Her home had once again become a refuge, not for slayers, but much like the complex she had lived in for about a year. Though here she didn't have to do much of anything. Everyone took care of themselves, there was no orders, no reason to be 'in charge' and no constant fighting or disagreeing. They just lived, and she was back in a setting where she was sort of comfortable. Her own castle, which she new inside and out. Best of all, she had Dean here, and a slew of others she was quickly considering to be friends. This wasn't home, it wasn't where she needed to be, but she was dealing.
Unlike some people, who weren't deal. Buffy had found out early on about Ben, and for a period of five minutes, cured Deans name and plotted a hundred different ways to kill him, or at least make him suffer for not bringing up the fact that he had a kid. Or possibly had a kid. At least he wasn't an actual kid, and more an adult who could take care of himself. Ben reminded Buffy of Dean in a lot of ways. Or maybe it was just the car, which she had often looked at with a sigh until the one she knew had parked itself at her castle.
She had wanted to tell Dean, or she wanted Ben to tell Dean, but that wasn't Buffys place, so she had kept quiet. But like all secrets, the truth had come out, and now Dean knew. The Slayer refused to take blame for this, it wasn't her doing that Dean didn't know. She respected Ben enough not to tell a secret that wasn't hers to tell.
She had found Mopey Pants in the kitchen, and for a miunte or two held a position of her arms crossed, leaning against the doorway, a few strands of blonde hair curling slightly around her face while the rest was pulled back with a single elastic. Every now and then the Winchesters needed a kick in the ass, and apparently it was going to have to be her job to give it. Buffy knew Ben didn't expect anything from Dean, but at the same time he probably wouldn't hate it if this one took the time to talk to him.
Finally, she moved away from the doorway, her arms falling to her side as she headed towards him. "Hiding out in the kitchen?" she asked, a small smile on her face. "You know I once came in here to find a Slayer bound to the fridge with a clown nose on." she said lightly, thinking back to the parties the Slayers sometimes threw here. "This is a strict breakfast or party zone. No moping."