A/N: Not too many SN/Angel fics out there! I wrote this right after SPN Sea 1, so yes I know what is said in this story doesn't match S2. Sorry!

A/N #2: This story is nominated for the 2007 Crossing Over Awards for the best portrayal of Angel/us… Please vote! :0)

Dis: I don’t own BTVS, Angel, or Supernatural!


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“Sam, get down!” yelled Dean.

Sam ducked and Dean fired all while dodging other demons that just seemed to keep coming and coming. They were in San Francisco. The Golden Gate Bridge was clearly seen from their vantage point, even through the dense fog that was threatening to swallow them whole.

It’s been two months since the accident that took their fathers life. Now, Dean kept the colt hidden in his father’s old pickup truck with the special symbols on the box so that no evil could open it. There was still one bullet left, and his brother and him were saving it for the bastard that was taking out their family one by one.

They were here, now, investigating a series of disappearances near the docks but before they could get there, they were ambushed by some green demons that just wouldn’t die unless you shot their heads off. Yes, heads, as in plural!

When seeing some vampires enter the midst of the fight, Dean knew he had to switch tactics and as Sam staked the one that tackled him to the pavement, Dean swung his gun around the nail one vampire in the jaw.

The vampire howled while staggering back and made a move to go after Dean, who kicked his foot forward. As the vampire bounced off the side of a car, the demon-hunter twisted around and staked the vampire. Dean and Sam had found that their father had been wrong about staking the vampires and they were glad they didn’t have to decapitate them every time. A staking was a lot easier, especially since they went poof after.

He saw Sam in trouble with a redheaded vampire that looked like she’s been having one too many necks for dinner. Her painted black nails struck Sam in the face and Dean saw red. No one, and he meant no one; hurt his brother unless it was him! She was straddling him, trying to keep him still has he bucked and kept twisting his head back and forth. However, he couldn’t get to him due to seeing two other vamps coming in his direction.

“Sam...What have I told you about getting involved with evil women? Wasn’t Meg a lesson well learned?” quipped Dean.

“Little help,” chocked out Sam as the vampire gripped his throat.

However, before Dean got there, another figure in a long leather coat and platinum blond came from the shadows and staked the vamp in the back, making Sam choke on and spit out some vampire ash.

“Eugh,” said Sam as the stranger helped him up. “Nasty.”

“You okay Sammy,” called Dean over his shoulder, holding a stake in each hand while having what he considered a Mexican Stand-Off with two of the hottest vampire chicks he’s ever seen.

“Fine. Thanks,” said Sam while nodding at the stranger.

“No problem,” said the man, a British accent evident in his voice. He held out his arms and two wooden stakes shot out from under his coat. Dean quickly leaned out of the way and watched with disappointment as the female vampires were staked in the heart. “Oi, Peaches, come join the party!”

Another man, with brunette hair instead of platinum came from the mist and nodded at the brothers. He seemed trustworthy enough, and he let his guard down, nodding back at the stranger in greeting.

“Spike. We need to find Illyria and Gunn. As for you, get to your homes. It isn’t safe out here.”

“No shit Sherlock,” said Dean as he opened his coat to reveal stakes, holy water, and rock salt ammo. “Why do you think I’m out here?”

“Great. Amateurs,” muttered the dude with the oversized forehead. “Just what we need. Some Hardy Boy wannabes.”

“Listen here...” Dean said, a little put off. “I’m no Hardy Boy. I’m much better looking.”

“Dean,” groaned Sam, annoyed.

“What? Just sayin’ we ain’t amateurs. Been doing this a long ass time, Peaches…” Dean then snorted out a laugh. “What kinda name is Peaches?”

“A nancy boy one, that’s what,” said Spike, grinning widely. He was thoroughly enjoying the night. First, he got to fight some demons. Second, he got worm his way into the knickers of one feisty little minx. Third, he got to fight more demons. Of course, the highlight of the night was finding this boy and his smart arse mouth.

“Spike!” growled Angel, turning to him with a flash of amber in his eyes that the hunters missed. “Not helping!”

“Oh, so sorry Angel, its not like I ever make fun of your poncy name.”

“How about I throw you back into the sewers where that large Garack demon wanted to make you his life mate?” said Angel, meaning business.

“Now that is just rude,” said a snubbed Spike. “After all we’ve been through, you’d do that to me?”

“Especially with all we’ve been though,” threatened Angel, raising a brow while silently telling Spike to test his patience.

“Fine,” said Spike, giving an upset sniff before turning his attention back to the two hunters. “So, have you two been in the business long?”

“Our whole life,” said Sam as he picked up the cracked bottle of holy water.

Spike eyed it while going for his pocket to light a smoke. He took a drag then blew it out of his thin, white lips while eyeing the two before him. One, the blondie boy, had a scar running over his eyebrow much like him. He looked strong and reminded him of Gunn. The other, however, looked to be a pretty boy. He had a scar on his right arm that went from his wrist to his elbow as well as a fresh cut on his lip. He reminded Spike of that ponce Riley but he would reserve judgment.

“I’m sure we’ve got you beat. I’m curious, what are you huntin’? Vamps? Demons? Spirits?”

“All of it,” answered the blond.

“Oh? Big demon hunters, eh?” said Spike, acting impressed. “Got a name? I told you mine. The dark, depressing looking one over here is Angel, also known as the Dark Brooding One.”

Angel was annoyed by this comment. He didn’t brood, or sulk! He just… Thought a lot about sad things that he’s done in his past and…well it wasn’t brooding, damn it! He was repenting for his sins and he should be allowed to have a private moment a time or two without someone getting on his back!

“You got names?” asked Angel, putting his hands in his pockets all while opening his senses to make sure there wasn’t a threat nearby.

“I’m Sam Winchester,” said the taller of the two before gesturing with his thumb to his companion. “This is Dean.”

“Winchester...” murmured Angel while looking them over. “The demon hunters?”

“Welcome to the conversation, Angel. Glad you could keep up,” said Spike while rolling his eyes.

“I know your father, John,” explained Angel, ignoring Spike at the moment.

“How?” asked Dean.

Well, not so much asked but demanded. Angel remembered how unpleasant John had been and he wondered if his sons followed in his steps when it came to mannerisms…

“Uh...”

There were many ways Angel could ease into the whole encounter. However, none of them really came to mind. All he could think at the moment was:

‘He tried to kill me due to me being a vampire and all. We got along fine when I rescued him from a werewolf!’

“I ran into him in LA a while back,” Angel lied, hoping they didn’t ask him to clarify. “Where is he?”

“He’s dead,” answered Dean, jaw tight while glaring at him.

“Oh.” Angel looked away for a moment, remembering all of those that he lost due to fighting the good fight. “Sorry.”

“Yes. We’re sorry. Can we go, now?” asked Spike, not really enjoying the sappy moment. “We need to find Blue and Charlie Boy then stop the Apocalypse from happening. I don’t want to have the world end up with nothing but Shrimp. I hate shrimp.”

“Wait... What,” asked Sam, stepping forward. “Shrimp?”

“It’s happened before. Some demon that grows bored finds it funny to change a world every millennia or so into a world of shrimp. We’ve got...” Angel checked a timer on his wrist. “Three hours.”

The brothers looked at each other, and then to the new people they just met.

“We’re in.”


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“You’re a vampire,” accused Dean while ducking a punch from the Shrimp demon’s fist.

It was an ugly bastard that looked exactly like a shrimp except it had legs, arms, and a mouth with tons of tiny teeth wanting to bite your arm off. From the looks of the corpses in the corner, it has done so numerous times.

They tracked it to an abandoned clothing warehouse near the docks. The warehouse has seen better days with the paint being chipped off the wood and the smell of mildew hitting your noses when you walked in. Well that and the scent of shrimp. The windows were either cracked or totally broken and had dust covering them: making the lighting dreary save for the massive hole in the roof.

“Yeah, well, its not that easy to tell someone,” hollered back Angel as he thrust his sword into the demon’s side, earning a hit on the back from its tail.

“Hi, I’m Angel, I’m a vampire. But I won’t bite you! Yes, vampires are evil, but, I’m different,” he mocked, at the end of his speech; however, the demon socked him with an uppercut, sending Angel across the deserted warehouse, his favorite sword skittering across the floor in the process.

“We also have souls,” stated Spike, he roared while going into game face himself and jumped on the demons back only to be tossed off into a pile of coal.

“Bloody.” Cough. “Hell.”

“You too,” asked Sam as he fired a crossbow, getting an arrow in one of the demon’s eyes. His pleased smile fell when the demon pulled out the arrow and tossed it on the floor before charging.

“Did I forget to mention that,” asked Spike as he gripped a piece of chain, leapt into the air to land on the back of the demon once again, and wrapped it around the things neck. “Well, yeah. I’m one.”

He pulled the chain tight, holding it while Angel got up, picked up his fallen sword, and cut off the demon’s head.

Gray matter that resembled snot flew all over, hitting the four heroes dead on. All four closed their eyes as the goo covered them from head to toe. Spike and Sam had been the unlucky ones that had their mouths open and both spit out a large glob while cursing.

“Oh, great,” muttered Angel while trying to shake some off of his arm. He moved his body too much because he almost lost his balance due to the puddle that had formed under his feet. So he opted on taking baby steps until out of the mess on the floor.

“Foul,” commented Dean while trying to rub it out of his eyes, he slipped when trying to step forward and landed harshly on his back. “Shit!”

“Bloody great,” sighed Spike while glancing down at his ruined jacket. “At least it isn’t acidic.”

“Tastes like chicken,” commented Sam while spitting more out, earning freaked out stares from the rest. “What? It does!”


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They walked down the street, uncomfortable due to the demon slime being all over them. Spike was still trying to shake out his jacket while Sam was trying to get the stuff out of his ears. What annoyed them the most was the squishy sounds coming from their shoes, especially Angel and Spike.

“Vampires with souls, huh? How did that happen,” asked Dean, who then muttered a curse due to slipping slightly from the goo on the bottom of his shoes. When regaining his equilibrium, he continued walking.

“I got mine on purpose,” chimed in Spike. “Worked for it and everything. HE got it as punishment for killing a Gypsy.”

“Must we always do this,” asked Angel. “Every time someone asks he tries to make it sound like I didn’t want it-well ok, Angelus didn't want it. But I do! And why the hell are there so many hills in this friggin' city?”

“Mine’s a lot better. I’m not cursed. Also, I get to get laid and be right happy,” added Spike, ignoring Angel all together, while tossing his ruined pack of smokes in the trash, only to shake his hand with disgust as slime webbed along his fingers. “Well, you do too. How was Eve again?”

“Spike!” Angel, growing frustrated and angry, shut him up by punching Spike in the jaw. Spike went flying into a cluster of garbage cans. The three continued to walk after watching the show of “Spike the Flying Vampire”, leaving it up to the cursing vamp to catch up. “Much better.”

“So you fight evil? Works for me,” said Dean. “But if I think that you’re too close to my neck, you’re getting a stake to the chest.”

“Not if I do it first,” commented a grumpy Spike who was rubbing his jaw. “You wank.”

Sam smiled when the banter continued. They, Spike and Angel, reminded him of he and his brother. On a bad day. They were close to their car and Sam dug into his coat pocket to get the keys. He cringed when they came out slimy.

“Keys,” ordered Dean and Sam smirked while tossing them at his brother.

Dean caught them, earning a slight sliming on his face. Dean closed his eyes for a moment to compose himself due to the anger that wanted to come out. He then opened his eyes and glared at Sam while opening the truck door. The Impala was still under repairs so when they went out on jobs they used their father's truck.

“So if you’re ever in the land of Rainbows again, give us a call,” said Spike.

“Where are you off to now,” asked Angel while eyeing the brothers.

“Now that the demon is taken care of, and that we see you two have this handled, we’re thinking of Cleveland. A lot of strange activity is happening there. Do you know anything about it?”

“Well-” Angel was cut off by Spike stepping onto his foot. "Agh! Hey!"

“Nope. None. Have fun then kids!”

Dean gave them a confused stare then shrugged it off as well as his jacket and shirt. He tossed both into the back as well as his ruined pants, shoes, and socks. He bent to grab a clean pair of jeans and when he turned he nearly jumped out of his skin when seeing a woman covered in leather with blue tinted skin standing before him. She was looking him up and down with approval in her eyes. Usually he loved that sort of attention but something was off about this chick.

“What the hell?”

“There you are, Leery. Where’s Gunn?” asked Spike.

“At base. Treating his wounds. He let a mere Faryl get the best of him. Who are these humans?” inquired the ex-God King.

“Hunters,” answered Angel.

“I like this one,” commented Illyria, rubbing her fingertips over his bare arm. That action alone made Dean put his pants on faster.

“I’m not even going to ask,” he muttered while finding a shirt.

Sam chuckled while putting on his own fresh clothes. Their motel was a ways away and he couldn’t wait to get in the shower.

“Well, sun will be up soon. See you kids later,” said Spike.

He turned his back to them and gave a large, backward salute to them while he walked away, his shoes squeaking.

“I must ask why you are covered in this...” Illyria stuck out her hand, trailed her fingers over Angel’s jacket, and then frowned when she couldn’t shake the demon blood off. “Matter...”

“Later,” said Angel and he let Illyria walk away toward Spike. He could hear her demanding answers from him and he chose to pay no attention to her. “Good luck. Be careful. If ever you need help...”

Angel handed them a business card, the edge where his fingers had gripped it left a slight gray stain, and Dean took it and read it over.

“Angel Investigations, we help the helpless. That’s a nice line,” said Dean while pocketing the paper.

“We thought so,” said Angel and he gave them a nod while turning around to disappear into the fog.


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Angel easily caught up to a bickering Illyria and Spike and walked right past them.

“Oi, wait up!” said Spike, jogging slightly to catch up.

“Why did you kick me, Spike?” Angel stopped, as did Spike, when he talked to him about the little interruption when speaking of Cleveland. “I should stake you on the spot.”

“What? Oh, about Cleveland? I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise of them running into the Slayers there.”

Spike chuckled while patting Angel on the back. He frowned when the goo managed to be on the exact spot he hit. Well, it was everywhere so he should have expected it. They started walking again, getting closer to base with each step, both a little uneasy since they could feel the sun getting closer and closer.

“Ever think that if they do run into the Slayer’s; that they will speak of the TWO ensouled vampires? Better hope they don’t run into Faith or...”

“Bollocks...” Spike paused in his walk in thought then shrugged his shoulders, trying not to be a bit nervous of the situation. “It’s a big city. Well, I want a shower before you, so, have fun while it crusts!”

Angel rolled his eyes at Spike’s antics and watched as the vampire sped off. Though, the thought of standing for a minute more with this stuff on him wasn’t so pleasing. He only paused for about two seconds before running after him.

“Spike!”

Illyria watched them take off. She shook her head at the two while slowly walking home. She was embarrassed to be in their presence and wondered if it would be too late to follow the Golden Boy and his giant friend. However, the thought of being with human muck made her sick. She was stuck with her pet and the Angel.

“Half-breeds.”


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