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Dean threw his bag onto the bed, the room was pretty sweet, it lead on to a number of others, Sam was in the room next door with his Dad across the hall. It wasn't a bad set up; he could get use to crashing in a place like this. Even though the pictures on the walls had obviously been picked with a teenage girl in mind.
Dawn was giving Sammy the tour of the library downstairs, and Dad was listening to Buffy's stories about recent slays. As much as he wanted to spend some quality time with his sisters, the idea of sitting listening to them and their friends catching up didn't seem like much fun. Finding a bar and having some drinks sounded like a better idea, and it wasn't even him that had suggested it, Buffy had.
The plan was pretty simple, it was the same plan they followed every year it seemed. The kids got seen off to wherever it was they were off to, girls got comfy and then the male members of the house found the nearest bar and cut loose.
"Dean, come on! I need a shower, you snagged all the hot water this morning." said Sam, as he banged at the locked door.
"Give a guy a minute will you," came the muffled response through the solid wood door. "Ain't there a bathroom downstairs or something?"
Sam grumbled as he trudged downstairs to the next floor, to find a deserted bathroom, he turned on the power shower. He closed his eyes and let the water wash over him.
The locked bathroom door flew open, "Reggie, you don't have time for this, cab due in fifteen," said the short dirty blonde teenage whirlwind who blew in who proceeded to dive into the hamper, as Sam ducked behind the shower curtain.
"Reg, have you seen my blue top? Thought it was in my closet but … ahh there it is and my bra too." She stood up triumphantly, holding the top in one hand and her bra in the other, she looked shocked, and half spluttered, "You're not Reg."
"No," answered Sam as he tried to position himself further behind the curtain.
The girl turned a bright shade of red as she realised what she had in her hand, suddenly her arm holding her underwear was thrust behind her back, just as a head appeared at the doorway.
"Mel, I'm not in the bath… Hel-lo!" said the dark haired girl who broke out into a big grin, as she saw Sam, "Okay, that is so not fair, I kick down a door I get green tentacle thing. You kick down a door and you get … nice."
"Sorry, we'll… just… be going," said the blushing girl, who was still trying to conceal her dirty laundry as she slowly backed away.
"Reggie, what you doing?" came another voice, which appeared at the doorway "Wow."
"Who are you?" asked the girl who appeared to be called Reggie.
"Sam," answered the embarrassed young man, who was trying to make a grab for the towel hanging on the rail. The first girl, Mel, cautiously picked it up and handed it him as the other girls watched his every move.
"Who does he belong to?" asked the new arrival to the other girls.
"I don't know," said the other head in the doorway.
Mel swallowed, "Dawn, I think."
"Dawn?" asked the confused girls.
"Think she'd share?" asked Reggie wistfully.
"Ehmm, do you guys mind?" Sam said, as he fixed the towel firmly round his waist.
"Oh don't mind us," Reggie replied, "In fact if you want to get back to what you were doing we definitely wouldn't complain."
A sudden realisation came to Reggie's face, she turned to one of the other girls, "Do you think that he's, you know?"
"Isn't there suppose to be two of them?" asked the girl whose name Sam didn't catch, "Do you think the other one looks like him?"
"I hope so," said a third head that had appeared round the doorway.
"Keisha, what?" asked Reggie.
"Car's downstairs," said the girl called Keisha.
"I'm so not going," announced the third nameless girl.
"What?" asked Mel, looking at the other girls as Sam tried to make himself smaller while he stood in the bathtub, "What do you mean you're not going? You gotta come, they're your grandparents."
"Tell them I gotta stay – big bad coming, helping out. I'll see them at Christmas."
"TIME TO GO YOU GUYS AND YOU FOUR BETTER NOT BE WHERE I THINK YOU ARE!" came Xander's voice from downstairs.
"Shit" said Reggie as the girls bolted from the bathroom.
Buffy and Xander stood at the bottom the stairs as the four girls ran down the stairs, as three other girls stood at the doorway with a number of bags.
"Right you all got everything," asked Buffy.
Xander rubbed the bridge of his nose, "Inez?"
One of the smaller girls looked at the ground, "I ain't got nuthin' Mr H. honest."
"Are you going to empty that bag or am I, because I will and then you'll be go red I go red and we both don't want that do you?" asked the Cleveland based watcher.
The girl picked up her bag of clothes and proceeded to take out a number of small weapons, "Sorry Mr H."
As she placed a couple of throwing stars in Xander's hand, "Never been to Chicago before Mr H."
"We know but just as you were never going to get Ozzie, the flame thrower, through airport security you aren't going to get these," said Buffy sympathetically, "You guys will be fine, just enjoy yourselves."
"Yes Buffy," said the girl as she hung her head in shame, "But you know we can stay if you need us."
"It's okay Inez, I think if anything starts, we've got it covered."
"We know that, it's just me and the girls know the local better than you old guard," explained Inez, "Not that I'm saying you're old or nuthin'."
"If we need reinforcements we'll call okay?" said Xander, grinning in amusement.
The others, including John and Giles, stood and watched as Buffy and her best friend organised their young charges. As the girls walked out the door, one of them turned to Xander as he held open the door, "It's as we said, a kitten would so help her, plain and simple, kit-ten."
"Mattie, just go." Xander pushed the girl out of the door, before yelling, "Have fun, and don't do anything that will cause anyone to try and call out the National Guard."
As the girls walked down the steps one turned round dejectedly at her guardian, "I said I was sorry about that!"
As they left, Xander closed the door, turned, and slid to the floor.
"Mr H?" asked the amused Dawn.
Xander looked up at Giles and John with a begging look in his eye, "Please, sane, how?"
Giles just nodded knowingly at the younger man, "Joyce did the difficult part, and I only had one to train."
Xander turned to the only other person in the room to qualify as a parent as Sam appeared at the top of the stairs; John shrugged, "Boys."
Xander looked up at the figure coming down the stairs, "Sorry man – should have warned you. They get everywhere."
Sam turned slightly red as his brother smirked.
"So, they want a pet?" chuckled Dean.
"Yeah," said Dawn, handing him a piece of paper, "They've even picked out names. But Xander's put his foot down."
"Who do you think will have to look after it if we got one; or have to deal with the aftermath when the stupid cat is eaten, maimed or goes missing? Anyway I'm not putting temptation in Clem's way; he's not been to the tables for months."
Dean looked confused turning to his younger sister, "Kitty poker. You know kittens instead of chips. Clem has a little problem; he's in GA, goes to meetings regular."
"There's a demon 12 step program? Okay then." Dean looked at the paper in his hand, "They've thought this through haven't they? Mr Norris, Mr Kitten Fantastico."
"Homage to Harry Potter, Mrs Norris, and Willow had a kitten called Miss Kitty Fantastico a number of years back," said Buffy
"Alcell?" asked the confused man, not sure what that name had to do the apparent slayer Mr. theme the girls had going on.
"That's Alec II" explained Xander, "That'll be little Maxie."
"Little Maxie?" asked Dean.
"One of our younger ones, moved to Seattle. Long story, but she used to have a pet cat called Alec."
Dean nodded, "Okay."
Buffy looked up the stairs at Sam, "We'll see you guys later?"
"Shouldn't be too late," said Xander as he grabbed his jacket, "Show the guys the wonders of the hellmouth and be back before morning, ma'am."
"So when Willow gets here I can tell her that you'll will be up bright and early tomorrow morning for breakfast?" asked Dawn.
"He'll be awake, he has to tell her about the parent teacher conferences he's been having," said Buffy as Xander went a bright shade of red.
"Finally made a move on Miss O'Connell then?" smirked Dawn.
Xander tried to defend himself, "She was very helpful in working out a new English study program for some of the girls."
"He was so grateful that I caught him crawling in at five thirty on Thursday morning." Buffy told her sister.
"Bagged yourself a cute teacher, way to go man," Dean said impressed.
Xander shrugged his shoulders, Buffy sighed as she turned to her father, "John, can you make sure that they don't get arrested, like last year."
"You ended up in the drunk tank?" asked Dean.
"It isn't going to happen again," sighed Giles.
"It was typical Spike starts something and then takes off," moaned Xander. "And he isn't here, so there will be no trouble with him and any football fans."
Buffy raised an eyebrow,
"Okay – do we want to know?" asked John smiling.
"It was soccer related, Spike's a die hard Manchester United fan, and there was a drunk football fan who said that soccer's a game for pansies." squeaked Andrew, "So Spike threatened to eat him."
"Did you say eat him?" asked Sam.
Dean began to cough and started towards the door, "Right, you guys enjoy your girly things and we'll see you later."
As the Buffy followed them out she grabbed Dean's arm, "Thanks, for you know."
"You so owe me," stated Dean, shaking his head, before running to catch up with his brother.