spike? Your boyfriend? He's a demon?' Dean asked, not believing there was a way to be more shocked in this conversation.

Ruh-roh, tell big brother who he's really going to see, Sammy boy.

"He's a vampire," Sam supplied weakly.

Dean rolled his eyes and pointed at Sam. "I swear to God, Sammy, if my life gets any weirder after this, then I'm the next one who gets to take a vacation in a loony bin, got it?"

Sam just smiled. "Got it, jerk."

"Bitch."

A few nights later, Spike was sitting on the couch with Dawn. He figured that she would appreciate the company and protection what with the Slayer missing and Willow's ever absentness at home. He had finally decided to tell Dawn what had been going on between him and Buffy.

"So you guys, are really together?" Dawn asked with hope filling her eyes.

"Only if we ever get her back here so I can apologize for being such a wanker." Spike said almost miserably.

Dawn's nose scrunched up in the same way Buffy's did that Spike loved. "Ew, Spike, that's gross."

Just then the doorbell rang. "That's weird," Dawn said. "The Scoobies would have just walked in. Who'd be ringing the bell?"

"You stay here, and I'll go check." Spike ordered.

When Spike answered the door he was met with a brunette man about the same height as him, a quick sniff indicating he was human. "Can I help you, mate?"

"Uh, you Spike?" the man asked.

"Last time I checked, and you are?" Spike asked cautiously, he was in trouble if things went south. Of course, he'd protect Dawn if need be, but it'd give him a hell of a migraine afterwards.

"Name's Dean. And I know where Buffy is."