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Chapter 8

Dean and Buffy reluctantly left the motel after the third day, leaving to meet up with Sam and Faith at Slayer Central.

It was the first week of April, and they had just over a month to get Dean out of his deal.

"So what did Glenda the Good witch say exactly?" Dean asked, for the thousandth time, packing the last bag into the boot of the Impala.

"Willow, didn't say anything," Buffy replied with a roll of her eyes, "Faith called and said Willow had a lead and to get our butts home - pronto!"

Dean scoffed, before coming behind Buffy, and wrapping his arms around her waist, and whispering in her ear, "Now, now, Princess, wouldn't you prefer to stay a little while longer? I've got a few more positions that I know you'll just love."

Buffy turned in his embrace, face red from blushing.

"I would prefer to find a way out of your deal, so we can try those positions many, many times," she replied, with a kiss.

"Alright, Blondie, have it your way. Let's go!" Dean replied, causing Buffy to squeal as he smacked her ass, before moving into the driver's seat.


Dean and Buffy arrived at headquarters a couple of hours later and went straight to the war room. Walking in, they were met with an atmosphere of foreboding.

"And here I thought you had good news," Dean commented, as he took a seat next to his brother.

The Scoobies were already seated, with Dawn next to Sam, and Willow and Xander across from them. Giles had gone home to England not long after Christmas, and Kennedy and Faith were off teaching classes.

"Well no, it is good news, its, uh, the best news we could get, really, b-but, that, ah, doesn't mean there isn't, ya know, issues," Willow replied, with an apologetic look at Dean.

"Glenda, calm down, I was just messing around," Dean chuckled, winking in Willow's direction.

"Right! Well, uh, we did find a spell. A spell that's powerful enough to break the deal. Break it completely, no hell trip for Deano, and no dropping dead for Sammy. But, uh, it's hard. Very hard," Willow stammered, nervously.

Buffy looked closely at Willow, noticing how anxious she really was. Willow had single handily changed the Slayer line. If this spell was making her nervous, it was obviously bad news.

"We have contacted my coven in England, and they agreed to help me with the spell, to give me a little more umph in power, but, uh, the ingredients, they will be a bit more, uh, complicated to get," Willow explained. "For the spell, we need a virgin's tears, not just any tears, but the tears of pure happiness. We also need the skin of a shapeshifter, and blood from a vampire. And, uh, they all need to be given willingly. And we need the name of the demon holding your contract. Oh! And the spell needs to be done on the full moon," Willow paused, "which is in three days."

Dean and Buffy stared at Willow in shock.

"Well I guess that's it," Dean murmured, taking Buffy's hand, giving it a squeeze, knowing that the spell would be impossible.

Sam cleared his throat, "Not necessarily, we've already got the virgin tears. For some reason, Bobby had some on hand. He's on his way to us now."

"And looks like we'll be gettin' us a demon name any minute now," Faith remarked, walking into the war room.

"Dramatic entry, much?" Buffy responded, with a smile.

"What can I say, B? Could never resist the fanfare," Faith chuckled, taking a seat.

"Before you came, Wills did a couple of locater spells. Found us a demon, and a shapeshifter," Xander explained, "We were lucky. We found a demon not far from here, and sent out a small team to extract it."

"Yup, and they've just returned. Got Kennedy working him over. Converted the basement into a cozy little torture chamber. Should have the name soon," Faith finished.

"Right, so now we need to get us a shapeshifer, and a vampire, and somehow convince them to do us a solid," Dean scoffed.

"Actually," Dawn started, "we've already got a vampire that has agreed to help."

"How the heck have you managed that?" Dean asked incredulously, not noticing the meaningful looks being directed in Buffy's direction.

Buffy's realisation hit her like a ton of bricks. There were only two vampires that would willingly help the Scoobies, and one of them was currently in England. That left one option.

"Spike," Buffy whispered, her tone of voice causing both Winchester's to look at her in curiosity.

Three years earlier, Willow had gone to Las Vegas on business. While she was there, she found out Spike was alive, and had been for the past year.

At first, when Buffy had found out about Spike being alive, she had been furious. For the last months of Sunnydale, he had been her crutch, supporting her and loving her, no matter what mistakes she made, and she had loved him for it, no matter if he believed her or not. She had loved him, but didn't realise it until it was too late. So she mourned him. She had mourned him for months. The only thing that got her out of bed every morning was the fact that the Slayer line had suddenly expanded, and someone needed to bring them together.

She had ranted to Dawn and Willow about how selfish Spike had been. How dare he be walking around and not come to find her? How dare he leave her in constant agony? How dare he keep fighting the good fight and not even drop her a simple phone call?

It had taken all of Willow's persuasion to convince Buffy that what Spike did was for the best for the both of them. Spike had to find out what it meant to have a soul without Buffy in his life, and Buffy needed to lead the Slayer line without any distractions.

So three years had passed and they hadn't spoken. Buffy knew that Spike was alive, and Spike knew that Buffy knew he was live, and neither of them had the courage to pick up the phone.

"Buffy," Dawn started hesitantly, "Spikes here. He arrived last night."

Buffy looked at Dawn in horror, dreading the drama that was about to unfold.

"Can someone please explain to me who the fuck Spike is?" Dean asked, through gritted teeth.