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Once Upon a Memory

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Summary: Sam Winchester was absolutely sure that the tall brunette aiming a crossbow at his brother’s neck was most certainly not the Dawn Summers he remembered.

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Supernatural > GeneralelviFR1545,2013237,37914 Jun 1012 Jul 10No

Chapter One

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. I do not own BtVS

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Sam Winchester remembered a lot about Dawn Summers.

He remembered the first time he met her at one of Jess’s sorority functions. He’d been surprised by how smart she seemed and briefly wondered how Jess and Dawn could stand to even be around some of their sorority sisters. He remembered how close she and Jess had become, bonding over books and their classes. He had strongly suspected that both were routinely dumbing themselves down for the other girls.

He remembered the time he caught Dawn in the library pouring over countless old and fragile books on demon lore. He remembered Jess shrugging it off as some ancient history course.

He remembered the death in Dawn’s family that had her missing school for a whole semester. He remembered the way she’d dropped the phone in shock and how she'd reacted to the name of the deceased aunt. He remembered helping her and Jess pack for the funeral, and how she hadn't seemed too shaken up over it. He remembered the short blonde older sister and the red-eyed sniffling redhead that had appeared to help Dawn move out. And he remembered mentioning to Jess that they were sure moving out a lot of boxes for just a funeral.

He remembered the last time he had seen Dawn Summers, when she had knocked on his and Jess’s door one December evening to say goodbye. He remembered seeing Dawn wince slightly when Jess caught her up in a tight hug. He remembered thinking that the area around her left eye was a little darker than normal and that when she spoke it seemed rehearsed and emotionless. He remembered hugging her and thinking just what the hell is going with you? And he remembered how she stopped in the hallway and turned back towards the both of them and smiled cheerfully and said “don’t die.” Jess had laughed and promised to try, and Sam remembered stuffing that deep in the back of his brain.

Maybe it was because of the relationship between Jess and Dawn that Sam found himself being able to remember so much about her. Or maybe it was her fascination with the supernatural and the occult that did it. Or maybe even the strange aura floating around Dawn herself.

Whatever it was, Samuel Winchester was absolutely sure that the tall brunette aiming a crossbow at his brother’s neck was most certainly not the Dawn Summers he remembered.

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Note: I have nothing against sororities. Love em.
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