Could Have Had It All Bvts/Spn chapter 14
Title: Could Have Had It All Bvts/Spn chapter 14 of 15
Author: Noturbaby
Fandoms: Supernatural, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG-13 - R
Warnings: None
Pairings: Dean /Buffy, Sam/Dawn, Willow/Oz, Willow/Tara, Xander/Anya Most BtVS characters make an appearance.
Summary: Set in episode 2.1 of Supernatural, In My Time of Dying, but containing flashbacks to seasons 4 and 5 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Dean is in a coma and is unaware that Buffy was brought back from the dead.
Buffy and Dean met in High School and fell in love. College, a curse, Dawn,
and Buffy's death and John Winchester challenge their love. .
Master post
Singer Salvage Summer, 2004
Sam let the screen door slam behind him earning a disapproving look from Bobby Singer. "The door do something to upset you, Sam?"
Sam glared at Bobby but choose to ignore the jibe. "Doesn't it bother you?"
"What? That you take your attitude out on my house? Yeah, that bothers me."
"No, and sorry. Doesn't it bother you that all he does is drink and work on that car?" Sam said clearly exasperated by his brother.
Bobby set down his coffee and took a breath. "He's grieving, Sam. What would you have him do?"
"I don't know, anything. Talk to me for one." Sam yanked a chair out from the kitchen table and sat. "You know how he looked up to Dad and he hasn't said anything about the man dying. And you'd think he'd be ecstatic about Buffy's return, but he practically chased them out of here."
Bobby had been about to say everyone grieves in their own way, when he remembered something John had told him. "Remember when Buffy died? Dean wasn't much for talking then, was he?"
"No, but Buffy's alive. You'd think he'd want to deal with that."
"John once told me that when your mom died, Dean didn't talk for months. Not a peep." Sam looked at Bobby in surprise. "Dean would help your dad take care of you and John found him whispering to you once in a while, but," Bobby shrugged, "that's just Dean's way. He'll talk when he's ready."
Sam nodded slowly as he thought. "Maybe if we had a hunt to focus on."
Bobby raised his brows but relented. If the boy wanted a hunt... "I'll make some calls and look around. Maybe I can dig something up."
"Thanks, Bobby."
Cleveland 2004
Buffy stared out her kitchen window. It was a bright summer day. The kind with a soft breeze that barely rustled the leaves but made the heat less overbearing. It was the kind of day that made her want to go to the beach or at the very least, lay out in her back yard.
She had decided to make it a half day at work when her plan was interrupted by a rapping on her screen door.
"Dean," she gasped not even trying to hide her shock.
"Hey, Buffy," he said quietly, meeting her eyes for only a second before looking down again.
"Dean, what are you doing here?" she asked then realized that probably sounded rude. She opened her door. "I mean," she gasped again, "ohmigod, you fixed the car!" She turned him with a smile and found him smiling, too.
"Yeah, I have skills," he joked.
"She looks great, good as new."
"Thanks."
She took a moment to look at Dean. It was obvious he was there for something, not just to show off the Impala. "So, uh, do you want to come in? Or we could sit out here, it's nice here on the porch."
Dean looked to the house then to the swing on her porch. "Yeah, here's good." he sat on the swing and rested his arm along the back. Buffy took a breath for courage and sat next to him.
Wondering if he was feeling the same overwhelming nerves, all Buffy could think to say was, "It's good to see you."
"Thanks, you too." He gave her a quick smile then ducked his head again.
Buffy wanted to give him time to say whatever he had come there to say, but first, she needed him to accept her apology. "I'm sorry, Dean."
"I'm sorry, Buffy." They spoke in unison, then each gave a tiny laugh.
"I was a complete jerk to you," Dean began.
"No you weren't," Buffy argued, but Dean gave her a look and she shrugged. "I deserved it, though."
"No you didn't." It was Dean's turn to study her, and the intensity of his look made Buffy fidget nervously. "I want..."
Buffy silently urged him to continue, but when he didn't, she asked, "What Dean? What do you want?"
"Nothing." he pulled his arm off the back of the swing and looked at the keys in his hands. "I have to look after Sammy. The demon said he had plans for him and I have to keep him safe."
"I know," Buffy replied quietly. Cautiously, she put a hand on his, hoping he'd allow her to comfort him.
He looked at her hand on his. "I miss you," he said barely above a whisper.
Buffy thought her heart would swell out her her chest at those words. "I miss you, too."
Now, when he looked at her, Buffy thought she finally saw forgiveness. He looked like he was going to say something more, but suddenly he was kissing her.
That was it. Buffy's heart exploded. The sun felt warmer, the birds were singing, she even thought she heard a choir singing.
Slowly, Dean pulled out of the kiss and just smiled at her. "Do you hear music?" he asked with a laugh before kissing her again.
Buffy laughed, too, then she began to worry, he could hear the music? "No," she insisted returning the kiss.
Dean pulled her closer, his hands moving to cup her face."It sounds like that cheesy Foreigner song," he murmured against her lips.
Buffy ignored his comment and focused on the feel of his touch. Dean gently brushed her hair back. "It's eighty-two degrees on it's way to a sunny eighty-nine today in the greater Cleveland area."
Buffy jerked away, that wasn't Dean's voice. "No," she whined. "Aw, come on."
She slammed off her alarm, sighed, and brought her fingers to her lips, swearing she still felt Dean's kiss on her lips.
Singer Salvage Summer, 2004
The sun was high in the sky when Bobby carried a bottle of water out to Dean. "Hey, kiddo, take a break, have some agua before you fall over."
Dean slid out from under the Impala and rose up to take the bottle with a grateful nod. "Thanks, Bobby."
"Yeah, well, it's not just for your benefit that I'm out here. Sam is making me crazy with his worryin' over you."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Christ, Bobby, I'm fine. How many times do I have to tell him?"
"Until you convince somebody, 'cause neither of us are buying this strong silent act you've got going on."
Bobby saw the flare of anger behind Dean's eyes, but didn't let it stop him. "There's nothing I can do about what your dad did, but as far as that girl is concerned, you're a fool if you don't go after her and try to -"
"Bobby, drop it."
"No, I won't drop it. Not unless you tell me why you're being so damn pigheaded about seeing her."
"Bobby - ," Dean growled.
"She's alive, Dean. It's a frickin' miracle! You can get the love of your life back and instead you act like a jackass!"
"Bobby," Dean groaned as it dawned on him why they were bugging him so much about Buffy. He set his water down and fell into a battered lawn chair Bobby had in the yard. "We broke up, all right? Right before she died, she kicked me out. Said I was a bad influence on Dawn and that I was irresponsible. Only I didn't walk away like she wanted."
Bobby was silent for a moment as that soaked in. "Sorry, kid, that's tough."
"Yeah, well, it was a long time ago. Doesn't really matter anymore."
"Sure it does. A hurt's a hurt. Though she did come all the way out here to -"
"To return my ring," Dean finished quietly. Seeing Bobby's surprised expression, Dean sighed and went on, "Back then, I had been thinking of asking her to marry me, but she dumped me before I got the chance. I put the ring on her finger at her funeral. She only came here to return it. Like I didn't get the hint she didn't want me when she played dead for three years."
After a minute, Dean stood and smirked bitterly at Bobby. "So, are we good here Doctor Phil? Cuz I'm done being a whiny bitch and my baby's not going to fix herself." He stalked back to the Impala.
Bobby was floored; he could understand Dean's behavior, now, and was a bit surprised it wasn't worse.
Xander was grateful he was no longer driving into the sun. The cargo van wasn't the worst vehicle he ever drove, but it certainly didn't handle well. He felt every bump and dip in the road. And though he enjoyed traveling with Willow, he would be happy to see Cleveland again.
They had just crossed from Illinois into Indiana when traffic slowed to a crawl. "Wills, see if you can find out what's causing this slow down, will you?"
Willow sat up in her seat and lowered the map she was studying. "Sure." She tuned the radio looking for the traffic report but found nothing but static.
Xander craned his neck to see ahead, but a low hill made it impossible to see the cause of the delay. They crept forward at a snail's pace. "At this rate, I'll be forty when we get to Cleveland."
Willow squinted down the highway when the van finally came to a complete stop. "I think I see a highway patrol car on the shoulder ahead."
~14~14~
Dean was scrubbing his hands at Bobby's kitchen sink when he heard a crash from the other room. Hearing his brother's anguished cry had him racing though Bobby's house. "Sammy!"
Sam had crumpled to the floor. He was holding his head and wincing in pain.
"Sam." Dean was at his side immediately. He put his arm around him and tried to help him up. "Sammy, it's okay. I've got you."
"Dean," Sam croaked.
"What happened? What did you see?" Dean led Sam to sit on Bobby's couch.
"Willow and Xander. They're in trouble." Sam leaned forward with his head in his hands.
Dean rubbed Sam's back, concerned for his brother and their friends. "What happened? What do you see happening to them?"
Sam's face pinched in pain and concentration. "Demons. They're surrounded. Demons want something they have."
Dean grabbed Sam's phone off Bobby's table. He scrolled through the numbers and placed the call without caring what the person who answered would think.
After a few rings there was a mumbled, "Sam?"
"Willow! It's Dean. You and Xander are in danger, so listen to me." He turned to Sam. "What else do you see?"
"Dean?" Willow looked at her phone then at Xander. The connection was horrible, she could barely hear the hunter over the static.
Sam rubbed his temple. "There's a traffic jam on an Indiana highway. They're in a van. Then, the demons surround them demanding that they turn something over to them."
"Willow, can you hear me?"
"Not well, what's going on?"
"Sam had a, well, a vision that demons are after you and Xander. They're going to come after you when you're in a traffic jam in Indiana."
"Demons?" Willow gave Xander a wide eyed look of terror. "Dean, we're in the traffic jam right now." She put the phone on speaker so Xander could hear as well.
Sam yelped in pain. "Dean, tell her to give the demons what they want right away or Xander's going to get hurt."
"Willow, do whatever they say or they're going to hurt you guys and take what they want anyway."
"Dean?" Willow shouted back but couldn't hear the hunter anymore.
Dean looked at the phone. Connection ended. "Damn. I hope they heard me." He hit redial, but it didn't go through.
Sam slumped back in his seat. "I hope they do what you said and don't try to fight the demons." He gave Dean an agonized look. "My vision didn't end well."
~14~14~
Willow turned a worried face to Xander. "You heard him, right? Demons?"
"Yeah, I did. So, what's our plan?" Xander kept scanning the area around them. Just as he looked away from his door, it was ripped from the hinges.
"Howdy, mind stepping from the vehicle, sir?" a very large highway patrol officer stood next to the van holding Xander's door.
Xander and Willow exchanged glances before Willow's door was torn open as well. "We don't want any trouble," Xander said cautiously making his way from his seat with his hands raised.
"You should have thought of that before you took a prisoner," said the woman by Willow's door, her eyes turning a demon black. She yanked Willow from her seat and flung her onto the gravel at the side of the road.
The demon woman motioned to a third demon and it opened the rear door to the van. It grabbed the coffin holding Azazel and yowled in pain. The demon possessed patrol officer dragged Xander to the back of the van. He shoved Xander onto the hood of the car behind them and attempted to pull free the coffin. When he, too, howled, the female demon yanked Willow to her feet and forced her to the back of the van.
Rolling her eyes when she saw what made the other demons howl, this demon grabbed Willow. "Witch, open the coffin, or I make watcher boy's insides his outsides."
Again Willow and Xander exchanged small nods, but Willow relented and did what the demon asked. The woman tore off the sack on Azazel's head and removed the gag while the other demon untied him.
The moment he was free, Azazel sent Xander tumbling over the nearby cars. Then he turned on Willow. "Witch! You thought you could hold me? You don't know how far reaching my power is." He pinned Willow to the side of the van. "Not so brazen without your Slayer, are you sweetie?" The metal behind Willow began to crinkle. "Where is John Winchester?"
Willow wanted to smile; the demon didn't have John's soul. "I don't know," she managed to squeak out. "Last I saw him he was in the hospital."
"Liar!"
The metal creaked louder as Willow was pressed even harder into the van. "No, John Winchester was alive when I left the hospital."
Azazel looked at the woman who had rescued him. "You have the Colt?"
She nodded.
The demon let Willow fall to the ground. "Good enough. I'll get myself the other Winchester, it's just a matter of time."
Suddenly, the demons vanished and Willow found herself alone on the highway. "Xander?"
A few people left their cars to investigate the strange occurrence by Willow and Xander's van. Xander was being helped over by another driver. "Over here, Will. I'm fine."
Together they looked at the damage to the van. "Don't think the rental company's going to be too happy with us," Xander said with a small groan.
~14~14~
Willow picked through the front seat for her bag. Pulling out her phone, she turned to Xander, "You should call Dean and tell him we're okay. I'll call Buffy and tell her what happened." Xander looked through his contacts for Sam's number. "Don't tell him we had the demon. I don't want to get into a fight with them."
Xander looked amused for a minute. "Willow, this is not the first time I've had to make up a cover story."
"I know, but you haven't had to lie to Dean since high school."
Sam answered the phone on the first ring, practically shouting, "Hello!"
"Sam, it's Xander. We're okay. Thanks for the heads up. The demons showed up right after Dean called."
"But you guys are okay? You and Willow?" Sam couldn't keep the nerves from his voice.
"Yeah, we're fine, but the rental is trashed."
"Thank god that you guys are okay. What happened? Why was the demon after you?"
Up a head of where the van was parked, Xander and Willow saw traffic begin to move. Xander used it as the excuse he needed. "Hey, Sam, I've got to go, traffic's moving, but I'll call you later and tell you everything."
Dean was pacing nearby, waiting for Sam's update. "Well?" he asked the moment Sam disconnected.
"They were attacked, but Xander said they got away unhurt. Just some damage to their rental."
Dean shook his head. "Something's not right, Sam. Your visions are usually about the yellow eyed demon, right?"
"Yeah."
"Why is yellow eyes after them? After all this time, why would he risk going after the friends of a slayer?"
Sam hung his head, he knew where Dean was going with questions. "You think it's because of us, because we got in contact with them again."
Dean could see the regret surrounding his brother. "Sorry Sam, but I don't see any other reason for him to go after them."
Sam knew his brother was probably right, but he been hoping to be able to see Dawn before the end of summer. On the other hand, he'd never forgive himself if he was the reason yellow eyes attacked them. Pastor Jim and Caleb were killed because of them. He took a careful look at Dean. His brother wasn't saying this as a means to stay away from Buffy, Dean meant it. "Okay, I guess you're right. I don't want what happened to Pastor Jim to happen to Buffy and her friends."
Parkersburg, West Virginia Fall 2004
Killing ghouls is messy work in the best of conditions. In a graveyard in West Virginia, in late October wouldn't seem too bad if it weren't for the unseasonable cold and the week of constant rain.
The entire cemetery is slop. Graves are threatening to slide down the hillside, but the cold, the rain and the slop don't deter Buffy. She's out numbered, but she figured her long blade even things out nicely. That was until it got stuck in the top of a recently exposed skull, after slicing a ghoul's neck. Before she could dislodge it, a different ghoul had jumped on her. Buffy realized hand to hand combat was going to make for a much more difficult battle.
Finally kicking ghoulie number one off of her, Buffy rolled to regain her footing. The second ghoul removed the knife from the skull and swung at the slayer. As the rain began to fall harder, the fight was halted by a shotgun blast. Buffy hit the ground and watched as the ghoul grabbed at it's chest.
Buffy ducked behind a monument and tried to peer in the direction of the shot, but the rain made it nearly impossible to see. The ghoul, however, was not down for good. It rose and went after Buffy again. As soon as it did, the shotgun fired again, and the ghoul was missing it's head.
Buffy grinned. Good to know someone's on her side, sort of. There was at least one more ghoul to go and Buffy wasn't sure if the shooter knew they were on the same side. Unfortunately, the ghoul made it's presence known by throwing a knife at Buffy. The blade sliced through her jacket, slicing her arm.
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Stupid ghoul, you don't hand a weapon to a slayer." She pulled the knife out and charged the ghoul. As they rolled in the mud, Buffy heard footsteps rapidly approaching in the muck. She said a silent prayer and allowed the ghoul to roll on top of her. As she held fast to the ghoul, Buffy watched in glee as her 'rescuer' sliced the ghoul's head off with a machete.
Buffy pushed the corpse off of her before looking up to grasp the hand of the person who had just helped her. When she was yanked to her feet, she heard a voice she hadn't expected to hear again, "Buffy?"
Her eyes went wide and wild for a minute as she met his, then suddenly the earth gave way and they slid down the hillside with the muck and the mud and the rain.
~14~14~
As he slid down the steep hillside on his back, Dean wedged his shotgun between two trees and held on. "Buffy! Grab onto my leg!" he shouted as she was sliding dangerously closer to the rushing waters of a flood swollen river.
Buffy had been able to grab a sapling, but it wasn't going to be strong enough to hold her for long. Dean's boot wasn't far, but grabbing it would mean releasing the small tree and Buffy wasn't sure that was the best idea. "Buffy, come on! Grab on. I can pull us up."
Reluctantly, she let go of her tree and grabbed onto Dean's ankle. Dean tightened his grip on the barrel of his shot gun. "All right now, climb up. I've got ya."
Buffy's feet shuffled in the mud, unable to find purchase in the quickly eroding hillside. This development left her with no option, she had to grab Dean's leg and pull herself up. She was going to completely ignore the feeling of his muscles under his rain soaked jeans. Finally reaching his front pocket, she hauled herself up his legs until her face was embarrassingly close to his crotch.
"While you're down there," Dean quipped hoping he sounded lecherous enough that she would be so disgusted she'd keep moving.
Buffy almost gave in to the desire to huff in annoyance, but instead she thought if Dean could tease, so could she. After all, these where his first words to her in months. She dragged her body against his so that her chest now rested against his crotch. "Well, Dean, as tempting as that offer is, I wouldn't want this icy rain to have any effect on what I remember as being nothing short of spectacular."
Her fear of crumbling into giggles prevented her from meeting his eyes. If she had, she would have found him staring in shock. Instead, she gripped the front of his coat and hoisted herself higher, being sure to stay pressed against him.
Dean bit his lip to stop a groan from escaping. Buffy was definitely playing dirty and it was making him more than just a bit uncomfortable. Soon her head was level with his and exertion was making her breath heavily. Dean's breathing was also becoming labored from having to support both of them and he was wondering why he had thought this was a good idea.
Buffy held onto his arms, bringing her face next to his. "Well, thanks for saving me up there, and here," she said, her breath ghosting on his cheek. "Those ghouls were getting nasty."
"No problem. Let's survive the mudslide and you can thank me properly." He turned his head to look for another handhold, but ended up with her neck right in his face, tempting him with memories. He screwed his eyes shut, to block the temptation. "Can you reach that tree above us?"
The rain fell behind Buffy's collar causing her to shiver, but Dean was generating enough heat to nearly create steam. She took her eyes off him to find the closest branch. "Yeah, I think I can grab it." She stretched and reached up, her finger tips just brushed the tree. She looked back at Dean to find him looking like he could devour her. Her brain froze.
"Can you grab it or do you need a boost?" Dean licked rain off his lips as he asked, ignoring the desire to pull her back against him.
Too interested in the way Dean's tongue worked across his lips, Buffy forgot his question. "Uh, a boost?"
"Ready?" Dean asked. Without waiting for her answer, he took a hand off the shotgun and put it on her butt and pushed her the small amount to reach the tree.
She scrambled and lifted herself up using the tree to help her stand. Dean rolled over and followed. At the trees, Dean realized the ground could still give way and they could slide again. He looked for anything he could use to make the climb easier, and safer, when he saw that part of the hillside had been reinforced. "Come on," he shouted over the hard falling rain. "I think I see a safe way to the top."
He reached for Buffy's hand, but she tugged it back. "No, this way. My car is parked just down there," she shouted and pointed to a small parking lot on her right.
She started to make a move when she felt herself yanked backwards and landed on Dean's chest.
"Buffy, you can't go that way. The ground is washing away."
"But my car," she argued.
Dean didn't need to say another word. The hillside between them and Buffy's car became a giant mudslide, taking her car and the lot it was in, down the hill. Dean tugged her hand again. "Come on," he urged her to follow him to the next ledge.
They made their way to another group of trees, when Dean felt his phone ring. "Sammy, where are you?"
"Me? Where the hell are you? You disappeared down the side of that mountain. Are you okay?"
"For now. Can you get to the car?"
"No. The entire hillside has washed away. Where are you?"
Dean looked around. "Pretty close to the highway. I'm by the train tunnel."
Sam cautiously crept towards the edge of the embankment. "I can't get to you from here, man. Can you get back to the car?"
Dean took a careful step towards the tunnel. He could see over the highway. "Yeah, I'm pretty close. What about you?"
"Don't worry about me. I can get a ride to the hotel with Father Donaley. It's probably safer if I just meet you there."
An earsplitting noise interrupted their conversation. A light pole fell on the street down below and wires were snapping as they danced around. "Sam, be careful."
"Yeah, you too."
~14~14~
Buffy and Dean picked and clawed their way to the top of the hill. The rain was falling in sheets and the entire hillside was slick with mud. Buffy lost track of how many times she slipped and fell, but Dean patiently helped her to her feet each time.
By the time they reached the Impala, they were both covered in so much mud, the rain wasn't washing it off. Buffy took a moment to appreciate the Impala restored to her black shiny (even in the rain) glory. Dean opened her door, "Get in."
"I'm covered in mud."
Dean gave her a quizzical look. "You'd rather stay in the rain?" Buffy didn't answer. "Get in the damn car, Buffy."
Once Dean was seated, he cranked the heat. "So, where should I -" but he stopped as he saw the rip in her coat. "You're hurt. What happened?"
"Nothing, it'll be fine."
"Take off your coat. I've got a first aid kit in the trunk. I'll be right back."
Buffy rolled her eyes, but her coat was off when Dean returned with the kit. "See, i-it's n-nothing," she said over her chattering teeth.
Dean knew she'd heal quickly, but he silently dried her arm, applied some ointment and a bandage. "We're all out of Wonder Woman band-aids, so you'll have to live with plain for now." He returned her jacket to her and packed up the kit.
Buffy mumbled her thanks and pulled her jacket on. She found herself feeling small and vulnerable and wanting to escape.
Dean seemed to ignore her again as he started the car and began to drive. The next thing she knew, he had pulled into a motel parking lot. The rain was still torrential, when he climbed out of the car and made his way to the small overhang by the motel door.
"This is where you're staying?" Buffy asked, joining him under the tiny bit of shelter.
"Yeah." Dean stared at her. Why had he brought her back here? "Sam's getting a ride here. I'm sure our friend wouldn't mind giving you a ride to your car."
Buffy wrapped her arms around herself to fend off some of the cold. "My car's in the Ohio River by now."
"Right." Dean caught a glimpse of the motel vacancy sign. "You could probably get a room here for the night."
Buffy looked toward the office. "Yeah." She bit her lip and frowned. "They'd let me make a call anyway, right?" Her voice quivered from the cold.
"Huh?"
"My purse, all my stuff, was in my car. The one in the river."
Dean looked at her; she looked miserable. She was soaked, covered in mud, and shivering. The people would probably give her the room for free. "You might want to clean up first. You got a little mud on you, right there." He smeared some mud from her jacket on her cheek.
Buffy gasped but felt a small smile forming. "Don't worry," she assured him. "Mud is good for the skin. Especially this graveyard mud."
Without missing a beat, Dean nodded. "Of course it is, it's consecrated." Dean's grin came easily. "The other cheek could use some." He scooped a blob of mud off his coat and wiped it on her face. "There, now you're good."
"Thanks," Buffy said beginning to smile more. "I'd hate to see you go without when I have plenty to share." She brought her hands up to his face, but Dean roughly caught her wrists. For a moment Buffy could only stare at him. In the next instant, his lips were on hers.
~14~14~
Too wrapped up in each other to pay attention to the outside world, neither could say how they got into the motel room. They were frantically kissing and touching as if the other would disappear if they stopped. Buffy shoved Dean's coat from his shoulders. Dean let it fall and helped her shrug out of hers. Soon, layers of clothes were being torn from their bodies, and were being replaced with eager touches and demanding kisses.
The small chair was overturned when Dean's boots didn't easily come off and the dresser was shoved away from the wall when Dean placed Buffy on top of it to peel off her soaked jeans.
They collapsed on the the nearest bed, Buffy pulling Dean on top of her.
Buffy ignored how Dean's stubble scratched her. She didn't care that he didn't seem as gentle as he used to be. He was warm and real and finally, after years of feeling empty, her missing piece fell back into place.
Buffy couldn't get enough. She urged him to go harder and faster. Her nails scraped his back and shoulders. Just as her world was spinning blissfully out of control, Dean seemed to sense it and tempered their punishing pace.
Buffy allowed it for a minute, then she rolled them over, switching positions so she was on top. As she rode him, Dean gripped her hips tightly enough to leave bruises. Just as she was ready to topple over the edge, Dean whispered, "Buffy." It was the first word spoken since they entered the room. When Buffy opened her eyes to see his worshipful gaze, the physical sensation was nothing compared to the grip on her heart.
She melted onto his chest, letting his strong arms envelop her. Too many emotions were swirling within her. She wanted to cry she was so happy, yet as she lay there, listening to his heart pounding like hers, she wanted to cry for having lost so much time.
Dean silently berated himself for allowing her to have an effect on him. He needed to push her away before she tore his heart out. If he could treat her like any other one night stand, maybe he could convince himself he didn't care as much. So, he hid his feelings the only way he knew how. "Damn, woman, I always knew you were a dirty girl, but you actually brought mud."
He felt Buffy begin to giggle against him. She kissed "her spot" on his chest and propped herself up to look at him. "I'm not dreaming this, right?"
Dean quirked a brow. "Having dirty dreams about me? Nice." He wore his most lecherous smirk.
Buffy hung her head and giggled more. She had forgotten how happy he would make her, how he had been able to lift her worries from her mind. Looking back at him, she sighed happily, "God, I missed you." She bit her lip, she had barely stopped herself from saying, 'love' instead of 'missed'.
Those words were a twisting knife to his gut. Sure you did, just not enough to call for three years. But Dean pushed those feelings deeper and plastered on a fake smile. "No, you got mud on me too."
Buffy's smile grew impossibly wider. Running her hand over his hair, she whispered, "I guess I'm not the only one needing a good scrubbing."
Dean smirked, "You offering to help with the hard to reach spots?"
~14~14~
Sam was relieved to find the Impala parked in front of their room. Dean had made it back, that's all that mattered. Upon entering the room, Sam's joy was short lived. He had kept the light off in case Dean was resting, but once he heard the shower, he hit the switch. To his dismay, his bed was dirty and torn apart, and muddy clothes were scattered everywhere. Upon closer inspection, and finding the pink lace bra, Sam realized they weren't just Dean's clothes. Sam stared toward the bathroom for a beat. "You've got to be kidding me," he muttered to himself then fired off a quick text message, grabbed his gear and left.
~14~14~
Dean told himself to stop thinking the second he allowed her to lead him into the shower. He was just going to focus on enjoying the physical aspect of being with a girl and not on who the girl was. The thing was, she was the only girl that got the kiss right. Right from the first one, Dean hadn't wanted her to change anything about it. Her mouth opened perfectly at just the right time. She never was too forceful or too sloppy or anything but perfect. He would be happy just kissing her for hours.
He hated how her body fit just right against his, like hers was a missing puzzle piece to his; that their arms seemed to know just where to go to hold each other right. He hated how she would kiss his neck and it would send electricity through his whole body.
No matter how many times he told himself she was just a random girl or just a truck stop waitress so he wouldn't think about being with Buffy, he would always come back to how good it felt to have her back in his arms.
Most of all, he hated realizing he wasn't over her. Not even a little.
Since Dean had decided to focus on the physical side to their being together, Buffy was left a quivering mess. Somehow Dean had remembered every move that made her come undone. Buffy felt completely at his mercy, yet completely safe. Dean would always take care of her. It was as if he put her back together each time he made her fall apart.
~14~14~
Upon leaving the shower, Dean wrapped a towel around his waist, handed another to Buffy, but made her wait in the bathroom. "Just in case Sammy is out there."
Dean's phone flashed, telling him he had a text. Only you could pick up a girl in a mudslide and a thunderstorm. Got myself another room. Don't make me an uncle!
Dean laughed, tossed his phone on the dresser and shouted over his shoulder, "Coast is clear." Turning to see a towel clad Buffy, he grinned, "Babe, you are way over dressed." He tugged her towel off and chased her into his clean bed.
In the morning, Dean hoped to escape before Buffy was awake. He wanted to treat her like any other one night stand which meant leave and don't look back. He knew he could use Sam as an excuse and get out in order to meet up with his brother. And though a small part of him was trying to get him to do that, most of him wanted to take care of Buffy. She was going to need a ride and some money and a phone and food and the list he made went on and on.
~14~14~
After the best rest she'd had in months, Buffy woke to the smell of coffee. She stretched and found her body ached in the most wonderful way. She smiled and reached for Dean, but the bed was empty. She opened her eyes to find herself completely alone.
This wasn't the first time she went to bed with Dean and woke up alone. She pulled the sheet around her as she got up hoping to find her dignity with last night's discarded clothes. Looking through the peephole, she saw the Impala was gone.
Buffy told herself not to get emotional. A million things could have made Dean leave that morning. There was one time he had only left to return with breakfast. Buffy stared at the motel room door, silently begging, "Please, Dean, don't do this. Come back."
chapter 15
One more chapter and I'm hoping to post it before the New Year.
Merry Christmas to those that celebrate it. Happy Holidays to everyone else. Thanks for reading!
Author: Noturbaby
Fandoms: Supernatural, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG-13 - R
Warnings: None
Pairings: Dean /Buffy, Sam/Dawn, Willow/Oz, Willow/Tara, Xander/Anya Most BtVS characters make an appearance.
Summary: Set in episode 2.1 of Supernatural, In My Time of Dying, but containing flashbacks to seasons 4 and 5 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Dean is in a coma and is unaware that Buffy was brought back from the dead.
Buffy and Dean met in High School and fell in love. College, a curse, Dawn,
and Buffy's death and John Winchester challenge their love. .
Master post
Singer Salvage Summer, 2004
Sam let the screen door slam behind him earning a disapproving look from Bobby Singer. "The door do something to upset you, Sam?"
Sam glared at Bobby but choose to ignore the jibe. "Doesn't it bother you?"
"What? That you take your attitude out on my house? Yeah, that bothers me."
"No, and sorry. Doesn't it bother you that all he does is drink and work on that car?" Sam said clearly exasperated by his brother.
Bobby set down his coffee and took a breath. "He's grieving, Sam. What would you have him do?"
"I don't know, anything. Talk to me for one." Sam yanked a chair out from the kitchen table and sat. "You know how he looked up to Dad and he hasn't said anything about the man dying. And you'd think he'd be ecstatic about Buffy's return, but he practically chased them out of here."
Bobby had been about to say everyone grieves in their own way, when he remembered something John had told him. "Remember when Buffy died? Dean wasn't much for talking then, was he?"
"No, but Buffy's alive. You'd think he'd want to deal with that."
"John once told me that when your mom died, Dean didn't talk for months. Not a peep." Sam looked at Bobby in surprise. "Dean would help your dad take care of you and John found him whispering to you once in a while, but," Bobby shrugged, "that's just Dean's way. He'll talk when he's ready."
Sam nodded slowly as he thought. "Maybe if we had a hunt to focus on."
Bobby raised his brows but relented. If the boy wanted a hunt... "I'll make some calls and look around. Maybe I can dig something up."
"Thanks, Bobby."
Cleveland 2004
Buffy stared out her kitchen window. It was a bright summer day. The kind with a soft breeze that barely rustled the leaves but made the heat less overbearing. It was the kind of day that made her want to go to the beach or at the very least, lay out in her back yard.
She had decided to make it a half day at work when her plan was interrupted by a rapping on her screen door.
"Dean," she gasped not even trying to hide her shock.
"Hey, Buffy," he said quietly, meeting her eyes for only a second before looking down again.
"Dean, what are you doing here?" she asked then realized that probably sounded rude. She opened her door. "I mean," she gasped again, "ohmigod, you fixed the car!" She turned him with a smile and found him smiling, too.
"Yeah, I have skills," he joked.
"She looks great, good as new."
"Thanks."
She took a moment to look at Dean. It was obvious he was there for something, not just to show off the Impala. "So, uh, do you want to come in? Or we could sit out here, it's nice here on the porch."
Dean looked to the house then to the swing on her porch. "Yeah, here's good." he sat on the swing and rested his arm along the back. Buffy took a breath for courage and sat next to him.
Wondering if he was feeling the same overwhelming nerves, all Buffy could think to say was, "It's good to see you."
"Thanks, you too." He gave her a quick smile then ducked his head again.
Buffy wanted to give him time to say whatever he had come there to say, but first, she needed him to accept her apology. "I'm sorry, Dean."
"I'm sorry, Buffy." They spoke in unison, then each gave a tiny laugh.
"I was a complete jerk to you," Dean began.
"No you weren't," Buffy argued, but Dean gave her a look and she shrugged. "I deserved it, though."
"No you didn't." It was Dean's turn to study her, and the intensity of his look made Buffy fidget nervously. "I want..."
Buffy silently urged him to continue, but when he didn't, she asked, "What Dean? What do you want?"
"Nothing." he pulled his arm off the back of the swing and looked at the keys in his hands. "I have to look after Sammy. The demon said he had plans for him and I have to keep him safe."
"I know," Buffy replied quietly. Cautiously, she put a hand on his, hoping he'd allow her to comfort him.
He looked at her hand on his. "I miss you," he said barely above a whisper.
Buffy thought her heart would swell out her her chest at those words. "I miss you, too."
Now, when he looked at her, Buffy thought she finally saw forgiveness. He looked like he was going to say something more, but suddenly he was kissing her.
That was it. Buffy's heart exploded. The sun felt warmer, the birds were singing, she even thought she heard a choir singing.
Slowly, Dean pulled out of the kiss and just smiled at her. "Do you hear music?" he asked with a laugh before kissing her again.
Buffy laughed, too, then she began to worry, he could hear the music? "No," she insisted returning the kiss.
Dean pulled her closer, his hands moving to cup her face."It sounds like that cheesy Foreigner song," he murmured against her lips.
Buffy ignored his comment and focused on the feel of his touch. Dean gently brushed her hair back. "It's eighty-two degrees on it's way to a sunny eighty-nine today in the greater Cleveland area."
Buffy jerked away, that wasn't Dean's voice. "No," she whined. "Aw, come on."
She slammed off her alarm, sighed, and brought her fingers to her lips, swearing she still felt Dean's kiss on her lips.
Singer Salvage Summer, 2004
The sun was high in the sky when Bobby carried a bottle of water out to Dean. "Hey, kiddo, take a break, have some agua before you fall over."
Dean slid out from under the Impala and rose up to take the bottle with a grateful nod. "Thanks, Bobby."
"Yeah, well, it's not just for your benefit that I'm out here. Sam is making me crazy with his worryin' over you."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Christ, Bobby, I'm fine. How many times do I have to tell him?"
"Until you convince somebody, 'cause neither of us are buying this strong silent act you've got going on."
Bobby saw the flare of anger behind Dean's eyes, but didn't let it stop him. "There's nothing I can do about what your dad did, but as far as that girl is concerned, you're a fool if you don't go after her and try to -"
"Bobby, drop it."
"No, I won't drop it. Not unless you tell me why you're being so damn pigheaded about seeing her."
"Bobby - ," Dean growled.
"She's alive, Dean. It's a frickin' miracle! You can get the love of your life back and instead you act like a jackass!"
"Bobby," Dean groaned as it dawned on him why they were bugging him so much about Buffy. He set his water down and fell into a battered lawn chair Bobby had in the yard. "We broke up, all right? Right before she died, she kicked me out. Said I was a bad influence on Dawn and that I was irresponsible. Only I didn't walk away like she wanted."
Bobby was silent for a moment as that soaked in. "Sorry, kid, that's tough."
"Yeah, well, it was a long time ago. Doesn't really matter anymore."
"Sure it does. A hurt's a hurt. Though she did come all the way out here to -"
"To return my ring," Dean finished quietly. Seeing Bobby's surprised expression, Dean sighed and went on, "Back then, I had been thinking of asking her to marry me, but she dumped me before I got the chance. I put the ring on her finger at her funeral. She only came here to return it. Like I didn't get the hint she didn't want me when she played dead for three years."
After a minute, Dean stood and smirked bitterly at Bobby. "So, are we good here Doctor Phil? Cuz I'm done being a whiny bitch and my baby's not going to fix herself." He stalked back to the Impala.
Bobby was floored; he could understand Dean's behavior, now, and was a bit surprised it wasn't worse.
Xander was grateful he was no longer driving into the sun. The cargo van wasn't the worst vehicle he ever drove, but it certainly didn't handle well. He felt every bump and dip in the road. And though he enjoyed traveling with Willow, he would be happy to see Cleveland again.
They had just crossed from Illinois into Indiana when traffic slowed to a crawl. "Wills, see if you can find out what's causing this slow down, will you?"
Willow sat up in her seat and lowered the map she was studying. "Sure." She tuned the radio looking for the traffic report but found nothing but static.
Xander craned his neck to see ahead, but a low hill made it impossible to see the cause of the delay. They crept forward at a snail's pace. "At this rate, I'll be forty when we get to Cleveland."
Willow squinted down the highway when the van finally came to a complete stop. "I think I see a highway patrol car on the shoulder ahead."
~14~14~
Dean was scrubbing his hands at Bobby's kitchen sink when he heard a crash from the other room. Hearing his brother's anguished cry had him racing though Bobby's house. "Sammy!"
Sam had crumpled to the floor. He was holding his head and wincing in pain.
"Sam." Dean was at his side immediately. He put his arm around him and tried to help him up. "Sammy, it's okay. I've got you."
"Dean," Sam croaked.
"What happened? What did you see?" Dean led Sam to sit on Bobby's couch.
"Willow and Xander. They're in trouble." Sam leaned forward with his head in his hands.
Dean rubbed Sam's back, concerned for his brother and their friends. "What happened? What do you see happening to them?"
Sam's face pinched in pain and concentration. "Demons. They're surrounded. Demons want something they have."
Dean grabbed Sam's phone off Bobby's table. He scrolled through the numbers and placed the call without caring what the person who answered would think.
After a few rings there was a mumbled, "Sam?"
"Willow! It's Dean. You and Xander are in danger, so listen to me." He turned to Sam. "What else do you see?"
"Dean?" Willow looked at her phone then at Xander. The connection was horrible, she could barely hear the hunter over the static.
Sam rubbed his temple. "There's a traffic jam on an Indiana highway. They're in a van. Then, the demons surround them demanding that they turn something over to them."
"Willow, can you hear me?"
"Not well, what's going on?"
"Sam had a, well, a vision that demons are after you and Xander. They're going to come after you when you're in a traffic jam in Indiana."
"Demons?" Willow gave Xander a wide eyed look of terror. "Dean, we're in the traffic jam right now." She put the phone on speaker so Xander could hear as well.
Sam yelped in pain. "Dean, tell her to give the demons what they want right away or Xander's going to get hurt."
"Willow, do whatever they say or they're going to hurt you guys and take what they want anyway."
"Dean?" Willow shouted back but couldn't hear the hunter anymore.
Dean looked at the phone. Connection ended. "Damn. I hope they heard me." He hit redial, but it didn't go through.
Sam slumped back in his seat. "I hope they do what you said and don't try to fight the demons." He gave Dean an agonized look. "My vision didn't end well."
~14~14~
Willow turned a worried face to Xander. "You heard him, right? Demons?"
"Yeah, I did. So, what's our plan?" Xander kept scanning the area around them. Just as he looked away from his door, it was ripped from the hinges.
"Howdy, mind stepping from the vehicle, sir?" a very large highway patrol officer stood next to the van holding Xander's door.
Xander and Willow exchanged glances before Willow's door was torn open as well. "We don't want any trouble," Xander said cautiously making his way from his seat with his hands raised.
"You should have thought of that before you took a prisoner," said the woman by Willow's door, her eyes turning a demon black. She yanked Willow from her seat and flung her onto the gravel at the side of the road.
The demon woman motioned to a third demon and it opened the rear door to the van. It grabbed the coffin holding Azazel and yowled in pain. The demon possessed patrol officer dragged Xander to the back of the van. He shoved Xander onto the hood of the car behind them and attempted to pull free the coffin. When he, too, howled, the female demon yanked Willow to her feet and forced her to the back of the van.
Rolling her eyes when she saw what made the other demons howl, this demon grabbed Willow. "Witch, open the coffin, or I make watcher boy's insides his outsides."
Again Willow and Xander exchanged small nods, but Willow relented and did what the demon asked. The woman tore off the sack on Azazel's head and removed the gag while the other demon untied him.
The moment he was free, Azazel sent Xander tumbling over the nearby cars. Then he turned on Willow. "Witch! You thought you could hold me? You don't know how far reaching my power is." He pinned Willow to the side of the van. "Not so brazen without your Slayer, are you sweetie?" The metal behind Willow began to crinkle. "Where is John Winchester?"
Willow wanted to smile; the demon didn't have John's soul. "I don't know," she managed to squeak out. "Last I saw him he was in the hospital."
"Liar!"
The metal creaked louder as Willow was pressed even harder into the van. "No, John Winchester was alive when I left the hospital."
Azazel looked at the woman who had rescued him. "You have the Colt?"
She nodded.
The demon let Willow fall to the ground. "Good enough. I'll get myself the other Winchester, it's just a matter of time."
Suddenly, the demons vanished and Willow found herself alone on the highway. "Xander?"
A few people left their cars to investigate the strange occurrence by Willow and Xander's van. Xander was being helped over by another driver. "Over here, Will. I'm fine."
Together they looked at the damage to the van. "Don't think the rental company's going to be too happy with us," Xander said with a small groan.
~14~14~
Willow picked through the front seat for her bag. Pulling out her phone, she turned to Xander, "You should call Dean and tell him we're okay. I'll call Buffy and tell her what happened." Xander looked through his contacts for Sam's number. "Don't tell him we had the demon. I don't want to get into a fight with them."
Xander looked amused for a minute. "Willow, this is not the first time I've had to make up a cover story."
"I know, but you haven't had to lie to Dean since high school."
Sam answered the phone on the first ring, practically shouting, "Hello!"
"Sam, it's Xander. We're okay. Thanks for the heads up. The demons showed up right after Dean called."
"But you guys are okay? You and Willow?" Sam couldn't keep the nerves from his voice.
"Yeah, we're fine, but the rental is trashed."
"Thank god that you guys are okay. What happened? Why was the demon after you?"
Up a head of where the van was parked, Xander and Willow saw traffic begin to move. Xander used it as the excuse he needed. "Hey, Sam, I've got to go, traffic's moving, but I'll call you later and tell you everything."
Dean was pacing nearby, waiting for Sam's update. "Well?" he asked the moment Sam disconnected.
"They were attacked, but Xander said they got away unhurt. Just some damage to their rental."
Dean shook his head. "Something's not right, Sam. Your visions are usually about the yellow eyed demon, right?"
"Yeah."
"Why is yellow eyes after them? After all this time, why would he risk going after the friends of a slayer?"
Sam hung his head, he knew where Dean was going with questions. "You think it's because of us, because we got in contact with them again."
Dean could see the regret surrounding his brother. "Sorry Sam, but I don't see any other reason for him to go after them."
Sam knew his brother was probably right, but he been hoping to be able to see Dawn before the end of summer. On the other hand, he'd never forgive himself if he was the reason yellow eyes attacked them. Pastor Jim and Caleb were killed because of them. He took a careful look at Dean. His brother wasn't saying this as a means to stay away from Buffy, Dean meant it. "Okay, I guess you're right. I don't want what happened to Pastor Jim to happen to Buffy and her friends."
Parkersburg, West Virginia Fall 2004
Killing ghouls is messy work in the best of conditions. In a graveyard in West Virginia, in late October wouldn't seem too bad if it weren't for the unseasonable cold and the week of constant rain.
The entire cemetery is slop. Graves are threatening to slide down the hillside, but the cold, the rain and the slop don't deter Buffy. She's out numbered, but she figured her long blade even things out nicely. That was until it got stuck in the top of a recently exposed skull, after slicing a ghoul's neck. Before she could dislodge it, a different ghoul had jumped on her. Buffy realized hand to hand combat was going to make for a much more difficult battle.
Finally kicking ghoulie number one off of her, Buffy rolled to regain her footing. The second ghoul removed the knife from the skull and swung at the slayer. As the rain began to fall harder, the fight was halted by a shotgun blast. Buffy hit the ground and watched as the ghoul grabbed at it's chest.
Buffy ducked behind a monument and tried to peer in the direction of the shot, but the rain made it nearly impossible to see. The ghoul, however, was not down for good. It rose and went after Buffy again. As soon as it did, the shotgun fired again, and the ghoul was missing it's head.
Buffy grinned. Good to know someone's on her side, sort of. There was at least one more ghoul to go and Buffy wasn't sure if the shooter knew they were on the same side. Unfortunately, the ghoul made it's presence known by throwing a knife at Buffy. The blade sliced through her jacket, slicing her arm.
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Stupid ghoul, you don't hand a weapon to a slayer." She pulled the knife out and charged the ghoul. As they rolled in the mud, Buffy heard footsteps rapidly approaching in the muck. She said a silent prayer and allowed the ghoul to roll on top of her. As she held fast to the ghoul, Buffy watched in glee as her 'rescuer' sliced the ghoul's head off with a machete.
Buffy pushed the corpse off of her before looking up to grasp the hand of the person who had just helped her. When she was yanked to her feet, she heard a voice she hadn't expected to hear again, "Buffy?"
Her eyes went wide and wild for a minute as she met his, then suddenly the earth gave way and they slid down the hillside with the muck and the mud and the rain.
~14~14~
As he slid down the steep hillside on his back, Dean wedged his shotgun between two trees and held on. "Buffy! Grab onto my leg!" he shouted as she was sliding dangerously closer to the rushing waters of a flood swollen river.
Buffy had been able to grab a sapling, but it wasn't going to be strong enough to hold her for long. Dean's boot wasn't far, but grabbing it would mean releasing the small tree and Buffy wasn't sure that was the best idea. "Buffy, come on! Grab on. I can pull us up."
Reluctantly, she let go of her tree and grabbed onto Dean's ankle. Dean tightened his grip on the barrel of his shot gun. "All right now, climb up. I've got ya."
Buffy's feet shuffled in the mud, unable to find purchase in the quickly eroding hillside. This development left her with no option, she had to grab Dean's leg and pull herself up. She was going to completely ignore the feeling of his muscles under his rain soaked jeans. Finally reaching his front pocket, she hauled herself up his legs until her face was embarrassingly close to his crotch.
"While you're down there," Dean quipped hoping he sounded lecherous enough that she would be so disgusted she'd keep moving.
Buffy almost gave in to the desire to huff in annoyance, but instead she thought if Dean could tease, so could she. After all, these where his first words to her in months. She dragged her body against his so that her chest now rested against his crotch. "Well, Dean, as tempting as that offer is, I wouldn't want this icy rain to have any effect on what I remember as being nothing short of spectacular."
Her fear of crumbling into giggles prevented her from meeting his eyes. If she had, she would have found him staring in shock. Instead, she gripped the front of his coat and hoisted herself higher, being sure to stay pressed against him.
Dean bit his lip to stop a groan from escaping. Buffy was definitely playing dirty and it was making him more than just a bit uncomfortable. Soon her head was level with his and exertion was making her breath heavily. Dean's breathing was also becoming labored from having to support both of them and he was wondering why he had thought this was a good idea.
Buffy held onto his arms, bringing her face next to his. "Well, thanks for saving me up there, and here," she said, her breath ghosting on his cheek. "Those ghouls were getting nasty."
"No problem. Let's survive the mudslide and you can thank me properly." He turned his head to look for another handhold, but ended up with her neck right in his face, tempting him with memories. He screwed his eyes shut, to block the temptation. "Can you reach that tree above us?"
The rain fell behind Buffy's collar causing her to shiver, but Dean was generating enough heat to nearly create steam. She took her eyes off him to find the closest branch. "Yeah, I think I can grab it." She stretched and reached up, her finger tips just brushed the tree. She looked back at Dean to find him looking like he could devour her. Her brain froze.
"Can you grab it or do you need a boost?" Dean licked rain off his lips as he asked, ignoring the desire to pull her back against him.
Too interested in the way Dean's tongue worked across his lips, Buffy forgot his question. "Uh, a boost?"
"Ready?" Dean asked. Without waiting for her answer, he took a hand off the shotgun and put it on her butt and pushed her the small amount to reach the tree.
She scrambled and lifted herself up using the tree to help her stand. Dean rolled over and followed. At the trees, Dean realized the ground could still give way and they could slide again. He looked for anything he could use to make the climb easier, and safer, when he saw that part of the hillside had been reinforced. "Come on," he shouted over the hard falling rain. "I think I see a safe way to the top."
He reached for Buffy's hand, but she tugged it back. "No, this way. My car is parked just down there," she shouted and pointed to a small parking lot on her right.
She started to make a move when she felt herself yanked backwards and landed on Dean's chest.
"Buffy, you can't go that way. The ground is washing away."
"But my car," she argued.
Dean didn't need to say another word. The hillside between them and Buffy's car became a giant mudslide, taking her car and the lot it was in, down the hill. Dean tugged her hand again. "Come on," he urged her to follow him to the next ledge.
They made their way to another group of trees, when Dean felt his phone ring. "Sammy, where are you?"
"Me? Where the hell are you? You disappeared down the side of that mountain. Are you okay?"
"For now. Can you get to the car?"
"No. The entire hillside has washed away. Where are you?"
Dean looked around. "Pretty close to the highway. I'm by the train tunnel."
Sam cautiously crept towards the edge of the embankment. "I can't get to you from here, man. Can you get back to the car?"
Dean took a careful step towards the tunnel. He could see over the highway. "Yeah, I'm pretty close. What about you?"
"Don't worry about me. I can get a ride to the hotel with Father Donaley. It's probably safer if I just meet you there."
An earsplitting noise interrupted their conversation. A light pole fell on the street down below and wires were snapping as they danced around. "Sam, be careful."
"Yeah, you too."
~14~14~
Buffy and Dean picked and clawed their way to the top of the hill. The rain was falling in sheets and the entire hillside was slick with mud. Buffy lost track of how many times she slipped and fell, but Dean patiently helped her to her feet each time.
By the time they reached the Impala, they were both covered in so much mud, the rain wasn't washing it off. Buffy took a moment to appreciate the Impala restored to her black shiny (even in the rain) glory. Dean opened her door, "Get in."
"I'm covered in mud."
Dean gave her a quizzical look. "You'd rather stay in the rain?" Buffy didn't answer. "Get in the damn car, Buffy."
Once Dean was seated, he cranked the heat. "So, where should I -" but he stopped as he saw the rip in her coat. "You're hurt. What happened?"
"Nothing, it'll be fine."
"Take off your coat. I've got a first aid kit in the trunk. I'll be right back."
Buffy rolled her eyes, but her coat was off when Dean returned with the kit. "See, i-it's n-nothing," she said over her chattering teeth.
Dean knew she'd heal quickly, but he silently dried her arm, applied some ointment and a bandage. "We're all out of Wonder Woman band-aids, so you'll have to live with plain for now." He returned her jacket to her and packed up the kit.
Buffy mumbled her thanks and pulled her jacket on. She found herself feeling small and vulnerable and wanting to escape.
Dean seemed to ignore her again as he started the car and began to drive. The next thing she knew, he had pulled into a motel parking lot. The rain was still torrential, when he climbed out of the car and made his way to the small overhang by the motel door.
"This is where you're staying?" Buffy asked, joining him under the tiny bit of shelter.
"Yeah." Dean stared at her. Why had he brought her back here? "Sam's getting a ride here. I'm sure our friend wouldn't mind giving you a ride to your car."
Buffy wrapped her arms around herself to fend off some of the cold. "My car's in the Ohio River by now."
"Right." Dean caught a glimpse of the motel vacancy sign. "You could probably get a room here for the night."
Buffy looked toward the office. "Yeah." She bit her lip and frowned. "They'd let me make a call anyway, right?" Her voice quivered from the cold.
"Huh?"
"My purse, all my stuff, was in my car. The one in the river."
Dean looked at her; she looked miserable. She was soaked, covered in mud, and shivering. The people would probably give her the room for free. "You might want to clean up first. You got a little mud on you, right there." He smeared some mud from her jacket on her cheek.
Buffy gasped but felt a small smile forming. "Don't worry," she assured him. "Mud is good for the skin. Especially this graveyard mud."
Without missing a beat, Dean nodded. "Of course it is, it's consecrated." Dean's grin came easily. "The other cheek could use some." He scooped a blob of mud off his coat and wiped it on her face. "There, now you're good."
"Thanks," Buffy said beginning to smile more. "I'd hate to see you go without when I have plenty to share." She brought her hands up to his face, but Dean roughly caught her wrists. For a moment Buffy could only stare at him. In the next instant, his lips were on hers.
~14~14~
Too wrapped up in each other to pay attention to the outside world, neither could say how they got into the motel room. They were frantically kissing and touching as if the other would disappear if they stopped. Buffy shoved Dean's coat from his shoulders. Dean let it fall and helped her shrug out of hers. Soon, layers of clothes were being torn from their bodies, and were being replaced with eager touches and demanding kisses.
The small chair was overturned when Dean's boots didn't easily come off and the dresser was shoved away from the wall when Dean placed Buffy on top of it to peel off her soaked jeans.
They collapsed on the the nearest bed, Buffy pulling Dean on top of her.
Buffy ignored how Dean's stubble scratched her. She didn't care that he didn't seem as gentle as he used to be. He was warm and real and finally, after years of feeling empty, her missing piece fell back into place.
Buffy couldn't get enough. She urged him to go harder and faster. Her nails scraped his back and shoulders. Just as her world was spinning blissfully out of control, Dean seemed to sense it and tempered their punishing pace.
Buffy allowed it for a minute, then she rolled them over, switching positions so she was on top. As she rode him, Dean gripped her hips tightly enough to leave bruises. Just as she was ready to topple over the edge, Dean whispered, "Buffy." It was the first word spoken since they entered the room. When Buffy opened her eyes to see his worshipful gaze, the physical sensation was nothing compared to the grip on her heart.
She melted onto his chest, letting his strong arms envelop her. Too many emotions were swirling within her. She wanted to cry she was so happy, yet as she lay there, listening to his heart pounding like hers, she wanted to cry for having lost so much time.
Dean silently berated himself for allowing her to have an effect on him. He needed to push her away before she tore his heart out. If he could treat her like any other one night stand, maybe he could convince himself he didn't care as much. So, he hid his feelings the only way he knew how. "Damn, woman, I always knew you were a dirty girl, but you actually brought mud."
He felt Buffy begin to giggle against him. She kissed "her spot" on his chest and propped herself up to look at him. "I'm not dreaming this, right?"
Dean quirked a brow. "Having dirty dreams about me? Nice." He wore his most lecherous smirk.
Buffy hung her head and giggled more. She had forgotten how happy he would make her, how he had been able to lift her worries from her mind. Looking back at him, she sighed happily, "God, I missed you." She bit her lip, she had barely stopped herself from saying, 'love' instead of 'missed'.
Those words were a twisting knife to his gut. Sure you did, just not enough to call for three years. But Dean pushed those feelings deeper and plastered on a fake smile. "No, you got mud on me too."
Buffy's smile grew impossibly wider. Running her hand over his hair, she whispered, "I guess I'm not the only one needing a good scrubbing."
Dean smirked, "You offering to help with the hard to reach spots?"
~14~14~
Sam was relieved to find the Impala parked in front of their room. Dean had made it back, that's all that mattered. Upon entering the room, Sam's joy was short lived. He had kept the light off in case Dean was resting, but once he heard the shower, he hit the switch. To his dismay, his bed was dirty and torn apart, and muddy clothes were scattered everywhere. Upon closer inspection, and finding the pink lace bra, Sam realized they weren't just Dean's clothes. Sam stared toward the bathroom for a beat. "You've got to be kidding me," he muttered to himself then fired off a quick text message, grabbed his gear and left.
~14~14~
Dean told himself to stop thinking the second he allowed her to lead him into the shower. He was just going to focus on enjoying the physical aspect of being with a girl and not on who the girl was. The thing was, she was the only girl that got the kiss right. Right from the first one, Dean hadn't wanted her to change anything about it. Her mouth opened perfectly at just the right time. She never was too forceful or too sloppy or anything but perfect. He would be happy just kissing her for hours.
He hated how her body fit just right against his, like hers was a missing puzzle piece to his; that their arms seemed to know just where to go to hold each other right. He hated how she would kiss his neck and it would send electricity through his whole body.
No matter how many times he told himself she was just a random girl or just a truck stop waitress so he wouldn't think about being with Buffy, he would always come back to how good it felt to have her back in his arms.
Most of all, he hated realizing he wasn't over her. Not even a little.
Since Dean had decided to focus on the physical side to their being together, Buffy was left a quivering mess. Somehow Dean had remembered every move that made her come undone. Buffy felt completely at his mercy, yet completely safe. Dean would always take care of her. It was as if he put her back together each time he made her fall apart.
~14~14~
Upon leaving the shower, Dean wrapped a towel around his waist, handed another to Buffy, but made her wait in the bathroom. "Just in case Sammy is out there."
Dean's phone flashed, telling him he had a text. Only you could pick up a girl in a mudslide and a thunderstorm. Got myself another room. Don't make me an uncle!
Dean laughed, tossed his phone on the dresser and shouted over his shoulder, "Coast is clear." Turning to see a towel clad Buffy, he grinned, "Babe, you are way over dressed." He tugged her towel off and chased her into his clean bed.
In the morning, Dean hoped to escape before Buffy was awake. He wanted to treat her like any other one night stand which meant leave and don't look back. He knew he could use Sam as an excuse and get out in order to meet up with his brother. And though a small part of him was trying to get him to do that, most of him wanted to take care of Buffy. She was going to need a ride and some money and a phone and food and the list he made went on and on.
~14~14~
After the best rest she'd had in months, Buffy woke to the smell of coffee. She stretched and found her body ached in the most wonderful way. She smiled and reached for Dean, but the bed was empty. She opened her eyes to find herself completely alone.
This wasn't the first time she went to bed with Dean and woke up alone. She pulled the sheet around her as she got up hoping to find her dignity with last night's discarded clothes. Looking through the peephole, she saw the Impala was gone.
Buffy told herself not to get emotional. A million things could have made Dean leave that morning. There was one time he had only left to return with breakfast. Buffy stared at the motel room door, silently begging, "Please, Dean, don't do this. Come back."
chapter 15
One more chapter and I'm hoping to post it before the New Year.
Merry Christmas to those that celebrate it. Happy Holidays to everyone else. Thanks for reading!