Disclaimer - Please see previous chapter.

Right thought I get this bit and the next chapter up before I go on holiday.

Hope it is okay for you.

Oh and thanks to Twinkiecat for looking this over for me. It was very much appreciated.

The bar was one of those places that would never be advertised in a mall, through those two for one family meal deals Bobby thought as they entered the noisy smoky room. Sam was still in a mood about the loss of his laptop, and if only the boy could work out a way to make money from snarking, then he and his brother wouldn't have to run another scam ever again.

The boys had called him for some heavy artillery, John had taken off after some tip he'd heard about the yellow eyed SOB. However, Bobby had decided to call him the second Sam had uttered the word Succubae down the phone.

Knowing those boys, if they didn't take them down quick, Dean would be stupid enough to offer himself up as bait for whatever plan the two of them came up with. At least with John there, there would be less of a chance of something going wrong. It had gone down all right; they'd sent the bitches back to hell and freed the souls that they had collected.

They were now just outside Evansville Indiana, six hours down the road from the motel where the girl had broken in. Dean had shut up about Sam being taken by a girl. John has simply turned around and said that if Dean had been on his game, then she wouldn't have gotten into the room in the first place.

They settled down at a small table at the back as Dean set about going to work. He casually trawled around a few of the pool tables looking for a nice plump target, or at least someone who he could separate enough cash from to pay for the evening, unfortunately there didn't seem to be either. Instead, he decided to play a few rounds with his brother, just enough to make sure Sammy wasn't getting rusty.

She had just sent the six ball into the corner pocket when they saw her. She was alone at the table closest to the bar, and didn't seem to care that she was the focus of attention of a number the bar patrons.

"You know Stretch, your face is gonna stick that way if the wind changes" she said not looking up as the brothers stood silently watching her line up her next shot.

"Where is it?" Sam asked.

She didn't answer, instead she smiled as she sank her next her next ball.

Dean scratched his forehead, "Look…Faith, I got to live with him so you got his damn machine or not?"

She looked up from the cue for a second, "What Sam, you no good at sharing?"

"You could have asked." Sam replied.

"Didn't think you were running an internet café." She threw some cash on the table, "Buy yourself a beer, I'll get it back to you when I'm finished with it."

Sam peered at her, "And if not?"

She started to line up another shot, "I'm good for it, ask D, or better yet ask B."

Dean was about to say something when the vanilla file made a light thud on the worn felt and a bottle was place at Faith's side.

"Oh she's good for it!"

Faith continued to concentrate on her shot, "How's D?"

"Had to scrap her off the ceiling, so thank you so much."

Faith sank the eight picked up the bottle and took a drink before turning to face her blonde counter part all the while the Winchester brothers watched on silently.

Faith looked at Buffy, "You here to work or …?"

Buffy clenched her jaw, "Riley was mentioned."

Faith turned and hit the white ball with the cue sending it flying wildly around the table. "Saw him and his moron squad in Bisbee."

"Where are the other two?"

Faith turned back to Buffy, "Meeting them here, shouldn't be too long but…"

"Let me guess if they're late, you're not waiting."

Faith nodded, she glanced at Sam and Dean before turning back to Buffy, "And there was me thinking that you were here to protect their virtue."

Buffy didn't back down from Faith's glare, "They're big boys they can take care of themselves."

Faith had a twinkle in her eye, "I wouldn't know about that but stretch has possibilities and as for towel boy…"

"Faith!" Buffy said through gritted teeth.

"Chill B you know how this works, I accept, you repress. But I keep telling you it ain't healthy B."

Buffy didn't reply instead continuing to stare down the other slayer.

"He'll be here soon B – you just got to be patient." Faith picked up the file and headed towards the bar.

She sighed throwing her head back in resignation, "Great, she thinks I'm here on a booty call." She turned to face her brothers, "Hi guys – can you give me five minutes?"

"Sure" Sam replied as Buffy took off after her sister slayer.

Sam turned to his brother to say something, but he stopped instead breaking out into a wide smile, "I don't believe it."

"What?" Dean replied.

Sam let out a little chuckle, "I never thought I'd live to see it."

"See what?"

Sam couldn't help but grin, "You're embarrassed!"

"Am not!"

"Are too."

"Am not"

"Whatever you say, towel boy."

"Shut up" Dean said as he headed off towards the bar.

John and Bobby sat there in what for them was a comfortable silence. It was Bobby that spotted her first heading towards the bar. He nodded towards John, who watched the dark hair girl for a second before bolting upright as he saw who was following her.

"When the hell did she get here?" John asked as Sam came back to the table.

"Not too long ago," Sam replied, "Seemed to be here for her friend."

"Right," John said as he got up from the table.

"What's going on?" Bobby asked, "Something to do with that Faith girl?"

"Kind of," Sam said as Dean came back with some drinks.

"What then?"

"Buffy."

The two girls were sitting looking through the file that Buffy had brought.

"Are you just going to stare or are you going to say hello?" Buffy asked not turning around.

"Depends," John said just standing there.

Both girls turned around, "What?" Buffy asked.

"Thought you wanted to be left to do your thing," John said.

Buffy shook her head, "We have got to work on your people skills." She got off the stool and gave him a hug.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Long story" Buffy replied, "Take it you've met Faith."

He nodded in the direction of the dark haired girl, "Hello again."

"Hey" she replied.

"So this is the famous Bobby then?" Buffy asked as her and Faith followed John back to join the others.

Bobby eyed the blonde girl, so this was Buffy then, trust John to have another good looking one and a good thing that he'd only found out about her a couple of months ago; John Winchester with a teenage daughter that would have been a sight to see. How many teenage boys would have regretted looking at her the wrong way? How many of those kids that Dean had hung about with back then would have gotten out alive?

John Winchester with a daughter, two if he could believe what he'd been told; though John had been drunk when he had told him it. Bobby was trying to get his head round it when John had told him in no uncertain terms whose door he'd be kicking down first if anything happened to the girl. Bobby wondered what the kid was like.

The girl in front of him was the older of the two, the one tied into the legend of the chosen one; that was another thing he was trying to get his head around. Pretty thing and unless she came with a serious lack of brains, (something he couldn't say after five minutes of talking to the girl.), she knew how to handle herself, seeing how she walked into that place alone.

The other one, well as far as Bobby could see, was all fire and ready to burn.

As he watched the two of them Bobby decided that these girls were a dangerous pair either to each other or to anything in their path.

Sam huffed a little as the group talked.

"Sam, what's up?" Dean asked.

"Nothing," he replied.

"Huffing is unbecoming in anyone over the age of 5," Buffy said before turning to Faith.

"Give him back his toy. You don't need it."

Faith picked up her bag and got out Sam's laptop pushing it across the table. "There!"

"Thanks," Sam replied.

Faith looked at the file Buffy had put on the table, "It better all be there B."

"For crying out loud, it's there, everything we could find. Do you want to call and check?"

Faith flicked through the file, "Maybe later."

Sam had spent a couple of seconds looking over his laptop to see if there was any external damage.

"Don't panic, I didn't kill it or anything," Faith replied on seeing Sam's concern.

Dean shook his head, "And you give me a hard time over the car."

Sam glared at his brother before heading off to the bar.

"You two staying here long?" John asked.

Buffy turned to Faith before answering the question, "It depends."

"Why don't you spend some quality time with the family," Faith said, smiling, "I'm happy to take care of business."

Buffy sighed, "I know you don't want my help."

"Don't need it B, I've been dealing fine." Faith retorted.

"If it's heading toward the Hellmouth then it needs to be cut off," Buffy said to the other slayer as the others watched the conversation, "He'd want me to help you, he'd want to make sure it was dead."

Faith stood up, definitely not happy at Buffy, "He deserves a hell of a lot more than that B. I'm going stand over the last rotting corpse, it ain't much but I can give him that, and I don't need your help."

Buffy closed her eyes for a second as Faith stormed off.

"Girl's hurting bad," Bobby said to which Buffy nodded.

"Yeah she is. I'm just hoping that she doesn't take us all down with her.