Dawn Winchester?
Summary: Dawn isn't a magical clone, she's Buffy's daughter and John's
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it ain't mine
A/N: Here is a short John and Dawn chapter so you know what's up with them while the excitement is happening in Sunnydale
His daughter was insane. That's all there was too it, John decided. There wasn't a single reason to believe otherwise. He had shot all six of the hellhounds and Dawn had jumped gleefully in to decapitate the bodies. She was acting worse than Dean had after his fourth birthday party when John had accidentally given him double the amount of sugar he normally would have had. Mary had come close to killing him over that one. She was probably laughing her head off at him now. He shook his head. He couldn't believe Dawn was skipping, SKIPPING, as she threw the heads onto the bonfire John had lit. Dawn's smile lit up the night brighter than the fire and spread from ear to ear. He couldn't help but smile back at her. It was almost like John had given her everything she had ever asked for and then some. If that was the case, John mused, she'd fit in with the boys well, even if it was the scariest thing he'd ever seen.
Dawn planted herself in front of her father and grabbed a paw of the hellhound body he was dragging over to the fire. "We need marshmellows." she said. John couldn't believe his ears. He simply shook his head at her and tossed the last hellhound into the fire. He didn't think it was possible for him to survive this child. He had a sudden thought of giving custody to Sammy and snickered as he sat down to watch the fire burn. "Where are we going next?" Dawn asked, throwing herself on the ground next to John. "Is it home? Or are we going hunting something else? Where is home? Is there anyone else there? Do I have grandparents or anything?"
"Do you ever run out of questions?" John asked. He knew the question was rhetorical, Sammy had been the same way and the answer was a resounding NO. "We're heading east. I'm homeschooling you until Glory is dealt with. I talked to Pastor Jim's wife and she's going to give me a packet for your school stuff. She says that most of what you need for the regular schooling can be done in 20 minutes a day. You can spend the rest of the time on the important stuff that is going to keep you alive. You'll be learning latin at the very least. Basic wards, gun maintenance and target practice, knife throwing, basic self defense, and whatever else I can teach you. Education is important; so is keeping a low profile. Just because your mom and brothers will take out Glory, doesn't mean you aren't a target. Whether you like it or not, with that Key in you, you'll spend the rest of your life neck deep in this crap.
"Home is Lawrence, Kansas. We don't have a house there any more, just a P.O. Box, but it is where your brothers were born. As for other family, before you came along, it was just me and the boys. I'm looking forward to meeting your mom and the rest of her family." John smiled. If Buffy was anything like Dawn, she was going to be a hurricane to know. He took a throwing knife out of a sheath on his belt, and a sharpening stone. "We might as well start with how to sharpen your knives. Weapons maintenance is important, because if your weapons don't work because you haven't taken care of them, it is your fault you're dead."
John pulled her over to sit between his legs so he could show Dawn how to hold the knife and stone in the proper position. They spent several hours like that; with John answering Dawn's questions as patiently as he could, while mentally apologizing to his youngest son for having gotten aggravated over his questions. Dawn was worse, without a doubt, when it came to questions. She was also more enthusiastic about hunting than Dean had ever been, had far less discipline than either, and had Dean's smart mouth to boot. He was never going to survive.
