Sam wasn't sure if he was mad or grateful that Karen was the biggest gossip on campus. On the one hand, she made sure that everyone knew that Dean had rescued Mary from her and her brother's abusive mother. But on the other hand, if just one more well meaning person came up and told him what to do with the twins he was going to forget the family rule about not Hunting humans. They had enough things to deal with, they didn't need all this oh so 'helpful' advice.
Dad and Dean had made it safely back to the Slayer house with only two spots of trouble on the way. Jordan had spotted a vampire in Cleveland on their way to get a taxi and Hannah had forced Dean to take her to a yarn shop during their layover in Kansas City. Why they had a layover in Kansas City wasn't something that Sam had managed to understand during Dean's rant, but anyway, they had gone to this knitting shop and had found that one of the clerks, unknown to anyone else, was draining the life-force of the shop's customers. It turned out the clerk was a demon and Hannah killed it fairly easily, although not without buying the entire shop's inventory as she had trashed quite a bit of yarn in the process.
Hannah hadn't been worried about the cost. Her allowance from her trust fund had been sitting for three years while she was in the Slayer school and there would be more than enough to cover the cost. She was more concerned about the effects of demon blood on the yarn and hadn't wanted any innocent parties to come to harm because she had slayed something in the shop. The proprietor was more than willing to ship everything to the Slayer house, so now they had a huge amount of yarn splattered with demon blood to deal with. Sam just hoped that their basement laundry room could handle the overload.
And that was without mentioning enrolling two Slayers into college, setting up patrol routes, consulting with the police, getting weapons permits for all of them for the more exotic weaponry that was standard equipment in a Slayer's arsenal, and above all else, actually moving said Slayers into the Slayer house which now was also home to a set of six month old twin babies. If Johnny hadn't been as big a flirt as his dad, Sam didn't think he'd be able to handle it. The baby Winchester's charm worked wonders on potentially stuffy bureaucrats.
At any rate, things had settled down by the time classes started. The Slayer House was a former sorority house as that was the only place large enough to accommodate them all. Rather than simply removing the sorority sign, it had been replaced by a sign announcing that fact. John thought it was a bad idea, but the Council had overruled him. As they had more experience with this sort of thing, John was forced to back down, but he still grumbled every time he saw the sign.
Everyone had their own rooms, with the exception of the twins, who shared. Dean wasn't prepared to make them leave each other's company for any length of time, knowing how traumatic that would be for them. The house also had a large backyard with an archery range, a basement with a firing range (complete with workshop for everything from making gun modifications to making ammunition), a library for demonic and monster research (homework was generally done at the kitchen table) and a large weight/workout room. In short, it was a mini version of the Slayer School.
On their first day of classes both Jordan and Hannah were grateful for that. Having something to fall back on was a welcome bit of stability. Their classes and patrol schedules were posted in the library, the family room and the dining room. John had given them both cell phones and made sure that they both knew which number belonged to which Winchester along with their breakfast. Sam had made sure that they all had school supplies and their books for their classes and Dean had walked all three of them over to the campus before going off to the twins' doctor's appointment. Not however, without telling Hannah one more time to use her cell if she needed anything.
None of them had any classes together, so they were all on their own. By the end of the first day Jordan was ready to do anything that would get her into at least one class with Sam or Hannah. While she had been stared at before, she had never been the sole focus of those stares. Nor was she used to the whispering following her wherever she went.
The Slayer School was just that, a school for Slayers. If the student wasn't a Slayer, then she wasn't welcome. Oh, there had been the occasional little sister who had to come with or the reverse, but for the most part Jordan had been surrounded by Slayers and similar people for the last three years. Now, aside from Hannah, she was on her own and surrounded by people who had never seen a Slayer before.
She didn't know if they thought she was going to jump up and kill something in front of them or what but not being able to get away from being the focus of such intense scrutiny was almost unbearable. It was a good thing she only had three classes. It had taken all of the meditation and research skills that she had learned to keep her mind focused on the teachers instead of the whispers and jostling around her.
She knew that if she were anyone else, it wouldn't be this bad. It wasn't only that everyone kept glancing at her trying not to get caught; it was that at any given time she could hear them whisper about her. Not that everyone was talking about her all the time, but enough of them were talking about her at any one time that she wasn't getting a break. And they were saying the dumbest stuff. Like wondering whether or not she had been in LA last spring. Of course she had been in LA! Every Slayer who could get there had been! Duh! Slayers couldn't walk away from a major apocalypse!
There were the ones that she supposed were normal, boys wondering what it would be like to 'have' her for a girlfriend, or at least a one night stand, like she was really ready for that! One group of girls were wondering where she got her clothes and was the reason she dressed so badly because she had to fight demons all the time?
It wasn't her fault that denim and cotton were easier to wash demon guts out of, she thought angrily to herself. Becoming a Slayer didn't make someone rich. The Council had covered her other expenses while she was at Slayer School, but clothes were provided for by her family. Her parents hadn't been able to afford anything fashionable for her to wear, she had to make do with what she had always had, the clothes of a farm girl. As it was, they had still sent her better clothes than what they were wearing themselves.
It was the thoughts of her family's sacrifices for her that finally calmed her down. She would make them proud of her. She was the first person, the first girl, in the family to go to college and she wasn't going to walk away without a degree they could be proud of. No matter how the other students treated her.