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There's a loud thump and a pained groan as Dawn does a bellyflop-- without the whole 'into water' part, which is both better and so very much worse-- onto the platform. Groaning again, she rolls onto her back then slowly sits up, stretching her neck and rubbing at her face.

"Did I mention that 'hey, sure I'll help with baby Slayer training today' is not secret code for 'time to try to break Dawn'? I may not be able to squish you with my huge giant-y feet anymore, but that doesn't mean it's open season. Seriously, you didn't have to hit me that--"

She breaks off mid complaint as she actually looks around, taking in her surroundings and realizes that wherever she is, it's not Scotland. And unless one of the baby slayers hit her hard enough she passed out and this is all a wacky coma dream, things are seriously wrong.

"--Hard. What's going on?"

She pushes up off the ground, wincing as her knees sting a little thanks to the whole 'scraped from crashing into the ground' angle. Grabbing the weird fake Blackberry thing is priority number one, then heading down the stairs and out the door.

...The door which promptly disappears behind her. Dawn's eyes get wider, and she presses a hand against the space where a door should be. "Oh, this cannot be good. Buffy? Oh, my God, I'm so dead. Buffy's gonna kill me if I got kidnapped again. I just got all normal Dawn-sized and not half horse or creepy doll-like. I can't be kidnapped." She runs a hand through her hair, trying to calm down. "It's okay. There is obviously a perfectly logical reason for this. A reason which is just... eluding me for a second. I just need to calm down. No freaking for Dawn Summers, for I'm an adult-type responsible person with coping skills that help in these situations."

She rolls her eyes. "And I'm talking to myself. Which is not at all a sign of freak out-ness. Nope." Looking around again, moving past freaked to 'let's work this out'. "Can anyone hear me? Willow? Xander? Even Andrew. Andrew would be okay right now. In fact, I would be really glad to see Andrew, which usually doesn't happen until I need an ANTM marathon buddy or some funnel cake, but... yeah, I'd be happy to see Andrew right now."

Dawn bites her lip and looks down, swallowing hard. Tiny Watcher is officially a little more worried than she would like to be. "...Anybody?"

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Not even a little bit.

"Okay. But I am sorry. It's a habit by now." Dawn nods, shifting over to research mode seamlessly from bubbly teenager. "Hunters. So you're from a world with like... monsters to hunt, but no Slayer?"

She looks both a tiny bit weirded out and fascinated.

Edited 2009-06-25 06:34 (UTC)

This'll be fun.

"Hit the nail right on the head. Yeah, we've got demons, vampires, werewolves, angry spirits. Never heard of a Slayer before getting here. We have girl Hunters, just not many of 'em."

Dean's mostly amused. The Scooby gang seems a lot more... energetic, than the web of Hunters Dean knows back home.

Dawn promises she won't hurt him?

"Ghosts." Her fingers itch for a notebook and some pens, and if Dean doesn't want to find himself grilled within an inch of his life about his world, he should... no, there's no hope no matter what he does. Tiny Watcher is on the case.

She nods. "So, it's like... not a sacred calling or anything? People just. You know, go 'I think I'll kill monsters today'?" She rolls her eyes a little. "I mean, in the less facetious example way."

...And this is Dawn fairly lowkey.

He's had worse things happen to him than a bubbly teenager prodding him for answers.

Usually people don't take so much interest in what Dean does, and most of the time he doesn't feel like telling. But Dawn's related to Buffy, and Dean's assuming she's probably seen her fair share of monsters, so he doesn't mind explaining.

"Not a sacred calling, no. Most people are pushed into the job. A friend of mine got into the business 'cause his wife was possessed by a demon and was killed," Dean says it very casually, like this sort of thing happens all the time. "It's not exactly a job offer in the Sunday paper."

Dawn will check back later, after she has gotten in-depth with the poking. Dean might be scared then.

"So you're like... just normal people, fighting the good fight?" No, Dawn's not at all filing this away to potentially be used in 'but you could be a florist!' arguments with Buffy.

Hoo boy. That'll be interesting. They can compare apocalypses! Or something.

"Normal's not the word I'd use, but yeah, pretty much," Dean answers with a snort. "You do the twenty questions thing a lot, Dawn?"

All of the above?

"You know, no powers. Not like... the regularly accepted definition of 'normal' which, when you think about it? Is a made up social construct. Doesn't exist, not even a-- um." She goes slightly pink. "Sorry, babble. It's a thing I do."

Nodding, Dawn tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "So if you know Buffy, you know Giles, right? I'm going to do his job. Be a Watcher, I mean. I'm a geek, the whole research thing is like... my raison d'être. With special emphasis on the languages part."

All of the above.

Dean huffs out a laugh when Dawn stops and goes pink, amused by her. She's like a girl version of Sam when he'd been a kid. He hadn't ever stopped babbling, and man, he'd been smart. Pause while Dean takes a second to be all proud about his baby brother, and then he's back in the game.

"Nah, it's fine," Dean waves it off, grinning. "I know Giles, just didn't know what he did. But I get it. You'd love my brother, kiddo, he's got the geek thing mastered."

The world is doomed.

The laugh makes Dawn blush a little harder, but she's still grinning. "You get used to it. And sometimes, even learn to make sense of the rapid fire subject changes and tangents and pop culture references."

She mouths 'kiddo', then shakes her head, laughing a little. Apparently, the whole 'let's give Dawn nicknames that imply she's young and tiny' is a universal thing. "I guess all sibling duos need a geek sibling and a likes to fight things sibling. For the balance thing."

Edited 2009-06-29 18:18 (UTC)

Seems to happen that way a lot with Dean.

"Now see, pop culture references I can do," Dean replies, grinning back. This kid is definitely shaping up to be one of Dean's favorites. He can see the Buffy in her, but she's definitely got a personality of her own, which Dean likes.

Hey, she's eighteen and Dean is thirty. He is full within his rights to call her kiddo. "Sounds about right. Older sibling's usually the likes to fight thing sibling and younger sibling's the geeky one, in my experience."

Weirdly enough, with Dawn too.

"Sometimes no description will work unless it includes gratuitous references to Sunday morning cartoons." She nods firmly, trying to look serious and... mostly failing. Dean seems... kind of like an odd hybrid of Spike and Buffy, in a weird way, which is pretty much firmly in her comfort zone. Maybe she's a little too quick to draw parallels and decide she likes people, but if Buffy likes Dean at least it means he's already on the safe list.

And it's not like the 'I'm not a kid!' defense ever stops anyone else from calling her things that make her sound like a ten year old. "In mine, too. Also, the younger siblings are always awesomer and have better taste in shoes."

Why yes, she is teasing.

Now imagine them together.

"That's what I'm always telling Sam," Dean agrees. Even though he doesn't know Spike, he'd be pleased to know that Dawn approves of him. It's always nice to have people with a sense of humor similar to his around. Besides, it's not like Dean hasn't already drawn parallels to Dawn and Sam, and chances are, if you remind Dean of Sam, you've got an in.

"... Pretty sure the better taste in shoes part doesn't apply to me n' Sam." Dean snorts.

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