So... How about that supernatural season finale, eh? EH!? WHAT THE EFF! I expect Chuck to return next season. I just expect it. HE'D BETTER! Isn't he God?
So now we're going under the assumption that removing the mark had no repercussions. Okay? Okay! Okay, moving on...
"I don't know Dean, I don't think we should leave." Sam said to his brother as he watched him pack up their belongings and lug them out to the Impala.
"Why not? We finished our job, and Buffy's friends know where she really was. It's not like there's anything else keeping us here." Dean sighed and slammed the trunk of his baby shut and began walking to the driver's side.
"What about the whole, 'demons can possess vampires' thing?" Sam asked, obviously fishing for a reason to stay. Dean shook his head and rubbed his eyes. They'd been in that town three weeks too long and it was very clear that Sam was starting to take a liking to the Scooby Gang. Not that Dean hadn't, he just didn't like lingering for too long in one place. They had a home, it was at the bunker, not in Sunnydale.
"I think they can fight their own battles, Sammy."
"Are you sure? Because it seemed like they might need help. I mean, Dawn did run off with some vampire last night!" Sam shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned against the car, his brow worried as he stared at Dean. Dean sighed, he could tell how badly Sam wanted to stay, but he wasn't exactly sure why.
"Why do you want to stay so bad?" He decided a direct route was the best to take.
"I just don't think we're done here." Sam pushed further, but Dean wasn't budging. He stared at his brother through heavy lids. Sam realized he was fighting a losing battle and sighed, "Alright, let's at least go say bye?"
"Fine." Dean said, opening the driver's side door and climbing in.
They pulled up to the house and parked out front. Having been there for so long, they no longer needed to knock, they could enter without being attacked, which they were the first time they did it. Sure, it was Dawn with a large book, Sam's head hurt for a few minutes, but since then they'd been fine.
"Hey guys." Dawn said, still sulking on the couch when they walked in. She'd been reprimanded by Giles the night before for lying and going on a date. It wouldn't have been so bad if her date hadn't turned out to be a vampire.
"Hey Dawnie." Sam said, "Where uh, where's Buffy?" Dawn snorted, her arms crossed over her chest, she rolled her eyes.
"Somewhere being all high and mighty. Why?"
"We are actually heading out of town." Sam announced and Dawn perked up, sitting up straight, her eyes widened slightly.
"You're what?" She stood, her anger seeming to grow every second.
"We're leaving, moving on to the next case." Dean said, "There's a wendigo in Virginia that's-"
"I don't care!" Dawn interrupted, "We need you here!"
"I've been trying to tell him that Virginia is way too close to the FBI, but he won't listen." Sam tried to lighten the mood, but it only served to make Dawn more angry.
"That's not the point, Sam. The point is," He looked from his brother back to the youngest Summers, "Your sister protects this town, and yeah maybe even the world... But there are people out there all over the country relying on us."
"You guys are leaving?" They turned to see Willow standing in the doorway with Tara behind her, her face was turned up into a slight grimace. Tara stood awkwardly behind her.
"Yeah, windigo in Virginia." Dean explained.
"Ooh! Hey! What if I could zap the windigo here for you guys to fight?" Willow suggested, brightening up considerably.
"No!" Tara almost shouted from behind her. Everyone looked to where she was now covering her face, trying to recover from the embarrassment only she felt, "I just mean, I'm sure they can fight this thing without your help, without magic. You guys have a safe trip." She backed away and ran up the stairs without another word. They all watched her go, Willow with a horrified look on her face.
"I'm sure we'll see you again soon?" Willow half asked and half assured as she ran up the stairs, yelling for Tara.
"They've been fighting about magic for a couple days now." Dawn explained, though Sam knew, he'd seen the tension as well. Dean, however, had no clue, because he'd been spending most of his time with Buffy and coincidentally, Spike. They'd been out patrolling for Drusilla.
"Magic can be dangerous, it's power addicting. It's like a drug." Sam said, trying to avoid his brothers eyes, they'd both had their brush with addicting power. The outcome was never nice.
"Buffy's out back." Dawn sighed, plopping onto the couch, defeated, "I'd better see you before you leave for good."
"You think we'd leave you and not say goodbye?" Dean said, walking around to the back door, Dawn watched them leave the room and huffed, looking back to the cartoons on the TV.
They found Buffy in the backyard doing some strange tai-chi that she'd told Dean about; she learned it from her old beau, Angel. She heard the back door open and turned quickly, as if expecting a fight.
"You expect something to attack you now? It's the middle of the day." Sam said, heading down the steps into the yard.
"You never know." Buffy shrugged, "Ever since the weird repeat-y day, anything is possible."
"Ah yes, the day of the exploding lint." Dean half smiled.
"What's up?" Buffy asked, her hands falling to her hips as they usually did.
"We came to say goodbye." Sam said, though Dean could hear the reluctance in his tone.
"What?" She responded, obviously surprised, "Wha-why? When?"
"Well, now." Sam said, "Dean says there's a monster out there that needs taking care of, so we're off."
"So soon? I thought you'd be around for a bit longer. I mean with the wedding coming up and all."
"The wedding isn't for a few months." Dean said, "We can probably make it back for that. But don't tell Anya that, I don't want her making plans... Forcing us to be groomsmen or whatever. She'd probably try to pawn us off on her vengeance demon friends."
"I wouldn't put it past her." Buffy pouted slightly, "I was gonna make tacos for dinner."
"Ooh, Tacos." Dean smiled, "We could stay for that."
"Oh so you'll stay for tacos?" Sam scoffed as Buffy led them back into the house.
"Only a crazy person would say no to delicious stuffed meaty cheesy goodness." Buffy smiled, heading to the freezer to pull out the hamburger.
They ate and talked and laughed, and for some reason, the boys didn't feel like leaving town just yet.
"One last patrol?" Buffy asked, "Before you guys hit the road I mean."
"Sure." Dean said, looking to his brother who of course was up for anything that meant they got to stay a bit longer.
"Let's go then." They readied their weapons and headed out to the nearest cemetery. Nothing serious was going down, no big bads' to look for and the brothers were particularly thankful for that one.
"Buffy, I gotta ask..." Sam began talking as they walked slowly amongst the headstones, "How have you done this for so long? I mean we travel and fight demons and other monsters, but you stay put. You've staked your claim on this city, pun intended."
"It's not like I asked to be the slayer and to get send to the hell mouth, that's just how it happened." Buffy shrugged, "I don't know, I guess I just keep going."
"Going?" Dean asked, he wasn't sure why, it just seeming like the right thing to ask. If they weren't mistaken, they could swear they heard the beginnings of some sort of song.
"Is that an orchestra?" Sam muttered, looking around. Then Buffy turned to them, shrugged and turned her back, they watched as she strolled along through the graveyard, but for some reason knew not to follow her, that they were just supposed to watch.
"Every single night, the same arrangement, I go out and fight the fight..." But she wasn't talking.
"Is she singing?" Dean asked.
"I think she's singing." Sam replied, they looked at each other and then back to Buffy.
"We've got to get out of here." They both said simultaneously as Buffy began to sing as she fought vampires, which strangely seemed to dance along. They backed away and before anyone could notice they'd left, they lurched into a sprint.
"What the hell is going on!? I can hear the backing orchestra following us!" Dean yelled as they drove the Impala as quickly as they could through town. Everywhere they went there were people breaking out into song and dance. It was unnerving.
"Drive faster, Dean!" Sam urged as they finally left the center of town, Dean could see the You are now leaving Sunnydale sign ahead. But as soon as they reached it, the car automatically stopped and stalled out.
"What?" Dean exclaimed, getting out of the car and slamming the door. He walked up to where the town line would be and stuck out his hand. It was like a wall was blocking him from the other side, "What is this?" He rammed it with his shoulder, no good, he was still in Sunnydale.
"Dean?" Sam asked, getting out of the car, "What does this mean?"
"It means we can't leave this damn town, is what it means." Dean huffed and walked back to the car, getting in and slamming the door shut. He turned it back on and put it in reverse, driving back into town, the swelling music causing him to cringe.
The next chapter or so is going to be ridiculous and fluff and just not motivating to the plot story at all. I'm gonna be working a lot the next few days and I just want to give something, and all my brain can come up with at the moment (because it's SO FRIED) is fun, fun, fun. And Once More With Feeling is my favorite episode. Well not my favorite, but one of them. Who doesn't love a good musical.
Now remember how awesome it was to see James Marsters singing with his voice *sigh*... Now imagine Jensen singing... *double sigh*... Now imagine Dean singing to Cass... *what's more than a sigh* I promise after the fluffiness and singing will come plot advancement. But right now, we deserve a little fun. :)