It had taken what felt like ages, but was actually only hours for the Winchesters to get things worked out. Willow needed John and Dean in Cleveland in three days. That was long enough, even with the twins, for them to drive to Stanford and get Sam settled with little Mary Samantha and John Samuel (as Dean had insisted on naming them) in the Slayer house that Willow was setting up. Then John and Dean would fly to Cleveland to meet and then fly back with their two Slayers. Dean didn't like it, but John was very happy that he wouldn't have to travel by Rosenburg Express Service.

The only trouble was that the twins got car sick, repeatedly. John had prepared for this. As they were Dean's kids there was a chance that they would inherit the travel sickness that he had as a baby. John smiled to himself as he watched Sam clean out the back seat while he and Dean dealt with the much stinkier and disgusting mess the twins had made on themselves. It wasn't their fault, but it was amusing to watch his son take care of the same mess that he had given him more than twenty years ago.

"It isn't funny, Dad!" Dean growled as he carefully wiped vomit away from Mary's casts. "That stink is never gonna come out!

"Don't worry sweetheart, Daddy's not mad at you. Your grandpa on the other hand is being a jerk."

"No, it's just that you did the same thing to me when you were a baby. And the stink will come out, it did before," John said as he wiped up his namesake. "Thank god for rest stops. I hated to do this in a gas station restroom." He put down the washcloth he was using and picked up another one from the mega pack he'd bought. He had known that baby wipes would be useless in this situation. They had the twins laid out on a picnic table with their car seats down on the ground. "Now that you've got the vomit off, rinse with a baby wipe and then check her diaper. It'll be full and most likely a worse mess than the vomit."

Dean groaned, knowing that his dad was right. With all of the stress that they had been through there was no doubt that a long car trip wasn't good for a mess free trip. He gingerly opened the diaper only to slam it shut. "Oh God!"

John laughed and handed him a clean washcloth. By that time Sam had finished with the backseat and had started on the car seats. All three men worked quickly, although there was much gagging on Dean's part as he hadn't yet caught on to the trick of holding his breath just yet. When the twins were clean, had clean diapers, clothes and car seats, John handed Dean a bottle of clear fluid. "This is what you give them when they get sick like this. It's basically an infant version of a sport drink. It puts back what they lost when they got sick and it doesn't hurt their stomachs."

This was what made all that hassle worth it. Sitting down with a baby and giving them a bottle and cuddle time, there was nothing like it in the world. When Sam asked if he was going to get a turn, Dean looked at him. "Do you think for one minute I'm going to take these two on a plane? You're going to have them all to yourself little brother, heck you have had them all to yourself while I was killing time with the cops. Wait your turn."

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Jordan Maxwell was nervous. She and Hannah Adams were about to turn eighteen. By odd chance they both had the same birthday and so were going to graduate on the same day. Their families would be arriving soon to show their support and to find out where their little girls would now be living and working.

As the only girl in a large family Jordan had grown up a tomboy. Fortunately she hadn't been the oldest, nor was she the youngest. It made a difference in the way her parents and brothers had treated her. Their large farm had been too busy for them to coddle her and she had grown up running, fighting, playing and doing the same chores as the boys.

Today would be the first time her family had left their home state of Missouri. The farm had been left in the care of their neighbors and they were traveling here to see her graduate. It wouldn't surprise her if half the town had tried to finagle a way to join them. When she had been called and had traveled to the Slayer school it had been a scandal that her parents would send her away to a boarding school.

Now that the truth was known, she was the town's pride and joy. She hoped that Miss Lizzy would be able to make the trip. Miss Lizzy was the town's librarian and was the one person who knew everything about everybody for as far back as anyone could remember. Although she was eighty if she was a day, no one had the nerve to mention the word retirement to her. She was Jordan's favorite person.

Hannah peered around the door to the room where Jordan was pacing. She didn't know what Jordan's problem was, everyone had heard all about her family. Jordan had enough pictures on her walls to decorate an entire house and she had a ton of stories to go with them, unlike Hannah.

Hannah's family wasn't nearly so nice. Her father was a wealthy business man and worked hard to stay that way. Her mother was a busy socialite. There wasn't a single day that Hannah could remember that she had seen both of her parents together. She knew that it was because she had been called as a Slayer before her coming out party, but still, it made her stomach clench with the thought that she might see them both today. Or even worse, that she might not see them at all.

The housekeeper, Mrs. Gordon, had been her nanny and had been kept on as she had saved the family from an embarrassing disaster at one of the society parties her parents had been hosting. It was from Mrs. Gordon that she had learned how to knit. Mrs. Gordon's insistence that it was a very ladylike activity was the reason Hannah had been allowed to continue. As long as Hannah learned her other lessons in becoming a socialite, her mother had no objections to her learning domestic skills as well.

Hannah had been extremely grateful for those lessons when she had moved to the Slayer school. All of the Slayers had chores and were expected to be able to do them. Those chores included such things as; laundry, especially learning how to take care of their patrol clothes, scrubbing floors, washing dishes, basic cooking, making beds, basically in general the staff made sure that the new Slayers would be able to take care of themselves when they went to live on their own. Hannah had been glad that she hadn't been too far behind the other girls on learning how to do that. It would have been so horribly embarrassing to admit she didn't know how.

"Jordan? They're coming up the driveway now," she called quietly.