The Dawn Chronicles (Part 6)
The Dawn Chronicles
by tenshinrtaiga
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, Angel or Supernatural.
Pairing/Characters: Dawn Summers, Connor Angel-Reilly, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester. Mild Dean/Dawn.
Warnings: Spoilers for Buffy S7, Angel S5 and Supernatural S1.
Summary: When Buffy dies and Dawn inherits her sister’s Slayer powers, Dawn doesn’t know what to do. She only knows one thing: she can’t stay at the International Watchers Council anymore. An unlikely friend in the shape of Angel's son Connor comes to the rescue, training her and teaching her how to handle her powers and just when she thinks she has everything under control, a new Slayer is murdered. Now Dawn’s left trying to figure out what happened and how exactly the Winchester boys fit in.
A/N - Special thanks to my beta theendermen and obviously my artist jadaryl.
“His favored?” Dean asked in confusion. “Whose favored?”
Dawn shook her head. “Doesn’t say.”
Sam took the book from the girl and read through the page once more. “That’s it? That’s all it says? There’s got to be more,” he said desperately.
“Azazel; the scapegoat,” Connor read aloud causing the other three to turn to him. He had dug out his laptop from his bag and had Google searched the name. “One of the first demons Lucifer created after his Fall from heaven and also one of the strongest.” There was a hesitant exchange of glances from all around the table. Okay, clearly this wasn’t a run of the mill demon. He was probably incorporeal, meaning he was the kind of demon that possessed people. But there was a line between demon and Lucifer. Believing in Satan… well that brought up all sorts of uncomfortable question regarding religion, hell, heaven and God. “Then again, I got this off the internet,” Connor said, slamming his computer shut.
“Right.” Dean pounced on the opportunity. “I mean, anything could be on the internet. I could be Elvis for all anyone would know.”
“Well you do frequently use musicians as your fake name,” Dawn joked lightly but the tone fell flat as they all continued to think on what they had found. If this was true and the thing that killed Jess and the Winchesters’ mother was Azazel… then what was a powerful demon like him doing stalking Sam Winchester? What did he want? “I’d better phone Giles and tell him what we found. Maybe help him narrow the search,” Dawn said getting up.
“I’ll do a search on the name in the IWC database,” Connor offered. “See if we don’t have more information on him.”
Sam nodded but didn’t say another word, his gaze still blank as he looked down at his own hands. Sam just couldn’t stop thinking about it. His thoughts whirled. Azazel. Azazel. The scapegoat. A demon. Azazel. What did he want…
After a few minutes, Dawn returned. Sam vaguely heard her say that Giles was looking into it and that she also called for some food to be delivered. The other three continued to flip through books, but Sam just stared off into space. He had a name now. He was getting closer. He would hunt this son of a bitch down; this Azazel. He would get revenge for Jess.
“Dude, you need to eat,” Dean finally said, unable to continue staring at his baby brother’s brooding face. He sat a slice of pizza on a plate and slid it in front of Sam, but the brunet didn’t appear to be listening. Dean scowled and it looked like he was about to say something - and knowing him, it would be something completely unflattering and most likely insulting - when Dawn laid a soft hand on his arm. She looked up at him with serious dark blue eyes. Dawn’s eyes were normally a laughing bright blue; he had never seen them this dark. They caught him off guard and he closed his mouth as he paid attention to the girl.
“He needs to think,” Dawn said softly, staring deeply into Dean’s green eyes. “Give him time to wrap his head around it. We have a name. We’re finally getting somewhere with this. He needs a second.”
Dean clenched his jaw but nodded. He understood. Really, he did. He just didn’t like it. Bad things happened when Sammy went off into his own world. Things that usually involved Dean needing to drag his baby brother’s ass out of the fire before it got roasted.
Quietly, the four split up. Faith had given them each separate rooms to stay in while they researched. Dean didn’t like that he was separated from his brother when they were in the middle of unknown territory. He liked it even less now that he knew Sam was troubled and brooding.
He grunted a “come in” when he heard a knock on his door. He was splayed out on his bed, a hand over his weary eyes as he tried to rest them. When he didn’t hear anyone saying anything, he opened his eyes to look at who had come in. Dean was surprised to find Dawn leaning against the wall looking at him with a thoughtful frown. “Crap, not you too,” Dean groaned, replacing his hand over his eyes.
“What?” she asked slightly startled.
“Sammy’s already on that brooding crap, I don’t need more of it from you,” Dean gestured at her vaguely with his hand.
A small smile made its way to her face as she sat down beside him on his bed. “Then you might not want to check in on Connor right now,” she joked lightly. “He’s the prince of brood.”
“Prince?” Dean asked in curiosity.
“You’d have to meet his dad,” she waved away. They were silent for a moment as they both thought on the situation. “This is worrying,” she finally said. “Demons I can handle. I’m even good with heaven and hell. But Lucifer?”
“We don’t know anything,” Dean cut in. “All we have is a name and some random computer search. Azazel’s the only thing we know, okay? Lucifer is crap. He doesn’t exist. He’s just a fairytale told to scare people. He is not after my baby brother,” Dean said strongly, his fists clenching in anger.
Dawn looked down at the man sympathetically before slowly reaching out to cover his fist with her hand. He looked at her in slight surprise but she studiously avoided meeting his gaze. Slowly his hand unclenched as the anger drained out of him. They sat there in quiet solitude for several more minutes before a knock echoed through the room. The door opened and Connor poked his head in. “Giles called back. He found something.”
Once more, the four hunters found themselves in the IWC conference room looking at a large screen where Giles was being projected via webcam. “Giles,” Dawn smiled in genuine happiness. It had only been a day since she’d last seen him but she was still excited having spent so long without his guiding presence.
Giles, unfortunately, could only give a tumultuous smile back, causing Dawn to frown and sit down in worry. Connor too recognized the look from his own father’s face. “Oh, no,” he muttered causing both Winchesters to stare in alarm. “What did you find out?”
“I found a prophecy,” the Brit started.
“That can’t end well,” Connor muttered bitterly.
“Yes, quite,” Giles removed his glasses to give them a quick clean. “In summation, it describes a demon, Azazel, and his rather insidious plot. It describes ‘special children’; that is children whom Azazel gave his blood to when they were babies. This blood gave them demonic strength with none of the weaknesses that normally come with demons.”
“What?” Sam asked sickly.
“There’s no way my brother was fed demon blood!” Dean roared knocking his chair over in anger.
“Samuel,” Giles addressed, “have you had any… symptoms lately?” he asked for lack of a better term.
“I said-!” Dean growled only to be cut off by Sam’s low voice.
“I’ve been having visions,” he admitted.
All three heads turned to face the brunet. “Visions?” Connor asked, uncomfortably reminded of Cordelia, another seer he knew.
“I knew Jess was going to die before it happened and that was just something I saw in my dreams. Lately, they’ve been coming while I’m awake too,” Sam spoke softly, staring at his hands firmly.
“So, it’s true,” Giles said with a sigh. “You are one of Azazel’s special children.”
Dean swallowed thickly, unable to comprehend what was being said. “Is this… is this why our mother died?” he asked weakly. Sam’s head shot up to look at Giles in askance as well.
“I believe so,” Giles nodded. “It is my understanding that Azazel punishes those mothers who interrupt him. He has a particular proclivity for…”
“Gutting them and lighting them on fire,” Dean said with disgust.
“Quite,” Giles murmured as he looked at the two boys in regret.
Sam looked up with determination. “Is there more? To the prophecy.”
“Hmm? Ah, yes.” Giles shuffled through his notes as he quickly skimmed through them. “Well, it gets a bit vague, but from what I can tell, Azazel plans on using these children to… raise up Lucifer and bring about the next Great War.”
There was silence on both ends as they tried to cope with what they were hearing. “Holy shit,” Dean muttered, essentially summing up the thoughts of all five individuals.
“Giles, thank you for the info,” Dawn said as she stood up and made her way to the computer.
“Of course,” Giles said looking at the girl fondly. “Do keep me updated,” he asked as he shut off his computer ending the connection.
“I’m evil,” Sam murmured in shock.
Dean whirled around to look at him. “No you aren’t.”
Sam looked at his brother incredulously. “You heard what Mr. Giles said. I have demon blood running through my veins. I’m supposed to help Lucifer. I mean I don’t think I can get more evil.”
“Just because it’s prophesized doesn’t make it so,” Connor added in. “Prophecies don’t give the whole picture.”
“It’s true,” Dawn nodded encouragingly. “There was a prophecy that said my sister would be killed by the Master and while she did die for a minute, she was resuscitated using CPR.”
“There’s no room for interpretation about me having demon blood,” Sam stated seriously. “Mom died because of it. Because of me.”
“Mom died trying to stop that son of a bitch from touching you,” Dean argued as he stood up angrily.
“And Lucifer? How are you going to explain that one away, huh Dean?” Sam stood up to face his brother as well. There was a silence as Dean struggled to come up with something to say. “I’m going to help raise Lucifer. I’m evil.”
“Sam.” Connor stepped into their conversation. “I know what it’s like to have a prophecy hanging over you. To believe that you’re something evil. But you can’t let others dictate who you are. I’m the son of two vampires and not just any vampires but some of the most cruel and bloodthirsty vampires to roam the world. I’m not human. They called me the Destroyer. I understand.” At some point during his speech, Sam looked up at him and Connor could tell from his eyes that he was really hearing Connor. “But I know that I’m not a bad person. Do you think I’m evil?”
“No.” Sam shook his head. They’d all grown close and Sam knew what kind of person Connor was. He’d seen Connor take down creatures twice his size to protect innocent people.
“And we know that you aren’t evil either,” Connor replied. “You can’t let these things get to you. Know what you want to be. If you want to help people then you will. If you want to be evil, then you will. It’s your decision, no one else’s.”
Sam looked at him in complete shock. For one, that was very probably the most serious, profound thing Connor had ever said and Connor wasn’t really a profound kind of guy. But for another, his words really hit home with Sam.
Sam turned to look at Dawn’s face and was relieved to see her smiling and nodding at him encouragingly. “We’ll help you, Sam. We’re with you on this. A hundred percent.” Sam gave a shaky breath and nodded gratefully before turning to the one person who meant the most to him.
Dean gave a small grin. “You’re my baby brother. Where the hell else do you think I’d be?” Dean said with a smirk, clapping a hand down on Sam’s shoulder. “We’ll get this son of a bitch,” he vowed, “and then you won’t have to worry anymore.”
The End
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by tenshinrtaiga
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, Angel or Supernatural.
Pairing/Characters: Dawn Summers, Connor Angel-Reilly, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester. Mild Dean/Dawn.
Warnings: Spoilers for Buffy S7, Angel S5 and Supernatural S1.
Summary: When Buffy dies and Dawn inherits her sister’s Slayer powers, Dawn doesn’t know what to do. She only knows one thing: she can’t stay at the International Watchers Council anymore. An unlikely friend in the shape of Angel's son Connor comes to the rescue, training her and teaching her how to handle her powers and just when she thinks she has everything under control, a new Slayer is murdered. Now Dawn’s left trying to figure out what happened and how exactly the Winchester boys fit in.
A/N - Special thanks to my beta theendermen and obviously my artist jadaryl.
“His favored?” Dean asked in confusion. “Whose favored?”
Dawn shook her head. “Doesn’t say.”
Sam took the book from the girl and read through the page once more. “That’s it? That’s all it says? There’s got to be more,” he said desperately.
“Azazel; the scapegoat,” Connor read aloud causing the other three to turn to him. He had dug out his laptop from his bag and had Google searched the name. “One of the first demons Lucifer created after his Fall from heaven and also one of the strongest.” There was a hesitant exchange of glances from all around the table. Okay, clearly this wasn’t a run of the mill demon. He was probably incorporeal, meaning he was the kind of demon that possessed people. But there was a line between demon and Lucifer. Believing in Satan… well that brought up all sorts of uncomfortable question regarding religion, hell, heaven and God. “Then again, I got this off the internet,” Connor said, slamming his computer shut.
“Right.” Dean pounced on the opportunity. “I mean, anything could be on the internet. I could be Elvis for all anyone would know.”
“Well you do frequently use musicians as your fake name,” Dawn joked lightly but the tone fell flat as they all continued to think on what they had found. If this was true and the thing that killed Jess and the Winchesters’ mother was Azazel… then what was a powerful demon like him doing stalking Sam Winchester? What did he want? “I’d better phone Giles and tell him what we found. Maybe help him narrow the search,” Dawn said getting up.
“I’ll do a search on the name in the IWC database,” Connor offered. “See if we don’t have more information on him.”
Sam nodded but didn’t say another word, his gaze still blank as he looked down at his own hands. Sam just couldn’t stop thinking about it. His thoughts whirled. Azazel. Azazel. The scapegoat. A demon. Azazel. What did he want…
After a few minutes, Dawn returned. Sam vaguely heard her say that Giles was looking into it and that she also called for some food to be delivered. The other three continued to flip through books, but Sam just stared off into space. He had a name now. He was getting closer. He would hunt this son of a bitch down; this Azazel. He would get revenge for Jess.
“Dude, you need to eat,” Dean finally said, unable to continue staring at his baby brother’s brooding face. He sat a slice of pizza on a plate and slid it in front of Sam, but the brunet didn’t appear to be listening. Dean scowled and it looked like he was about to say something - and knowing him, it would be something completely unflattering and most likely insulting - when Dawn laid a soft hand on his arm. She looked up at him with serious dark blue eyes. Dawn’s eyes were normally a laughing bright blue; he had never seen them this dark. They caught him off guard and he closed his mouth as he paid attention to the girl.
“He needs to think,” Dawn said softly, staring deeply into Dean’s green eyes. “Give him time to wrap his head around it. We have a name. We’re finally getting somewhere with this. He needs a second.”
Dean clenched his jaw but nodded. He understood. Really, he did. He just didn’t like it. Bad things happened when Sammy went off into his own world. Things that usually involved Dean needing to drag his baby brother’s ass out of the fire before it got roasted.
Quietly, the four split up. Faith had given them each separate rooms to stay in while they researched. Dean didn’t like that he was separated from his brother when they were in the middle of unknown territory. He liked it even less now that he knew Sam was troubled and brooding.
He grunted a “come in” when he heard a knock on his door. He was splayed out on his bed, a hand over his weary eyes as he tried to rest them. When he didn’t hear anyone saying anything, he opened his eyes to look at who had come in. Dean was surprised to find Dawn leaning against the wall looking at him with a thoughtful frown. “Crap, not you too,” Dean groaned, replacing his hand over his eyes.
“What?” she asked slightly startled.
“Sammy’s already on that brooding crap, I don’t need more of it from you,” Dean gestured at her vaguely with his hand.
A small smile made its way to her face as she sat down beside him on his bed. “Then you might not want to check in on Connor right now,” she joked lightly. “He’s the prince of brood.”
“Prince?” Dean asked in curiosity.
“You’d have to meet his dad,” she waved away. They were silent for a moment as they both thought on the situation. “This is worrying,” she finally said. “Demons I can handle. I’m even good with heaven and hell. But Lucifer?”
“We don’t know anything,” Dean cut in. “All we have is a name and some random computer search. Azazel’s the only thing we know, okay? Lucifer is crap. He doesn’t exist. He’s just a fairytale told to scare people. He is not after my baby brother,” Dean said strongly, his fists clenching in anger.
Dawn looked down at the man sympathetically before slowly reaching out to cover his fist with her hand. He looked at her in slight surprise but she studiously avoided meeting his gaze. Slowly his hand unclenched as the anger drained out of him. They sat there in quiet solitude for several more minutes before a knock echoed through the room. The door opened and Connor poked his head in. “Giles called back. He found something.”
Once more, the four hunters found themselves in the IWC conference room looking at a large screen where Giles was being projected via webcam. “Giles,” Dawn smiled in genuine happiness. It had only been a day since she’d last seen him but she was still excited having spent so long without his guiding presence.
Giles, unfortunately, could only give a tumultuous smile back, causing Dawn to frown and sit down in worry. Connor too recognized the look from his own father’s face. “Oh, no,” he muttered causing both Winchesters to stare in alarm. “What did you find out?”
“I found a prophecy,” the Brit started.
“That can’t end well,” Connor muttered bitterly.
“Yes, quite,” Giles removed his glasses to give them a quick clean. “In summation, it describes a demon, Azazel, and his rather insidious plot. It describes ‘special children’; that is children whom Azazel gave his blood to when they were babies. This blood gave them demonic strength with none of the weaknesses that normally come with demons.”
“What?” Sam asked sickly.
“There’s no way my brother was fed demon blood!” Dean roared knocking his chair over in anger.
“Samuel,” Giles addressed, “have you had any… symptoms lately?” he asked for lack of a better term.
“I said-!” Dean growled only to be cut off by Sam’s low voice.
“I’ve been having visions,” he admitted.
All three heads turned to face the brunet. “Visions?” Connor asked, uncomfortably reminded of Cordelia, another seer he knew.
“I knew Jess was going to die before it happened and that was just something I saw in my dreams. Lately, they’ve been coming while I’m awake too,” Sam spoke softly, staring at his hands firmly.
“So, it’s true,” Giles said with a sigh. “You are one of Azazel’s special children.”
Dean swallowed thickly, unable to comprehend what was being said. “Is this… is this why our mother died?” he asked weakly. Sam’s head shot up to look at Giles in askance as well.
“I believe so,” Giles nodded. “It is my understanding that Azazel punishes those mothers who interrupt him. He has a particular proclivity for…”
“Gutting them and lighting them on fire,” Dean said with disgust.
“Quite,” Giles murmured as he looked at the two boys in regret.
Sam looked up with determination. “Is there more? To the prophecy.”
“Hmm? Ah, yes.” Giles shuffled through his notes as he quickly skimmed through them. “Well, it gets a bit vague, but from what I can tell, Azazel plans on using these children to… raise up Lucifer and bring about the next Great War.”
There was silence on both ends as they tried to cope with what they were hearing. “Holy shit,” Dean muttered, essentially summing up the thoughts of all five individuals.
“Giles, thank you for the info,” Dawn said as she stood up and made her way to the computer.
“Of course,” Giles said looking at the girl fondly. “Do keep me updated,” he asked as he shut off his computer ending the connection.
“I’m evil,” Sam murmured in shock.
Dean whirled around to look at him. “No you aren’t.”
Sam looked at his brother incredulously. “You heard what Mr. Giles said. I have demon blood running through my veins. I’m supposed to help Lucifer. I mean I don’t think I can get more evil.”
“Just because it’s prophesized doesn’t make it so,” Connor added in. “Prophecies don’t give the whole picture.”
“It’s true,” Dawn nodded encouragingly. “There was a prophecy that said my sister would be killed by the Master and while she did die for a minute, she was resuscitated using CPR.”
“There’s no room for interpretation about me having demon blood,” Sam stated seriously. “Mom died because of it. Because of me.”
“Mom died trying to stop that son of a bitch from touching you,” Dean argued as he stood up angrily.
“And Lucifer? How are you going to explain that one away, huh Dean?” Sam stood up to face his brother as well. There was a silence as Dean struggled to come up with something to say. “I’m going to help raise Lucifer. I’m evil.”
“Sam.” Connor stepped into their conversation. “I know what it’s like to have a prophecy hanging over you. To believe that you’re something evil. But you can’t let others dictate who you are. I’m the son of two vampires and not just any vampires but some of the most cruel and bloodthirsty vampires to roam the world. I’m not human. They called me the Destroyer. I understand.” At some point during his speech, Sam looked up at him and Connor could tell from his eyes that he was really hearing Connor. “But I know that I’m not a bad person. Do you think I’m evil?”
“No.” Sam shook his head. They’d all grown close and Sam knew what kind of person Connor was. He’d seen Connor take down creatures twice his size to protect innocent people.
“And we know that you aren’t evil either,” Connor replied. “You can’t let these things get to you. Know what you want to be. If you want to help people then you will. If you want to be evil, then you will. It’s your decision, no one else’s.”
Sam looked at him in complete shock. For one, that was very probably the most serious, profound thing Connor had ever said and Connor wasn’t really a profound kind of guy. But for another, his words really hit home with Sam.
Sam turned to look at Dawn’s face and was relieved to see her smiling and nodding at him encouragingly. “We’ll help you, Sam. We’re with you on this. A hundred percent.” Sam gave a shaky breath and nodded gratefully before turning to the one person who meant the most to him.
Dean gave a small grin. “You’re my baby brother. Where the hell else do you think I’d be?” Dean said with a smirk, clapping a hand down on Sam’s shoulder. “We’ll get this son of a bitch,” he vowed, “and then you won’t have to worry anymore.”
The End
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