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Doyoufeellikeyourfallingdown: Yep, a kiss. I figured as much. I will.

Moonfairyrhyme: Hey, I've read some of your stories. They're good. Thanks for reviewin' mine. Thanks. So can I.

DISCLAIMER

Both shows belong to the WB. The Shadow King belongs to Marvel Comics, though I've made up some of his powers. Oh, and I forgot to mention it, but Xander and Cordelia have gotten back together.

Dean watched in surprise as the two kissed. At first, he figured it was more of a 'Hello. Haven't seen you in a while' kind of a kiss, but now he could see it was much more. The older man cleared his throat. Embarrassed, his brother and the girl pulled out of their embrace.

"We...better get back to the Magic Box," Buffy said.

"The Magic Box?" Sam asked blankly.

"Oh, right. I guess no one told you," Buffy realized. "Giles owns a store now," she continued.

"Giles owns a---musta missed that update," Sam said. Buffy laughed.

"Come on. Everyone will be stoked to see you again. And Dawn would love to meet you," Buffy stated.

"Dawn. She was the Key---" Sam began.

"In human form," Buffy confirmed. "But now she's all human, so---" she trailed off.

"No Key mention. Gotcha," Sam said. They began to walk back to the car.

"Hey, Buffy," Sam said presently.

"What?" Buffy asked.

"How come I remember hearing about Dawn and her being the Key, but not about Giles opening a store?" Sam wondered.

"Like we can be expected to remember every little detail?" Buffy shot back. They laughed. When Buffy saw the car, her eyes widened.

"Oh, my gosh! Xander would die," she stated.

"It's my brother's pride and joy. Sometimes I think he cares more about the Impala than me," Sam joked.

"Jerk," Dean said, swatting his brother on the back of the head.

"Creep," Sam tossed back. Dean got in the front and Buffy and Sam got in the back, where they continued their conversation, Buffy pausing only long enough to give Dean directions. Minutes later, they reached their destination. Dean parked the car and they walked in.

"Well, look who's back. Buffy the Slayer," Cordelia Chase noted.

"Hey, Cordy," Buffy greeted pleasantly.

"How was the slaying?" Cordelia wondered.

"Pretty good. Picked up a couple of friends," Buffy answered. It was then that the others noticed the two newcomers.

"Oh, my gosh!" Cordelia gasped.

"Yo, Cordelia," Sam greeted. The woman hugged him.

"Wow! It is so good to see you!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah. You too," Sam responded. He mouthed the word 'help' to the others.

"Uh, Cordy, honey...I think Sam would like to breath," Alexander "Xander" Harris stated.

"Oh! Right! Sorry!" Cordelia apologized, releasing him.

"Sam," Angel said civilly.

"Angel," Sam said in the same tone. Dean stared, surprised and confused. Oh, he had been polite enough to this Angel guy, but he had been much more friendlier to the others.

"Oz," Sam grinned.

"Hey," Daniel Osbourne "Oz" greeted stoically.

"How are things?" Sam queried.

"Things are good," Oz answered.

"When do you go, uh---" Sam hesitated, unsure of how to word it. However, Willow seemed to know what he was asking.

"Oh! That's already passed! Which is good, one less thing to worry about," she stated.

"Yeah. Really. We don't have to worry about Dog-Boy," a man with bleached hair said. Everyone glared.

"Who's he?" Sam wondered.

"His name is Spike," Giles answered.

"Can I kill him?" Sam asked. Everyone laughed.

"Hey!" Spike objected.

"Well you have to admit Spike, you did kinda walk into that," a girl about sixteen told him.

"So, you must be Dawn," Sam stated.

"Yeah," Dawn confirmed.

"And who's this?" Cordelia wondered.

"This is my brother, Dean," Sam responded.

"Is he a hunter too?" Cordelia queried.

"Yeah. But I'm more level-headed," Sam answered. Dean stared as Sam and the others continued to talk, joke, and laugh. He couldn't believe it. He had never seen his brother like this before. As they talked, Buffy and Sam couldn't seem to keep away from each other. They leaned towards each other as they talked, shared private looks, and even reached out to hold hands. Dean looked at the group, feeling left out.