Chapter 11 We Chosen Few
Connor accepted the glass of water from Sam taking a small sip to relieve the dryness in his throat. Dean was at the small table hunched over a worn journal and he could clearly see the Hunter's agitation as he flipped a pocket knife open and closed systematically.
Sam hid it better, the agitation, the frustration. He didn't look like he was going to jump out of his skin at any second; in fact he looked down right calm. Connor watched him as he settled on the bed his eyes boring intently into the ceiling like it had the answers he was looking for.
Connor wasn't bothered by their behavior; truthfully he was down right used to it. It beat Andrew's habit of singing sci-fi themes and speaking in some show alien language.
Connor closed his eyes letting his wounds throb embracing the pain as his nose twitched.
He jumped up his eyes narrowing as he began to prowl the room and he could feel the Winchester's curious gazes on him. It didn't matter though, something was pricking at his senses, it was like a shadow across his mind, a twisting of his gut.
"What in the hell crawled up your ass?" Dean drawled out irritated at the kid disturbing his exercise at control. He closed the journal and watched as Connor moved across the room back and forth his strides that of a predator. It crept the hell out him but he wasn't about to admit that.
"I don't know," Connor muttered scanning the walls "something itches."
Dean rolled his eyes and smirked at Sam who had stood "Here that Sammy, boy wonder is all itchy, this is your department." He was working off the bases that Connor had been protecting his sister and that was the only reason his gun wasn't drawn, there was something about this teenager that had his fingers itching for the trigger.
Sam ignored him turning his oh so sympathic "I understand" eyes on Connor "What is it?"
Dean couldn't help the gleeful smile that touched his lips in Connor threw Sam a dirty look "If I knew that we wouldn't be talking about it."
For that alone Dean wouldn't shoot the boy, he was damn entertaining.
Connor closed his eyes briefly and when they opened they were filled with determination as he made his way to the door. He threw it open and Dean and Sam followed him outside silently slipping on weapons as they moved falling into a familiar pattern. Dean in the front, Sam watching his back.
Dean saw a flash of dark hair before he found himself pinned to a wall the rock under him hard and cold. He grunted at the impact and acting instinctively snapping his head forward to crack against his assailants following it by driving his shoulder into their gut forcing them back into another wall hard.
He heard the sound of fighting behind him and he blocked it out as pain shot through his leg from a quick and powerful kick. He cursed viciously under his breath and used his falling weight to roll on the ground rising up on his good leg gun drawn and pointed in the face of a dark haired and plainly furious woman.
Just his freaking luck.
He looking over to see Sam with his arms hanging loosely at his sides his face blank as a blade has held at his throat by a freaking blond midget. Dean knew he was tall but growing up with the cranky green giant he had had always felt shorter, still he knew he had a height advantage on most people but the cheerleader wannabe that was threatening his brother looked like she could be a my size Barbie, for a five year old.
She glared at him and Dean kept the brunet in his line of sight his aim steady "I suggest you put down the knife Princess," Dean snarled "before your break a nail or something."
She looked at him in disgust "Great feminist jokes, I take it you're the funny one." She shoot back.
Dean smirked "Big word Blondie."
His little Xena wannabe rolled her eyes "I sort of have a gun pointing in my face so can you cut it with the foreplay B, I know you're desperate but we have more important things."
Dean's smirk widened "I'll put down the gun after you put down the knife."
"I don't think so."
"You both drop them," another female entered the fray her fiery red hair cut just below her shoulders and her voice breathless. Dean saw Connor standing beside her calmly and he looked between the two seeing the familiarity.
"Oh fuck." He muttered grimacing and he lowered the gun holding it loosely at his side. The blond followed suit and Sam stepped away from her rubbing his neck looking more than a little embarrassed under Dean's accessing stare.
"She's really strong." He argued lamely and Dean just snorted turning to Connor.
"So you are the amazons?"
Connor smiled faintly the expression looking pout of place on his face "Willow," he indicated the red head beside him "Faith," the girl that Dean had been all to willing to shoot if that knife had dug in anymore "and Buffy is Dawn's older sister." Of course it would be the vertically challenged blond who was glaring at him like she wanted to use that little knife of hers his way.
Dean smiled brightly "Great, so I'm guessing you ladies have a plan."
Buffy turned to Connor and of course she would be the leader of their freaking miss matched wonder squad. Connor shrugged looking less sheepish than Sam had "The witch Hermione is their little sister, their Hunters."
Dean tucked the gun into the waistband of his jeans and buried his hands in his pockets muttering "Cause we're just telling everyone now, we should advertise it, like on Myspace or something." Seeing all eyes on him Dean smirked "Don't mind me go on with your little monologue, I'll be by the car when you're done with the whole mushy moment."
Right on cue Sam growled lowly sounding like a suburban housewife that was trying to make a good impression on the neighbors "Dean."
Dean gave him a confident smirk "I'm going to see what we have on stock; I'm figuring the Powder Puff girls already know where we're going."
Buffy almost looked like she was pouting as she muttered "Okay if I hear that one more time I'm dying my hair, I'm not Bubbles."
Faith grinned turning to Sam "He's right, we traced what looks like the demons Connor described to an abandoned warehouse. We were just on our way there when Broody Jr. showed up." She indicated the glaring teenager.
"We'll walk." Willow supplied helpfully when she saw him looking over to Dean by the Impala loading a shotgun. Sam gave her a thankful smile and made his way over to his brother and handed him over a couple of blades slamming the trunk shut. They made their way back to the girls Dean choosing to walk on the edge by Sam.
He could feel Buffy watching him and he wasn't in the mood to deal with her, they had a job to do.
"So why did they take your sister?" Willow asked curiously.
Before Sam could say anything Dean told them the conclusion he had come to "Because its Meg's favorite trick, she's trying to lure our father here." He looked over at Sam seeing the guilt in his eyes and declared firmly "We don't have much time, Dad's going to haul ass to get here."
"But how would he know?" Connor asked.
Guilt colored Sam's features as he admitted "Because I called him."
Hermione leaned against the wall dozing lightly and she stirred eyes blinking open to look at Dawn who had stood her eyes looked on the iron door on the other side of the room. "What is it?" she asked softly rising unsteadily to her feet to stand beside Dawn.
She turned to Hermione smiling faintly shaking her head "Nothing I've just never been trapped this long," her laugh lacked humor "usually by this time someone's rescued me."
Hermione gave her a crooked grin showing some of her bravado "We really don't have to wait for anyone to save us."
Dawn returned her grin "We don't, do we?"
Hermione decided to change the subject "So how did you meet Connor?"
Dawn smiled softly her eyes going dreamy "Funny thing, his father and my sister used to date and when they were working together we ran into each other and he just fit you know," she gave Hermione a wicked smile "but then considering your condition you do know."
Hermione blushed slightly "Ron and I have known each other since we were eleven, everyone saw it but him and then we were together and in the middle of a war and I found out about…" she paused her voice growing softer "Everything I've known I've learned from books, I study hard and I read as much as I can because I've always believed the more you know the safer you are but I'm not safe anymore, a book can't tell me what to do, it can't tell me if I'm making the right decisions."
"What do you mean?" Dawn asked her softly.
"Ron doesn't know I'm pregnant, I honestly don't know how he would feel about it. I know he loves me but he can get hot headed sometimes and he's only seventeen." She gave Dawn a watery smile and this was what the book must have been saying about hormones because she felt out of control like she was falling apart "And I feel guilty because I don't think I can raise a child, I'm too young and I willingly put myself in danger, what do I have to offer?"
Dawn's arms went around her shoulders and her voice was firm as she informed her There are some things you can't learn from books and one of those things is strength and you have, I think you can do this, you should listen to me," Dawn tossed her hair her voice filled with confidence "I know what I'm talking about."
Hermione laughed with her and they leaned on each other. Hermione had never felt like this, a bond was being formed between her and Dawn and it wasn't just being trapped together by demons or Dawn saving the life of her unborn child. She felt like she had meet Dawn sometime before, like she had known her all her life. Hermione's two closest friends were male and this newfound sisterhood was comforting, strange but in a nice way.
She felt Dawn stiffen and she turned to her with concerned eyes "What is it?"
Dawn's eyes were locked on the door and they were filled with disgust and hate "The demon bitch is coming."
"How do you know?"
Dawn's smile was stiff "I grew up around these things, I've picked up on them over the years."
The slight woman with the blond pixie like hair stepped into the room her eyes glittering in amusement her voice cool "Well, well aren't we cozy." She crossed her arms and her eyes flashed in amusement "Sorry about the accommodations, don't worry its temporary."
Dawn's voice was snide "Cut the bonding crap, you're a demon; we're not going to braid each other's hair. I already put up with the sweet act from someone with a lot better fashion since then you; she was kinda insane but on the whole a lot smarter."
"You're cute," the demon grinned "I'm going to have fun playing with you." She turned to Hermione "Daddy should be on his way, we don't have long to wait now before your devoted family rushed to the rescue," she paused taking obvious delight "and I am going to slaughter them."
Dawn rolled her eyes crossing her arms and taking a step to the blond angling her body in front of Hermione "God, you evil types really like to chat incessantly, what, does it say in the big bad handbook must bore to death with bragging?"
Meg smiled coldly "It really does run in the family, the whole protecting others thing."
"Yeah, well I'll take that as a compliment, my older sister would be proud."
Meg smirked her eyes lighting up "Oh my god you really don't know, it's kind of ironic," she looked between Hermione and Dawn "that wasn't talking about that family. Well, you'll find out soon enough, I gotta go, Winchesters to kill.
Three teenage boys appeared out of thin air by the warehouse and the one with darker hair stuffed a shimmery cloak in the duffle bag he carried. He stepped forward followed by the blond and the red head and their eyes locked on the building.
Draco Malfoy's nose crinkled as he took in the smell and his mouth rose in a familiar sneer. He was in muggle clothes and why the material was expensive it was far from his normal attire. He looked over at Weasely who seemed to fit in perfectly in the surroundings and Harry whose eyes were already scanning the area around them.
It was strange company he was keeping now, two thirds of the Golden Trio, the Weasel and infamous Harry Potter and while it pained him to say both of them were friends. He couldn't stand Ron and knew the red head felt the same but when it came down to it they had fought side by side only a few curses going astray.
Harry was another matter entirely, when he had refused his friendship that first year he had vowed to destroy the Boy-Who-Lived, he had resented Potter for years for being so damn good and loved without even trying.
The second time Draco had asked for Harry's friendship he had dropped his Malfoy persona and Harry had accepted. It was a delicate balance the three had struck since Granger had disappeared. He didn't know how he would face her, it disgusted him how forgiving the Gryffindors could be but he was thankful for it.
Draco Malfoy was a part of this war and he knew he was on the winning side.
Coldness swept over them and Draco shivered "Dementors." He raised his wand and Ron and Harry did the same.
What do you reckon our chances of not running into any Death Eaters are?" asked Ron the amusement twisted by the adrenaline rush.
Harry grimaced and Draco smirked "Non existent."
Harry sighed "Let's go." And they followed because while Draco resented it for now he would follow, he knew the part Harry had to play in the war as well I his own, if Harry wanted to lead and be the first to get hit Draco would make sure he was protected, he might be consorting with Gryffindors but he was still a self serving Slytherin.
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