Sam shifted in his sleep.
He was standing outside a prison, not just any prison. The cage, he saw the glow of Lucifer's eyes and he took a step back.
"Hey roomie," he placed his hands outside the bars. He gave him a smile, "miss me?"
"How am I here?" Sam spat, Lucifer chuckled.
"Because I want you to be. I see you and Dean are friends with the Slayer. Nice," Sam then found himself inside the cage. His body stilled in fear.
"I missed you," his torturer said, batting his eyes. "Now Sam, you know why you are here... Don't you?" He took a step and Sam's entire body went completely rigid. So much so it was painful. "You're looking a little tense there. Shoulder rub?"
"Amara," Sam sIaid.
"Yeah, she must not be happy." He clapped his hands and rubbed them together. "So, I brought you here to strike a deal." He took in a deep breath. "Wow, you know... I'm a little nervous. I mean it's been while,"
"No." Sam Sao, "I already know where this is going, so no."
"Come on!" Lucifer exclaimed.
"I was your bitch for well over a century. Dean told me how time moved in hell. Well, it seems longer here."
"But Sam," he whined. "I thought we had something special," he held a hand over his heart in mock hurt. "I mean... Don't you love me anymore?" Sam's nostrils flared, "whoa, lighten up. Look, clearly dad isn't doing a damn thing. Plus, I was there, you know? When we locked Auntie away."
Sam was silent. Lucifer was the freaking deceiver, but you can easily deceive with the truth. And there was no doubt in his mind Lucifer hadn't lied to him. He was the oldest of the Archangles. It made sense that he would have been there.
"Don't think to hard Sammy," he clicked his tongue. "I know how too much thinking can hurt a Winchester." Sam glared at him, an icy, angry glare. Though in retrospect it probably wasn't wise to be glaring at one of the most dangerous beings ever created. But the man had put Sam through hell. Literal and metaphorical hell.
"No!" Sam snapped, "I am not going to say that, ever again. I'm never going to be your bitch again." Lucifer pouted,
"What happened to bygones? Can we just hug it out?" He opened his arms and Sam backed himself into the corner. He nearly face-palmed himself. "Come on,"
"Fuck off," Sam spat. Lucifer held his hands up in defense.
"Wow that was uncalled for, don't ya think?" He started laughing and shrugged his shoulders dramatically. "Oh well. Ill be seeing you."
Sam woke up gasping. He looked around, everything seemed blurry. He blinked a couple times before fumbling for his phone on the night stand.
"Sam?" Dean asked, the sleep evident in his voice.
"We need to talk, now."
They were in the Washington branch of the Watchers Council conference room. Buffy sat at the head, Giles to her left and Willow to her right. Rona was standing by the door when Vi rushed in. Sam and Dean looked like they saw a ghost.
"Charlie?" Dean asked,
"You know my sister." Vi breathed out,
"Guys!" Buffy yelled, her sleep had been disturbed, not to mention they were dealing with a massive problem. "Talk later. Much bigger, end of worldy fish to fry." Vi nodded and sat down.
"I saw Lucifer, in my dream. It was him... I was in the cage." Buffy had heard Dean talk about Sam's time in hell. She could tell by the wide eyed, panicked look Sam had, that the younger Winchester was not fairing well. He began to explain everything that had happened in perfect detail.
Dean's fists balled in rage.
"He tried to get me to say..." He was deathly afraid to say "yes" out loud.
"He tried to get him to say yes." Dean clarified. "Angelic possessions can only happen if the vessel says yes." Giles took of his glasses and began to rub at the glass with his shirt.
"Dear Lord," he said. "Why would Lucifer want you? I mean above all others, a human shouldn't be able to contain the power of an Archangel." Sam took a long, calming breath, before explaining the Winchesters roll in the apocalypse six years prior. Giles listened intently before nodding.
"I have seen references of the cage in certain books. Yet... It was sealed by God himself. So if he is reaching out to you, able to manipulate your dreams..."
"Something weakened it." Willow said, "Amara." She said, they had informed her of what Buffy learned. "Amara is God's sister. When she was released. Think about it, that much energy at once that had been trapped festering for eons... Any thing it comes in contact with would get destroyed or weakened."
"Uh, where is Xander?" Giles asked, Buffy scoffed loudly.
"He took Dawn on vacation for their one year." Willow said,
"Oh, good for them." Giles said with a small smile. Buffy shot daggers at her watcher. He sighed and looked at Sam, "where exactly do you think he was going with this. If he truly did help seal Amara away then he might actually be valuable. As scary as that sounds."
"Are you saying Sam says yes!" Dean snapped,
"No... But he would have very valuable information." The doors burst open and a redheaded woman walked in. Sam and Dean glared at her.
"Ah, the Winchesters are here." She grimaced, her lips curling is disgust. Buffy was dumbfounded as to why a random woman was there. "Rupert," she said.
"Rowena," Giles bit out. Desperate times. "How kind of you to join us."
"You know her?!" Dean exclaimed at the same time Sam yelled out,
"Oh come on!" Rowena rolled her eyes.
"Of course he does. I helped the Watchers Council a lot over the years, for a price of course." She then felt an obscene amount of power in the room. When her eyes landed on Willow she gasped. The girl had much more power than she did. Which at this time was surprising considering the spells she had learnt from the Book Of The Damned.
"You need to leave, Rowena." Dean growled,
"Now, is that any way to treat a lady."
"And you classify yourself as a lady? You don't even give the aura of a human. Or a witch," Buffy said. All he could sense was badness.
"Bloody hell." Giles muttered, "as much as you all may not like her, we need her. She happens to be a very powerful witch."
"Hey!" Willow said in defense, "I am one thousand times as powerful as that hag." Willow said,
"I have something you don't." She reached into her purse and placed The Book Of The Damned on the table. Willow was teleported to the other side of the room. Her eyes and hair black. Dean saw this and was in his feet in instant.
"Every one calm down!" Buffy roared, "Dean, honey. Willow isn't possessed."
"I'm not." Willow said, "I can't be around that type of dark magic. The last time..." She looked around in terror, "I have to go." She ran out, Sam sighed and followed her out.
"What's her problem?" Rowena asked,
"Some people aren't as cavalier about using dark magic as you are, Rowena!" Buffy snapped, "now why the hell are you here. What can you do to help us? Hmmm?" The witch rolled her eyes,
"Now kiddies, listen up."
Buffy walked lazily out of the conference room, leaning on Dean. Vi caught up with them.
"How did you know my sister?" Vi asked,
"Baby, why don't you go get some rest. Ill be home in a little bit." He kissed her and let her go. He explained how he met Charlie. Her back story and everything that led up to her death.
"She's dead!" Vi shrieked, "I wasn't able to find her." She had started crying, it was uncanny how alike they were. Sure, they were identical twins but they had the same mannerisms down to fashion. "We weren't twelve. She loved her back stories. The bringers killed our dad and left our mother critically injured. I got sent to Sunnydale because I was potential. She wasn't." She said quietly.
Dean and her talked for another hour before he headed home. Home, he actually had a place that felt like home. Sure, The Men Of Letters bunker had been where he and Sam had taken up residence but it didn't feel like a home to him. With Buffy that's what he felt. He felt safe. Completely and blissfully safe. Even with the crazy shit that happened in their lives.
When he walked through the front doors he was met with Buffy dead asleep on the couch. He knelt down in front of her and pushed a stray strand of hair out of her face.
"Hey princess," he said quietly. He rubbed the side of her cheek with his thumb. She stirred under his touch and opened her eyes half way.
"Hi, I waited for you." She said with a small yawn. Dean lips curled into a soft smile. He had to admit she was kind of adorable when she was like this. "What time is it?" She asked sleepily,
"4:30," he answered.
"Can you take me upstairs?" She asked, he smiled. He leaned in and kissed her before scooping her up into his arms. He laid her down. He kicked off his shoes before climbing in next to her. She snuggled against him, a content smile on her face.
"Get some sleep," he urged. Buffy shifted her head slightly before sleep over took her once more. Dean listened to the sound of her rhythmic breathing. It was so calming that he drifted off.
Buffy woke up to a burning sensation in her hand. She jumped to her feet. Dean woke up and realized something was wrong. There were strange markings crawling up her arm. Her eyes watered as the searing pain continued to move. Finally it stopped, and she collapsed. Breathing heavily she looked around the room.
"Buffy?" Dean got out of bed and walked over to her. She couldn't hear him. Her ears were ringing, then her eyes fell on someone she thought was dead. Long, dead.
"You feel that holy burn?" Dean turned around and came face to face with a preacher.
"No," Buffy said. She could feel it, The First was back. "How?"
"Well," it morphed into her. "Your boyfriend realised Amara." She turned to Dean. "I should thank you," then it sighed. "But... I don't want Amara in power. Because if she is that means we all go. Poof." She placed her hands on her hips, "so... What do you say, want a business partner?" Buffy was frozen, she was damn well sure that The First would never come back.
Buffy took a shot in the dark and her fist went out in front of her. When it made physical contact she smiled. Then she began to glare,
"What is this mark?" The First smiled at her, a smile that made her skin crawl.
"That... Well, it's not time for you to find out yet."
"Leave," Dean practically growled.
"Come on Dean, you know it's the right choice."
"I said leave!" The first blinked out, Buffy felt an onset of emotions hit her. None more than fear. It was crippling. Buffy didn't know what to do, she wanted to cry, to give up. "Buff, baby hey." Dean said as he noticed tears make their way out of her eyes.
Willow ran into Buffy's house after the frantic phone call from Dean.
"Buffy?! Dean?!" She called frantically, they had enough to deal with, but The First... It couldn't be happening. She ran up the stairs to Buffy's bedroom. Buffy was lying in bed. There was salt on the windows and across the bottom of the doors.
"Wills... It's back." She said quietly, "we can't deal with The First. It wants us to work together."
"What?!" Willow exclaimed in horror.
"It doesn't want Amara to be in control." Buffy said, "because that means the universe wants would be destroyed. Think about it Wills, if The First Evil wants to go to bat for the good guys... What does that mean about Amara?"
"Are you actually thinking about working with it?" Dean asked, he didn't sound angry or anything. He just sounded shocked,
"I... I don't know. The First has been around since the beginning. Since earth was formed. It's not as old as Amara or God but that's still old. So it must have seen something." Buffy said, Willow then noticed the mark on Buffy's hand had grown and sprouted new symbols. Willow watched in horror as another one appeared.
"Buffy..." She pointed at her arm,
"We still don't know." Buffy said, "The First said it's not time for me to know."
"Buffy, this is insanity! We can't work with it."
"What other choice do we have?" Buffy asked, her voice panicked. "I don't see people lining up out the door to help us find out how to best Amara. Do you? It's either The First or Rowena."
"The First tried to kill us. All of us. Every single person in the world would have died, and what? You want to ask it questions? Sit down and have tea party?"
"What the hell is your problem?!" Buffy snapped, "Willow, what is going on that has you like this?" She said in a softer tone of voice after the redhead flinched.
"That's the issue Buff. I'm the only one who seems to have one." Willow turned and walked out. That's when it hit her, this was the anniversary of Tara's death.
"Wills, wait." She heard Willow turn around on the steps. "I forgot what today is... Look, the only reason I am considering this because of you. Out of anyone, you have the power to shut down The First." Dean was silent.
"What about Lucifer?" Willow asked,
"Hell no!" Dean spoke, "Sam is not stepping foot into hell."
"Guys... I did some thinking, I might be able to use the Book Of The Damned. I just need an anchor... Someone that is good. I can put protection spells on Sam powerful enough that it would take Lucifer himself hours to break. But I need an anchor." She looked at Dean. "It's gonna be you."
"No, that's not an option. Lucifer can't get near Sammy." Buffy hadn't forgotten how wildly protective Dean was over Sam.
"I say go for it!" A voice chimed behind Willow. "It would be nice to see dad again." The First was standing behind Willow in it's favorite outfit. Buffy.
"No one asked you!" Buffy snapped, "and what do you mean dad? Why is every ultimate evil related?"
"Come on. I am the embodiment of all evil that exists." The First glanced at Dean, "bet you know what that feels like, huh demon boy?"
"Dean?" Buffy asked, "what does she mean?"
"I promise I will tell you later." Willow's eyes and hair had turned white. Buffy smiled happily when the First Took a step back.
"You know, why don't you just give me a call when you find out how to talk to dad. Bye."
Crowley turned around and was met with a very angry looking Buffy. Dean and Sam stood behind her. Helping Amara had been a bust. She was a tad bit too free spirited.
"Hi Crowley, miss me?" She asked before punching him as hard as she could. He was sent spiraling a good ten feet away.
"Ah, shacking up with Dean are we?" He waved a hand over his face and his nose healed. He stood up and brushed the dust off his coat. "You know, this is designer?"
"So are my shoes, they've also seen more abuse than that knock off."
"Knock off!" Crowley exclaimed,
"Really? You couldn't tell? That's not real Fox fur. Actually if you're willing to help us out I'll take you shopping." She added,
"Get to the point," Sam said.
"We need to talk to Lucifer." Buffy said,
"No, I don't think so."
"So do you want God's sister to destroy everything?"
"God's sister? What are you talking about?"
"Amara," Dean said. "We need to talk to Lucifer, but Sam can't go into the cage. Is there a way that we could keep him contained so Sam has enough time to talk to him?"
"Are you bloody insane? The cage was sealed by God himself!"
"We have a witch stronger than Rowena. Who can channel The Book Of The Damned." Crowley thought for a moment. He explained what would need to happen.
"I will need one month, to prepare everything. Oh, and when this happens, do bring my mother."
"Rowena is your mother?" Buffy asked, she looked at Sam and Dean. "See! What'd I tell you? All evil seems to be related somehow."
There was a flash of light and The First stood next to Buffy.
"Crowley,"
"The first evil! I'm a big a fan of your work."
"It's nice to know someone appreciates me." She said, "I'm going to help Crowley."
"You fuck up, Willow is going to shut you down for good." Buffy threatened,
"Enough with that! Yes, I am we aware that Willow could actually kill me... But not without killing herself." The First chuckled, "well Buffy, I'll see you around."
2 Days Later, Paris
Dawn answered her ringing cellphone. It was 8:00pm in Paris. Her and Buffy had worked it out between time zones. So they could always talk at reasonable times.
"Hi Buffy," she said.
"Hey, how's everything going?" Buffy asked,
"Why do you care? You seem pretty hell bent on not letting us be happy."
"Dawnie, I'm sorry. Your my little sister and Xander is my best friend. It's weird, okay? Like, really weird. But I want you to be happy. I'm sorry." Buffy amended,
"Thank you Buffy," Dawn said with with smile. She was looking at the Eiffel Tower. Xander had gone to get something. "And everything is going good. Xander went to get me something and I am currently drinking really good coffee looking at the Eiffel Tower."
"Are you at the bakery I told you about?"
"I am, and yes I got the croissant."
"Really good, right!"
"I'm glad I listened. Hey, I gotta go, Xander's back."
"Okay, bye Dawnie, love you." Buffy said,
"I love you too Buffy." She hung up, when she looked up from her phone Xnader was kneeling. A beautiful ring out in front of him.
"Dawn. Will you marry me?" He sounded so nervous. Dawn had a huge smile on her face and tears in her eyes.
"Yes," she said. He slipped the ring on her finger, he stood up and kissed her.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you," she kissed him again. It was the perfect moment. The sun was just setting, there was a light breeze and it was in front of the Eiffel Tower
Buffy hung up her phone. She looked back at the text Xander had sent when she was on the phone with Dawn.
'Buff, can I marry your sister? I already have a ring picked out. Please.' Buffy had responded with,
'If you hurt her, you know what will happen,' with a skull emoji. She was happy for them, it also instilled her theory about coincidences. She had called to give her support for them when she got the text.
"Buffy?" Dean asked, she looked happy.
"Hmm?"
"How's you arm?" He asked, she looked down at the markings which had spread considerably in two days.
"It doesn't hurt... Which is really starting to scare me. Willow and Rowena both looked at it. There aren't any mentions of it in The Book Of The Damned. When a nine hundred year old witch and the most powerful witch in the world are baffled, that leads to some concern." Dean nodded, he sat down and looked at her. There was so much affection in his gaze it made her heart swell.
"I wanted to take you out tonight." She smirked,
"Who are you and what have you done with Dean?" She asked with a laugh, "you're not a Shapeshifter are you? Because if you are I don't think I could kill such a pretty face."
"I'm not pretty, I am ruggedly handsome." He said leaning over and capturing her lips.
"I'm sorry, I forgot." She mumbled against his lips. Things heated up fast. One kiss led to mass amounts of groping. Dean's hand slipped under her shirt be cupped her breast. He loved the fact that she hadn't worn a bra. She moaned when he lightly twisted her nipple. He pulled back and removed her shirt, his mouth almost immediately going to her other nipple.
"Dean," she gasped. He was extremely talented with his mouth. She focused on all the sensation going on. The pleasure he sucked on her nipple, the way his stubble lightly tickled her skin. That's when she heard an amused laugh,
"Damn B! Cover up," Faith! She forgot Faith was coming in from Cleveland. Most importantly that she was dropping by when she got there. "Wow B, he sexy ain't he? I'm gonna come back. Go easy on him." She walked out of the house. Buffy's embarrassment fell away when Dean's mouth went back over her hard nipple.
"Did you think of me?" He asked huskily, "all those years I was gone. Did you ever touch yourself while you were thinkin' about me?" He nibbled on her neck.
"Yes," she breathed.
"I've been thinking about your perky tits all damn day." He said as he claimed her mouth. Much to his surprise her tongue invaded his mouth. Their tongues clashed in dance all to familiar to them. She pulled back, tagging his bottom lip between her teeth.
"Damn baby," he said as he slipped his hand into her pants, feeling her wetness. "Already wet for me?" He asked, his voice gravely,
"Always," she painted. Even with the blow job she had given him there was still so much sexual tension between them. "Fuck me," she said breathlessly as he fingered her.
"Not till later. I just want you to come for me." He whispered before biting lightly on her neck. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she hooked the ends of his fingers and pressed them lightly against her walls. She ground her hips against his fingers, wanting him much deeper inside her. "Come on sweetheart, I know you're close." He said, increasing his speed.
He didn't even need to slide his fingers in and out, just him being inside her, moving them was enough.
"Ah, ah, Dean, Dean, Dean!" Her back arched and her muscles tensed as a mind blowing orgasm tore through her. He watched as her pants grew wet, her panties soaking completely through. As she came down she smiled. It was amazing knowing he still had such an affect on her. She pouted,
"What's the matter?" He asked,
"Now I have to get changed."
"That just means I'm good." He wiggled his eyebrows,
"Narcissist." She shot back, he just smirked and kissed her. She got up, taking her shirt with her. She pulled on a simple black bra and matching panties. She slipped into a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and an old concert t Dean had gotten her. It was a Led Zeppelin reunion t, she had taken Dean there on his birthday. That was the night they first had sex.
She pulled on her stiletto ankle boots before walking back downstairs.
"You still have it?" He asked,
"I still have yours too... I used to sleep in it after you left because it smelled like you." He walked over to her kissed her lightly on the lips. Holding her by the arms. She smacked his hands a way and wrapped them around his neck as he deepened the kiss. He pulled back and smiled down at her.
"I'm never leaving you again." He told her, truth is he was in to deep. He'd gladly lay down his life for her.
"Well, I have to go meet Faith. Why don't you go hang with Sam. I think he misses you." Dean rolled his eyes,
"Have fun," he told her. As he watched her walk away he couldn't help but feel lucky. She was the most gorgeous woman he had ever met. He was so incredibly lucky to have her.
"Details, now." Faith said as they walked towards a bar. Buffy's face burned,
"Do you remember Dean?" She asked,
"No freaking way!" Faith exclaimed, "remember when you were Ms. Conservative?" Buffy's blush grew, "I mean, on the couch!"
"Please stop, I thin I might actually die because I'm so embarrassed." Faith took a once over of her outfit.
"No way. When did you see Zeppelin?" She asked, "the concert for two tickets would have cost two grand."
"I took Dean before we first got together on his birthday. There night when we commenced with the major smoochies... In the back of his car."
"Where was this wild streak back in Sunnydale?" Faith asked as they walked in. Rock music blared over the speakers.
"You were in a coma when this Buffy first made her appearance. Then with Spike..."
"Oh yeah, you and Billy Idol." She said with smirk. They trotted up to the bar.
"What can I get you ladies?" The bartender asked. He was not very discreet about flirting with Faith. She took off her Jean jacket and leaned over the bar, putting her cleavage on display.
"Bottle of Jack, two glasses." She leaned up and whispered in his ear, "and a side of you hot stuff."
"Yes ma'am." He grabbed them the bottle and glasses, "I get off at four." He said, Buffy had to admit that he was definitely hot. Faith poured them glasses and she turned in her seat to look at Buffy.
"Not even gonna sample the hotties in here? Shut up!" She said placing a hand on her shoulder. "You love him don't you." She said with a smirk,
"Yeah, but only a little." Faith's gaze bore into her soul. "What?" She asked knocking back her drink.
"Uh-hu..."
"Okay I love him a lot." She smiled, "he's perfect. Baggage included."
"Then what's stopping you from saying it?"
"We've only been back together for two weeks." Buffy grumbled, she didn't want to ruin the perfect thing they had going. "It's just, if I say it then what if he doesn't say it back? What if he thinks I'm weird? What if he leaves?!"
"You loved him before, didn't you?"
"Yeah,"
"Did you ever say it each other?"
"Yes," Faith refilled her glass before knocking back her own.
"Look B, I don't do relationships. You know my philosophy, fuck em' and chuck em'."
"What's your point?" Buffy asked,
"Just go for it! Love like that doesn't disappear. Expect with you and Angel." Buffy nodded, "seriously B, my advice would be just go for it. Want. Take. Have. You know the drill."
"We aren't," she looked around whispered. "Killing someone again are we?" Faith looked upset for a long moment.
"Not today at least. So wanna tell me why you made me leave the girls with Andrew?" Buffy sighed,
"I'm assuming Giles told you about Amara?" Faith nodded, she began to explain everything to her.
"Wow, looks like we're gonna have to send Rona over to Cleveland." Faith said, Buffy nodded,
"We might have to send Giles... When this all goes down I don't want him near here. He's getting old." Buffy said,
"B. Giles is sixty, and canstill kick some serious ass. Like it or not we need him here. I know you're concerned but times like these we need every hand we can get."
"So, how have you been?"
"You know, five by five." What made Buffy breathes sigh of relief was the fact Faith meant it. She looked good, no dark circles or anything.
"How's Laura?" She asked, she and Faith had rescued a Slayer a few months ago. She was fighting off a hoard of starving vamps.
"Adjusting. She's seen some shit. More than any fourteen year old should ever see. She kind of grew up the same way I did." Buffy could tell her friends heart went out to the girl. "She's doing good though. Always asking about you." Buffy smiled.
About a half an hour later Buffy heard the bell at the top of the door jingle. Dean and Sam walked in. Faith had just left with the guy back to her hotel room. Dean spotted her, his eyes lit up and a smile spread across his face.
Sam had never seen his brother act like this. He was so hopelessly in love with Buffy.
"There's my beautiful girl." He leaned down and kissed her, he noticed the half empty bottle of Jack. "You were drinking with out me?" He said, forcing his voice to sound hurt.
"Yep," she said. She turned to look at Sam, "Hi Sam." She smiled,
"Hi Buffy," he responded. Dean sat to her right and Sam took Faith's vacated seat. She had just gotten paid by the Council so she decided to spoil. She remembered Dean and Sam both talking about this blue label scotch. She ordered it and Dean glanced at her,
"Baby, you don't have to do that." He said, though she could tell that he wanted to reward her big time.
"You're right I don't have to, but I just got a huge pay check. And I want to." She said, he leaned in and kissed her. She heard a remark of 'wow that guy moves fast' from somewhere around them. Her phone buzzed,
'B, you need to get outta there. They are all vamps.' Buffy showed them both the text. She slipped the bartender a couple hundred,
"Thanks for the bottle." She said, the three of them got up and headed for the door.
"Nope, don't think so." A man stopped them, Buffy just rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, I do think so." She snapped his neck and he fell to the ground. "Run!" She screamed, they all booked it out of there. They got into the Impala and Dean drove off.
"What the hell kind of a vampire was that?!" She exclaimed, Dean had forgotten that she had never had run ins with this kind. He explained, "they can walk in the sun?" She asked, what has this world come to? Vampires weren't bad enough but there was breed that could walk on the sun? "I need to talk to Giles about my job description." She decided, she then smiled.
"Why are you smiling?" Dean asked as he looked in the rearview mirror. She pulled out the bottle,
"I saved a two hundred solar bottle of scotch." They dropped Sam off at the Council building. He was insisting he needed to talk to Willow. When they arrived at Buffy's house he killed the engine.
"We aren't going out tonight." He said,
"Why?!"
"Because they have our scent now."
"Hello. Vampire Slayer!" She waved her hand in front of his face,
"I'll make us dinner." He offered, Buffy thought about it.
"Fine," she said. They got out of the car and headed inside. Dean snatched the bottle from her. "Why don't you go upstairs. Dinner should be ready in an hour." He said, Buffy nodded. He was surprising her. She likes the idea. He kissed her, his lips lingering for a while. Buffy went upstairs, she rummaged through her dresser.
She stripped and put on a set of black lace lingerie. She hung her duster on the back of the door before changing into a dress.
Down stairs Dean moved around the kitchen making steak. He decided to make a glaze using the scotch. He cut up onions and mushrooms and sauteed them when he made the glaze. Dean was a very lazy man, but he could cook. A skill Sam had only seen maybe once.
After and hour he called Buffy down stairs as he lit the last candle. Buffy gasped at the scene in front of her. He made a candlelit dinner for them. He pulled out her chair and she smiled. Where the hell was this Dean three years ago? He even poured her a glass of her favorite wine. She took a bite out of her steak after he sat down.
"Oh my god!" She practically moaned, it was so good. She took a sip of her wine and smiled at Dean.
"What?" He asked with mouth full of food,
"This is nice," she said. "Very romantic, you earn major boyfriend points." She told him, smiling he took another bite of his steak. After dinner he offered to clean up. "Let me know when you're done, I'll make dessert." He nodded, little did he know. She walked up the stairs and closed the bedroom door. She slipped out of the dress and put her duster on, tying it around the middle. She lit candles around her room and slipped into a pair of red stilettos.
"Buffy?" He called, he walked upstairs. He could see faint glow from underneath her door. He immediately thought the worst. He rushed over but he didn't hear a sound. Opening the door his breath hitched.
Buffy was lying on her side in bed facing the door. Her head was propped on by her hand, elbow resting on the bed. By the looks of it she was only wearing a duster.
"Hey," she said seductively. She got up and stood with her hands on her hips. "Like what you see?" She asked biting her bottom lip.
"Hell yeah," he managed. God this was his dream! She untied the duster and shrugged it off and his mind left the building. She was standing in front of him wearing lingerie and stilettos. She sauntered over to him, making an extra effort to sway her hips. He was already hard, painfully hard.
"You want your dessert?" She asked,
"Yes ma'am!" He said excitedly, he was in a dream. There was no other way this could be happening. She smiled and undid the straps of her bra, letting fall to the floor. She put her arms behind his neck and nibbled at his ear.
"Well baby, your in for the night of your life." She turned him around, kissing him all the way to the bed. When his calfs hit the edge he sat down. She kicked off her shoes and straddled his hips. She started to move on top of him. As she moved she brought his head to her breasts. He took one of her nipples in his mouth while his hand tweaked and pinched the other.
"Ready to eat your dessert?" She purred in his ear. She laid down on the bed. Dean turned around, he grabbed her panties and practically tore them off. He kissed from her ankle all the way up her left leg before he bit down on the inside of her thigh. He then repeated the process on the other leg.
When his mouth came to her wet lips he stopped to admire them. He licked her causing her to gasp. He traced his tongue along her succulent foods before he covered her with his mouth. He entered her slowly, before he began to flick his tongue in and out of her. Her hand snaked down to run her clit but he stopped her.
"No," his breathing was heavy. His lids were heavy with lust. "I have been waiting for three years for this." His voice gravely, he turned his attention back to her center. She felt her walls tighten and heat coil within her. She was losing any semblance of control she had. When he thumbed her clit she screamed out in pleasure as she climaxed.
"I need you... Inside me," she said breathlessly. Dean stripped out of his clothes. He spread her legs wide and lined up with her opening. He eased into her,
"You're so fucking tight," he bit out. She felt amazing, she gasped in a mixture of pain and pleasure when he filled her. He stilled for a moment and hovered over her. He kissed her sweetly before he started moving slowly. He moved until only the tip was left inside and then he thrust into her. He began to slamming into her, her moans grew louder bringing him closer to his end.
She worked muscle groups inside her that Dean had never felt. He kept hitting her g spot and she came undone. The feeling of her tightening around him was enough to push him over the edge. He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily.
"I love you, Buffy." He said, Buffy smiled brightly.
"I love you too." He kissed her hard on the lips.
Sam sat with Willow in her office.
"Look, I know you don't know me very well, but I am asking for your help." He said, Willow nodded. "I need... Some sort of protection against the dreams I've been having."
"Have you had more?" He nodded slowly.
"So, have you reconsidered my offer?" Lucifer asked him.
"Nope and I'm not going to."
"Come on. Sam, you're smart. Think about it. I helped seal Amara away, just one simple three letter word and I can do it all again." His offer was tempting but Sam wasn't buying it.
"And what? Are you gonna Give my body back after?"
"Sam?" Willow asked, she reached across her desk and shook his arm. His head snapped up, "I have a spell. I don't know how it would hold against an Archangel... It should help." Willow pulled out a spell book and flipped to a page. "Do you trust me?" She asked, Sam nodded. If Buffy trusted her then he should to. Right?
"The spell, I have to burn a mark into your brain."
"Ummm..." Sam said apprehensively,
"I can cast a spell so you don't feel it. When you wake up tomorrow it will feel like a hang over." She began to chant and Sam felt numb. His entire body slumped.
"Don't panic, that part will wear off on fifteen minutes, about the same time t the spell takes." She cut open he palm Sith site blast of magic and drew a pentagram on his for head. She put three symbols around. She began to chant in a language Sam didn't recognize. It wasn't Latin and it wasn't Sumerian. He felt a momentary burning sensation and then nothing.
Willow kept repeating the incantation. Almost exactly fifteen minutes later she touched two fingers to the mark and then it glowed bright red before disappearing.
Buffy immediately knew something was wrong. She couldn't open her eyes. She could hear Dean's panicked voice. Then she could see, but she wasn't actually in her body. Dean was crying, trying to get her to wake up. She was dead again. She felt tears roll down her cheeks. That's when she realized she wasn't alone, an African American woman stood next to her.
"Who are you?" Buffy asked,
"I'm Billie, a reaper." She said, Buffy felt chills run down her spine.
"How did this happen?" Buffy asked quietly,
"That mark on your arm. It is the Mesopotamian symbol for death. Heavy duty magic." Billie smiled, it was slightly cruel. "It makes me happy knowing that I get to reap the one thing Dean cares about more than Sam."
"What the hell is your problem?" Buffy asked, Billie just laughed.
"That's not your business, come on. Just take my hand and this will be over." That's when there was a loud crackling noise. Tara stood next to Buffy. Billie's eyes widened and she bowed.
"It's not her time yet." Tara said, "I get that your pissed at the Winchesters but that isn't her fault." Billie glared at her, much to Buffy's surprise Tara stood up for herself. She flicked her wrist and Billie crumbled to the ground. "You are in no position to question a higher being." Tara said.
A/N: Duh, Duh, Duh! More drama to unfold. Please I need help with writing Dean. If you have any suggestions, any at all, would be appreciated. I have taken to researching the show so I can get him and Sam down but, please if you have any suggestions I am reaching out to you. PM me if you do. Here endeth my ramble. Enjoy.
