The Adventures of Dawn Winchester | Accepted | Day 3
Title: Accepted
Author: Mary_Greenman
Verse: D&J (needs a better name). Part I, Part II. You don't have to read these to get the gist of the story but they're part of the same verse so if you liked this one, you'll like the other two. :).
Summary: They’re nineteen when Dean takes them on as students.
Crossover: Supernatural + Stargate SG-1 + BTVS
Disclaimer:If I owned any, Dawn would have been inserted into the SPN fandom and Jack Jr. would have gotten his own spin off.
Characters: Dawn Summers (read: Winchester), Clone!Jack O’Neill, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester.
Warning: Brief, non-graphic References to torture. Also, very much unbeta'ed. Feel free to point out things that need fixing!
Rating: PG
Word Count: 385
A/N: Originally, I was going to do various crossover but I kind of like this verse and would like to stick to it until I run out of ideas.
They’re nineteen when Dean takes them on as ‘students’. It’s been a year-long project and Dean has been nothing but grunts and groans. Jack is surprised when they finally manage to do the deed. He’s pretty much convinced by now that the man doesn’t like him. It’s clear he isn’t wanted around. Except, here they are with Dean teaching him about salt-filled-guns and rifles.
Jack snorts at the thought. Really, who would have thought he’d end up here? Except, he hasn’t ended up here, not really. He’s literally out in the universe and very much not here. Jack scowls, lifting the gun and looking low towards the ground. He already knows that he’s good. The training isn’t his, but his body knows it. He’s memorizes it. He has gotten better in this teenage body. Ever since that day Dawn ended up in the hospital because he wasn’t good enough, he works at being better. Faster. Stronger.
He can hear Dawn laughing at something Sam says. He pictures Sam rolling his eyes Dean’s way and cocks the gun. The Winchester brothers don’t know that their sister is already a good shot. Jack is old fashioned, but he knows the value of being able to protect yourself with more than salt and tattoos (and really, that whole pentagram thing? It still freaks him out).
The blast is magnificent and deafening. It leaves the beer bottle he was aiming at shattered into tiny pieces. Dean whistles and Jack can’t help the pride.
“You’re a better shot than I thought you’d be.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve had practice.” Jack can’t help the words, nor can he stop the glance Dean’s way. The man is grinning at him. “Okay, big shot. Lets see you handle a moving target.”
Jack grins. He’s never done this before and truth be told, he still doesn’t believe but he wants nothing more than to defeat a monster. He’s had years of listening to Dawn, Dean and Sam’s stories. He wants to experience it for himself, he wants to get back into the game. He may not be out saving the universe, but he would settle for a town or two.
Dean claps him on the back, hollers at Dawn and Sam and the impala is roaring to life before either sibling can say a thing.
Author: Mary_Greenman
Verse: D&J (needs a better name). Part I, Part II. You don't have to read these to get the gist of the story but they're part of the same verse so if you liked this one, you'll like the other two. :).
Summary: They’re nineteen when Dean takes them on as students.
Crossover: Supernatural + Stargate SG-1 + BTVS
Disclaimer:If I owned any, Dawn would have been inserted into the SPN fandom and Jack Jr. would have gotten his own spin off.
Characters: Dawn Summers (read: Winchester), Clone!Jack O’Neill, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester.
Warning: Brief, non-graphic References to torture. Also, very much unbeta'ed. Feel free to point out things that need fixing!
Rating: PG
Word Count: 385
A/N: Originally, I was going to do various crossover but I kind of like this verse and would like to stick to it until I run out of ideas.
They’re nineteen when Dean takes them on as ‘students’. It’s been a year-long project and Dean has been nothing but grunts and groans. Jack is surprised when they finally manage to do the deed. He’s pretty much convinced by now that the man doesn’t like him. It’s clear he isn’t wanted around. Except, here they are with Dean teaching him about salt-filled-guns and rifles.
Jack snorts at the thought. Really, who would have thought he’d end up here? Except, he hasn’t ended up here, not really. He’s literally out in the universe and very much not here. Jack scowls, lifting the gun and looking low towards the ground. He already knows that he’s good. The training isn’t his, but his body knows it. He’s memorizes it. He has gotten better in this teenage body. Ever since that day Dawn ended up in the hospital because he wasn’t good enough, he works at being better. Faster. Stronger.
He can hear Dawn laughing at something Sam says. He pictures Sam rolling his eyes Dean’s way and cocks the gun. The Winchester brothers don’t know that their sister is already a good shot. Jack is old fashioned, but he knows the value of being able to protect yourself with more than salt and tattoos (and really, that whole pentagram thing? It still freaks him out).
The blast is magnificent and deafening. It leaves the beer bottle he was aiming at shattered into tiny pieces. Dean whistles and Jack can’t help the pride.
“You’re a better shot than I thought you’d be.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve had practice.” Jack can’t help the words, nor can he stop the glance Dean’s way. The man is grinning at him. “Okay, big shot. Lets see you handle a moving target.”
Jack grins. He’s never done this before and truth be told, he still doesn’t believe but he wants nothing more than to defeat a monster. He’s had years of listening to Dawn, Dean and Sam’s stories. He wants to experience it for himself, he wants to get back into the game. He may not be out saving the universe, but he would settle for a town or two.
Dean claps him on the back, hollers at Dawn and Sam and the impala is roaring to life before either sibling can say a thing.