Summary: Dean's watching TV. He really likes Buffy the Vampire Slayer because of Faith. He then gets sucked into the TV. Mayhem ensues.
Warning: Language, violence, M/F. Descriptive sex scenes.
Pairing: Dean/Faith.
Disclaimer: Neither KillerKelly nor I own these characters. We are simply borrowing them. The story is ours, however.
Author's Note: The basics of this story was from me. Me and KillerKelly discussed it in more detail and this is what we got... and We agreed I Post the story in fanfiction. And shi in Twisting the Hellmouth

Chapter One; Not In Kansas Anymore

There was nothing to do. In between jobs, resting…

It was really quite boring.

Sam stepped from the bathroom, a towel around his waist, and looked at his older brother, who was flicking through the TV channels.

"What're you doing?"

"Channel surfing."

Sam opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it. Shaking his head, he turned to get dressed.

"I'm gonna head out, maybe get something to eat." He said after a few minutes. "You want anything?"

"Pie?"

The younger Winchester chuckled and headed out.

"Yeah."

"Don't scratch my baby!" Dean yelled out just before the door closed.

News…news…news…advert…news…

Nothing good on-

Oh, there was something. Buffy The Vampire Slayer, season five. Not too many episodes into the season.

He knew what happened, of course. The series had ended after seven, but it was still fun to watch. A lot like his life…only in a TV show.

And that Sarah Michelle Gellar was hot as Buffy. Not as hot as Eliza Dushku…but ok. He couldn't help but imagine a threesome, though if he had to pick one…Eliza would win hands down.

Dean set the remote down and made himself even more comfortable on the bed. He'd watch the show then enjoy some pie once Sammy got back.

Unfortunately, Dean got so involved in the show he didn't notice the blue glow of the TV get brighter and spreading out towards him and a pulsing sensation expanding.

The glow surrounded him, trapping him, enfolding him.

Within seconds, the blue glow surrounded him completely and lifted him from the bed. In a harsh jerk, it pulled him forward and into the TV.

Dean opened his eyes to be greeted by the night sky.

He pushed himself up into a seated position and shook his head. Rubbing his face, he looked around.

Grass…more grass…tombstones…hot chick fighting a demon…grass…

Wait.

He knew that 'chick.'

Eliza Dushku.

"Well." Dean said, pushing himself to his feet. "If this is a dream, I hope to hell Sammy don't wake me up…"