Author – Benaboo

Rating – This one is definitely NC-17

Warnings – violence, some gore, language, and explicit sex

Setting – This takes place at the beginning of January 2010, after the boys go to Wisconsin in Gypsy's, Tramps, and Thieves. Takes place during season 5 of Supernatural, 6 years after Buffy ended, and 5 after Angel ended.

Notes – Alright, for this chapter I concentrated on Spike, Dan and Sam. No real lemons in this chapter folks or the next one, but I promise, as soon as I can get to them again I will! It's just fun exploring this story I've created built in these two universes right now!

I fully intend on explaining the Willow/Spike bond, and I know I've been hinting on it I just haven't fleshed it out enough yet. So its better I think, to take my time with it than have the story come out not making any sense. I hope you all can agree with me on that.

Also, after chapter 8 is up I'm going to start weaving in POV from Jen, Sara, Rachel, and some of the other characters, like Gunn, and maybe Lorne and a few others from the Angel clan. All I can say is that I'm just getting started, and that this story is going to have a lot of chapters. I'm in no rush to finish it, and I hope that's ok with you loyal readers who have added this story of mine to their favorites list!

As always, thank you for you're continued support! Please feel free to leave reviews; I always like hearing what ya'll have to say!

Bena

Chapter Seven

Spike Pov

I felt everything that Red went through. The headache, the panic, and the disorientation, and those were the least of the ordeal. I had no idea what had actually transpired, just how she was feeling, both physically and emotionally. It was through our recent, magically forged bond, for sure that we were tied this way, which was sometimes a bad thing, but not always. Sure, right now it sucked major arse, but get her in the sack and it was an entirely different situation. This bond I shared with my little witch was obviously much more to me than anything I had ever shared with Buffy, and even more than that I had ever experienced with Drusilla. Not that I minded, Red and I knew this was meant to be, even before it happened; although we had had no idea back then of the real feelings we had for each other.

Why was that? Because my Will, my Miss Rosenberg and my Red, the absolute love of my life, had been gay. Lesbian is the more bloody PC term for it I suppose, or whatever you overly liberal nutters want to call it right? Always got to be a few of you wankers that take things so far to the extreme that you muss everything up for the rest of us.

So why in sodding hell did we wind up together, bonded through physical and emotional love like no one else in the universe? Well, when you have the answer to that would you please let us know, because we're still trying to figure that one out, to some extent. It's a lot to explain, but not important just right now.

After being exhausted from the painful emotions I felt going through Willow, I found that I or someone else, had put me on the living room couch. I was comfortable, at least, until I opened my eyes and looked blearily to my right. There sat the "poof" in the recliner with a sardonic smile on his face. Of course, we got along a bit better these days, ever since he became human and I wasn't pining over Buffy anymore, but that didn't mean we were, as Faith often put it, "five by bloody five."

I sighed. "What are you smiling at you ponce?"

"Not much Spiky boy, not much." His smile turned serious. "Willow?"

I nodded. "Yeah, she's ok, but she saw, heard, and experienced something big. Xander is driving her home now, no doubt." I pinched the bridge of my nose before looking back at Angel. "It could be she witnessed something that has to do with what's been happening. Would be nice to have the one up on our side for a change."

"Very true, but I wouldn't expect it. It just never turns out that way, not for us. There's always some twist, something we miss."

"Well now, there was that time Cordelia gave you the heads up."

He nodded solemnly. "Yes, but we couldn't save Wes or Fred, now could we?"

He wasn't wrong. "I bloody well know that, but there comes a time when even I have to believe something good will come of all this crap!"

Angel nodded again and was silent for a few moments before he spoke again, completely changing topics on me.

"Spike, have you noticed anything strange with Buffy lately?" His question caught me off guard. I didn't know what to say for a minute, and when I did it came out as sodding confused as I really was… and a bit sarcastic, of course, since this is me we're talking about.

"Strange? This is Buffy Summers we're talking about! When is she not strange? Come on Angel, you know your own bloody bird don't you?"

"Yes Spike, I know her, normally I do that is anyway, I just have this feeling something's off about her. I can't put my finger on it, but that this nagging suspicion she's not herself lately and it's just bugging me."

I looked at him like he had three heads instead of two. "Well have you talked to her about it then?"

A shake of his head. "Not yet. I didn't want to come off like I was being too over protective or worried for no reason, especially when I just noticed her behavior over the last week or so. I figured she'd either tell me something was wrong or it was just one of those things I shouldn't pry about."

He still had three heads. "Right then. So may I ask why you'd think I noticed anything about the Slayer's new found love of brooding? I mean maybe you're rubbing off on her." I gave him a sarcastic smirk. "Or just rubbing on the girl for that matter." He shot me a dirty look, and satisfied that I got a rise out of him I continued. ""You did, after all, perfect the art of brooding for all those damn centuries, maybe Buffy picked up on it while you weren't looking."

He rolled his eyes. "No you dimwit, I asked you because you and Willow tend to be very observant. This is the only chance I've had to talk to either of you since you've both been so damn busy."

I felt the smirk leave my face. What he said had actually made some sense. Ok so he was back to having two heads now, which was normal for any man anyway. Guess I should have given him five heads to start with.

"I'll give you that poof, but no I haven't. You'll have to talk to her at some point, find out what's on her mind from her, in her own words." I was silent again for a few seconds before I softened a little and tried to make the git feel better. "I guess if you want Red or I could talk to her, but it might go smoother coming from you mate. Always best to be direct, you know?"

"Yeah I know." We both looked to the window as a car door slammed. "That must be Xander with Willow. Make some room so she can sit and get comfy." I nodded as he got up and went quickly to go meet them, sitting up to make room for my Red.

A few minutes later they were helping her in. She looked like she had better days, fatigue and pain plain as day in her features, mobile that she was. It didn't mask my concern for her though, I knew, and so did she when she locked eyes with me. I held my arms out automatically as they guided her to me, and she fell into them perfectly as it was meant to be, just her and me. She laid her head on my chest and I, in turn, put one arm around her waist and the other up to caress her head and hair.

She spoke, weakly, but it was something. "Mmm, that feels nice."

I kissed her forehead. "You had me worried. That was some serious bloody shit you were feeling in Red."

Her entire body heaved against mine, our link to each other telling me how wiped out and concerned she was about it. "I just need to rest. I know you want to hear what happened, but I want to wait for the rest of the gang and the Winchester boys so I only have to expend energy telling it once."

I kissed her forehead and hugged her closer. "Alright girl, you just lay you're head back, close you're eyes and get some sleep. We can talk about it later." I didn't get to say it all though before she fell asleep, and it didn't matter. She was safe in my arms.

Xander spoke up. "It took a lot out of her. Seems like it did the same to you."

I yawned, tired as all get out myself. "Yeah," I said, as my own eyes closed, holding Willow snug to me. "We'll deal with it later." That was all I remembered as I drifted off to sleep.

Dawn POV

I was dreaming but it felt so real. Deep down my sub conscious knew this, I knew this, but I didn't care. It was such a great dream; standing on the beach back in California, which I missed terribly some days, the sun setting in pinks and light purples stretching across a seemingly endless sky. A warm breeze on the air sings through my hair as if the wind specifically chose me to dance on the air with, tossing my hair back behind my shoulders in waves to match the sparkling crystal blue water in front of me.

Another hand clasps mine, big and strong, and I don't need to look up to know that it's him. I know it's him, my heart's already told me. As we stand there looking out across the ocean, wave lapping at our feet, sucking us into the sand, nothing needs to be said. We understand one another and how we fit into each other's lives so perfectly. So good. So true. So right.

Time seems to move slowly, and now, minutes later it's almost dark on that beach, and his hand unclasps mine as he moves behind me and encircles his arms around my waist. He drops kisses on my neck and shoulders, and I breathe in the scent of him mixed with the salty air, feeling more content than I ever have in my entire life. He belongs to me and me to him; there's nothing I know more in my heart that.

As he gently turns me around and begins laying me down in the sand to make love to me, I whisper his name on the ocean wind to tell him so…

"Sam…"

"Hey. You awake Dawn?"

I didn't want to open my eyes, but I did, finding myself looking into his smiling, ever changing ones. I yawned and stretched, and like my dream he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"How long have we been sleeping? Please tell me we don't have to get up right this moment."

Sam laughed as I snuggled into him. "Not this minute, but probably pretty soon. We should be at you're house early, once Dean gets back you know?"

"I know. It's just that I'm so comfy right now, I don't want to move. Feels like I've melded into the bed."

He laughed again. "Ok miss bed bug; you just stay snug as you are right here then." He kissed my cheek, my nose, and my lips. "I could even find a bit more time to possibly make you even snugger."

It was my turn to giggle. "As tempting as that may be, I'll take snuggles and pillow talk. You exhausted me! Also, I don't want to fall back to sleep again, and I need to be alert in case I have to research anything later on."

"Fair enough." He pulled back to look into my eyes, playing with a strand of my hair. "So, what were you dreaming about?"

I blushed and averted my eyes. "I don't exactly remember. How do you know I was dreaming?"

He just smiled at me, amused. "You said my name in your sleep."

"I must have just been waking up, I don't remember." I gave him my best wide eyed innocent look and curled up right back into him.

I felt and heard him sigh. "Ok, but Dawn, you know you can tell me anything right?"

"I know."

We didn't say anything else for a long time. We just laid there in each other's arms, touching, kissing, and holding each other. I don't know why I didn't tell him about my dream right then. I guess I just wanted to keep it to myself, since I knew he would have to go back to his reality eventually. Realistically, I knew dreams didn't come true, not in my experience or anyone I knew, for that matter. So I couldn't see the point of dwelling on it when this wouldn't end up as anything. Fairy tales weren't real, after all.

The sound of the front door shutting firmly downstairs made me jump, and Sam too I noticed.

"Dean." We said at the same time, and jumped out of bed, searching for our clothes strewn around the room.

Sam tossed my jeans to me and nodded toward the bathroom. "Go ahead and get cleaned up ok? I'll handle my brother."

I was nervous. Dean was back sure, but also because I couldn't find my underwear. "Sounds great Sam, but I need my underwear! Shit! Where did they go?"

All I heard Sam say was, "Damn" before there was a knock on the door. I grabbed the clothes that I had and ran to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me as softly as I could, so the older Winchester couldn't hear me. Also so he wouldn't see me in all my post sex nakedness.

I turned on the shower and let it get steamy for a minute before stepping under the hot water. I washed up as quickly as I could, so I had a few minutes to spare to let the water just beat down on my neck and shoulders, letting it massage and relax the tension my body was holding in. This had been a lot of tension, especially in the last twenty four hours.

When I finally had enough I turned the water off, rubbed my face with my hands, and squeezed as much of the liquid as I could out of my hair. I grabbed one of the fluffy, oversized towels from the bar outside, dried myself off, and wrapped in snugly around my body. I plugged the hair dryer we kept here in, grabbed a hairbrush, and began the tedious task of drying what I could so my hair would no longer be tangled or drip on to my skin. When my hair was slightly damp and smoothed to my liking, and I was satisfied with letting it dry the rest of the way on its own, I put everything away, cleaned up the bathroom and walked to the door.

I put my ear on it, but I didn't hear anything, so I figured Sam had gotten rid of Dean. I breathed a sigh of relief, and holding the towel to me, opened the door to step back in the bedroom.

Oh, I figured SO wrong…

I should have waited a few minutes longer, or until Sam knocked on the door for me to come out. It looked as though he just about had Dean backed out into the hall, but my re-entry into the room screwed it all up. Bad timing and lack of patience on my part, and now I had to deal with the consequences.

Dean smirked his freckled face at me, grabbing the opportunity to make it awkward for Sam and myself and greatly amusing for him. "Hi there Dawnie! You look radiant dahling!"

I could feel the heat of embarrassment flush into my cheeks. "Uhm thanks."

Sam sighed and rolled his eyes. "Dean, dude, just go ok? This isn't funny."

He just kept on smirking as he answered his brother. "Sure thing Sammy." He made to turn around, thought better of it, and spot lit his mischievous grin on me once more. "They're on the dresser mirror Dawnie sweetheart." With that he chuckled, turned his back, and walked away down the hall.

Sam shut the door, and at the same time we looked at each other and then turned to look at the dresser mirror.

Sure enough, my panties hung from the top of the mirror, dangling in the bright, afternoon sunlight streaming through the bedroom window.

'Damn it!'

Sam POV

After Dawn had stepped into the bathroom I went to the door to play interference with Dean. I opened it just a crack and peered out into his smiling, sarcastic face, determined not to let him step one foot into the room.

"Dean now isn't a good time."

"And when would be a good time Sammy?" the amusement in his voice was evident.

I rolled my eyes at him. "I'm being serious Dean."

"Oh, I'm sure you are Ash, bedding young Sheila in an alternate dimension you won't be staying in for long. There doesn't happen to be a quest for a book yet, does there?"

He frustrated me and so I snapped back at him. "It's none of you're business Dean, and the Army of Darkness analogy doesn't fit, since we're not in the past!"

My brother continued to smirk, raising a brow. "Touché!" He toned it down a bit then, but it wasn't gone. With Dean it never was. "Seriously, we have to get going as soon as possible. Angel called me when I walked through the door. Something's up."

I opened the door a bit further then, still blocking it so he couldn't get in, going into work mode quickly. "Did he go into any details of what happened?"

It was his turn to roll his eyes. "Apparently the witch saw someone or something and they want us to be there earlier if we can."

I gave him an angry glare. "Her name is Willow, Dean."

He waved a hand as if to dismiss me. "Whatever, dude, so grab you're little groupie and get you're ass in gear." He looked around the room again and his grin returned. "But you know, if you want to take a few minutes to gunny the sack again, I'm sure we can come up with a reasonable lie as a cover story."

At this point I heard a hair dryer going and so did Dean, because we both looked at the bathroom door before turning our attention back on each other.

"Alright Dean, time to go." I said.

He didn't budge. "Aw, come on! I wanna stick around so I can say hi to Dawn!"

I pushed him out the door. "You can say hi when we come downstairs, just go!"

I tried closing the door on him, but he put his weight behind it. "Sam, let go of the door!"

"No! Go away Dean!" He didn't, and we both stood there, bracing ourselves against either side of the door for quite a while before Dean finally stopped, turned his head and smiled.

I whipped my head around and there was Dawn, clad only in towel and her eyes wide with shock at the sight of my brother, who was now kinda eye fucking her.

A few words were spoken, and Dean pointed out her undergarments before he finally would leave. I shut the door, looking at Dawn and then the dresser mirror, then back at her. She just stood there staring at her panties with an embarrassing, horrified look on her pretty face. A couple of silent, awkward moments passed by before either of us spoke, and it was her oddly enough, as I had no idea how to begin talking to her at that point.

"There's no way I'll ever be able to look at or talk to Dean again! That was so embarrassing!"

I did my best to console her. "I'm sorry about that Dawn. Dean's the way he is and I'll warn you he'll bring it up at the most unsuspecting time too."

She nodded. "Yeah, he seems like the type of guy to do just that."

"Try not to worry about it too much. I'll see if I can keep him from bringing it up. Just concentrate on the important stuff we have to do for now ok? That should help take the edge off facing him for a while anyway."

She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she faced me. "Let's get dresse3d then. I should have a few hours before we go to check the laptop and see if anything turned up on that car, or the skin walker."

I continued to talk to her as we got dressed. "Well, technically it's a shape shifter, but in our world they fall into the skin walker category."

She walked over to the dresser and snatched up the underwear quickly. "Category? So you guys have more than one type of the skin walkers?"

"Yeah. Shape shifters, werewolves, and t he likes."

Dawn finished putting her jeans back on and grabbed for her bra and shirt. "Werewolves. We have those too. Willow actually used to date one. I miss Oz; I haven't seen him in a while."

I stared at her, not believing what I was hearing. "You guys let werewolves be? Aren't ya 'll afraid they'll kill people or make more of their kind?"

She was pulling on her shirt as she answered me. "Our worlds are different but let me attempt an explanation."

I sat on the bed, my attention rapt as I was eager to learn as much as I could about the Supernatural creatures in her world. "I'd really like that."

She sat down next to me and put her hand on mine. "Werewolves here are the typical shoot in the heart with silver type, morphing the nights before, of, and after the full moon. To be turned, a scratch or a bite is effective, although there have been a few people not scratched deep enough to have been infected even if that's rare. Does this differ from where you come from?" she asked.

I smiled. "Actually, it's exactly the same except for the scratching. Our werewolves have to bite to infect, it's the only way. Also, there's no cure." I briefly thought of Madison, and the sadness must have come through in my voice, because Dawn moved her hand up to my arm to my shoulder and gave me a sympathetic squeeze.

"There's no cure here either Sam." She said gently.

I didn't want to talk about Madison so I prompted her to continue. "Alright, so what about this Oz you mentioned? And how do you deal with the werewolves then, if you don't kill them?"

"We have killed a few. Couldn't be helped really, since they gave into the beast and wouldn't lock themselves up or seek Oz's help."

I raised a brow. "Oz is a werewolf and he helps other werewolves deal with their condition?" I was a bit skeptical.

"When Oz turned it was hard to deal with him, but he stayed locked up and everything was good for a while. He was dating Willow until he met Veruca, who didn't mind killing people. Oz did. Veruca seduced Oz in wolf form, she tried to kill Willow, Oz killed Veruca, and things went to hell between them. He left for a while, and she was heart broken."

I was amazed and intrigued. "Then what happened?"

"He came back a few months later, after being in East Asia for that time. He had been determined to somehow get a cure or learn a modicum of control over the beast inside of him. So he spent some time at a monastery there learning meditation and calm, and it worked. Not great at first how he tells it, but now he can change without letting it completely ruling him over most days."

I wasn't sure I quite believed it, but I was impressed none the less. "So now he helps others that are like him, that don't want to hurt anyone or let the wolf control them? That's very noble. What went on between him and Willow then? They couldn't make a go of it?"

Dawn got a sad look in her eyes this time, and turned away from me. "Pretty much, however there's more to it than that, and not my place to tell it."

I put my arm around her. "I'm sorry I asked."

She wiped a few tears that had crawled down from her eyes and did her best to smile through them at me. "It's alright. It's still hard for me to talk about. You'll know at some point I'm sure though, Willow talks about it from time to time."

I changed the discussion back to the topic. Is Oz in Asia now then, helping the others?"

Dawn nodded. "Yeah, but he comes by sometimes, and he has a group of wolves with the beast in check, including his mate. They are powerful allies, and help when they can. Some of them have died helping, protecting us and the slayers."

I got lost in thought. "Meditation and eastern philosophy; I don't think anyone in my world has ever thought of that."

"Maybe it could work in you're world like it does in ours since our werewolves are kind of similar. It couldn't hurt to try." The younger Summers girl tried to sound hopeful.

They were definitely wise words. "That's what I'm thinking. Is there any chance I could meet Oz, or possibly talk over the phone with him? I'd love to get the details from the source if I can."

Her eyes brightened. "The phone is possible for sure. Depending on what's going on now, a face to face could happen, but who knows? I can promise that you can talk to him at some point one way or another, at the very least."

"I'd like that." I looked at my watch. "We had better get going, we don't want to be late, and it's safer if we get to you're house before dark, right?"

Dawn groaned and buried her face in her hands, muffling her reply. "Oh doe! I don'f vont to face year brofer!"

I was still pissed at Dean but she was too cute when she was embarrassed, I just had to smile. "I know you don't, but you'll me there with you to stave him off."

She peeked at me from behind her fingers. "You promifse?"

I laughed. "I promise. Now come on. Let's go face Dean, check the laptop and get to Willow."

She grabbed my hand then, kissed me quick on the lips and we left to face the big bad, Dean, and a night in which we had no idea of what was looming in front of us.