Title: Nightmare From Hell

A/N: Buffy has a nightmare and it takes a few phone calls and Dean to calm her down.

Pairings: Buffy/Dean

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Nightmare From Hell

A scream pierces the silence of the house. Dean instinctively pulls out the silver knife tucked under his pillow and looks around his bedroom, the light cast by the street lamps outside giving the room an eerie atmosphere. He realizes that the screaming is coming from the thrashing form of his girlfriend lying on the other side of his bed. Dean lowers the knife and reaches out to Buffy.

"Buffy." He shakes her shoulder, trying to wake her from the nightmare. "Buffy!" He says, as she continues screaming. Suddenly she wakes. Her eyes open and her hand comes up to punch Dean in the face, but she stop just before her fist connects with his jaw. She lowers her hand and looks up at Dean with raw, unbridled grief in her eyes. Sitting up in bed, Buffy raises her hands to her face and bursts into tears. Dean moves quickly to sit up and pull Buffy into an embrace. His arms wrap around her sobbing form.

"I saw them all die again." She wails, rubbing at her eyes with frustrated hands, trying to get the image out of her brain. Dean pulls back from her and takes her hands away from her face and holds them in his large ones. "Everyone I couldn't save. Dean I, I couldn't move. I just watched as they died in front of me." She sobs, leaning her head into his chest as Dean's arms wrapped around her again. She balls her fingers up in his shirt and almost rips the fabric in her death hold.

"Sh." He coos as his thumb rubs circles on her arm and he rocks her slightly. "It was just a dream. You did everything you could to try and save them." Dean says, his lips pressed into her hair. "You can't save everyone." He whispers. Buffy's cries become softer. "You wanna talk about it?" Buffy shakes her head, and then nods a moment later.

"Tara, Anya, Mum, Bobby, your Dad, and, and Giles." Buffy says each name between sobs, but she lets out a groan as the last name slips her tongue. She pushes her forehead against Dean's shoulder forcefully, trying to bury her head in his shoulder and to stop the images flashing through her brain. "I watched Giles die all over again!" She whimpers. "As well as all the civilians that ever died on my watch."

"You did the best you could each and ever time. You can't hold yourself accountable for their deaths." Dean says, pulling away slightly so that he can look her in the eyes. He uses one hand to wipe her hair off her face, while keeping the other securely around her waist. She bites her lip and looks up at him. Buffy brings her hand to cover Dean's hand that rests on her face. She opens her mouth to say something but stops, her lip quivering as more tears fall.

"And then it was like a scene of my worst fears. You: all bloody and broken, being tortured. Dawn: screaming as she watches. Sam: being beaten senseless. Willow: crying over Xander's dead body and turning evil. Faith: lying in a pool of her own blood, moaning for me to help, but I can't. All my worst fears playing out as I watch helplessly from the sidelines." Dean lets Buffy speak, but as soon as she finishes he pulls her close again, her arms wrapping around his neck as she cries into his neck.

"I'm fine. I'm right here babe. I am here with you and we are both safe." He says. "Hey." He says pulling away from her.

"What?" Buffy asks, watching as Dean grabs his mobile phone off the nightstand. "What are you doing?" She asks, her eye red and puffy and her body still shaking out of distress.

"Wait a sec." He replies, dialing a number and waiting for them to pick up.

"Dean? What the hell is wrong with you man? It is three o'clock in the morning." Sam's annoyed voice comes through.

"Buffy had a seriously bad dream. Please tell her that you are fine." Dean says.

"Was it a premonition?" Sam asks, all hints of sleep gone from his voice.

"No. Please just tell her that you aren't 'being beaten senseless' right now." Dean says before handing the phone to Buffy.

"Hey Sammy." Buffy says as Dean pulls her into his arms. He listens as Buffy talks to Sam, after a minute or two she chuckles and he can see her smiling in the semi-light of the bedroom.

"Okay. Thanks Sammy. Bye." She says. Buffy hands Dean the phone, but her face is still darkened by what her nightmare was about. He takes the phone from her and dials another number.

"Hey Dawnie. Sorry to wake you, but Buffy had a seriously bad nightmare and I was wondering if you could talk to her?" Dean asks into the phone.

"Yeah sure Dean." Willow replies. Dean hands the phone over to Buffy.

"Hi Dawnie." Buffy says into the phone. She talks to Dawn for a while, a little bit about the dream, but mainly about random topics. It is almost three thirty when Buffy ends the call to Dawn.

"Did you want to call anyone else?" Dean asks, as he settles his back against the head of the bed. Buffy sits in between Dean's legs with her back resting against his chest, his arms wrap around her stomach and she leans back to lean her head on his shoulder.

"Yeah."

"Who?"

"I gotta call Faith." She says sitting up slightly, dialing the number, and pressing the phone to her ear.

"What up Deano?" Faith's voice answers from the other side.

"Hey Faith, it's Buffy."

"Hey, what's wrong?" Faith says, catching the sadness in Buffy's voice. Tears run down Buffy's cheeks.

"I had a dream that everyone was being hurt, and I saw you in a pool of your own blood. I just wanted to make sure you were alright."

"B, I'm fine. Don't read too much into dreams like that. I haven't had a weird-seeing-the-future dream in a while, but usually they are more cryptic than me bleeding. I bleed every week." Faith says seriously.

"Faith, I just want you to know that you are family and I don't know what I'd do without you." Buffy says quietly. She hears Faith's intake of breath.

"Right back at you B. Now get the hell back to bed, we've got a weaponry class at nine tomorrow at Slayer School." Faith says, trying to break the emotional moment before she cried. Buffy hears the smile in her voice and smiles.

"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow."

"See ya." Buffy hangs up and leans her head back onto Dean's shoulder, sighing.

"Do you want to call Xander and Willow?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, is that alright?" Buffy says, turning her head over her shoulder to try and look at Dean's face.

"Yeah that's fine." He replies, kissing the back of Buffy's head.

"Thank you for putting up with me." Buffy says kissing as far around as she could from her position, which happens to be his bicep. "I love you."

"I love you too." Dean says smiling into her hair.

Buffy calls Willow and Xander, which calms her down completely knowing that everyone is safe and out of harms way, and that no one is currently bleeding to death or already dead.

"You wanna go back to bed?" Dean asks. With his arms still wrapped round her stomach, he uses his thumb to rub circles on the skin showing just below her tank top, in a soothing way.

"Yeah, I think I'm good now." Buffy responds. Dean moves down the bed and pulls the covers over himself and Buffy. She moves around, so that she is facing him, and kisses him softly on the lips. "Thank you for everything." She says.

"No problem." Dean whispers back, as he leans in to kiss Buffy more deeply. She smiles into the kiss and moves her hand to his hair, while one of Dean's stay at her waist and the other moves to her neck.

"Dean Winchester I love you." Buffy says breaking off the kiss to look at him deeply.

"I love you too Buffy Summers."