Chapter 3: The truth in the song

A/N: I was browsing Youtube and came across the song and I just had to use it. *dances to song on repeat* Anyway...Characters don't belong to me, and the song is 'Falling in' by Lifehouse. Enjoy!

When Buffy woke the next day, she noticed that Sam's bed was empty, and figured he'd gone to get food and coffee, so she smiled and snuggled closer into Dean's warm embrace. She turned over reached a hand out to trace the beginnings of a five-o'clock shadow on his jaw.

She'd dreamed of being with him every night since they'd left, and it made her feel not as alone to know that it'd only taken a phone call to bring him back. That he'd turned around and had come to see her again, she knew it was because he'd been worried, and felt bad that she hadn't kept in touch better, but what with Angelus, Spike, and Dru and the swim team thing; she had constantly missed him and he her.

The clock radio going off startled her, and her slight jump made his eyes open to look at her. She smiled to assure him that there were no threats, just the breaking of silence that she hadn't expected and he smiled back groggily.

He'd slept better than he had since the last time she'd been curled against him when she'd told him about dying. She leaned closer and kissed his nose and lips, and he pressed a hand to the small of her back, kissing her back. The radio had started playing a song that he barely noticed, but the words to it stuck in his mind as he released all of the tension he'd felt when he hadn't heard her voice in the last week.

'Every time I see your face
my heart takes off on a high speed chase.
Now don't be scared, it's only love
baby that we're falling in.

I can't wait to tomorrow,
this feeling has swallowed me whole
and know that I've lost control.
This heart that I've followed
has left me so hollow,
that was then, this is now
yeah, you have changed everything.'

Buffy moved on top of him to straddle his hips on the bed and he stopped kissing her long enough to tangle a hand in her hair, looking deep into her eyes. He wondered if she too was listening to the song, or had any idea what thoughts were spinning around in his head, the words he couldn't quite say.

Buffy smiled and kissed his wrist, then bent forward to kiss him again, and he warred with the impulse to be tender over his usual gruff passion. He always seemed to get lost in the moment with her, where nothing mattered. He forgot everything around him, didn't even care that he couldn't hear Sammy in the adjacent bed or the room.

'Every time I see your face
my heart takes off on a high speed chase.
Now don't be scared, it's only love
that we're falling in.

I would never do you wrong
or let you down or lead you on.
Don't look down, it's only love
baby that we're falling in.

I'm standing in your driveway
it's midnight and I'm sideways,
to find out if you feel the same.
Won't be easy, have my doubts too
but it's over, without you I'm just lost, incomplete
yeah, you feel like home, home to me.'

Buffy didn't know who was singing the song on the radio, but could tell he was as moved by the words as she was, and could feel it in the way his kisses became gentler, and the desperate way he held her, as if she'd disappear from his arms.

Dean rolled her over onto her back and trailed kisses along her neck, one thumb rubbing her hip in light circles. His touch was intoxicating, and his kisses stole the breath from her lungs. She knew he wouldn't push her farther than she was ready to go, and for that she was grateful. They both were as lost in the music playing in the background as in each other, and it felt glorious.

'Every time I see your face
my heart takes off on a high speed chase,
Now don't be scared, it's only love
that we're falling in.

I would never do you wrong
or let you down or lead you on.
Don't look down, it's only love
baby, that we're falling in.'

Dean felt Buffy shudder under his touch and it took all of his control to not kiss her in other places, the way he'd dreamed and fantasized of doing since the moment he'd seen her in the hallway weeks ago.

The fact that this was Buffy he was touching and holding whispered to him, and that she wasn't just some girl he could kiss and touch and hold and never see again. No, she was special. He was aware of the sinking feeling he got when her eyes met his, when her smile made his heart skip a beat. He was quickly losing his footing, and knew that he was falling for her, and it didn't even scare him.

'All those nights I stayed away
Thinking of all the ways to make you mine.
All of those smiles will never fade
never run out of ways to blow my mind.'

Every time I see your face
my heart takes off on a high speed chase.
Now don't be scared, it's only love
that we're falling in.

I would never do you wrong
or let you down or lead you on.
Don't look down, it's only love
baby, that we're falling in.'

They finally pulled away and she looked up at him, running her nails through his hair as she smiled. She felt like something had changed between them, but wasn't 100% sure she knew what. She could see the emotions swirling in his eyes as he looked back at her, and what she saw made her breath catch in her throat. He was falling for her. She wasn't prepared for the realization, and she didn't know how to handle the way it made her feel.

Dean saw the way her eyes widened slightly and he knew that his eyes had betrayed him, because she caught her lip and worried it. He wasn't sure what she was feeling but knew better than to ask, and he pulled away to change his clothes and shower. As soon as he wasn't touching her though, he felt like a part of him was missing, and he swore inwardly. Dean Winchester was falling in love? That was not supposed to happen, dammit!

No sooner did they separate from each other and had Dean disappeared into the bathroom, did Sam come in the door, holding a drink-carrier of 3 drinks and a bag of burgers. He heard the shower running and saw Buffy sitting in the empty bed, staring at the door. She turned at his entrance, was even aware that he'd spoken to her, but her mind was in a dizzy fog. Did she really see what she thought she had? And why was she so afraid if that was the case? She shook herself out of her confusing thoughts and focused on Sam.

"Buffy, you okay?" He asked, seeing the mixed emotions enter her eyes, and the fact that she hadn't answered his greeting. She merely nodded and he handed her one of the coffee's he'd brought, deciding to ask her later what was up.

"Yeah, I'm good. What time is it?" She asked, drinking the coffee and sighing at the welcome taste. It was a school day and she was pretty sure she'd missed classes, but she really didn't care.

"It's almost 4 in the afternoon; I got up a few hours ago to get something to eat."

Dean exited the bathroom in just a towel, shuffled over to his duffel that he picked up off the floor and put on the bed, rummaging through it for some clean clothes. It was past time to do laundry, it seemed. He practically heard Buffy's gulp as she stared openly at his damp chest and he met her gaze, allowing his smirk to cross his face. She felt her mouth go dry at the sight of him, and tried to tear her gaze away, feeling herself blush. She'd felt his chest against her when she'd slept sure, but she didn't know he looked like that!

He took the clothes and his shaving kit back into the bathroom to change into and to fix himself up, still chuckling at the way she'd stared at him. The sounds of the two talking were muffled in the bathroom, but he took his time; it'd been a while since Sam had seen her too.

Besides, it allowed him more time to think about what he'd just realized about her, about the two of them. He had been aware that his feelings for her were unlike anything he'd felt in a while, if ever. She had been with Angel though, he reminded himself, which meant he'd need to tread lightly.

He wasn't ready to say the words she already knew he felt, and she obviously wasn't ready to receive them. So he'd wait. He'd find out what she wasn't willing to talk about last night, and then he'd wait for the moment when she'd be able to hear the words without bailing. He could afford to wait, because she was most definitely worth it.