Dream On…
Part Five
By Larilyn
Summary: Past lives, the Wild West and the Summers sisters. Fun stuff for Sam and Dean. Buffy/Dean, Sam/Dawn
Spoilers: Through season 1 of Supernatural and the entire series of Buffy.
Disclaimer: Don’t own. Never have. Never will.
Warnings: None in this chapter
Dean stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. His hair was mussed from his fitful sleep. Golden brown stubble covered his jaw. Red-rimmed hazel eyes stared back at him.
Dean lifted his shirt off. The knife wound that the vampire had given him had stopped bleeding. The old bruise on his shoulder was turning all kinds of fun colors. There were new bruises too. Big ones. All over his ribs and abdomen.
He had no clue how he got them. All Dean knew was that it hurt to breathe.
A loud rap on the door made Dean grab for his shirt, but he was too slow. Sam poked his head in.
“Dean, should we…? Jesus.”
“Don’t over-react Sam,” he warned.
Sam’s eyes were wide and worried. “Dean, what happened to you?”
“These aren’t mine. They’re all Deacon’s. I think.” Dean then amended, pointing to his knife wound, “Well, this one’s mine.”
Sam caught the important thing. “You think? What do you mean, you think? You don’t remember?”
“Nope. Haven’t a clue.” With forced cheer, Dean chirped, “Good thing Dawnie woke me up, huh?”
“Are you okay? Stupid question. Of course you aren’t okay.”
“They’re mystical wounds, Sam.” Dean then lied outrageously, “They don’t even hurt.” Dean slapped his brother on the back. “I’m hungry. You hungry?”
****
Dean flipped the egg in the skillet with a practiced flick of his wrist.
“Show off.” Sam muttered.
“You want breakfast boy? Then stop bitchin’ about my technique.”
“You’re over compensating,” Sam deduced.
“Shuddup. I told you, it’s no big deal.”
Dean slid an egg onto Sam’s plate.
“You know, Dawn’s a real cutie.”
“Okay,” Sam blinked, “Subject change.”
“I’m just saying.”
Sam gave Dean a look, but admitted, “She’s very attractive.”
Dean mocked, “She’s very attractive.”
“Shut up.”
“The two of you were out awfully late last night.”
“Dawn wanted to look for the albino woman.”
Dean scoffed, “Good luck with that. Dad took out her pale ass in eighty-six.”
“Really? I don’t remember that.”
“Dude, you were three.”
Dean slid another egg onto a plate filled with bacon and toast. “I’m gonna take this in to Buffy. Dawn’s plate is in the microwave.”
Sam tried to stop him with, “Dean, we need to talk about that dream…”
Dean kept walking. “I dreamt of ponies, and candy canes and the sugar plum fairy. Leave me alone, Sam.”
*****
Buffy looked beautiful. Almost ethereal. Of course that illusion would be shattered the second she awoke and opened her big mouth.
Dawn was wrapped around her, guarding her sister from any and all threats. “She slept pretty well,” Dawn told him. “No more dreams.”
“Good.” Dean watched Buffy’s chest rise and fall peacefully.
“And you?” Dawn asked, “No more dreams?”
“No more dreams,” he assured her. “Breakfast is in the kitchen. And I took out that mountain of a dog of yours.”
“You’ll keep an eye on her?”
“I’ll keep an eye on her,” he promised.
Dawn slipped out of bed, gave Dean a smile of gratitude and left him alone with Buffy.
“Is she gone?” Buffy asked, still keeping her eyes clamped shut.
“Nope. She’s standing right here. And she looks irritated.”
Buffy opened her eyes and saw that Dean was lying.
“Jerk.” She flung a pillow at him. Her aim was true and Dean was slow. He laughed when the pillow struck him on the hip. The girl certainly kept him on his toes.
“Your sister is in the kitchen, making moon eyes at my poor, hapless, baby brother. You hungry?” Dean took the plate to her.
Buffy narrowed her eyes at him and made an astute observation, “You’re limping.”
“Yeah, this lunatic kicked me last night.”
“Sorry, I…”
“Had a psychotic break?”
“Something like that.”
“S’alright. You kick like a girl.” Dean climbed into bed next to her.
“I do not.”
“Do too.”
“Shuddup. Is that bacon I smell?”
“Yup. And eggs and toast.” He handed Buffy the plate and a fork. “Not too fancy, but…”
“Did you make this?”
Dean shrugged in response.
“You cook?” Buffy asked in utter disbelief.
“Had to feed Sammy when my Dad went on hunts when we were kids. It’s no big deal.”
“Dean Winchester cooks.”
“Shut up or I’ll spit on your eggs.”
****
The food was excellent, Buffy decided. The company, less so. After about five minutes in the bed, Dean could barely keep his eyes open.
“Did you sleep at all last night? You know, after?”
“After your sister threw water in my face? No. Couldn’t.”
“Why not?”
“Sam kept watching me. Creeped me out.”
Buffy smiled. Dean’s voice was falling off. He couldn’t stay awake.
“You can sleep now,” she quietly suggested.
“Can’t. Demon that kills in sleep.”
“We’ll find it later.” Buffy placed the empty plate onto a bedside table. She knew that Dean was exhausted when he didn’t protest when she pulled him into her arms. “I’ll keep an eye on you.”
“Why are you being nice?”
“Because you can’t possibly be as irritating asleep as you are awake.”
“M’kay. Good reason.”
Buffy rested her cheek on the top of his head.
“Don’t ever scare me like that again, okay?”
“Mmm’kay.”
Dean’s breathing evened out and deepened.
Dawn threatened to break the peace when she came galloping into the room with Sam at her heels. Buffy placed a finger over her lips to silently say, ‘shh’.
It was Sam that spoke with awe, “You got him to sleep?”
Buffy nodded but Dean protested the movement with a little grumble and a shift in her arms.
Dawn spoke in a hush, “We’re gonna take Fluffy for a walk. Sam wants to see the campus. You okay?”
“Mmm hmm. I’m good.”
“Okay. And hey, Buffy? Whatever you do…Don’t. Fall. Asleep.”
Dawn was rewarded with a snicker from Sam and a glare from Buffy.
*****
“You know what I want, Deacon.”
The voice echoed in Dean’s head.
“Bring her to me.”
Dean felt sick. He tried to get away from the voice. A sharp, stinging pain hit him across the face.
Then the shaking started. And there was a different voice, calling his name.
*****
“Dean, wake up.”
He awoke nestled in Buffy’s arms, his head resting on the pillow of her breasts.
“I’m up.”
Dean reached up and touched his lip. His hand came away stained with blood.
“What just happened?”
Buffy took his head in her hands and examined his split lip. “You don’t know? You had a nightmare. Was it Avery?”
Dean shook his head. “I don’t know. I can’t remember.”
Buffy looked at Dean as if she wouldn’t tolerate a lie. “Did he hurt you last night, too?”
“I’m fine,” Dean lied anyway, pulling away from Buffy and climbing out of the bed.
“You’re fine? Take a deep breath then, hot shot.”
He blinked at her a few times. The girl was astutely observant.
“I know how a person moves with bruised ribs, Dean. Are you seriously telling me that you don’t remember what happened last night?”
“I swear. The only thing I remember is Dawn throwing water in my face. Everything before that…” Dean shrugged and instantly regretted it. Pain shot down his side and he fought not to show it.
Buffy climbed out of bed and put her hands on her hips.
“You’re wearing sushi pajamas,” Dean noted with amusement.
Buffy ignored the comment. “Take your shirt off,” she demanded.
“I will if you will.”
Dean’s smirk widened into a smile when Buffy rolled her eyes. “I’d hit you, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
“That’s new, lunatic.”
“Dean,” Buffy shut her eyes in utter frustration, “just take your damned shirt off.”
He grumbled under his breath, but was just too damned tired to argue any further. The action of lifting the shirt off over his head was pretty much excruciating.
“Oh my God,” Buffy whispered.
Dean tried to play off his injuries, “It must be the day to over react. First Sam’s all, ‘Jesus Christ Almighty’ and now you’re all, ‘oh my God’. I swear if Dawn comes in here and starts talking about Mother Mary, I’m leaving.”
“Dean, we have to figure out what’s happening to you.”
“I know what’s happening to me. I’m getting the crap beaten out of me while I dream. And I really don’t recommend it.”
“I need to make some phone calls, okay? I have an idea.”
*****
Dean narrowed his eyes at Buffy, “You’re gonna put a spell on me?”
“Me? I have the magical ability of a gnat. So, no. Dawn’s gonna do the spell.”
“It’s just a little spell,” Dawn assured him. “We’re saving
the big one until
“And
“A very powerful witch,” Buffy said.
“Powerful. But good, right? She’s not the ‘I’ll get you my pretty’ kind?”
“
Dean was going to protest, having a spell put on him did not sound like his cup of tea. But his little brother turned on the guilt. “Dean, we have to figure out what’s been happening to you.”
“I know what’s happening to me, Sam. Avery hated Deacon. He hates me. So he’s kicking my ass while I sleep.”
“If he’s doing this…” Sam kept arguing.
“Of course he’s doing this.”
“…he’s pretty powerful. We need help in this.”
Even as Dean argued that it was
*****
Dean was sitting on the edge of his and Sam’s bed with his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands. Buffy approached quietly and sat down next to him. “Penny for your thoughts.”
“You’d be wasting your money, Sassy.”
“Sassy...hmm. Nicer than lunatic I suppose.”
“Sam & Dawn back yet?”
“Nope. Magic shop is on the other side of town.”
They sat in silence for a few minutes before Buffy said, “I’m sorry.”
She didn’t look at him. Not even when he asked, “What for?”
“Avery should be coming after me, not you.”
“Buffy…”
“No,” she stopped him from speaking. “This isn’t fair. This sucks. Getting hurt because your past self fell in love with mine? It’s stupid, Dean. And it’s not fair.”
“Buffy, look at me.”
She dragged her eyes up to his. She expected him to say something about her being stupid or crazy. Instead, he leaned toward her and placed his lips on her forehead.
“Don’t be nice,” she warned, “You’ll make me cry.”
“God forbid.” He chuckled against her hairline, his warm breath making her shiver. Dean pulled Buffy into his arms.
She tried to pull away, “I don’t want to hurt you. Your ribs.”
“Shh. For five seconds just be quiet okay?”
“Are you implying that I talk too much? Because I only say what needs to be said, pal.”
“Oh for crying out loud! You are the single most impossible woman in the universe. You know that?”
He wasn’t holding her anymore. Buffy realized that she had made a horrible mistake. Only one way to remedy that. Make the mistake even bigger. “I’m impossible? Me? Let me tell you…mmf.”
Dean had grabbed her by the back of her neck and hauled her in. Buffy braced for a kiss that was demanding and bruising. Instead, Dean kissed her deeply and gently. His lips were as soft as she’d imagined. He tasted indescribably male. She instinctively wrapped her arms around him.
Dean released her and let out a hiss of pain.
“Shit! I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”
Dean clutched his side and admitted, “Little bit.”
Buffy jumped off the bed and began pacing around the room. “Oh God. We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s a bad, bad idea.”
“Seemed like a good idea to me. At least until you crushed me.”
“This isn’t us,” Buffy argued, “It’s them. Elizabeth and Deacon. We only feel how we feel about each other because of the way that they felt about each other.”
“Buffy, do you ever get dizzy going around in all of those circles?”
“Dean, don’t be an ass.”
“But I’m so good at it.”
Buffy glared down at his smug face and really, really wanted to kick him again.
“Listen, Sassy. I don’t care why I want you so bad. I just know that I do. So why not just go with it?”
“Should I list the reasons for you?”
“I’m sure you’re gonna.”
“First, we don’t really know each other. We just think we do. Second, we have bigger problems right now than our sick, sick attraction towards each other. For example, a demon that wants us both dead. And third, we irritate the hell out of each other.”
“Foreplay.”
“Ugh! You make me insane!”
“C’mere.”
He was looking at her in a way that made Buffy’s knees weak. Still, she had worked up a pretty good hissy-fit and she wasn’t going to waste it. No matter how deep and sexy his voice was. “No!”
“Fine. I’ll come to you.” He stood and walked purposefully toward her. Buffy’s head screamed at her to back away. Her pride (and libido) had other ideas.
Dean traced his thumb over her bottom lip. With his fingers he tilted her head up. His eyes shone green as they stared down into hers. He moved in close. So close. But his lips were not quite touching hers.
Frustrated, Buffy whispered, “Dean.”
He whispered back, letting his warm breath caress her lips, “Kiss me, Buffy.”
Decision time. She could push him away and call him a mean name, which he probably deserved. Or…
Buffy closed that few millimeters of distance and captured that perfect bottom lip of his. Careful not to hurt him, Buffy put her arms around his neck, playing with the short, baby soft hair at the nape of his neck.
Dean deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue against hers.
“Buffy! We’re home!” Dawn yelled and slammed the front door. Fluffy’s doggie nails clicked joyfully down the hallway.
“Hell,” Dean muttered as he released Buffy. “Saved by the sister.”
“My very, very dead sister.”
Dean smiled, making little crinkles appear around his eyes. Something that, Buffy decided, she liked very much.
Sam poked his head in the doorway. “We’ve got the stuff for the spell.”
“I’ll help Dawn set up.” Buffy retreated from the room, stealing one last glance at Dean.
*****
Dean looked at Sam closely. Something was different about his baby brother.
“You look guilty.”
“What?” Sam scoffed, “No I don’t”
“You look guilty and happy and…” Dean pointed an accusing finger at Sam, “You’ve been making out with the little sister.”
“Shut up.”
Well that was as good as an admission.
“Sammy and Dawnie sitting in a tree,” Dean teased in a sing-song voice.
“I hate you.”
“You love me.”
“Whatever. Are you ready for this spell or what?”
“I’m always ready to magically experimented on. No. Wait.”
“Dawn says it’s a simple spell.”
“Any spell makes me nervous when it’s being performed on your truly. But, I’m sick of being a walking bruise. I’ve come out of hunts less beat up than this.”
“Yeah, you look like shit.”
“Shut up, Sam.”
“I mean it. You look really, really bad.”
“Sammy. I’m warning you.”
“Grotesque even.”
“Go to hell, Sam.”
*****
“Okay, what do I have to do?” Dean asked, standing next to a bunch of candles and herbs that even he couldn’t identify.
“Put this gris-gris on,” Dawn instructed.
Dean put the velvet pouch of herbs around his neck. “Okay. What now?”
“Just stand there.”
“Stand here. Okay. I can do that.”
Dawn started reading aloud from the text she was holding. Dean recognized it as Latin, but couldn’t quite make it all out.
The gris-gris around his neck glowed briefly.
“Okay, done.” Dawn snapped the book shut.
“Done? You’re kidding.”
“Nope. Not kidding. No more bad dreams for you. In fact, no dreams at all as long as you keep that on.”
“Cool. So I’ll just wear this until we find Avery.”
“No Dean,” Sam warned. “Two to three days, tops.”
“Why not? I gotta tell ya, this is gonna solve a lot of problems.”
“And create new ones,” Sam said. “People have to dream, Dean. If you don’t dream, you go crazy.”
“Well, hell.”
*****
“Hey Sassy.”
Buffy looked up from her research. “Hey. Nice accessory. Matches… absolutely nothing.”
Dean fingered the velvet pouch around his neck. “Let’s just hope it does what it’s supposed to. Whatcha reading?”
“Watcher’s Council website. It’s weird. As far as they’re concerned Elizabeth and Avery never existed. There’s just a two year gap where there was no Slayer.”
Buffy rubbed her eyes. She was tired. Her eyes hurt from staring at the computer screen and her emotions were rubbed completely raw.
“You okay?” Dean asked with real concern in his voice.
“Why did he kill her? I mean, I just don’t get it.”
“Love makes you do stupid things.”
“Yeah. I guess it does.” Buffy sighed. “At least you’re safe for a few days.”
“Buffy, he’s coming after you. You know that don’t you?”
“I know.”
“And when he does? I’m going to kill him. I swear if he so much as looks at you cross-eyed, I’ll kill him.”