Fiction- Chuckie's Angel- Part Two

Title: Chuckie's Angel

Author: Restive Nature

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Buffy The Vampire Slayer or to Supernatural. They belong respectively to Whedon & Mutant Enemy and to Kripke & The CW. No infringement is intended. This fiction is for private enjoyment only.

Rating: PG-13

Genre: Crossover

Type: Humor

Pairing: Chuck/ Dawn as friends (with Sam, Dean and Cas thrown in for seasoning.)

Summary: The archangel on his shoulder turned out not to be so much an angel, as a temperamental teen.

Spoilers/ Time line: This is Season 6 for BtVS, Episode “After Life” and Season 4, Episode “The Monster At The End Of This Book”.

Feedback: Always welcome!

Distribution: Ask first please.

A/N: I know “After Life” happened early in the airing dates, while “...Monster...” was later, but it will be explained.

Chuckie's Angel

Part Two

“So uh,” Chuck nervously licked at his lips, staring back and forth between the two brothers. Dean was glaring hard at Sam, who was caught between chagrin and defiance. A common mix between the two of them. “What do we... what now?” Of course, for him, it was an inane question. He had been writing Sam and Dean, as if they were characters, but characters he thought he had created for many years now. He knew the innermost workings of their minds, why they reacted each and every time to even just the tiniest of happenings. If they ran true to form, they would be dumping the females that had been hijacked for this immortal battle, at an emergency room. And hoping like hell that no one would believe their crazy stories about being possessed.

But his characters had surprised him before.

Or not, he grinned, slightly maniacal. He certainly hadn't been expecting being thrust into the center of the action. But then he had been written into the story. It was just not by his own hand, but a more divine intervention. But it tracked with what he knew about Dean. That this man would put anything in the path of saving Sam, including himself. And the assurance of a sort that Dean received from the angel Castiel, would have been good enough that Chuck would be protected. Which he had been. Albeit in a very unexpected fashion. That green fire...

Which was interesting. He stared down at the teen aged girl. She was an enigma. Or was she a red herring for something larger that was going to happen. When he had thought, if he had ever thought, he couldn't recall at this late date, of what his guardian angel might be, he had never considered that it would be a blue eyed, gangly teen with a slight dusting of freckles on her nose. He smiled gently, sensing that in the future, she'd be a hell of a looker. But for right now, she was just an innocent girl that had been stolen, probably from her family. Chuck frowned, wondering if she would have any memory of what she had been used for. He felt bad that she might. But still a little scared that she might not.

At least, if she remembered being taken by an angel, or archangel, as Dean had said, the higher ups of the regular angel army of heaven, then she had an explanation. As crazy as that was and he knew crazy. Being taken, with no memory of what she had done or had done to her was a kind of crazy that he didn't want to see. Frowning, he tuned back in to the conversation the brothers were having. And it was just as he'd suspected.

“We... we can't do that,” he interrupted and both men spared him a quick glance before they were turning back to gather up any incriminating evidence before they called an ambulance or delivered the girls themselves to the hospital. Dean was arguing heavily for making the call and getting the hell out of there to avoid the authorities. Sam however, was worried that the girls might wake up in the interim and not realize immediately that they needed medical attention.

“After all,” Sam sighed. “Who knew how long Lilith has been riding around in this woman. She's a dental hygienist Dean,” he added, as if that would make a difference to his brother. He turned and gestured to the girl on the floor. “And her. A freaking archangel took her, blew fire from her mouth to get rid of Lilith. Who knows what that did to her?”

“Well, you'd figure someone in a health profession would know to seek help and at least the kid won't be alone,” Dean shrugged philosophically. Sam heaved a sigh and Chuck decided to step in.

“Remember Meg?” he asked quietly. When both brothers looked at him, both with masks of guilt on their faces that he recognized easily, though another might not. He nodded slowly. “She wasn't lying about being awake for long parts of her possession. I saw it. I saw some of the things Meg had that girl do. Not for part of her plan, not to chase you boys down or John. But just from the sheer pleasure that causing other people's pain and miseries brought her. And the girl? She was possessed by an archangel. That seems... pretty huge to me. I don't... feel right about just leaving her. I need to... thank her or something,” he ended, feeling awkward and kinda lame when it came down to it.

He heard Dean's sigh and Sam's soft sound of support. Of course. If he got Sam on his side, Dean might argue, but eventually he would cave.

“So what do you want to do Chuck?” Sam asked gently. “Wait for her to wake up?”

Chuck nodded. “I mean,” he added excitedly. “The girl possessed by Meg knew her plans. What if this one,” he pointed towards the dental hygienist, “knows what Lilith is up to.”

“I don't think Lilith would be that careless,” Sam worried at his lower lip. “She knows we're gunning for her. She... she's been around a lot longer than we'd think.”

“The first demon that ol' Lucy changed,” Dean nodded. “I think Sam's right. But the kid? Even if she does remember, do we really need to be around, reminding her of this crazy shit?”

“You can go then,” Chuck stated, surprising himself with the vehemence of his statement, but then realized that it had a rightness to it. Like when the writing flowed. Because it never seemed to flow smoothly for him. Only when he stayed true to the words and things he had seen. Not that he was the best writer out there. But... it was apparently all part of some great universal plan and Chuck was slowly starting to accept his role in this whole thing. Not that he liked it.

They all agreed in the end that it probably wasn't the best idea that they stick around there any longer. Of course, carrying two bodies, especially female bodies, out of a motel room would have been overly suspicious. So they decided to take the girl and leave the dental hygienist, calling for an ambulance. It was the best they could do in the moment.

Chuck, knowing the boys preferences about seating arrangements in the Impala, slid into the back after the girl that Dean had deposited on the driver's side. Sam would be up front, because of his long legs. Common sense really. But Dean would want to be able to keep an eye on the unknown person in his home. And that's what the car was.

The girl was slumped against the door and Chuck stared at her. “Shouldn't we... put her seat belt on?”

“I'll take it easy on corners,” Dean gruffly assured him, patting his shoulder. “But you wanna put your hands on jail bait and risk her waking up while you're doing it? I'll just go stand over there.”

Chuck chewed on his lower lip and then nodded, reaching to pull the door shut. He treated the car with respect, which he knew had earned him at least some brownie points with Dean. The car was his too, Chuck smiled ruefully. People didn't realize just how important this car was to the Winchester family. It was the embodiment of home to them. It was part of the family.

Luckily for them all, the girl stayed asleep on the trip back to Chuck's place. And when she shifted herself out of her awkward position, without waking up, something fell out of her pocket. Chuck snatched up what looked like a female mini wallet, all pink and flowery. Curious, he flipped it open. It was hard for him to meet people, aside from the liquor store employees. He knew them all too well.

“Huh,” he grunted, causing both brothers to glance towards him. Dean of course, using the rear view mirror, but Sam turned in his seat. Chuck read over the information he had found and then held up the wallet for the boys to see. “Her school identification from last year. Lists her as Dawn Summers. Sunnydale California.”

It wasn't much, they knew, all of them. Because in the interim, the girl and her family could have moved. Most likely had moved, but what if she hadn't. What if Chuck's archangel had to have a specific host? But it was a starting point. At the very least, they could stop calling her the girl. Or, in Dean's case, heavenly jail bait inferno girl.

“Sunnydale?” Sam asked with a grimace, reaching for the wallet and Chuck nodded as he handed it over. “There's something...” he paused for a moment and then included the others in his puzzled look. “Name of the town, I can't remember what.”

“Well, get cracking,” Dean snorted, returning his full attention to driving. Sam's fingers were deftly rifling through the wallet. There was no money, a few pictures and of course the school card. But then he pulled a slip clear from behind one of the pictures of Dawn with another older girl. Probably a sister or maybe a cousin.

“Here,” he noted, reading from the card. “If found please return to Dawn Summers, 1630 Revello Drive, Sunnydale. Nothing else.”

“Well, we'll just get Dawn back to Chuck's, he can get her number, call her family,” Dean decided. “They probably just moved to the area.”

“Not necessarily Dean,” Sam sighed. “We have no clue how she got there. If the archangel guarding Chuck needed to yank her from somewhere... I mean, how many actual people do we know that can handle breathing fire like... that?”

Dean shrugged. It was probably way above his pay grade. Of course, if the kid were playing for the other team? Then he'd be busting ass all over it.

They arrived at Chuck's and Dean pulled in smoothly at the curb. Getting Dawn out of the car was just as easy, the girl still limp in unconscious land. Chuck hurried to open the door for Dean, carrying the load, realizing that he had forgotten to lock his door. He directed Dean to put Dawn on the sofa and went to find the latest phone book that had been delivered to his home. He kept it at hand sometimes for inspiration on names. Not that it worked. The names had to be what was in his head and not under his fingertips. It was a long shot, but he didn't really want to call information to look for the unknown family. Didn't want to have to explain how he'd come by the girl. He was hoping she'd wake and do it herself. After he'd properly thanked her of course.

Sam however, much to Dean's apparent annoyance, had seated himself at Chuck's computer. He was moving the mouse, frowning at what he was seeing and then Chuck realized with a slight hint of embarrassment, that it was the scene between he and Lilith that he'd printed off. Like it was evidence. With an exasperated sigh, he fiddled with the mouse again, pulling up a search engine and then employing the keyboard.

His muttered imprecations after a few minutes had both Chuck and Dean moving to read over his shoulder. “This is not good guys.”

“What is it Sammy?” Dean wondered. Turning in his seat to look at his older brother, Sam tapped the screen.

“I remember why Sunnydale was odd,” he replied flatly. “It doesn't exist. At least, not anymore.”

“What d'ya mean?” Dean demanded as Chuck felt a chill run through him as he glanced back at Dawn.

“I mean that over a hundred years ago,” Sam explained acerbically, “there was a frontier town named Sunnydale. It was built over a series of caverns. At least that's what the reports say. In truth it was built over an extremely powerful devil's gate. When a black mage tried to perform a ritual, something went wrong. The warlock was devoured, as was the entire town. The place draws bad energy, but there is no town there.”

“Well crap,” Dean sighed, his own calculating eyes turning to the girl. “So what? Her little school card some sort of hoax or prank? What are we looking at here Sam?”

“I have no idea Dean,” Sam snapped back, though he did turn to looking for Dawn in other public records. Maybe the identification had been a memento of a field trip to the ghost town. A very long shot and he couldn't imagine something like that coming from the mind of a teenager.

“Um, I think our best bet is to wait for her to wake up guys,” Chuck muttered, his eyes on Dawn. She was beginning to stir, albeit very quietly at the moment.

“Yeah,” Dean grunted. “Cause I was just so looking forward to even more crazy crap today.” He turned to Chuck. “You got any more beer in the house. I have a feeling we're gonna need it.”

Chuck nodded absently. But when Dean moved to start skirting the coffee table, the girl, Dawn, finally awoke. And of course, it made sense that, seeing a large, unknown man coming at her, she screamed.

And kept screaming.