My Soul Dreams

Chapter 4

AN: Sorry this took so long to get out. This chapter did NOT wanna be written. But on the upside chapter 5 is already done and will be posted super soon. Enjoy!

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"The radio around here sucks." Dean complained as they drove into Pennsylvania. He noticed Sam looking over the case file. "Come on, a case doesn't get much sweeter than this. A dead vic with a gnawed on neck, body drained of blood, and a witness that swears up and down that it was a vampire."

"Yeah… sweet." Buffy said sarcastically from the back.

"Oh not you too!" Dean groaned. "What's the matter with you two?"

"No, I agree. It's a helluva case. It's just… the world is coming to an end. Things are getting a bit complicated." Sam said.

"Yeah well we can't save the world. Not today anyway, but what we can do is chop off some vamp's head." Dean said enthusiastically.

"Well forgive me if I'm not doing cartwheels back here. My leg is asleep." Buffy said dryly.

"Ah come on, I figured if anyone would be amped up for this, it'd be you Miss Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I didn't get your title wrong did I?" Dean teased.

"Nope. I'm all for the slayage. I'm just bored. One vamp's not exactly gonna get my blood pumping."

"I can think of a few things I could do to help with that." Dean said, turning around to leer at her.

"Hey eyes on the road Casanova." Sam said.

Dean laughed, facing forward again.

"I don't know. Maybe we should let Sam handle this one, Dean." Buffy said, a smirk spearing on her face.

"Uh… why?" He questioned, glancing at her again.

Buffy just raised her eyebrows, giving Dean a pointed look.

Dean didn't need her to spell it out. "What do you say, Sammy? Think you can take care of Bela Lugosi by yourself?"

Sam shot Dean a look. "You were just whining about none of us being excited for the vamp hunt and now you don't want in on it?"

"Priorities, Sam."

"So you want me to take out the vamp so you and Buffy can go do it." Sam said flatly.

"Yeah that sounds about right." Dean said unapologetic.

Sam sighed. "Fine. But we're getting separate rooms… on separate floors. I never need to hear that stuff."

Dean laughed, slapping Sam on the shoulder. "Thanks bro, I owe you one."

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"That was nice of Sam." Buffy said as they walked into their motel room.

"Sweetheart," Dean said taking off his jacket. "We are not talking about Sam right now."

Buffy giggled as he pinned her against the wall by the door, his hands trailing down her sides as his lips covered hers.

Buffy's hands gripped the fabric of his t-shirt as he broke away, his lips leaving a trail of fire as he kissed down her neck. "Need you." Buffy gasped.

Dean lifted her up, her legs going around his hips as he carried her over to the bed. He set Buffy down and she rose to her knees, and reached over, pulling his shirt over his head before her lips covered his again.

Dean slid his hands up the front of her shirt, caressing the parts of her soft breasts not covered by her bra. A moment later, her shirt and bra were gone. Her skirt and panties followed soon after.

Buffy reached down, tugging impatiently at his fly. Dean smirked, swatting her hands away. He unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his legs and pushed her back onto the bed, looming over her. He dipped his head softly kissing along her jaw.

"Buffy." He whispered.

"Please."

And for the first time in over six years, Buffy and Dean lost themselves in each other.

Many passion-filled hours later, Buffy lay tucked in Dean's arms, her favorite place in the world, a fine layer of sweat covering them both.

"I missed you." Dean said softly, the deep rumble of his voice breaking the silence in the dim room. "Everyday. I didn't think I'd survive."

"But you did." She said softly.

"Yeah… but I'm nowhere near who I was back then." He said ruefully.

"Neither am I." She shifted slightly so she could look at his face. He wore a guarded expression and his eyes were conflicted. "Death changes people. No matter where we end up."

Dean sighed."Yeah."

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. Heaven's not exactly my favorite topic so I can only imagine…"

"I… I don't remember it." Dean said, his voice rough.

"You do remember who you're talking to right?" Buffy asked, giving him a serious look.

Dean couldn't help but chuckle a little. That was his Buffy. She could always manage to cut through all of his bullshit with ease. Truth was… he almost wanted to tell her, if for no other reason than to prove to himself that she'd love him anyway. It had been on his mind for a while. She'd always been there for him any time he needed her, and somehow, even with all his self loathing and self doubt… he knew in his heart she wouldn't condemn him. But that was the reason he didn't tell her. He didn't deserve her compassion. He was a monster. He knew she held the power to ease his pain… and he couldn't let her.

He looked at her with sad eyes and shook his head. "I… I can't. You're right, I remember everything… every damn second. But… I can't talk about it." He pulled her against his chest burying his face in her hair.

"It's okay. I told you, you don't have to. But know that you can always talk to me Dean, about anything." Buffy told him softly.

Dean swallowed. "I know. Believe me… if there's anyone I was gonna talk about this with, it'd be you. But I can't."

Buffy nodded. "But I still wanna help. If there's any way I can… just tell me."

Dean grinned, never one to let a moment stay sappy for too long. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to lay on top of him. "How 'bout you distract me." He said, leering at her.

Buffy smiled, shaking her head at him in amusement. She knew what he was doing and she'd let him. "I think I can do that." Buffy said with a smirk. She slid down his body and under the covers.

Moments later Dean groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head, his hips arching off the bed slightly. Damn she was good at distractions.

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Sam climbed into the passenger seat of the Impala and leaned his head back against the seat.

"So how'd it go?" Dean asked looking more relaxed than Sam had seen him in a long time.

"Fine, in the I-hate-Oktoberfest sense of the word." Sam griped.

"So vamp's dead."

"Yeah." Sam said.

"Cool." Dean said, putting his foot on the accelerator and driving away.

"But you missed all the chicks in short skirts and wooden shoes." Sam teased.

"I am completely okay with that." Dean said with a smirk, glancing at a very content looking Buffy in the rearview mirror. And he was. He'd give up all the beer carrying busty babes in the world if he could spend every night in Buffy's arms… and the various other places he'd spent time in last night. He had Buffy back, and even though the world was technically coming to an end, he couldn't help but be okay as long as she was with him.

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Sorry if that kinda sucked. I'm not really of fan of the episode Monster Movie so I kinda let Buffy and Dean do their own thing. I tried not to make it too graphic since this is rated T… so yeah. More to come!