Chapter Six; The Hell?!

Dean shook his head, eyes glued to the screen disbelievingly. "Does this guy have no - I mean…" He shook his head again. "Playing a bad guy? A killer? That's my face killing innocent people!" He finally spat out, annoyed. "I mean…what the hell? Does this guy pick out whatever character offered to him or what?"

Dawn rolled her eyes. "He's an actor."

Dean shook his head. He couldn't grasp it.

"C'mon, a bad guy? I don't…it's not like…"

"Come on." Xander urged, standing up. "I think it's time we left."

They nodded and stood. They took off their glasses and stuffed them in their pockets when they realised they got to keep them - they *had* paid for them, after all.

"Oh my god!" One of the crowd suddenly screamed. "It's Jensen Ackles!"

"Oh, no."

"I'd run if I were you." Faith muttered.

Dean took that advice to heart. Taking a deep breath, he turned and bolted. As he did so, he screamed at the top of his lungs; "I'm NOT Jensen Ackles!"

Dawn watched as a multitude of teenage girls chased after him. She tilted her head to one side. "Should we help him?"

"Nah." Xander waved it off. "What guy doesn't want a bunch of girls chasing after…" He trailed off, remembering the last time HE'd had a bunch of girls chasing after him. That had *not* turned out so well. "On second thought…" He ran after Dean.

"C'mon, then, D. Looks like it's up to us to save to manly men from being chased by underage girls."

"The horror." Dawn deadpanned.

Dean ran in through the front door, Dawn the Faith soon following him. Xander ran in after them and slammed the door shut. He slumped against it as he tried to catch his breath.

"Ok, demons I can handle." He panted. "But that…"

"That was horrible." Dawn agreed, hands on her knees and bent over slightly as she tried to catch her own breath.

There was a sudden knock on the door and they all tensed.

"Uh…Jensen's not here…I think he ran down the street already…" Xander offered, his voice overly loud.

"Xander?"

They all let out a relieved breath. It was only Buffy.

Xander turned and cautiously opened the door. As he hustled the blond Slayer in, he peeked out into the street worriedly.

"Hey, Buff! You, uh, didn't happen to see any screaming teenage girls about by chance, did you?"

"What're you talking about?" She asked, her tone amused and one eyebrow raised.

"Never mind."

Faith was the only one not out of breath. "Next time you want to go cinema, Dawn, it'll be after dark."

Dawn nodded. "Gotcha."

"Ok, what happened?" Buffy demanded, hands on her hips.

The four exchanged a look. After a moment, Dawn took a deep breath and stepped forward.

"It's like this…"

"When's Giles and Willow getting back?"

"Soon. They've got all the girls with them."

"Girls?" Dean asked, interested. Then his eyes widened in realisation. "Oh! GIRLS!"

Teenage girls. Who were potential slayers. Dozens of them.

He was doomed.

"Are they all staying here?" Dawn asked. "I know they were before, but now there's so many of them. Where're we gonna put 'em?"

"We'll have to make room. They'll all have sleeping bags, right?" Buffy asked.

"If not, it won't be hard to get some." Xander shrugged.

"Right. They can take the floor in the living room and our bedrooms if they have to."

"If you guys don't have enough room, they can crash at mine, too. Though, if they do, Faith's coming too."

"I am?" She demanded, eyebrow raised.

"Hey, me and girls? Yey. But me and hormonal teenagers who are also potential slayers? God, no!" He shuddered dramatically.

"Hey, at least you weren't chased!" Dean added.

"Been there, done that, got the t-shirt torn to shreds."

As the others went about moving things to the basement to make more floor-room for the girls, Faith and Dean managed to sneak away.

"It's not like they're not gonna know what we're doing." Dean mumbled against her lips.

"Yeah." She mumbled back. Then, turning from him and grabbed his wrist, she dragged him over to the window. "Patrolling."

She opened the window and snuck out, soon reaching in to pull him out with her. Together, they carefully navigated their way down to the ground then took off at a run.

"Why so desperate to get away?" Dean asked as they ran.

"Being in a house full of teens ain't exactly on my top-ten list of things I want to do."

"Fair enough."

They slowed down a street or two away. Then they continued on into the cemetery.

"Do you have anything on you?" Faith asked, eyeing him up.

He smiled charmingly at her. "Of course. Gun, knife, and a stake Dawn insisted I take."

"Good. I'm not going to ask you to stand back. Just keep up if you can."

He nodded. "I can live with that."

They wandered for a while, waiting for something to jump out of them. People had already started leaving town, and it seemed that the demons of the world weren't too far behind them.

Faith sighed, annoyed. "What's a girl gotta do to have a decent fight?"

"You'd think they'd be lining up to join…whatever it is." Dean said, shrugging.

They continued to wander until they came across something to fight. Lucky for them, there was about ten demons soon surrounding them, either too brave or too stupid to leave town.

"'Bout time!"

Dean brought out his knife and want into stance, noticing Faith doing the same thing next to him.

"Whoever gets the most-" Dean started, jumping back to avoid being hit. "Gets to choose the prize." He knew Faith would win. Which mean he would win - fighting always made her ready for…another sort of action.

"You got it." She wouldn't mind sex, but she'd have that anyway if she wanted. Despite herself, she was curious about where he came from. She knew, of course, but she wanted more info about his world. Who was she in their world? Who were the others? She wanted to know.

Want. Take. Have.