FIC: Never Nomal
TITLE: Never Normal
AUTHOR: Demona
SUMMARY: Dawn's attempt at a normal college life doesn't go as planned.
RATING: FR15
NOTES: Set several months before Pre-Season One of Supernatural and after "Chosen" for Buffy.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer and/or Angel the Series, they belong to Fox, the WB/UPN, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of Supernatural belong to Eric Kripke, the CW, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
Written for spn_btvs's weekly challenge:
Challenge #6 - Amnesty
Using Team Wichester's characters
Challenge #3 - Use the following line in a fic: "Don't look at me like that. I'm not the one that touched it!"
Also, written as a Birthday Present for kaylashay81 from her prompt:
Dawn. Sam. Power Failure. Elevator. Stanford. What
happens from there, I'll leave up to you... ;)
Hope you like!!!
*****
With finals starting the following week everyone was starting to cram causing the library to fill up fast as the sun started to set. The students were coming in groups after dinner. Dawn knew she had to hurry if she wanted to get her research done before someone ended up joining her table. She was already considered a freak to the girls in her dorm; she didn’t need the idea spreading further in the college community. She had chosen Stanford because it would allow her an opportunity to be normal, to go to college and get a degree, to get away from the supernatural world of slaying and be a normal kid. Strangely enough it had been Buffy’s idea and Dawn had readily agreed. Too bad normal and Dawn didn’t go well together. She’d tried, honestly tried to fit in, but she wasn’t quite as normal as she’d thought she could be. But she was too stubborn to just give up, and had been toughing it out.
She shook her head out of her mental wanderings and dove back into her research. The burial records had been difficult to obtain, but if Dawn had learned anything from Buffy it was that you could get anything if you played your cards right. The older reference librarian had a soft spot for her since he found out she was fluent in Latin. It had impressed him enough that he knew her name and went out of his way to help her with anything she needed, such as burial records from the last hundred years. Strangely he hadn’t batted an eye. She was doing her final research on Rebecca Coleman, the woman whose spirit she suspected of killing the three Stanford girls, when a large body blocked her light.
Dawn looked up with an annoyed look on her face that she couldn’t stop. It was important that she found the spirit’s bones and destroyed them before another girl was murdered. And unfortunately she couldn’t just explain that to whoever was blocking her light. Her eyes landed on a belt buckle, causing a blush to steal across her cheeks. She quickly looked further up and still a little further before she made it to her face of her Psychology T.A., Sam. He had one hand resting on the back of her chair, the other blocking her in on the table. And the worst part was that he was looking right at her research material.
She cleared her throat and he snapped his eyes off the papers and finally looked at her. “Hey Sam,” Dawn greeted him, putting on a smile and trying to look completely innocent like she was trying to find and destroy an evil spirit.
There was something lurking in his eyes that made her uncomfortable. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but it was there. He blinked and whatever there was a moment before was gone now. “Hey Dawn,” he greeted her, voice soft with that southern accent that he only seemed to let out with her. So maybe she imagined it, but hey she was a college girl and she was allowed to have crazy crushes on the quiet, mysterious, but popular upper-classman T.A.
She was at a loss as to what to say, especially when his eyes darted back to the material on her desk. She fought the urge to turn her work over so he couldn’t keep looking. It would be obvious and rude. “So, whatcha doing?” she forced herself to be cheerful, spinning more in her sear to face him.
The movement did what she’d hoped, and forced Sam to let go of the table and straighten back upright rather than remain in close, almost intimate, proximity. He cleared his throat and stuffed his hands in his pockets. And Dawn tried really hard not to follow the movement, and she succeeded except for a quick look. “Study group for the Psychology final. You coming?” he finally answered, offering her a smile.
She shook her head. “I’m going to catch the next one. I’ve got a few things I need to get done tonight,” she explained. The whole thing was awkward because she needed to get her work done, and yet didn’t want to send Sam Winchester off. Her conscience finally won out as she started to think about the girls that had initially caught her attention. “I really don’t want to be rude, but I…” she trailed off with a quick glance over her shoulder at her work.
Sam quickly nodded but a small frown appeared on his face as he shot one last look at her work. That look had returned to his eyes, but she still couldn’t place it. “I’ll see you around then. Have a good night, Dawn,” he quietly dismissed himself.
She watched him walk off, shoulders slightly hunched over, unassuming and wonderful. She groaned and cursed fairly colorfully in Sumerian before she turned her attention back to her work.
******
The elevator doors were almost closed when a large hand snuck in-between them, forcing them back open. The doors bounced back open to reveal a very concerned Sam Winchester.
“Dawn,” Sam’s quiet, cautious voice finally broke the silence. He shifted from foot to foot, watching her with a wary look.
Dawn looked all the way up at him. At 6’4” Sam was one of the tallest kids on campus. He was taller than Angel and Riley, and he would have towered over Spike. And in the months she’d known him, he’d never used his height to bully her. But he stood in the doorway, worried about something and underneath it all showing signs of being pissed off.
“Sam?” Dawn finally replied, letting her annoyance slip into her tone. She leaned back against the far wall of the elevator, arms crossed over her chest, holding her books close, and waited.
“Where are you headed Dawn?” Sam asked, leaning against one of the doors. The door tried to shut but was blocked. It was only a matter of time before the alarm went off.
“I’m leaving the library, Sam. Are you gonna miss your study session to walk me home?”
“I just wanted to make sure you were going back to your dorm.”
The elevator alarm went off startling them both. Sam pushed himself forward, moving inside and allowing the doors to shut. Dawn finally moved, reaching around Sam to hit the button for the first floor.
“I couldn’t help but notice your research material. What class are you taking that has to do with old burial records?”
“So you were you reading my work? Hello, invasive much? Not that it is any of your business, but I’m doing an extra project for a professor.”
The elevator suddenly groaned to a halt, sending Dawn and Sam scrambling to keep their balance. The elevator bounced around, stuck in the shaft in-between floors of the library. On slightly shaking legs Dawn moved to the control panel.
The power went out, temporary plunging the elevator into total darkness, before the emergency lights came on bathing Dawn and Sam in a red hue. Dawn hit the button for the first floor but nothing happened. She pressed it a couple more times but still nothing.
“Dawn, we’re stuck, pressing the button isn’t going to help,” Sam quietly mentioned. Dawn spun around to turn her glare on Sam. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m not the one that touched it,” Sam told her, voice a little worried.
Dawn didn’t hesitate as she punched him in the arm - hard- and Sam took a couple steps back, throwing his hands up in surrender. “This is all your fault Sam Winchester,” she hissed at him through clenched teeth. “All your fault! If you’d just let me leave we wouldn’t be stuck in this damn elevator.”
“Let you leave? You were planning on hunting down the bones of Rebecca Coleman by yourself,” Sam yelled at her.
Dawn opened her mouth to protest but ultimately snapped it shut, unsure how to respond to his comment. “Excuse me?” Dawn weakly asked. Her pulse quickened as she desperately sought out an excuse that would get her out of this mess.
“You’ve been digging into the deaths of the girls on campus. And now you’ve found Rebecca Coleman’s grave. Tell me that I’m wrong and that you aren’t going to go stop this,” Sam pushed.
Dawn had a weak lie on the tip of her tongue, but the pieces finally clicked together for her. “You’re a hunter?” Dawn couldn’t keep the shock out of her voice.
Sam quickly shook his head and looked down at the floor. “I used to hunt, but I don’t anymore.”
“Jeez Sam, is there anything you don’t know how to do?”
“Plenty. But I’m not going to let you go out alone after a spirit that’s killing the girls on campus.”
“Well what are you gonna do Sam?”
“I’m going to go with you.”
******
AUTHOR: Demona
SUMMARY: Dawn's attempt at a normal college life doesn't go as planned.
RATING: FR15
NOTES: Set several months before Pre-Season One of Supernatural and after "Chosen" for Buffy.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer and/or Angel the Series, they belong to Fox, the WB/UPN, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of Supernatural belong to Eric Kripke, the CW, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
Written for spn_btvs's weekly challenge:
Challenge #6 - Amnesty
Using Team Wichester's characters
Challenge #3 - Use the following line in a fic: "Don't look at me like that. I'm not the one that touched it!"
Also, written as a Birthday Present for kaylashay81 from her prompt:
Dawn. Sam. Power Failure. Elevator. Stanford. What
happens from there, I'll leave up to you... ;)
Hope you like!!!
*****
With finals starting the following week everyone was starting to cram causing the library to fill up fast as the sun started to set. The students were coming in groups after dinner. Dawn knew she had to hurry if she wanted to get her research done before someone ended up joining her table. She was already considered a freak to the girls in her dorm; she didn’t need the idea spreading further in the college community. She had chosen Stanford because it would allow her an opportunity to be normal, to go to college and get a degree, to get away from the supernatural world of slaying and be a normal kid. Strangely enough it had been Buffy’s idea and Dawn had readily agreed. Too bad normal and Dawn didn’t go well together. She’d tried, honestly tried to fit in, but she wasn’t quite as normal as she’d thought she could be. But she was too stubborn to just give up, and had been toughing it out.
She shook her head out of her mental wanderings and dove back into her research. The burial records had been difficult to obtain, but if Dawn had learned anything from Buffy it was that you could get anything if you played your cards right. The older reference librarian had a soft spot for her since he found out she was fluent in Latin. It had impressed him enough that he knew her name and went out of his way to help her with anything she needed, such as burial records from the last hundred years. Strangely he hadn’t batted an eye. She was doing her final research on Rebecca Coleman, the woman whose spirit she suspected of killing the three Stanford girls, when a large body blocked her light.
Dawn looked up with an annoyed look on her face that she couldn’t stop. It was important that she found the spirit’s bones and destroyed them before another girl was murdered. And unfortunately she couldn’t just explain that to whoever was blocking her light. Her eyes landed on a belt buckle, causing a blush to steal across her cheeks. She quickly looked further up and still a little further before she made it to her face of her Psychology T.A., Sam. He had one hand resting on the back of her chair, the other blocking her in on the table. And the worst part was that he was looking right at her research material.
She cleared her throat and he snapped his eyes off the papers and finally looked at her. “Hey Sam,” Dawn greeted him, putting on a smile and trying to look completely innocent like she was trying to find and destroy an evil spirit.
There was something lurking in his eyes that made her uncomfortable. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but it was there. He blinked and whatever there was a moment before was gone now. “Hey Dawn,” he greeted her, voice soft with that southern accent that he only seemed to let out with her. So maybe she imagined it, but hey she was a college girl and she was allowed to have crazy crushes on the quiet, mysterious, but popular upper-classman T.A.
She was at a loss as to what to say, especially when his eyes darted back to the material on her desk. She fought the urge to turn her work over so he couldn’t keep looking. It would be obvious and rude. “So, whatcha doing?” she forced herself to be cheerful, spinning more in her sear to face him.
The movement did what she’d hoped, and forced Sam to let go of the table and straighten back upright rather than remain in close, almost intimate, proximity. He cleared his throat and stuffed his hands in his pockets. And Dawn tried really hard not to follow the movement, and she succeeded except for a quick look. “Study group for the Psychology final. You coming?” he finally answered, offering her a smile.
She shook her head. “I’m going to catch the next one. I’ve got a few things I need to get done tonight,” she explained. The whole thing was awkward because she needed to get her work done, and yet didn’t want to send Sam Winchester off. Her conscience finally won out as she started to think about the girls that had initially caught her attention. “I really don’t want to be rude, but I…” she trailed off with a quick glance over her shoulder at her work.
Sam quickly nodded but a small frown appeared on his face as he shot one last look at her work. That look had returned to his eyes, but she still couldn’t place it. “I’ll see you around then. Have a good night, Dawn,” he quietly dismissed himself.
She watched him walk off, shoulders slightly hunched over, unassuming and wonderful. She groaned and cursed fairly colorfully in Sumerian before she turned her attention back to her work.
******
The elevator doors were almost closed when a large hand snuck in-between them, forcing them back open. The doors bounced back open to reveal a very concerned Sam Winchester.
“Dawn,” Sam’s quiet, cautious voice finally broke the silence. He shifted from foot to foot, watching her with a wary look.
Dawn looked all the way up at him. At 6’4” Sam was one of the tallest kids on campus. He was taller than Angel and Riley, and he would have towered over Spike. And in the months she’d known him, he’d never used his height to bully her. But he stood in the doorway, worried about something and underneath it all showing signs of being pissed off.
“Sam?” Dawn finally replied, letting her annoyance slip into her tone. She leaned back against the far wall of the elevator, arms crossed over her chest, holding her books close, and waited.
“Where are you headed Dawn?” Sam asked, leaning against one of the doors. The door tried to shut but was blocked. It was only a matter of time before the alarm went off.
“I’m leaving the library, Sam. Are you gonna miss your study session to walk me home?”
“I just wanted to make sure you were going back to your dorm.”
The elevator alarm went off startling them both. Sam pushed himself forward, moving inside and allowing the doors to shut. Dawn finally moved, reaching around Sam to hit the button for the first floor.
“I couldn’t help but notice your research material. What class are you taking that has to do with old burial records?”
“So you were you reading my work? Hello, invasive much? Not that it is any of your business, but I’m doing an extra project for a professor.”
The elevator suddenly groaned to a halt, sending Dawn and Sam scrambling to keep their balance. The elevator bounced around, stuck in the shaft in-between floors of the library. On slightly shaking legs Dawn moved to the control panel.
The power went out, temporary plunging the elevator into total darkness, before the emergency lights came on bathing Dawn and Sam in a red hue. Dawn hit the button for the first floor but nothing happened. She pressed it a couple more times but still nothing.
“Dawn, we’re stuck, pressing the button isn’t going to help,” Sam quietly mentioned. Dawn spun around to turn her glare on Sam. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m not the one that touched it,” Sam told her, voice a little worried.
Dawn didn’t hesitate as she punched him in the arm - hard- and Sam took a couple steps back, throwing his hands up in surrender. “This is all your fault Sam Winchester,” she hissed at him through clenched teeth. “All your fault! If you’d just let me leave we wouldn’t be stuck in this damn elevator.”
“Let you leave? You were planning on hunting down the bones of Rebecca Coleman by yourself,” Sam yelled at her.
Dawn opened her mouth to protest but ultimately snapped it shut, unsure how to respond to his comment. “Excuse me?” Dawn weakly asked. Her pulse quickened as she desperately sought out an excuse that would get her out of this mess.
“You’ve been digging into the deaths of the girls on campus. And now you’ve found Rebecca Coleman’s grave. Tell me that I’m wrong and that you aren’t going to go stop this,” Sam pushed.
Dawn had a weak lie on the tip of her tongue, but the pieces finally clicked together for her. “You’re a hunter?” Dawn couldn’t keep the shock out of her voice.
Sam quickly shook his head and looked down at the floor. “I used to hunt, but I don’t anymore.”
“Jeez Sam, is there anything you don’t know how to do?”
“Plenty. But I’m not going to let you go out alone after a spirit that’s killing the girls on campus.”
“Well what are you gonna do Sam?”
“I’m going to go with you.”
******