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, Dana Winchester. *new version*
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WARNING - IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE SEVENTH SEASON OF BTVS THEN DON'T READ IT.
Summary: John, Sam, Dean and little Dana are known hunters. Every thing's fine. John's nearing in on the demon and leaves to battle it out. Well the demon is pissed and Dean, Sam, and Dana can't handle so many demons at a time, especially when they all get attracted to Dana. With Dana kidnapped, the demons suddenly stop coming in groups. The yellow eyed demon isn't the only thing hunting them. What's so special about Dana? Starring Giles, Dean, Sam, Dana, John, Caleb and the First. Mentions the yellow eyed demon.
PS: I started this fic a long time ago on here, but forgot about it. That's what happens. LOL. so I redid this, but added in new stuff.
She watched them chant in their circle of pride. "Where?" she asked, her main man.
"Lawrence Kansas." the guy replied. "Should I send someone after her?"
No." she smiled. "They'll find her and bring her back here."
Caleb knew better then to question her. Taking the form of the slayer whom he killed a month ago. He could smell the shampoo off of her hair. Buffy Summers. he thought, closing his eyes. "I'm gonna miss her."
As if sensing his feelings she turned, facing him. "She was a pain in my ass." she snapped.
Caleb stared at her. "Well then, do you really have to look like her?" he asked.
The First smiled. "I can be whoever you want me to be." she whispered in his ear, before walking off. "Prepare them!" she called back. "Get them ready, maybe even catch the highlights of the game."
Caleb watched as she disappeared around the corner. He snorted before turning to face their chatty friends. "You all heard her."
"Come on girl, time to go." John shouted, pulling back the brown dusty curtain.
Sixteen year old Dana Winchester opened her eyes and quickly flew her hand to her face, blocking out the sun. "Dad." she moaned. "Five more minutes."
"We have to get out of town before more vampires come." John told his daughter.
Dana sighed in frustration and pushed the heavy covers off of her. She stood up and stretched, seeing the spot where she slept soaked in sweat. John turned. "Sweetheart." he began, lifting an eyebrow.
Dana smiled weakly. "Must have been another dream." she guessed.
"Again angel, I'm growing concern with these dreams of yours." John told her.
Dana pulled out her brush and ran it through her hair. "I'm fine dad. They aren't that big of a deal." she assured him. Actually they were. She had the same dream now, but more vivid and intense in the past couple of weeks. Did they mean anything? Dana laughed to herself. Dreams never mean anything.
John gunned the truck into drive and pulled out of the parking lot. He watched desperately as his daughter fiddled with the radio, settling on a station she didn't even like and leaned back in her seat, gazing out the window.
John caught her lips moving to the song and let out a sigh, getting his daughters attention. "You say something?" Dana asked.
John shook his head. "No." he answered, clearing his throat.
Dana looked at him funny. "You were always a bad liar." she joked.
John scratched his head and turned down the volume. "I know that you miss all of your friends." he blurted.
Dana looked back out the window as a single tear slid down her cheek. "Friends come and go, but family is forever." she assured him, thinking back to their latest conversation.
John smiled over at her. "Exactly."
Dana picked at her nails and twirled a strand of her hair. "Where's Dean and Sam?" she asked.
"Vermont." he told her.
"Can I call them later?" she asked.
John looked at his daughter. "Sweetie, you know that we can't risk using the phones." he reminded her.
Dana slumped her shoulders and gazed out into the tall grass. Movement alerted her. "Dad pull over."
John pulled to the side of the road and Dana pushed open her door. "What is it?" he asked, pulling out his gun. He hopped out of the car and made his way over to his daughter. "Dana, stay behind me." he started.
Dan walked away and cleared her path, coming to a dead body. A crow flew out in front of her and disappeared in the sky. She gasped and knelt down by the body. "Looks like he was set on fire." she explained, feeling for a pulse.
John made his way to his daughter and covered his mouth. "Dad." Dana began. "Who would do this?"
"I don’t know." John admitted.
Dana turned back toward the body, ready to close the mans eyes when he picked his head up and grabbed Dana's arm. "Dad!" she yelled.
John pulled his gun and pointed at him. "Let her go." he yelled.
"One by one they will come." he moaned.
John fired a bullet just as Dana pulled out of his grasp. He fired three more rounds, watching as the body fell. "Dana. You okay?" he asked.
Dana stood up, still trembling, with his words echoing in her mind. "I'm fine dad." she assured him.
They both looked down at the body, thinking it was over, when he stirred. John pulled Dana toward him and started pulling her back toward the truck. "We got to go now." he yelled, opening the door and shoving her in. He ran to the other side and got in, starting the engine.
Dana looked back to where the man was and saw hundreds of eyes peer out at her. "Dad." she squeaked, seeing others come out from the field like him.
John looked out in horror, as he backed up. The tires squealed as he stepped hard on the gas, turning the wheel to go out and around them.
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Dana looked to her dad as he pulled to a stop at the nearest gas station. "Were they trying to ambush us?" she asked, giving her surroundings a good once over.
John jerked the door open. "I don't know, but we have to hurry. I'll pump the gas and you get the stuff." John ordered.
Dana slipped out of the truck and bolted to the tiny place, getting inside she let out a sigh and closed her eyes. 'One by one they will come' What did that mean?
"Miss?" the young cashier asked.
Dana opened her eyes and saw him staring at her blankly. "Are you okay?"
She shook her head and walked through the place, to where the bathrooms were. She passed an old creepy woman and walked down the hall, trying to shake this eerie feeling off. Dana walked inside splashing some water on her face. The saying still stuck in her thoughts the whole time. Five minutes later, she came out and started toward the snacks aisle.
Dana smiled at the same woman from before, but felt a shiver go down her back. She turned her back to her and grabbed some Cheeto's when her shoulder went forward. Turning her head, Dana’s eyes widened.
The woman grabbed on to her and pushed her to the wall. "My bad." she moaned, choking Dana to death.
Dana struggled in her grasp and looked over, seeing the cashier grab his shot gun. Thank goodness. she thought. She lifted her arm up and punched the woman hard, giving her a good kick backwards. The woman fell back into the aisle, but the hits didn't seem to faze her. Dana ducked, when she heard the shot. It nearly missed her head. What the hell? Dana didn’t even get to look over, as the woman grabbed her and lunged her over the row of food. Evey kind of chip came crashing down as she hit the floor.
Another shot went off and this one met the popcorn bag right next to her feet. She ducked her head and crawled down the aisle, when the woman grabbed her feet from behind, trying to pull her back. She looked down in fright and kicked at her a couple times before getting hoisted upward. She screamed, seeing her dad. "It's just you." she cried.
John wrapped his arm around her and pulled out his gun, as he shot the woman. She went down after the third shot and he pulled his daughter forward. "Come on." he said, running toward the door. He raised his hand gun to the cashier and shot a good couple of times before his body went down as well.
"Let's get out of here." Dana yelled.
John nodded and led her over to the door. He paused and threw his daughter to the side. "Find another way." he yelled.
Dana looked up at him "Why?" she asked, looking outside. She let out a horrid gasp and was dragged by her father around the room. "Dad, there's a window." she yelled, running toward it.
John looked nervously around until he spotted what he was looking for. "Come on dad." Dana called, getting the little window opened. She started to climb through when a set of hands grabbed her. "Ackk" she screamed, trying to swat the clammy hands away. "Dad."
John looked over and ran to her aid, whacking the hands away. "Come on." he ordered, turning around. The front window crashed open and the people poured in, running to them like crazy.
"Dammit." John muttered, pulling her back into the girls' room. Inside he locked the door and gave his daughter a good once over. "Are you hurt?" he asked.
Dana shook her head. "What do they want?" she asked. "They don't look like vampires."
John scanned around the room, seeing if he could find an escape. "They aren't vampires. They're zombies." he answered.
Zombies!" Dana repeated. “Well, what do they want?”
John looked over and saw the distress in his daughters eyes. "Hey, I'm gonna get us out of here." he assured her, grabbing her head.
Dana smiled at him when she heard a screech outside, followed by loud music. "Dad, listen."
John stared at the door, as it broke from its hinges, sending John backwards.
Dana let out a terrified scream as the door fell, pinning her father down. She looked back up at the three zombie like people and looked around.
"Dana." John yelled.
"Dad." Dana squeaked, as the one heavy guy raised her up the wall, with his hands tightly around her throat. "Dad." she coughed, trying to breath.
"No!" John yelled, looking helplessly at the scene. "Dana."
Dana tried grabbing for anything on the wall to use to fight the zombie off but there was nothing and this man was just too strong. She could feel herself start to drift, when something happened. She felt energized and strong. She took the zombie by his wrist and wiggled out of his grasp as she twisted his arm behind him back, hearing the bone snap while she brought her elbow back to the other zombie coming up behind her. She stumbled backwards but didn't fall so Dan grabbed the guy's shoulder in front of her and twirled him hard into the woman as they both fell to the floor like pins.
But Dana's attention quickly fell on the other one as it advanced on her. Dana spun around, sending a high kick to the zombie's jaw and used her other leg to kick the zombie in the chest as it too fell down. She gasped at how well she was fighting because normally she sucked at it. Her brothers were more the fighters but not her. "Dad, do you see this?" she asked, excitedly and started to help him up when more zombies started to pour in. She yelped and on instinct grabbed the white pipe hooked from the ceiling and use it to swing herself forward and kicked the zombies back down. "Dad! A gun would be nice." Dana yelled, going right back to fighting the other three. She kneed the one and punched the other one as she flipped the last one but the heavy man grabbed her from behind and sent her into the wall.
"I thought zombie's bite. Why aren't they biting me?" she asked as they cornered her.
Standing up from where she fell, she glanced between the three and sent a high round kick to all of them and yelled for the gun again when the three just dropped. She looked over and saw her father had gotten his arm lose and shot them. Smiling, Dana ran over to help him up.
John looked around. "Where did you learn those moves?" he asked, looking at her curiously.
Dana shrugged at her dad and got out into the hall, expected to see a hallway full of zombies but there weren't any. She was more than confused but still on high alert and panting harder now. "How are we going to get out of here?" she asked him when she neared the corner and finally saw the large number of zombies coming toward her. She gulped and clung to her dad when when she heard him yell.
"Down." he called, pulling for his little girl down with him, They both covered their eyes when something was thrown into the place and smoke started to spread through the small store. Whatever it was smelled real bad too. Thier eyes stung when they opened their eyes and attacked when two men rushed in and grabbed them, dragging them out.
Dana and John coughed, looked around at all of the unconscious bodies in front of them and didn't hesitate any longer as they both got the upper hand on the men. Her father had flipped the one on the ground and Dana kneed her did the same by bringing her head back into the other guy and flipping him by the arm. She only stopped and pulled back when the stinging stopped and she saw who it was on the ground.
"It's just me." Dean yelled out as he got up. "I think you popped my shoulder out." He complained, rotating it.
"Dean." Dana squeaked. "What the hell are you doing here?" she asked, glaring at him now.
Sam held his hands up, blocking his dads solid punches. "We got done the job early and we thought you both could use our help." Sam explained, looking around as he too got up.
Dean groaned. "What are these things? They look human, but they don't die."
They're zombies." John stated.
Dean stared at his dad and huffed. "Zombies. That's new."
"How did you know to use the smoke?" Dana asked, looking back inside, seeing no one was following.
"There was too many, so we took a vote." Dean assured her.
John looked at his boys in anger and Sam shrugged. "Either burn the place to the ground or fight."
Dana's brows went up and Dean grinned at her. "We had no idea this would even work." he admitted and her eyes widened when she heard moans and saw some guys start coming out the broken window.
"Apparently it doesn't." she whispered, turning his brother around.
"Everyone to the vehicles now!" John ordered and started pulling Sam backwards while Dean pulled Dana. "Dana, with me. Sam and Dean will follow behind."
She looked to her brother but followed her dad's order and ran to get into the truck. John got in and started his truck up.
Dana stared at her brothers, seeing Dean fling something out of his window. He yelled something that she couldn't understand. "Dad." she screamed, seeing one of those things pop up in front of the truck. John backed up and turned the wheel, driving around him. They both looked out their windows as the gas station went up in flames.
She smirked and eyed her father. "Least we got gas."
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John pulled into a small diner and parked the car. Dana looked over seeing Dean pull in beside them and then looked back to her dad. "Are they gone?" she asked him and he nodded.
"For now." he told her and got out of the trunk to glare at Dean. "And you. You could have gotten yourselves killed with that stunt you guys pulled back there." he snapped.
Dana looked down and stepped out of the truck, watching them argue. "We were saving you two." Dean complained.
"No, you were looking for a way to get yourselves killed." John pressed and Dean rolled his eyes as Sam told him to let it go, then quickly apologized to their dad and shoved him forward. Dana just sighed and followed her family inside and found a booth in the back.
A young petite waitress whom, Dean found attractive, came up to serve them and he couldn't help but give her some cheesy pick up line about wanting some water because she was smoking hot. He really did want water though since it was free and her brothers weren't exactly rolling in cash. Papers were scattered all over the table of both her fathers and her brothers' work. She groaned when they mentioned the yellow eyed demon. "Can we just eat without any demon talk?" she asked.
John eyed her. Dana rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry dad. I know that this is very important." she began.
Dean whistled, peering out and over his sisters shoulder, watching the waitress walk farther away. John picked up his cup of coffee and eyed Dean. "Dean."
Dean jumped and looked over. "Yeah dad?" he asked.
"You have something on your shirt." Dana spoke up.
Dean falling for it every time looked down. "What is it?" he asked.
"Some drool." Dana teased, turning a piece of paper around.
Dean looked to his sister and took her pencil that she was using. "Whatcha drawing?" he asked.
Dana covered the paper and glared up at him. "Stuff, now give it back." she whined.
Dean shook his head. "Tell me that I rule."
"I'm not gonna lie to your face." Dana said.
Dean smiled and flicked the pencil at her. "Thank you......" he paused and scratched his head. "Wait a minute."
Sam let out a snort and placed his cup of hot tea down.
John shook his head. "Dean. Dean. Dean, you fall for it every time."
Dana threw her head back and let out a soft laugh. "You crack me up Dean."
Dean grinned at her and hit her leg. She reacted and brought her hand down to her leg. "Owww." she whispered.
Dean looked at her. "Whispering to yourself?" he asked.
Dana rolled up a napkin and got ready to throw it at him when John stopped her, ripping it from her hand. "Guys." he snapped.
Sam watched Dean and Dana straighten up. He looked over to his dad and snorted, only to get hit in the arm by Dean. "Dude." Sam said, turning to face him.
John looked up and rolled his eyes. "Food's here guys." he announced as the waitress placed their plates in front of the four of them. She asked them if she could get them anything else and when Dean asked for her number John cleared his throat, loud enough to get his son's attention.
Sam glanced over with the feeling of being watched. "Dana, I think someone's checking you out." he whispered, kicking her to get her attention.
Dana looked up from her food. "What?" she asked, looking around. She stopped and gazed at the teenager as he winked at her. Dana gave him a weak smile and turned to face Sam. "Creepy." she said.
Dean glared at the guy. "I know, just look at his cloths." he huffed. "It looks like he found them out of the dumpster."
Dana stepped on his foot. "Dean." she snapped.
Sam looked to his dad who was poured over the newspaper. "Find anything interesting?" he asked, wanting to change the subject onto something that wouldn't piss his father off.
John looked up. "Hmm." he asked, putting down the paper. He looked at everyones plate and at his. His wasn't even touched compared to them so he grabbed a sausage link and stuffed it in his mouth.
Dean grinned. "Check it out dad, this guy has his eyes set on Dana." he told him, laughing. A minute passed when he stopped and scratched his head. "Well, that's never good." Dean added, remembering what happened last time.
Sam snorted. "I have to agree with him. You and dating somehow do not mix."
Dana shot them both evil glares. "I date." she protested.
Dean picked up his mug and took a sip. "Not well." he stated.
"Well I used to be fine until all of the guys started jumping at me like some prize possession of theirs." Dana whined.
"Come on sis, they were just looking for some action." Dean joked.
Sam snorted. "Well that wasn't the kind of action they had in mind, but at least they got it."
Dana looked to her two brothers. "Do you both even hear yourselves?" she asked. "It's your job to keep the boys away." she went on.
Dean raised his brow at her. "Sis, you do a bang up job at that already." he snickered.
Dana covered her ears. "I'm not having this conversation with my brothers. In fact, I never heard a word that came out of your mouths." she said, rising from the table. "I'm going to the girls' room." she told her dad, walking away.
John looked up at his sons and sighed. "Why do you two give her such a hard time?" he asked.
They looked at him. "Come on dad, weren't you ever concern." Dean asked.
John heavily sighed and knew he should be more worried then he is right now. He asked for the check and a few boxes."Yes, but Dana's a big girl. She knows her rights from wrongs." he assured them. Something neither one of his sons mastered yet.
A minute later she came back, placing his card with two reciets down. John signed the one while the boys piled everyone's food into the boxes and stood up a long with their dad. He left the diner and looked to his sons. "Meet us at this motel." John spoke up, writing the address and name of the place down on a napkin.
Dean nodded and got in the impala with his brother. He put the car in reverse, and backed up, turned the wheel and shifted into drive as he drove off.
John watched them leave until the impala was a speck in the distance before he looked back inside. He should let Dana know they were leaving. So he started back for the diner.
Inside the boy stood up and walked over to their table where he glanced down at the name. Winchester. Smiling, he turned and walked down the hall to where the bathrooms were but paused when he saw John enter the diner. He hid and watched him walk farther down the hall. Dammit, he missed his opening.
But then he smirked when he saw John come back out and head outside without her. His eyes flashed to black slits as he walked back down the hall.
He knew better then to think this girl wasn't a Winchester, that she didn't have the power. He knew she could kill him, and if he had to die, he would. Not without a kiss though.
As he got closer to her, Devon could already taste her. And his mind was racing what all he would do to her fist. After he poisoned her, he could do anything he wanted with her. Make her scream and hurt her a thousand times before she had to be delivered to him.
After her dad left, Dana pulled out her lip gloss and rubbed some on her lips as she looked herself over in the mirror. She perched her lips together and made a loud popping sound. A part of her couldn't stop thinking about that boy who was checking her out. Satisfied, Dana turned and grabbed the handle to the door. She pulled on it and came face to face with the boy. "Hi." Dana said, slipping out of the bathroom quickly so he wouldn't take a peak of what was inside.
He smiled at her. "Hey. My name's Devon." he introduced.
"Dana." she whispered, blushing. She looked past his raggity cloths and greasy hair, glazing into those bright green eyes. She had to leave but something about him made her stay.
Devon smiled at her and leaned in, putting his hands on her face. At first Dana stood there puzzled, but began to grow warm and dizzy. Dana tried pulling away from the handsome man but he kept his hold, sliding his hand down her back and tightening his grip around her waist. He leaned closer to her, seeing it was working and met her soft warm lips with his.
Dana moaned as the kiss grew passionate. Her head was spinning and everything around her seemed fuzzy. Dana's arms and legs began to shake. The hunter in her kicked in and she tried to scream when someone jerked the guy off of her. She blinked and fell to the floor, grabbing her head. Dana tried making out her savior, but everything just kept spinning, and echoing. The walls seemed to grow in on her and the floor felt like it was sinking and rising, making her sick.
"Dana." A voice called.
She looked up to the person, hearing her name from every direction. Whoever it was looked far away every time. "What?" she asked, in a gasp.
Just talking took a lot of energy out of her. She covered her ears and clamped her eyes shut. "Stop." she wheezed.
John was tackled by the guy and they both fell onto the floor. The kid pulled out a knife from under his raggity clothes and started to shove it down to the man's neck all the while seething the Winchester name. John could see this wasn't an ordinary man now that he saw his eyes flash to black and began talking in Latin until the demon was kicked off of him from a shaky teenage girl.
John at first glared up at whoever it was but saw it was Dana and caught her before she fell. Hoisting her up, he ran as fast as he could down the hall. He pushed pass concerned people as he got her out of the building, leading her to his truck. He got her in the passenger seat and ran around, jumping in his side. John started the truck, backed up and hit the gas, speeding out of the parking lot.
"So dark and dizzy." Dana complained, clutching her head now, as she bowled over in the seat.
John's hand rested on her back, hearing a soft plea from his daughter. "What did he do to me?"
"We'll figure that out soon." he assured her, rubbing her back, as she tried to get Dean on the phone. He was dying to know what he did to her as well. He never came across a demon before who could do that but then again, he never came across zombies before either. This whole day was just weird even for him and he wasn't sure if the demon was the only thing responsible for today.
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Devon opened his eyes, feeling a burning sensation burst in his chest. He looked over to a little window, seeing Caleb. "Please." Devon begged. He turned back, seeing people come after him, and used his power to throw then backwards. Devon grinned and looked back to him. "I need one more shot." He felt it working, felt the power draining in her, but the man ruined it. He had to try again.
Caleb shook his head as the boy started to burst up in flames. Devon looked down in terror and yelled, seeing the flames form all over him. He looked back at the man, who turned and walked a couple feet away. "No!" he roared, until his ashes hit the floor.
The people stared in horror and screamed, when they felt themselves burn up. Caleb turned to stare at the diner, enjoying his view as the whole place blew up, leaving hundreds dead. He smiled and turned, seeing the one, who he serves. "We are getting closer." he informed her.
Buffy smiled. "Good. We can't let her destroy us. Did he kiss her?" the first asked.
Caleb grinned. "Yes he did." he replied. "But her father ruined it all."
Buffy smirked. "No, he didn't. It worked. I can feel it."
"But, her father."
"Will be taken care of momentarily." she grinned. "He'll leave her alone and that's when we're strike."
"What about the other two men?"
"Believe me. Those idiots can't stop me either." Buffy laughed as she disappeared. Caleb turned, glancing back at the building. He waved his hand and turned, walking into the woods to see how the others were coming along.
John grabbed his daughters hand. "It's gonna be okay Dana." he whispered.
Images flashed through her and she let out another shriek. He had briefly filled Dean in on what had happened, but the conversation had to be cut short. Right now, his daughter needed him. "They won't go away."
John brushed her hair back. "What won't go away."
"The girl. It's like she trapped in my head." Dana doubled over again, feeling the need to vomit, but clamped her mouth shut the best she could. She couldn't get her body under control and her face grew pale. "Dad." she whispered, before she passed out.
John looked over and shook her, trying to keep her up. "Dana..Dana!" he yelled, panicking. "Come on angel, wake up."
John pulled up next to the impala and came to an abrupt stop. He threw his door open and got out, pulling Dana out in his arms. He raced over to the door where his boys were and looked around, before opening it. "Dean, move." John demanded, running in.
Sam and Dean watched as their dad place her down on the couch. "Why isn't she waking up?" Dean asked, growing worried. His dad didn't sound to good on the phone earlier. He never got that scared since Sam was seven years old and broke his arm.
John barked orders instantly at his sons, as he watched over his little girl. "I don't understand. Her pulse is weakening."
Sam left to go get the bucket and water, as Dean stayed back to help. "Dad what happened?" he asked.
John looked to him. "I told you." he growled. He really hated to repeat himself.
By that Sam came out. He handed his dad the stuff and sat in the chair, staring at his sick sister. "You gotta be more specific dad." Dean started.
"It was that boy back at the diner. He attacked her." John snapped. One thing his boys were never allowed to do was ask questions, well that and keep the hunting thing a secret. Never give out your real info and all that.
Dean looked at him in confusion and stared at Sam, who shifted in his seat. "Well that doesn't sound supernatural." Dean said.
"He touched her." John added.
Sam started growing uncomfortable with this story. "Then, why does Dana look like she's about to become a ghost?" he asked.
"You guys don't get it. He wasn't human."
Sam eyed his brother and Dean's eyes perked up. Sam saw John's face from the side. "What else is there dad?"
John grabbed Dana's hand in his and squeezed it. "He kissed her too."
Dean looked back down at Dana. "He kissed her?" he exclaimed.
"And almost killed her too, smart ass." John snapped, turning to his oldest in rage.
Dean's eyes widened at his fathers. After a while John's eyes shifted to where Dana was. "I should have stayed with her."
"I take it that this happened when she was in the bathroom." Dean guessed.
Sam shot his brother a glare, warning him to stop. "I knew that guy was a creep the minute I saw him."
John shook his head and pounded his fist on the table. "Dad, you didn't know." Sam assured him.
"Did you kill him?" Dean asked.
John shook his head. "No, I didn't kill him. Knocked him out though."
"So, he could still come back." Dean raised to his feet, freaking out. "Dad, who knows what this guy did to her. She could be connected to him now."
Sam ignored his brother and kept asking the questions that were far more important. "What about his eyes? Did you get a good look at them?" Sam asked.
John rubbed his hand over his face. "They were green." he answered, indicating he couldn't have been possessed.
Sam stared at his dad. "That doesn't really give out a demonic vibe."
"He could have been a vampire." Dean suggested. "Did you see those cloths that he was wearing?"
John stood up. "There was too much sunlight."
"A shape shifter?" Sam asked.
He wasn't possessed or a vampire, or a shape shifter." John yelled, clearly growing frantic. "He was just a regular guy."
"A regular guy with a hidden agenda. Did the demon send him?" Dean asked.
Sam nodded. "Yellow eyes normally sends possessed demons after us."he stated.
Dean stared at John. "Was it an angry spirit or a zombie like earlier?" he asked.
"No Dean." John yelled. He dug in his jeans and pulled out his ringing cell phone. "Dammit." he cursed, looking down at the number. John answered it right away. "What do you got for me Jim?" he asked.
"The demon is somewhere in town John." Jim told him. "I'm not sure if he was the one who sent someone after Dana though."
John looked at his boys, clenching his jaw. "I'll be right there." he said, hanging up.
"What did he want?" Dean asked.
John looked at his sons. "The demon that killed your mom is somewhere in Salvation." he stated.
"That's ironic." Sam huffed. "What should we do then?"
John looked at him. "Stay back. Keep an eye and her. Things might just get worse from here."
"What about you?"
"I'm gonna kill this bastard once and for all." John told them. He leaned down, brushed Dana's hair back and kissed her on the forehead. "I'll be near by angel." he whispered, before standing back up. He looked to his boys and smiled. "I'll be fine." With that, John left the room.
Like always. Dean thought. He looked down at his baby sister and felt something go through his heart.
Sam pulled back the curtains as John pulled out of the parking lot. He checked all around to make sure they wouldn't get any surprises.
"Sam." Dean called, pointing to Dana.
Sam turned and looked down to see his little sister stirring. She kept moaning and panting, and Sam ran to her side. "Dean..." he started to panic, when she opened her eyes. "What happened?" she asked.
Dean and Sam both blew out in a sigh of relief. "How do you feel?" Dean asked, crouching down beside her.
Dana looked at him. "Good I guess." she paused and looked around the room. "Where's dad?"
"He went after the demon." Dean told her.
Dana's eyes widened.. "The demon that killed mom? Shouldn't we help him?" she asked, trying to fight against Dean's struggle to get up.
"He doesn't want us too." Dean stated. "Dana, take it easy." he forced her down after nine tries.
She glared at him. "Dean, I feel fine." Dana dug her nails into his arm and he let go. Smiling, she stood real fast. "Dad needs...." she stopped, as everything started spinning again.
"Dana." Sam started.
"I don't feel so...whoa." Dana muttered, falling back down on the couch.
"You okay?" he asked, grabbing for her arms.
Dana shook it off, whatever it was and used Sam as support. "I just stood up to fast thats all." Dana assured him. "I'm fine now." she stated, walking away from Sam.
Dean stared at Sam with a raised eyebrow. Sam shrugged and grabbed his bag, as Dean grabbed his. They had to leave immediately, just for precautions.
Dana walked into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on her face. She looked into the mirror and could have sworn she saw another blonde woman, staring back at her. "Lets go Dana!" Dean yelled, pulling back the door.
He stepped out into the sunlight and glanced around. Sam walked out behind him. "Does it seem to quiet out here?" Sam asked.
Dean nodded. "You noticed that too."
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Back Inside Dana wiped her face with the hand towel. She paused and all her neck hairs stood up. Did everything just get too quiet all of a sudden? She turned and came face to face with a strange vampire with a hump. Immediately she kicked up her feet, but was overwhelmed with the waves of the dizzies. He grabbed the back of her neck and smiled, showing her his teeth.
Dana stared at him in fear. What was going on with her? "Guys." she yelled, as the vamp slammed her face into the mirror. Dana hit it with sharp pain and fell to the floor, kicking her foot out, as the vampire tumbled. He leaped on top of her and smirked at her, when something slid into his stomach. He looked down and saw a piece of glass and laughed.
Sam and Dean turned around to see Dana fighting off a guy. They started to move forward when Sam felt something grab him from behind. He turned and sent a punch to his attacker.
Dean felt a hand on his shoulder and someone lift him up. "Sam." he yelled.
The thing raising Dean flew him back against his car. Dean fell to the ground, grabbing for his gun. "Get away from them." he yelled, shooting at the man in front of him. He wore a black robe and his eyes were Xed out. "What the?" Dean thought. The man fell flat against the ground. Dean pointed it at Sam's attacker, as his gun was kicked from his hands. He looked up seeing a woman. She was decked out in black leather pants and a camouflage tank top. "You must be Max?" he guessed.
She picked Dean up and threw him into the wall. Dean spun around as she threw a punch and grabbed her arm. "Okay, now I'm mad." he snapped, twisting her arm behind her back. She quickly sent her head backwards into Dean's face and grabbed his arm, throwing him over her shoulder. Dean landed on the ground and quickly dodged her boot as it connected with the pavement.. She turned quickly as Dean was already on his feet.
He sent a kick to her face and she stumbled back and smirked, kicking him hard in the stomach. Dean flew backwards, landing into the wall. He looked around and grabbed a half broken brick, bringing it down on the woman's face. She again stumbled backwards and Dean dove at her feet, taking her down to the ground with him. He pinned her down and had his hands tightly around her throat. "Who are you?" he demanded.
The woman smiled and dug her nails into Deans skin, bringing her elbow to his gut. She wrapped her arm around Deans neck and kicked him over top of her, sending him flying into the empty barrels. Dean laid their and tried getting up. He watched as she walked up to him, pulling out a sword.
Sam felt his nose crack. His attacker grabbed him and pulled him forward, kneeing him in the stomach. The other woman, fighting Sam spun him around and flung him over toward his brother. He doubled over the barrels and fell into his brother. "Damn these chicks are tough." he whispered, turning back around. She kicked him, placing her foot on his chest. The other girl did the same to Dean, as she handed her friend a sword.
"Sam." Dean started.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"We just got our asses' kicked by girls."
Through the vampire's laugh, Dana's eyes narrowed and she head butted the guy. Sending her hand to his face and kicking him off of her. Dana jumped to her feet, feeling energized for some reason and smirked at the group of vamps that formed outside the bathroom door. They all stared at her and attacked her at once, Dana, dodging their every move.
Dana rolled out of the bathroom, ducking from a large knife. She watched as one of the attackers' blades slid into a vampire. She screamed as he turned around, and kicked her foot out, sending him flying back into the others. Dana turned and ran to the door to get to Sam and Dean.
Once outside she looked over seeing two woman point swords at her brothers. She grabbed the attacker from behind her and flung him over her shoulder. Dana dodged another attack and raced over, jumping on a run down car. She cart wheeled off the hood and turned back to them, ducking from their knives. Dana brought her leg up to his chest and kicked out, sending the pile of guys backwards into the car.
Once they were taken care of, she turned onto the next.
The girls stopped and looked over at the cause, hissing at the girl. "Slayer." the one whispered.
Dean and Sam looked at each other and grabbed the swords, pushing them upward, sending them into their stomachs'. The women doubled over and they kicked their feet up, slamming their boots into the girls' faces. The girls stumbled backwards and fell as Dana crouched down, spreading her leg out. She snorted and helped her brothers up.
"Dana, how?" Dean started.
Dana shrugged. "Don't ask."
Sam looked at her. "Why did she call you the slayer?" he asked.
"I don't know, maybe I remind her of someone." Dana guessed. Maybe, the dreams are making sense now.
Dean stared between them. "Wait, as in the vampire slayer?" he asked.
Dana rolled her eyes, grabbed their shoulders and kicked off, sending blows into the girls. "Why don't we get out of here?" she asked.
Dean and Sam nodded and looked around. "This is gonna be fun." Dean whispered.
Dana smiled, feeling so much stronger. "Leave it to me. Just get to the car."
Sam grabbed her arm. "What about you?" he asked.
Dana twirled and threw her foot up, connecting the one womans jaw with her shoe. "Start driving, Trust me." she assured them, ducking and dodging the womans fist.
Dean pulled Sam toward the car and found it quite easier as they all focused on Dana. They got in the car and started it up. "Dana!" Dean called.
Dana looked out and through her many attackers. "Go!" she screamed. I can handle this! She smirked to her friends. "There's nothing a Winchester can't do." she muttered.
Dean didn't have to be told twice as he squealed the tires and placed it in drive. "Dean." Sam yelled, swatting off his attacker from the passenger side. "Sit back." he yelled, cocking his gun and aiming it at the guy. Sam pressed his back against the seat with his eyes shut tight. He heard the gun shot from the gun and felt it whiz pass him, crashing into the mans chest. Sam opened his eyes and looked back out the window as his attacker fell off. "You were close Dean." Sam snapped.
"I didn't hit you." Dean assured him, checking in his rear view mirror for Dana. There was no sign of her in the group of demons anywhere. "Where is she?"
Sam looked behind him, scanning the background for her. "She'll be here." he assured his brother, seeing her nowhere in sight either. "I hope." he mumbled.
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Dana felt herself go down. She couldn't take on this many. Why did she think she could handle it? Hands grabbed at her in every direction, covering her body and face. She tried kicking, but they held her legs, pinning them down to the ground. Same with her arms and head. She looked up at the woman. "What do you want?" she asked.
She smiled at her. "You." she snapped, flicking her hands toward everyone.
Dana felt her hands and legs go free. She grinned and jumped up, getting in a fighting position.
The woman threw her head back and laughed. "You can't fight us. More will come until you're eliminated." she stated.
Dana stretched out her hands. "Then kill me." she spat.
She shook her head. "That isn't allowed, but this is." the woman said, kicking her stomach.
Dana fell back into a bush, scraping her arms. She looked up just as the woman jumped a couple feet in the air, bringing her fist down. Dana's eyes widened and she moved from her spot, rolling under a man. She kicked him in the back and watched him fall into the woman. Dana scrambled to her feet and twisted around, sending a round kick to her face.
She caught it and twisted her foot, pulling her forward, the woman threw her in the air.
Dana hit the edge of the roof and fell freely. She reached her hand up and grabbed the tip, trying to pull herself up. Once she pulled herself up and over, the woman stood in front of her, kicking her back down. Dana rolled and fell, hanging onto the edge with just her finger tip. She gulped, staring down at them. The group was like hungry wolves, waiting for their first kill. Dana looked back up at the woman. "What are you?" she asked.
The woman smiled and knelt down in front of Dana, pulling her up by her chin. "A god." she hissed, tossing her back out into the crowd.
The woman watched as she fell out in the open. It wasn't long as she was covered with piles of demons. She turned, seeing the impala coming back. She sighed and jumped down, landing on her feet. "They never learn." she whispered, harshly, walking out in the middle of the road.
Sam grabbed the roof of the impala. "Dean." he yelled.
Dean looked down, seeing that he was going almost eighty. "Come on bitch."
As they neared Sam closed his eyes, but the car suddenly stopped. He saw the woman standing an inch away from the hood of the car. Dean opened the door, but was pushed back in by an invisible force. "What the..."
Sam tried doing the same, but failed also. He turned his head, hearing a truck blow its horn from a distance behind. "Oh god. Dean."
Dean tried starting the car over and over again, but still nothing. "We're locked in." Dean yelled, trying to pull at his seat belt.
Sam looked back, seeing the truck closer then before, and picking up speed. He turned back to the woman and stared at her.
The woman smiled with her success and frowned at the boy in the passenger seat. She saw the truck abruptly stop behind their bumper. She walked over and yanked open Sam's door, pulling him out. "What did you do?" she asked.
Sam fell to the asphalt and looked back at her. "My own special trick." he replied, getting up.
She ran over and kicked him hard in the back, sending him flying down in the dirt.
Dean sighed in relieve, almost peeing himself. He patted his baby and looked over at Sam and the woman, before glancing back to where Dana was. His eyes widened in horror. Where did Dana and the pile of demons go?
Dean looked around, panicking for his baby sister. He looked over at his brother and the woman, stretching in the back for his rifle, he pulled it close to his chest and aimed it at the woman, shooting off a round. The bullet went straight into the woman and she fell down next to Sam, staring blankly and lifelessly at him.
Sam scrunched up his face and pushed her aside. Getting up he dusted off his jeans and wiped his hands. "Dean, you almost shot me....again." he stated, looking in at him.
Dean smirked at him and sat the rifle down. "I didn't hit you."
Sam glanced up, seeing the door from the truck open, as a man stepped out. He looked more like a priest. "Oh man, I'm so sorry. I must not have seen you." Caleb apologized.
Sam smirked at him. "It's okay. No one's hurt." he assured the man.
"What." Dean yelled, jerking his door open. He turned and walked over to the guy. "You almost crashed into my car."
Caleb looked at the impala and back at him. "You were just in the middle of the road." he stated.
"My car stalled." Dean told him. "It wouldn't start."
Caleb pointed over to the car, hearing the engine come to live. "Looks to me she's fine." he whispered.
Sam's brows raised, as he sat in the car. "Come on Dean."
Dean inched closer to the man, smelling the smell of mint. "How did you know that it's a she?" he asked.
Caleb smirked at him. "A handsome devil like you, why wouldn't you call her a she? The road gets lonely at night." the priest asked.
Dean grinned at him. "Too much information pal." he assured him, getting back into his car. Dean hit the gas and started down the road, keeping an eye on the priest.
Sam pulled out his dads journal. "Think they took her?" he asked, flipping through the pages
Dean nodded and turned the corner, parking off to the side. "I think she's still around here." he replied.
Caleb watched them until they were out of sight. He walked back over to the truck, pulling out a duffel. Caleb made his way over to the woman and nudged her with his foot. "Hey, get up." he yelled.
She began to cough, as she opened her eyes. "What happened?" she asked, feeling all sorts of pain. "Did someone just shoot me?"
Caleb hoisted her to her feet and threw the bag toward her. "Kill them this time." he whispered, harshly.
The woman stared at him, putting the strap over her. "I will." she assured him.
Caleb grabbed her shoulders and pulled her close to him, feeling her shake. "If you fail and die, I won't come to your rescue." he warned.
She shook her head and watched him walk off. "Where are you going?" she asked.
Caleb smiled, getting into the truck. "I have a date with a cute little blonde tonight." he told her, slamming his door and driving off.
Dean and Sam spent most of their evening searching around the motel and close places where Dana could have been taken. Just the thought of Dana getting hurt by those things, tied knots in Deans stomach. He found it hard keeping his breakfast down from earlier. "I'm gonna kill them." Dean yelled, slamming his fist into a wall.
Sam looked over at him. "Where are all of the bodies? And the girl who tried killing me?" he asked, walking over to him. "You did shoot her right?" he asked, eying his brother.
"Yes." Dean assured him. "My aim doesn't suck like yours."
"So whet did she do then? Get up and walk away like nothing happened?"
"That's exactly what she did."
They both looked over at the door. "Who the hell are you?" Dean asked, pulling out his gun.
"Do you always carry that with you?" Giles asked, wiping off his glasses. He looked around the room and sighed. "I'm afraid I came too late." the British man said, sitting down in the nearest chair.
Sam and Dean gestured toward each other and made their way over to the older man. This guy looks harmless. Hell this guy looks like he can be my grandfather. Dean thought, pulling up a seat next to him. "Too late for what?" he asked.
Giles looked at him. "To help Dana and train her. They got to her first and now she'll never survive." he explained.
Dean wanted to hit him so bad. He wasn't going to let some stranger talk about his sister like that. Would it be wrong to hit an older man? Dean smirked at the man and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him forward. "Do you know who they are?" he asked. It would be wrong of him not to find out. He pulled his arm back to get ready to hit him when he heard his brother yell his name. Rolling his eyes he fiercely let him go.
Giles pulled out his handkerchief and rubbed it against his forehead. "Dana isn't ready to face it yet."
"Face what?" Dean growled.
"The end of the world." he told him.
"She's just sixteen." Dean blurted.
Giles stared at him with sympathy. "She was chosen." he answered, looking down.
Sam's eyes went wide, as Dean looked up at him. "By the yellow eyed demon." Dean whispered.
Sam turned away. "How did he get to her though?" he asked.
Giles looked at them. "For goodness sake men, what are you talking about?" he asked.
They stared at him. "The demon. He got to me when I was a baby and killed our mother." Sam told him.
"I had no idea." Giles said, giving them his condolences.
Sam looked at him weird, nodding his head. "What do you mean by chosen then?" he asked.
Dean snapped his fingers and stood up. "Slayer, that woman out there said Dana was a slayer." he remembered.
Rupert nodded. "In every generation a slayer is born. She alone must stand agaisnt the vampires and the forces of evil. She is the Slayer." Giles stated.
Sam looked at Dean. "I thought those were just stories." he began.
Giles stood up. "Has Dana been having any weird dreams lately, where she wakes up sweating or panting?" he asked.
They looked at each other. "Our dad told us something about that, but Dana never talked about her dreams. Why? What do they mean?" Dean asked.
"That the First is here."
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Dana was dragged down a long dirt path, leading into a cave, where the guy, pulling her opened the door and was greeted by two women. They smiled at him and hoisted her up to her feet, taking each of her arms and leading her inside. Dana felt like she was being dragged forever. "Where am I?" she asked, but knew no one would give her that answer.
Torches were held up everywhere, casting off the walls, as she was brought down a flight of stairs leading into a long narrow hallway. She gulped, hearing piercing screams from the other rooms, followed by chants and growls. Dana looked around the underground place in disgust when she was pushed to the ground. She lifted her head from the dirt and came face to face with a young priest. "Who are you?" she asked.
Caleb smiled at her and backhanded her across the face. Dana's head turned to the side as she spit out some blood. Caleb stood and stared at the girls. "She wants to test her, before she faces her." he stated.
They nodded and picked Dana back up, dragging her through a heavy wooden door. She looked around as she was dragged down another long hall, seeing dozens of large doors on both sides. She forced her body to stop at a large door, that vibrated, followed by a large growl. "What's in there?" she asked.
The girls smiled and threw her in her room. "Something much bigger than you." they said, walking back out.
Dana heard them lock the room and looked around. Clearly she wasn't in Kansas anymore. Dana stumbled back from the door, as someone opened it. "Hey." she called, as a hooded figure walked into the room.
He looked up and pulled down his hood. His smile made her relax a little. "I'm Riley." he said, holding out a pile of cloths.
Dana reached out and took the cloths. "Dana. Where am I?" she asked, turning from him and changing.
Riley looked away from her. "I know who you are, and this place is what nightmares are all about." he stated.
Dana zipped up her outfit and turned, facing him. "You look human." she whispered.
Riley smirked at her. "Looks can be deceiving."
They both smiled at each other. "So, did you grow up down here or what?" Dana asked, sitting down on her bed.
Riley looked down. "I was handed off." he answered after a long pause.
She looked at him. "How?" she asked.
Riley took a deep breath. "I didn't fit into the world. My parents always wanted a normal child, but that's not what they got. They loved me, but too many people were piecing it together. They couldn't be seen with me anymore. People get banned or killed from these things." he started, looking up at her. "They were worried I would get out of control."
Dana looked at him. "What things?" she asked.
"Where I come from some things were considered a curse. I was one of them. My birth was very strange. My parents and guardian found a witch and allowed her to cast a spell on me....." Riley trailed off.
"What was the spell for?" Dana asked.
Riley looked down. "Too keep me from transforming." he stated.
"Into what?" Dana asked.
Riley locked his brown eyes with hers and she thought for a minute she saw him flinch at the question. It reminded her of someone ripping a band aide off in the blink of an eye. "Something hideous that surely would have brought bad luck to everyone, especially destruction." he continued. People found out about the witch once the spell started fading. It wasn't as powerful back then."
"What did they do to her?" Dana asked.
"Killed her. My parents wanted to help her for what she did, but they couldn't do anything really. The next day I woke up and found my parents dead in bed, with their throats slit. I knew our family and friends killed them and everything changed in me. I couldn't control myself, so I destroyed the entire village. No one was a match for my true form. Slaughtered everyone and brought down every building. My guardian was the only one left. She came out of hiding and hid me in the woods before the general showed up. She brought me to a secure place where more witches performed magic on me. After that I changed back into a boy and was handed off to a couple of men who knew a couple people. Now I can't turn into the thing that destroyed my life." Riley explained. "Now I'm a slave."
Dana walked over and touched his hand. "I'll help get you out of here." she assured him.
"No." Riley snapped, turning from her. "I'd rather die down here."
Dean looked over at Sam and rolled his eyes. Sam glared at him when Dean motioned something to him with his mouth. He turned to the older man, ignoring his brother as usual. "So if she's the slayer, what does that make you?" Sam asked.
"I'm her watcher." Giles answered.
Dean shook his head. "That's just creepy. My sister doesn't go for old guys."
Giles and Sam both gave him a look. "Not like that idiot." Sam shot.
Dean glanced at him and back toward her 'watcher' "Where did they take her?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at him. Clearly, he still wasn't convinced by this whole slayer chosen destiny crap.
Giles stared at him. "Too Caleb. He serves the First."
Dean stood up and loaded his gun. "How do we bust her out then?" he pressed.
Giles turned in his chair. "I'm afraid it's not that simple." he told him.
Dean walked over and picked Giles up by his shirt. "Find a way." he warned.
"Dean, can we talk now?" Sam asked, raising from his seat. He followed his brother outside and closed the door.
"What?" Dean asked, turning to face him.
Sam pushed him. "I did my research Dean. This First isn't just evil. It is evil. As in the First evil. If we're not careful Dana could die." he explained.
"And do we really have to listen to him?" Dean asked, pointing in the window at Giles.
Sam gazed in and sighed. "I read about them too. Watchers know more about demonology then anyone else." he told him. "He's a good source, working for the good guys...and he used to...." Sam trailed off and looked away.
Dean looked at him. "Used to what?" he asked.
Sam took a deep breath. "Before Dana, there was another slayer." he started.
"Who?" Dean asked.
Sam looked back at him and pulled out a picture that he printed from the web. "Her name was Buffy Summers."
Dean's eyes widened. "What?
“That name sounds familiar." he rushed toward the door and opened it, heading straight toward Dana's stuff.
Sam eyed him as he followed him into the room. "You can't just go through her journal Dean."
Dean found the page and looked up at his brother, his eyes saucers. "I saw her again. She's always coming to me in my dreams and I have no idea who she even is...."
Sam's brow went up, along with Rupert's. Dean paused before continuing. "Her name escapes me, but I can't forget her face, those blue eyes, and her blond hair; the fear on her face. She was scared, which made me scared. Something bad happened to her and I think she wants me to know what it was." Dean looked at his brother and directly to Giles. "How did she die?" he asked.
Sam looked over to him and Giles took off his glasses, feeling tears come to his eyes. "She was getting ready to go into battle with this evil, when Caleb showed up. Killed her and everyone around her. I was re-instated back to England until a new slayer rose to her destiny. Dana Winchester" he explained.
"Why Dana? She's already a hunter. She doesn't have time to be the slayer." Dean yelled.
Sam stared at him. "Dana doesn't have a choice, just like I...."
Dean shot his hand up in front of Sam's face. "Don't you dare say it." he snapped.
Sam looked up at Dean. "Maybe we should call dad." he whispered.
Dean nodded. "I'll go make the call." he said, heading out of the room. That was the smartest thing anyone thought of all day.
Sam nodded and looked over at Giles unsure of what to say or do.
Giles looked at him and pulled out his books. "Are you going to help me or stand there all day?" he asked, pulling over a seat.
Sam walked over and sat down. Dean walked in and sat down on the bed. "What is it?" Sam asked, turning his body to face him.
Dean let out a long sigh and looked to his brother while running his hand down his face.
Sam looked at Dean. "How does she have slayer blood in her?"
"Dad said there was a hunt that went bad. Dana got really hurt and needed a lot of blood fast. That was around the time Buffy Summers was there. Her mom was really sick and when she saw Dana, I don't know why, but I guess Buffy gave her some of her blood. After that Dana was fine until Summers died and that was when the dreams started." Dean explained.
Giles looked down. "Buffy was the best slayer. I was sure that she would win."
Dean glared up at him. "So now she hands the thrown over to our sister." he snapped.
"Dean." Sam started.
Dean looked at his brother. "Dad knew that she was the slayer." he went on.
"So then he knew that Dana would become the next." Sam finished.
Dean nodded. "Dad and his secrets."
"They're gonna get him killed one of these days." he added.
Sam turned to the older man. "What happens if Dana loses to the First?" he asked.
Giles looked at him. "Another slayer would take her place."
Dean's eyes widened as he stared at him. "If she dies!" he proclaimed.
The Watcher nodded and Sam shared a look with Dean. Their sister wasn't dying anytime soon. "Do you know the location where they could be keeping her?" Sam asked.
Giles grew quiet and looked down. "Come on pal, help us out here. Dana's not ready to face whatever they'll throw at her." Dean roared. "She's too young to die!"
"I know dammit." Giles spat, glaring at the boy.
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Dana felt like she wanted to cry and scream all at once. She walked up to him and put her hand on his shoulder. "Then help me." she pleaded. "I'm only sixteen years old. I have brothers who need me." she told him. "I have to get back to them."
Riley closed his eyes and clenched his jaw before sharply pulling away. He turned around to face her. It was his job to keep her here no matter what she had to say. He wasn't this heartless but he wasn't human either. "Down here, family doesn't mean anything." he snapped.
Dana's eyes widened. "And you're okay with that?" she asked.
Riley laughed. "Why wouldn't I be? My family is dead."
Dana felt her blood boil as she charged at the guy. He looked only eighteen as she pinned him against the door with her hands around his neck. "Mine isn't." she hissed. "Maybe family doesn't mean anything to you but it still means a lot to me." Actually family meant everything to her. And she wasn't about to let this guy keep her from her brothers. Her eyes softened a little bit as she stared at him. "Please, just help me get out of here."
Riley stared at her in amazement. He knew she was strong but he didn't know she was this strong. He'll just have to find that out later on when she has to face the monster that lives down here. Riley shook his head. Right now, he had to focus. He looked deep into her eyes. He licked his lips seeing sadness in them. "I...I can't." he pushed her away from him and looked away real fast. "She doesn't want you to leave."
Dana stared at him. "Whose she?" she asked, backing away from him a little. Is this the person who wanted her here? Is she the one that guy was talking about earlier? Is she the reason her and her brothers were ambushed back at the motel? Is she working with the yellow eyed demon? Her head started spinning from all of these questions floating around and her legs started to quiver.
Riley looked to the girl wondering why she was so quiet and saw the color drain from her face. He had already said to much to her and part of his heart broke for the girl. Riley wanted to leave her be but before he knew it, he was by her side, holding her up from almost doubling over. He placed his hand under her arm and led her backwards, pushing her down onto her cot. He laid her back against the mattress and licked his lips again as he stared up at her, brushing her hair out of her face. "Easy." he told her, rubbing her arm.
Dana looked at him through her eyelashes as she felt extremely tired. "You look like you've done this before." she said, admiring how he was handling the situation. He was making sure her pulse was strong and that she didn't have any wounds on her that could get infected but if she was the slayer then he already knew she heals faster then the human body.
Riley looked down as he dropped her hand to the bed. "I had an older brother growing up." he admitted.
Dana's eyes widened a little as she tried pushing herself up with her hands. "What happened to him?"
Riley looked at her and sighed. He looked back to the door and shook his head. Dana looked down to her lap and took a deep breath. "Is he down here too?" Dana asked.
Riley looked back at her and shook his head. "He's dead." he told her.
"How did he die?" Dana asked. If he didn't answer she would understand.
Riley closed his eyes. He's not. he thought to himself. He opened his eyes to look at Dana and backed away from her. "I should go." he left before she could stop him.
Outside her door, Riley leaned against the wooden frame as he looked to the door with the monster in. He couldn't even call that thing in there his brother anymore.
"We can't stay here and not do anything to help her." Dean yelled at the old man.
Rupert looked at him. "We're doing all that we can for her right now." he tried assuring him.
"By looking in books? How is that going to lead us to wherever the hell Dana is?" Dean asked.
"Listen, if you and your brother go storming in to save her, not only will she die but so will you two idiots." Giles replied, taking his glasses off to rub his eyes. Dealing with these two is worse then dealing with a slayer.
"You already said you faced this before with whatever her name was. Why don't you tell us what you already know and I won't have to kill you myself." Dean warned him.
"For the millionth time, her name is Buffy." Giles repeated. "If I tell you everything I know would that shut you up?" he asked. This man was giving him a headache.
Dean glared at the man when Sam pulled him to the side. He looked at his brother giving him the 'don't even start' look. "Dean, we have to calm down about this."
"Our little sister is gone Sam and we don't know where she is." Dean reminded him.
"I get that and we'll find her." he promised him. "Look, Dana proved to us that she can take care of herself. Wherever she is I'm sure she's fine."
"Yeah, well you didn't have to tell dad we got our baby sister kidnapped." Dean spat.
"What did he say?" Sam asked. He kinda figured his dad would have blown up on his brother but asking him about that didn't cross his mind. He just wanted to know why they thought Dana was a slayer.
"That he wants us to fix it. I guess he was busy scoping out a demon they were tailing that could lead them to the demon or something." Dean answered.
"Did he think this was related to the demon?" Sam asked.
Dean shook his head. "All he said was the demon was not behind this."
Sam furrowed his brows. "What are you thinking then?"
"Well, after dad told me what had happened, I'm starting to think he's right, along with the old guy." Dean admitted.
"Which is?" Sam pressed.
Dean shared a look with him and sighed. "That Dana is the slayer and she has no idea what she's up against."
Sam looked at his brother. "Dana can get through anything."
Dean eyed him while shaking his head. "Not this...not alone." he trailed off as he looked to the empty bed where Dana should have been.
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Hours have gone by and Dean was still growing restless. He sighed in frustration as he slammed shut the book he had been skimming through, unable to find anything more out about the First. All he needed to know if there was a way to kill it. This evil would pay for taking his sister. If the First had some big plan for her, they should be there backing her up. Wherever she was, instead of reading through century old books that apparently held no useful information on this big bad.
The silence around him was growing on the man as Dean stared at his brother. The young hunter was buried in research with several books in front of him, his eyes darting from everyone page open. Dean rolled his eyes, picked up his book and tossed it in front of Sam, watching as his brother jumped from the noise. Sam looked up at him and Dean smiled. Finally, he got his attention.
"Find anything?" Sam asked, stifling a yawn. He leaned back in his seat and rubbed his face. Checking the clock on the wall, Sam glanced to the window as it started getting light out. Have they been at this all night, he wondered. Sam looked back at the open books piled on the table. "Because I got nothing." he added. Five hours of nothing.
He could really go for some coffee right about now. Sam scratched the back of his head and looked to his brother, seeing the look on his face. He didn't find anything either. "I hate to say it but this is useless, Sam." Dean said. "Obviously this big bad doesn't want to be found."
Sam closed one of the books he had read and yawned again, pondering what to do next. There has to be some way to find where Dana is. "What about this Caleb guy? Giles said he serves the First so maybe he knows all about this evil." Sam wondered.
Dean started to reply to his brother but was cut off when the older man to his right spoke up. "I'm certain this Caleb guy doesn't want to be found either."
"He must not be that hard to find if whats-her-name found him before." Dean snapped.
Sam looked between the two and saw his brother was pushing this guys buttons again. "Buffy, Dean. Her name is Buffy." he whispered, giving Giles a nod of his head when he silently thanked the young man for stepping in. His brother had a tenancy to have that affect on pretty much everyone he ever came across, just like their dad.
Dean shot a look at his brother. "Whatever. She found the guy before and you being her watcher should know where he is." he pressed.
Giles took off his glasses and looked to him. "I told you, Caleb goes wherever the First goes but I have no idea where exactly that is. Dana could be anywhere. She could already be dead."
This got Sam's attention. "If the First wanted her dead, she would have been by now, but for the past couple of days, It was just testing her." he assured him.
"Yes, probably to make sure she was the next true slayer in line." Giles told him. "And once It found her, the First wouldn't stop at nothing until she was right where the First wanted her.
Dean rolled his eyes. The more he heard this slayer crap about Dana, the harder he was believing it. "Dana is not the slayer. She's a hunter just like me and Sam and I don't care what anyone says."
Sam sighed and looked down. "It doesn't matter what you think or not because she is the slayer and a very important girl to the world." Giles barked, standing up so fast his chair hit the wall.
"Yeah, whose about to be swallowed whole by some evil she shouldn't even be a part of. The only reason she's in this mess is because that Summers girl decided to give her some of her blood. What, weren't their any other slayers out in the world? I mean, why did she have to pick her?" he fumed.
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Dana wasn't about to sleep down here. She wasn't about to sit back and wait to be tested either like that priest had said about her. She needed to find a way out of here and get back to her brothers. Dana was never the type to give up either. Obviously who took her, didn't know her very well. They didn't know her brothers like she did. They wouldn't rest until they found her.
Dana caught herself smiling as she thought about Sam and Dean. Yeah, they'll find me. Dean will make whoever took me pay too. Nobody messes with his little sister and lives. It's not like she couldn't handle herself because she could but sometimes Dean was a little too protective over her and Sam. This was just another way to prove to him how much she could handle. Sam knew how tough she was and thankfully he wasn't as over-bearing like Dean.
She frowned and let out a groan as she leaned against the wall. Where were they? What was taking them so long to find her? Dana's eyes widened and her heart started beating fast as she thought the worst. What if they got ambushed again? What if they were somewhere down here and she didn't know it? What if part of her test included killing her brothers?
Clamping her eyes shut, Dana screamed as loud as she could. She knew it was probably worthless but the second someone opens the door, she'll get one step closer to finding a way out of here.
When no one came, Dana grew quiet and threw her fist into the wall. Her knuckles cracked open and she cried out as she ran to the bed and st down. She cradled her arm and looked down at her fist to examine the damage when she heard a light knock on the door. Her eyes darted to the door. She couldn't really fight her way out of the room now. "Dana, it's Riley. Can I come in?" she heard the boy whisper.
Dana clenched her jaw but remained seated. "Why should I let you in?" she shot back. It was quiet for a moment when she heard the lock turn. She got to her feet and ran toward the door slamming it shut with her weight once Riley cracked it.
Riley didn't know why she was so mad at him. Was it because he didn't want to help her escape? No one ever does. Why does she think she could? Dana didn't understand what really went on down here. This place was his home and even though he didn't like it, he had nowhere else to go. She just couldn't understand that. Then again, she had a family she needed to get back too. If he had a family too, he would say and do whatever to get back to them.
He sighed and started opening the door. There was no way Dana was sleeping. Her tricks just wouldn't work on him. He could feel his heart beat faster and he didn't know why. "I'm coming in-." Riley felt the door slam back on him and he tumbled backwards. "Dammit." Riley hissed, becoming angry. He clenched his fist and took a couple breath, looking at the door mostly in fear now. "Don't change." he kept telling himself.
When he didn't, Riley grinned and walked back to the door. He put his hand on it and he swore he could feel Dana on the other side. "Dana, I know you're mad at me and I know you probably don't want to speak to me right now but who else are you going to talk to? I'm your only friend down here."
"We're not friends!" Dana spat harshly through the door.
Riley closed his eyes. He thought about just walking away. There was nothing else he could say to her. "Fine, if that's what you think, I'll leave." he shot back, though it hurt him more then it probably hurt her, and turned to start to walk away. He stopped suddenly and waited there when the door started to open.
Riley whirled around to see Dana emerging from her room and crossed his arms. "Going somewhere?" he asked her with a smirk.
When Dana said what she did, she thought he left but was shocked to find him still outside her room when she opened the door. Her jaw almost dropped to the floor as she held his gaze. "What do you want, Riley?" she hissed, moving back into a fighting position. Her hands up close to her face in case she needed to defend herself.
Riley chuckled a little but one look at her fists made him start to move to her. "What happened?" he asked, worriedly.
Dana eyed him confusingly and looked down to her fist before quickly putting them behind her back. "Nothing." she lied.
Riley stopped just before her, reached his hand behind her back and pulled her hand out so he could get a better look. He scanner her fist seeing the knuckle was split open. His fingers trailed over the cuts and to his surprise Dana didn't pull out of his grasp. "Does this hurt?" he asked, applying a little pressure with his thumb. She hissed and he looked into her eyes. "Sorry." he admitted, sheepishly.
Dana smiled and used her free hand to brush a strand on blonde hair out of her eyes. "It's okay. I'll live." she joked, meeting his gaze.
He got lost in her blue eyes and his heart skipped a beat, forgetting why he was here. Riley smiled at her and he started to lean in when Dana hissed as she pulled her hand away. Riley stopped and shook his head. With a frown he looked back at hand as she cradled it. "What's wrong?" he asked, wondering what he did.
Dana said it was nothing and turned to walk back into her room. She turned back around to see Riley walk in and close the door behind him. "My hand still hurts." she lied. The throbbing pain slowly ceased and the bleeding stopped but she had to stop what was about to happen. They were about to kiss. She was taken back again when Riley took her hand and she looked into his brown eyes. "We need to get that cleaned up." he told her, referring to her cut. He looked for the source of her cut and found the dent in the wall where she must have hit it. "I'll be back in two seconds. Don't go anywhere."
Dana smirked and placed her hands on her hips. "And where am I gonna go?" she asked. This place was probably heavily guarded with demons. The only way she could get out was with help. Riley smiled with her and left momentarily. When he came back, he found Dana sitting on the bed and walked in, closing the door again to have some privacy and sat down next to her.
He took out a dry cloth and started cleaning her cuts. She squirmed a little in her seat and Riley eyed her. He could already tell her hand was healing. "I think you'll be fine." he assured her, wrapping it up in a strip of one of his old shirts. Once he tied it, he looked back into her eyes and licked his lips. He hadn't realized how nervous he was. She made him feel like a twelve year old boy again. "Just try avoiding hitting walls."
Dana titled her head a little and followed his gaze as he pointed to the wall where she had been leaning against earlier. "Oh," she whispered, returning her gaze. "I was just letting off some frustration." she confessed.
"Least it was the wall and not me." he joked. Dana laughed and let her hand fall on her lap when he was done wrapping it.
"Thanks, Riley." Dana whispered.
He nodded at her. "Anytime you need me, I'm always here."
Dana sighed and looked down to her lap. "Yeah, you are." she forced herself to look back up at him and saw him eying her. He was probably wondering what she was thinking. "Why don't you come with me?" she asked.
Riley's eyes widened when he admitted that to him and thought about it before standing up. "I can't Dana." he said, walking over toward the door.
Dana followed his every move. "But why not? You said it yourself, this place is what nightmares are all about. Don't you just want to get away from all of this?" she asked.
"Dana.." he started, facing her.
"Make a new life and start a family?" Riley snorted at the last part of her question. "What's so funny?"
Riley snapped his mouth shut and glared at her. "Nothing!" he barked. "You think I haven't thought about it, but why do I even want to risk it? What makes you think I want to watch what was done to my family happen to them too?" he explained. "What if I hurt them? What if I hurt..?" he forced his mouth shut so he couldn't say what he wanted to say. Riley turned away from her but was whipped back around, gazing into the young girls eyes.
"What if you what?" Dana spat.
Riley took a couple deep breaths and sighed. He knew he had to be truthful with her sooner or later. "What if i hurt you while we try to escape? I wouldn't be able to live with myself." he confessed.
Dana grinned. "Hurt me? Just how dangerous are you?" she asked.
Riley just stared at her with annoyance and Dana grew quiet, letting him continue. "You have no idea what I can really do, Dana. If I escaped, I could wind up hurting someone, or maybe even killing them. But down here, I don't have to worry about any of it."
Dana shook her head. "You can't think this place is better for you." she refused to accept his confession.
"Not better, but it'll be safer for everyone else. Even for you." Riley cried.
Dana laughed even though she didn't mean to. ""If I was safe up there, I wouldn't even be here." she stated. "I still don't know why I'm here. I guess that's what makes us different." she snapped, coldly.
Riley stepped back and stared at her in dismay. He clenched his jaw and balled his fists. "Dana." he began. He couldn't believe she said that.
Dana held her hand up and shook her head. "I think it's time for you to leave." She knew what she said to him was uncalled for but she didn't like being shut out and that's what it felt like Riley had been doing all day. He refused to believe anything she said to him so what was the point in trying to convince him to do anything. At least when she asked him to leave, he would do it. And that's what he did.