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*There is slight sexuality but nothing explicit*
She had been driving for the last 17 hours only stopping to pee and eat. Pulling up into the driveway that led to the school Buffy realized that she probably should have called and warned them that she was bringing more than just an extra slayer home. It’s not like the Winchesters would be unwelcome, but they would definitely be a surprise.
She pulled around back and parked in what was labeled ‘faculty parking’ but was actually used for everyone that was there. Only parents and outsiders parked in front. Dean parked next to her and got out to stretch. Sam sat in the passenger’s seat for a few minutes just staring at the school. When he did get out he went straight to the trunk to grab his bag.
“Welcome to slayer school boys.”
It was hard to see what it really looked like because it was so dark, but from what they could tell it looked like any other stuffy boarding school. “Sweet. Got a couple of beds for us? If not I could always share with you.” Dean put his arm around Buffy and smiled. She by no means minded sharing a bed with Dean but she didn’t want to make it easy for him.
“Sorry sweetie. Only real men can share my bed.” Sam busted out laughing while Kailey, the new slayer girl, started blushing fiercely.
Dean pretended to grab his chest in pain, “Ouch, that hurt Summers.”
Buffy led the way inside through the atrium. They didn’t run into anyone until they made it to the lobby. Some of the girls were running down the hall toward the ‘auditorium’ which basically served as their war room. “Hey where’s the fire?”
A young girl with long black dread locks and a wicked scar on her neck turned to regard Buffy. “Hey Buffy, when did you get in?”
“Just now. What’s going on?”
“Giles called a mandatory meeting. Everyone is gathering in the war room.”
“Is everything okay?” Buffy really didn’t feel like dealing with another apocalypse right now.
“As far as I know everything is fine. I think it has something to do with parents wanting to come to visit the school.”
“Oh, good. Where is everyone else?”
“They’re all in the meeting.”
Buffy was relieved to have a little bit of time before explaining why the Winchesters were here. “Could you take Kailey here with you and maybe show her around afterwards? I need to go get these guys settled in.”
“Sure. Are they going to be staying here too?” She inclined her head toward Sam and Dean.
“Just for a couple of days.” Rona nodded then walked off toward the auditorium with Kailey in tow.
Buffy led the boys up to the west wing dormitories where the adults lived. “Thanks for not making us sit through that meeting. It sounded lame.”
Buff looked over her shoulder at Dean, “No problem. It’s probably going to be an hour of Giles talking and girls sleeping. Major borefest.” She opened the last door at the end of the hall, “Here you go Sam. Dean you’re right across the hall in that room.” She pointed at his door.
They didn’t go into the rooms, but stood there looking at her. “Thanks. When can we talk to Sarah?”
“That meeting is probably going to last a little while so why don’t you get some rest and we can talk to her in the morning.”
Dean knew she was staling but didn’t know why. “Sure. I could use a night away from Sam.”
Buffy walked Dean to his door, “So why do ya want us to wait til tomorrow to talk to Sarah? You’re obviously staling. The question is why?”
She gave him a mischievous grin, stretched up on her tip toes, and lightly kissed his lips. “I have other things on my mind tonight.”
He was a little surprise but pleased, “What happened to ‘only real men can share my bed’?”
“That was my bed. I didn’t say anything about your bed.” She pushed him into the room and shut the door behind her.
Sam went into his room and shut the door. He was glad to be away from Dean for a little while. He wanted some time to think without his big brother staring at him the whole time. The car ride here he felt like shoving a sock in Dean’s mouth. It was the same right after Jessica was killed. He would ask if Sam was okay and if he wanted to talk every couple of hours.
He kicked his shoes off and stretched out on the bed. As much as he wanted to go find Sarah and talk to her, he didn’t want to do it when he was sleep deprived. Who knows what might come out of him mouth.