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Summary: Dean thought Buffy died saving the world, what he didn't know was that her friends brought her back. Skip a head four years later, Sam has a dream that brings Dean face to face with the blonde slayer and like always the girl is in danger.

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Supernatural > Buffy-Centered > Pairing: Dean WinchesterCrimsoninblackFR18729,9065205,19122 Jul 125 Sep 13No

Chapter Two

I want to thank everyone for their reviews, I greatly appreciate it. There was a minor glitch on my part and I went back and fixed it. Again thanks for the positive reviews.

"Stupid Dean," Buffy huffed as she slammed the front door, locking it behind her. She threw her car keys on the table next to the door. She walked into her living room and sat down on her black fluffy couch. She folded her arms over her chest and stared at the blank TV in front of her. She was pissed off, big time. First, Dean shows up in her town and then he gets her fired. She didn't think he would be pleasant with her, yeah, maybe she did deserved his wrath. But to punch Kenny in the face, that was total bullshit. "Jerk face," she mumbled under her breath. Not the best insult she could up with at the moment.

The front door violently flew open and a heavy set of footsteps stormed into the living room where she sat. Dean glowered down at her, his green eyes were suffused with anger.

"That door was locked," she said bitterly.

"Forgot that I know how to pick locks, Sweetheart," he said spitefully.

"Dean, just go," she said and looked passed him at some invisible spot on the wall.

"I'm not leaving until you tell me why?" He growled at her.

"There's nothing much to say," she said evenly. "I died, Willow brought me back, the end."

"I'm not that stupid, Buffy," he snapped. "There's more to story than you letting on."

"What do you want me to say?" She shot up from her seat on the couch and her voice grew louder. She was seething with anger. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you," she blew out a clearly sarcastic apology. "I do have my reasons, I do, Dean. But I'm not really in the mood for sharing them right now."

"You better-"

"I better what, Dean?" She moved closer to him, clenching her hands into tight fists. She was ready to punch him and she didn't care if she broke his jaw in the process. "Spill my heart out to you," she scoffed. "Yeah, I don't see that happening right now."

Sam stood in the door way listening to Buffy yell at Dean. This what he remember, they’ve always been like this, when they weren't playing nice they were at each other's throats. They mostly fought over who was in charge, Dean would say "I've been at this longer than you." Then Buffy would come back with "I'm the Slayer, it's my duty, birthright, even. Not some pretty boy playing Monster Hunter for kicks who happens to be stepping on my toes." That would lead to a bigger fight. It was always the same thing each time, different words, but still the same fight.

But at the moment Sam worried that Buffy could lose it and send his brother to the hospital if he didn't back off soon.

"Well, it is happening right now." Dean glared at her. "I...we deserve to know." He gestured towards Sam. "How hard isn't to make a simple little phone call? God, even a fuckin letter would have been nice."

"A letter?" She rolled her eyes and folded her arms over her chest. "Where would I have sent to it? It's not like you guys actually have a home somewhere. As for the phone call, you would've never believed it was me."

"And what? Letting me think you were dead was the better option?"

"I didn't have a choice!" she yelled.

"No, Buffy, you did. But like always you made the worst possible choice."

"What is that supposed to mean?" She hatefully glared at him.

"You know what that means," he snapped.

"No, I really don't," she said spitefully. "God! When do have the right to go all judgy on me, when you only knew me for like what...three months?"

"More like four," he mumbled.

"Wow! A whole four months," she scoffed. "That must have been a lifetime for you. Do you want a cookie for putting up with me that long?"

"You don't get to turn this around on me."

"Well you did get me fired," she said.

"And I'm sure the service industry is missing you already."

"I forgot that you could be an ass."

"I forgot that you can be a stubborn bitch."

"I'm a stubborn bitch? Look in the mirror pretty boy." Buffy backed away from him, not wanting to knock him out. "Dean, just go."

"No," he said firmly and threw himself on the nearest chair and defiantly stared at her. "I'm came here for answers and then you're done telling me everything I want to know, you will never have to see my pretty ass again."

"I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to know," she snapped. "Happy now!?" Dean just stared at her with hurt and anger in his eyes. "Still not good enough for you? I didn't want you to know how badly I screwed things up. Yep, that's right, I fucked up my life, because I hated being back. In fact I hated it some much that I slept with Spike. My friends ripped me out of Heaven and I couldn't deal, so I'm sorry that I didn't want you in my life to see me make a mess of things."

"You slept with Spike!" He snapped. "You slept with your undead stalker."

"That's all you heard?" She glared at him and placed her hands on her hips. "That I slept with Spike." His look of anger quickly changed to disgust.

"Instead of calling me to let me know you're alive, you turn to him, the thing that was pathetic enough to make is very own Buffy Sexbot." Dean stood up and moved closer to her.

Buffy shook her head and rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to defend myself to you, when you have no idea what I've been through."

Faith's footsteps echoed down the stairs. "What's with the screaming match?" Faith said, she stopped in her tracks and stared at the two strange men in the living room with Buffy. She eyed Sam and gave him a friendly smile. She quickly looked over at the man that stood inches from her with a wicked scowl on his face. "Who are these guys, B? And why is that one about to rip your face off?"

"I liked to hear you explain this one, B," Dean scoffed and folded his arms over his chest as the scowl on his face deepened.

"Faith," Buffy said and turned to her friend. "You remember the two hunters I talked to you about?"

"Yeah, why?"

"This is them, Sam and Dean Winchester."

"I'm guessing tall, dark and handsome is Sam and the one whose head is about to pop is Dean," she said. "Well, I'm out. Don't need a reenactment from my childhood." Faith grabbed her coat as she ran out the front door.

"I'm gonna go too," Sam said awkwardly and followed Faith out of the house. This was really not going to end well.

Buffy turned her attention back to Dean, he didn't take his eyes away from her, not once. Not even to look over at Faith. Buffy really didn't know what to say to him.

"Why are you still here?" She coolly asked him.

"We're not done talking, Princess," he said bitterly.

"Whatever." She shook her head and stepped back. She just gave up talking, she didn't want to keep fighting with him. Buffy forgot how emotionally draining her fights with Dean could be and now she was just done. Her face softened and defeat blanketed her expression, there was no way she could get through to him when he was like this. It's not like he was actually listening to her anyway. "I'm done with this conversation."

Buffy moved out of the living and upstairs to her bedroom. She quickly slipped out of her work clothes and back into the same pair of jeans she wore earlier that morning. She pulled her long black sweater over her head and sat down on a white wicker chair by her bedroom window that overlooked the ocean. She pulled her legs up on to the chair and pressed them against her chest, wrapping her arms around them and rested her chin on her knees.

Dean stood in the living, already missing Buffy's presence. He hated that with one soft look from her made him forget how pissed off he was. Deep down in his gut he knew that he couldn't just leave her house without talking to her. As much as he was mad at her, he hated the idea of her being pissed off at him. She always knew how to make him feel like an asshole even if he wasn't the one to blame.

"Stupid Buffy," he mumbled to himself. He made his way over to the stairs, walking up the steps two at a time and strolled down the hall, hoping to find her room. He followed his gut to a room down at the end of the hallway. The door was wide open and Buffy sat on a chair with her arms wrapped around her legs as she stared out the window. She was no longer in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. She had on a black sweater and skinny jeans.

Dean saw the sadness in her eyes and he felt a pang of guilt in his chest. He leaned against the doorframe and stared at the way the sunlight bounced off her golden blond hair and warmed the soft skin of her face. He still remembered what her lips felt like against his and the way her body moved under his. Just staring at her brought back memories from the time he spent in Sunnydale.

"I know you're there, Dean," She said evenly, keeping her gaze locked on the ocean. "Come up here to yell at me some more and tell how much of a screw up I am?"

"No," he said softly, pushing himself off the doorframe and slowly stepped into her room.

"Then why are you still here?" she asked keeping her tone soft, but he could hear that she was on the verge of crying. "I thought you would have taken off by now?" She quickly glanced over at him and then back out the window. "Isn't that what you usually do?"

"I didn't come up here to fight with you," he sighed and took in a deep breath. "I still want to know why, Buffy? Why couldn't you just call me?"

"I didn't want you to see me," she said truthfully. "I thought I came back wrong and I didn't want you to see me like that." Dean moved in closer to her and leaned against the wall adjacent to where she sat. "I didn't want you to come swooping in to pick up the broken Buffy pieces, because I didn't want to be fixed. And that whole mess with Spike..." she paused and drew in a deep breath. "I hated myself for using him the way I did. Because when I came back I was empty and the only time I felt anything was when I was with him." He studied her face and saw her green eyes swimming with tears. Buffy looked up and then back out the window, he knew she was trying not to cry in front of him. "I'm sorry, I didn't call you and I'm sorry for letting you think I was dead." She glanced over at him and saw the sad look in his eyes. "To be honest with you, I didn't think you would care and a part of me thought you'd be better off without me in your life."

Her words were like a punch to his gut. Of course he friggin' cared that she was gone. How could she think that? She was the one woman who ever accepted him at face value, the one person who understood what it was like to be a hunter. He didn't have to hide that part of his life from her.

"How would my life be better off without you in it?" Dean asked, trying to keep the anger out of his voice.

"You know that being a Slayer is like having the life expectancy of a gold fish," she said with a sad smile on her face. "Yeah I came back, but what if I died again? Would you've been able to handle it, to actually have me back only to lose me again? I couldn't do that to you."

"You obviously didn't die again," he said. "You're still here."

"Yeah, I'm still here," she said and looked over at him.

"Why don't you sound thrilled?"

"I am," she said evenly. "I mean when I first came back I wasn't, everyday was a challenge for me to just get out of bed in the morning, knowing what I lost."

"So, you really were in Heaven?"

"I think I was," she said and he raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Where ever I was it was nice, I knew the people I cared about were safe. I didn't have to worry about saving the world, I was finished, my job was done and I was at peace." Dean stared at her, speechless. He didn't know what to say to her. No more the ten minutes ago he was ready to tear her a new and now he didn't have a damn thing to say to her. Dean didn't expect a full on confession, he was expecting something to fuel his fire and hate her, really hate her. But he couldn't, the girl that sat in front of him was broken. She may act put together, like she glued back all the pieces of her shattered life, but there was still a part of her that was missing.

"You should probably grab Sam before Faith tries to have her way with him," she said with a small smile on her face, but it didn't reach her eyes.

"She's the other Slayer, right?" He asked.

"Yeah." She nodded and glanced back out the window. "I am sorry, you know."

"I know," he said. "I should go get Sam." Dean debated with himself if he should stay and keep talking to her, because a part of him felt like this was dream. Yeah, he was angry with her, but at the same time he was overcome with happiness seeing her alive. "I guess I'll see you around."

"You're staying in town?" she asked wearily.

"We might have a case here," he said and slowly walked out her room.

Faith made her way out the front door and down the street to avoid whatever was going on with Buffy and that Dean guy. When she made it to the end of the road she felt someone following behind.

"Couldn't deal with the postmortem drama either?" she asked as Sam caught up with her. "Are those two always like that?"

"You mean in each other's faces screaming their heads off?" He asked and shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. She nodded her head. "Yeah. But they weren't always fighting, not like that anyway. We sorta just found out she's alive, and Dean, well, he's hurt." His brother would smack him upside the head if her heard they way Sam just talked about him.

"That's cold," Faith said. "I didn't think B had it in her to do something like that. She's always been the good Slayer."

"You're a Slayer too?" Sam asked.

"One of many now," she said and shrugged.

"Wait there's more?"

"Yep, a few years back when Sunnydale was still a town, B had Willow do a spell where all the potentials become full blown Slayers." She glanced over at Sam and saw a very confused look on his face. "We were up against an army of nasty Neanderthal Vamps and Buffy did what any person leading a troop of scared little girls would do, she shared her density and got a nifty red scythe as a parting gift from the Hellmouth."

"Were you around when B...uh...Buffy came back?"

"No," she said and shook her head. "I was sorta somewhere else at the time." She took in a deep breath. "Me and B don't have a stellar track record when it comes to our past. I regret the things I did back then. I'm just glad we're good now, she's become like a sister to me. But anyway, you were in Sunnydale when she the whole Glory thing went down."

"Dean and I were there to investigate why people with no record of a mental illness were suddenly going insane. That led us to the Hell Bitch, Glory. We didn't know Buffy was dealing with her and we had no clue that Buffy's little sister was the key or that Buffy was the Slayer. The minute Dean found out he pursued her nonstop. We were there for months helping Buffy find a way to kill Glory and protect Dawn, I think that's what Buffy liked about Dean, he would stop at nothing to keep her sister safe and she trusted him. I think they bonded over being the older sibling and then after the death of her mom, they grew closer." Sam glanced down at his feet and then back at the road ahead of them. "We were there when Buffy fought Glory."

"Dean saw her die, didn't he?"

"We both did," he said evenly. "Dean didn't say anything to me, but I knew it killed him, watching her jump to her death to save the world. Before she died, Buffy encouraged me to have the normal life I wanted. I talked to her about things I couldn't tell Dean. She was like a sister to me too."

"Dean isn't the only one she hurt," Faith said.

"No," he said. "But I'm not sure if I should be angry with her for not calling us or her friends for taking her out of Heaven. Don't get me wrong I'm happy that she's alive, but what they did to her was wrong."

"They didn't know," Faith said. "I mean, if you thought the person you cared about was in Hell wouldn't you try everything to get them out?"

"I guess so." He shrugged his shoulders and glanced down at Faith. "They really thought she was in Hell?"

"Yep," she said evenly. "I could have told them that Buffy got a Charlie Card to get through the pearly gates. I mean with all the good she did, the girl sacrificed herself, that's like an automatic in."

"Where are the Scoobies now?"

"All over," she said. "After the Hellmouth closed the group sorta went their separate ways. I think there's still a rift between them."


"Before the big battle against the First, the minis and her friends were questioning Buffy's judgment and they kicked her out of her own home, even her sister went along with it." Faith looked up at Sam and saw a clearly disgusted look on his face. "She came back after I screwed up and got a bunch of girls killed. But Buffy, she defended me. Stuck by my side and that's when we started to become close."

"Did you have anything to do with Buffy getting kicked out?" Sam questioned her.

"No, I was against it," Faith said quickly. "I wasn't a leader then and I'm sure as hell ain't one now."

"Do you think something out there may still be after her?" Sam sheepishly asked.

"Buffy does have a few enemies, not like she wouldn't being the Slayer who defies death," Faith said. "Why do you ask?"

"I think Buffy's in danger."

Wolfram and Hart Private Jet over the Atlantic

A young man sat on top of a silver coffin, starting at his cell phone. Just a few hours ago he broke into the new Watcher's Council Head Quarters in London and stole the coffin underneath him. He wasn't sure why a Law Firm was so hell bent on getting this thing, but he didn't care. All that mattered to him was the pay check, and it was going to a damned good one at that. A young woman with long dirty blonde hair seductively stepped into the cargo bay of the plane and stared at him.

"Have they called yet?" She asked.

"No," he said. "But they will soon."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes," he said.

"They better," she said evenly. "We lost two vital members of our team getting this thing. Not mention I had to flirt with that dork the entire time I worked there."

"Awe, but Andrew was sweet on you," he teased.

"Yeah, sure he was," she scoffed. "All he could talk about was this Buffy woman. He has hero envy or something."

"You mean Buffy Summers?" He questioned her, raising his right eyebrow.

"Yeah, I think that was her name. Why? Who is she?"

"Someone Wolfram and Hart wants to give this thing to," he said and pointed at the silver coffin underneath him.

"How much do you know about that thing anyway?"

"Enough," he said.


"What I know is that Miss Buffy Summers has been a thorn in the Law Firm's side since she destroyed Sunnydale. They sorta want her out of the picture for something big that's about to go down."

"How big are we talking about?"

"Don't know." He shrugged and jumped off the casket. He led her back to the main part of the plane and sat down on a comfy couch. "I learned not to ask too many questions when it comes to Wolfram and Hart." The phone in his hands came to life and he quickly answered. "The package is on its way to Boston...Nope, no problems getting it on the plane, but there was a couple of booby traps where we snatched it from...Good, we appreciate the compensation...Maybe a few hours away." A loud scream came from the cargo bay of the plane and he dropped his phone to the ground. "What the hell is going on back there?" The metal door ripped open and a man with piercing blue eyes stared at them with a smile on his face.

Marblehead, Ma

When Buffy heard Dean's Impala pull out of her driveway, she stood up and walked into her bathroom. She stripped out of her clothes and quickly slipped on a blue fluffy bathrobe. She sat on the edge of her white claw foot tub, placing a rubber stop in the drain and turned the water on for a bath. Her mind was still reeling from the fight she had with Dean, she felt guilty for not telling him she was alive. He had every right to be mad at her, she always considered him a good friend. Yeah a good friend that she slept with. God, she screwed up their relationship back then. They weren't even dating, so she didn't really owe him anything other than that she was sorry. It's not like he was in love with her, Dean doesn't seem like that type of guy. He just got what he wanted and then moved on.

She didn't think Dean was even capable of being in a real relationship. At the time Buffy wasn't looking for one when he showed up, Riley just left her and she had to look out for her sister. So, she didn't have the time for boyfriend. Dean wasn't that to her at all, she cared for him but he wasn't a boyfriend to her. So then why did she feel like she deeply hurt him? He's a tough guy and thick skinned. But she couldn't get past the hurt in his eyes, like she broke his heart.

"Does he even have a heart?" Buffy scoffed.

Sam should be really hurt by her actions, not Dean. But Sam seems to have forgiven her already. He's Mr. I-have-emotions, unlike Dean who shuts down the minute he opens up and that's why she could never really see herself in a relationship with him. He would be shutting her out. Still she couldn't shake the feeling that she really hurt him.

When the tub filled with water, Buffy slipped out of her bathrobe and climbed inside the white tub and let the warm water melt her stress away. She turned the water off to stop the tub from over flowing and laid back, closing her eyes and letting her body relax. After her fingers went all pruny, Buffy climbed back out, draining the water. She wrapped herself back in her bathrobe and stepped out of the bathroom. She was more than surprised to see Sam sitting on the edge of her bed. He glanced over at her and his face turned bright red. He quickly stared at his feet, trying to avoid looking at Buffy.

"I thought you and Dean left," she said as she rang out her wet hair.

"Faith convinced us to come back so we can talk," he said.

"Okay," Buffy took in a deep breath. "Let me have it."

"What?" Sam curiously stared at her.

"Dean yelled at me, now it's your turn," she said evenly. "I know I hurt you, so let me have it."

"No," he shook his head. "That's not why I'm here. Okay yeah, I was upset. But I'm over it. I know that you're sorry and I get that you had your reasons. So I'm over it, honestly I'm just glad you're alive."

"So if this isn't a social call, then why are you here?" she asked him.

"Get dressed first and I'll meet you down stairs." Sam left her bedroom shutting her door behind him. Ten minutes later, Buffy was dressed in the same jeans and sweater she had on before she took her bath. She pulled her wet hair back into a ponytail and headed down stairs to find Faith, Sam and Dean sitting at the kitchen table.

"So, what's this impromptu meeting about?" She asked them and leaned against the kitchen counter. Dean just stared at her as he took a sip of coffee from the same cup she drank from earlier that morning.

"Sammy here had a dream about you?" Dean said bitterly. Great this is not going to be painfully awkward at all. Sam glowered at his brother and then turned his attention to Buffy.

Sam cleared his throat and told Buffy about his dreams and the one he had two nights ago. Buffy took in deep breath and stared at Sam.

"I had the same dream," she said and Dean cocked his right eyebrow.

"What?" he spat out. "I thought Sammy here was the only one that had freaky dreams."

Faith stood up and stared at Buffy, "Why didn't you tell me you had a Slayer dream?"

"I thought it was just a regular run-of-the-mill non-slayer related dream." Buffy shrugged. "I mean the last prophetic dream I had was like six years ago, and those were to warn me that my sister was coming. Even then that dream was all crypticy and I didn't even have a sister at the time. Besides, that was just a weird dream I had after we defeated the demon robot thing called Adam. I still have no idea who that guy was with cheese. He made no sense." All three of them stared at Buffy while she rambled. "Anyway, I didn't get that sense of urgency, not like I did when I died the first time." Dean cringed at her words. He vaguely remembered her telling him about the first time she died. He knew that she faced a master vamp who drowned her and then Xander brought her back. But still hearing about it when her second death was still a fresh wound bugged him. He didn't get how she could be so causal about it, like it was just another day on the job for her.

"I didn't think it was a big deal." She quickly added.

"Obviously it's a big deal," Dean snapped. "Both you and Physic boy wonder are having the same dream. So yeah I think it's a big deal."

"Could you take the intensity down a notch or two there, Spanky?" Faith said evenly and Dean glowered at her. "I mean we don't have much to go on right now and we're not even sure who this guy is." She glanced over at Buffy and then at Sam. "Can you guys remember anything else about this dream? Maybe a small detail that could get us going in the right direction."

"Not that I can remember?" Buffy said.

"What about Giles?" Dean asked. "He might have an idea or two."

"Not just yet," Buffy said. "I want to know more before I get him involved. I mean this all could be nothing."

"Wait," Sam spoke up. "I remember seeing something, two letters, W and H."

"Are you sure?" Buffy asked and rolled her eyes.

"Yeah why?" Sam asked.

"Think about what Law Firm out there that has the initials W and H and specializes in evil."

"Wolfram and Hart," Faith said and glanced over at her fellow slayer.

"Bingo," Buffy said. "So whatever it is these guys are up to it's big and they want me out of the way."

"Wait why would a Law Firm want to kill you?" Sam asked innocently.

"That's because these guys help out demons," Dean said. "Dad's mentioned them a few times before. I think he had a run in with them once."

"Sam, do you think you hack into Wolfram and Hart's computer files, see if you can find anything that might give us a clue, anything so we know what they have planned?" Buffy asked.

"Yeah, I think I can," he said.

"Won't they have like some type of mojo to protect their personal files from being hacked?" Faith asked.

"Maybe," Buffy said and took in a deep breath. "Maybe we should get Willow to help. See if there is a magic barrier and if she can get past it. Faith you mind giving her a call and letting her know?"

"Sure," Faith said without questioning Buffy's motives.

"What do you want me to do?" Dean asked, which only surprised Buffy, because he never took orders from her.

"I guess you could help Sam." Her statement sounded more like a question. She knew he wasn't research guy. "Or you can see if there's a case here for you to work while you're in town. Right now don't have much to go on."

"What are you gonna do?" Dean questioned her.

"What I normally do, patrol," she said.

"Like hell you are," Dean snapped. "Something is after you, Buffy."

"Something is always after me," she said. "That's never going to change."

"So, you're just going out there and what let it find you?"

"No, of course not," she snapped. "I can't just sit here and wait for it to find me either. I still have my job to do."

"Don't worry, Dean," Faith said with a smile. "I got my girl's back."
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