The Adventures of Dawn Winchester: D&J
Title: The Adventures of Dawn Winchester
Chapter TitleD&J
Author: Mary_Greenman
Fandom: Supernatural, SG-1
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Stargate: SG-1 season seven "Fragile Balance". None for SPN or Buffy.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns "Buffy the Vampire Slayer", Eric Kripke owns “Supernatural” and "Stargate: SG-1" is owned by Brad Wright & Jonathan Glassner.
Chapter Summary: Even as a Winchester, Dawn runs into trouble. Luckily for Jack, she has better luck than Dawn Summers.
Story Summary: Various crossovers depicting Dawn Summers as a sister to the Winchesters.
Word Count: 443
A/N: This is unbeta'ed and my first attempt at writing SG-1. Any mistakes are my own!
Dawn Winchester doesn’t walk, she storms. She could be in the happiest mood you ever see, but her feet will stomp (the limp barely noticeable when she smiles) their way towards you. It’s a ploy, he knows. She can be stealthy as hell if she wants to be. There are times, even with that damned limp, that Dawn can sneak up on him. Nobody can do that these days, especially not klutzy teenagers who don’t know when they’ve been made.
Nontheless, Jack likes to think that she’d do well on SG-1. He also likes to think that he would make up a team of his own one day. He knows first hand - okay, Old Jack knows first hand - about how Dawn feels about the military. She would wreak havoc on the likes of Hammond and SGC.
“Jack,” She claps him on the back with easy familiarity and Jack rolls his eyes.
“You know, I heard about this invention. It tells time and everything. Pretty nifty, if you ask me.”
Dawn giggles, rolling her eyes at Jack as she pulls him along the school halls. “So I’m a little late - “
“- You’re always late - “
“You don’t have to go all dadly on me for it.” Dawn finishes like he had never said a word.
“Dadly?” Jack echoes the word slowly.
“Yeah, dadly.”
Jack shakes his head, lips curled in amusement at the word. “I’m not dadly.” He tells her, “but I am the one your brother is going to kill if we get landed in detention again.”
Jack knows that Dean doesn’t like him but it’s mutual. They tolerate each other, when the oldest Winchester bothers to show up, but it’s all for Dawn’s sake. Left to their own devices, Jack would love to show Dean that special military training.
Dawn waves the idea away with a dismissive hand. “Dean is not going to kill you.”
“No,” Jack amends, “He’ll maim me, though.”
His memories tell him that he’s come up against things that would give most people nightmares. Goa'uld, deadly viruses, Tok’ra to name a few but Dean Winchester is all of these combined when it comes to the protection of his sister. He doesn’t blame Dean, though. With the amount of trouble Dawn manages to find herself in, Jack isn’t surprised she hasn’t brought the Goa'uld to earth. He just thanks the gods that it isn’t Tuesday.
Dawn rolls her eyes at him again and pulls him into their first period classroom. It’s full of paper-throwing, phone-texting kids and the teacher is nowhere in sight. Jack sighs his disappointment, wondering when these people will learn how to read a watch.
Chapter TitleD&J
Author: Mary_Greenman
Fandom: Supernatural, SG-1
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Stargate: SG-1 season seven "Fragile Balance". None for SPN or Buffy.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns "Buffy the Vampire Slayer", Eric Kripke owns “Supernatural” and "Stargate: SG-1" is owned by Brad Wright & Jonathan Glassner.
Chapter Summary: Even as a Winchester, Dawn runs into trouble. Luckily for Jack, she has better luck than Dawn Summers.
Story Summary: Various crossovers depicting Dawn Summers as a sister to the Winchesters.
Word Count: 443
A/N: This is unbeta'ed and my first attempt at writing SG-1. Any mistakes are my own!
Dawn Winchester doesn’t walk, she storms. She could be in the happiest mood you ever see, but her feet will stomp (the limp barely noticeable when she smiles) their way towards you. It’s a ploy, he knows. She can be stealthy as hell if she wants to be. There are times, even with that damned limp, that Dawn can sneak up on him. Nobody can do that these days, especially not klutzy teenagers who don’t know when they’ve been made.
Nontheless, Jack likes to think that she’d do well on SG-1. He also likes to think that he would make up a team of his own one day. He knows first hand - okay, Old Jack knows first hand - about how Dawn feels about the military. She would wreak havoc on the likes of Hammond and SGC.
“Jack,” She claps him on the back with easy familiarity and Jack rolls his eyes.
“You know, I heard about this invention. It tells time and everything. Pretty nifty, if you ask me.”
Dawn giggles, rolling her eyes at Jack as she pulls him along the school halls. “So I’m a little late - “
“- You’re always late - “
“You don’t have to go all dadly on me for it.” Dawn finishes like he had never said a word.
“Dadly?” Jack echoes the word slowly.
“Yeah, dadly.”
Jack shakes his head, lips curled in amusement at the word. “I’m not dadly.” He tells her, “but I am the one your brother is going to kill if we get landed in detention again.”
Jack knows that Dean doesn’t like him but it’s mutual. They tolerate each other, when the oldest Winchester bothers to show up, but it’s all for Dawn’s sake. Left to their own devices, Jack would love to show Dean that special military training.
Dawn waves the idea away with a dismissive hand. “Dean is not going to kill you.”
“No,” Jack amends, “He’ll maim me, though.”
His memories tell him that he’s come up against things that would give most people nightmares. Goa'uld, deadly viruses, Tok’ra to name a few but Dean Winchester is all of these combined when it comes to the protection of his sister. He doesn’t blame Dean, though. With the amount of trouble Dawn manages to find herself in, Jack isn’t surprised she hasn’t brought the Goa'uld to earth. He just thanks the gods that it isn’t Tuesday.
Dawn rolls her eyes at him again and pulls him into their first period classroom. It’s full of paper-throwing, phone-texting kids and the teacher is nowhere in sight. Jack sighs his disappointment, wondering when these people will learn how to read a watch.