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Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke

Spoilers: Pre-Supernatural series and AU after "The Body" for Buffy

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Call him selfish, but Sam didn't care. The Scoobies were his and his only. He wasn't sure sharing them with Dean, no matter how much he pushed.

"Sam..."

"Dean, just drop it. I'm happy where I'm at," Sam sighed. Maybe he shouldn't have agreed to meet with Dean after Buffy made him call his brother. He took precautions, though. He only agreed to meet Dean if they met in Los Angeles.

"Sammy, the Hellmouth," Dean spoke. "You're living on the Hellmouth. How am I supposed to drop that?"

"It's not that bad, Dean. The campus has no demonic activity and it's not like I go out every night actively looking for anything," Sam rolled his eyes. After Buffy and the Scoobies defeated Adam, the demons around the campus cleared out. Half the population figured the slayer would come for them and the other half thought the Initiative would come back and experiment on them.

"What was so wrong with Stanford?"

"Nothing, I just needed a change. Can we just drop it, please? I'm doing fine and that's all you need to know," Sam spoke, frustrated.

Seeing his anger, Dean pulled back on the interrogation. This was the first time he spoke to his brother face to face in two years and he wasn't going to ruin it. He was definitely surprised by little brother calling him and even more surprised when he asked to meet up.

"How's dad?"

"He's, uh, he's fine," Dean nodded. "He's doing a mission."

"Where is he?"

"It doesn't matter," Dean dismissed it.

"Dean, stop being all avoidy. Where's dad?"

"He—Wait, avoidy?" Dean frowned. "Who the hell speaks like that?"

He hadn't meant for that to slip out. He was becoming more of a Scooby everyday and while he was enjoying it, his language was suffering because of it.

"I do," Sam rolled his eyes. "Something I picked up. And just tell me where Dad is?"

Rubbing his hands over his tired face, Dean sighed, "I don't exactly know. He took off on some lead about the demon. Didn't tell me anything."

"He'll be fine, Dean," Sam assured his brother.

"I know," Dean spoke. Even hearing himself say it felt wrong. Things were never fine when a mission came up. There was no telling in their line of work if that hunt would be the last one. "So, meet anyone?"

Leave it to Dean to change a conversation about their dad possibly being dead to women. "No, Dean, just--"

"I'll drop the Hellmouth thing, but I'm not dropping this. I need to make sure my brother's gettin' laid at this school of yours," Dean smirked. "Tell me you've at least met some chicks?"

"Five actually," Sam answered. "But it's not like that, four of us are just friends and--"

"You with the fifth one, then?"

Shaking his head, Sam's eyes turned down. "She was killed."

"It wasn't--"

"Not the demon, no," Sam finished for his brother. And the others definitely weren't on his list to date, especially since two were his cousins. Willow was a lesbian and even she wasn't, he doubt he'd feel any romantic feelings for her. The last was Anya. No way was that happening, ever.

"Between school and work, there's not much time for anything else," Sam shrugged. Make that school, work and patrolling. "We should do this more often."

"Great, you just turned some manly, brotherly bonding into a chick moment," Dean threw his napkin down on his plate. "Way to go, Samantha."