Title: In My Time of Dying
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners and I make no profit off them.
Pairings: Buffy/Dean, Sam/?
Spoilers: Buffy up to season 7, Supernatural season 1 and the In My Time of Dying season 2
Summary: After the crash Dean is haunting the hospital and meets up with another displaced spirit with a secret agenda. Dean thinks Buffy Summers is just a normal girl.
A/N: Okay here it is, finally the third chapter I know its been forever but the muse decides what's written when. Also this is for Nicole who now you have updated this has a certain fic that needs another chapter to it...please.
Chapter 3 Touch of Vision
They were back at the hospital for the third night in a row since they had been released and Dean had disappeared in Buffy's room. She was being held for a little longer because she had lost consciousness soon after Dean and Sam had left and was suffering from an extreme case of exhaustion.
Dean had barely spoken a word these past three days any form of speech between the brothers cut down to where they would eat and who would take the shower at the hotel first. The only time Sam ever saw a sign of life from Dean was when his brother visited with Buffy. All Sam knew was that while Dean was a spirit he had met Buffy wandering the hallways. Dean didn't really talk about what else had happened and Sam was unwilling to push, not when Dean was this unresponsive and cold.
Sam walked over to the nurse's station to pick up the release form for his father's body. He was taken on the responsibility for this and had waited for an opportunity to do this when Dean wasn't around.
Since their father had died Dean had been cold and emotionless. Sam had cried, he had screamed, and he was till grieving but Dean hadn't even shed one tear since the time of death had been recorded. He was shutting himself off from Sam and Buffy, the girl Dean had just met and didn't even really know, was the only one that Dean was opening up with.
Sam signed the papers and wrote down the locating for the body to be dropped off. It was a clearing Bobby had referred them too that they could take care of the body in the way their father had wanted.
When he handed the forms back to the nurse Dean exited Buffy's room and came to stand beside Sam leaning on the wall his hands buried in his pockets looking calm and perfectly at peace.
"How's she doing?" Sam asked nervously unsure of how to talk to his brother with him like this. The way Dean was acting wasn't what Sam was used to; this person wasn't the brother that had practically raised him. Sam didn't know how to handle the person his brother had turned into since their father's death.
Dean didn't say anything just kept his eyes on the door of Buffy's room finally saying without even looking at Sam "She's being released." At the moment the door opened and the attractive petite blond that had Dean had formed a connection to so quickly stepped out of the room gone was the hospital gown she had been wearing and in its place was a pair of light blue faded jeans and a plain white top that fit her snug enough that Dean's eyes were roving over her body.
Normally Sam would have rolled his eye at his brother's behavior but Dean had been acting so out of character that a little thing like openly leering at a woman gave Sam hope that his brother would open up.
"You didn't have to wait for me." Buffy told Dean softly and Sam felt invisible because of the way the two stared at each other like he didn't even exist.
"Yeah I did." Dean told her simply. Another moment passed and Dean coughed shuffling his feet and turning to Sam "Well we'll give you a lift to the bus station." Dean turned to Sam questionably and Sam nodded numbly stunned by the sudden change in his brother.
Dean was...Dean.
He wasn't the emotionless robot Sam had witnessed for the past three days.
Buffy looked unsure glancing between the two brothers "I know you're going through a lot I wouldn't want to impose or anything."
Sam shrugged "It's not a problem at all; we're borrowing a van from our uncle if you don't mind the smell of mold."
Silence filled the old van as Sam drove Dean beside him in the passenger's seat looking out at the landscape reverting back into himself.. It had been almost normal for a little while, Dean had laughed and swapped jokes with Buffy poking fun at Sam but as they had gotten further away from the hospital Dean had stopped talking becoming quiet and pensive.
Buffy watched him from where she sat behind Sam her mind racing as they got closer tot he bus stop that was suppose to take her to the airport. She had told them that she was catching a flight home but in all honesty she wasn't. She had already told Willow and Dawn that she had to stay here and figure this all out. They had apologized for not coming tot eh hospital but Buffy had shrugged it off telling them the Powers had once again interfered to make sure that they wouldn't know she was hurt.
It often felt like her whole life was being orchestrated for her and that no matter what she did, how many times she saved the world, how many times she died, they were never going to let her live her life. That she would always be faced with some huge destiny looming on the horizon.
The last she had heard from Willow John Winchester was fine and resting. Buffy felt another stab of guilt as she thought of him; here Dean was suffering obviously blaming himself for his father's death. Buffy was still shaken by the fact that he wasn't that because of her John Winchester was perfectly fine and would hopefully live a long and healthy life.
She had just recently accepted that she would always be a Slayer. It didn't matter if she ran away, it didn't matter if there were hundred or even thousands of others who carried the title. She was THE Slayer. Now she was a "special" kid, gifted with the ability to heal, powers she didn't even fully understand.
To be fair Whistler had warned her which was more than he had done in the past. She had been given a choice and she had chosen to involve herself in the Winchester's war.
Sam pulled up to the bus station and the two brothers's shared a look before Sam told Dean softly "I'll wait in the car." Dean nodded and got out of the van Buffy following behind him. She only had one bag something Willow had "sent" her and that was slung over one shoulder.
Dean took it from her the two of them walking side by side to the building.
"Well I guess this is it." he said softly his eyes losing some of there distance an unfathomable emotion replacing that coldness. Buffy didn't really know him, having only met him less than a week ago but she felt a connection to him that was part of the reason she had made the choice she had.
He intrigued her, there was something about him that she found familiar. Almost as if they had met before and she wasn't going to explain the feeling away like so many residences in Sunnydale had explained away the strange deaths and "gangs".
"Yeah I guess so." Buffy whispered her mind going blank as she faced him. She didn't know what to say, she certainly couldn't say "Hi I'm a vampire Slayer and the Powers That Be want me to stay with you and oh yeah your dad is really alive and sleeping in my bed in Cleveland cause I used a magic white mist to heal him. Please don't shot me." Somehow she didn't think that would work and Whistler had stressed the importance of Dean and Sam believing John was dead in one of her not so nice dreams.
"Listen about the whole ghost thing..." Dean began.
At the same time Buffy blurted "About the kiss..."
They stop both shifting nervously Buffy blushing slightly "You go first."
Dean nodded "Listen the whole ghost thing; I'm sorry you had to find out that way. That things like that are possible."
Buffy smiled telling him teasingly "So not getting my soul stolen by a Reaper and waking up perfectly fine besides a slight headache is a bad way to find out that some dead people exist beyond the grave."
Dean laughed "Yeah compared to others you had it pretty easy." Dean was loosening up by the second and he was even grinning "So you wanted to talk about the kiss."
Buffy glared at him her cheeks flushed "I wanted to say sorry, I was a little loopy and you looked so cute sleeping and..."
"You think I'm cute." Dean slipped in happily "you found me irresistible." At Buffy's nervousness he caressed her cheek forcing her to look up at him "Don't be sorry, I'm not." The light in his eyes was diminishing again "I sort of needed it." he admitted. He dropped his hand backing away from her looking strained "I'm a mess right now but maybe one day things can be different." his voice was choked and he tightened his jaw pulling himself back together. Doing a good impression of a statue.
Buffy nodded smiling sadly "Maybe one day." They hugged awkwardly and Buffy didn't see the way Dean closed his eyes tightly a tear leaking out the edge because not only was he saying goodbye to her. He had met Buffy when he had decided that his life was over and his dad and Sam would be fine. Now his dad was dead, Sam was trying to please the man he had defied his whole life, and Dean didn't want to be alive at all. Hell he wasn't even supposed to be alive.
They drew apart and Dean gave her a small nod of goodbye before turning around and getting into the van closing the door with a small click the noise so quiet it couldn't compare to the screaming in his head.
They had traded places about half an hour away from the bus stop and on their way to Bobby's. So Dean was driving completely stoic while Sam typed away at his laptop looking for a hunt even though he had argued it was too soon. That they needed time to recuperate. Dean didn't care and Sam would make a show of looking knowing Dean wouldn't buy his excuse that he couldn't find anything.
Still Sam knew he wouldn't fight him on it, that would be showing too much emotion and that's something Dean wouldn't do.
Sam winced as a sharp pain pulsed in his head and rubbed at his forehead grimacing slightly.
He closed his laptop punching it in its case and putting it on the floorboard closing his eyes against the headache that was quickly forming.
There was a flash of light behind his closed eyelids and a buzzing filled his ears Dean's muffled shouting of his name dimmed. There were sirens and a woman with wild blond curly hair clutched a screaming baby in her arms. She was dressed as if she had been at a cocktail party and a man in a black suit that matched the color of her dress came to stand beside her yelling angry words at the fireman.
A fire smoldered in the background smoke covering the area and as the scene changed he could hear the woman whispering to the baby her voice warm and soothing "It's okay Buffy."
The next scene was filled with noise pointless talking all around but that didn't matter the noise faded to silence as night wore on what was a moving vehicle. A moving bus people were sleeping and the scene sharpened to show a woman with blond hair and green eyes, the woman they had dropped off only two hours ago at a bus stop.
Buffy was awake her eyes locked on the landscape her forehead furrowed her face drawn in a troubled frown. She muttered something under her breathe hat sounded suspiciously like ribcage and pulled out a cell phone flipping it open. Before she could dial anything a hand clamped down on her wrist and the phone fell from her hand as she looked up startled her eyes widening in fear at the person that sat beside her.
Yellow eyes flashed and the stolen face twisted into a pleased smile "Well well look at who slipped through the cracks."
Buffy froze struggling slightly "I don't know what you're talking about."
The Demon smiled his grip tightening causing her eyes to water "Oh I think you do, or you will, soon." There was a sickening crack and she drew in a quick gasp of pain tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes as she looked around the innocent people on the bus.
"Oh you can't save them, you want to." The Demon told her confidently "But if you fight they will die, all of them. Let's talk." He patted her broken wrist and she gritted her teeth against a yell fire dancing in her eyes because she didn't want to show weakness. Seeing the way Buffy eyed the exited as they pulled into the next stop the demon told her "Don't even think of running, I've lost you once before and now that I've found you I'm not going to do so again."
"What do you want with me?" Buffy asked softly fear tinging her voice.
The Yellow Eyed Demon smiled "I have plans for you." He studied her for a second and Sam got the sickening sensation that he was reading her, that he could see into her. The Demon sighed "So much fire, so much rage but you've learned to temper it, you've learned to control yourself. It's a pity I'll have to kill you."
Buffy gulped a single tear rolling down her cheek "If you planned on killing me why talk in the first place?" she snarled and for a second Sam saw that rage.
The Demon's smile grew cold "I want to know why you were talking to one of my "special" children? The Demon turned to face her fully eyes narrowing and Buffy's eyes widened as she began to choke her airway being blocked off "I have plans for Sammy that I don't want you to get in the way of."
A trickle of blood leaked from the corner of her mouth and Sam's eyes flew open as he felt something hard slam into his chest.
He gasped dragging in large breaths of air looking around wildly. He was on his back on the cold ground the car parked hazardously on the side of the road tilted to one side one of the doors still flung open. Dean loomed over Sam panic evident on his face and in his voice as he pulled Sam into his arms "Damn it Sammy," he yelled "Don't you ever do that again you hear me," Dean pinned him rage filling his voice "EVER."
Sam coughed "Dean." wincing as pain shot through his head. He felt Dean haul him up and guide him to the van pushing him into the passenger's seat muttering "We have to get you to the hospital." He came around the other end slamming the door harder than necessary as he got in the driver's seat sweat beading his forehead.
"Dean I'm okay." Sam argued weakly.
Dean revved the engine turning to glare at Sam "Passing out and not breathing is not okay."
"It was a vision." Sam told Dean softly "We have to catch that bus, the Demon's after Buffy." Sam took a deep breath and told him "There was a fire in her nursery the same thing that happened with mom but Buffy's mom wasn't home and she survived somehow."
Dean looked stunned and shook his head despair flashing briefly in his eyes "So now you're seeing into the past too." Dean laughed humorlessly. He pulled off the side of the road heading in the direction they were coming from all business as he asked "What did you see?"
Sam swallowed rubbing his forehead "The Demon is talking to Buffy telling her she that she's one of his and that he lost her. He also mentioned something about her getting in the way of his plans for me," Sam's voice grew softer "he's going to kill her Dean."
His brother gunned the engine his mouth set in a grim line "No he's not."