He had checked into a nice hotel. A perk he had for working with The Council was that he actually got paid to hunt. Whereas most other hunters hustled pool, poker and or ran credit card scams. He wasn't bad at pool or poker, he had a lot of practice over the years. Xander had done it a lot to learn what his tells were, how to hide them better and how to better spot liars.
He took out his silver laptop. Xander hadn't done well with computers in high school, but he had learned how to work them now up to the point he could hack into a good amount of things. Willow had taught him how to do it when he wasn't training.
He looked up Sam and Dean Winchester and found something interesting about them. Dean had faked his death, apparently twice and was now apparently really dead. Sam had apparently faked his death once and was now apparently really dead. Dean had faked his deaths in 2006 and again in 2009 and had just died late last year. Sam had faked his death in 2009 and had also died last year as well. He knew though that just because they were legally dead, didn't necessarily mean they were really dead.
Xander knew Dean had gone to hell and had been pulled out, that had big news back then. As it had been when Sam had been pulled out of hell a few years later. He had heard several people talking about that as well but as for their deaths last year, he didn't know. The Winchesters and Bobby Singer had gone under the radar and he had no idea what had happened to them since.
Hunters were often wanted by the authorities. He didn't know anyone as wanted as the Winchesters though, especially looking at the video again of those murders. Of course, he also knew the Winchesters had pissed off the Leviathans, so maybe the people in the video weren't Sam and Dean but Leviathans pretending to be them. Or maybe he just wanted to believe his possible siblings were innocent.
His phone started ringing again. He checked who was calling and saw it was Willow, again. He ignored it.
This time, he decided to hack into the FBI database, although he wasn't really sure what that would tell him.
Sam and Dean Winchester's rap sheets were both long and very detailed.
That was a lot of crimes. Most hunters tended to have rap sheets like that with possessions, shapeshifters, and other things that could make itself look like you. It wasn't hard to get rap sheets like theirs.
His phone rang again. This time, it was Buffy. Xander cursed under his breath. Willow better not have told her to call him, but in case she hadn't Xander answered it anyways.
"Hello."
"Xander, how are you?" Awful, tired, thinking about my possibly murderous possible brothers.
"Awesome," he said instead, managing to put some enthusiasm into it.
"Really?" she seemed surprised. So Willow did tell her to call him, he wondered if she had told her why.
"What? I can't be awesome?" he asked with false cheer.
"It's just...well...Willow told me to call you?" He knew it. He rolled his eyes, Willow could never just give him time to go through things in his own time, she always thought it was better to just talk and talk everything all away.
"She tell you why?"
"No, she just said that you sounded like you needed someone to talk to," she said a bit sheepishly.
"Well you tell Willow that I'm fine and I'm dealing with it," he said then winced. Crap, maybe she didn't catch it.
"Dealing with what?" she asked confused and a little suspicious.
"Nothing it's fine," he insisted. Why were his two best friends always asking him to share and care all his emotions? That's right, they were girls.
"Xander," she said warningly.
"Buffy it's fine. I'm fine. It's all fine."
"Alright, but if you need to talk, call me," she warned.
"Alright, I will. I'll talk to you later Buffy."
"Bye Xander."
"Say hi to your husband and kids for me will you?" Buffy was the first of them that had gotten married.
"Will do."
"Bye."
"Bye," he hung up and sighed.