Shades of gray- Story 2 {BtVS/Supernatural}

2. Homecoming

A/N: Well here's chapter 2 in the sequel, it's got a little bit of fluff in it. I would have had it up last night but I had to run to Walmart and sleep lol so it's up now. The characters are still not mine but Whedon and Kripke's

“Dean, what’s going on?” Asked a very groggy Sam, who’d just been woken by Dean throwing an empty bottle into the backseat in his brother’s general direction.

“We’re just outside of Sunnydale and I want you to call Buffy,” He answered, digging into his pocket for his cell phone and handing it to Sam. “Tell her we’re about two miles from town, but that we’re going to get a hotel room first and then hand it back to me. Got that?”

Sam nodded, found Buffy’s number in the contact list, and pressed the green Call button, and waited for it to ring. “Buffy?” He asked when she picked up, then smiled at her familiar voice.

“No, it’s Sam.” He listened for a moment, and then continued, “Yeah, we’re almost there. Dean said we’re about two miles out but that he wants to get a hotel room first.” He listened to her reply, “I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” He said, glancing at Dean, who nodded in confirmation. He handed the phone back to his brother and sat back.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Sam grunted in thanks as Dean handed him a hot cup of coffee. He’d been up late the night before talking to Willow and had slept through most of the day as it was now just getting dark.

He’d been surprised to hear that Buffy had finally called Dean the day before, but not at all surprised when Dean had gotten onto the highway that lead to Sunnydale. He knew his brother had been worried about Buffy, had seen him glance at his cell a bunch of times, or snap it shut, growling in frustration when he got her voicemail. He’d been concerned too, but he at least had Willow to talk to and e-mail him about all the happenings on in the week they’d been gone, including a very strange story about the swim team. She’d been pleased when he’d told her the night before that he and Dean were on their way back.

He tuned back into his brother’s conversation, sipping his coffee slowly so he didn’t burn his tongue on the hot liquid.

“Yeah, I’m going to get a hotel room for Sam and me, and then I’ll meet you at the cemetery.” He frowned at her reply, “No, it’s fine Buffy, I slept earlier, Sam can hold down the fort for a little while till I get back.”

In truth, Dean was eager to see her again, to reassure himself that her message hadn’t meant something bad, and that she was in fact okay and in one piece. He wasn’t about to admit it to her though, nor the fact that he actually hadn’t slept but had driven most of the night, stopping only once on the side of an abandoned road to get an hour or two of rest before going again. He also had a feeling that he wouldn’t be able to sleep until he had seen her, another thing he wasn’t about to say.

After making plans to meet up in one of the cemeteries near the hotel that he would be getting a room at, he disconnected. He still didn’t know why she’d called him, why she’d said she needed him, her message hadn’t explained. But Sam had mentioned some kind of discovery the town’s people had unearthed, that he and Willow had been researching. He really didn’t care about this giant rock, he just wanted to get to Sunnydale, and see her again. Anything else could wait as far as he was concerned.

A few minutes later they pulled into the parking space outside the room number 6. Dean had gone in to charm the young receptionist, not only getting a decent low rate, but her number as well.

The boys unloaded their belongings from the Impala in silence; both had other things on their minds. Dean tossed his bag on one of the two beds, and then rummaged through it for a change of clothes. Sam headed straight for the bathroom since he knew his older brother would want a shower first thing before going to find Buffy, which would give him time to do more research. He stopped to put his own bag on the other bed, toeing off his shoes and draping his jacket on the bed.