Title: Keeping Track

Author: Jade Hunter

Disclaimer: None of the characters or properties of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Supernatural belong to me.

Prompt: 023 - Pride.


"Are you okay?"

Buffy smiled briefly at Sam, "Yeah, I'm fine."

Her eyes remained hard and her skin was still several shades paler than normal; Dean wasn't very inclined to believe her, and from the concerned glance Sam sent her way, neither was his brother.

Sam persisted, always the good guy, "You sure?"

"Yeah, that was...uh...it was my first corpse-burning, that's all," Buffy replied shortly, wrapping her coat more tightly around her and crossing her arms.

It was a purely defensive move, but they hadn't really known each other that long, so Dean changed the subject, "Really? I thought you'd been doing this since you were fifteen."

"Yeah," she said, smiling gratefully, "but I've only dealt with poltergeists and spirits a handful of times."

Dean's eyebrows shot up, as did Sam's. Disgruntled spirits were the cause of most of the problems they'd encountered in the past, and it was amazing that Buffy, in her many years of hunting, hadn't come across a lot more.

"Mostly, I deal with vampires," Buffy continued, relaxing slightly the further they got from the graveyard. "An average of five a night, more on weekends, but that's to be expected. Plus a demon or two a week."

Vampires? An average of five a night? In their experience, vampires were fucking strong as hell, and almost as fast as a Wendigo - and she took down five a night? And more? Dean frowned questioningly at Sam, who shrugged, clearly just as baffled by how flippant Buffy was being.

"And, of course, the yearly Big Bad," she was saying, brows furrowing.

"Big bad?" Dean repeated.

She nodded; "You know, the one that decides he's not happy with the usual killing spree and decides to end the world."

Sam gaped. "End the world?"

"Uh huh. They're usually tougher than the average vampire or demon, too, which sucks for me," Buffy sighed, an annoyed look flitting across her face. After a moment, though, she shrugged, "But, hey, that's the life of a Slayer, right? What about you guys? What else have you dealt with besides ghosts?"

"Uh, a lot more things," Sam stammered, looking away and tucking his hands into his pockets. "We, uh - "

"We don't really keep track of them all," Dean cut in smoothly, smiling too widely. "Too many of 'em, you know? Eventually, you get to the point where...it's all...blurred together. Yeah."

Sam bobbed his head nervously, "Right."

The brothers exchanged a quick glance over Buffy's head, and then smiled tightly at the Slayer in unison.


FIN.