Chapter 7

I paced around the hotel room. By the time I had realized what had happened, it was too late for me to go after Dean. I hadn't known him for very long, and I had known his brother for even less, but something didn't set right with me.

Why would the angels threaten to kill Sam?

I thought they were some of the good guys?

Why did I keep thinking about waking up with Dean's arm around me?

I should call Willow, check in on the school.

That can wait until the boys are back.

It had been almost three hours before they returned to the run down hotel room. I had watched cheesy infomercials while practiced some slaying techniques, and practically worn a hole in the carpet from my pacing. I didn't like being useless, usually it's me who goes out on their own unnecessarily and lets their friends worry about their safety.

I heard the low rumble of Dean's car and saw the lights flash through the motel room window. I stood up instantly, hands on my hips ready to go nine rounds with the Winchester Brothers. They have a new member of this team now, and one with super strength to boot. I dropped my hands when Sam was the first one through the door. The look on his face reminded me of the time I had to bring Dawn home after she had gotten into trouble at school. He looked at me once, pulling his lips into a line, acknowledging my existence before sitting on the bed, unpacking books and rifling through them. When Dean walked in, I could feel the anger radiating from his body. He shot me a look that told me someone was going to get an ass whooping and it wasn't going to be pretty.

"Uh, Dean? Can I talk to you?"

"In a minute Buffy," He concentrated on the hulk of a man sitting on the bed ten feet from me.

"No, now would be best." He followed me out of the room, unwillingly. We walked around to the tail end of his car. "What kind of car is this?" I asked, knowing it would take some of the tension off. I knew it used to Johns, just like the leather jacket he wears. He smiled a slightly, placing one hand just on top of the trunk.

"Baby's a 1967 Chevy Impala," he turned to me and the seriousness returned to his face. "That's not what you wanted to talk about." He crossed his arms in front of his chest. He unknowingly drew attention to his biceps when his fists pushed the muscles slightly forward. I blinked, returning from dreamworld.

"No. You just took off. I'm glad you found Sam, but something else happened too."

"Look, Buffy, I don't want to talk about it."

"Of course you don't, but you are going to have to. Castiel said that the angels were going to take care of him, that's some bad mojo. We are working this apocalypse together. Something happened with you two tonight now spill." I crossed my arms over my chest this time.

"He, look, I don't even know, alright. All I saw was him smoke out a demon."

"Okay? Isn't that a good thing?"

"This was different, it went through the floor. He said he was sending it back to hell without killing the actual guy in the meatsuit. Ruby was there too."

"Who is Ruby?"

"She's this demon chick I thought was destroyed or killed. She used to help us, sort of, never trusted the bitch."

"Well, did anyone get hurt?"

"No, the guy's in the hospital. But that's not the point. You don't get help from a demon, and you don't exorcise demons with your mind. He thinks he's helping people, and sure maybe he is. But this, this is a slippery slope that Ruby has got him on."

"I've seen what happens when you mess with bad mojo. My best friend back home is the most powerful witch in the world. The dark magic took a hold of her. She killed a man, and almost destroyed the town. We helped her back, all of us. If Sam is in the deep end then he needs someone to help him get back to shore. We can help him, but he's gonna need your help the most."

"If the other hunters…" Dean leaned against the back of the car, and shook his head. "If I didn't know him, and I saw what he was doing, I would want to hunt him. All of the other hunters would too."

I stood in front of him, closer than I had been before. I told him about Dawn, how she wasn't really a person, just a ball of energy disguised as human. How Glory had tried to kill her in order to open this portal that lead to my death instead. He didn't say much, just nodded his head. He wasn't angry with Sam, he was sad, afraid really. He had spent so long protecting him, died for him, and now this? I could totally relate.

I sat on the trunk on the car, our sides almost touching, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "You should talk to him Dean. Tell him about what Cas said, tell him about seeing your parents. Then get some sleep. It's been a very long day."

We walked back inside, and I stated that I was going to take a shower. My plan was to give them some time to talk, and secondly, I'd been running around for what seemed like two days, but was barely a few hours. Over the running water I heard a few shouts, and couple of crashes, and then everything calmed down. I finished my shower, wrung out my hair, and got dressed again.

By the time I walked out of the shower they were sitting at the little table talking about Mary and John.

"I never said anything about you having demon blood in you. How long have you known?" Dean's voice started to bristle.

"About a year." Sam looked down at the table.

"I had demon blood in me once." I said as I walked over to the bed, drying my hair with a towel.

"You what?" Dean turned all the way around, with one eyebrow raised. Sam looked as though he might actually say something to me.

"Yep. I was able to hear everyone's thoughts, and I mean literally everyone. It made me go insane. I couldn't sleep. But Giles and the Scooby gang helped me and we cleared it up right quick."

"What, so you got it out of your system?" Sam asked.

"Yep. But things are different in my world, or were different. I don't know, but Castiel said the barriers between my world and your world were falling apart. I don't know if what worked for me and the demon blood, will work for you. You're demons are way different than mine. You're monsters are my demons."

"We could give it a shot. It couldn't hurt, could it?" Dean looked at Sam.

"I-I suppose so. Do you know what you used?"

"Oh gosh, it's been years since then. I'll have to call Giles, talk to Willow. I think we could whip something up. I'll go call the school." I looked at the clock that read, 3:25 A.M. The sun still wasn't up. "Better yet, I'll call them in the morning. I feel like I haven't slept in two days, I'm going to call it a night."

I unfurled a sleeping bag on the floor by the heater, stole a pillow and a blanket from the bed, and settled in for some much needed sleep. It wasn't a good night of sleep, but I managed. It was better than none. My dreams were mixed with naughty thoughts of Dean, as well as memories of Spike. Seeing him brought up a bunch of old feelings and memories I hadn't thought of in years. I'm sure it wouldn't have been much different if I had seen Angel.

Much too soon was it time to get moving. Sam had gotten a phone call for a case, and I needed to get back to the school to do some research about the demon blood. The God Squad hadn't asked us to take care of this one, so we assumed it didn't have anything to do with the seals. I asked for a ride to the bus station, but as it turned out Cleveland was on the way to where ever it was that they were going. We rode in the car for a day, and this time, I was happy not to drive.

Dean was really picky about the music that played in his "baby". I didn't mind too much, but there is only so much 70's rock this Californian girl can handle. It was pretty quiet in the car otherwise. We talked about the merging of our worlds. What kind of monsters they dealt with, and how, and my kind of monsters. At a diner Sam gave me a necklace that had a star in the middle of a sun, he said it was an anti-possession sigil. It was supposed to protect me from their demons.

"Cool, so why don't you guys have one?" My question was answered as Dean and Sam tugged at their shirt collars revealing a tattoo of the same symbol on their chests. My thoughts quickly went to Dean's firm pectoral muscles, and how I would love to feel his heart beat just under my hand. Maybe lay a kiss or two there. Was it just me, or was Dean looking a little too long at me too?

"You should get a tattoo too, it's more permanent. The necklace is only temporary." Dean said in a husky voice. He tried to hide his face in the cup of black coffee he was drinking.

"I'll run that by the committee." I winked at Dean. Sam was busy reading the newspaper and didn't notice.

The night mimicked the color of the Impala as the car came to a stop in front of my small house.

"You guys can stay the night here. No really, it's the least I can do. One less count for fraud when you guys get busted." I laughed. Sam made my already small home, look even smaller. He ducked through the door way, and had just enough room to stand upright in the living room. "There's an extra room down the hall, and a hide-a-bed in the couch. You guys can fight over who goes where."

"Buffy," Dean started.

"No, you are going to stay here for the night, get some rest, and in the morning you will eat real food." I turned on a couple lamps, then walked down the hallway to get sheets and blankets for the hide-a-bed. I returned to the living room in time to see Dean and Sam Rock-Paper-Scissors for the hide-a-bed. Dean pouted like a small child when he lost, and Sam smiled widely with triumph. I set the blankets on the couch, and offered the shower to the boys, with the promise of excellent water pressure. Sam took the first one, giving Dean a fake promise of enough hot water. He forced a laugh as Sam took off down the hall.

"So, you raised him, right?" I asked as I made some tea.

"Um, yeah, I did." He tried to make himself busy, by flipping through the book on my kitchen table. The one with the giant red lettering title, "Vampyre."

"I raised Dawn too. Well, sort of. Our dad disappeared when I was sixteen, and my mom died when I when Dawn was fifteen. Now she's dating my best friend. I know she's an adult, and should be allowed to make her own decisions. But I still see her as a little kid. I get it."

"Sammy was six months old when mom died. We've been on the road since then. Sometimes dad would be gone for days on a case. I would take care of Sam while he was gone. He was nothing like the John you met."

"I'm sorry. You shouldn't have had to carry that burden." I sat down in the other chair at the table that I had purposely moved closer to him. I studied the profile of his face. His strong jaw line covered by a day old beard that made him look older than he is. His green eyes stared intently at the pages of the book I knew he wasn't reading. I placed my small hand on his clenched hand, his green eyes stared into mine.

"Buffy," he started to say something, as Sam stomped down the hall. I quickly moved my hand and sat back in my chair, clutching my cup of tea. Sam gave us a quizzically look, then asked where he could find a cup. I showed him where they were, and got out leftovers to feed the three of us. I excused myself to bed. I let my fingers brush against his arm as I walked passed.

In my room I snuggled down into my many fluffy blankets, and quickly fell asleep.

I stood in the door way of a white marble room. Blood stained the floor in a familiar pattern. Dean was beside me, shouting, screaming. Sam stood in front of us, apologetic, tearful. A whole room began to shake and the floor started to crack beneath my feet. A bright light escaped from the floor. My heart pounded in my chest. I felt helpless as I shielded my eyes.

I woke up covered in sweat. It had been years since I had a slayer dream. I ran out of my room only to find the ugly floral pattern visible on the couch and all the blankets folded next to the pillows on the coffee table. I peered out my front window and my suspicions were confirmed. The Winchesters were gone. I rushed to the phone and tried to call them, but was answered by voicemail recordings. They were long gone, and wasn't sure when I would see them again.


This is the last chapter that will be in Buffy's POV, the next few will be from Dean's. I thought you'd like to see what's going on in his head about Buffy and the merging of the two separate universes. There will be more of Willow, Xander, and Dawn later on.

I want to take a moment to thank everyone who has kept up with this story so far. So thank you :)

Lastly, if you think taking turns with the POV is a mistake, I might reconsider, but it'll take more than just a couple of reviews to rethink it. Unless of course it's a very well written out reason as to why.

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