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This story is No. 2 in the series "A Light in the Dark". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Sequel to I only have eyes for you, crosses Becoming part 2 with Supernatural

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Supernatural > Buffy-Centered > Pairing: Dean WinchesterAstridWinchesterFR131428,7771278,89822 Mar 1027 Apr 10Yes

Going home

A/N: Okay this is the last chapter, hope you enjoyed this story and keep reading! Thanks for the reviews! Characters aren't mine.

Chapter 14: Going Home

When she woke the next day her body ached in a pleasant way and she wore a blissful smile when she recalled what was making her muscles protest. She saw Dean sleeping beside her, his hair mussed from the pillow and his arm thrown across his face while the other curled around her, clutching her to him. She contemplated waking him by carnal means when he groaned and raised his arm, his eyes fluttering open. They glanced around the room briefly before resting on her and he gave her a groggy smile. They’d definitely worn each other out the night before making up for all the lost time and he was really feeling it, but he didn’t give a damn. He was too relieved that she wasn’t mad at him anymore that nothing else mattered. Suddenly he paled, feeling his body go numb when he remembered the three words he’d whispered before walking out the door that fateful day and he wondered if she’d heard them.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, seeing the way he paled and furrowing her brow in concern.

“I..uh..” he hesitated, unsure how to say what he wanted to without ruining everything. “I forgot about Sammy,” he fibbed, losing his nerve. He cursed himself for being such a coward and he could tell that she didn’t believe a word of it.

“Oh. Well, let’s get dressed then, I’d like to see him.” She said and they disentangled from each other and the sheets that were twisted around their bodies. Once she stood, she heard him take a sharp breath and she turned to find him staring at her, his eyes darkening with desire. Before she could say anything he grabbed her, pulling her close until she was laying on top of him again, her body pressed against his.

“Dean we have to go check on Sam,” she giggled as his hands traveled over her curves and he groaned in disappointment.

“Do we have to?” He whined, kissing her neck and making her shiver. When she put her hand on his lips he made a face at her, making her giggle again. “Stupid little brothers, ruining everything,” he grumbled but released her so she could grab her clothes.

She collected her clothing from the night before and pulled them on while he did the same, and he waited while she paid a brief trip to the bathroom to brush her teeth and fix her hair and makeup. When she emerged, she grabbed her jacket, purse and keys and followed Dean and he joined her with his arm slung around her waist as they walked back to the diner and the waiting Impala. He opened the passenger door for her and she kissed him before climbing in. As he slid across the hood he wondered what the heck had come over him, since when did he open doors for anyone? But when he saw her happy smile he forgot all about it and started the car.

He pulled up at the hotel a moment later and opened the door of the room, Buffy at his back. No sooner did she step inside was she seized in a powerful hug by Sam, picking her up off the floor in his enthusiasm. He had definitely gotten taller since she’d last seen him and she hugged him back just as tight. He spun her around in a circle and she laughed; she’d missed him so much that she forgot about her Slayer strength.

“Buffy, sweetheart, he’s turning red,” Dean spoke up, watching the pair with his own smile and she laughed and released him, grinning up at Sam happily.

“God, I missed you!” Sam gushed, taking her hand and pulling her toward the bed where they sat and caught up, forgetting about Dean and the fact that they hadn’t seen each other in months. Sam told her about the cases they’d gone on and she told them about Ricky and Lilly.

“Well, if you two girls are done yakking, I’m starving.” Dean said finally with an indulgent smile at them. He felt lighter than he had in a long time, and nothing could’ve ruined it. He heard Buffy’s stomach rumble loudly in agreement and she blushed when they both laughed. They decided to go and grab some lunch and Sam threw an arm around her shoulders companionably as they walked to the car, Dean following with a silly grin and for once not feeling remotely jealous. He loved Buffy, and Sam had developed a connection with her too and it felt like he was finally home.



After they ate they sat in the booth and Buffy toyed with her straw, immersed in her own thoughts. She felt like she was finally ready to go back to Sunnydale now but she was terrified at the same time. What if her mom didn’t want her to come back? What if Giles was furious with her for abandoning her post? Would her friends understand? What if they asked about Angel?

Dean watched Buffy with concern and reached a hand out to touch her cheek with his knuckle, jolting her from her reverie. She raised her gaze to meet his and he saw the emotions and worries swirling in her green eyes. Sam noticed too and excused himself to go put music on, giving them some privacy so they could talk alone. “What’s up?”

“I’m afraid, Dean.” She answered, and he waited for her to explain, “What if they’re mad at me?”

“Your mom?” He guessed.

“My mom, Giles, Xander, Willow, Oz, all of them. I didn’t even say goodbye.” She confided, her lip trembling with worry.

“Hey, listen to me alright?” He said softly and she met his gaze, “They know something happened and I’m sure they’ll understand when you talk to them. They’re more than just your friends Buffy, they’re your family.”

She tried to smile but she couldn’t so he joked teasingly, “I could kick their asses if you want?” He didn’t mean it of course, but he was trying to get a smile out of her and he succeeded. “Seriously, I can take the Watcher like that,” he snapped his fingers and was rewarded with a choked laugh.

She met his gaze and clasped his hand, squeezing it tightly, “Thanks Dean.”

“Eh, it’s what I’m here for.” He answered, shrugging it off and studying her for a moment. “You ready to go back then?”

She nodded and he got to his feet, still holding her hand in his. He whistled for Sam who was watching them from the jukebox, concerned for his friend. His eyes met Buffy’s and she nodded in answer to the question she saw in them. Dean left a tip on the table and watched as Sam picked Buffy up on his back and carried the giggling Slayer outside, chasing all the worries from her mind.



They made it to Sunnydale by nightfall, telling her stories about their hunts and their prank war to keep her from obsessing as they got closer to the city limits. When Dean asked where she wanted him to go, she gulped and told him to take her home to her mom’s. Sam leaned forward in the backseat to place a hand on her shoulder comfortingly, and Dean squeezed her hand in assurance.

She smiled at them in thanks and tried to calm her nerves as they got closer to her house. When the Impala pulled up, she saw that the lights were on downstairs and she let out a shaky breath. She stared up at the house, biting her lip until she heard Dean clear his throat.

“Are you guys staying?” She asked when she looked at him and he grimaced.

“We can’t actually, got a case to look into. But I’ll tell you what,” he offered when he saw the fear enter her eyes. “We’ll get a room in town and if you need us, call. Deal?” She nodded and blew out a breath before grabbing her bag and reaching for the door. They both got out with her and leaned against the car, leaving her to take the long walk up the drive and to the porch. She turned back to look at them and Dean gave her an encouraging nod while Sam smiled. She nibbled on her thumb uncertainly and took one more deep breath before she pressed the doorbell. She let it out when the door was pulled open and she was face to face with her mother. “Hi mom.”

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