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Special thanks to Softly for all her help with all the previous stuff. Hope you are taking care of yourself at the moment.
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A/N - Jenny, Sari and Richie are from SPN episode Home, just like Missouri, just in case you didn't know.
Missouri rung her hands as she entered her front room that doubled as her place of business, "His Doctor can see him today."
"Missouri, I'm Okay" said Dean as he sat in the armchair.
"Sam you make sure your brother sees the Doctor," said John firmly to both his sons.
"Yes sir," said Sam as he handed his brother a glass of water.
Dean took a sip before looking up at his brother; "Is this holy water Sam?" to which Sam just gave him at reassuring look.
Dean shook his head, "I'm not possessed you moron."
"When have you ever called me a moron?" asked an unsure Sam. "Do you even now what that really means?"
"What the hell went on here?" asked John.
"Transfer of energy, from Buffy to your son, Willow as a conduit," explained Giles, before turning to Buffy who was regaining her composure, "It was a bloody stupid and dangerous thing to do."
"I'm fine, Dean's fine and Willow is?"
"Currently on the third round of "I'm a little teapot" so I'd say she's just the right side of tipsy at the moment," said Xander, as he leant against the doorjamb after coming back in the house from the garden; where Kennedy was currently walking her hyped up partner round the back lawn. "Feedback didn't hit her too bad, by the way Missouri, you may have some interestingly coloured plants for a few days."
"She's tipsy?" asked Dean.
"Oh yeah, if she was really drunk on the power we'd be hearing all about what a certain young man from Nantucket got up to." Xander joked, his voice trying not to give away how close the witch came sometimes, "She may seem like a quiet one, but our Will, hell of a fruity imagination."
"Right, I'm confused. What happened exactly?" Sam asked.
"Dean was injured. So she, as in Buffy, gave some of her energy to help him." Xander explained.
"Energy, you mean life energy?" Sam did a quick double take from his sister to his brother, "Are they going to be okay?"
"I'm fine; slayers have more energy than normal people. His body just took what it needed; it's just that Willow got whammed with the feedback. There shouldn't be any side effects." Buffy said, as Dawn walked back into the room with a tire iron.
Dean swallowed, "Side effects?"
"Won't be anything major, but if you start asking the question "does my butt look big in this?", craving large amounts of chocolate once a month and finding yourself watching the Bridget Jones movies and actually enjoying them, you can probably put it down to this," Xander smiled sympathetically at the silent hunter on the other side of the room.
"Xander; shut up," said the obviously annoyed Giles. "As Buffy said, your body just took what it needed, there will be no side effects, you are still you; end of story."
"Right I get the picture, you're not happy, don't suppose it would help if I said sorry?" Buffy asked her watcher putting on a forced innocent expression.
"It's done now. Nothing I can say can change that." Giles shook his head as he knelt beside her, "Dawn can you pass that here?"
Dawn silently handed over the tire iron she had gotten from the back of the car, "It's the best I could find."
"Do we have to do this now?" Buffy asked, as all faces watched her as she took the piece of metal from her sister's hand.
"Don't mind us," said a curious Sam.
"Jeez! No pressure at all," said the girl with the tyre iron in her hand. "Isn't this from the rental?"
"Yeah, but if you can only bend it, we'll get Kennedy to fix it," stated Dawn calmly.
"Yeah right," Sam said sceptically, before blushing a little, he hadn't meant to say that out loud. Buffy's lip curled at side into a definite smirk and as she looked him in the face, she manipulated the piece of metal in her hands.
"Makes you feel all manly don't it?" Xander said, slapping the younger man on the back, "But she still asks for help to get into the peanut butter."
"You're off slightly. Not too much though," said Giles, examining her handiwork, "You were damn lucky. Can you straighten it?"
"Sure," Buffy took a second and returned the bar back to its original shape, as all three Winchester men looked on, "Feel a little icky, but a couple of hours sleep and I'll be good."
"Dean, you've got that doctor to get too," John said, still watching the girl sitting in the seat across from him, "Sam, make sure he gets there."
Both boys could see the cogs going in their father's mind, "Dad?" asked Dean.
John didn't turn his head, "Dean you need to be checked out."
Xander turned to Dawn, "Do you want to go with them, just in case there are any awkward questions?"
Dawn nodded, "Sure, Xan."
Both Buffy and John looked silently for a few seconds, as the others seemed to make themselves scarce.
John sat down, leaning forward, "Alright, what exactly can you guys really do?"
"Seeing it freaked you didn't it?" Buffy smiled.
John didn't really want to say what he was really thinking at this point, "You could say that."
"It's just as me and Giles said, my major things are enhanced speed, strength and my senses are heightened. I get these dreams, I suppose you can kinda say there like Sam's, but less clear sometimes the past sometimes the future."
He nodded, "Right, and that with Dean?"
"Well seeing how he was hiding it from you, I'm guessing he isn't the type to take things easy, is he?"
"No he ain't, but if your watcher ain't too happy about this I'm guessing that little trick of yours could have gone badly wrong." John tried to sound reasonable, though somewhere in the back of his mind something was screaming, 'You saw the how high the witch was - you could have lost both of them, you could have lost both of them!'
"Yeah, well Giles he's… – it was a calculated risk," she said, "You and Sam usually act alike?"
"We butt heads occasionally."
She raised an eyebrow, "Doesn't look occasional to me."
"He's too much like me in some ways."
Buffy nodded, "Thought so. Does Dean have to separate you guys a lot?"
"Not lately."
"Well I've kind of noticed over the years that a lot of men don't like it when women who barely reach up to their armpits stop them from throwing punches. Something about injuring their pride – personally I don't see why. But, if Dean has the experience in dealing with the two of you, let him. That means he needs to fit enough for the job. I'm sorry to have to lump him with the two of you, but I'm kinda busy with other things, you know the watching out for the end of the world stuff. I don't really have the time to get too bogged down in family melodrama."
John took in what she was saying, "Never thought I'd hear it called that."
"Well I don't think you'd get a full hour out of the John and Sam Winchester show, but a half hour weekly slot that you maybe able to manage."
"Don't think it'd fill that." John smiled, "Don't do anything like that again right."
"What use magic?"
"You know what I'm talking about," he answered, using the same voice he used for his sons whenever he was trying to make a point.
She moved forward in her chair, "Thanks for the concern, but I do what I have to. Always have."
As Missouri led Xander, who was carrying a less hyped Wiccan up the stairs to one of the bedrooms so Willow could get some rest, Kennedy poked her head round the doorframe, "Buffy? She's asking for you."
"Tell her I'll be right there," Buffy got up to leave the room, slightly unsteady on her legs, she turned to John who was still sitting down, "By the way, that tone might work on the guys, but don't try it with me. There are only two people who could ever get away with talking to me like that, my Mom's gone and the other – well Giles isn't stupid enough to try it."
As Buffy left the room to check on Willow, John found himself being handed a beer, "You look like you need this."
As the hunter took the bottle out of the Englishman's hand, "Could really do with something stronger."
"She has that effect on people sometimes," Giles said, "But you seem to be handling it remarkably well."
"What I finding out that I that I have one more kid than I thought I had, and she's some sort of mythical super solider?"
"Yes," Giles chuckled trying to lighten the mood, "Good thing is that she seems to like you, both her and Dawn do."
"I don't even want to think about what she'd do if she didn't." John joked, as he rubbed his hand over his face.
"You would have already found that out."
John looked at the other man, "They do seem to come as a package deal."
"Yes they are." Giles nodded, "Are you willing to accept that?"
"Do I have choice?"
Giles didn't answer.
"What about their Dad?"
Giles took a second, "Hank Summer's stopped being their father a long time ago."
John could sense Giles anger on the subject.
"Right, and you stepped in."
"I'm Buffy's watcher that has to be my primary role."
John gave Giles a wry smile, "You love them like your own don't you, even the one eyed goofball?"
Giles didn't answer John's question, "Even if you do become part of Buffy's life, if it ever comes down to choice between you and Dawn you know what her answer will be."
John looked at the other man, "And you think I'd do that to her?"
"Depends on the situation, doesn't it." Giles replied.
John sighed, "Jesus, sometimes I just pray that I'm gonna wake up and Dean four again, Sammy's in his crib, I still work in a garage, and none the past 20 odd years had ever happened."
"Your sons are fine young men. You did well. Though I am probably right in assuming you had to sacrifice much to ensure their survival," Giles stated, "Buffy's the same way sometimes, with regard to wishing this was all a dream. At fifteen she went from a cheerleader whose biggest concern was how to get to the mall, to being responsible for protection of humanity."
"It's a hell of a lot to put in the hands of a kid."
"I never agreed with the system, unfortunately, I don't have the power to change it. But I'd die to protect any of them." Giles said glancing upstairs, "Just as you would."
"Then I'm right in guessing that you'd be willing to do more than that." John replied, causing an unspoken understanding to pass between the two men.
Giles took a mouthful of liquid from the glass he poured his drink into, "I never could take to American beers; a lot weaker than those at home."
"It washes down the necessary. Some imports are alright but never been too big on them myself," said John taking a swig from his bottle.
"I suppose it's what you let yourself get use to." Giles replied.
To which John just nodded as he took another slug.
Xander yawned as Buffy entered the room and pushed his feet off the bed, Willow was half asleep, but still muttering nonsense at her usual pace, she stopped for a second looking at Buffy and smiled.
"I'm okay Willow, you should get some sleep, you've had long day." Buffy said to her exhausted friend, Willow nodded and curled up tighter into her partner's arms.
"He still being stubborn then?" asked Xander.
"Doesn't look like he has any other mood, and sorry about you know."
"It's alright; I'm just supposed to be the head watcher of this continent, a job which you two talked me into. You know I was quite happy doing the travelling and finding active potentials thing. So why would I want to be consulted when a slayer and a witch on my watch are planning to do anything stupid? It's not like the two of them are my best friends or anything like that." He broke out into a grin, "But I'm guessing we can now definitely pin down where you got that my way or the high way attitude of yours."
"I don't have a 'my way or the highway attitude' " muttered Buffy.
"Oh, you so do," Xander yawned again, "You know how you get."
"Will you two keep it down please," said Kennedy as Willow nestled in her arms. "He's right though you do have that 'you follow, I lead' sort of thing going on."
"Thanks so, much Kennedy."
"If it helps, you're prettier," added the brunette slayer trying to soften the blow.
Buffy lay down in the space on the bed that had previously been taken by Xander's legs.
"So what about this demon, any ideas?" questioned the curious Kennedy.
Buffy shook her head, "Not really, but I'm guessing that whatever it's planning, I'm not gonna want to send it a good luck card."
Xander tried to get himself comfortable again, in the chair beside the bed, "We get what we can out of them, and we all hit the books when we get home, see if it tallies with anything they have come up with." He bolted up straight, "Christ did I say we should hit the books?"
Buffy nodded, as she rearranged some of the pillows around where she was lying before handing a spare one to Kennedy, "I hope we have the time. If activity started up again after a twenty two year gap and it's not just a feeding frenzy I'm not so sure."
"Slayer gut or just over protective Buffy?" asked Xander finally settling down.
"To be honest, I don't know yet." She answered, chewing her bottom lip.
As they sat waiting in chairs as Dawn casually flicked through the magazines, Sam jiggled his leg agitatedly.
"Can you quit that please?" Dawn asked, not taking her eyes from the page.
Sam stilled, "What?"
"Thank you," she turned the page turning her attention to the list of what couples were hot and which were not.
"Should have gone in with him." He folded his arms and slumped further into his chair.
"No you shouldn't have." She still didn't look up.
"You don't know what he's like."
She peered over the top of the magazine, "Do you two get confused for a gay couple much?"
"Excuse me?"
She put down her reading material in her lap, though she was careful to keep hold of the page she was reading, "It's just the way the nurse at the desk looked at the two of you, especially when Dean had to chase you out of the doctor's office when you followed him in there. I'm just curious."
Sam looked at her his brow knotted, she picked up the magazine again, "Okay, Whatever."
"He's just not very good with doctors, and I don't know how he'll explain the whole."
"'My half sister shared her life force with me and so I'm fine' thing?"
"Yeah."
"You guys have to get yourself some new doctors. Ones I know would just accept that as an explanation."
He sat dumbfounded for a second, "Okay?"
She sighed and finally resigned herself that she was never going to get to finish the article that she was on, "Right I get it. It tends to be just you and him most of the time. You're worried, but he doesn't like it when you worry about him. However, if it was the other way around, he'd be sitting in there beside you no matter what you said or did; right?"
"Yeah, truth is…"
"John went hunting and he basically raised you?"
Sam nodded, "Yes."
"Dean doesn't like it when you remind him of it, and you have no idea how to repay him for the fact that he gave up most of his childhood to look after a little brother who at the time probably wasn't too grateful. But you would still like it if he occasionally butted out of your life?"
"You majoring psychology or something?" Sam asked.
"Actually, I'm going to major History and hopefully take some classes in Fine Art. But, spending the week with you guys and it's pretty obvious. Don't worry I won't tell him you were out here acting like an expectant father."
He smirked, "Why do I get the feeling it's something similar with you are your sister."
"Oh yes, it is so looking in a mirror," Dawn mocked, before thoughtfully putting the question, "Did he start breaking down your friends doors with offensive weaponry when you were a couple of hours late coming back from the prom?"
"No," Sam replied, before curiously asking, "Shotgun?"
Dawn shook her head, "Broadsword. She had gotten word of a warrior nest out to cause trouble. Wasn't the most popular kid at graduation."
"He did end up taking out the school quarterback cause I was supposedly getting to close to his girlfriend, when I was in the tenth grade," Sam said, causing Dawn to raise an eyebrow, "I was helping her out with English. I could of handled him myself back then but not him and his three friends, though Dean didn't come charging in like something out of the middle ages."
"Okay" she said to the explanation.
"Actually Dad was fine about it. They weren't about to admit that they got their asses handed to them by one guy and the dude had been roughing the girl up. School wasn't too happy though, it was just before homecoming." He ran his hand through his hair, "It sounds like fun growing up with her though, so what was it was really like?"
"What growing up with slayer Buffy or the normal pain in ass one?" Dawn asked.
"Normal?" Sam asked, confused.
Dawn took a breath, "She only became a slayer when she got to high school, she was a regular kid before that. You know 'Don't touch my stuff. Did he call? Mom there's a sale at the Mall, my life will be so much better when I get my licence.' Then Merrick turned up and next thing she knows she's spending most of her nights in cemeteries, hiding blood stained clothes from Mom and having to cut classes to make sure she can fit enough training in to stay alive."
"Who's Merrick?"
"Her first watcher; he got himself killed, died right in front of her. She got them though, the vamps that did it; took them right out of the game." Dawn made a sweeping stabbing motion with her hand, "Then Mom decided we were moving to Sunnydale after the divorce, unbeknown to her sitting right on the most active mouth of hell. Buffy gets assigned Giles, meets Willow, Xander and of course, Angel, a.k.a. Deadboy or the brooding one, and then we have the wonderful story of the founding of the Scooby gang. Also known as the averting of 'The Harvest'."
"Sounds like you had a wonderful childhood," said Sam.
"Mom was cool, so were the guys, especially Tara, she was Willow's first girlfriend and Anya; she explained things to me that I would never learn health class, but don't tell Xander I said that. Buffy on the other hand, typical big sister material. Then Mom died and she took over. She had to grow up pretty quick and deal with everything that Mom had always taken care of. That freaked her out more than any of the monsters she had to face and included raising a teenager who could take the gold for stropping and then… well that's another story," Dawn stopped as one of the doors from the side rooms opened, Sam strained to see who was leaving the room. It was a young woman; he let out a deep breath before turning back to Dawn.
"So was your mom alright with the slayer thing?"
"No, not at first, but in the end she had no real choice in the matter, it's what Buffy is, and not much either of them could do about it. In the end, it made the relationship between them stronger, I think. Mom didn't ask about the details and Buffy felt safe enough to tell her the big important stuff, you know, they all did. Willow about Tara and the magic, Xander about feeling useless sometimes, Anya about being out her depth with people, Giles about missing his home. Actually, I think Mom was the first person Willow really talked to about Tara. It's what my mom did; she couldn't go out and help so she listened." Dawn smiled.
"She sounds pretty special, your mom, I don't know much about mine," said Sam solemnly, " Dean tries, but he was only four when she died, he remembers things like the kitchen used to smell of apples when she baked and she use to let him sit in the warm towels after she took them out the drier. He says he use watch her and dad when they'd wash up for dinner and remembers that she use to laugh when him and Dad screwed up their noses when she was changing my diapers, stuff like that. He said that what he remembers most is how soft her hair was, and that it always smelt of flowers."
Dawn put a hand on his arm sympathising for all the memories he had to have second hand, the majority of hers might have been false but at least she took solace in the fact her Mom and sister shared them too. "If she can cause someone to remember all of that and he was only four she must have been really special too."
"Dad doesn't talk about her too much, it still an open wound for him I suppose a bit like me and Jess, will be until we kill The Demon," Sam started to jiggle his leg again. "If he'd known about Buffy he would have been there you know, even if it was just checking in to see if she was okay."
"I suppose; he'd have probably put his foot down about the slayer thing, or heaven forbid gone out on patrol with her."
"Probably, Dad can be a little old fashioned when it comes to the women."
"Old fashioned, really? This about a man who got so drunk one night he took advantage of an equally drunk young woman that he had just met and if it wasn't for my sister probably would never have given a second thought about?" Dawn asked raising an eyebrow, her voice tinged with sarcastic indication.
"Well, no. I know this must be hard on you too, it's your family as well, but my Dad…" Sam was unsure of what to say to her.
Dawn grinned, somewhat happy to know that even though Sam had issues with his old man he'd still try to defend him. "Sam it's fine, no-one made could make my mother do anything she didn't want to unless there was some real powerful mojo involved. I don't think you could say a few shots and a couple of beers falls into that league. She may not have gone out patrolling but she faced down half of the Scourge of Europe, one she hit in the head with an axe and made the other one decide to leave town. I'm okay with it; Buffy's okay with it and as for my dad, well less said about Hank the better."
"Right," Sam looked straight ahead of him, "I think we just got accept that other thing though don't we."
"Accept what?" asked Dawn.
"That no matter what we do that somehow we will always be their younger brother or sister, won't we."
Dawn nodded, "Yep, we could go on to rule the world but they'll always be there trying to beat the snot out whatever tries to take away our lunch money, we've just gotta deal with it."
"Yeah but we wouldn't change them would we?" Sam said grinning.
"Yeah but we'll never let them know that." Dawn agreed knowingly.
"No. We'd never live it down."
"Is anyone else feeling déjà vu here?" Dean asked as the car stopped outside the house.
Dawn nodded, "Have some recollections of doing something like this before. Wasn't it a few hours ago?"
Sam turned to his brother, "Didn't you have a bunny rabbit last time?"
Dean set his jaw, "Shut up Samantha."
"It's a gorilla," Dawn interjected hoping to keep the brotherly banter to a minimum, "Be nice about it or next time you get hurt, I won't get you a present."
"He likes unicorns, pink ones with hair he can braid," said Dean as he got out of the car.
"You know the 'Sam is a girl' thing is getting real old Dean." Sam said, shutting his door.
"Why Sammikins, I'm hurt," Dean feigned injured pride before adding in a silly sing song voice, "you know I only do it 'cause I 'wuv you."
Sam looked towards the sky, "Someone shoot me please."
Missouri looked happy to see Sam and Dean, though a little unsure what to say when Dawn reappeared.
"I'm back, I'm fine, no complications, everything present and accounted for, don't have to see the doc again, does that answer all your questions?" Dean said seeing his host's face.
She stared at him, "No, come here."
He stepped forward expecting her to give him the quick once over to make sure he had been telling her the truth, but she pulled him down into a big hug and he was sure he heard her sob, "Hey there, I'm okay, weirded out sure, but I'm back to the old Dean you know and love."
She let go and started swat him round the head, "Don't you ever scare an old woman like that again. Do you hear me boy?" Each blow connecting in time with the rhythm words she spoke.
He raised his arms to defend himself, but she continued, "If you ever do an - y - thing as stup - id as that again I will tan your hide till it is black and blue!"
"Alright – alright." He peaked out from behind his hand, checking she wasn't going to hit him again, "Next time a cute little red head wants to put her hands all over me I'll just say no."
She hit him one more time before giving him another hug. Sam sniggered behind him as he watched the scene. Dawn looked around, "Where are the others?"
She looked at the girl, "Up with your friend."
"Right," Dawn stayed out of arm's reach as she could feel the psychic's anger at what had happened between Dean, Willow and Buffy, "I'll just go see them, then."
As Dawn went up the stairs, Sam turned to Missouri, "You can't blame her for what happened you know."
"I'm not, I just don't like that it happened," she said as Dean backed away from her slightly fearful that she was going to start using his head for target practice again. Too many people had been using him to vent their anger out on lately, "but that girl is hiding something. I thought it was what her sister was, but it isn't that."
"Great what we all need more big reveals. So far we've found out Dad was like him when he was younger. We have one sister, whose the chosen one, an ancient secret society, that's not only seems responsible for her but also to her and a witch, who's her best friend, and can apparently redistribute life itself." Sam said rubbing his brow. "So what do you think Dawn's deal is?"
Dean glowered at his brother, "Can you change the record on your opinion on how I deal with women Sam? I know you didn't go out too often, but I do remember that before you went off to school you did on occasion come home a little later than you said you would. At least I'm completely honest about the fact it's not likely that I'm gonna stick around."
"Boys - don't start that now!" Missouri said soundly, "I don't know what girl's thing is but she's scared of telling you. The rest of them know it though, and they'll do what they have to, to protect it. Especially that sister of yours."
"When did you start pulling down Yoda duty? 'Cause, you know, the mystical pieces of advice on the doorstep ain't too much help." Dean said, though on seeing her reaction he took a further step back.
"Hidey ho guys," Dawn said, entering the bedroom where Willow was sleeping.
"Everything go alright?" asked Buffy as Dawn sat down on the bed beside where she was lying.
"Sure, nothing out of the ordinary. Do you know the two of them have real attachment issues?" asked Dawn.
"Any worse than us?" her sister asked sitting up.
"Not really, but I don't think you could ever say that anyone else's sibling relationship could ever be remotely compared to ours," replied Dawn.
"You never know, one of them could be the vessel of some unbelievable force of energy too," said Xander.
"Please don't say that, I'm not taking a plunge again." Buffy said resolutely.
"And we don't want you too," said Dawn, "I don't think I could go through that again."
Buffy hugged her sister, then she proceeded to kiss her on the top of her head, "I'm not going anywhere."
"Promise me?" Dawn asked.
Buffy smiled half heartedly, "Promise."
"Anyway you know the drill, your sister dies I bring her back." Xander joked, "It's my role in life."
Dawn turned to look at Kennedy who had started to doze off, "Willow doing okay?"
"Fine, shouldn't even have a hangover," explained Buffy, "We should be getting back to the motel, can't really start taking up residence here can we?"
"Think Missouri is going to burst as it is," Xander sat up straight in his chair.
"She didn't look to happy when we got in, though she had just finished boxing Dean's ears."
"Boxing ears?" asked Buffy, "You are spending too much time with your nose in a book young lady. How bad was she?"
"It was funny," chuckled Dawn, "But I'm getting the feeling she knows something's off."
"Dawn you got to tell them." Xander said.
Dawn looked him straight in the eye, "Please, tell me how and I'll do it."
"Right now he's freaked, in the 'I'm not sure what's going on, so I'm going to take control of everything so no-one notices I'm coming unglued' sort of way, so us throwing the truth about The Key into the mix might not be the best thing to do right now," said Buffy, "We can do it tomorrow?"
"I'm good with tomorrow." said Dawn.
"The two of you have to sit them down tomorrow and explain everything to them, alright," argued Xander. "See it as humouring me alright?."
"Well not everything." Buffy said hopefully.
Xander nodded, "Your history with men probably should be for later, it would give him a coronary."
"I know, I know," said Buffy picking up a pillow. "Why can't I find for a nice normal guy who can just accept me for who I am?"
"A good man is so hard to find these days," Xander joked as he gently prodding his best friend with his foot while reclining on the chair he was sitting on.
"Thanks Xan," said Buffy as she buried her head further into the pillow.
Jenny just finished putting the dishes in the washer. She'd had a long day, work had been hell, and Sari was still getting over her cold. She was just glad that her daughter was still well enough to go to school. They needed the money right now.
Her little boy was happily playing in his pen. Sari was watching some teenage movie in the same room. You know the type boy meets girl, their friends don't get on – hilarious mix-up forces them apart. One of them realises that the social differences in High School don't matter and they get back together at the big dance, where they are voted King and Queen of whatever.
She was just about to get little Richie to bed when the door went, she took a quick look through the window of the front door. There were two very smartly dressed men standing there.
She opened the door, probably a couple of salesmen she thought or missionaries.
"I'm sorry but I don't need anything," she said politely, "and I'm happy with my church."
One smiled at her, "Oh my dear we are not selling anything. As for God…"
The other one flicked out a forked tongue.