Dawn Winchester?
Summary: Dawn isn't a magic clone, she's Buffy's daughter, and John's
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it ain't mine
Dean Winchester was exhausted. His little (ok, younger) brother had been having nightmares for last three nights straight. The prophetic kind as well as regular type. Dean knew that their lives predisposed them to nightmares, and at least the prophetic type didn't bring the incapacitating pain with them that the visions did, but he just wanted Sam to sleep so he could too. Sam's nightmares had sent them to deal with a vampire nest and two very dangerous hauntings, but if Sam couldn't sleep again tonight (ok, more like this morning, he thought looking at his watch which said 4 am) he was going to scream. There was no way he was up to working and the regular nightmares kept waking Sam up every couple of hours, which in turn woke him up.
"Sammy," he practically begged as he hit the bed next to the door. "Please sleep. I mean it. Don't make me drug you. I will if I have to. I swiped some pills at that last hospital." Sam just shook his head, too tired to argue with his brother. He wasn't surprised to find out Dean had stolen sleeping pills for him, probably had gotten the heavy duty kind to boot. Usually he'd throw a hissy fit over not needing sleeping pills, but right now he was just too tired. Besides, if Dean was actually telling him about the pills instead of just slipping them into his drink or something, he had to be exhausted. Instead he just stumbled over to the table where he had stashed their first aid kit before they left for the haunted factory and searched through it for the pills. After the last three nights, even he'd take the pills if it would stop the regular nightmares. He'd gotten the prophetic kind often enough by now to know that nothing was going to stop them. With the pills in hand and a bottle of water (because there was no way in hell he was going to touch the water from the bathroom sink, bad enough he had to shower there), he booted up his laptop. "Sammyyyyy!" Dean whined.
"Relax Dean. I'm just checking my e-mail and then I'm going to bed. I've already got the pills, and yes, I'm taking them. Too tired not to." he added with a yawn. He took the pills as he got to his e-mail page and then started stripping down, knowing he would be passing out in a matter of minutes. "Hey, Dad sent us something."
"Read it later, Sam! Sleep now!"
Sam laughed and swayed as it turned into a large yawn. He quickly disconected from the net and stumbled over to the bed. Flopping down on it, he was asleep in seconds. The nightmares came, as he knew they would, but distant and vague thanks to the drugs, Jess, the daeva and Dad, and fragments of hundreds of others floating through his mind. It was enough to let him sleep for six hours, a new record, before the prophetic dream started. There was Dad and he was fighting some sort of things, his shotgun blasting small creatures into small fragments. But next to him was a vampire, in full demonic form, swinging a sword; and two witches and a warlock casting spells; and others he couldn't see, all battling a swarm of something like demonic lemmings. Behind Dad he could see a school; the sign said Sunnydale High. The sight alone was enough to send him screaming out of his bed and clear across the room, literally banging into the opposite wall. Dean jumped and fell out of bed, grabbing his gun as he did, looking around for the danger. When he spotted Sam sliding down the wall and nothing dangerous in sight, he sighed. Another dream, at least this time he had gotten enough sleep to be able to deal with whatever the problem would be.
"What is it this time?" Dean asked calmly as he got up and walked over to where Sam sat. He crouched down and put his hand on Sam's shoulder. "Whatever it is, you know we'll take care of it." Dean knew that Sam needed him to treat this calmly and seriously; so he did. Too many times over the last few months Sam had woken up from a nightmare that had sent them to save lives. Too many times had his nighmares come true for Dean to make jokes about it when Sam woke up from one. "You did take the sleeping pills this morning, right? I didn't just dream that?"
"Yeah." Sam said breathlessly. He was still shaking from what he had seen. His Dad, fighting on the hellmouth. "It was Dad, Dean. He was fighting demonic lemmings, I guess. The weird thing was he was fighting with a vampire, two witches and a warlock. There were others there but I couldn't see them. It was too dark. The warlock was tall, about Dad's age and wore glasses. I'm guessing he's Rupert Giles. One of the witches had red hair and was younger than I am, so I think that's Willow Rosenburg. The vampire can't be Angel, he had blond hair not brown. I don't have a clue as to who he is."
"Wait a minute, you got names this time?" Dean looked worriedly at his brother, new things were generally not of the good when it came to Sam's powers.
Sam shook his head. "No, there was this sign behind them. Sunnydale Highschool. That's the location of the hellmouth. The big one that is. I met a girl at Standford. Her name was Cordelia Chase. She grew up there and had just gotten out. She was Jess' little sister's roommate. We ran into a couple of vampires one night, after a long study session at the campus library. I was walking her back to her dorm. She handled it a little too well, you know. No freaking at all. After that we got to talking every once in a while. Rupert Giles is the Watcher to Buffy Summers, the current Vampire Slayer. Willow Rosenburg is a red headed witch who hangs out with the slayer. They're best friends. Cordy dated Willow's best friend from kindergarden on and learned about what goes bump in the night from him. The last Cordy had heard from Sunnydale, Buffy was still alive and kicking supernatural ass all over the town on a nightly basis. Logical deduction, but what I want to know is why Dad was there, and what were those lemming things."
"Doesn't matter." Dean said and got up to start throwing his things back into his pack. "Dad sent us an e-mail, remember? We'll look at it on the way." Sam nodded and joined Dean in throwing their stuff back into the Impala.
They were a few miles down the road and had food and coffee spread on the seat between them when Dean finally asks Sam if he could give him anymore details about the dream. "There was no sound." Sam said. "That's unusual. There is almost always screaming at least, you know? It also wasn't that scary, more confusing, at least until I realized those lemming things were heading for the hellmouth itself."
Dean choked. "You mean the hellmouth is at a high school? I thought you meant the town."
"Nope, directly under the high school library. What's really weird is that Rupert Giles was the high school librarian, and all of the Scooby Gang, as they liked to call themselves, spent more time there than anywhere else. The whole town is being protected by a bunch of high school kids. Well, just out of high school now. The town's police force is a joke, worse than any small town we've ever been to. If there is even the slightest bit of smell of supernatural activity, the police hightail it out of there as fast as they can. They know what goes on, they just turn a blind eye to it because the last mayor was a black mage looking to become a demon. If they paid any attention to it, they usually ended up as the mayor's next sacrifice as an example. As for the dream, the was no urgency either. It seemed almost unreal, soothing almost. Weird, even for my premonitions."
"Huh." Dean popped a metalica tape in and went over the details Sam had given him. "Where is Sunnydale? And who names their kid Buffy anyway?"
"California, a few hours north of LA. As for Buffy's name, I have no idea where that came from."
Dean nodded and went back to his breakfast. He was just glad that they had made it to the resturant before breakfast was over; it had been close. Details, he thought. Three people Sam recognized, or at least had heard enough about to guess at, a battle at a place Sam definately knew about, and no urgency? What the fuck was that about? "Why no get there now feeling?" Sam shrugged. "What freaked you out so bad you ran into a wall screaming? And don't think I'm going to let you live that one down." Dean grinned over at Sam, who retaliated with throwing a wadded up napkin.
"The damn things were going for the hellmouth, Dean. Not just a few of them either, I mean a swarm, practically an army of the things. That's why I called them lemmings. They were just like a tidal wave, man. Do you know why they station a Vampire Slayer on an active hellmouth? Those places have an alarming tendancey to attract let's end the world types. I do not want a front seat for an apocolypes, Dean." Sam frowned at his brother and went back to eating his breakfast.
Dean nodded to himself, yeah, not something he'd want to see either. Fight at, no problem, but getting a front row seat without being able to do anything about it? No way. Lemmings? Weren't they some kind of small rodent? "These lemmings, what did they look like? And what were Dad and the others using to fight?" Sam glared at his brother, an interogation while he was eating was something he did not need. "Ok, ok. yeash! Just trying to figure things out little bro. This sounds like it's going to take some heavy firepower and if we have enough warning we can get a shipment from Caleb. Wait a minute, what if that's it. That's why there is no get your asses there now feeling and no knock you on your ass vision. We need the time to get the proper weapons there. The first dream you told me about we had enough time to get there and had a whole day to investigate before what you saw happened." Sam nodded, it did make sense. "You done stuffing your face now?" Dean asked with a smile. If he couldn't rag on Sam about the run into the wall thing he could at least pick on him about the everyday stuff.
Sam sighed and bent over the seat to get his laptop out of the back. If Dean was in a pick on Sammy mood, there wasn't much he could do about it except get to work on the research end of things and ignore him. And that meant starting with Dad's e-mail. When he opened it he couldn't believe what he read, even after reading it through three times. "Ah, Dean. Has Dad ever said anything to you, or have you ever seen him with date?"
"HUH? What are you talking about Sam? You know Dad never goes on dates! Hell, he never even picked up girls in bars for a one nighter! He flirts alot but it never goes beyond that." Dean stared at Sam, glancing back and forth between him and the highway. The idea that their father, who could give monks pointers on celabacy, having a date threw him for a loop.
"Well, acording to his e-mail, we now have a little sister named Dawn Summers. She's six months old, and her mother just sent her to Dad. There is a demon named Glory after her, and the demon is in Sunnydale. He wants us to go help Buffy Summers take out Glory."
Dean calmly put his coffee back in the cup holder on the seat beside him and increased his speed. However it had happened, he had a new little sister, and she was in danger. He glanced at Sam and saw the same transformation happening to his little brother that was happening to him. A little Winchester was in danger from a demon, and two battle hardened warriors were rushing to make sure that the demon paid for daring to harm one of their own.
