20 minutes later they were thankfully on the road to the airport, and half an hour after that they were on the highway to Texas.

Willow was relegated to the back seat with her laptop bag and supplies bag being subjected to the loud AC/DC which thrummed from the speakers behind her. Not being able to find a signal on her mobile internet she had reluctantly put her laptop away and was currently bored. She had done long car journeys plenty of times, but when she was with Buffy, Xander, Dawn, Giles and Spike it never felt like a drag.

Willow had been busy sending texts back and forth with Buffy though which alleviated some of the boredom. Buffy wanted her to get pictures of the two boys, and Willow had told her to google them, they had rap sheets as long as her arm. Within 5 minutes She had a text back

"Wow"

Willow giggled at her phone and chose to let the Slayer get back to patrolling as it was 2am in Rome, before scanning her emails one last time before putting it down on the seat next to her.

Sam turned in his seat "So, tell us about the Vampire you resouled?"

Dean turned down the music, ugh finally, and tilted his head to the side while trying to keep his concentration on the road.

"His name is Angel, he's working out of LA at the moment. In a nutshell he was cursed by gypsies; they returned his soul which led to a lot of guilt and pain. Anyway more than a 100 years or so later the Powers That Be told him in order to redeem himself he needed to help out a new Slayer, my friend Buffy. Well they fell in love." Sam bristled at this and Dean let out a small laugh. "I know, awkward much? Well it was all fine and dandy till, well Angel had a moment of true happiness and lost his soul."

Willow paused and rooted in her bag for one of the bottles of water they had picked up for the drive before taking a gulp.

"Well when this happened he went all dark side, he calls himself Angelus and starts killing again, trying to end the world. Well after he killed one of our teachers who was part of the Wicca tribe who ensouled him in the first place we thought our only option was to kill him. But After a concussion and a lot of persuading I did the spell and his soul was restored. Buffy had to kill him though to close a portal to Hell."

She could see Sam was still following so she continued.

"Anyway a few months later we find out Hell spat him back out, and after helping us blow up the school to kill a pretty old demon he left for Los Angeles."

She took another drink of her water and smiled, "the second time he lost his soul he did it intentionally, we needed Angelus to remember something Angel couldn't. So they called me to pop it back in when they had got the info."

"That's some pretty powerful magic."

"You're not wrong Dean, and even if it was intended as a curse it is light magic through and through."

"Tell me about the dark magic please. I know Cas said you were good but it's hard to reconcile that with what I know."

Sam hit Dean on the shoulder, "dude we've both been bad, I let Lucifer possess me and when I was freed from Hell ran about without a soul for over a year, and you, well you tortured people when you were in hell.

Willow held up her hand, "its fine Sam. I understand. The guy that killed my girlfriend, he had been causing trouble for a while an when his schemes an magic got him no where he resorted to coming to our house and trying to kill Buffy. Tara and I had just reconciled, I had been having issues with my magic for a while and she didn't agree with how much I was using. We'd just gotten out of her when there was a bang, she'd been shot." Willow paused and tried to think of the best way to tell her story, a story she hadn't had to explain in a long time. "I, to put it frankly, lost control. I pulled the bullet out of Buffy in the middle of a hospital and went after Warren. I strung him up and turned him inside out. Then I went after his accomplices, tried to kill Giles who tried to stop me and tried to end the world. My friend Xander stopped me." She paused to make sure they both understood. "I went to rehab with Giles in England and got it under control, you have to understand there and then I wanted to give it up all together, but they told me if I did it would kill me."

Sam nodded at her, "it's a part of you, a part of your soul?"

"Yes."

Dean pulled into a lay by and turned to face her, "and since?"

Willow held up her hands and smiled "only light magic, I activated the Slayers across the world, it turned my hair white, that's when I knew I wouldn't slip back again."

"Well I'm sure Sammy here agrees with me, it's a relief to hear that." Dean started the car again an pulled back on to the road. "No more stops till tonight."

Dean mulled over everything the witch had said, everything Cas had confirmed and decided he could trust her. He was stupid to have approached her in the first place knowing what his dads journal had said, but ultimately he was glad he did. She would be a powerful ally, and with the Watchers Council at her back he doubted if they asked, and if they were able, they would be outmatched again.

He depressed the pedal, he wanted to get more than halfway to Texas today, but he was hungry and needed the bathroom, they would need to stop at a diner or cafe sooner rather than later. The clock ticked over to 3pm and he decided now was as good a time as any.

"Any issues with stopping at the next diner we see, I could do with some food and chance to stretch, I don't want to get stiff if I'm walking into a big fight tomorrow."

Willow nodded in his rear view mirror, "good idea, we can fill up on gas, and plan where we are stopping tonight. That and I could use an opportunity to stretch myself."

Sam nodded as well, "yeah sounds like a plan, the last sign said there were services in a few miles so we can stop there."

"Excellent," Willow added, "and don't worry about hustling any pool or anything tonight, this trip is on the Councils dime, or pound as it would be, I will also make sure you are both compensated for your time."

Dean smiled; he was starting to like this girl more and more.

They stopped a motel about 9pm, Dean and Sam were too tired to drive anymore and Dean had told her in no uncertain terms that no one else drove his baby.

Stumbling into the reception they were greeted by a young woman.

"Welcome to the day trader motel."

Willow took charge seen as she was the one paying. "Hi, don't suppose I can get two or three rooms for the night?"

The young woman frowned, "I'm sorry we have a big convention in town and we're full up, we do have a double spare, and there's a pull out sofa if that would do?"

Willow turned and sized up the boys behind her, "well I suppose that will do."

She pulled her purse out of her pocket and took out a gold card and paid.

The woman handed her a key and smiled, "enjoy your stay."

The three of them walked out of the reception and located the room, Dean went to move the car and Sam followed to get the bags.

Upon opening the door she stepped into the room and saw a double bed and a ratty looking sofa.

Sighing she sat down on the sofa and closed her eyes. She was interrupted a minute later when the brothers walked in.

"Right so how we doing this? That bed looks a bit small for the two of us, so who do you want to share with?" Dean leered.

She opened her eyes and stared at the two of them, sizing them up and gradually came to the realization he would have more room if she shared with Dean, but the sofa looked awfully short for Sam. "Uh, I dunno." She stood up and grabbed her bag off Sam, "I'm going in the shower, you fight it out between the two of you."

When the door closed to the bathroom Dean turned to his brother, "I'm older, I get dibs on the bed."

Sam laughed at him, "rock, paper, scissors for it?"

"No way Sammy you cheat!"

"I do not; you just always play the same move."

"Well, I'm older so it's mine; you can share with the hot red head next time."

"What next time would that be exactly?"

"Well she's obviously going to want to come with us after."

"Right, yeah, how do you figure that again?"

"Think about it Sammy, she's hunting solo when she used to do it with her friends, she wants some excitement in her life."

"Probably not the kind of excitement we offer though Dean."

"We will see." He chucked his bag on the left hand side of the bed before sitting down on the edge to take his boots off.

Willow stood still in the shower letting the hot water knock out all the kinks being stuck in a car for 11 hours had caused. After a couple of minutes she turned off the water and reached for the towel she had placed on the rail and started to get dried.

She didn't hear any arguing from the main room so she assumed the brothers had worked out between them which one was getting the messy sofa.

It had been a nearly a decade since she had shared a bed with another man besides Xander, and on one occasion Giles. Her thoughts cast back to Oz who would always hold her close, tucked beneath his chin, and Tara who would always want to be held by her. Xander was a messy sleeper, all elbows and knees, she never slept very well when they had sleepovers. Buffy slept like a doll, unless she was having a nightmare she rarely moved in her sleep. And Giles, well they were drunk and there wasn't much of actual sleeping, not that he could remember that much anyway.

She hoped whoever it was she was sharing with was like Buffy, still and cool to the touch.

She reluctantly put a clean bra and knickers on followed by yoga pants and a camisole top, better to sleep in work out gear then her normal nightgown.

She opened the door a crack, "everyone decent out there?"

"Yeah."

Willow pushed open the door to see Sam sitting at a laptop on the sofa and Dean lounging on the bed. "So age beat out beauty then?"

Dean threw her look that spoke of his age and experience and Sam just gave her that puppy dog boyish smile.

"You're on my side of the bed." She said to Dean.

He shifted over to the other side and she smiled at him gratefully. "Thanks."

Sam looked up from his laptop, "I have the menu for a pizza place here, shall I go grab us some food?"

"Sounds good, order me the usual." Dean replied.

"Yeah just get me a pepperoni please; I'll get you some cash." She stood up and pulled her purse out of her coat pocket, "get some drinks too, whatever looks good."

Sam nodded and closed his laptop, okay then, I'll be back in a bit. Call me if you guys want anything else?"

"Will do Sammy."

He closed the door and a minute later they heard the car's engine start.

"So, we have at least half an hour Ms. Rosenberg, what do you want to do?"

She sat back down on the bed and turned to him with a disappointed stare. "Look, I know you think there's something here, but the flirting really isn't doing anything for me so you can stop okay. It's awkward enough as it is sharing a bed."

Dean sat up, moved closer and returned her gaze, "you sure it isn't doing anything for you? Because, even I can see your pupils are dilated and the hairs on your arm are standing on edge."

She looked down at her arm only to see he was right. Yikes Rosenberg, get a grip! "Look I'm very flattered but -"

He cut her off my placing his hand on her neck and stroking the side of her face. "But?"

She tried to suppress the shudder that ran through her, boy did she try, an before she could say anything else his lips moved towards her as he pulled her ace closer and they kissed. It was shy, tentative, searching; not what she had expected at all. She let herself fall into the kiss, placed her hand against his and leaned more into his lips.

Any thought of stopping was stuttered when he moved his hand from under hers to the back of her neck and up into her hair. He then pulled away and she felt herself lean in despite herself.

"Do you still want to say but?"

"No"

"Good."

He moved in again and this time his hands went round her waist, pulling her up and flush against him before he moved one hand back to her hair.

She couldn't remember ever being kissed with so much passion. Everyone else had left her to take the the lead, set the pace, and for once she relinquished control. When Dean started to lean back she followed him, and they laid side by side, making out like teenagers. She let him pull her even closer and intertwined his legs with hers, the arm pinned under her stroked the back of her neck sending tingles shooting down her body, his other hand moved down her body to grab her leg and bend it over his own. She felt him growing hard against her and she let out a gasp.

She tightened her leg around his and deepened the kiss. He really was a very good looking, very good evil fighting kisser and it had been a while.

But, he pulled away and looked deep in her eyes, "tell me to stop if you want me to."

"I don't."

"Good."

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