May Angels Lead You In
Disclaimer – I don't own Supernatural or Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Hey guys, so I've given up on all my old stories and have decided to start afresh . If anyone wants to continue the previous stories, then post a message in the reviews of the story. So this is a Buffy and Supernatural crossover set in season 4 of Supernatural, and Dean's just gotten back from hell. It won't be totally identical to the episodes, I'm making a lot of changes to fit my story. Hope you enjoy it, review and let me know what you guys think ! xox
Chapter 1 – DPOV
I woke up with a jolt and tried to sit up. Taking in my surroundings, I started to panic. Flashbacks came screaming back to me, I'd been in hell, I'd been dead and now I was awake, lying in my own coffin. My first thought was Sam, I had to see if he was okay. With that thought, I began to punch the roof of the coffin. I felt the skin on my knuckles tare and I growled in pain. Eventually the roof gave way and dirt cascaded into my confinement. I tore at the wood until I could hall myself out. Pulling myself up, grasping onto vines in the ground to aid the climb, my hand finally reached the surface. I dug my fingers into the ground until I took my first breath of clean air. Squinting in the sunlight I looked around. I was in a field, with nothing but dead grass for miles. Turning back to where I had came from, I saw my grave, disturbed with a single wooden cross marking it. Sam had obviously still had hope that I might come back, guess I'm pretty relieved the kid didn't torch my ass. I began to walk aimlessly until I came to an old gas station. Looking inside, I saw it was abandoned. I broke in with ease and headed straight for the refrigerator. I grabbed a large bottle of water and downed it in three gulps. I took another and started looking around. I caught sight of the calendar, September 18th 2008, that can't be right, I've been gone for a year? Guess time's different in hell, felt like I'd been down there for fifty years. I grabbed the phone and called Sam's number, straight to answer, great. I tried a couple more times before finally trying Bobby.
"Hello?" Bobby said gruffly.
"Bobby? It's Dean." There was a pause and the line went dead. I dialled again.
"Bobby, it's me, it's..."
"Dean's dead, so whoever this is, stop calling! Jackass." Again with the hanging up. I guess I'll be paying him a visit then, since I have no way of tracking Sam. Then it hit me, was she okay? I sat on the stool behind the counter, she was the last face I saw, and the last words she said to me made me want to stay with her forever. Buffy ... I'm sorry.
Flashback –
Lilith was using Ruby as her meat suit. Sam was pinned against a wall and Buffy was lying on the floor next to him. I was fighting with Lilith trying to keep her devil dogs at bay. She threw me down onto a desk and I heard the clock strike midnight. I looked at Sam and Buffy, he was struggling against Lilith's hold with all his strength and Buffy was just coming out of unconsciousness. She looked it me with tears in her eyes and tried to run for me. Lilith threw held her back and dropped Sam to the ground. Lilith walked towards the door and before turning and walking away, she looked at me with a smile,
"Looks like your time's up Dean, time to come play with the big boys. Sick em boys."
I heard the growls and the hellhounds ran towards me. I vaguely heard Buffy and Sam screaming my name. But then I felt an agonizing rip down my abdomen, but it didn't stop there, they continued to bite and rip at my skin. They'd pulled me onto the floor, I could taste the blood in my mouth and knew this was it, Dean Winchester's days were over. I felt Sam shake me,
"Dean you can't go, I need you here, you have to stay awake, please Dean, please fight it!" He cried frantically. Then I felt Buffy's hand smooth over my face, I looked towards her. Her hair was matted in blood and tears adorned her blotchy cheeks.
"Dean, please don't leave me." She whispered. I tried to talk, to tell her how much I loved her, how much I wanted to stay, how scared I was at the idea of being without her or Sam, but the blood pooled at the back of my throat.
"Dean, you have to stay with me, Please." She cried and my heart ached.
"You can't just ... you can't just go, because, I'm pregnant." I forced my eyes open to search hers. She nodded and with a watery smile, she said the last thing I heard before I slipped away,
"That's right Dean, you're going to be a dad..."
End Flashback.
I sighed and wiped a few tears away. I walked over to the mirror and checked for my scars from hell, there was nothing, not a scratch. Even the scar on my eyebrow from chicken pox was gone. It was like I was brand new. Then when I lifted the sleeve of my t shirt, I got a little confused. I had a scar in the shape of a hand print wrapped around my arm. While I was examining it, I felt the room begin to shake, windows began to cave in and then I heard a flutter, like an eagles wings. I turned to see some stoner looking guy in a dirty trench coat. I looked him up and down,
"Who the hell are you?"
"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition." The guy answered. I looked at him a little confused.
"You expect me to believe that some guy got me out of hell?"
"I'm not just some guy Dean, I'm an angel of the Lord."
"And the crazy just keeps on coming..."
"You'd think you of all people would be a little more open minded." I rolled my eyes, this guy's unbelievable.
"Okay, so why'd you pull me out? What's so special about me huh?"
"You underestimate yourself Dean, I pulled you out, because God asked me to."
"God? What the hell would God want with me?"
"He has work for you Dean. But you'll understand that at a later date." He walked towards me and touched me on the forehead. All of a sudden I was standing at Bobby's door. I snapped out of my little daze and knocked on the door. Bobby answered without looking,
"If you're selling anything, I'm not..." He looked up suddenly. I smiled at his dumbstruck expression.
"Hi Bobby," He looked me up and down before launching at me with a silver blade, typical Bobby, what ever happened to a simple 'Hello'? I fought the blade out of his hand and held my arm out,
"Come on Bobby, if I was a demon, would you have been able to throw me over that salt line at your door? Or would I be able to do this?" I put the blade to my forearm and braced myself for the pain. Quickly I sliced into my skin and blood trickled down my arm." Bobby lowered his defence, looking at me stunned he pulled me into a hug,
"It's so good to see ya boy," He said.
"Yeah you too," He let me go and walked to a cabinet removing whiskey and two glasses.
"I can't believe you thought I was a demon Bobby, I mean come on, I'm decked out with protection charms and ..." Holy water, the son of a bitch threw holy water in my face. I opened my eyes,
"Was that really necessary?" He looked at me sheepishly.
"Better safe than sorry," He shrugged and passed me a whiskey. I downed it in one gulp.
"So how's Sam?" I asked him as he poured me another,
"As good as can be expected, obsessed with the hunt now, kinda reminds me of your dad actually. He's in town actually, staying with me just now." I nodded,
"So uh, where is he?" Bobby looked at me reluctantly,
"He's at Buffy's. Goes over there quite a lot actually, filling her in on new theories he has about getting you back, and obviously he feels connected to you being there." Bobby looked at me intently.
"I remember what Buffy said Bobby, did she ... go through with it?"
"Yeah she did, she couldn't bare to be apart from you and I guess this way, she always has a part of you." He smiled softly.
"So, I'm a dad?" I whispered, he nodded.
"That you are, kid's a little firecracker. I go over quite a lot too, she's just started crawling." He laughed.
"I have a daughter?" I looked at Bobby, his smile softened and he nodded. Just then the front door opened, Sam...
He walked into the front room and looked straight at me. I stood up,
"Hey Sammy," I smiled slightly, he'd gotten bigger, bulked out in the past year, not the scrawny little college boy I remember. He said nothing as he charged at me. Bobby got in his way,
"BOBBY LET ME GO, THERE'S A DEMON WEARING MY BROTHER AS A MEAT SUIT."
"Sam relax, I did all the tests, salt, silver, holy water. He's not a demon, he's Dean. It's him son." Sam looked at me on the brink of tears.
"Dean?" He asked.
"Yeah it's me Sammy." He pulled me into a hug,
"You don't know how good it is to see you man," He cried.
"Yeah, I know." I sighed.
"How did you get back?"
"I'll explain later, right now, I've gotta go see Buffy." Sam smiled,
"You bet your ass you do, you've got a one year old daughter you've still to meet." He punched my shoulder lightly,
"Geez Sammy, you're making me sound like a deadbeat dad, I was in hell, not in Vegas." I joked.
"Come on, we'll come with you. Buffy might not be so easy to convince about the whole you not being a demon thing." Sam said. We walked outside and I ran round to the drivers seat of my baby, Sam got in the passengers side and Bobby took his own car. As I revved up the engine, Sam turned to me,
"Ready to meet your daughter?"
"As ready as I'll ever be." With that I pulled out of Singer scrap yard.
So that's my first chapter, it's a little long, but I had to set the scene! Hope you guys like it. Review and let me know what you think Dee xox
