For this one, SW/DSRating/Warnings:
This one is teen. Disclaimer:
I hired a pack of ninjas to kidnap Joss and Kripke; they were threatened with hot poker torture, chainsaws, and an exorcism. I now own all. Thank you. *Doctor's Note: Patient exhibits delusions of grandeur and any claims of ownership are pure fantasy. No harm is meant. Seriously, it's better than her throwing rocks at people.A/N:
Okay, so I read a couple of stories showing Sam in love with various other characters. But what if he'd fallen for them while in Stanford? How would that have changed the night of the demon's return?
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Sam and Dean stood outside of the apartment building next to the Impala.
"You’ll call me if you find him?" Sam asked; Dean nodded. He didn't want to leave Dean alone, but he had a life here, with Dawn, and he couldn't give her up. "Maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?"
"Yeah, all right," Dean agreed, knowing that it would probably never happen.
Sam turned away from his brother and headed into the apartment.
"Sam!" Dean called out. Sam turned to his brother, who continued. "You know, we made a hell of a team back there."
Sam nodded. "Yeah."
The two bothers looked at each other, the silence of the night and things unsaid driving them apart.BOOM!
Glass exploded outward from Sam's apartment as small tendrils of smoke drifted out.
Sam felt his heart stop in his chest. "God, no.... Dawn." Dropping his bag, he ran up the stairs. Kicking in the door to his apartment, he coughed as thick black smoke and sulfur fumes billowed around him. His dream, it was happening.
"Dawn!" He yelled, frantically running into the bedroom.
"Sam!" Dean followed into the burning apartment, quickly scanning the living room and kitchen for any sign of Sam's leggy, brunette girlfriend. The fire grew, orange flames slowly cutting off Sam's exit. In a split second, Dean recognized the danger Sam was too consumed with panic and fear to see.
"Sam!" he yelled, running forward and grabbing Sam's arm.
"Dawn!" Sam screamed, looking frantically at the ceiling. Dropping his eyes to the bed, his heart broke; there, in the middle of the blood-spotted bed, was Dawn's silver cross necklace, the chain broken. "Dawn, no!"
Dean pulled forcefully on his brother's arm, dragging him from the apartment. Dean quickly shepherded his brother down the stairs to the parking lot. Moving to the Impala, Sam stared blankly at the asphalt as Dean looking him over for injuries.
Sam looked up and saw her.
There stood Dawn, shivering and bleeding from a stomach wound, dressed in a short, white nightgown, Sam's favorite. Next to her stood a redheaded woman in a flannel nightgown.
"Dawnie?" Sam asked, his voice cracking. Rushing forward, he enveloped her in his arms. "God, are you okay? I saw the necklace, I thought...." Sam's voice broke.
Sirens cut through the night, approaching the site of the blaze.
Suddenly, Dawn shoved him away and kicked against his shin with her bare foot.
"You jerk! What, you couldn't be bothered to tell me a demon was hunting you!" she yelled, her face red with anger.
"Whoa, wait: you knew this thing was demon?" Dean cut in. "How the hell did you get away?"
Dawn looked at the redhead, who nodded. "It came in and cut me, then used telekinesis to pin me to the ceiling. So I ripped off my necklace and summoned Willow."
Dean and Sam stiffened at the word "summoned."
"You summoned Willow, as in 'your sister's best friend who used to babysit you' Willow?" Sam asked, taking off his jacket and placing it on Dawn's shoulders.
"What are you?" Dean asked Willow, his voice low and dangerous.
The redhead smiled nervously.
Dean pulled out his gun and aimed. Willow's eyes widened fearfully and she flicked her wrist, sending Dean's gun clattering to the ground.
"Uh, don't shoot! I'm a good witch, I promise! Dawnie's necklace was a protection charm that she could use if she ever needed help! I made because she has a bad habit of getting kidnapped, usually on Tuesdays, so when she ripped it off it woke me up in Cleveland and I teleported here and I kinda... well, I didn't know what to do so I bound the demon into a pocket dimension to deal with later and got us out of there as fast as I could," she rambled, wringing her hands.
Dean's eyebrows raised; "A pocket dimension?"
Dawn and Willow nodded.
"Damn," Dean muttered. "How did you end up in the middle of this?" he asked, turning to Dawn.
The shivering girl shrugged.
"Ever heard of a vampire slayer?"