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Summary: Families often get separated, and loose track of people they shouldn't have. So, Sam's in college, and starts wondering about his Mother. Join him and his brother as they search for their long lost sister. And everyone has some sort of supernatural link.

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Supernatural > Dawn-Centered > Theme: Real FamilyLycanFR181123,27001017,92124 Oct 0722 Feb 09No

The Friends Of Our Sister, Are Our Sister's Friend

Author's Note: thank you Padfootcc for your review on my first chapter.
Author's Note 2: I hereby promise to reply to each and every review I get for this story, so you each get feedback personally.
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Chapter Three.
The Friends Of Our Sister, Are Our Sister's Friends.

L.A. Nowhere specific.

They had been driving for over a week. They’d had to stop more often they than usually did, as there had been a lot of crashed on the highways.
So, it wasn’t really stopping, so much as caught in traffic.

Sitting outside of a Starbucks, Dean looked over the map in his hands as Sam finished off his diner.

“So, I tracked them down to a hotel called the Hyperion. It’s owned under a name of ‘Angel.’ And I searched the phone books, and I found them. They’re a P.I. For the paranormal.” He added.

“What?” Dean set the map down. “It said that?”

“It’s motto is ‘We Help The Helpless.’”

The older Winchester snorted, and picked up the map again. “Yeah, that’s a real selling point.”

Sam glanced at him. “Any word from Dad?”

“No. It just keeps going to voicemail.”

He sighed. “So, are we going to go there?”

“Might as well.”

Dean marked the point on the map, folded it, and slipped it into his pocket. Getting up from his seat, he made his way to the car. Popping the trunk, he pulled out a box, and began searching through it. Pulling out the very badge he was searching for, he pocketed it, dumped the box back in, and grabbed a different gun. Exchanging them, he closed the trunk, pulled his keys from his pocket, and got into the drivers seat.

A few minutes later, his little brother joined him.

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“So, what’re we now, Dean?” Sam asked with a sigh, seeing his brother pull out a badge. “Dance instructors?”

“FBI.” Dean smirked.

“There’s no need for that.”

As one, the brothers turned.

There he was. Their father; John Winchester. The man stood, there, a small smile on his face. His well worn blue jeans and jumper were covered in mud, a few rips in the shirt.

“Dad.” Sam muttered.

They jogged down the stairs. Dean and John embraced. When they parted, they looked at Sam.

“Hey, Sam.”

“Dad.”

It was there turn to embrace. They were both sort of shocked, as they hadn’t parted on good terms.

“I didn’t think you’d be happy to see me.” John commented.

“Where’ve you been, Dad? We’ve been looking for you.”

The eldest Winchester sighed. “I was hunting for the thing that killed your mother.”

“Why didn’t you tell us? We could’ve helped.”

“I didn’t want you involved in this, Sam! It’s to dangerous.”

“Dad-”

“No. It’s not an option.” He looked away for a moment, and then turned back to Sam. “Pastor Jim told me you called him about a letter you got about a year ago.”

Scowling, Sam passed the letter over.

John read it twice, before slowly handing it back to his youngest son, his look somewhat dazed.

“Dad?” Dean asked slowly, concerned.

“I…have a daughter.”

“Yeah.”

“She tried to find me.”

“Yeah.”

“She’s almost sixteen.”

“Yeah.”

“She’s going to know about me.”

“Yeah.”

“You boys are gonna kill me.”

“Yeah.”

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They booked into a motel, and popped a few beers before sitting down, John on one chair, Dean, on another, and Sam on the sofa.

“So…how long did you see her for?” Sam asked eventually, his voice quiet.

“About a month. She and her husband were having marital problems, and had split for a time. Your mom had been gone for six years. I was on a hunt in L.A. when I came across her. We got to talking, and decided to meet again. A month later we had to leave, the demon I was hunting at the time had ran. I didn’t think she’d get pregnant.”

“She knew about us?”

“Yeah. She had a little girl about your age, Sam. God, she’d be…almost twenty one, now.” He rubbed a hand over his face. “I…what do you say in this? She’s your sister, now.”

John was very uncomfortable talking about this, as was Dean. They did not share emotions; they talked about the hunt, they patched up each others minor injuries, and they talked weapons and their fellow Hunters, but they DID NOT talk about feelings.

Sam shrugged. “I think we should at least talk to them.”

“They might not know about this. What if we end up getting them hurt?” Dean ran a hand over her hair. “But, she’s going to know one way or the other.”

It was decided.

They were going to Sunnydale.

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“How many weeks do we have left?” John asked, glancing at Dean.

“Two.”

“So, what were you hunting when you found us?” Sam asked, sliding his gun away.

“I was working with some homeless kids.” John informed. “They hunt, too. Good operation they have.” He turned around, picking up a small dagger form the car seat. “I haven’t finished killing the demon we were after. You two check up as much as you can about Joyce and her two girls, along with their friends. See if anything seems weird, or our level weird.” Slipped the dagger into place, he picked up his gun, nodded at his two sons, and left.

Sam sighed as he turned and entered the motel again, immediately picking up his laptop and sitting at the kitchen table. He began searching for medical records under the name Summers, Buffy. Summers, Buffy Anne, was the only link to appear, which he clicked on.

While his brother worked, Dean set about cleaning and reloading his gun.

“Wow. I found something.”

Dean looked up. “What?”

“Well, apparently, she’s been arrested for blowing up her gym, and got suspended from school. Cops had looked for her as a suspect for killing this other girl. She was in trouble with her other school a lot, too. Oh.” He exclaimed.

“What?”

“She was admitted to a psychiatric ward in L.A. when she was about six, by her parents. They said she was hallucinating a lot. About vampires.”

Dean looked up again, his interest sparked. “How long was she in there?”

“Not long. It says not soon after, her mother had her released.”

“Oh, this is gonna be fun.”

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Sam told their father everything he had found on the Summers girls. After looking up Buffy, he had then looked up both Joyce and Dawn’s records.
Just a few regular check ups for Dawn, a broken bone here or there, but nothing serious.
Joyce had been in quite a few times, especially recently for a tumour.

“Forget the birthday.” John ordered. “We’re going now.”

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Sunnydale, California.

The old Impala parked outside the Summers residence, soon followed by John’s car.

As one, they walked up the drive.

They were surprised to see the front door open, and a young woman step out.

“Bye, Mom, Giles. I’ll see you later!” She called back in.

“Bye, honey. Be careful.”

“I always am, Mom.” She closed the door at turned, abruptly stopping when she saw the Winchester’s. “Uh, hi.”

“Hi, I’m John Winchester. I was told Joyce Summers lived here, still.”

“My mom? What do you want her for?”

“I just need to speak with her. I knew her years ago.”

The young woman nodded, and made her way back to the house, all the while keeping a wary eye on them all.

“Mom, someone’s here to see you.”

Another woman, this one more matured than her daughter, stepped from the living room.

“Johnny!” Joyce smiled, and hugged the man, who, still used to her behaviour, hugged her back.

“Joyce.”

“You got my letter.” She said, stepping back.

“Actually, my son did. This is Sam, and Dean.” He introduced, pointing at each as he said their names.

“Oh.” Joyce’s smile widened. “I could have guessed that in a heartbeat.” She turned. “This is my eldest daughter, Buffy. Rupert’s in the kitchen, preparing some dinner. Would you like to stay?”

“Uh…we have a motel…”

“Nonsense. Buffy, could you-”

“Mom.”

“-fetch the extra bedding from my room and set it in the corner.” Joyce finished, as if she hadn’t been interrupted. “Dawn’s at Janice’s tonight, so we can move everyone around.”

“Joyce-”

“I won’t here of it, John.”

Buffy rolled her eyes, and ushered them in further. “I’d go with it. She won’t stop.”

When Giles ventured into the living room, they were all introduced.

Buffy came down with the bedding, and set it beside the couch.

Giles turned to Buffy. “Shouldn’t you go?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, once. “You sure…you know…with everything?”

“We’ll be perfectly fine, Buffy. Besides, you’d best go before Spike get’s out of hand.”

“Spike?” John asked, voice curious.

“Nickname.” Buffy assured.

“How do you get a nickname like that?” Dean asked.

“He was in a rock band. It…stuck.” The young woman said. “I’ll guess I’ll see you all tomorrow. It was nice meeting you!”

The Winchester’s all shared a look. John nodded.

“Wait! Do you mind if I, uh, go with you?” Sam asked, standing.

“That’s really not a good idea.”

“Why not? We’re going to be here a few days, I just want to get more familiar with the place.”

“It’s not really safe at night.”

“You’re going out.” He countered.

Her eyes narrowed. “I can take care of myself.”

“So can I.”

Buffy look to Giles helplessly. When he wasn’t any help, she shrugged. “Fine. But, uh, stay close.”

“We need to talk.” Joyce said, and John nodded.

“I can use some help in the kitchen.” Giles offered.

Reluctantly, Dean nodded, and followed the older man out of the room.

“I’ll have me cell if you need me, Mom.” Buffy said, and led Sam from the house.

“So…”

“So…”

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The town was mostly empty, the park about the only place inhabited by teenagers and drunken college students. There were still a few people loitering around shops.
The Bronze were surrounded by people, mostly teenagers, only a few adults here and there.

“So…I guess you just found out about our parents, huh?” Buffy asked, her arms folded over her chest.

“Yeah. About a year ago. I got your mom’s letter. What about you?”

“Mom was sick. She told me a lot of stuff…just in case, you know?”

He nodded. “So, uh, what do you usually do around here?”

“The Bronze is pretty much it. There’s college parties, but I don’t really go to them. I prefer to be closer to home at the minute. You guys planning on hanging around long?”

“I’m not sure. Our job tends to take us around quite a bit, but I hope we can stay for a while.”

“What do you do?”

“A bit of everything, actually.” He lied.

She looked at him suspiciously, but let the matter drop.

A pale bleached blond man suddenly appeared in front of them. His black boots and tight black trousers were covered in mud, and his tight black t-shirt was ripped in three places. Miraculously, the coat he wore had been spared. His face, however, was covered with dried mud and blood, and his bottom lip was split.

“Spike?” Buffy asked, concerned.

“It always rains at the worst moment possible when it does.” He muttered. He looked at Sam. “Who’s this, then?”

“This is one of the Winchester’s I was talking about.”

“The bit’s other half?”

“Yeah. Sam, this is Spike. Spike, Sam.”

“What happened to you?” Sam asked.

Spike squinted at him. “Got into a fight, is all.” He turned to Buffy. “Someone who’s joined with that bint you told me ‘bout. Didn’t take too kindly to me after I told him to piss off.” He fingered his cut lip. “Nothing too bad.”

“You should probably get changed before you see Mom.”

He nodded. “Want me to take care of tonight’s run?”

“You up to it?”

“Sure.”

“Alright.” She relented. “But go get the gang later, alright?” When Spike looked like he was going to protest, she held up a hand. “Do I have to call Angel down again?”

Scowling, Spike nodded. Muttering under his breath, he turned, and left, flipping her off as he did so.

“Uh, alright.” Sam said. “That was weird.”

“You don’t know the half of it.”

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“So, what is it you do for a living?” Giles asked.

“Actually, I’m between jobs. I was on a road trip with Sam when Dad caught up to us.”

He nodded. “But what is it you usually do?”

“A bit of this, a bit of that. Nothing specific.” He glanced at the Englishman. “Ms. Summers said you worked at Buffy’s old high school?”

“Yea, before the gas explosion. I now own a magic store. Not as boring as it sounds. Although, more often than not, I find myself at Joyce’s gallery.”

“Gallery?”

“Oh, yes, she works in an art gallery. She’s often away on business trips, and I find it quite relaxing working there.”

“Really?”

Giles chuckled at Dean’s tone. “Buffy and all her friends like to, uh, ‘hang out’ at the store when they’re not at college or work.”

“Why?”

“It’s quieter than the local teen club, and it’s not home.”

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“I really am sorry for leaving like that.” John said.

Joyce smiled. “I know. But, you couldn’t have known. I didn’t even know until I was three months along. Besides, you’re here now, and that’s all that matters.”

“Aw, now, isn’t this sweet?”

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“So you just walk about town every night? Just…wandering?”

“Sure.”

“Why?”

She shrugged. “It’s calming, most nights. If I’m feeling angry, I can just take a walk. Most of the time, by the time I get back home, I’m feeling much calmer.”

Sam stared hard at her. “Has no one every attacked you, then?”

“I told you, Sammy. I can take care of myself.”

He scowled. “Don’t call me Sammy.”

She laughed. “C’mon, we can grab something to eat before we head back?”

“I thought Mr. Giles was cooking something for dinner.”

“He knows I won’t be back for it. And since you’re with me, he’s probably not expecting you, either.”

“Sure.”

Buffy smiled at him again, and began leading the way, when someone jumped in front of her yet again, this time from one of the cemeteries.

“Slayer!” It hissed.

“Why do you guys always say that?” She asked, kicking him in the stomach.

He stumbled back, but came after her, facing changing to that of his demon as he did so.

“You laugh in the face of your death?”

She rolled her eyes. “Give me a new line sometime. A bit of improv. wouldn’t kill ya. Again.” She thrust the stake into his heart, and was immediately surrounded by his dust, and three other vampires.

Sam, though shocked at seeing her fighting, and the…things dusting, started helping her with the others.

And when it was over, minutes later, none worse for the wear, they stared at each other.

“I guess we need to talk.” Sam said.

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Joyce jumped, and turned around. “Spike, don’t scare me like that!”

“Sorry, Joyce. I was just wondering if I could use your shower? It’s not coming through at my,” He glanced at John, “place yet.” He looked back to her. “This him, then.”

“Manners, Spike. And, yes, this is John. John, this is my friend Spike.” The two nodded at each other in greeting. “Are you alright?” She asked, concerned, as he stepped closer to her.

“Yeah. Just a scratch.”

“I don’t believe that.” She turned to John. “You’ll excuse us a moment, won’t you?”

“Uh, sure.”

“Great.” She turned back to Spike. “You, upstairs. I think there’s a change of your clothes in the cupboard from last time.”

“Joyce, no-”

“I’m not hearing it. Up.” She ushered him up the stairs. She returned a few minutes later, a pile of dirty clothes in hand, and placed them in the hamper just outside the basement door. “That boy.” She muttered, joining John once more. “Sorry about that. Young people and their fighting these days.”

“Yeah.”

Suddenly, the front door open, and Buffy came charging into the living room, soon followed by Sam.
The petite blond stared at John.

“Why did you come here?”

“I got Joyce’s let-”

“The real reason.”

“Buffy, what’re you -”

“They know, Mom.” Buffy replied, cutting off the older woman.

Sam looked to his father. “Do you know what a Slayer is?”

John looked at Buffy. “You?” She nodded. “How long?”

“Almost six years.”

Giles and Dean entered the living room, drawn by the slightly raised voices.

“What’s going on?”

“We were attacked by vampires.” Sam replied.

“Vampires?” Dean asked, incredulously.

“Yeah.”

John looked to Buffy, who shrugged. “You’re visiting a Hellmouth, buddy. Vampires and demons are your common variety. Sam says you deal in ghosts?”

“Spirits. And, yeah, mostly.”

She nodded. “You won’t find any here.”

“I’m not here for that. I wanted to see my daughter.”

“How did you get involved in all this?”

The eldest Winchester stared hard at her. “A demon killed my wife.”

The young woman folded her arms. “And you’ll kill anything in your way to get at it?”

“Not humans.”

“What about those that mean no harm?”

“They exist?”

She scowled, tensing. “Plenty.”

“Name one?” She looked to Sam. “He’s not a demon.” He snapped, standing.

“He is. Partially, anyway. I can tell pure humans from demons.” She said. “It doesn’t mean anything bad. I can tell Sam doesn’t want to be evil, so he isn’t. Not all are bad demons, I know plenty.”

“I thought it was your job to kill these things.”

She scowled. “That’s not how it goes. If it was, you’d both be dead.”

“What?”

“There’s something not quite right about you, John. Can I call you John? I don’t know what it is, but it’s there.”

“I was cursed by a witch.” He informed tensely.

She turned to look at Giles. “She’s been found, and punished dually. He killed one of her pets.”

She nodded, and turned back to John. “I don’t know you, John. But as long as you’re here…” She tossed her stake to him. “Make sure you all carry one of them. Guns will only slow these things down, not kill them.” She then shrugged. “Might kill some demons, but I wouldn’t count on it. Don’t go anywhere at night unaware. Hell, don’t go out during the day like that, either.”

“Honey?” Joyce asked, concerned.

Buffy crouched by her mother. “Spike ran into some of Glory’s minions, Mom.”

“That’s why he was so beaten up.” She murmured.

“He’s here?” She shook her head as soon as she asked that question. “Never mind. We just…have to be careful, Mom. I’ve faced her twice, and both times I barely got away.”

“Glory?” Dean asked.

“One hell of a demon.” She replied. She sighed, and stood back up, running a hand through her hair as she did so. She turned to Giles. “So, is dinner ready?”

They had just sat down to dinner, many minutes later, when Spike joined them.
After Buffy’s enquiry about food, none had had much to say about anything, and so the house was filled with silence, the only noise coming from either Giles or Dean as they murmured questions to each other quietly in the kitchen while they cooked.
Buffy had set the table, and Sam had silently helped her, as both John and Joyce had remained in the living room, staring at each other surreptitiously.

“Christo.” Dean murmured, as soon as he saw Spike.

Spike’s demon showed itself as he snarled, and Buffy was immediately in front of him, holding his upper arms in a tight grip, but staring at Dean.

“What did you do?”

“It’s to reveal demons. After what you said…it got me curious about who you hung out with.”

Spike finally shook of his demon, and Buffy let go of him.

“Spike’s on our side.” She snapped. “And you’ll leave him alone, all of you.”

“Why should we?”

She crossed her arms. “You’ll have to come through me to get him.” She glanced around at everyone seated at the table. “I’m not hungry anymore. I’ll see you all later.”

“I thought you were out.” Sam commented, as the front door slammed behind the volatile young woman.

“Was. Came in.” Was Spike’s short reply.

“There’s some dinner for you on the counter, Spike. It’s already warmed.” Giles informed.

“Cheers.” Spike nodded at him, and walked through into the kitchen.

“There wasn’t a plate in there.” Dean said.

“Spike bags his blood.” Joyce informed, still staring hard at Dean. “And you’ll leave him alone, just as Buffy said. There’s a lot of people who care about him, and you don’t want to see any of us angry.”

None of the Winchester’s were happy with that, and their facial expressions told them that. However, they didn’t say another word, only dutifully picked at the food on their individual plates.

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The Magic Box was surprisingly empty of all customers.
Anya spent her time going over the inventory, while Giles, Willow, and Tara poured over some demon texts. Xander stood off to one side, double checking his measurements for the new shelf he was putting in.
The bell above the door jingled as Buffy stepped through it, closely followed by Dean.

The Winchester’s had been told about the Sunnydale crew, while Buffy and the others had been told all about the Winchester’s.
However, what they did not know about the Scooby Gang, was that each and every one of them had some sort of supernatural entity.

“Guys that don’t know, this is Dean.” Buffy introduced. “These are some of the gang, Tara, Willow, Anya, and Xander.” She pointed at each of her friends as she said their name. “They’re looking up on Glory. I’ll be in the back. And you, Dean, will get to know my friends. Play nice.” She ordered, carrying on through the shop.

Once she was gone, Xander abandoned his work, and walked up to Dean, so he could speak quietly and not be heard by his friend in the back room.

“I heard all about your slip of the tongue last night. I’m going to tell you right now and it doesn’t bare repeating. You’re Dawn’s half brother. She gets hurt in anyway because of you, I’ll make you hurt so bad you’ll feel it when you’re dead. And pull a stunt like you did last night to any of us or our friends, and even I’ll have to take a number to get to you. Understand?”

“Yeah.”

He smiled. “Perfect. Then we should have no problems. Welcome to Sunnydale.” He went back to his work.

“That goes for us too, buster.” Willow spoke up sternly, staring at Dean.

Dean wondered what kind of crazy world he’d just stepped into.

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Neither one of the Winchester’s escaped the warnings placed above their heads about hurting the Summers’ women, or the rest of them.
In fact, they had heard the speeches all in one day, from various members of the Scooby Gang, and in a variation of words and promises.

Let’s just say they weren’t in a hurry to actually go out of their way to challenge them in any way.

It was good to know that while they lived in an extremely volatile area, the Summers’ women had good people surrounding them. They may not all be human, and they may not all have the same morals, but they sure as hell stuck together.
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