BINGO!!! Part Two ♥
Part Two of my Bingo post. Turns out it was too big to put in one post - how frustrating is that? Anyway, this is the last half of the posts. I've repeated the information about the challenges in this post along with the anchors so if you wanna see the fic for a specific prompt, just click on it. Let me know what you guys think. I'm interested to know :D
Sunscreen
Holiday - Meeting The Extended Family
Wedding
Wedding - Shower
Fireworks
Cooking Together
Fair/Carnival
Butterfly Kisses
Pets
Holiday - One Person Sick
First Date
Anniversary - One Partner Sick
WILD CARD
Baby - Adoption
Lazy Sunday
Illness - Shared
Making Out
reading aloud
Kid!fic - Vacation
Secret Admirer
Sunburn
Watching The Game
Reunion
Eskimo Kisses
Candles
Challenge issued by chosenfire28 at R66
Okay I have no self control when it comes to making challenges.
After the wreck the PTB’s get off their ass and interfere for a good cause, they send a broken Dean to a certain blonde Slayer.
Now Buffy has to deal with a hot guy with no memories in her apartment and things only get more confusing when he starts patrolling with her and is a pretty damn good decent fighter.
Requirements
7_crossovers - Theme Set #4
Author: SkylarGrace
Fandom: BtVS/SPN1. Eloquent2. Forgive3. Sensual 4. Flavour5. Rose6. Blinded7. DelicateProgress: 7/7
7_crossovers - Theme Set #5
Author: SkylarGrace
Fandom: BtVS/SPN1. Frantic2. Clothing Malfunction3. Hello Ducky 4. Long Fall5. Tackle6. Duck And Roll7. SlipperyProgress: 7/7
7_crossovers - Theme Set #8
Author: SkylarGrace
Fandom: BtVS/SPN1. Dream2. Damsel In Distress3. Castle 4. Magic5. Phoenix6. Supernatural7. WingsProgress: 7/7
Frantic! | Forgive? | Candles| Remember| Whistle| Phoenix| Family| Flavour| Eloquent| Damsel
Supernatural| Pets| Castle| Slippery| Fireworks| Tackle| Sunburn| Flying| Holidays| Kisses| Date
Wedding| Blind| Reunion| Epilogue?
~*~*~*~
Fireworks
Dean held her in his arms and she felt as though she was gliding as they moved around the room. Neither one knew how to dance but they were content to just be moving together as other couples moved around them. The suit Dawn had managed to get for him fit perfectly and the dark blue tie he was wearing perfectly matched her dress. She suspected that Dawn had deliberately picked that colour tie in order to force her to wear that particular dress. Dawn had always loved the floor-length strapless although Buffy rarely wore it because she felt too self-conscious in it. His hand was resting on her back but he’d absentmindedly begun drawing lazy, sensual circles with his thumb on the edge of the dress. She noticed his eyes were moving all around the room as though he was scoping it out but she could tell by the distracted look that it wasn’t the case.
The spell that Dawn had cast over the reception area seemed to have worked; even she’d had little faith that it would. The ceremony had gone off without a hitch and the guests were all mingling around the dance floor, occasionally stopping to shake hands with the smiling Bride and Groom.
Buffy took a deep breath and felt the arms encircling her waist tighten. She laced her fingers around his neck and it was when she looked up that she was caught off guard. His lips touched hers and she could have sworn that fireworks went off in her brain. His kiss was tentative as though he was caught off too but when she pressed further toward him, he pulled her close and the next kiss took her breath away. For a moment the whole world fell away demons or ghosts or whatever was stalking the Bride was at the back of her mind. Working was at the back of her mind. All that she could think about was the man whose arms were wrapped tightly around her waist and who was holding her close. When he broke the kiss, the world came rushing back and the sound of chatter, the tinkling of glasses and the merriment and laughter became real again. She wished she could say she was embarrassed or that she regretted it but she couldn’t find it within herself to say either of those things. She knew the possibility that he had someone waiting for him but if that was the way he kissed every woman than she didn’t know why nobody was missing him yet.
She stared up into his green eyes and saw him struggling with something, as though he were fighting an internal battle, and then she knew the moment he gave up. Something fell away and the corner of his mouth turned up in a small smile. She returned it with one of her own and he reached down and gave her a soft kiss. He might have a family out there that would one day claim him and he would remember who they were and who he was - but until then, she was going to keep all of the moments she could.
~*~*~*~
Tackle
He tripped and unintentionally tackled her to the ground, the earth feeling hard and rocky underneath him. He saw Faith give chase and the vamp was down before he could blink but he was having trouble moving. He would be one of the last people to complain about lying next to her but he knew something was off and he wished he could get through the fog in his head so that he could figure out what it was. Buffy didn’t move either and when Faith loomed over them with a concerned look, Dean knew something was definitely off. There was a short moment where the entire world spun crazily out of control and he closed his eyes against it hoping it would stop.
When he opened his eyes, he was looking at Buffy’s dresser.
Dean struggled to remember how he got home after patrol but he kept coming up with blanks. He barely remembered leaving the apartment to go out on patrol and when Dawn came in with a small blue bowl of water, he looked at her questioningly and hoped she would answer his questions.
“You’re sick. Something happened at the wedding because more than half of the guests are sick like this. The Bride’s father has already died but we’re gonna figure it out. I promise.”
He leaned forward as much as he could. “Buffy?”
Pushing him back down onto the bed, she rung out the cloth and placed it on his forehead. “She’s about the same although in a little better condition than you. Her Slayer healing is preventing her from going downhill as fast but she’s running out of energy. I think this is some kind of spell. I made a ph- “
Dean opened his eyes and noticed the dresser. It looked exactly the same as it had before but he seemed to be looking at it on an angle. As he turned his head he noticed he was no longer lying on his back in the bed and was now in the recovery position. The stench below him provided proof that at some point he had thrown up though when he looked down, he noticed the bucket was clean and was only carrying a residual smell. He tried to think back to the reception to remember if anyone had stood out, if the food or drink had tasted funny or if there was some common thread amongst the guests that would explain why they were all sick. All he could remember was glitter and confetti and Buffy’s lips. Glitter, confetti and Buffy’s lips. Glitter, confetti and Buffy’s lips. There was a flash of a memory about the confetti showering everyone on the dance floor. It seemed important and yet seemed to have absolutely no basis whatsoever so he dismissed the thought. Nothing he could remember would explain it but he didn’t even get the chance to tell whoever was walking into the room because his eyes closed and the darkness consumed him once more.
~*~*~*~
Sunburn
She scratched her arm and gritted her teeth in pain. Willow had managed to help Dawn with a spell to heal them but the after effect was a nasty ‘sunburn’ type rash over their bodies. It was only going to last another 48 hours but Buffy was just dying to scratch. She was sitting in her office at the school and was trying to finish the paperwork that Faith had left for her. She slammed her pen down in frustration as she read the same paragraph for the fourth time in a row and still didn’t understand a single bit of it. She couldn’t remember much of the last 48 hours but there was one thing her mind kept playing in surround sound technicolour detail - her and Dean kissing.
Buffy had wanted to talk things over with him. Get to an understanding so that they both knew where they stood. She didn’t want to think of it as a mistake, even if her brain was telling her that getting involved with a memory impaired stranger was. The more she thought about it, the more she realised that this was really a make or break moment. She was invested enough as it was and it had nothing to do with her being lonely. There was something about Dean which struck a chord with her and she was really hoping there was nothing evil about him. Her track record thus far hadn’t been great but as soppy and childish as it sounded, she felt that Dean was different.
Buffy was glad that Dean was on the road to recovery. He didn’t have Slayer healing so he’d been worse than she was before Dawn had gotten to him but he was sleeping off the spell and she hoped he would be up for a discussion later. The only thing worrying her was the sick feeling in her gut. The very thought that he might have forgotten about the kiss, or worse yet, regretted it, was entirely too heartbreaking to admit and if she was having trouble with the mere thoughts her mind was suggesting, how exactly was her heart supposed to handle it?
She didn’t want to say she was in love with him - it was too strong a word for two people who hadn’t met that long ago - but she was struggling to define what it was. She could have talked it out with Willow but she was still in Egypt rounding up Slayers and Buffy wasn’t ready yet to talk to Dawn or Faith. They were polar opposites when it came to matters of the heart and she didn’t want to swing in either direction. Her happy little spot in the middle was just fine for now.
Buffy looked across at the clock on the wall which had been ticking excruciatingly slow over the last several hours and almost jumped out of her seat when she realised it was 4pm. She wanted to go home where she would be able to stop thinking about it and driving herself nuts but she recognised that Dean would also be there and probably awake. She picked up her keys and walked out the door.
~*~*~*~
Flying
Buffy carefully pushed open the door and glanced around the empty apartment. The room was completely still and from the kitchen she could just hear the sound of the clock ticking. There was no sign of Dean but she let out the breath she didn’t even realise she was holding when she saw the note on the fridge. It was on yellow Garfield note paper and in Dawn’s cursive handwriting.
Dean is taking a little bit longer to heal. Gone out to get some things for dinner. Be back by 6.
She gave a small nod before dropping her keys on the servery and edging toward her bedroom. As she peered in, the waning sunlight from the lounge room fell on Dean and she stepped inside quietly. He was still asleep, his body fighting off the poison from the spell and trying to bring back the natural body balance. He turned his head to the side before bringing it back up quickly and she frowned at whatever dream he was struggling with. She hated being sick and although she had yet to meet someone who enjoyed it, she suspected Dean hated it as well. A bead of perspiration slid down his forehead and Buffy picked up the wash cloth from the small blue bowl on the bedside table and wrung most of the water out. Placing the cloth on his forehead, she allowed the remains of the cold water to slide into his hair and down is face. He was still hot to the touch and she placed a small, soft kiss on his forehead, her lips heating up when they touched his skin.
Cooling the cloth down, she drew languid circles over his face and neck with the cloth and nearly jumped out of her seat when he reached up and held her arm. She watched his face for any movement but realised he was still asleep. Her arm felt hot where his hand was touching it and as she replaced it back on his chest, she ran the cool cloth over it. The water fell over his arm and hand and seeped into the shirt he was wearing.
She found her eyes blinking slower and slower as she drew the cool wash cloth over his heated skin and the realisation that she was still fighting off the poison in her own system had her getting clumsily to her feet and moving out of the room. She held on to the wall for support as she grew more and more tired and stumbled into Dawn’s room and onto her bed just as her eyes were closing. Making a last ditch effort, Buffy pulled her entire body onto the bed and curled into a ball. She knew that Dawn would be home soon, would take care of Dean and check in on her. Faith was taking her patrol and she’d already frozen meals for the week so everybody would be fine. With that knowledge, she closed her eyes and succumbed to sleep.
~*~*~*~
Holidays
Buffy ran around the side of a tall hedge and ran headlong into a boy. She managed to stammer out an apology as she rubbed the small scratches the branches had made when she’d gotten too close. The older boy looked down at her with an annoyed glance and quickly sidestepped her as he moved in the opposite direction. She gave him a cursory glance of confusion before looking at the park in front of her. There were three distinct areas and she gave a little smile at the size of it. One section was entirely devoted to swings. She loved to sail high into the air and jump just as she reached the peak. Her only problem was that she’d come to the park with her father and Dawn while her mother got to sleep in at the hotel. Her father was pushing Dawn’s pram and each turn of the wheels was sounding louder and louder as they neared.
Buffy quickly scanned the second area; it was filled with an assortment of slides and climbing equipment but it was the third area, the one she had labelled the ‘baby’ area that had her moving forward. In amongst all of the equipment for toddlers and young children, was a playhouse. The small plastic blinds were shut and she ran for it as fast as her legs could carry her.
She jumped into the house with a squeal of delight and as the door shut behind her, she saw the wide eyes of a small sitting in the corner. The words tumbled out of her mouth before she had time to think about it and as the tears pooled, she wished she could take it back.
“Are you lost?”
The small boy nodded and she moved to sit next to him. “It’s okay, I’m sure we can find your mum.”
The boy shook his head and the tears began to fall down his cheeks. She placed an arm around his shoulders. She was still unsure about Dawn. She loved her, and it appeared that Dawn loved her too, but her father had been spending less time at home since Dawn was born and she wasn’t sure why. Either way, both her Mum and Dad had told her that Dawn was her baby sister and that she needed to look after her. Looking at the boy next to her, she wondered that if she could help him find his parents then she should be able to look after a baby.
Her father called her name somewhere outside and she looked across at the little boy. “What’s your name?”
The blind on the window suddenly opened and a face peered in, sunlight spilling behind him. The boy she had run into earlier looked relieved upon seeing the boy beside her and quickly moved around to the door. He looked at her questioningly before reaching his hand out.
“Come on, Sammy! I told you to stay with me! Dad’ll freak if he finds out you went missing again.”
The small boy leapt up quickly and grabbed the hand as if it were a life preserver and Buffy stood, startled at the sudden movement. As the older boy moved quickly out of the playhouse and across the park, Buffy stuck her head out and watched them leave. They had just disappeared around the corner of a hedge when a shadow fell over her.
“I told you not to run off Buffy! You need to be able to see me at all times!”
Buffy looked across at her smiling sister and gave her a genuine smile before looking up at her father. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I just wan-“
Buffy sat up quickly and looked around the dark room. Dawn’s bed was empty still and Buffy ran a tired hand over her face. She puzzled over the memory briefly as she lay back down but when her head hit the pillow, her eyes closed and sleep claimed her.
~*~*~*~
Kisses
He woke up to the feeling of butterfly kisses on his cheek and he opened his eyes in confusion. Buffy was sitting on the floor beside the bed with a mischievous grin across her face.
“Wake up! It’s time to get up and you’ve been sleeping all day, sleepy head!”
He rolled over and looked at the alarm clock. It read 6:45 am and he frowned in confusion. “It’s not even seven yet!”
“But if we don’t go soon, the stores will shut and I won’t be able to get my wings!”
“Huh?”
“My Slayer wings. I won’t be able to fly without them and if I can’t fly, I can’t keep up with the others. Besides, Sam is looking for you. He says you should have woken up before now and if you don’t call soon, he’ll go somewhere else.”
“Why is Sam looking for me? He knows I’m here!” he protested.
Even though he was terribly confused, everything was making sense and it was beginning to frustrate him.
“He doesn’t. You told him to count to ten before he came looking and he cheated and only counted to three. He still didn’t see where you went.” She giggled uncontrollably and Dean leant forward and gave her a soft kiss on the mouth. He loved the way she tasted. The way she moved and the way she talked. The sudden realisation of that had him pulling back.
The scream did in his mouth when he saw his broken and beaten body in the car next to him and the front of a truck coming straight for him. There was a bright light and he shut his eyes against it. When he opened them, he was floating on the sea and the only landmass he could see was a tiny island with a single tree on it. Swinging from the tree was Buffy, her swing climbing higher and higher into the air as she moved back and forth. He reached out for her but there was a tug on his leg. He looked down and noticed a thick black cord tied to his ankle and when he followed it along, he noticed that it was being held by someone who looked exactly like him. The other him opened a flask and poured the liquid into the water. The sea turned black where the liquid touched it and it spread all the way to the island until it was surrounding it. He tried to scream out to Buffy but she couldn’t hear him and he watched in horror as she bent down to take a drink from it. She brought it up to her lips and…
Dean sat up suddenly and breathed heavily. He knew it was just a dream, knew that it didn’t make any sense but something kept niggling in the back of his mind. He knew it had something to do with someone looking for him but he just couldn’t remember who it was. He closed his eyes, lay back down on the pillow and was asleep in minutes.
~*~*~*~
Date
Dean paused momentarily in the hall to let his eyes adjust before strolling into the kitchen and taking a glass off of the dish rack. He filled it up with cold water and took a huge gulp. He was about to bring the glass up to his mouth a second time when he heard footsteps outside the front door. Instinctively, he went on alert before he recognised the sound of Dawn’s voice and his muscles relaxed. Taking another gulp of water, he poured the rest down the drain and set it on the sink.
“So, do you wanna have some coffee?”
Dean started for the bedroom.
“Uh, no. It’s getting late and I have to get up early tomorrow. I’ve got an early class and I need to prep for it.”
“That’s alright, we’ll just have a hot chocolate. Something to send you off to sleep.”
Dean halted, felling guilty that he was listening to Dawn’s conversation and yet, there was a part of him that kept him rooted to the spot.
“Thanks for the offer but no. Think I’ll just go straight to bed.”
“Want some company?”
“Look, you might be a really nice guy but I just don’t think we click very well. Thanks for the evening though. And the rose.”
“You look. You’ve been sending me signals all night - I don’t think we’ve gotten our wires crossed but I’m not gonna let you back out now just because you’re getting cold feet. Things that are supposed to be just take some work.”
“You’re not gonna let me? You’ve had too much to drink - just sleep it off and you’ll see things a lot clearer in the morning. Goodnight.”
“You’re a real tease, you know that? Don’t think I’m gonna be trailing ‘round you after this - there’s plenty of better fish in the sea!”
Dean yanked the door open and had a brief moment to register the surprised looks before he noticed the uncomfortable distance between the two. Without thinking, his fist flew out and hit the guy square in the jaw. The man fell hard into the opposite wall and glared in anger.
“Get out of here.” Dean almost growled as he tried to reign in his anger. “Now.”
He watched as the man’s eyes flickered over to Dawn and back again before he pushed himself upright and straightened out his jacket. Turning his chin up, he walked back down the hall and headed for the stairs. Dean felt Dawn slip into the apartment behind him and his shoulders eased. He turned around and headed inside only to be stopped when he met three pairs of eyes. Pushing back the residual anger, he met the eyes of the blonde and offered a small shrug as he closed the front door behind him.
“He was out of line.”
She raised both eyebrows in surprise and he slipped past the women into the bedroom. He needed time to think about what had just happened and until he could explain it to himself, there’s was no way he could explain it to somebody else.
~*~*~*~
Wedding
Buffy looked down at her shoes and smiled. Dean had picked them out and even added love hearts to them in permanent black marker. The hearts completely ruined the shoes but she smiled anyway because it was as though he was right there with her. The door opened behind her and Dawn poked her head in. Buffy saw her smile and immediately ran for the door. He was waiting.
As she walked down the long dark corridor, she could hear the sounds of her heels on the ground clicking away and, a few steps back, Dawn’s. She fiddled with the cross around her neck as she walked. She wasn’t nervous, just impatient. He’d been waiting for a while and she needed to get to him. To see him. To know he was staying. Behind her she heard Dawn talking to someone called Sam but she didn’t turn around, nor did she wait for them. Instead, she pushed open the double doors and strolled straight in.
He was there. Standing at the end of the path and looking absolutely amazing, although she had to admit that his smile just about lit up everything around him. It seemed like she blinked and found herself beside him because suddenly she was in his arms and he placed an eskimo kiss on her nose. She looked down at their entwined hands but when she opened her mouth there was a loud creaking and she turned to see a shadow in the doorway.
“Sam?”
Dean seemed quite confused but when he looked back at her it was only with regret. He kissed the tip of her nose once before walking away toward the shadowy figure. She tried to run, to chase after him, but he was moving too quickly and she wasn’t fast enough. Her dress caught on her shoes and she tripped. She looked up in time to see the door close behind him.
“Dean!”
She sat up quickly and found herself in the lounge room asleep on the lounge. At some point, someone had placed a blanket over her but she was sweating now and threw off the blanket in the hopes of cooling down. She remembered lying down on the lounge to keep an eye out in case Dawn’s date tried to come back but she must have fallen asleep. She rubbed her eyes but paused when she felt someone watching her. Buffy turned to see Dean in the doorway.
“Sorry, you must have been having a nightmare. I came out because you called my name.”
Buffy looked at her hands. “Yeah, there was someone there. Someone you knew.”
“Do they have a name?”
“Sam.”
The syllable seemed to cause him to stiffen and a small frown appeared on his forehead. He looked across at her as if he was trying to determine just how much info she still had and she stood and faced him. She knew what he was going to say before he even said it and it caused the pit of her stomach to drop.
“I’ve dreamt of him too.”
~*~*~*~
Blind
“Buffy!”
The strangled cry came from the bedroom and Dean and Buffy looked up as Dawn raced into the room, her arms flailing wildly and tears falling from her reddened eyes. Buffy sat up confused.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s in my eyes!” she said as she fanned her eyes and whimpered. “Get it out! Get it out!”
Buffy stood carefully and suppressed a grin. “What’s in your eyes?”
“My new moisturiser! I bought a new one with added sunscreen and it got in my eyes - the sunscreen is stinging them!” A snort escaped unbidden and Buffy noticed Dawn still. She turned her reddened eyes toward her and glared. “It’s not funny! It really, really hurts!”
“I’m sorry Dawn. It’s just, what with our lives and everything, sunscreen in your eyes is hardly up there with apocalypse.”
“It is if I go blind!”
Buffy escorted her to the bathroom to help wash her eyes and Dean sat back on the couch with a smile. The memory hit him like a freight train.
“DEAN!”
Dean came running from his bedroom to see a four-year-old Sam coughing and spluttering on the lounge. A cartoon parrot chased a mouse across the screen but all Dean saw was his baby brother. There was a retching sound and Dean was across the lounge room in a second, his eyes doing a quick sweep for anything supernatural before landing solely on Sam
“What’s wrong?”
He tried to keep the panic out of his voice, he really did, but he had no idea what was wrong and no idea how to fix it. Sam pointed to his mouth and his face screwed up in disgust.
“It went in!”
Dean pried open Sam’s mouth and began searching for something that was small enough to fit in a preschooler’s mouth. He frantically thought about every demon he’d ever heard of and tried to weed out any that would try and enter a human, something that might try and take over their body.
“What was it Sammy?! What was it?!”
Sam batted his hands away and retched again. “A fly! It flew straight into my mouth and went down my throat!”
Dean took a step back. His brain took in all of the information and concluded that the danger wasn’t real. He was furious, relieved and, more than anything, amused. He doubled over in laughter and fell to the floor as his body was wracked with laughter. He could hear Sam torn between trying to cough up the fly and stop him from laughing but each time he cried, “It’s not funny!” only made him laugh all that much harder.
Buffy was kneeling in front of him and as he blinked, she swam into vision. Her brow was creased in confusion.
“It’s Sam. He’s my brother.”
~*~*~*~
Reunion
“Just make sure you take a deep breath, okay?”
Dean took a step back from the young Slayer and watched as she lined up the shot. A loud bang rang out but it was the sound of a familiar voice calling his name that had him jump. He turned quickly around and as his eyes locked with the blue eyes of his brother, his memories came flooding back. He slowly looked at the man behind Sam and found himself searching for those yellow eyes, the ones that had tortured and nearly killed him and relished in it. There was nothing but the tired eyes of his father and Dean found himself wondering if his father had stayed with Sam since he’d disappeared. Sam didn’t even look back at John before running across the room and throwing his arms around Dean.
He closed his eyes as Sam’s arms wrapped around his neck and he found that there wasn’t a single gap in his memories, not a single thing he couldn’t recall. When his eyes opened, he found his father behind Sam and he reached out as his father offered him a strong hug.
“We knew you weren’t dead! We just knew it. They told us that you’d been thrown clear, most likely that we’d never find your body but as soon as Dad got out we started turning everything upside down.”
“But how did you…?”
John gave a half smile. “A Mr Giles put out word that there was a Hunter here who had lost his memories; could only remember his first name - Dean. Word got to a contact of mine and we headed straight here.”
Dawn came to stand beside Dean and extended her hand to John. “Hello, I’m Dawn Summers. I’d like to say Dean’s told us all about you but you’d know I was lying.” Her smile brightened and she pointed to the door behind them. “We’re actually in the middle of a class here so we’ve set aside a conference room for you to talk.”
She held her genuine smile as she led them from the classroom to the conference room and Dean looked around. Most of the students were heading back to whatever task they had been doing before but he noticed one blonde missing from the room. He began heading toward the conference room but when he reached the corridor, he found his feet leading him to the right, not left. He headed up the stairs and when he opened the door in front of him, he saw her sitting behind her desk, looking out of the window.
“Buffy?”
She turned around with a watery smile. “It’s great to see your family here. You must be so relieved to have your memories back.”
He walked across the room and wrapped his arms around her. “I’m glad I have my memories back,” he whispered in her ear, “But that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten everything that’s happened since I lost them.”
She didn’t say anything but her arms tightened around him and he placed a soft kiss in her hair.
~*~*~*~
Epilogue
Buffy feigned right and then left, as she dodged blows. The vamp went high and she ducked underneath his arm and rolled behind him. By the time he turned around, she was waiting with a stake. He exploded in a cloud of dust leaving only the cheeky smirk of Dean.
“Sweetheart, I’ve told you before - I can help you release all of that pent up frustration!”
She rolled her eyes and lunged, sending them both sprawling to the ground. In a swift move, he flipped them over and bent down to offer her a kiss. As she leant up, she pulled down hard on his shoulder and flipped him over, effectively swapping their positions. Buffy had time to see a devilish glint in his eye before he reached up and pulled her down to him, kissing her thoroughly.
“You know we’re supposed to be patrolling, right?”
“Mhmm.”
“And that there’re probably vamps getting away right now?”
“Mhmm.”
Buffy grinned as she kissed his mouth. “Good. Just thought I’d check.”
She kissed him once more before he pulled away and held her face still. “You know I’m not going anywhere, right?”
“Dean…”
“No, listen, I’m glad that I have my family back. I’m glad I have my memories back. But I can’t just forget everything that has happened to me since the accident.”
“You have a life.”
“Yeah, and it’s my choice what I do with it. Saving people, hunting things; that’s my job. I can do that anywhere. I can do that with you.”
“What about your Dad and Sam? You can’t just leave them.”
“Dad has always done things on his own; he won’t hang around Sam just for the sake of it. I’m not saying we don’t have some loose ends to tie up - we do. We have to find the demon that killed Mum and Jess. Sam and I were just taking out everything in our path until we found it. But you’ve got resources here that we’ve never had before. If we have any chance of finding the demon, it’s with your help. Besides, you have a knack for attracting trouble and could probably use some muscle around.”
“Attracting trouble? Like you?”
He grinned at her. “Sweetheart, I’m nothing but trouble.”
“I don’t doubt that.” She leant in and gave him a soft kiss. “You don’t have to stay just for that,” she added solemnly, “We can give you the information when we get it.”
He sat up suddenly. “You don’t get it. I can give you a million good reasons to stay but I only have one that’s important. I’m in love with you. And I’m not going to pack it up and leave when you’re right here.”
A slow grin crept onto her face and she leant forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and falling into the warmth of his body. She took a deep breath and rested her head on his shoulder and decided that there was enough time to sort things out between them. For now, it was just them.
Sunscreen
Holiday - Meeting The Extended Family
Wedding
Wedding - Shower
Fireworks
Cooking Together
Fair/Carnival
Butterfly Kisses
Pets
Holiday - One Person Sick
First Date
Anniversary - One Partner Sick
WILD CARD
Baby - Adoption
Lazy Sunday
Illness - Shared
Making Out
reading aloud
Kid!fic - Vacation
Secret Admirer
Sunburn
Watching The Game
Reunion
Eskimo Kisses
Candles
Challenge issued by chosenfire28 at R66
Okay I have no self control when it comes to making challenges.
After the wreck the PTB’s get off their ass and interfere for a good cause, they send a broken Dean to a certain blonde Slayer.
Now Buffy has to deal with a hot guy with no memories in her apartment and things only get more confusing when he starts patrolling with her and is a pretty damn good decent fighter.
Requirements
- Buffy lives with Dawn and Faith somewhere in the U.S, most predictably the Cleveland Hellmouth.
- John and Sam look for Dean after he goes missing both refusing to believe he’s dead.
- All Dean remembers at first is his first name and the fact that he likes blondes.
- Bits of Dean’s memory start to return as he grows closer to Buffy and they start a relationship.
- Dean beats up one of Dawn’s dates after the guy insults her.
- Xander and Dean get along.
- Dean starts training some of the mini Slayers for something to do.
- Dean gets sick and Buffy nurses him back to health.
- John and Sam eventually find Dean - either they track him down somehow or Missouri tells them. When Dean sees them his memories come back.
- Something stops Dean from leaving Buffy, something big; use your imagination.
7_crossovers - Theme Set #4
Author: SkylarGrace
Fandom: BtVS/SPN1. Eloquent2. Forgive3. Sensual 4. Flavour5. Rose6. Blinded7. DelicateProgress: 7/7
7_crossovers - Theme Set #5
Author: SkylarGrace
Fandom: BtVS/SPN1. Frantic2. Clothing Malfunction3. Hello Ducky 4. Long Fall5. Tackle6. Duck And Roll7. SlipperyProgress: 7/7
7_crossovers - Theme Set #8
Author: SkylarGrace
Fandom: BtVS/SPN1. Dream2. Damsel In Distress3. Castle 4. Magic5. Phoenix6. Supernatural7. WingsProgress: 7/7
Frantic! | Forgive? | Candles| Remember| Whistle| Phoenix| Family| Flavour| Eloquent| Damsel
Supernatural| Pets| Castle| Slippery| Fireworks| Tackle| Sunburn| Flying| Holidays| Kisses| Date
Wedding| Blind| Reunion| Epilogue?
~*~*~*~
Fireworks
Dean held her in his arms and she felt as though she was gliding as they moved around the room. Neither one knew how to dance but they were content to just be moving together as other couples moved around them. The suit Dawn had managed to get for him fit perfectly and the dark blue tie he was wearing perfectly matched her dress. She suspected that Dawn had deliberately picked that colour tie in order to force her to wear that particular dress. Dawn had always loved the floor-length strapless although Buffy rarely wore it because she felt too self-conscious in it. His hand was resting on her back but he’d absentmindedly begun drawing lazy, sensual circles with his thumb on the edge of the dress. She noticed his eyes were moving all around the room as though he was scoping it out but she could tell by the distracted look that it wasn’t the case.
The spell that Dawn had cast over the reception area seemed to have worked; even she’d had little faith that it would. The ceremony had gone off without a hitch and the guests were all mingling around the dance floor, occasionally stopping to shake hands with the smiling Bride and Groom.
Buffy took a deep breath and felt the arms encircling her waist tighten. She laced her fingers around his neck and it was when she looked up that she was caught off guard. His lips touched hers and she could have sworn that fireworks went off in her brain. His kiss was tentative as though he was caught off too but when she pressed further toward him, he pulled her close and the next kiss took her breath away. For a moment the whole world fell away demons or ghosts or whatever was stalking the Bride was at the back of her mind. Working was at the back of her mind. All that she could think about was the man whose arms were wrapped tightly around her waist and who was holding her close. When he broke the kiss, the world came rushing back and the sound of chatter, the tinkling of glasses and the merriment and laughter became real again. She wished she could say she was embarrassed or that she regretted it but she couldn’t find it within herself to say either of those things. She knew the possibility that he had someone waiting for him but if that was the way he kissed every woman than she didn’t know why nobody was missing him yet.
She stared up into his green eyes and saw him struggling with something, as though he were fighting an internal battle, and then she knew the moment he gave up. Something fell away and the corner of his mouth turned up in a small smile. She returned it with one of her own and he reached down and gave her a soft kiss. He might have a family out there that would one day claim him and he would remember who they were and who he was - but until then, she was going to keep all of the moments she could.
~*~*~*~
Tackle
He tripped and unintentionally tackled her to the ground, the earth feeling hard and rocky underneath him. He saw Faith give chase and the vamp was down before he could blink but he was having trouble moving. He would be one of the last people to complain about lying next to her but he knew something was off and he wished he could get through the fog in his head so that he could figure out what it was. Buffy didn’t move either and when Faith loomed over them with a concerned look, Dean knew something was definitely off. There was a short moment where the entire world spun crazily out of control and he closed his eyes against it hoping it would stop.
When he opened his eyes, he was looking at Buffy’s dresser.
Dean struggled to remember how he got home after patrol but he kept coming up with blanks. He barely remembered leaving the apartment to go out on patrol and when Dawn came in with a small blue bowl of water, he looked at her questioningly and hoped she would answer his questions.
“You’re sick. Something happened at the wedding because more than half of the guests are sick like this. The Bride’s father has already died but we’re gonna figure it out. I promise.”
He leaned forward as much as he could. “Buffy?”
Pushing him back down onto the bed, she rung out the cloth and placed it on his forehead. “She’s about the same although in a little better condition than you. Her Slayer healing is preventing her from going downhill as fast but she’s running out of energy. I think this is some kind of spell. I made a ph- “
Dean opened his eyes and noticed the dresser. It looked exactly the same as it had before but he seemed to be looking at it on an angle. As he turned his head he noticed he was no longer lying on his back in the bed and was now in the recovery position. The stench below him provided proof that at some point he had thrown up though when he looked down, he noticed the bucket was clean and was only carrying a residual smell. He tried to think back to the reception to remember if anyone had stood out, if the food or drink had tasted funny or if there was some common thread amongst the guests that would explain why they were all sick. All he could remember was glitter and confetti and Buffy’s lips. Glitter, confetti and Buffy’s lips. Glitter, confetti and Buffy’s lips. There was a flash of a memory about the confetti showering everyone on the dance floor. It seemed important and yet seemed to have absolutely no basis whatsoever so he dismissed the thought. Nothing he could remember would explain it but he didn’t even get the chance to tell whoever was walking into the room because his eyes closed and the darkness consumed him once more.
~*~*~*~
Sunburn
She scratched her arm and gritted her teeth in pain. Willow had managed to help Dawn with a spell to heal them but the after effect was a nasty ‘sunburn’ type rash over their bodies. It was only going to last another 48 hours but Buffy was just dying to scratch. She was sitting in her office at the school and was trying to finish the paperwork that Faith had left for her. She slammed her pen down in frustration as she read the same paragraph for the fourth time in a row and still didn’t understand a single bit of it. She couldn’t remember much of the last 48 hours but there was one thing her mind kept playing in surround sound technicolour detail - her and Dean kissing.
Buffy had wanted to talk things over with him. Get to an understanding so that they both knew where they stood. She didn’t want to think of it as a mistake, even if her brain was telling her that getting involved with a memory impaired stranger was. The more she thought about it, the more she realised that this was really a make or break moment. She was invested enough as it was and it had nothing to do with her being lonely. There was something about Dean which struck a chord with her and she was really hoping there was nothing evil about him. Her track record thus far hadn’t been great but as soppy and childish as it sounded, she felt that Dean was different.
Buffy was glad that Dean was on the road to recovery. He didn’t have Slayer healing so he’d been worse than she was before Dawn had gotten to him but he was sleeping off the spell and she hoped he would be up for a discussion later. The only thing worrying her was the sick feeling in her gut. The very thought that he might have forgotten about the kiss, or worse yet, regretted it, was entirely too heartbreaking to admit and if she was having trouble with the mere thoughts her mind was suggesting, how exactly was her heart supposed to handle it?
She didn’t want to say she was in love with him - it was too strong a word for two people who hadn’t met that long ago - but she was struggling to define what it was. She could have talked it out with Willow but she was still in Egypt rounding up Slayers and Buffy wasn’t ready yet to talk to Dawn or Faith. They were polar opposites when it came to matters of the heart and she didn’t want to swing in either direction. Her happy little spot in the middle was just fine for now.
Buffy looked across at the clock on the wall which had been ticking excruciatingly slow over the last several hours and almost jumped out of her seat when she realised it was 4pm. She wanted to go home where she would be able to stop thinking about it and driving herself nuts but she recognised that Dean would also be there and probably awake. She picked up her keys and walked out the door.
~*~*~*~
Flying
Buffy carefully pushed open the door and glanced around the empty apartment. The room was completely still and from the kitchen she could just hear the sound of the clock ticking. There was no sign of Dean but she let out the breath she didn’t even realise she was holding when she saw the note on the fridge. It was on yellow Garfield note paper and in Dawn’s cursive handwriting.
Dean is taking a little bit longer to heal. Gone out to get some things for dinner. Be back by 6.
She gave a small nod before dropping her keys on the servery and edging toward her bedroom. As she peered in, the waning sunlight from the lounge room fell on Dean and she stepped inside quietly. He was still asleep, his body fighting off the poison from the spell and trying to bring back the natural body balance. He turned his head to the side before bringing it back up quickly and she frowned at whatever dream he was struggling with. She hated being sick and although she had yet to meet someone who enjoyed it, she suspected Dean hated it as well. A bead of perspiration slid down his forehead and Buffy picked up the wash cloth from the small blue bowl on the bedside table and wrung most of the water out. Placing the cloth on his forehead, she allowed the remains of the cold water to slide into his hair and down is face. He was still hot to the touch and she placed a small, soft kiss on his forehead, her lips heating up when they touched his skin.
Cooling the cloth down, she drew languid circles over his face and neck with the cloth and nearly jumped out of her seat when he reached up and held her arm. She watched his face for any movement but realised he was still asleep. Her arm felt hot where his hand was touching it and as she replaced it back on his chest, she ran the cool cloth over it. The water fell over his arm and hand and seeped into the shirt he was wearing.
She found her eyes blinking slower and slower as she drew the cool wash cloth over his heated skin and the realisation that she was still fighting off the poison in her own system had her getting clumsily to her feet and moving out of the room. She held on to the wall for support as she grew more and more tired and stumbled into Dawn’s room and onto her bed just as her eyes were closing. Making a last ditch effort, Buffy pulled her entire body onto the bed and curled into a ball. She knew that Dawn would be home soon, would take care of Dean and check in on her. Faith was taking her patrol and she’d already frozen meals for the week so everybody would be fine. With that knowledge, she closed her eyes and succumbed to sleep.
~*~*~*~
Holidays
Buffy ran around the side of a tall hedge and ran headlong into a boy. She managed to stammer out an apology as she rubbed the small scratches the branches had made when she’d gotten too close. The older boy looked down at her with an annoyed glance and quickly sidestepped her as he moved in the opposite direction. She gave him a cursory glance of confusion before looking at the park in front of her. There were three distinct areas and she gave a little smile at the size of it. One section was entirely devoted to swings. She loved to sail high into the air and jump just as she reached the peak. Her only problem was that she’d come to the park with her father and Dawn while her mother got to sleep in at the hotel. Her father was pushing Dawn’s pram and each turn of the wheels was sounding louder and louder as they neared.
Buffy quickly scanned the second area; it was filled with an assortment of slides and climbing equipment but it was the third area, the one she had labelled the ‘baby’ area that had her moving forward. In amongst all of the equipment for toddlers and young children, was a playhouse. The small plastic blinds were shut and she ran for it as fast as her legs could carry her.
She jumped into the house with a squeal of delight and as the door shut behind her, she saw the wide eyes of a small sitting in the corner. The words tumbled out of her mouth before she had time to think about it and as the tears pooled, she wished she could take it back.
“Are you lost?”
The small boy nodded and she moved to sit next to him. “It’s okay, I’m sure we can find your mum.”
The boy shook his head and the tears began to fall down his cheeks. She placed an arm around his shoulders. She was still unsure about Dawn. She loved her, and it appeared that Dawn loved her too, but her father had been spending less time at home since Dawn was born and she wasn’t sure why. Either way, both her Mum and Dad had told her that Dawn was her baby sister and that she needed to look after her. Looking at the boy next to her, she wondered that if she could help him find his parents then she should be able to look after a baby.
Her father called her name somewhere outside and she looked across at the little boy. “What’s your name?”
The blind on the window suddenly opened and a face peered in, sunlight spilling behind him. The boy she had run into earlier looked relieved upon seeing the boy beside her and quickly moved around to the door. He looked at her questioningly before reaching his hand out.
“Come on, Sammy! I told you to stay with me! Dad’ll freak if he finds out you went missing again.”
The small boy leapt up quickly and grabbed the hand as if it were a life preserver and Buffy stood, startled at the sudden movement. As the older boy moved quickly out of the playhouse and across the park, Buffy stuck her head out and watched them leave. They had just disappeared around the corner of a hedge when a shadow fell over her.
“I told you not to run off Buffy! You need to be able to see me at all times!”
Buffy looked across at her smiling sister and gave her a genuine smile before looking up at her father. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I just wan-“
Buffy sat up quickly and looked around the dark room. Dawn’s bed was empty still and Buffy ran a tired hand over her face. She puzzled over the memory briefly as she lay back down but when her head hit the pillow, her eyes closed and sleep claimed her.
~*~*~*~
Kisses
He woke up to the feeling of butterfly kisses on his cheek and he opened his eyes in confusion. Buffy was sitting on the floor beside the bed with a mischievous grin across her face.
“Wake up! It’s time to get up and you’ve been sleeping all day, sleepy head!”
He rolled over and looked at the alarm clock. It read 6:45 am and he frowned in confusion. “It’s not even seven yet!”
“But if we don’t go soon, the stores will shut and I won’t be able to get my wings!”
“Huh?”
“My Slayer wings. I won’t be able to fly without them and if I can’t fly, I can’t keep up with the others. Besides, Sam is looking for you. He says you should have woken up before now and if you don’t call soon, he’ll go somewhere else.”
“Why is Sam looking for me? He knows I’m here!” he protested.
Even though he was terribly confused, everything was making sense and it was beginning to frustrate him.
“He doesn’t. You told him to count to ten before he came looking and he cheated and only counted to three. He still didn’t see where you went.” She giggled uncontrollably and Dean leant forward and gave her a soft kiss on the mouth. He loved the way she tasted. The way she moved and the way she talked. The sudden realisation of that had him pulling back.
The scream did in his mouth when he saw his broken and beaten body in the car next to him and the front of a truck coming straight for him. There was a bright light and he shut his eyes against it. When he opened them, he was floating on the sea and the only landmass he could see was a tiny island with a single tree on it. Swinging from the tree was Buffy, her swing climbing higher and higher into the air as she moved back and forth. He reached out for her but there was a tug on his leg. He looked down and noticed a thick black cord tied to his ankle and when he followed it along, he noticed that it was being held by someone who looked exactly like him. The other him opened a flask and poured the liquid into the water. The sea turned black where the liquid touched it and it spread all the way to the island until it was surrounding it. He tried to scream out to Buffy but she couldn’t hear him and he watched in horror as she bent down to take a drink from it. She brought it up to her lips and…
Dean sat up suddenly and breathed heavily. He knew it was just a dream, knew that it didn’t make any sense but something kept niggling in the back of his mind. He knew it had something to do with someone looking for him but he just couldn’t remember who it was. He closed his eyes, lay back down on the pillow and was asleep in minutes.
~*~*~*~
Date
Dean paused momentarily in the hall to let his eyes adjust before strolling into the kitchen and taking a glass off of the dish rack. He filled it up with cold water and took a huge gulp. He was about to bring the glass up to his mouth a second time when he heard footsteps outside the front door. Instinctively, he went on alert before he recognised the sound of Dawn’s voice and his muscles relaxed. Taking another gulp of water, he poured the rest down the drain and set it on the sink.
“So, do you wanna have some coffee?”
Dean started for the bedroom.
“Uh, no. It’s getting late and I have to get up early tomorrow. I’ve got an early class and I need to prep for it.”
“That’s alright, we’ll just have a hot chocolate. Something to send you off to sleep.”
Dean halted, felling guilty that he was listening to Dawn’s conversation and yet, there was a part of him that kept him rooted to the spot.
“Thanks for the offer but no. Think I’ll just go straight to bed.”
“Want some company?”
“Look, you might be a really nice guy but I just don’t think we click very well. Thanks for the evening though. And the rose.”
“You look. You’ve been sending me signals all night - I don’t think we’ve gotten our wires crossed but I’m not gonna let you back out now just because you’re getting cold feet. Things that are supposed to be just take some work.”
“You’re not gonna let me? You’ve had too much to drink - just sleep it off and you’ll see things a lot clearer in the morning. Goodnight.”
“You’re a real tease, you know that? Don’t think I’m gonna be trailing ‘round you after this - there’s plenty of better fish in the sea!”
Dean yanked the door open and had a brief moment to register the surprised looks before he noticed the uncomfortable distance between the two. Without thinking, his fist flew out and hit the guy square in the jaw. The man fell hard into the opposite wall and glared in anger.
“Get out of here.” Dean almost growled as he tried to reign in his anger. “Now.”
He watched as the man’s eyes flickered over to Dawn and back again before he pushed himself upright and straightened out his jacket. Turning his chin up, he walked back down the hall and headed for the stairs. Dean felt Dawn slip into the apartment behind him and his shoulders eased. He turned around and headed inside only to be stopped when he met three pairs of eyes. Pushing back the residual anger, he met the eyes of the blonde and offered a small shrug as he closed the front door behind him.
“He was out of line.”
She raised both eyebrows in surprise and he slipped past the women into the bedroom. He needed time to think about what had just happened and until he could explain it to himself, there’s was no way he could explain it to somebody else.
~*~*~*~
Wedding
Buffy looked down at her shoes and smiled. Dean had picked them out and even added love hearts to them in permanent black marker. The hearts completely ruined the shoes but she smiled anyway because it was as though he was right there with her. The door opened behind her and Dawn poked her head in. Buffy saw her smile and immediately ran for the door. He was waiting.
As she walked down the long dark corridor, she could hear the sounds of her heels on the ground clicking away and, a few steps back, Dawn’s. She fiddled with the cross around her neck as she walked. She wasn’t nervous, just impatient. He’d been waiting for a while and she needed to get to him. To see him. To know he was staying. Behind her she heard Dawn talking to someone called Sam but she didn’t turn around, nor did she wait for them. Instead, she pushed open the double doors and strolled straight in.
He was there. Standing at the end of the path and looking absolutely amazing, although she had to admit that his smile just about lit up everything around him. It seemed like she blinked and found herself beside him because suddenly she was in his arms and he placed an eskimo kiss on her nose. She looked down at their entwined hands but when she opened her mouth there was a loud creaking and she turned to see a shadow in the doorway.
“Sam?”
Dean seemed quite confused but when he looked back at her it was only with regret. He kissed the tip of her nose once before walking away toward the shadowy figure. She tried to run, to chase after him, but he was moving too quickly and she wasn’t fast enough. Her dress caught on her shoes and she tripped. She looked up in time to see the door close behind him.
“Dean!”
She sat up quickly and found herself in the lounge room asleep on the lounge. At some point, someone had placed a blanket over her but she was sweating now and threw off the blanket in the hopes of cooling down. She remembered lying down on the lounge to keep an eye out in case Dawn’s date tried to come back but she must have fallen asleep. She rubbed her eyes but paused when she felt someone watching her. Buffy turned to see Dean in the doorway.
“Sorry, you must have been having a nightmare. I came out because you called my name.”
Buffy looked at her hands. “Yeah, there was someone there. Someone you knew.”
“Do they have a name?”
“Sam.”
The syllable seemed to cause him to stiffen and a small frown appeared on his forehead. He looked across at her as if he was trying to determine just how much info she still had and she stood and faced him. She knew what he was going to say before he even said it and it caused the pit of her stomach to drop.
“I’ve dreamt of him too.”
~*~*~*~
Blind
“Buffy!”
The strangled cry came from the bedroom and Dean and Buffy looked up as Dawn raced into the room, her arms flailing wildly and tears falling from her reddened eyes. Buffy sat up confused.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s in my eyes!” she said as she fanned her eyes and whimpered. “Get it out! Get it out!”
Buffy stood carefully and suppressed a grin. “What’s in your eyes?”
“My new moisturiser! I bought a new one with added sunscreen and it got in my eyes - the sunscreen is stinging them!” A snort escaped unbidden and Buffy noticed Dawn still. She turned her reddened eyes toward her and glared. “It’s not funny! It really, really hurts!”
“I’m sorry Dawn. It’s just, what with our lives and everything, sunscreen in your eyes is hardly up there with apocalypse.”
“It is if I go blind!”
Buffy escorted her to the bathroom to help wash her eyes and Dean sat back on the couch with a smile. The memory hit him like a freight train.
“DEAN!”
Dean came running from his bedroom to see a four-year-old Sam coughing and spluttering on the lounge. A cartoon parrot chased a mouse across the screen but all Dean saw was his baby brother. There was a retching sound and Dean was across the lounge room in a second, his eyes doing a quick sweep for anything supernatural before landing solely on Sam
“What’s wrong?”
He tried to keep the panic out of his voice, he really did, but he had no idea what was wrong and no idea how to fix it. Sam pointed to his mouth and his face screwed up in disgust.
“It went in!”
Dean pried open Sam’s mouth and began searching for something that was small enough to fit in a preschooler’s mouth. He frantically thought about every demon he’d ever heard of and tried to weed out any that would try and enter a human, something that might try and take over their body.
“What was it Sammy?! What was it?!”
Sam batted his hands away and retched again. “A fly! It flew straight into my mouth and went down my throat!”
Dean took a step back. His brain took in all of the information and concluded that the danger wasn’t real. He was furious, relieved and, more than anything, amused. He doubled over in laughter and fell to the floor as his body was wracked with laughter. He could hear Sam torn between trying to cough up the fly and stop him from laughing but each time he cried, “It’s not funny!” only made him laugh all that much harder.
Buffy was kneeling in front of him and as he blinked, she swam into vision. Her brow was creased in confusion.
“It’s Sam. He’s my brother.”
~*~*~*~
Reunion
“Just make sure you take a deep breath, okay?”
Dean took a step back from the young Slayer and watched as she lined up the shot. A loud bang rang out but it was the sound of a familiar voice calling his name that had him jump. He turned quickly around and as his eyes locked with the blue eyes of his brother, his memories came flooding back. He slowly looked at the man behind Sam and found himself searching for those yellow eyes, the ones that had tortured and nearly killed him and relished in it. There was nothing but the tired eyes of his father and Dean found himself wondering if his father had stayed with Sam since he’d disappeared. Sam didn’t even look back at John before running across the room and throwing his arms around Dean.
He closed his eyes as Sam’s arms wrapped around his neck and he found that there wasn’t a single gap in his memories, not a single thing he couldn’t recall. When his eyes opened, he found his father behind Sam and he reached out as his father offered him a strong hug.
“We knew you weren’t dead! We just knew it. They told us that you’d been thrown clear, most likely that we’d never find your body but as soon as Dad got out we started turning everything upside down.”
“But how did you…?”
John gave a half smile. “A Mr Giles put out word that there was a Hunter here who had lost his memories; could only remember his first name - Dean. Word got to a contact of mine and we headed straight here.”
Dawn came to stand beside Dean and extended her hand to John. “Hello, I’m Dawn Summers. I’d like to say Dean’s told us all about you but you’d know I was lying.” Her smile brightened and she pointed to the door behind them. “We’re actually in the middle of a class here so we’ve set aside a conference room for you to talk.”
She held her genuine smile as she led them from the classroom to the conference room and Dean looked around. Most of the students were heading back to whatever task they had been doing before but he noticed one blonde missing from the room. He began heading toward the conference room but when he reached the corridor, he found his feet leading him to the right, not left. He headed up the stairs and when he opened the door in front of him, he saw her sitting behind her desk, looking out of the window.
“Buffy?”
She turned around with a watery smile. “It’s great to see your family here. You must be so relieved to have your memories back.”
He walked across the room and wrapped his arms around her. “I’m glad I have my memories back,” he whispered in her ear, “But that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten everything that’s happened since I lost them.”
She didn’t say anything but her arms tightened around him and he placed a soft kiss in her hair.
~*~*~*~
Epilogue
Buffy feigned right and then left, as she dodged blows. The vamp went high and she ducked underneath his arm and rolled behind him. By the time he turned around, she was waiting with a stake. He exploded in a cloud of dust leaving only the cheeky smirk of Dean.
“Sweetheart, I’ve told you before - I can help you release all of that pent up frustration!”
She rolled her eyes and lunged, sending them both sprawling to the ground. In a swift move, he flipped them over and bent down to offer her a kiss. As she leant up, she pulled down hard on his shoulder and flipped him over, effectively swapping their positions. Buffy had time to see a devilish glint in his eye before he reached up and pulled her down to him, kissing her thoroughly.
“You know we’re supposed to be patrolling, right?”
“Mhmm.”
“And that there’re probably vamps getting away right now?”
“Mhmm.”
Buffy grinned as she kissed his mouth. “Good. Just thought I’d check.”
She kissed him once more before he pulled away and held her face still. “You know I’m not going anywhere, right?”
“Dean…”
“No, listen, I’m glad that I have my family back. I’m glad I have my memories back. But I can’t just forget everything that has happened to me since the accident.”
“You have a life.”
“Yeah, and it’s my choice what I do with it. Saving people, hunting things; that’s my job. I can do that anywhere. I can do that with you.”
“What about your Dad and Sam? You can’t just leave them.”
“Dad has always done things on his own; he won’t hang around Sam just for the sake of it. I’m not saying we don’t have some loose ends to tie up - we do. We have to find the demon that killed Mum and Jess. Sam and I were just taking out everything in our path until we found it. But you’ve got resources here that we’ve never had before. If we have any chance of finding the demon, it’s with your help. Besides, you have a knack for attracting trouble and could probably use some muscle around.”
“Attracting trouble? Like you?”
He grinned at her. “Sweetheart, I’m nothing but trouble.”
“I don’t doubt that.” She leant in and gave him a soft kiss. “You don’t have to stay just for that,” she added solemnly, “We can give you the information when we get it.”
He sat up suddenly. “You don’t get it. I can give you a million good reasons to stay but I only have one that’s important. I’m in love with you. And I’m not going to pack it up and leave when you’re right here.”
A slow grin crept onto her face and she leant forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and falling into the warmth of his body. She took a deep breath and rested her head on his shoulder and decided that there was enough time to sort things out between them. For now, it was just them.