A long way from home - It begins
A long way from home – Chapter One
Disclaimer: BTVS doesn’t belong to me it is property of Joss Whedon and Supernatural is property of Eric Kripke, contains some dialogue from Supernatural’s episode pilot.
This story takes place after season five of Buffy and before season one Supernatural.
“Is this the place?” Dawn asked from the passenger seat of the impala.
“Yep, Sammy’s in this hell hole.” Dean said looking up at Stanford University.
It has been seven years since the Winchesters adopted her into their small family and four years since Sam left for college. Dawn helped them on many of their hunts once they finally let her hunt. She was a natural.
“Well, do we know where Sam’s dorm is?” Dawn asked.
“No but I’ll ask the directory.” Dean said.
“Dean, it’s two in the morning,” Dawn said. “The directories not open.”
Dean smiled. “Then I guess were knocking on a lot of doors.”
“There’s an easier way to do this.” Dawn said stepping out of the car.
“We ask if anyone’s seen a giant with floppy hair.” Dean said.
Dawn rolled her eyes and waited for Dean to follow her as she made her way to a house just off of campus.
Dean saw Dawn had a little piece of paper in her hand with numbers on it. “Where did you get that?”
“I figured you wouldn’t have a plan so I called ahead and got the directions from the directory.” Dawn said giving him her sweet smile.
Dean mimicked her words with an annoyed tone.
“Come on, Dean, one of us has to be the brains here.”
“Let’s just go get Sammy now.” Dean said grabbing the paper out of her hand and leading the way to Sam’s.
Sam jerked awake. He could swear he heard a noise from his living room. Jess was fast asleep so he got out of bed silently making his way to the living room.
A dark figure moved around, Sam couldn’t figure out who or what it was before he got in to a fight. The dark moved fast blocking Sam’s every move. Sam was sent down to the ground and he saw his attacker. Dean.
“Easy tiger,” Dean said.
“Dean?” Sam asked in huffs. “You scared the crap out of me.”
“That’s cause you’re out of practice.” Dean said.
Sam grabbed Dean and slammed him to the ground in a pin.
“Or not, get off of me.”
“Dean, what the hell are you doing here?” Sam asked as he saw Dawn walk around the corner to sit on his counter. “Dawn, you’re here too?”
“Well we were looking for a beer.”
“Dean,” Sam said irritation in his voice.
Jess walked out of their room wearing a smurf’s shirt and mini shorts. Dean stared at her for a moment, studying her up and down. There’s no way this hottie is dating Sam.
“Sam, what’s going on?” Jess asked.
“Jess, this is my brother Dean and Dawn. She’s a close family friend.” Sam said.
Jess watched Dawn as she walked over and stood by Dean. She wore a thin leather jacket and a rocker tee. That was clearly Dean’s influence.
“Hi.” Jess waved. “I should put something on.”
“No I wouldn’t dream of it seriously.” Dean said, “Anyway I just need to borrow your boyfriend here for some private family business but nice meeting you.”
“No, anything you need to say you can say in front of her.” Sam said standing next to Jess.
“Okay, Dad hasn’t been home in a few days.” Dean said.
“So he’s working overtime on a miller time shift. He’ll stumble back in sooner or later.”
“Dad’s on a hunting trip and he hasn’t been home in a few days.” Dean said.
Sam’s eyes widened. “Jess, excuse us.”
Sam, Dean, and Dawn stood outside the Impala.
“What was dad hunting do you know?” Sam asked.
Dawn grabbed a small radio and played the message for Sam to hear. Sam recognized it immediately.
“You know there’s EVP on that?
“Not bad, Sammy. It’s kind of like rending a bike isn’t it?” Dean said.
“Come on, Sam.” Dawn said, “In almost two years we haven’t bothered you or asked for a thing.”
Sam nodded his head and ran upstairs to pack his bag. Dawn and Dean leaned against the impala waiting for Sam to explain to Jess where he was going.
“Do you think we’re doing the right thing bringing Sam back into this?” Dawn asked.
“Whether he likes it or not it’s the family business.”
“You sound like you’ve tried to get out.”
“Are you kidding me? I love this job.” Dean said, “Running credit card scam, hustling people, and hunting monsters—it’s the life.”
Dawn didn’t believe him but she would let him believe what he wanted for the time being. Dawn wondered about how Sammy’s life was, trying to be normal since Sam never really knew normal.
Sam ran down the stairs his bag in his hand. He threw his bag in the trunk of the car. Dawn sat in the back seat and let Sam take shotgun with Dean. It was just like old times.
“So where are we going anyways?” Sam asked.
“Jericho. Not too far from here.” Dean said.
“Great so we should be there by morning?”
“Yep, you and Dawn get some shut eye. I’ll wake you when we get there.”
Dawn closed her eyes. She hasn’t slept in a while, not since John left, well not since her sister died. The tragedy that caused her sleeping disorder also brought her a new family with similar qualities. Sometimes they’re a little too similar.
Dawn opened her eyes to see the sun shining through the window of the impala. Did she actually sleep?
“You and Dad still running credit card scams?” Sam said.
Dean pulled the pump out of the impala. “Well, yeah. Hunting ain't exactly a pro-ball career. Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards.”
“And you didn’t keep any of the money from the hustling, Sam?” Dawn said shooting Sam a wry smile.
“I needed the money for college.” Sam said.
“And we needed the money to continue hunting things.” Dawn said.
Sam pouted in the front seat as he shuffled through Dean’s cassette tapes. “Dean, you need to get some new music.”
“Hey, I like Dean’s music.” Dawn said.
“Dawn, you need to stop hanging out with Dean so much.” Sam said, “He’s starting to rub off on you.”
Dean laughed as he started the car with a roar of the engine. He threw in a Metallica tape and the music blared as they drove away from the gas station. Dawn relaxed to the music as she watched Sam shake his head at the music then stare nonchalantly out the window.
“A lady in white,” Dawn said. “What’s that?”
Sam looked around at all the newspaper clippings and research their dad had left. Dean grabbed a burger off the desk and sniffed it.
“A woman in white is a ghost of a woman who killed her children due to the husband usually cheating on her.” Dean said.
“I’m going to get some food. You guys want anything?” Dean asked as he headed out the door.
“I’m good.” Dawn said.
Sam was too busy studying everything their dad had left behind to notice Deans question. Sam continued to look around the mess of papers.
“So where do we go next?” Dawn asked.
“Not sure. We should talk to the husband of this poor girl.” Sam said, “Here’s his address.”
“Okay, call Dean and let him know.” Dawn said right as the phone rang.
“Outside, what about you,” Sam said. “Okay thanks.”
Sam put the phone in his pocket. “We need to go, Dawn.”
“What’s happening?” Dawn asked, “Where’s Dean?”
“Cops are outside we need to go now. We’ll get Dean later.”
Dean sat in the interrogation room with John’s journal in front of him and a message. “Dean 35-111” he had no idea what he meant but knowing his dad it could be coordinates.
Dawn sat in the car as Sam talked to the husband of Constance/the woman in white. She could see the frustration on the man’s face as Sam accused him of cheating. Sam walked back to the car eying Dawn.
“What’d you get?”
“I know where she’s buried and the house that she drowned her kids in.” Sam said, “But we need to rescue Dean first.”
Sam drove stiffly in the impala while Dawn and Dean were away. The woman in white riding shot gun trying to seduce him. He approached the house where she drowned her kids. He slid to a stop and she disappeared. She appeared again on top of Sam and dug her long fingers in to Sam’s chest creating five holes.
Dean shot at her from the side of his car and she vanished.
“I’m taking you home.” Sam said as he drove the car in to the front of the house.
The woman in white appeared in her house watching water drip down the stairs. Three children appeared before her and grabbed her. Sam, Dean, and Dawn watched as the kids carried their mom downward as she screamed.
Dean drove Sam to his dorm and let him out.
“You know, Sam, the three of us made one hell of a team.” Dean said.
“Yeah we did.”
Sam walked up to his dorm and lied down on his bed. Jess wasn’t home. He relaxed when something fell on to his face. A thick liquid substance, Sam’s eyes shot open and Jess was hanging from the ceiling. Her stomach was ripped open and the blood fell on him.
“No!” Sam yelled as the room caught on fire.
Dean burst through the door, Dawn right behind him. “Sammy!” He yelled as he pulled Sam out of the burning building.
Sam lay against the car. His face wore a blank stare as Dawn went over and threw her arms around him. He hugged her back, he didn’t feel like crying but he felt a chunk of his gut missing.
“We’ve got work to do.” Sam said getting in the impala.