FIC: Reaching Out (SPN/BtVS)
TITLE: Reaching Out
AUTHOR: Demona
SUMMARY: John Winchester makes a desperate cry for help.
RATING: FR15
NOTES: Set after "Salvation" and before "Devil's Trap" for 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 Weekly Challenge #4 at spn_btvs, prompt: Telepathic Link.
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Dawn was sitting in the middle of her English Lit lecture the first time she saw glowing yellow eyes. They stood out in the blackness behind her closed eyes, leaving her in a cold sweat, skin pale under her tanning bed tan, and with goosebumps breaking out along her skin. She forced he eyes open, sucking in much needed breaths of air, heart racing in fear. She blinked, slow and stunned, and the eyes flashed again - an image seeming burned permanently into her mind.
Her professor was still droning on about Milton, none the wiser, oblivious to her racing heart and shock. Those eyes had looked right into her soul, searching before disappearing as quickly as they came. The kids beside her in class weren’t as blind to her issue. They were staring as she tried to calm her breathing, sucking in deep breath after breath in an attempt to slow her racing heart as she tried to figure it all out. Staying for the rest of class wasn’t an option for her at this point. Her mind was a thousand miles away, focused on a single set of yellow eyes. She needed to call Willow, see if she could figure out what Dawn had seen. She shoved her books into her bag, uncaring of the disturbance she was creating.
Her professor stopped the lecture as she carelessly climbed through the row of students and made her way down the auditorium steps. He turned to see what caused the commotion but Dawn froze when she realized the man was no longer Dr. Thompson. Dean Winchester’s father looked up at her, clearly confused about his surroundings and why Dawn was involved. His brown eyes finally met hers, silently communicating the world of panic he was experiencing. He’d been badly beaten, a bloody nose and lip, and a swollen eye to go with it. He looked afraid and it didn’t feel right to her. He was supposed to be the big bad hunter of all things evil. The way Dean talked his father could do no wrong, could never be injured or killed. The man was invincible. The man standing a few feet away from Dawn was not that man.
“You’ve got to help them. They won’t know that he’s taken over. They’ll think it’s me,” his gravelly voice rolled over her. The raw panic and concern set her more on edge, making her shift her weight from foot to foot, not sure whether to stay and hear him out or bolt now. “My boys are in trouble. And I need your help. Help me!” There was fear in that voice, the desperation of a man at the end of his rope, that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.
Dawn opened her mouth to reply, to ask where the boys were, what had happened to him, anything and everything, but she never got the chance.
His eyes suddenly became those glowing yellow orbs that she couldn’t look away from. The corners of his mouth slowly turned upwards, putting an evil smile on John Winchester’s face. “You’ll have to excuse John for talking out of turn. He’s a little stronger than I expected him to be. But this certainly isn’t something to worry your pretty little head over, Ms. Summers.” The voice was John’s but not. Gone was the panic and fear and in its place was amusement with a slight hint of curiosity. “I suggest you stay out of it,” he added, taking a step toward her. Dawn jumped backwards away from the hand that was reaching out toward her. She tripped over the step behind her and started to fall.
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Dawn jerked awake with a scream, her notebook and textbook crashed to the floor beside her seat. The entire auditorium full of students and one very confused Dr. Thompson looked at her with concern. She could hear the whispers of freak and weirdo starting already but she didn’t have the time to care.
“Ms Summers?” Dr. Thompson asked her and she looked down at him. He was really him, no glowing yellow eyes, no John Winchester taking his place, just Dr. Thompson looking very confused.
“I’m sorry,” Dawn managed to get out. She grabbed her messenger bag with shaking hands and starting shoving her books in. Everyone continued to stare, no one quite sure what to say to her. She rose on trembling legs and pushed her way out of the row. She carefully made her way down the steps to get to the bottom floor, meeting Dr. Thompson at the bottom. He reached out to touch her, make sure she was okay, and she flinched, jumping back.
“No, don’t touch me!” she exclaiming, jumping out of the way of his hand. The memory of John’s body coming toward her was too fresh in her mind. He backed away with his hands raised in the air. Dawn didn’t hesitate as she fled, running from the lecture hall as fast as she could.
She dumped her bag out on the lawn the minute she was free of the prying eyes and ears of her classmates. She fumbled around through the junk until she located her cell phone. Dean Winchester was #34 in her contacts. It had been over a year since she had last talked to him and she seriously hoped that he didn’t think she was completely nuts when he answered the phone. She hit send with trembling hands and waited. The cell phone rang and rang and then went to voice mail. She hit end and then called again. She wasn’t able to get him on the second try so she waited out the phone message.
This is Dean. You know the drill.
“Dean, it’s Dawn. I just....as freaky as this sounds, you need to know. Your Dad isn’t your Dad. I’m not sure who or what he is, but he isn’t him. I know this is coming out of left field for you, but you’ve just got to trust me. Just please…call me back when you get this!” Dawn quickly explained and hung up.
Her next call was to Willow. She just hoped that her attempts to help save John Winchester weren’t in vain.
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AUTHOR: Demona
SUMMARY: John Winchester makes a desperate cry for help.
RATING: FR15
NOTES: Set after "Salvation" and before "Devil's Trap" for 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 Weekly Challenge #4 at spn_btvs, prompt: Telepathic Link.
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Dawn was sitting in the middle of her English Lit lecture the first time she saw glowing yellow eyes. They stood out in the blackness behind her closed eyes, leaving her in a cold sweat, skin pale under her tanning bed tan, and with goosebumps breaking out along her skin. She forced he eyes open, sucking in much needed breaths of air, heart racing in fear. She blinked, slow and stunned, and the eyes flashed again - an image seeming burned permanently into her mind.
Her professor was still droning on about Milton, none the wiser, oblivious to her racing heart and shock. Those eyes had looked right into her soul, searching before disappearing as quickly as they came. The kids beside her in class weren’t as blind to her issue. They were staring as she tried to calm her breathing, sucking in deep breath after breath in an attempt to slow her racing heart as she tried to figure it all out. Staying for the rest of class wasn’t an option for her at this point. Her mind was a thousand miles away, focused on a single set of yellow eyes. She needed to call Willow, see if she could figure out what Dawn had seen. She shoved her books into her bag, uncaring of the disturbance she was creating.
Her professor stopped the lecture as she carelessly climbed through the row of students and made her way down the auditorium steps. He turned to see what caused the commotion but Dawn froze when she realized the man was no longer Dr. Thompson. Dean Winchester’s father looked up at her, clearly confused about his surroundings and why Dawn was involved. His brown eyes finally met hers, silently communicating the world of panic he was experiencing. He’d been badly beaten, a bloody nose and lip, and a swollen eye to go with it. He looked afraid and it didn’t feel right to her. He was supposed to be the big bad hunter of all things evil. The way Dean talked his father could do no wrong, could never be injured or killed. The man was invincible. The man standing a few feet away from Dawn was not that man.
“You’ve got to help them. They won’t know that he’s taken over. They’ll think it’s me,” his gravelly voice rolled over her. The raw panic and concern set her more on edge, making her shift her weight from foot to foot, not sure whether to stay and hear him out or bolt now. “My boys are in trouble. And I need your help. Help me!” There was fear in that voice, the desperation of a man at the end of his rope, that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.
Dawn opened her mouth to reply, to ask where the boys were, what had happened to him, anything and everything, but she never got the chance.
His eyes suddenly became those glowing yellow orbs that she couldn’t look away from. The corners of his mouth slowly turned upwards, putting an evil smile on John Winchester’s face. “You’ll have to excuse John for talking out of turn. He’s a little stronger than I expected him to be. But this certainly isn’t something to worry your pretty little head over, Ms. Summers.” The voice was John’s but not. Gone was the panic and fear and in its place was amusement with a slight hint of curiosity. “I suggest you stay out of it,” he added, taking a step toward her. Dawn jumped backwards away from the hand that was reaching out toward her. She tripped over the step behind her and started to fall.
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Dawn jerked awake with a scream, her notebook and textbook crashed to the floor beside her seat. The entire auditorium full of students and one very confused Dr. Thompson looked at her with concern. She could hear the whispers of freak and weirdo starting already but she didn’t have the time to care.
“Ms Summers?” Dr. Thompson asked her and she looked down at him. He was really him, no glowing yellow eyes, no John Winchester taking his place, just Dr. Thompson looking very confused.
“I’m sorry,” Dawn managed to get out. She grabbed her messenger bag with shaking hands and starting shoving her books in. Everyone continued to stare, no one quite sure what to say to her. She rose on trembling legs and pushed her way out of the row. She carefully made her way down the steps to get to the bottom floor, meeting Dr. Thompson at the bottom. He reached out to touch her, make sure she was okay, and she flinched, jumping back.
“No, don’t touch me!” she exclaiming, jumping out of the way of his hand. The memory of John’s body coming toward her was too fresh in her mind. He backed away with his hands raised in the air. Dawn didn’t hesitate as she fled, running from the lecture hall as fast as she could.
She dumped her bag out on the lawn the minute she was free of the prying eyes and ears of her classmates. She fumbled around through the junk until she located her cell phone. Dean Winchester was #34 in her contacts. It had been over a year since she had last talked to him and she seriously hoped that he didn’t think she was completely nuts when he answered the phone. She hit send with trembling hands and waited. The cell phone rang and rang and then went to voice mail. She hit end and then called again. She wasn’t able to get him on the second try so she waited out the phone message.
This is Dean. You know the drill.
“Dean, it’s Dawn. I just....as freaky as this sounds, you need to know. Your Dad isn’t your Dad. I’m not sure who or what he is, but he isn’t him. I know this is coming out of left field for you, but you’ve just got to trust me. Just please…call me back when you get this!” Dawn quickly explained and hung up.
Her next call was to Willow. She just hoped that her attempts to help save John Winchester weren’t in vain.
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