Born of Fire
Title: Heir to the Brotherhood
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners and I make no profit off of this.
Characters: Dean, Missouri, Magneto
Spoilers: BtVS post season 7, SPN season 2, X-Men all three movies
Summary: Dean Winchester and Buffy Summers have a lot in common, most notably a relative and a secret there parents kept from them (Hint-Buffy’s adopted and Dean is just as special as Sam)
A/N; I decided to continue this at the encouragement from you guys and from Nicole. I don't know much about the X-Men verse other than what I've seen in the movies so I am going to muddle through this. This chapter is focused on Dean and is short, the next one will be focused on Buffy. Enjoy and let me know what you think.Chapter 2 Born of Fire
"You're not suppose to be here." a cool voice whispered from behind him and the man turned slowly from where he had been standing in front of a bedroom door lost in thought.
He gazed at the young black woman calmly her voice wrapping around him and the man smiled "But my dear I am." He inclined his head to the door "They are why I belong here."
He knew this woman held power, knew it when he saw the same light in her eyes that would often appear in Charles. Over the years he had become skilled in reading others.
"They have a destiny," Missouri Mosley, the young woman with the sight told him "and that destiny is with their father, not you."
Erik, more commonly known as Magneto, smiled coldly "We'll see." He turned back to the door reassuring her "I am just here for a visit, I'll be gone before dear John gets back."
Turning his mind from her he entered the room easily the door gliding open for him and he walked to the small bed that was in the center of the room crossing the salt lines with ease.
While many would argue he wasn't a monster nor a demon and salt had no hold over him.
He gazed down at the sleeping boy, almost five years old his small body wrapped around that of his little brother a little over six months old and barely stirring safe with the person who held him.
Erik studied the child intently grief shadowing his eyes as his hand ghosted over the young boys cheek "Oh Mary," he murmured "I hope it was worth it." He pressed a surprisingly tender kiss to the young boys forehead his hand caressing the baby's cheek as he whispered "I truly hope these children were worth your life my dear child."
Sighing Magneto turned to leave and was stopped by a soft voice.
"Who are you?" the voice was young and raw months without use making it broken.
Magneto turned back to those green eyes studying him so intensely not aa trace of innocence to be found in the soul that had been forged in fire. That was something he understood and something he could admire, maybe one day even use "I am your future, now sleep dear child you need your rest to protect your family."
Four year old Dean Winchester's arms tightened around his little brother and Magneto gave him a slight bow and left a knowing smile gracing his lips.
Having gazed into those eyes he knew that his daughter's sacrifice was indeed worth it, that boy of hers would be magnificent.