A.N. I know that Dean and Sam didn't have the Impala fixed by the Roadhouse episode, but lets pretend for the purposes of this fic that it was fixed by then.

Chapter 3

Buffy waited to open the door; she didn't want Dean to think she was eager to see him…even if she was. She didn't have to wait long before a familiar knock sounded against the wood.

Briefly taking notice of the curious expressions on everyone's faces she opened the door. Standing there were the two men that always brought a smile to her face. "Well if isn't Frick and Frack." Buffy leaned against the door in a slightly seductive manner.

"If it isn't the Princess." Dean smirked; he stepped inside first with Sam following.

Instantly she recognized that something wasn't right with the boys. "What happened." There weren't too many things that could cause the emotion she saw in their eyes, she could count them on one hand and still have fingers left over.

Dean only said one word. "Dad."

Nothing else needed to be said it was clear what had happened. John Winchester was dead. She could feel her throat tighten up with sadness. Not John, not him. But she knew that Dean wasn't lying.

Without a word she lifted her hand and caressed his prickly cheek, anything else then that small show of affection would have made Dean upset. Last thing he wanted or needed was anyone's pity or concern, he'd talk when he was ready to talk and it might not be for a while.

Sam on the other hand was a different matter, when she dropped her hand from Dean's cheek she turned and hugged her friend. "I'm so sorry. Was it the-"

"Yea." Sam interrupted. "It was the demon that got Mom."

Over the years that they had been friends the brothers…mostly him though, had told Buffy about the way they got involved with hunting the evil that roamed the Earth. Dean didn't like talking about the demon that killed Mom…and now Dad.

"You'll get it someday." Didn't matter if she was with them or not, eventually they would kill the demon that killed their parents. The brothers were like pit bulls, when they grabbed onto something they didn't let go.

"Damn right we will." Dean popped up.

When Dean and Sam entered the home more she closed the door behind them. It was then that Sam saw the entire living room flooded with people. "Ahh, what's going on Buffy?" He wasn't surprised when he didn't recognize anyone except Dawn, who he had only seen pictures of, they had only been to Sunnydale once and that was to pick up Buffy.

"Well, long story short, the First is back and it's minions are trying…quite successfully, to kill all the possible future Slayers. So Giles has brought all of them here to be safe." Although that wouldn't be the case for long.

The group might think she was going to leave but she had news for them, if anyone was going to leave it wouldn't be her. Nobody would be kicking her out, if she wanted to leave then she would but no way was she leaving because they ordered her too.

"Buffy?" Dawn switched her gaze between her sister and the two new comers. "Who are these guys?"

"Friends." She doesn't bother to elaborate on their connection. She was upset at Dawn, yes this was her home too but what gave her the right to throw her out? Did she pay the bills, did she do the chores, did she have to take charge of thirty or more people? No she didn't.

"Is it just me or is there a lot of tension in the room?" Dean questioned.

"It's not just you. However I am about to deal that right now." Coughing to clear her throat she returned to the spot where she stood as they were arguing with her earlier that night. "Okay, first off, Dawn go to your room, I'll speak with you later."

Dawn stood up straighter, trying to use her height to her advantage. "No. You're not giving orders around here anymore Buffy."

"That's where you're wrong. You are my sister, whether or not I'm the Slayer, with Mom dead, and Dad dumping his responsibilities as usual, I am both your sister and parent. Meaning I have Mom's ability to send you to your room. If you don't listen there will be consequences, it is completely up to you." Buffy put her hands on her hips and stared at Dawn.

Giving Dawn a few minutes to make her choice she turned to the group at large. "Second thing, this is my home. All of you are staying here because I let you. Not Giles, not Dawn, not Willow, not Xander, and not Faith. Me. You don't like me as leader, fine, then you can all get out of my home. But I am not going to be kicked out."

Willow stood up. "Buffy be reasonable. Where would we go?"

"Try one of the many abandoned homes around Sunnydale. I'm sure you all can find one that would fit all of you."

"Wait a minute," Dean stepped forward. "These people wanted you to leave, wanted you to leave your home, the house your mother willed to you, and they thought you'd actually go for it?" He scratched his temple. "Did I get that right?"

"Pretty much." She sighed.

"They got some balls I'll give them that." Dean didn't leave her side wanting to give her all the support he could.

Dawn spoke up again. "But what about me Buffy? Are you just going to throw me out too?"

"No, I'd never throw you out." She softened her tone slightly, but it still carried a hard edge that showed how upset she really was. To be honest it did make Buffy feel a little better laying a guilt trip on Dawn. "Like you said, this is your home too."

"Buffy-if you make us leave now we'll be sitting ducks out there." Giles stepped away from the fireplace. "And not to mention if we do find a place to stay it still won't be safe. The homes are abandoned, even if we move in it's still not ours and vampires can enter without an invitation."

"Oh I'm not going to throw you out tonight, that would be cruel," She wouldn't do that to them even though they tried to do it to her. "You all can stay here the night, however once morning comes, you're all out of here. And as for the home thing, well the Mansion is still available. Angel never stopped paying for it. So technically you could go there and be as safe as you would be here."

Dean stood back and watched as Buffy laid down the law. It got him hot when she was in control, especially dressed as she was, all she needed was a whip and he'd be her willing sex slave. Hell she wouldn't even need the whip.

"Now there are a few people who can stay here if the want. Faith and Spike once he returns. The rest of you on the other hand in the morning I want you gone. If you're not, I'll be escorting you out physically and it won't be pleasant."

TBC