Save Me

A/N: Hi everyone! So, at the begging you will find this a lot similar to the orignal BTVS episode Becoming part 2 but don't worry. Its just a small chunk. Most of it is orignal work from me.
Anyway enjoy! Also I got this idea from http://www.tthfanfic.org/Story-14931/Alcharma+A+Fresh+Start.htm
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words I write. Whoever created SPN owns them, and Joss owns BTVS.
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The body was a host. It had died, crumbled into a mass of dust under the coffin. The spell wouldn’t take long, this Willow knew. She sat in the circle, her black dress flowing beneath her. Xander, Anya, and Tara were with her. Giles was gone; he couldn’t tell her that she shouldn’t do this. Buffy was… lost without her sister. Without Dawn, she was just going through the motions.

Everyone saw it; that was why they were doing this. The air was chilly, even colder thanks to the knowledge of the spell they were going to do. Tara, Willow, Xander, and Anya sat in a circle, each holding a candle. Willow was at the foot of the grave, Xander and Tara right next to her.

“Does everybody have their candles?” Willow asked, nervous.

Anya swallowed, “I'm trying, my lighter won't stay lit.” she attempted to light the lighter again, only to have it blown out.

Willow looked at Anya, “Well, hurry, it has to-“

She was interrupted by Tara, “What time is it?”

Xander checked his watch, “A minute till midnight.”

Willow started to look nervous now. “C'mon, Anya, do you have it?”

Just as Willow got her last word out, it worked. “I got it, I got it. I got it.”
Willow nodded, “Okay. Start the circle. Now.” She glanced at the sky. Oh god, she was so nervous.

They all kneeled, holding their candles, except Willow who held the Urn of Osiris.
The headstone entitled “Dawn Marie Summers” gleamed in the moon light of the forest grave. Beneath the name read, “Beloved sister, devoted child. She gave up everything, for us.”

Willow grabbed a small jar containing the fawn's blood needed for the spell, and pours it into the urn. Tara and Xander looked nervous, even more so than Willow herself.

Then the spell began and Willow spoke; “Osiris, keeper of the gate, master of all fate, hear us.” She dipped her finger into the urn and marked her forehead and both cheeks with the blood. Then she began again, “Before time, and after. Before knowing and nothing.”

She poured the contents of the urn onto the earth with shaky hands. Then she began again, “Accept our offering. Know our prayer.” She was on a roll, when suddenly she jerked backward, panting. Her arms went out at her sides. Deep ugly gashes appeared on her arms.

Alarmed, Xander reached out for Willow, shouting her name.

Tara looked frightened but stood in place, “No! She t - she told me ... she'd be tested. This is supposed to happen.”

Willow let out harsh gasps, but spoke louder, determined. “Osiris! Here lies the treasure of the people. Let her cross over!” She winced in pain. Blood ran from the cuts on her arms, and round shapes moved under her skin. She gave a little moan of pain. The round things moved up her arms and over her chest toward her neck.

Xander was beginning to look desperate, “She needs help!”

Tara shook her head, “Xander, she's strong! She said not to stop, no matter what. If we break the cycle now, it's over. Dawnie won’t come back if we fail this.” She said, looking like she wanted to do nothing more than what Xander was about too.

They all watched anxiously. Willow continued to breathe heavily. Suddenly they heard a loud rumbling and they all look around nervously.

Anya was paranoid, but then who wouldn’t be? “Oh god, what is that noise?”

The motorcycle passed through, and Willow’s eyes widened. “NO!” She shouted. The four of them stood, alarmed at the demons coming through.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god!” Anya said, desperately holding on to Xander. “Ahn, please. It’s okay. We gotta go now.”

Anya nodded, her whole body shaking. The four of them ran, the demon motorcycle gang chasing them.
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Sam looked at Dean. They had been in Sunnydale searching for what was haunting this town when the demon gang attached the place. The two had run into the forest, and were now out of breath.

“God Dean, what were those things?” Sam asked, looking alarmed.

“I Dunno. Some kind of demon.” Dean said, “It doesn’t matter.”

The wind blew, and a burst of power went through them. “Did you feel that?” Sam asked eyes wide. “Dean?”

Dean stood, frozen. Holy, fucking, shit! “Sam, we’re leavin’. Soon as we find the Impala we’re friggin’ out of here!” he said grabbing his brother’s arm.

“Dean—Dean we can’t just leave. Dude, don’t tell me you’re scared!” Sam whispered mockingly as they ducked among the trees when a set of headlights came apon them.

“Like fucking hell, Sam. Look I just don’t want you to piss you’re pants. I mean come on Sam; you were the one that wanted to leave. Remember? Something about the energy surrounding this place.”

Sam rolled his eyes, “Yeah well, you’re the one who wanted to blindly fallow dads orders!” he countered, as they headed towards the exit of the forest.

“Yeah well—“Dean couldn’t think of anything to say so he said, “Fuck you, bitch!”

When she took her first gasps of breath, Dawn’s eyes had snapped opened and she found herself in a closed place. The whiteness surrounded her. Panic threatened to tear her up inside. She grabbed at the white cloth around her, desperately getting out. She kicked hard at the wood, tears falling down her face. Her vision was blurred, but she didn’t know if she wanted to see.

With kicks and punches, the child found herself out of the coffin, digging upward, through the dirt. She climbed through the dirt, crawling out of her own grave. She let out a great gasp of breath, unsure of what she was doing.

“Fuck you, bitch!” were the first words the child heard. They came from a man—what was a man? She didn’t know. She didn’t know anything. Nothing. Why? God, she was so scared. Who was she? Where was this? Was she in hell? Heaven? What were these things? The panic threatening to consume her grew until she broke down into sobs.

Sam heard it first. It sounded like a little girl crying. It sounded human, so painfully human but you never could be too careful with the line of work they were in. He held his gun close too him, gesturing to his brother that they should fallow the voice.

Dean gave him a look that clearly read ‘Are you fucking stupid? It’s a friggin’ trap!’

Sam just looked at him, making his eyes show that he didn’t care. What if it wasn’t a trap? What if there really was a lost little girl here? Were they just gonna leave her in the forest—one full of monsters and crazy shit everywhere?

Dean sighed, ‘no.’ he didn’t speak it, but Sam knew that sigh. Together, the brothers headed forward in time too see the little girl curled up in a ball. The moonlight shun on her. She had long brown hair, pale skin. Her dress was a long black dress that looked like it hadn’t been washed in ages. Her hair was covered in dirt, hell, even she was covered in dirt.
His eyes lingered to the hole beside her. Was that—god! A new born vampire and she couldn’t have been more than 14! He kept his gun aimed, but Sam seemed to back down. He jerked his head at his brother, and then gestured towards the grave. ‘Sam, will you fucking look at that? She’s a fucking vampire!’ but his brother wasn’t listening.

Sam carefully went towards her, “Hey- are you alright?” he knew she was human. There was something that just told him she was. And she was here, lost in the two graveyards.
She jerked her head upwards, towards the boys and her eyes grew wide. She stood, alarmed.

“Hey,” Sam said, reassuringly, “its okay. We won’t hurt you.” He raised his hands in a non threatening motion, setting down the gun first. He glanced back at Dean. “He won’t either. Right, Dean?” Which, could also be interpreted as, ‘Put the gun down.’
All Dean could think was- ‘No friggin’ way!’

The girl looked at him, backing away. “Wh-who’re you?” she asked, voice small and full of fear. Dean wouldn’t buy it.

“My name is Sam, that’s my brother, Dean.” Sam said gently. She looked at him, eyes wide.

“What’s you’re name?”

“I- I don’t know.” The child whispered.

“Don’t- Jesus- Sam she’s bleeding!” Dean said, looking at her hands. They were an ugly red. The liquid dripped from them.

“I- I had to get out.” The child whispered, her voice strained. “Had to- couldn’t…couldn’t stay in there. I shouldn’t be here.”

Sam’s eyes lingered where the hole was. His eyes were wide when she understood.

“Oh god.” He whispered.

Dean looked at his brother, “What?” he asked. The glanced down at his feet. Was that what he thought it was? Dean bent down, picking up a piece of the glass. Then his eyes god wide- it was an urn of Osirus. Oh god, this wasn’t happening, but it was. Everything clicked. The blood on the girl’s hands, the hole in the ground- where she dug her way out of her own grave. Someone had tried to resurrect her and they succeeded.

“They didn’t….they didn’t wait for you.” Sam whispered, “And you had to dig you’re way out.”

Dean stared, anger flaring within him. The kid couldn’t have been more than sixteen. He took a step forward, “Hey- its okay. We’re not gonna hurt you. I think, I think you’re name is Dawn. Is that right?” he asked.

She stared at him for a few moments. She heard him, but didn’t comprehend. Oh. He wanted to know if her name was Dawn.

Was it? Did it matter? “Yes.” She said, though she was unsure if this was true or not.

“Dean. Oh god, we’ve got to get her out of here.”

“Yeah. Hey—Dawn, how about going on a trip with us?” Dean asked, stepping one more pace forward.

Dawn stepped back, alarmed. “But I have to find her…” she whispered.

“Who? Maybe we can help you.” Sam said.

“Buffy.” And then she took off running.