Council Library, Scotland, Boxing Day
Dawn was studying. Or at least that was what she was telling herself. In reality, she was avoiding everyone and doing some serious research. Classes were over, she'd done the obligatory family thing, and now she just needed to set her mind at ease.
Easier. Maybe. Because if she was really...then she had...and then there could be...
Not that she was telling anyone any of that (assuming she ever completed a sentence, even in her own head), because that way lay lots and lots of badness. And possibly dead Winchesters and Dawn locked in her room for the rest of eternity.
Which would be very, very bad. And illegal and possibly apocalyptic. God, she really should have listened to Giles, way back in the day, and had she really had that thought? And while she was at it, where the hell was the Council's interspecies genetic section? Or maybe she should cross-reference it with prophecies, comma, Key?
Maybe hiding under the bed was a viable option.
Easier. Maybe. Because if she was really...then she had...and then there could be...
Not that she was telling anyone any of that (assuming she ever completed a sentence, even in her own head), because that way lay lots and lots of badness. And possibly dead Winchesters and Dawn locked in her room for the rest of eternity.
Which would be very, very bad. And illegal and possibly apocalyptic. God, she really should have listened to Giles, way back in the day, and had she really had that thought? And while she was at it, where the hell was the Council's interspecies genetic section? Or maybe she should cross-reference it with prophecies, comma, Key?
Maybe hiding under the bed was a viable option.