My Soul Dreams
Summary: Buffy and Dean were together until the day she dove off the tower to save her sister. 6 years later Dean Winchester crawls out of his grave, and begins to dream of his lost love. Is she trying to tell him something? And how is she connected to the looming apocalypse?
Pairing: Buffy/Dean. It's all I seem to write these days. Not gonna complain.
Raiting: Meh I don't know. We'll say R for now.
Disclaimer: I don't own em'. Don't sue.
AN: I've had this sitting in my computer for a bit and decided to unleash it onto the world. If people like it, I'll continue it. And no worries, I'm still working on my other B/D fics!
Dean walked into the house, tossing his jacket over the back of the sofa, before walking into the kitchen. "Hey, Princess." Dean greeted, sliding his hands around her waist, hugging her from behind.
"Hey." She said, turning her head slightly to kiss his cheek. "What do you want for dinner tonight? Pizza? Chinese?" She turned in his embrace, facing him now.
"How about… Buffy." He replied with a leer.
Her expression turned serious, almost fearful. "You have to find me, Dean." Buffy said seriously.
Dean looked at her, clearly confused. "What?"
"Please. They're pulling me back in. You have to find me!" She pleaded. "If they find me first, they'll make me stay with them."
"Baby, what are you talking about?" Dean asked desperately trying to get her to calm down.
"They're making me come back! If you don't find me, I have to stay with them. You have to find me first. You have to! They won't know what they've done." Buffy was sobbing now.
Dean pulled her close, running a hand through her hair, soothingly. "Baby, I'll find you." He whispered. "I'll always find you."
She pulled away to look at him. "Please. You have to find me first. I wanna be with you. If they find me first I have to stay with them even though it's not my place anymore. Please, Dean." She begged.
Buffy began to fade right before his eyes. "Buffy!"
"Dean! Please, Dean! Dean!"
"Dean!" Sam's voice pulled Dean from his dream. Dean shot up, nearly colliding with Sam, who was leaning over him.
"Dean? Are you okay?" Sam asked, concern creasing his features.
Dean shook his head, trying to clear it. "What?" He asked groggily.
"You were screaming, Dean. What the hell were you dreaming about?"
Dean's face grew hard as the dream came back to him. He stood up, reaching next to the bed and grabbing his bag. "Pack it up, Sam. We gotta go." Dean said shortly.
"What?" Sam asked, confused by his brother's sudden behavior. "Where are we going?"
10 minutes later, they were in the Impala, Dean slamming on the accelerator and peeling out of the parking lot.
"So, why are we going to Sunnydale all of a sudden?" Sam asked a few minutes later.
"Something I need to check on." Dean said his eyes focused on the road.
"Sunnydale, that's in California, right?"
"So you jump out of bed after screaming in your sleep about someone named Buffy, and now you're driving like a bat out of hell towards Sunnydale. You're leaving out a lot here, Dean." Sam said, sounding a bit irritated. "Who's Buffy?"
Dean clenched his jaw. He'd never told Sam about her. He couldn't… the pain had been too raw. Hell, it was still too raw and it had been over 6 damn years. But now… if what he suspected was about to go down… he was gonna need Sam's help.
Dean swallowed and took a deep breath. "Buffy was… she was my fiancée, 6 years ago." Dean said quietly.
Sam's eyebrows shot to his hairline. "What?"
Dean cleared his throat. "Yeah." He shot a sidelong glance at Sam. "What? You think I didn't have a life while you were at Stanford?"
"No it's not that, it's just I didn't really peg you for the marrying type."
"Yeah well… she was different. She made me… made me want all those stupid apple pie life things that we both knew we'd never get. But hell, we tried." Dean said bitterly.
"Well, what happened?" Sam asked, still in shock at Dean's confession.
"She died, that's what happened." Dean snapped, trying and failing to reign in his emotions. This was why he never talked about her.
"Dean…"Sam began his voice soft.
"A week after I asked her to marry me… she took a swan dive off a tower, 6 stories up." Dean ground out.
"She killed herself?" Sam asked, horrified.
"Not so much. I mean in a sense yeah, but she had a reason. A non-suicidal type reason, I mean." Dean ran a hand through his hair. "Buffy was the Slayer, Sam. There was a thing with some hell bitch. She used Buffy's sister's blood to tear thorough the fabric between dimensions so she could go back to where she came from. Only way to stop it was for her sister to die. Buffy couldn't let that happen. So she took her place."
Sam was speechless and that was fine with Dean. He wasn't sure he could handle playing 20 questions with Sam much longer.
Luck was clearly not on Dean's side because after 10 minutes, Sam seemed to regain his voice.
"Why are we going to Sunnydale, Dean?" Sam asked his voice low and cautious.
"Because I think somebody might be trying to resurrect her."
That hadn't been was Sam was expecting, not that he really knew what he was expecting in the first place. "How do you know?"
"I don't know. But I had a dream about her. She was scared Sam… I've never had a dream like that about her before in my life, and believe me I've had A LOT of dreams about her. So I gotta make sure." Dean said, pressing harder on the accelerator.
"So… what are we there to do, Dean? Stop it or make sure it happens?" Sam asked, watching Dean closely.
"Stop it." Dean said quietly.
"Why would you wanna do that? I mean, don't you want her back?"
"Of course I want her back!" Dean shouted. "Not a damn day goes by that I don't want her back! But I don't want anyone messin' with her. She's not in hell, Sam! She was saying someone or something was pulling her back in, and she was terrified." Dean exhaled harshly. "And if I find out it's that bastard Castiel doing this shit, I swear I'll cut his angelic head off."
"Well, Dean, you said yourself, it was just a dream. You don't actually know if that's what's going on." Sam pointed out.
"I felt her, Sam. In the dream, I could feel her in ways I haven't been able to in years. I don't think it was just a dream." Dean said seriously.
They got into Sunnydale a few hours after nightfall. Dean went immediately to the cemetery she was buried in.
What he found when he went to her grave made all the color drain from his face. "Sam."
"Oh my god." Sam said.
There were ashes and melted candles and a broken urn, a tell tale sign of a ritual only a few feet from her grave. A grave that had a distinct hole in it surrounded by displaced soil.
Dean fisted his hands in his hair, letting out an anguished yell. Then he spun around and looked at Sam, fear, anger, and determination shining in his eyes. "We need to find her."
Sam and Dean wandered the streets for ten minutes before they heard a scuffle in a nearby alley.
Dean raced towards the sound. As he rounded the corner he saw a large scaly green demon, closing in on a small figure in black, huddled against a wall. Before Dean could blink, the figure lashed out at the demon, knocking it back several feet.
Dean raised his shot gun and fired two shots into the back of the demon's head, watching as it crumpled to the ground.
Dean raised his head and came face to face with the one woman he'd never stopped loving and had never imagined he's see again. "Buffy."
Buffy stumbled back, clinging to the wall behind her, clearly afraid.
"Hey, hey, sweetheart. I'm not going to hurt you." He said soothingly, moving slowly towards her. He heard Sam come into the alley but gestured subtly for him to stay back. "Hey, it's ok Buffy. It's me. It's Dean. You know me, princess." Dean swallowed, tears threatening to choke him.
"D-Dean?" Buffy stuttered out, hesitantly, her voice raw and unused.
"Yeah, Dean. You remember me."
Buffy let out a sob as Dean got closer. "Dean…" She whimpered.
That was all Dean needed. He rushed forward the rest of the way, scooping her up into his arms, holding her tightly. "Shh, baby, it's ok." He soothed.
"Dean." Sam said quietly, hoping he didn't startle the girl in his brother's arms. "Someone's coming."
Dean listened for a moment before gesturing for Sam to come deeper into the alley way, and the three of them hid behind a large dumpster. Dean frowned as he recognized not only the voices of the people who spoke, but that they were talking about Buffy.
"I know the spell would have worked!" Willow insisted. "I felt it. If that demon hadn't come and smashed the urn, we'd have Buffy back."
"M-Maybe it wasn't meant to work." Tara's soft voice could be heard saying. "I mean, think about it, that demon showing up at the exact wrong time…"
"But Tara we've been waiting for so long to be able to do this…it's been years just trying to get everything together… and now it's just….gone." Willow lamented.
"Come on; let's just find this demon so we can call it a night." A male's voice said that Dean was pretty sure was Xander.
Dean let out a breath and the passed the alley without incident. Buffy had remained still and quiet in his arms while they hid, just watching him with wide eyes. "Let's go, Sam." Dean whispered.
They crept out of the alley, making sure they weren't spotted.
Dean placed Buffy gently in the back seat of the Impala, before climbing into the driver's side and driving away.
A few minutes later, Dean stopped at a motel. Sam climbed out of the car and went to book a room. He came back a few minutes later and handed Dean the key.
Dean carried Buffy into the motel room before turning to Sam who was still standing in the doorway. He raised an eyebrow in question.
"I'm gonna give you guys a few minutes. You can get her cleaned up and stuff. I'll go grab some food." Sam said.
Dean nodded. "Okay. Thanks."
"But Dean… I hate to say this… but you need to test her." Sam said seriously, flinching at the look of anger that instantly appeared on Dean's face. "I'm not saying she's a demon. All I'm saying is we don't know what they did to bring her back. We need to be sure." Sam hastily explained.
Dean sighed, knowing Sam was right. "Yeah... I'll take care of it."
Sam nodded. "Alright." And he left the room.
Dean knelt at the foot of the bed where Buffy sat. He glanced down at her hands, seeing blood. "Hey princess, lemme see your hands." Dean said softly, knowing from personal experience the cause of those wounds. Dean sighed as he pulled out a small bottle of holy water. This would probably be easier that splashing some in her face.
Dean poured some of the holy water over her bloodied knuckles, sighing in relief when there was no reaction. "Christo." He muttered, just to be sure. Again, no reaction.
"How about we go get cleaned up, and then I'll bandage your hands. Sound good?" Dean suggested.
Buffy nodded. Dean placed his hand on the small of her back, guiding her into the small bathroom. He helped her remove her clothes and started the shower, letting it warm up. He helped her into the tub, but didn't join her, not wanting her to feel crowded or overwhelmed.
He handed her a bar of soap and some shampoo from his bag, then leaned back against the sink. Dean leaned his head back against the mirror, finally allowing himself to take a moment to let the events of the night sink in.
Buffy was alive.
She'd come back from the dead, just like he had; only he was fairly certain she hadn't been in hell.
Dean was furious at what her friends had done. He was glad there hadn't been a confrontation because he wasn't sure what he would have done to Willow. Stupid witch! Can't leave anything alone!
Even as his thoughts raged, he couldn't help the underlying joy and relief that was flowing through him at the thought of having her back in his life. She wasn't staying in Sunnydale. That was for damn sure. The things Buffy had said to him in the dream had begun to make a lot more sense. If her friends had found her first, they would have dragged her back home, back to the life and responsibilities and duties she'd already fulfilled. She'd wanted him to find her instead. She'd said she wanted to be with him. That thought warmed him to his core.
Dean heard the water shut off and quickly grabbed a towel for Buffy. He pulled back the curtain and wrapped her in the towel, placing a kiss on her forehead. "Come on."
They exited the bathroom and Buffy sat on the edge of the bed while Dean retrieved one of his shirts for her to wear.
He buttoned the buttons on the shirt for her, her torn knuckles making the job difficult for her to do on her own.
He grabbed some antiseptic and bandages and knelt in front of her again, taking her hands gently in his own. "You wanna know something, Princess? I got a set of these myself." He said, showing her his own healing knuckles. Hers were admittedly much worse than the ones he'd suffered, because she'd had to break out of an actual, solid casket. He'd only had to deal with a pine box.
"H-how? You… you died too?" Buffy looked horrified.
Dean nodded, bandaging her fingers. "I wasn't gone nearly as long as you though. And I doubt we went to the same place." Dean said with a grimace. He wasn't sure why he was telling her this. He hadn't talked about hell to anyone. Then again, Buffy had never been just anyone.
"What happened?" She asked quietly.
Dean sighed. "I made a deal with a demon to save Sam's life. As payment, my soul had to go to hell." He looked up into her now damp eyes. "But it's okay. You don't need to get upset about it. I'm back now and I'm not going anywhere."
Buffy still looked crushed. Dean got up onto the bed with her, wrapping his arms around her. "I did what I had to do, Princess. Just like you did for Dawn."
Buffy nodded in understanding. "How did you get out?"
Dean chuckled a little. "An angel pulled me out, if you can believe that."
Buffy started violently. "That was you?" Buffy asked, clearly alarmed.
Dean's brow furrowed. "What?"
"I… I was in heaven, Dean. While I was there I kept hearing some of the really powerful angels talking about having to pull a man from perdition. I had no idea that was you…" Buffy trailed off.
"So it's real then." Dean stated.
Buffy nodded. "It's real."
Dean looked up as he heard a knock on the door. "Sam?" Dean asked, just to be sure, in case they had been followed by one of Buffy's so called friends.
Dean pulled the door open and Sam entered the room, arms laden with fast food bags. Dean looked over at Buffy, noticing the sudden tension in her body. He moved back to her side.
"Baby, this is Sam." Dean said.
Buffy smiled slightly at the tall man.
Sam nodded at her. "Hey."
"You hungry?" Dean asked her.
Buffy shook her head.
"Will you eat a little bit anyway?"
After a moment, Buffy nodded, accepting the burger Sam held out to her.
After they'd eaten, Dean and Buffy got into bed, Dean curling protectively around her. That night Dean said a silent prayer that all this wasn't just a dream.
Like it? Hate it? Let me know. I have like another 3 chapters written. If people are into it, I'll post more.