Chapter 1: Black Sterling Roses

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.

Summary: Professor of Wiccan Theology Dawn Summers has a secret admirer is it Dean or Sam Winchester? Author’s note: This is A/U for Supernatural Sam Killed YED without Dean having to sell his soul. For those who do not know what black sterling roses are they are light purple almost silver. They look like they glow in the moon light as well sunlight.

Dawn Summers sat on top of the kitchen table, quickly down breakfast. Shit! I am so late! Faith will even be at work on time at this rate! Dawn rushed around the house gathering all of her things together. She dove into her bedroom, her date from the previous night, CJ, lay sprawled out on her bed. She brushed her teeth quickly. Whose brilliant idea was it to get drunk? Man, I can’t even remember last time I had a hangover this bad. Oh yes, I do - the first time Faith and I went clubbing.

Her car was being serviced, but she looked outside and saw CJ’s motorcycle sitting in the driveway. He won’t mind. Hell, he probably won’t even be awake by the time I get back, she rationalized. Dawn reached for the key and scribbled a note for him on a piece of paper. Crap, there was a teachers meeting this morning and I’m two hours late. I am so screwed!

Dawn jumped on CJ’s bike, and set off for the university. When she arrived, everyone stopped and stared. Dawn hopped off of the bike, pulling off the helmet.

“Whoa! Professor Summers! Nice bike Professor! Take me for a ride?” teased one student.

Dawn gave him a death glare, smirking inwardly as he turned red and ran off. She charged into the school, her strawberry blonde hair blowing behind her. Staff meeting, oh damn! She pressed her hand against the door and walked in out of breath and hung over.

“Sorry, I am late - cough - I forgot to set my alarm,” she finished triumphantly. I haven’t pulled that excuse since I was in high school, when school wasn’t being interrupted by a weekly apocalypse.

“So nice of you to grace us with your presence, Ms. Summers. Sit down,” snapped Ms. Perkins. Dawn took her seat next to Sam Winchester, grimacing when he flashed her his blindingly white smile.

“Late night Dawn?” he whispered.

“Shut up, Sam,” she grumbled.

Ms. Perkins began to drone on and Dawn soon found herself falling asleep on Sam’s shoulder. Fortunately, Sam was used to being her human pillow and tolerated it well, in her opinion.

“Dawn, it’s over,” Sam shook Dawn awake once Ms. Perkins had left the room.

“Huh? I agree with Sam!” she yelled raising her hand in the air. Her eyes grew wide. “Oh, it’s over! Thank the goddess!”

Sam smiled patiently at her outburst and she could see mischief light in his eyes as he asked, “Dawn, would you mind telling me why you are so late?”

“No, I think the truth would be too fragile for yours ears, Sam” she grinned.

Sam blushed red, proving to Dawn that he wouldn’t be able to handle her extracurricular activities. Grabbing her friend’s necktie, she pulled him up and out of the room as they began to go about the rest of their day. They rounded the corridor, entering Dawn’s office and she stopped in the doorway. All around the room, there were vases filled with black sterling roses. Grace, the department secretary walked up to Dawn.

“Dawn, you got all these roses. I didn’t look at the card. I just put as many of them as I could in your office, but some of them had to go on my desk,” Grace told her with a smile that really said that she was happy to have some of the extra flowers brightening up the dreary department office.

Dawn smiled at her knowingly, but kept her mouth shut as Grace continued, “Also, a package arrived for you. Unfortunately, it arrived before the flowers did and I put it on your desk. I’m not sure you’ll be able to find it now.”
Grace shrugged an apology and left to answer the phone, which she had been ignoring for the past few minutes, but had finally decided warranted her attention.

After the secretary left, Dawn turned in a complete circle around the room, taking in all of the flowers. How am I supposed to get any work done today? There’s not a single surface for me to actually open a book!

“What am I going to do with all these flowers?” Dawn wondered aloud, noticing that Sam had gone strangely quiet. Shaking her head, she rooted around her desk and found a purple package in between vase number 4 and vase number 7. There was a card attached and, when she opened it, she found an engraving of yet another black sterling rose.

Dear Dawn,

I hope you know who I am. If you don’t, I will be saddened.

I hope that you like the gift. If you remember me, meet me at the Plaza Hotel tonight at 8pm, room 1313.

A thousand black sterling roses, for the one I love.

Dawn smiled and tried to figure out who could have possibly sent her the roses and the gift. She looked down at the small package and decided that the mystery could wait. Opening the package revealed a silver bracelet with a black sterling rose pendant on it.

“Achoo!” someone sneezed.

“Bless you, Sam!”

“Dawn, did I ever happened to mention that I am allergic to roses?” he sneezed.

“No, I can’t say you ever did Sam.”

“So, what did your secret admirer send you?” Sam asked.

“Oh nothing,” she replied putting the bracelet into her pocket.


8 p.m. the Plaza Hotel outside room 1313:

Dawn stood ready to knock on the door of room 1313, she was dressed in a little black and purple dress, and she had a black sterling rose in her hair. She fiddled with the bracelet as she waited for him to open the door.

“So you do remember me after all,” Dean said. He was leaning against the door frame in a black leather jacket and tight black jeans, holding a black sterling rose.

“Of course, how could you even think that I wouldn’t?” Dawn asked him as she moved into the room.
She had met Dean at the same club she had been at the previous night. It was a few days earlier and she had borrowed CJ’s motorcycle then, too, so owed him a ride home after his shift was over. The amount of smoke in the club had bothered her enough to brave the night outside and that almost proved fatal until someone came along and saved her from a demon. He was very handsome and when he told her that he would like to see her again under less ,i>supernatural circumstances, he pulled one of the black sterling roses out of the vase that had been left on the hostess podium from the high class outdoor café next door and handed it to her.

She was surprised, given his outfit from earlier, that he had booked such a fancy room, but kept that thought to herself as she walked further into the room and gave him her attention.

“There is someone I would like you to meet. He is coming soon. Anyway, tell me what you did when you saw all those black sterling roses in the office?” Dean asked her, leading her over to the plush couch.

“Well surprised - very surprised - especially when I came home and found this dress on my door step,” she responded as she twirled around for Dean.

“Since it was such short notice, I figured it was only fair of me to provide you with something to wear. The lady at the store downstairs said that you would like it,” he added, the slightest tinge coloring his cheeks before he looked away so she could not see his embarrassment.

Yes, dress shopping is quite the blow to the male ego, I would presume, Dawn smiled at the thought of the rough and tumble hunter trying to understand designer dresses. Before she could comment further, they were interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Come in!” Dean called, then turned back to comment to Dawn, “I told him 9pm, so uh…he’s a little early. I hope that’s okay.”

The figure entered the hotel room, a running commentary on the pretentiousness of the location already flowing, but stopped in his tracks at the sight of Dawn standing next to Dean.

Dawn took a step forward, but tripped over the end of her dress as she exclaimed, “My goddess, Sam!”