"Giles!" Buffy stormed threw the door of Giles's house. She whipped around to face him at his desk. Willow and Xander turned to look as well. "We have a problem." Giles looked quizzically at Buffy. "What seems to be the problem Buffy?"
"That." Buffy pointed at Sam standing in the doorway, cradling a bleeding Dean in his arms. "A little help please?" Sam grunted. "Oh my gosh!", Willow exclaimed. "What happened?" Running up to investigate, Willow started and turned back to Buffy. "And why does he have a stake in him?"
"I thought he was a vampire." Buffy admitted.
"What the heck Buffy?" Xander exclaimed.
"We'll discuss this later. Xander, help this man- what did you say your name was?" Giles asked. "Sam." "Right, help Sam carry him up to my bed. And Willow, you get the alcohol, towels, needles, thread, and that plastic Christmas table cloth from last year."
Willow paused on her way to the kitchen. "Why the table cloth?"
"Because that thing is ugly and I am not getting any more blood stains in my house."
"Right, gottcha." Willow disappeared around the corner.
Sam careful allowed Xander to maneuver Dean into his arms and carry him up the Giles' bedroom. Sam walked behind watching carefully. He may know who these people are, but that didn't mean he trusted them. Being a Slayer didn't mean a hundred percent chance of goodness. Willow rushed up the stair with a table cloth billowing behind her. "I've got the stuff, I'll go lay the table cloth out on the bed." Willow tried to angle her narrow body by Xander and jostled Dean a little. Sam tensed. He knew it was an accident, but it was just a gut reaction. "Sorry." Willow got ahead and rushed into the room. There was a large four poster bed against the wall. Willow had already spread the table cloth out on it. Ugh. It was ugly. If you didn't know better, he would he salted and burned it, because those Santa's looked a little demonic. Xander lowered Dean onto it carefully. Giles wrapped a towel around the stake. "Xander, pull it out." Xander looked really squeamish, and opened his mouth to reply before Giles looked up, and firmly said, "Now, Xander." Willow wiggled uncomfortable on the sidelines. The stake made an awful sucking sound when Xander pulled it out of Dean. Dean groaned, but bit his tongue. He had been through worse than this, not by much, but they had. Giles applied pressure to the bandage. "Buffy, hand me the alcohol." Buffy was in a daze in the corner, as if she couldn't believe she had been the on to inflict this damage. Buffy shook herself out of it and handed the whisky to Giles. He lifted the towel a small amount to pour the alcohol on the wound, but before he could Dean grabbed the bottle from him. "Finally." Dean tipped his head back and took a long swig of the whisky. Everyone watched in amazement. As far as Buffy could recall this was the quietist she had ever seen the gang. It was something about these men, they seemed almost otherworldly. Giles grabbed the bottle back. "Yes, well, as good as that might taste, I think your wound needs it more than your stomach does."
Dean snorted, "That's what you think."
"Mouthy one, isn't he?" Xander stated to Willow.
"Hey." Dean pulled the gun out of the back of his pants and clicked the hammer all in one smooth, quick motion. "Don't even think about trying anything funny, doc. I might be wounded, but my aim sure as heck isn't."
Everyone froze. The tension in the air was tangible. It felt as if they were all connected by a few tense string ready to snap. Buffy watched the gun carefully. A Slayer didn't really use guns, so it was a weapon she was unaccustomed to. She didn't know the delicacies of how it worked.
"Dean, put the gun down, you're so delirious from blood loss, you couldn't shoot straight if you tried." Sam said, frivolity in his voice, as he dealt with his brother and his gun everyday. Which he did, in fact. "Don't worry, their not going to hurt you."
"Like heck. You don't know that Sammy, we don't have any clue who they are." Dean said, waving the gun around expressively.
"Um, hello, standing right here." Buffy stepped in. "Calm down, we're not going to hurt you." At the same time both she and Dean looked down at his gaping wound. "Anymore." Buffy finished.
"Better safe then sorry." Dean said sarcastically, gripping the gun tighter.
"Dean, hand me your gun." Sam said, putting her hand out.
"No!" Dean retorted.
"Dean!"
"No!"
"Oh for goodness sake-" Giles reached over and swiped the gun out of Dean's hands.
"Hey!" Dean said, turning to face him with a cross expression on his face.
"Everyone leave. Perhaps if it I stitch this young man up in peace and quiet me could avoid any further conflict tonight. And the spilling of any more blood?" Giles held both his hands up. They were soaked with blood that had seeped out of Dean's body while he was arguing with Buffy. At the threat of Dean well-being everyone instantly became solemn. "Let's go downstairs and talk about what happened. I fill you in later Giles." Buffy said. Everyone nodded in general agreement and headed down the stairs. Sam paused before walking down the stairs. "You going to be okay Dean?" Dean sized the man bandaging him up. He could take him. After all, he was just a nerdy librarian. At the same time, Giles sized Dean up. He could take the arrogant little kid. After all, he was just a man with a gun in his hand. Sam nodded and headed down the stairs.