A/N: Credit goes to Immortalwizardelffan for the idea of using Angel's mansion. It will be in increasing use during the next story.

Sam was nervous as he walked down the street. It was time to spring the trap that would set off their plans for the Jekfoontar clan. He knew Meg was still following him. He only hoped that he was irresistible bait for her as he seemed to be alone.

Meg grabbed Sam by the back of the jacket and knocked him cold. He was so stupid to have left the safety of his family and go walking down the street where she could get at him. This was going to be such fun, she gloated as she bent to pick him up. She was shocked as a length of chain wrapped itself around her and dragged her away from Sam. Each end was held by a slayer and they dragged her out of the alley where she had ambushed Sam and out into the street. They made no attempt to disguise what they were doing as they loaded her into John's truck. It wasn't the first time one of the Winchesters had played bait for a trap but John and Dean were more nervous than usual, considering who they were dealing with. So, in their usual fashion, they'd over compensated with overwhelming force. All three male Winchesters, both Slayers, both Watchers, Spike and Xander all had a part in the trap. It wasn't until Dean had a pistol loaded with blessed bullets to Meg's head, and the Slayers and Watchers had tied her down with the chains made to hold a vampire that John started to relax. He wouldn't be totally at ease until the entire operation was over, but the initial steps were proceeding according to plan, up to and including the clan witnesses to Meg's capture. Sam was loaded into Xander's car by Spike and Xander. They tried to make a very obvious convoy up to the mansion that Angel had said that they could use any time they wished. He watched in his rearview mirror as two of the clan witnesses took off towards the area where they had determined the clan was gathering. The other witness, one that John had a feeling was Meg's brother or something, the other clan heir at any rate, was following them. Good, he thought, take the nice bait. We're taking her off to torture her for information and you need to attack us now, you dipshit. He grinned as he saw the angry look on the demon's face before Xander's car cut off his view. That was just what they needed.

As they pulled their vehicles into the mansions' garage, Tara set the final ward. The wards were very carefully constructed to look like they were weak and unrefined, as though they were put together by a novice. Instead they would funnel any attack into a single entry, giving the defenders a single point to defend, and hopefully drawing out the length of the attack. As they dragged Meg spitting and screeching into the large entry room of the mansion, they saw that Elizabeth had all of the preparations for the spell they would use to travel to the clan's stronghold ready. Faith and Buffy silently chained Meg to the wall, ironically in the same place that Angel had once pretended to chain up Buffy. John and Dean carried Sam in and placed him on the couch. All was now set for the final distraction.

"Is he ok?" Dawn asked as she watched her dad and brother place Sam gently on the couch.

"Oh, yeah, Dawn Patrol, don't you worry none. Sammy's got a head like a rock. That bitch didn't do any permanent damage." Dean tried to reassure her. Dawn's eyes blazed as she looked at Meg.

"Oh spare me little girl." Meg taunted. "You don't look like you'd even make a decent pet, so don't try to pull off looking threatening. You're just too sweet to pull that off."

Dawn smiled her ear to ear grin, the one that John and a few of the others knew that she had inherited from her mother. And like Buffy, Dawn was at her most dangerous when she smiled. "Oh shit!" John breathed. Unlike the others he knew what that look meant and hoped that no one had given her any weapons yet. Not that he really was worried about the demon; it was just that he hated how bouncy Dawn got after killing something.

"Dad?" Dean asked, wondering what he was worried about, then he saw Dawn pull out the shotgun he and John had been drilling Dawn with for the past few days. He didn't know why his dad was worried, it wasn't like she could kill the bitch, and any damage she did was fine with him. Dawn walked over to Meg and looked her right in the face as she pulled the trigger, putting two shotgun shells of consecrated iron buckshot right into her knees, shattering the kneecaps and embedding the iron right into the joints. Then she bounced right over to her dad still grinning.

"NO!" John said sternly. "You may not have sugar!" Dawn pouted and turned to Buffy, who was starting to catch on. Dawn was her daughter, and she was also physically fourteen, almost fifteen. That was very close to the age when potential slayers became slayers. Dawn must have inherited more than just a little better than average hand to eye coordination from her.

"You can have some pizza Dawn. But your dad's right, sugar is not what you need right now. What you need is high energy foods, like burgers or fried stuff, not empty calories from sugar." Buffy took the shotgun away from Dawn and sent her off to where they had set up a food buffet on the other side of the room. "She likes to kill stuff doesn't she?" She asked John.

He nodded. "When she chopped the heads off those hellhounds she told me we needed marshmallows to go with the bonfire we had to burn the carcasses."

"It looks like she inherited some of my slayer appetites. Hopefully she won't get the entire package." Buffy said glumly.

"The other child did not, although he was a warrior of very high prowess. Most likely Dawn, like him, has inherited superior hand to eye coordination, a natural aptitude for weaponry, a love for defeating evil, and increased physical stamina." Giles offered, watching Dawn closely.

Sam had woken up in time to hear this discussion. "It'll be different for her because she's a girl." He said, rubbing the spot where Meg had hit him. He stood up and stretched. Dawn was eating something that Joyce had made for her and John and Buffy were talking quietly about the newest revelation about their daughter. Dean had already checked him out so he was busy with Faith, Spike and Xander getting their weapons ready. Willow, Tara, and Elizabeth were fiddling with their magical supplies. Giles and Wesley were deep in discussion, probably also about Dawn. It was the perfect time to confront Meg.

Meg watched as he calmly walked over to her. "You are so pathetic, Sam. I don't know why you are supposed to be such a warrior. You can't even hunt on your own. I can't believe you killed a monster in the closet as a child." She said not bothering to lower her voice.

"Well now, why would that surprise you?" Dean asked as he slung his arm around his brother. "Sam may not be all that enthusiastic, but that doesn't mean he's incompetent."

"His first kill," she scoffed, "As if it were possible for a child to defeat one of them."

By this time the conversation, such as it was, had garnered everyone's attention. "Oh, you think that Sam couldn't shoot a gun when he was a kid." Dean said with a grin. "I remember that one." He turned to Sam, who had made a disgusted face. "I still say that was a great shot."

"You did good Sammy." John said. He'd been very proud that his son had been able to kill the closet monster that was after him.

"Dad, you gave me a .45 when I was nine and told me to kill whatever came out of the closet." Sam tried to get his father to realize why that bothered him.

"Well, it wasn't like I didn't try other options first." John said exasperated, hands on his hips.

"You did?" Sam asked. All he remembered was being scared of the monster and the night his father had given him the gun.

"Dean slept in your bed for a week, Sammy, and I spent the nights in a chair right outside the door. The only reason I gave you the gun was because the closet monster wouldn't go for Dean, he was too old at thirteen. It was just too bad he'd discovered girls by then or he could have killed it. Dean and I both spent that night right outside the door waiting. If you hadn't been able to shoot the damned thing we'd have been right there to do it for you." John shook his head surprised that Sam hadn't remembered that they'd tried to do all they could. "Dean had his ear glued to the door for hours and was opening the door before you took the shot." What he didn't say was that he'd had his ear to the door as well and that the only reason Dean had gotten to the door knob first was that he was shorter than John.

"I guess I was too scared to remember." Sam admitted, the memory returning now that he was reminded. "All I could remember about that night was holding the gun and Dean taking it away from me before I could drop it."

"The first time is always the hardest." John said, patting Sam on the shoulder.

"Oh, please, this is making me sick!" Meg said, doing her best keep her mind off the pain in her legs. "If you really were all that great a hunter you'd have been able to save your girlfriend and your child." She spat the words into Sam's face. As Sam fell back in shock, Dean lunged at Meg, holding one hand to her face and placing the other on the chains that held her to the wall. "Gonna have some fun sweetie?" Meg taunted. Then he set his power free. Dean pulled all of the torment felt by all who had worn the chains and pushed it into Meg's mind.

"Yeah, I am. Sam wasn't home when your clan came you bitch." He said as she screamed. There was no remorse in him at all for his actions; not after what she had just done to his baby brother. The only thing he regretted was that he couldn't make it last longer. Sam pushed him aside and held up a knife so that Meg could see it. Too late she saw what Sam's natural good nature had hidden from her, the hatred and pain driven rage that was her clan's gift to him. Held frozen by her miscalculation, she stared into his eyes as he cut her across the belly, just as Mary and Jessica had been. She screamed from the pain; the knife had been blessed, and so had the salt that Sam rubbed into the wound. He stepped back and let his father take his place in front of her.

"You know you really shouldn't have pissed off my boys. You might have made it through to your death without us torturing you. Well, no that isn't true, we were going to torture you, but we wouldn't have made it this bad." He said and he poured gasoline all over her. Lighting a match he set her on fire and walked away, while the Scoobies watched with horrified eyes.

"Uh, John, was that really necessary?" Buffy asked quietly. She normally didn't go in for torturing demons just for saying something rude.

It was Sam who answered her. "Buffy, Jessica couldn't have been more than a few weeks along at most. I didn't even know she was pregnant." The new knowledge only made the pain worse. Dean or Deana, he thought had deserved to live just as much as his or her mother.

With that both of the Slayers turned back to Meg, "Damn, you didn't leave anything for us to do!" was Faith's disgusted comment. Buffy just glared at the burning demon.

Dean patted Faith on the shoulder. "Don't worry, you have something to do. You need to keep these bastards off our backs while we go and take out their clan link."

"You will have no worries on that matter." Wesley said confidently. Everyone else nodded as well. Just then the first strike occurred against Tara's shields.

"It's time!" She said and she hurriedly gathered up her supplies. Quickly John, Buffy, Dean, Sam, and Dawn all gathered in a small huddle in the midst of an elaborate diagram Elizabeth had drawn on the floor. Dawn held out her hand and Tara made a small cut on her finger. She collected five drops of blood from Dawn's finger, one for each of the team that was being sent to Cleveland and the Jekfoontar clan's stronghold. Then while the fighters went to their places to make their stand, Elizabeth, Willow, and Tara chanted the spell that was powered by Dawn's blood and the power of the Key. There was a swirling of colors and a tearing sound as the Key tore a hole in the fabric of the very air and they disappeared.

Only to reappear in the clan's throne room. "You're up Dawn." John said as he took his first look around. All four of them were already standing in a protective circle around Dawn, so she immediately dropped to the floor. Elizabeth had drilled what she had to do next so often that it was now as simple as breathing. First she touched the Key and drew out a tiny, tiny, tiny portion and drew it into her hands. Then she whispered the tracking spell. The ball of light shot forward and Sam grabbed her up as they started to follow. With Dawn at the center, they jogged as silently as they could down the hall and through a door that led to a staircase. John didn't know whether or not he hoped they would meet up with any of the clan members. He wanted to kill the one who had killed the members of his family, but at the same time he didn't want to risk his family to a bunch of demons who couldn't yet be killed when they were so close to destroying them. The choice was taken out of his hands at the bottom of the staircase.

Buffy stopped them with an upraised hand at the door at the bottom. "There's a guard waiting outside the door." She whispered into John's ear.

"Grab the guard when I open the door." He whispered back. She nodded and within seconds had the guard on the inside of the door and on the floor with his throat ripped out. Dawn stood watch at the door while the others chopped up the demon and put the pieces in the plastic bags that they had brought with them. Then they followed the light out into the basement level of the mansion. It was decorated like an ancient castle dungeon, with torches and the occasional instrument of torture. At one end of the basement stood two guards in front of a large door.

"Indiana Jones, I presume?" Buffy asked sarcastically. Dawn tried her best not to giggle, while Dean gave Buffy a large smirk. The theme was a bit much.

"Buffy, you take the one on the right. I'll take the one on the left. Sam, you and Dawn guard Dean and get him in there. Dean, once you're in there, destroy that damn thing as quick as you can. And pray to God it works."

"Amen." They all whispered. Buffy was pleased that the demon John had given her was the bigger of the two. While he was shooting the somewhat littler demon, she was beating the other one as hard as she could. She had needed something to beat on ever since she had heard about Sam's baby being deliberately murdered.

With the guards occupied; Dawn, Dean and Sam slipped into the treasure vault. There was a vast array of treasure from all over the world. "Damn! I hoped that it would be a little more obvious." Dean swore. "Dawn, you take the left, Sam you take the right, if either of you find a statue of any kind bring it to me." Dean started down the middle, skimming his hands over everything in reach. He had his shields lowered just enough to sense whether or not something was seriously magical or not. Dawn and Sam had each brought three statues to Dean before he found it. It was such a little thing, it surprised him. It was a small statuette about ten inches tall and that was about the only thing Dean could have told anyone about it. It seemed to be moving, shifting its surface, but either it was doing it too fast or slow for the eye to see or it was just an illusion created by the magic he could feel pouring off of it. "How the hell do I break this thing?" He asked himself picking it up, but as soon as he touched it, the statuette began to melt and break into smaller and smaller pieces. "OH GROSS!" He yelled trying to fling the oozing remains off of his hands.

"Dean, did you find it?" Dawn yelled.

"Yeah, I did and it's goop now!" He yelled back trying to wipe his hands off on the treasure around him. Just then the door to the vault opened up and John came in carrying Buffy. Dean and Sam went to the door to guard it, thinking that Buffy had been hurt, while Dawn went directly to her parents. When Dawn put her hand on her mother's back, Buffy lifted her head out from John's neck.

"Ewww, Ewww, Ewww! That's not supposed to happen unless you're cutting them up! That is sooo gross!" Buffy went back to clinging to John.

John chuckled at Dawn's expression. "They fell apart, Dawn. Boys, one of you hold Dawn and the other call for our pick up." Dean and Sam walked back over to where John and Dawn were standing, an utterly disgusted look on both of their faces. Sam picked up Dawn and held her as Dean made the phone call. "I guess now we know why they said that statue held the clan together." John said with a smirk

"DAD!" came from three different voices. Buffy just smacked John on the shoulder for the pun.