CHAPTER 7 - Family and Making New Friends
DAWN'S POV
After she was helped into a flannel shirt of Dean's she was propped up into a sitting position and proceeded to gawk at Dean's chest as he removed his shirt.
What is a girl to do?
Total Hottie removing his shirt – for me?
Why? Not that I'm complaining – Goddess please don't think me ungrateful.
It's just that – Holy Guacamole! Look at those abs…all with the ripples and tightness.
His head was pulled through the neck hole of the shirt and I realized that time had gone all slow motion on me. Huh, never had that happen before, okay no since HIM, in high school.
He looked at me then and I realized my mouth was open and the moment I realized I'd been caught my mouth snapped closed and I could feel the blush rise to my cheeks.
He didn't say anything though and I was still clueless as to the striptease.
Then he knelt on the ground next to the bed. Very close. I finally was able to pull my eyes from his face and as my gaze was dropping to my lap they skimmed over his chest and that is when I saw it. Antimony. He really had been marked. It was almost surgical in precision carved just above his heart, it wasn't fresh but this scar would never fade. Neither would hers.
"How old were you?" I asked not sure if he would answer.
"Seventeen," he wasn't looking at my face anymore. His aura flared for a moment and I saw Sammy shift in his chair almost immediately afterwards. Interesting I wonder if they know that they respond to each other in such a way. Buffy, Willow and Xander do it all the time unconsciously. I always assumed it was because of the spell they did to combine their essences, maybe not.
"God, you were so young." I hadn't realized I'd spoken my thought until he replied.
"Hardly. I'd been hunting for years and this was just one of the times it was a little rougher than usual." Hearing his tone I was reminded that age doesn't dictate life experience.
"Sorry I didn't mean any insult. I just thought we were the only ones who started so young. I haven't met any other "haunt hunters" that started so young."
"Watchers begin their training young?" Sammy said from his seat looked intently at the interaction between us. When I turned to look at him I felt Dean's eyes return to my face waiting for an answer.
"No. The original members of the Watchers Council were often from long lines of Watchers and they began their real training in of after College. I am the first fully titled Watcher that is still a student. I was actually referring to my family. We are from Sunnydale -"
"Boca Del Inferno?" Sammy sat up a little straighter. Dean looked confused.
"Got it in one," I said nodding at Sammy.
"Home of the oldest living Slayer and her watcher – the head of the New Watchers Council?" Sammy questioned again. I watched the light bulb click on behind Dean's eyes."
"That'd be the one."
"You grew up on the Mouth of Hell?" Dean asked the question this time.
"Yes."
"It that how you got the position on the Council? Knowing who was in charge?"
"Yes and no."
"Meaning?"
"I earned my position as a Watcher. I speak several Dead and Demon languages, participated in numerous Apocalypse preventions and general foil the big bad procedures. I am fully trained in weapons and their handling as well as proficient in hand to hand. I have a near photo-"
"I was only asking if you had ever met The Slayer or her Watcher."
"Oh. Yes, of course."
"Do you know what happened when the Mouth of Hell was closed?" Sammy leaned forward in his chair.
"Yeah…" I was not sure what they were getting at so I asked, "What is it that you want to know?"
"Did they really appear to her?"
"The First Evil? Yeah it appeared to all of us." Dean sat back on his heels, hands on his thighs.
"You as well?" I nodded.
"Does it really take the form of the dead?" Sammy almost hesitantly asked this.
"Yes. It can also take the form of those how have died and been brought back." My voice was getting lower with each question. The brothers shared a look.
"That happened? With who?"
"My sister died and was brought back. She drowned and was resuscitated. The First appeared to her in the image of herself; The First also used that guise to torment the man that loved her. Just before the final battle The First appeared to Buffy again as herself and -"
"Buffy is the Slayer." Sammy suddenly interrupted.
"Yes."
"You're her sister?" This from Dean.
"Yes."
"Oh, Family, I get it now, The Slayer with Family." Sammy was saying more to himself than anyone else.
"What are you talking about?" Dean asked his brother.
"Dean! The oldest living Slayer has been said to attribute most of her triumph to her 'Family' consisting of some very powerful people only one remaining member of her 'Family' is actually related." They both looked at her and she could see the realization flit across their features before they could stop them. They knew what she was. It was their call what would happen next.
"That's my Family…" I was getting a little nervous until Dean spoke again.
"They need to be informed and we really need to find an answer to our claiming issue, now."
He stood and I couldn't help but gape at him yet again as he walked away to put a new shirt on. The muscles in his back moved so beautifully. Wow-o-Wow I was in trouble. It seems that Sammy noticed because he was smirking, which in turn caused be to blush again. Great!
"You should let them know where you are anyway." Walking back over to me he handed me a cell phone. They both watched as I dialed, I can't believe I hadn't tried to call them yet.
The phone rang four times before it was picked up by the distracted sounding ex-librarian.
"Good afternoon."
"Giles?"
"Goodness Gracious Dawn where have you been we have been calling you repeatedly since nine last night. Are you alright?"
"Calm down Giles. Yesterday was a Tuesday that's all." I saw Sammy look at Dean in confusion because in fact it was a Saturday making yesterday a Friday.
"Good Heavens were you kidnapped? Is this a ransom phone call?" I could then hear a loud "Dawnie!" come from the other end of the line as well. Willow must have heard the ransom part.
"No, Giles I wasn't kidnapped, I am not being held for ransom, I am however in a bit of a bind. A Warlock tried to claim me last night," Rushing on, "he didn't have a chance too and he won't ever again, he has been burned and salted. He didn't finish but he did start, so I need to finish the claim without being claimed – does that make any sense at all? Oh and I met some very nice people who were very helpful and are in the business. They could use the information as well. In fact it may pay you to speak to them they are a little more knowledgeable about the situation that I am. Okay, Giles love you. Hold on."
The boys were looking at me with a combination of amusement, curiosity and in Sammy's case anticipation. I held the phone out to Sammy who smiled brilliantly. I couldn't help but smile back.
"Mr. Giles? It's a pleasure to get a chance to speak with you. My name is Samuel Winchester. Yes, my Father is John. Really? Thank You. No, I haven't begun research yet we only just finished patching Dawn up and decided we needed a game plane and to inform her family. Yes I'm familiar with the Lunacular Codex. No I hadn't thought of searching in there…" Sammy's voice trailed off as he left the room.
"We have created a monster." Dean said smiling.
"Research junkie huh? Where exactly did he go?"
"Oh God, yes. Probably for his lap-" Just as the words were being spoken Sammy returned with a Laptop case slung across his shoulder.
"I think he just made a new friend." I giggled out as I heard the conversations direction.
"I completely agree. Often a text looses something when It is read over the internet. I'd much prefer to read the original."
