Disclaimer - Please see previous chapters
Been a while since I've done anything on this story, so I thought I'd better do something, even though this is very short and just the boys talking (damn exposition!)
Also this chapter hasn't been beta'd, so freely admit all mistakes on this are mine.
“Where the hell have you been?” Sam asked as Dean stalked back to the car.
“Nowhere,” Dean retorted as he opened the Impala door.
Sam raised an eyebrow, “Seriously, dude; where the hell did you go?”
“Making sure that Faith chick got back here okay, that’s all.”
Sam sighed, “Spike went after her.”
“Yeah he did, saw him,” Dean replied, “Dude – what do you think of the guy.”
Sam shrugged, “Not sure yet, why?”
“Not getting any strange ESP vibes or anything, Hailey Joel?”
“Like what?” Sam asked.
“I don’t know. Anything at all?” Dean asked.
“Dean, it isn’t your job to complain about the guys Buffy goes with?” Sam asked.
“No, it’s not that – oh god, she slept with that guy didn’t she!”
“Dean, like it or not you can’t tell Buffy or Dawn who they can see, even if they do look like an extra from an old metal video – remember what you said when Buffy did it to you.”
“That was different!”
Sam shook his head, “Anyway he’s her ex now isn’t he?”
“How the hell do I know?” Dean asked.
“So you don’t like the guy, based on your three second conversation with him,” Sam said. “Doesn’t mean he can’t make sure that Faith is okay.”
“Well seeing how he seems to be stuck in the 1980’s, wasn’t too sure he could handle it.”
Sam sighed as his brother got into the car, “Right – have I missed something?”
“Like what?” Dean asked.
“Like where are they?” Sam asked, “If the two of you went to see if she was okay then shouldn’t the ‘three’ of you be back now.”
“She can handle herself,” Dean retorted. “Where’s Bobby and Dad? And where are Buffy and your smurfette/Xena combo.”
“If you mean Fred - they headed back to the bar,” Sam replied curtly. “Buffy said that would probably be where Faith would head back to.”
“Right,” Dean said, starting the car. “Then what?”
“Go after the Legion, though from the info in that file it’s not much of a legion anymore.”
“Legion – like the one in the new testament, Jesus cast one out of a guy and into a herd of swine which then drowned themselves.”
“Right,” Dean said, “So does that mean we have to get hold of some pigs or something before we get rid of it?”
“Dude, it isn’t going to be that easy.”
“Could be, are you sure?”
Sam tutted. “Bro, I keep telling you that contrary to what you believe you are not related to God so meeting you is not going to make this thing go away.”
“Right dude,” Dean replied with a smirk.
“Anyway they’re down to two demons in the body,” Sam explained. “Though considering they can split up to possess people or they can join together it is still going to be a hell of a job.”
Dean peered at his brother, “What.”
Sam thought for a second, trying to work out the best analogy, “Imagine it kind of like the Power Rangers Megazord. Separate parts but can join together.”
“Power rangers? Always did like the Yellow one, you know the original one, the Asian babe – though the pink one back then was kind of bendy.”
“Right Dean,” Sam said, “But can’t remember anywhere in that show about them getting to a Hellmouth and the whole thing coming back together.”
“Yeah, it gets to the Hellmouth and it is back to square one, so we’re on the clock for this one – we stop it before it hits Cleveland,” Sam said.
“Great – we’re on mop up with a time schedule.”
“Or not, judging from Faith’s reaction. I don’t think she wants anyone else along with her on this one.”
“Yeah,” Dean said. “Bucket of laughs ain’t she?”
Sam smirked, “What blow you out already? I know technically we haven’t had sisters for long, Dean, but aren’t you a bit long in the tooth to start hitting on Buffy’s friends? Or are you just making up for lost time?”
Dean glared at his brother, “Bite me.”
Sam chuckled, “Okay then.”
“Seriously, angry chick, please! I don’t need the aggravation, even if she does have some moves,” Dean retorted. “Especially, seeing that this Legion was the thing that took out her boyfriend.”
“So, you have been checking her out.”
“I wasn’t the one who she said had potential…Stretch.”
“Yeah, sure Towel Boy,” Sam replied.
“Well, I ain’t the one with the weird fantasy thing going on am I?”
“Dean,” Sam said slowly in a low voice.
Dean chuckled at his brother’s reaction, “Just saying – that Fred girl is cute and would be really hot in leather. Though the blue thing, dude, is a little worrying.”
“According to that file, they blew this Legion apart when they first came across it in South America, with some serious firepower and I’m talking major ordinance here. It took out half the crew that went after it,” Sam said, changing the subject. “From what was in that file – all but 12 demons were dealt with, but the survivors started to head north with Faith on their tail. So far she’s dealt with 10 of them.”
Dean turned to his brother, “If that is your way of saying she isn’t into needlepoint, I kind of guessed that.”
“What gave it away?” Sam asked sarcastically.
“Anyway, those vampires from that nest that were following her aren’t going to be a problem anymore so I guess it’s time to head back to the bar.”
“The ones that were on her tail – not too happy that their little happy home is now going to be a smoking hole in the ground,” Dean replied.
“Yeah fine,” Dean said as he rubbed his jaw. “And real grateful with it.”
“Grateful?” Sam said with a raised eyebrow.
Dean narrowed his gaze at his brother who was staring at him, “Yeah, okay, she hit me! I saved her ass and then she hit me.”
Sam let out a laugh.
“Dude, knock it off will you!” Dean said with a pout. “I took out that vampire before she had to and that was the thanks I got.”
“So, did you save her or did you get in her way?” Sam inquired, causing Dean to glare at him.
“What did you expect, bro?” Sam asked. “Her to buy you dinner as a thank you for butting onto her turf?”
“Not to be smacked in the face after I staked that big mother while she was otherwise occupied,” Dean replied.
“You’ve heard the same stories I have, Dean. Even by slayer standards; Faith doesn’t play well with others.”
Dean sat there for a second as Sam waited for a response, “Okay, but dude, I’ll tell you these ‘new’ vampires - dusty.”
“Yep. Just a dust bath. Great it comes to clean up – break out the vacuum cleaner and you’d never guess anything was there,” Dean smirked as he put the car into drive, before adding under his breath “And really handy if someone has an accident.”
“Excuse me?” Sam asked confused as he picked up his brother’s comment. “What accident?”
“Nothing, dude – seriously nothing,” Dean replied curtly as the fire trucks began to pull up to the blazing warehouse.
“Sure Dean; nothing,” Sam said slightly irritated at his brother’s response.
“Sam, got a question for you?”
“You don’t think my hair is over gelled do you?”
Sam raised an eyebrow, “Why?”
“Why did someone say that?” Sam asked with a wry smile on his face.
Dean shook his head, “No, nobody that matters anyway.”