Could Have Had it All Chapter 2 bvts/spn

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Title: Could Have Had It All Bvts/Spn  Chapter 2 
Author: Noturbaby
Fandoms: Supernatural, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG-13 - R
Warnings: None (eventual het sex)
Pairings: Dean /Buffy, Sam/Dawn, Willow/Oz, Willow/Tara, Xander/Anya Most BtVS characters make an appearance.

Summary: 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. 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.

It is set in the year 2004 instead of 2006. The only other change made to SPN 2.1, besides adding Buffy characters, is to have all three Winchesters unconscious upon arrival at the hospital. The established relationship between the Winchesters and the Scoobies is based on High School Sweethearts and Second Chances.

Prologue and Chapter 1


Portions of this chapter are based on season 4 Buffy episodes Living Conditions and Fear Itself.

Dawn hadn't given Buffy much time to think before they had hopped the plane to South Dakota or Buffy was sure she would have thought to bring Willow. Willow would be able to heal Dean; they could have worked out how to avoid John Winchester. If they had to, they could avoid being discovered by all the Winchesters.

Nearly giddy with excitement, Buffy dug through her bag for her cell phone. As she began to dial, a nurse interrupted her. "I'm sorry but you can't use that in the building. It can interfere with our equipment. You can make your call outside."

"Right, of course," Buffy nodded, too happy with her plan to let a hospital regulation stop her from smiling. As she rode the elevator to the ground floor, Buffy swallowed a surprised laugh. Celine Dion's cover of I Drove All Night was playing; it had to be a sign.

Every time Buffy heard Celine's voice it reminded her how Dean had been the only one to believe that her college roommate, Kathy, was evil.

UC Sunnydale -September 1999

Dean bounced back on Buffy's tiny dorm room bed, tucked his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. "Hey, there's still work to be done, mister!" Buffy teased as she slapped his leg before returning to the box she was unpacking.

"I am working."

"Really? 'Cause is sure looks like resting to me."

Dean cracked open an eye. "I 'm researching the bed, seeing if it's sturdy enough for us. You can be quite demanding." He sat up and shook the frame. "Gotta say, it's a bit small, but I think we can make it work."

"Dean!"

"What?" His face covered in a teasing grin. "If you're going to crack the frame during our christening of the room, I've got to figure out a way to reinforce it."

Buffy was sure she couldn't turn a brighter shade of red, but she was also well aware that had been Dean's intention. "Dean, I'm going to have a roommate."

"I know and it's up to you if you want her watch. I'm sure you could teach her a thing or two. I know you've got me reading books on the side just to keep up."

"Dean!"

His only response was to pull her onto the bed with him. He held her close and kissed her until the sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted them. "Buffy, stop attacking me," he whined convincingly as he sat up. "We'll never get you unpacked if you can't keep your hands to yourself." Then he faced the throat clearer at the door. "You'll have to excuse Buffy, she's very excited about college."

"I see," the other girl said as she put a box on the other side of the room. "I'm Kathy, I guess we're roomies." The girl plastered a fake smile on her face.

"Nice to meet you, Kathy. I'm Buffy and this is -"

"I'm Dean, Buffy's study buddy for Science 105," Dean said ignoring Buffy's quizzical expression and holding out his hand to shake Kathy's. "Buffy, why don't we go grab a pizza and let Kathy get settled?"

Buffy hesitated, she felt she should at least try to become friends with her roommate. "Um," she mumbled but Dean tugged at her hand and she followed him out of the room.

"Well, it looks like we'll be spending time in my motel room when I'm in town, instead of your dorm," Dean said twining their fingers together as they walked.

"Why do you say that?" Buffy asked with genuine curiosity. "You didn't even try to get to know Kathy."

"Did you see her CD collection? It was Cher and Celine Dion."

"Says the guy who only listens to the same five bands continuously."

Dean chuckled, "I could argue and tell you that I listen to only the best of the best five bands, and that five is better than two, but I know you'll see my point after listening to her diva collection. After a week of that, you'll see she's evil, call me and beg me to come back and put her down." Buffy could only shake her head at his logic.

Outside Stevenson Hall, Willow and Oz were waiting for them. "Hey, Wills, you all moved in?"

"Yep, you?"

"Pretty much. Roommate arrived and Dean doesn't approve of her taste in music."

"Cher and Celine." Dean said to answer Oz's unasked question.

Oz shuddered. "Eardrums bleed at the thought."

"What was that bit about Science 105 that you said to her?" Buffy asked Dean, but Willow answered.

"Science 105 is Human Sexuality. Did you sign up for that, Buff? I hear it's pretty, uh, intense." Willow was blushing a bright red.

Buffy slapped his arm and glared at a grinning Dean who replied, "Told you I had to study on the side."

*****222*****

A week later, Buffy called Dean to tell him of a nightmare she's had. A demon was holding her down, pouring blood in her mouth, putting a scorpion on her bare skin and drawing a light out of Buffy's mouth and into it's own. "And when I woke up, Kathy was staring at me." Dean didn't say anything for a minute which annoyed Buffy. Why wasn't anyone taking this Kathy threat seriously? "Did I tell you about her OCD labeling of the food?"

"Yes, a couple of times now," Dean replied still sounding like he wasn't listening but suddenly his tone changed. "Buffy, can you stay somewhere else for a few days?"

"Why?"

"This stuff with Kathy. I don't think your dorm room is safe."

Buffy scoffed, "Dean."

"Babe, I know you can handle anything, but if she's doing something while you sleep, what chance have you got?"

"Uh, I," Buffy stammered. Finally, someone was taking her side.

"Did you put salt down? What does Giles say?"

"Yes, but Kathy vacuumed it up. And Giles thinks I'm not adjusting to dorm life."

Dean sighed. "Buffy, please, find somewhere else to stay or go home for a few days. If she is a demon and doing something to you in your sleep, you're not safe there." Buffy was touched by how worried Dean sounded. "I'm gonna call Pastor Jim and ask him about it. Maybe he can figure out your dream."

*****222*****

Another week had gone by and Buffy called Dean from her dorm room to tell him that Kathy had been a soul sucking demon. "Babe, it was obvious when we met her. Celine Dion sucks the soul out of people."

"And you were right. Why did I ever doubt you?"

"I don't know. College doesn't teach a person everything. Did you get a new roommate?"

"Yep, Willow."

"Oh." Dean didn't mask his disappointment.

"What's wrong with Willow?"

"Nothing," he sighed. "I was just hoping you wouldn't get a room mate right away so that I could stay with you when I'm in town."

There was a knocking at her door. She continued talking as she got up to answer it. "Oh, and will you be in town anytime soon?" Buffy asked hopefully as she pulled the door open and gasped at finding him standing there.

"Maybe," Dean replied with a wide smile. A very stunned Buffy barely hung up the phone before wrapping herself around him.

Shiloh -2004

A pained John Winchester listened intently as Sam listed Dean's injuries. "Dad, if the doctor's won't do anything we will. I'll find some hoo doo priest to lay some mojo on him," Sam said wondering where he had heard that before.

John cursed himself. He knew exactly who he could go to to save Dean, but he had burned that bridge long ago. The slayer and her witch would never help him. He had to think of something else. "We'll look for someone," John muttered. "Where's the Colt?"

"Dean is dying and you want to know about the Colt?"

"We're hunting this demon and the demon may be hunting us. The Colt may be our only card."

Sam swallowed his anger. "It's in the trunk. The car was towed to a lot off the expressway. Bobby's about an hour away. He's going to meet me and tow the car back to his place."

"You better get going then. I don't want some junk man getting a look at what's inside that trunk." John shuffled around and pulled a piece of paper from the side table. "Here, give this to Bobby."

"What is it?"

"A list of things I need for a protection spell."

Sam nodded, but paused before he left the room. "Dad, the demon said it had plans or me and children like me. Do you know what it was talking about?"

John shook his head. "No, Sam, I don't." He looked Sam square in the eye. "Be careful, out there, kid."

"What aren't you saying, Dad?" Dean asked as Sam left the room. "You sure as hell know something."

*****222*****

Buffy listened to her best friend tell her that magic couldn't be used to heal Dean. Willow didn't want to hurt Buffy, but she knew magic didn't work that way. "I can take the silence spell off, if you'd like," Willow offered.

"Yeah. It doesn't matter anymore. I've already been to see Dean." Buffy's quiet voice belied her fears. "Willow, I don't think he's going..." she choked back tears.

"Stop that, Buffy. Dean's strong, he's a fighter. I'll look into whatever I can do for him. I promise." She gave Buffy a moment to control herself. "When he wakes up, the two of you will have plenty of time to work things out."

*****222*****

John sat in a wheelchair next to Dean. How could he have done this to him? John racked his brain trying to think of a way to save his son. Dean deserved better than this.

Dean walked around his room. "Come on, Dad. You've gotta help me. I've gotta get better, I've gotta get back in there. Aren't you going to do anything? Aren't you even going to say anything?" Dean stood before his father and pleaded, "I've done everything you've ever asked me. Everything. I have given everything I've ever had. And you're just going to sit there and watch me die? I mean, what the hell kind of father are you?"

In the doorway, stood Buffy watching John, waiting for him to leave. For a moment, she debated entering the room and letting him know she was there, but figured he wouldn't want her to be there. She took a step back when suddenly she felt something cold rush passed her.

Dean turned to the door. "Did you hear that?" John didn't move. "I'll take that to mean no." Dean rushed into the hallway and his spirit crashed through Buffy giving him what felt like an electric shock. In surprise, he turned to see Buffy shudder. "Buffy! You're here again."

"Dean?" Buffy whispered.

Delighted, Dean asked, "You can hear me?"

Instead of answering, Buffy looked around and then to his room.

"Of course you can't." Dean sighed in disappointment as he realized she wasn't able to see or hear him. Seeing that she was looking into his room he said, "You probably shouldn't go in there. My dad's there, and well, I'm sure seeing you wouldn't go over well."

A white shimmering being drifted out of a room at the far end of the hall. It stopped in the hall and faced Dean. For a moment Dean was mesmerized by its focus on him, then he chased after it. When he got to the room the being had left, Dean heard the doctor say, "I'll inform the family." He watched as the staff removed the lines and machines from the patient. The man had died and Dean was certain that whatever that being was, had killed him.

*****222*****

Bobby Singer dragged a hand through his hair then replaced his trucker hat. "Sam, there is nothing to save. The frame's twisted like a pretzel. The best we can do is sell it for scrap."

"No. Dean will kill me if we do that. When he gets better, he going to want to fix her."

Bobby saw through what Sam was trying to say. "Yeah, of course kid. I'll tow her. Make sure you grab everything you need out of it, first."

As they spoke, Dawn gathered what she could from the trunk to transfer to her rental car. Tugging at a duffel, she upended a battered shoebox spilling its contents. She put the duffel in the rental and returned to clean up the mess she'd made, but when she saw what she had uncovered, she gasped.

"Dawn, what is it?" Sam asked as he hurried to her side.

"This," she replied pointing to the box. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I was just getting a duffel bag and this opened up."

"It's okay, Dawn," Sam said looking down at the dozens of pictures and letters that were scattered in the trunk. His own smile greeted him on several pictures. There were several others of Dawn, of Buffy, and of all of them together.

It saddened Sam to think that Dean's whole life fit inside a shoebox. He knew his brother wouldn't want them going through his memories, but there they were, laid out for them to see.

Bobby picked up a picture of Buffy and Dean at prom. "I remember this," he said smiling fondly. "She had just killed a hell hound."

"Where is this from?" Dawn asked holding up a picture of Dean, Sam and Buffy by a Christmas tree.

"Pittsburgh. When Dad got hurt and she came out to visit." Sam tried to keep emotion from his voice but he heard it crack. He looked with disbelief at a picture of Buffy dressed as little red riding hood and his brother also in costume. "I don't remember this. When did Dean ever dress up for Halloween?"

*****222*****

Halloween 1999 -Sunnydale, California

"Hey, Little Red, what's in the basket?" Dean asked as he wrapped an arm around Buffy and kissed her cheek.

"Weapons," She answered plainly, pulling back from him. "Where's your costume? You promised!" Dean groaned. "It's a hat and jacket, Dean. Please," she whined.

He plopped the hat on his head and tugged on the leather jacket. "Fine. At least I'll be cool if the costumes turn real, again." He looked over at Buffy who was looking back at him with more than just approval of his costume choice.

"You look good," she replied hoping her voice didn't give away how hot she found her boyfriend in his costume. Too late, she saw Dean smirking. "We should get going. We're supposed to meet Xander and -"

Dean pulled Buffy up against him and backed her against a wall. "We can be late." He smiled into her neck as he kissed her. "Didn't know you had a thing for Indiana Jones."

"Didn't know you'd look so unh-" Buffy gasped as Dean's fingers began to inch up her skirt. "Stop! Stop. We have to go now or we won't go at all." Dean was about to protest, but she continued, "We will have time for that later, I promise."

*****222*****

Willow and Oz were waiting in front of the Alpha Delta Fraternity house. "Hey, medieval Will, nice costume," Xander said as he joined them. "Just who are you exactly?"

"Joan of Arc. I figured we have a lot in common since I was nearly burned at the stake and she had that close personal relationship with God."

"Cute," Dean said then asked, "Where's your costume, Oz?"

Oz opened his jacket to reveal a name tag reading "God".

"Of course," Xander and Dean said in unison. "Well, we're totally covered if the costumes become real again," Xander added.

"Really, what are you? Head waiter guy?" Buffy teased.

"Ha! No, I'm Bond, James Bond." Xander gave her his most charming look. "Should we go in or wait for Anya? She said she was having trouble with her costume." He whispered to Dean, "She's dressing as a bunny." Both guys instantly assumed Playboy bunny.

"Nice," Dean whispered back.

Buffy grabbed Dean's hand. "Let's wait inside where there's frosty beverages and various chips and dips."

"Well, we've got our own chains and whips so it's definitely a party," Oz joked.

Screams could be heard from inside the house and seeing Dean and Buffy tense, Oz turned to his friends. "There's a haunted house guests have to get through before getting to the party."

Once inside they found themselves alone. "I don't like this," Dean said quietly.

"Yeah, my spidey sense is totally tingling," Buffy whispered back.

"Speaking of 'spidey'," Oz smirked as he went to brush a rubber spider off Willow. The group jumped in surprise when the spider turned real upon hitting the floor.

"Not cool!" Xander said dancing away from the fallen spider as Buffy squished it under her shoe.

A muted hissing noise was coming from another room. "Do you guys hear that? It sounds like hissing." Willow walked towards the noise.

"Snakes, why'd it have to be snakes?" Dean joked, but Buffy reproached him with a look. When they opened the door, however, the room was filled with live, slithering snakes. Dean slammed the door shut. "This town was much cooler when the costumes became real instead of the decorations."

Screams and shouts of "help me!" were heard, but no one else seemed to be in the house. The group hurried back to the main hall, but the front door seemed to have disappeared.

"What is going on here?" Xander asked. "I really don't like the looks of things."

"You guys stay here. I'm gonna go check out the other rooms," Buffy ordered.

"What?" Dean grabbed her arm. "You're not going anywhere alone."

Buffy pulled her arm free. "Dean, I'm the slayer. It's my job to stop whatever this is."

"Why don't we get out of here? Go see Giles, get an idea of what could be causing this," Willow suggested.

"You go do the research. I'll stay here and do the slaying." Buffy rifled through her 'goody' basket for a weapon.

"Who the hell died and made you Queen Buffy?" Dean demanded snidely. "We all go, or we all stay."

"Since when are you the boss?" Buffy asked shoving Dean slightly but still with enough force to push him into the wall.

"That's enough, both of you," Xander said, butting between them. "We can't figure out what's going on if we're fighting."

"I can do a spell," Willow began.

"No. No witchcraft. Things are bad enough already," Dean said before Willow could even finish.

"Yeah, Willow, you're spells only work fifty percent of the time," Buffy said then turned to Dean, "but you shouldn't boss her around."

"I'm not bossing her. Witchcraft is just dangerous and we're already dealing with something pretty damn bad."

"I'm not some kid either of you can boss around."

"What does the spell entail?" Oz asked trying to be supportive even though he didn't like Willow doing witchcraft.

Willow turned her back on Buffy and Dean. "It's a simple incantation. It guides lost travelers to their destination. We can use it to lead us to whatever is causing this." She sat in a chair a few feet away and began to meditate.

Dean rolled his eyes, but decided he should just go along with it. "Xander, Oz, why don't you guys see if you can get to Giles, while we try to work it from this end."

Oz was about to argue, but then he realized Xander wasn't with them. "Where is Xander?"

Buffy and Dean looked around wildly, but Xander said, "Funny Oz, I'm right here."

"Dammit, Xander! Now is not the time to take off," Dean complained. "Xander!" he called stepping away from the group and towards the end of the hall.

"You always think you're in charge," Buffy muttered and walked the other way. "Xander?"

Xander waved a hand before Buffy's face. "Buff? I'm right here. Can't you see me? Can't you hear me?"

Deciding to let Buffy and Dean work out their own drama, Oz went back to Willow. "Anything, yet?"

She shook her head. "No, but I'm close."

Oz felt itchy, and when he looked at his hands, his biggest fear was realized; he was turning. It wasn't the full moon, but that didn't seem to slow it down. "Willow," Oz whispered, "I'm changing. Get me away from them."

Willow nodded and quickly led her boyfriend to bathroom. "Why is this happening? It's not the full moon."

"I don't know, but maybe it's whatever is making the decorations change. Just get out and lock the door!"

*****222*****

Going back to the main hall, Dean was annoyed to find himself alone. "Are you freakin' serious?" He stalked off in the direction of the snake room.

Buffy returned to the main hall and found it empty. "Typical," she muttered. Seeing an open door, she crept forward carefully. She pushed it open cautiously, readying her stake. But nothing could have prepared her for what was in the room: Spike was pinning Dean's arms to his sides while Angel drained him.

Willow fell into the chair nearly exhausted from meditating. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to be working. No tiny guiding lights were showing up to help them. She was about to give up and admit that Buffy was right when two tiny floating lights began to buzz around her head. "Hi. Aren't you guys cute? Can you show me what is causing all this trouble?" The two lights bobbed up and down then floated down the hall. Willow grinned and followed. "Buffy, the spell, it's working!" Willow turned the corner and found herself surrounded by millions of swarming lights.

In the bathroom, Oz was barely holding on; his wolf side seemed to grow stronger and stronger. He couldn't fight it, he was going to change completely.

*****222*****

Inside the room that had previously been filled with snakes, Dean found himself alone except for one other person. The man's back was to him and he seemed to take no notice of Dean. "Hey, excuse me," Dean called out, "have you seen a girl dressed as Little Red Riding Hood?"

"Yes." The man turned around to face Dean, but pointed at the wall behind the hunter. Dean turned and saw Buffy held to the wall by an invisible force. Her own hands clawing at the unseen hands holding her neck. "We've been waiting for you, Dean."

"Buffy!" Dean rushed to Buffy's aid but was flung across the room. "Let her go!" Dean demanded.

"Now why would I do that when you so nicely delivered her to me?" The man's eyes glowed yellow and he laughed as he pointed to Buffy and she began slide up the wall towards the ceiling

"Angel! Stop!" Buffy shouted as she rushed to him. Spike released Dean and the hunter fell to the ground unconscious.

Angel morphed to his human form. "What's wrong, Buffy? He'll be fine. I only took a little." He smiled as Buffy came closer. "Besides, it's not me you have to worry about." He motioned with his hand and Buffy found herself in Drusilla's steel grip. "Spike's the one who's going to change him."

Buffy gasped and struggled against Drusilla's hold as she watched Spike's fang cut his wrist and his blood drip into Dean's mouth. "No, Dean!"

The yellow eyed demon cackled as Dean watched Buffy being dragged to the ceiling. "Stop! Leave her alone!" Dean gritted out from where he was trapped on the floor.

"Come on now, Dean. This is happening because of you. If you had no interest in the girl, I would never have been able to find her."

Dean closed his eyes. "This isn't real. You're not real. This isn't happening." He told himself. Dean opened his eyes again when he heard Buffy call his name. Her panicked eyes locked onto his.

"Not real?" the demon asked then drew a line in the air with his finger. On the ceiling, Buffy screamed in pain as a bloody line appeared across her abdomen and her blood began to drip on the floor. The demon laughed, "Sounds real to me." He walked over to the small puddle of blood that was forming on the floor and dipped a finger in it. Sucking the blood off his finger the demon grinned. "Tastes real. I know, let's start the fire and she if she smells like your mother did when I took her. Maybe that will make it real enough for you."

Buffy's scream drowned out Dean's panicked, "No!"

*****222*****

Dean looked at Buffy as Spike held him back. "Slayer, it seems our boy here is hungry," Spike gloated and Dean tried to pull free.

"No, Dean. Don't. I can help you," Buffy pleaded.

"Help him? Haven't you done enough?" Drusilla hissed into her ear. "It's your fault this is happening."

Angel laughed and Buffy saw that he was actually Angelus again. "Buffy, baby, don't worry, you will help. You will make him so strong. He will drain you of all your slayer blood and then we will set him loose on the other party guests."

Angel grabbed Buffy by her hair and forced her to expose her neck to Dean and the hunter morphed into a vampire. Drusilla held tighter to Buffy's arms. "Then we can call Daddy and have the hunter see what you did to his son."

"It seems that sleeping with you is a death sentence," Spike said with a gleam in his eye.

*****222*****

Outside the frat house, Anya and Giles fought to gain entrance. Finding no door, Giles raised an ax and hacked his way through the wall. Once the house had been breached, the visions shimmered.

Willow was able to shake off the swarming lights.

Oz began to regain control of the wolf and fought against the urge to change.

Xander opened a door to find a boy cowering and shaking. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," the boy repeated.

Xander sighed, "It's okay, man. We'll get you out of here. Just as soon as Buffy figures out what's going on."

The boy looked up at him gratefully. "Really? I'm going to be okay?"

Xander blinked, "You can see me?"

Dean struggled against the hold on him. "Let her go!"

"Whatever you say, Dean. I'll return your girlfriend, as good as new if you tell me where baby brother is."

It was if a switch inside Dean was flipped. He suddenly knew for certain that this wasn't real, that the demon didn't have Buffy. He struggled to push himself up against the wall. "You're not real and this is not happening."

The demon hissed but before it could speak, Dean was walking passed him and towards the door. "A piece of shit demon like you could never take Buffy." Dean closed his eyes to the visions of Buffy being killed and left the room.

Whatever caused the visions to shimmer allowed Buffy to see through hers also. Using Drusilla for support, Buffy kicked vampire Dean in the groin. When he doubled over, she kneed him in the face. She took a stake from her basket and dusted Spike, Drusilla and Angelus. She hovered over Dean for a moment, unwilling to destroy him if he was indeed her boyfriend. "You will stay down if you know what's good for you," Buffy ordered before walking to the door.

Once in the hallway, Buffy saw Giles, Anya and Xander talking with a guy she recognized from school. "Giles, when did you get here?"

Before Giles could answer, Dean called her name. "Buffy?"

"Dean?" Buffy turned to find herself wrapped in his arms.

"You're okay." It wasn't a question. Dean knew it was a fact as he held her and felt her relax against him.

"You?" she asked softly.

"I am now." He took her face in his hands and kissed her. "Sorry about before."

Buffy looked into his eyes and saw that he meant much more than he was saying. She took a moment to just stare, when she felt sure that she was seeing Dean, the real Dean, she turned to Giles. "Okay, what's the sitch?"

Giles pushed his glasses to the bridge of his nose. "Well it appears that Chaz here wanted an authentic Halloween and conjured a spirit."

"Can we get rid of it?" Buffy asked. "Chaz?"

The boy nodded but seemed too upset to speak. Anya grabbed his collar. "Listen, dweeb, you upset my boyfriend and ruined my date. Now tell me where you painted the sigil or else."

Dean was about to step forward but Buffy grabbed his arm. She knew Anya couldn't actually hurt the boy. "Upstairs," Chaz squeaked, "on the floor of my room."

Giles led the others up the stairs and into darkened hall. Suddenly, he turned around looking panicked. "Which room is it?"

"Wild guess," Buffy said calmly, "the one with 'CHAZ' on the door." She pushed the door marked 'CHAZ' and there on the floor was a design drawn in what she hoped was red paint.

Giles bent down and scraped away the paint. "There, that should take care of things."

Anya hugged Xander. "I'm so glad you weren't hurt."

Xander smiled, but asked, "Why are you in a furry rabbit costume?"

"You said it was going to be a scary Halloween party. Bunnies are the scariest things ever."

Xander looked at Dean and shrugged.

The gang decided to devour Giles' candy stash instead of staying at the party. For reasons that weren't completely clear to her, Dean stayed glued to Buffy's side for the rest of the night. She didn't mind at all. Feeling him warm and alive next to her was all Buffy needed to calm her.

Shiloh -2004

Sam was half way to the hospital when he slammed his hand on Dawn's rental's steering wheel. "Damn, I forgot to give Bobby Dad's list."

Startled by his outburst, Dawn asked, "List, what list?"

Sam dug in his jacket pocket and withdrew a folded sheet of paper. "It's some stuff he wanted for a protection spell."

Dawn read over the list, gave Sam an incredulous look and snorted.

"What?"

Dawn wrinkled her nose wondering if she should tell Sam the truth about the list or figure a way to use it against John Winchester.

"Dawn, what is it? Do you know where to get that stuff?"

"Yeah, I can get these things, Sam. But this stuff isn't what you use to ward off a demon, it's what you use to summon one."