Chapter 4 - Home Coming
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Buffy paced the floor of the reception room, arms firmly folded across her chest. The sun had yet to come up, and she was not happy in the slightest. Her jaw set tighter as she heard the back door close and the sounds of someone going through the cupboards in the kitchen.
She stood in the doorway as the intruder meandered his way through the hallway with a packet of chips in his hand, towards the staircase.
“And what time do you call this?” she said.
A startled Dean took a second to regain his composure, “Hell Buffy, you almost caused me to drop my breakfast.”
He gave his obviously pissed off sister a little grin, before taking a quick glance over her shoulder. He could see not only Buffy, but also in the well lit room was Dawn sitting on the arm of a chair beside Xander, an exhausted Sam and Willow, who was presently sprawled out on one of the couches using a battleaxe as a teddy bear.
“Can I ask why the welcoming committee?” asked the curious hunter.
Buffy looked up at him, “Where the hell were you?”
“I was out,” answered amused Dean tentatively, “You know enjoying myself. Anyway you knew where I was.”
“Waving at Sam, as you are walking out the bar with some random girl you’ve just met is not letting people know where you are,” continued the angry slayer, “How do you know that she wasn’t a complete skank?”
“Wait a minute here,” stated the affronted Dean, “She was not a skank.”
“So you are now in a deep and meaningful relationship, with let me guess Candi with an ‘I’?” Buffy asked sarcastically.
Dean just stared at her, confused at the tirade he seemed to be on the end of.
“Classy Dean, real classy.” She started to tap her foot as she grew more impatient. “Have you got any respect for yourself?”
“To be honest it’s none of your business. I don’t tell you what to do or who to SEE, I’m over twenty one and you are my sister, not my mother.”
Buffy knotted her brow “No, but at least I know who I’m with and where I am, this isn’t nowhere’s – ville Nebraska, and you not celebrating stopping the rampage of a were puppy and his fleas, Dean Winchester. This is the mouth of hell, have you got any idea of what danger you could have found yourself in?”
“Really, and there was me thinking I was just having a day by the beach.” Sarcasm dripping off his every word.
“Are you sure she was human?” Buffy stood back for a second waiting for his answer.
“I’ve been hunting long enough to tell the difference.”
“Oh really, are you sure she wasn’t part of some cult?”
Dean smirked, “Well if she was, they sure like their members to be flexible.”
“Thanks for the imagery there 'little brother',” Buffy spat back, “But how the hell were you sure she wasn’t. She could have been using you to get to in here, or to anyone of us, as it is are you sure she was clean?”
“Okay!” he protested, feeling highly uncomfortable having this conversation with her, especially infront of an audience, “I’ve already had a talk about things like that with Dad when I was a kid, and I’m pretty sure I’m the one who sat Sammy down and explained things to him, so I know what I’m doing.”
Buffy unclenched her fists, “Nice to know that you do, but do you follow your own advice?”
“Christ, if I knew you were going to be this way about things, I’d have called,” Dean said, trying to calm the situation down.
“Now, he thinks about calling!” Buffy announced to the room before turning back to Dean, “What if she wasn’t human; what if she wanted to use you to bring forth her spawn, or she could have tried to drain your life force so she could stay alive or simply decide that you’d make a nice snack or something? What if she was a member of some group planning to use you to open some sealed off dimensional doorway? Would we know where to come looking for you, as you were being used as a blood sacrifice to bring forth the end of the world?”
“What have you been taking?” asked Dean smiling cautiously, taking a tentative step towards the slayer, “Sis, I get that you were worried and I think it’s sweet in ‘we need to get your medication checked’
sort of way. But, that’s no reason for your imagination to get the better of you or have you been sniffing the ink off those really old books of yours? I’m more than able to look after myself.”
“Really?” Buffy asked, “Dean, I know you guys hunt, but do you really know what can possibly happen on a Hellmouth? Any one of those things could have happened to you or all of them!”
Dean looked her, “Buffy, I know things like that can happen, but not all to one person; no-one is that unlucky.”
Xander raised his hand to say something, but thought better of it; Dean looked over Buffy’s shoulder at Sam to get some idea about what the hell she was on about.
Sam gave his brother a comforting smile, tilting his head towards the large object Willow was using as a comforter, “We had to take the axe off her.”
Dean stood there in stunned silence unsure how to react to his sister’s reaction.
“What are you all doing up?” asked Clem as he wandered into the hallway from the kitchen. “Hi Xan – we’re out of corn chips.”
The silent Dean handed the saggy faced demon the bag in his hand as he continued to think of the best way to answer Buffy who was still staring at him.
“Thanks, man,” Clem took the bag gratefully, “What’s happened, Dawn’s new boyfriend call?”
The room stood in silence as Clem chomped his way through the bag of chips, “Hey Sam, you got back all right then?”
Buffy turned round to look at the seated Sam.
“You should have stayed, the guys would have liked to met you,” said Clem as he reached into the bag, “Siggy said you’re more than welcome.”
“Siggy? As in strip club Siggy, on 5th?” asked Xander.
The rest of the faces in the room turned to Sam.
Buffy blinked, “You went to a strip club tonight?”
“You went to a strip club without me?” asked Dean.
Sam didn’t know what to say, but just as he was about to explain himself, Clem still reaching into the bag of chips, beat him to it, “Oh yeah he was there, though Siggy said next time you’ve to stay out of the dressing room.”
Everyone just looked at Sam, waiting for the explanation.
“I was…” Sam started.
“The girls though really grateful, that spring healed Jack was really pissing them off,” continued Clem.
“You went out hunting after you got back here?” asked Dean, “When did you get dedication dude?”
Clem poured the last fragments from the bag into his hand, “Oh he wasn’t alone, Vi and Rona were there.”
“They took you on patrol after you were out drinking?” Buffy asked Sam as her blood began to boil.
“Look it’s no big deal – I couldn’t sleep and they were going out so I thought I keep them company,” said Sam
“They took my little brother on patrol after he was out drinking!” said the pissed off slayer, not listening to Sam, before spinning on her heel and heading up the stairs.
“RONA! VI! What the hell were you thinking?” came Buffy’s voice as she reached one of the bedroom’s upstairs.
Xander yawned, “Okay, I think it’s safe to go to bed now,”
“Good to see you’re alive, man,” Xander said to Dean as he took the axe from Willow’s sleeping form.
Willow stirred, slightly before opening her eyes, “He’s back? Did I miss the STD lecture?”
“No I think he’s getting that tomorrow,” Xander answered picking the witch up, “Sam, don’t worry about the other two they can look after themselves, and Buffy’s …well insane.”
Dawn let off a little giggle, as Xander and the sleeping Willow left the room, she gave both Dean and Sam a hug and a peck on the cheek, “See you two in the morning.”
As she left the two confused Winchester brothers in the front room she smiled, “Welcome to my world.”