A/N: This fic is set Pre SPN Season1 and BTVS Season 5 Episode 16 (The Body)
A/N2: I don't really have a proper name for the fic so if anyone could come up with a good one for me that would be much appreciated :)
Prologue:
"Dean... I need you." The choked sob that follows her whispered words stabs Dean right in the heart and he can practically see her trying to hold it together so that she can still breath.
"Buffy what happened?" He asks, the noise of the TV, in the motel room he is sharing with Sam, falling away and he tenses every muscle in his body waiting for the answer. Sam stops watching the TV, sits up on his bed, and stares at Dean intently, knowing that something is wrong. Dean closes his eyes, ready for the impact. Please not little Dawnie. Or Willow. Or Xander. Or Tara. Or Giles. Or…
"It's my mum. She's. She's dead." Joyce. Dean gets up from his spot, accidently knocking his duffle bag and knife off his bed in his hurry to move.
"I'll be there as quick as I can." He says closing his phone. "Sam, get your shit together." Dean says to his brother, as he starts stuffing his duffle bag with clothing and weaponry. Sam takes a moment to get up, but then he is racing round the small motel room with the same flurry of movement.
"Get in the car Sam, I'll be out in a sec." Dean says, tossing Sam the car keys. Sam hurries outside as Dean dials their Dad's phone number.
"This is John Winchester leave a message."
"Something has happened in Sunnydale, me and Sammy are heading over there. Joyce Summers died and we need to be there for Buffy. I don't give a damn what you are going to say about it." Dean hangs up the phone, knowing that his Dad is going to go mental at him when he gets the message. "Screw him." He says under his breath.
Dean storms out of the dingy roadside diner, headed straight for his baby. The late morning sun beats down on the black paint of the Impala and Dean jumps into the car. Sam is already sitting in the passenger seat, still not knowing what has happened, and looks over at Dean to see tears in his eyes.
"Who?" Sam asks quietly, his voice almost unheard over the roar of the engine starting.
"Joyce." Dean replies, rubbing the tears from his face and expelling the breath he has been holding since hearing Buffy's voice.
"We gotta get to Sunnydale." Sam says firmly. He closes his eyes for a moment, and a tear trickles down his cheek. He takes a shaky breath and opens his eyes to see that Dean hasn't moved yet.
"She was like a mother to us." Dean says, thumping the palm of his hand into the steering wheel and rubbing his forehead with his other hand. Sam bites his lip and tries to think of something to say to make Dean feel a tiny bit better, but comes up with nothing. Instead he puts his hand on Dean's shoulder and squeezes it. Dean gives Sam a weak smile in thanks and turns back to the front. Swallowing thickly and seating his jaw, Dean puts his music on and pulls out of the diner parking lot setting his course on Sunnydale.