Author’s Notes: This is a reply to the Challenge Fic: Role Reversal by BerserkerNW
Samuel Summers hated growing up under his big sister's shadow. The slayer was bossy and annoying, and he knew it was her fault that he kept getting kidnapped. After the collapse of Sunnydale the 'family' moves to Cleveland.
When she was six months old, a demon killed Dawn Winchester's mother in a house fire. Since then her family has traveled all over America killing evil things. Now Dad is missing and the search takes Dawn and her brother Dean through the town near Cleveland.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural or Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Mary Winchester smiled down at her baby daughter. Her perfect little girl. Her Dawn. She never thought that she could be happier than this very moment, surrounded by her family. Mary’s four-year old son Dean was lying beside her on the bed, playing with Dawn’s tiny hands. His eyes were filled with child-like wonder and amazement as he stared at his baby sister. She was tiny, wrapped in the pink blanket.
“She yawned!” Dean cried out happily. Mary smiled at him, “yes she did. I guess Dawnie’s tired out from her big day.”
“Why’s her face all red like that? Is she mad or something?” Dean scrunched up his face in confusion.
“No honey, babies are red in the beginning,” Mary explained.
“But she isn’t gonna be red like that when she gets old right?” Dean looked up at his mother.
“No Dean, her skin’ll turn the same colour as yours.”
“Good, I don’t anyone to make fun of her,” Dean nodded. Mary kissed the top of his head, “you’re the best big brother, Dean.”
“I’ll protect her and beat up the mean boys!” Dean announced proudly. Mary grinned, “c’mon Tiger. It’s time for bed.” Dean hopped off the bed and followed his mother to Dawn’s nursery. Mary placed the sleeping baby in her crib and tucked her blanket around her.
“Was I all red like that?” Dean asked suddenly.
“Yup, but I think you turned out pretty handsome, like your daddy,” Mary grinned. Dean smiled up at her.
“Someone talkin’ ‘bout me?” John Winchester stood in the doorway.
“Daddy!” Dean cried happily, running to his father. John Winchester caught his son in his arms, hugging him tightly.
“Hey Dean. So whatta ya think? Is Dawn ready to toss around a football yet?” John asked his son, eyes twinkling.
“No, daddy. Dawn’s a girl!” Dean laughed, shaking his head.
“So, girls don’t play football! They play with dolls!”
“Oh. Then is she ready to play with dolls then?” John asked. Dean thought about it, seriously, “not yet.”
“Say goodnight to your sister, Dean,” Mary told him. Dean jumped out of John’s arms and stood on the stool by the crib.
“Night, Dawnie,” he said as he kissed her cheek. Dawn continued to sleep peacefully. Mary stroked her daughter’s cheek.
“Ya got him?” She asked her husband. He nodded, “I got him.” Mary gave John a kiss as she walked past him and out of the room.
Mary cracked a tired eye open, hearing static from the baby monitor. She sighed, turning on the light.
“John?” She looked over to where her husband slept but it was empty. Mary got out of bed, padding down the hallway to Dawn’s room. John was standing next to Dawn’s crib.
“John, is she hungry?” Mary asked.
“Shhh,” John replied.
“Okay,” Mary said, annoyed. She walked out of the room and noticed the hall lamp was flickering. Mary stared at it confused, tapping on the lamp. First the baby monitor and now the lamp, what the hell was going on? Was there an electrical problem? Mary shook her head, hearing the television on from the living room. She walked down the stairs and saw John asleep in front of the television.
Mary’s eyes widened in horror, without another thought she ran up the stairs.
“Dawnie! Dawn!” She screamed as she reached her daughter’s room.
John jerked awake at the sound of his wife’s scream.
“Mary!? Mary! Mary!” He called up the stairs, running up them two at a time. Fear and dread began to set in and he kicked open Dawn’s door. Everything is quiet, nothing seemed to be wrong. John walked over to his daughter, relieved to see that she was okay.
“Hey Dawnie, you’re okay.” John laid his hand on his daughter’s forehead, relief evident on his face. John frowned as he noticed something red on Dawn’s sheets. He wiped it away with his finger. Two drops hit the back of his hand and he looked up at the ceiling in horror. Mary was pinned to the ceiling, blood dripping from her stomach. Her mouth and eyes were open in frozen terror.
“No! Mary!” John cried. They locked eyes for a moment before Mary burst into flames, traveling down the wall and igniting the room.
Dawn began to wail loudly and John grabbed his infant daughter running out of the room and making sure Dean was alright.
“Daddy!” Dean called, running up to his father. John gave Dawn to Dean, “Take your sister outside as fast as you can! Don’t look back! Now Dean, go!” Dean ran as fast he could down the stairs and out the front door. Once he was safely outside, Dean looked up at Dawn’s room watching the flames. He wished his daddy and mommy would hurry up before they got hurt.
“Shhh, it’s okay, Dawnie,” Dean said to the baby in his arms. John ran out of the house, scooping up both his children as he ran.
“I gotcha,” he assured them as the glass shattered from the intense heat. John shielded their bodies with his until they were safely away.
“No grandpa not like that!” Buffy scolded her grandfather. They were sitting together on the couch with a checker board between them.
“What’d I do?” Mike Preston asked, innocently.
“You can’t move in a straight line and it’s my turn.” Buffy pouted, putting her hands on her hips.
“Oh I’m sorry, Buffy,” her grandpa smiled.
“It’s okay, but don’t do it again,” Buffy poked him.
“Scout’s honor,” he put his hand over his heart. Buffy moved her piece and then waited for her grandfather to take his turn.
“Grandpa!” Buffy poked him.
“Ouch, if you’re not careful you’re gonna hurt an old man,” Mike pretended to be hurt.
“I’m sorry,” Buffy looked down, apologetic.
“Checkmate,” Mike said, moving his black piece.
“We’re playing Checkers, there’s no checkmate in checkers,” Buffy reminded him.
“It’s an expression. You can use it anywhere,” her grandpa shrugged.
“We’re home!” The door opened and a familiar voice called out.
“Mommy! Daddy!” Buffy leapt off the couch and ran to her parents. Hank Summers put down the suitcases and hugged his daughter.
“How’s my girl?” He asked, tapping her nose. Buffy giggled, “good.”
“Did you have fun with grandpa?” Joyce asked, holding the newest addition to the Summers household in her arms.
“Yup, he lost at checkers,” Buffy announced proudly. Hank ruffled his daughter’s hair, laughing.
“Was she any trouble dad?” Joyce asked. Mike got off the couch, walking over to them with a cane in his hand.
“No trouble at all, and who’s this little one?” Mike asked, looking at the baby in Joyce’s arms.
“This is your grandson, Samuel,” Joyce said. Mike Preston looked down at the baby, unable to keep the smile off his face.
“He has your mother’s eyes,” he told his daughter. She nodded, with a teary smile.
“I wanna see!” Buffy whined, tugging on her mother’s skirt.
“Alright, alright, be patient,” Joyce laughed, sitting down on the couch. Buffy crawled up beside her with Hank on Joyce’s other side.
“Are you ready to meet your new baby brother?” Hank asked. Buffy stared down at him with a frown, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Oh, come on now, Buffy. He’s nothing to be afraid of,” Hank said to his daughter.
“Who’s afraid? Not me!”
“Don’t you want to be a big sister?”
“No! I wanna be the baby.”
“You’re gonna pay all your attention to him and forget all about me!”
“Ohhhh,” Joyce said in realization as she looked at her daughter. Joyce gently put baby Samuel in Buffy’s arms.
“Like this ... okay, support the head ... there you go! We’re calling him Sam,”
Buffy smiled down at the baby in her arms, he smiled back up at her, gurgling.
“I ... I could be the one to look after him sometimes ... if you need a helper. Mom? Can I take care of him?”
“Yes Buffy, you can take care of him,” Joyce stroked Buffy’s hair with pride. Buffy grinned happily, “Hi, Sam.”