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Season 1 of Buffy Summary:
Joyce vents to John
The bastard left me. I know this doesn’t seem like me, but I think I’m entitled to saying whatever the hell I want to say, right? If he can have an affair and abandon his family, I’m allowed to be angry and throw things and cry and curse and breakdown! I don’t know what to do, John, I really don’t. Buffy’s acting up, she’s sneaking out and coming back at all hours of the morning. I think it’s because of the divorce, I don’t know what else it could be. But I do know one thing, though; we can’t stay in Los Angeles. This place holds too many memories, that and the fact that Buffy burned down her high school gym. We’re packing up, and I thought it’d be good to tell you that I’m moving, with Buffy in tow. Hank’s moving to Spain with his bimbo of a secretary! So, if this letter reaches you, I hope you and the boys can come visit.
Your little sister,
It had been three months since Joyce sent the letter to her older brother, John Winchester. Three months without a reply, or even a phone call. But Joyce expected that to happen, what with John chasing the demon that killed Mary. Yes, she knew about it, she and John were always close and this wouldn’t separate them. Though she knew about it, she chose to ignore it. She was never attacked, nor did she hear of anyone close to her being attacked, so she did not partake in salting her doors or anything like that. She had a normal life, as did Buffy, and that’s what Joyce wanted.
“Mom! Uncle John is at the door,” Buffy yelled. She was currently in the kitchen washing dishes. Drying her hands, she walked to the door, a smile on her face. She hadn’t been expecting her brother to show up.
“John!” she yelped when he pulled her into a bear hug. She could hear snickering from behind him. Pulling herself away from him and shoving him aside, she saw the laughter coming from both Dean and Sam. “You two certainly have grown since the last I’ve seen you.”
“It has been quite a while,” John looked apologetic. “Things, for the both of us, have been pretty rough.”
Joyce could hear the invitation to a private conversation starting up and nodded. “Buffy, why don’t you show Dean and Sam your dress for your dance?”
Buffy and Dean rolled their eyes as they could see that their parents wanted to talk with one another without the kids around. “I doubt Dean and Sam want to see it, but fine.”
“I am seventeen, y’know. I have better things to do.”
“S’not that bad,” thirteen-year-old Sam spoke. “I’m sure it’s nothing you’re interested in.”
After the kids trudged up the stairs, Joyce led John to the living room, where they both took a seat on the couch. “Why are you here, John?”
“Am I not allowed to visit my baby sister?”
“You are, but I know you better than that,” Joyce gave him a pointed look. “Are you here on a hunt?”
John sighed and looked away. His sister knew him better than anyone he knew. “There’s a case I’m taking, yes.”
“Are you going to be alright?” No matter how great a hunter John seemed to be, Joyce still worried about him. She didn’t know how many threats were out in the world, but she knew John would one day meet something that was too much for him. Every time she got a phone call, she feared that it’d be a hospital from a random state telling her that her brother was dead. Or worse, Dean or Sam would tell her. She didn’t even want to think about what would happen if something happened to those two.
“It’s nothing big,” he smiled. “But how are you doing? You seem better now than in your letter.”
“It was a pretty rough time, but the move was good. Buffy seems to like it here and she’s already made a nice group of friends. The gallery is going pretty well.”
“In short, you love it here?” John smiled.
Joyce smiled back as she ducked her head. “It’s everything I wanted, but it’d be even better if my brother was here with me.”
“Joyce,” John started.
“I know, this thing you’re looking for is still loose. And you take other cases for money. I understand, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it. You’re putting those boys in danger, John.”
“They can protect themselves better than any other teenagers, Joyce, even some adults. And they want to do this,” at Joyce’s look, he corrected himself, “Okay, maybe not Sammy, but he understands.”
Joyce looked away from John and stared at the stairs the kids had ascended. She thought about how her life would have been if John’s role had been switched with Hank. What if the demon killed her? Would Hank have seen something different about her murder, like John had with Mary? Or would he just mourn her and move on? How would Buffy have reacted to her death?
Shaking the thoughts from her heads, Joyce looked at John once more. “How long will you be staying?”
“As long as it takes,” he shrugged. “Shouldn’t be more than a few days.”
“Then you’re staying here,” she nodded as she stood. She was about to find sheets for everyone when John caught her arm. She knew what he was going to say, but she just didn’t want to hear it.
“You know I can’t. I can lead the demon here; I’ve already stayed for too long. We’ve got to go.”
“We better go get Sam and Dean, then,” Joyce smiled softly as her eyes started watering. John could see her eyes and pulled her in for another hug.
“It’s gonna be okay.”
They pulled apart and walked up the stairs. When they entered Buffy’s room, both parents stood and smiled at the scene before them. Buffy had somehow managed to convince Dean and Sam to let her give them a makeover.
“I can’t decide on my makeup for the dance and they graciously let me try different looks,” Buffy beamed.
“Graciously, right,” Dean rolled his eyes.