Family (BtVS/SPN)
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skylar0graceTitle: Family.
Author: SkylarGrace.
Status: Complete.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: History often repeats itself.
Spoilers: All of ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ and ‘Supernatural’.
Disclaimer: ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. No infringement intended. ‘Supernatural’ and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. No infringement intended.
Notes: Response to a challenge set by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lightthesparks .
Dawn paced the room anxiously as she glanced occasionally at the clock on the wall. The bright red hands moved painfully slow and the fluorescent clock face was making her feel sick. She walked over to the window and glanced outside once more only to turn around in disappointment.
She began pacing the room and when she looked at the clock once more, the fluorescent face seemed to come to life and the printed flames seemed to leap off. Dawn quickly ran toward the bathroom and threw up, the acid burning her throat and tears leaking from her eyes. Dawn crumpled to the floor and placed her head on her knees as sobs wracked her body, reprieve from the grief nowhere in sight.
Strong arms wound their way around her body and Dawn didn’t even need to look up to know who it was. The smell of leather and gunpowder was all too familiar and she fisted his shirt as her body shook. She allowed herself another thirty seconds before sniffing and pulling back to look her brother-in-law in the face.
The devastation was obvious and she stood shakily from the bathroom floor. They walked into the lounge room and he sat beside her on the couch, silent questions filling the room. Dawn drew a deep breath.
“She was ready,” Dawn told him, “She didn’t let Johnny out of her sight all day and she sat by the cot to watch over him.”
~
Dawn woke up suddenly to the sounds of fighting. She leapt out of bed and as she rounded the corner into her nephew’s room, she saw Buffy fighting with a man in a trench coat. His back was to her, but she saw the man’s hand fling out toward her and she was suddenly pinned to the wall in the hallway. Dawn struggled but she couldn’t move and she watched with horror as her sister dodged the feigned blow and was caught by the demon’s hand. He held her by her throat and lifted her from the floor, her toes dangling as she tried to find solid ground.
He whispered something to her and she looked back to her crying son in his cot. A tear slipped down her face before she locked eyes with Dawn, silently begging her to remember her promise to protect her nephew. Dawn heard screaming and it took her a second to realise it was coming from her. She watched as Buffy was flung against the wall and a deep bloody cut appeared across her stomach, staining her light blue blouse. Her body slid up the wall and out of Dawn’s view as the man turned around.
The first thing she noticed were his yellow eyes, blazing at her and looking nothing but evil as he walked towards her. He smiled and drew in a deep breath before he raised his eyebrow at her.
“You’ve got a lot of power, but I’m afraid I’m gonna need a head start, so why don’t you sit a spell, huh?”
He disappeared around the corner, slightly limping, and Dawn felt herself being released. She ran straight for the room, looking up at the ceiling and knowing what she’d find. Her sister’s name silently escaped her lips as she looked at the paralysed form of her sister on the ceiling. There was a burst of light and her body began to be swallowed by the flames.
Dawn quickly grabbed her nephew and the emergency bag that Buffy had packed for him the night before and ran out of the room. Her own bag was waiting by the front door and Dawn grabbed the car keys with the knowledge that everything else she’d need was already waiting in the car.
~
Dawn looked over at Dean and saw the tear tracing a path down his wet cheeks.
“I checked him over. I don’t know how she did it, but she stopped him from putting any blood in Johnny’s mouth.”
Dean nodded and stood and Dawn reached out a hand to stop him.
“I’m really sorry. If I hadn’t fallen asleep, maybe...”
She was pulled to her feet and encompassed in a hug from Dean as he kissed the top of her smoky head.
“There was nothing you could have done. You got Johnny out and that’s all she asked you to do.”
“But--”
Dean cut her off. “No! I’m the one who should have been there! It was stupid of me to think that Yellow-Eyes wouldn’t know about you guys and come after you. I thought if I hid you guys then you’d be safe…”
Dean pulled back and looked toward the bedroom of the motel room. He looked back toward her and she nodded, watching as he entered silently to see the sleeping form of his six-month-old son. He reached out a hand and placed it lightly on Johnny’s stomach before he picked him up and cradled him against his chest, just as he’d done the day his son was born.
He looked back to Dawn and she nodded. She packed up the rest of their belongings and walked with her brother-in-law out to the carpark to the waiting Impala. He stood next to the older car as she quickly pulled the car seat and bags from Buffy’s 4WD and watched as he carefully placed his still sleeping son in the Impala. Dean looked back at the 4WD.
“We can’t take it with us.”
Dawn nodded. “Someone from the Council will pick it up in the morning. I called Giles about the house and he’s already sent someone over to sort out the details with the fire brigade and police. He just wants you to call him when we get settled.”
She watched him nod distractedly as he put their bags in the boot and as he closed the lid with as quiet a thump as possible, Dawn wondered if they’d ever be settled. Dean Winchester was a Hunter and while the Slayers had the luxury of being able to spread out and stay in one spot, Hunters had the tougher job of covering all of the little towns that slipped through the cracks. They made sure everyone else was safe and it was because of that that Hunters and Slayers rarely crossed paths.
It was going to be hard to settle Dean down when he knew the things that were out there and that people needed help but she also knew that Dean didn’t want to raise his son on the road. Until he’d met Buffy, it hadn’t even been something he considered but from the moment he fell in love with her sister, a family became a possibility. He didn’t want to make the same mistakes his father had.
Dawn climbed into the Impala and they drove in silence as the dark night wound around them.
Author: SkylarGrace.
Status: Complete.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: History often repeats itself.
Spoilers: All of ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ and ‘Supernatural’.
Disclaimer: ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. No infringement intended. ‘Supernatural’ and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. No infringement intended.
Notes: Response to a challenge set by
lightthesparks .Dawn paced the room anxiously as she glanced occasionally at the clock on the wall. The bright red hands moved painfully slow and the fluorescent clock face was making her feel sick. She walked over to the window and glanced outside once more only to turn around in disappointment.
She began pacing the room and when she looked at the clock once more, the fluorescent face seemed to come to life and the printed flames seemed to leap off. Dawn quickly ran toward the bathroom and threw up, the acid burning her throat and tears leaking from her eyes. Dawn crumpled to the floor and placed her head on her knees as sobs wracked her body, reprieve from the grief nowhere in sight.
Strong arms wound their way around her body and Dawn didn’t even need to look up to know who it was. The smell of leather and gunpowder was all too familiar and she fisted his shirt as her body shook. She allowed herself another thirty seconds before sniffing and pulling back to look her brother-in-law in the face.
The devastation was obvious and she stood shakily from the bathroom floor. They walked into the lounge room and he sat beside her on the couch, silent questions filling the room. Dawn drew a deep breath.
“She was ready,” Dawn told him, “She didn’t let Johnny out of her sight all day and she sat by the cot to watch over him.”
~
Dawn woke up suddenly to the sounds of fighting. She leapt out of bed and as she rounded the corner into her nephew’s room, she saw Buffy fighting with a man in a trench coat. His back was to her, but she saw the man’s hand fling out toward her and she was suddenly pinned to the wall in the hallway. Dawn struggled but she couldn’t move and she watched with horror as her sister dodged the feigned blow and was caught by the demon’s hand. He held her by her throat and lifted her from the floor, her toes dangling as she tried to find solid ground.
He whispered something to her and she looked back to her crying son in his cot. A tear slipped down her face before she locked eyes with Dawn, silently begging her to remember her promise to protect her nephew. Dawn heard screaming and it took her a second to realise it was coming from her. She watched as Buffy was flung against the wall and a deep bloody cut appeared across her stomach, staining her light blue blouse. Her body slid up the wall and out of Dawn’s view as the man turned around.
The first thing she noticed were his yellow eyes, blazing at her and looking nothing but evil as he walked towards her. He smiled and drew in a deep breath before he raised his eyebrow at her.
“You’ve got a lot of power, but I’m afraid I’m gonna need a head start, so why don’t you sit a spell, huh?”
He disappeared around the corner, slightly limping, and Dawn felt herself being released. She ran straight for the room, looking up at the ceiling and knowing what she’d find. Her sister’s name silently escaped her lips as she looked at the paralysed form of her sister on the ceiling. There was a burst of light and her body began to be swallowed by the flames.
Dawn quickly grabbed her nephew and the emergency bag that Buffy had packed for him the night before and ran out of the room. Her own bag was waiting by the front door and Dawn grabbed the car keys with the knowledge that everything else she’d need was already waiting in the car.
~
Dawn looked over at Dean and saw the tear tracing a path down his wet cheeks.
“I checked him over. I don’t know how she did it, but she stopped him from putting any blood in Johnny’s mouth.”
Dean nodded and stood and Dawn reached out a hand to stop him.
“I’m really sorry. If I hadn’t fallen asleep, maybe...”
She was pulled to her feet and encompassed in a hug from Dean as he kissed the top of her smoky head.
“There was nothing you could have done. You got Johnny out and that’s all she asked you to do.”
“But--”
Dean cut her off. “No! I’m the one who should have been there! It was stupid of me to think that Yellow-Eyes wouldn’t know about you guys and come after you. I thought if I hid you guys then you’d be safe…”
Dean pulled back and looked toward the bedroom of the motel room. He looked back toward her and she nodded, watching as he entered silently to see the sleeping form of his six-month-old son. He reached out a hand and placed it lightly on Johnny’s stomach before he picked him up and cradled him against his chest, just as he’d done the day his son was born.
He looked back to Dawn and she nodded. She packed up the rest of their belongings and walked with her brother-in-law out to the carpark to the waiting Impala. He stood next to the older car as she quickly pulled the car seat and bags from Buffy’s 4WD and watched as he carefully placed his still sleeping son in the Impala. Dean looked back at the 4WD.
“We can’t take it with us.”
Dawn nodded. “Someone from the Council will pick it up in the morning. I called Giles about the house and he’s already sent someone over to sort out the details with the fire brigade and police. He just wants you to call him when we get settled.”
She watched him nod distractedly as he put their bags in the boot and as he closed the lid with as quiet a thump as possible, Dawn wondered if they’d ever be settled. Dean Winchester was a Hunter and while the Slayers had the luxury of being able to spread out and stay in one spot, Hunters had the tougher job of covering all of the little towns that slipped through the cracks. They made sure everyone else was safe and it was because of that that Hunters and Slayers rarely crossed paths.
It was going to be hard to settle Dean down when he knew the things that were out there and that people needed help but she also knew that Dean didn’t want to raise his son on the road. Until he’d met Buffy, it hadn’t even been something he considered but from the moment he fell in love with her sister, a family became a possibility. He didn’t want to make the same mistakes his father had.
Dawn climbed into the Impala and they drove in silence as the dark night wound around them.
