So. To sum up the last few weeks. Getting into college. Prom. Her kid with Sam. Her kid with Luke. Graduation. Faerie invasion complete with faerie frying pan smackdown. Family dinner. Saying goodbye to Mel. Sort of, except not.

Watching Mel die.Yeah, that last one was still tripping her up a bit. Probably better not to think about it ( Read more... )

Dawn wasn't sure this was the best idea she'd ever had, but it was too late now, and people she loved had had to watch her fight, so it wasn't like they were going to let her leave them behind while she spent time with some other people ( Read more... )

Dawn was trying very, very hard not to hyperventilate. She and Luke had a daughter. A tiny, almost cute little girl named Jolee who was currently napping next to her father ( Read more... )

It was a good thing she'd had all day to prepare for this, her senior prom. Sam had once again been banished while she got dressed, and there'd been a couple of "how do I do this" calls to her sister (mostly involving how to get her hair to stay where she put it. Finally, that was done and her make-up was on, she'd put on her shoes and was ( Read more... )

Dawn had finally made it upstairs after waking up with Mel in the lobby, very full of pickles.

The problem of Sam and cooties and his girly hair had been bothering Dawn, so she started rummaging through her desk, and found the tape Buffy someone had left there ( Read more... )

So, great. There'd been an adventure and she'd met some guy, and they'd handed off the information about the angels.

That didn't mean Sam, Professor Winchester, Bridge, Xander, Willow, or Mel were back, though. Damn it.

This sucked out loud.

[ooc: Door is closed, post can be open.]

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Dawn was bouncing around her room in excitement, holding a very large envelope marked with the words "Oxford University."

She'd probably get around to opening it eventually. This was sooooooo much better than tequila.

[ooc: Door and post are open to anyone who wants to know what the squealing was about.]

Dawn was sprawled out on the bed, writing a long overdue e-mail to her sister.

( Cut to save the f-list )

Since Dawn had not one boyfriend and one dog, but no boyfriends and two dogs for at least the day, she decided the best way to spend her Saturday would be to take them for a very long walk and let them play outside, especially since it seemed to be a nice, relatively warm afternoon.

So, first there had been handwavey trips to J, GoB, the Perk, and ( Read more... )

Dawn loved Valentine's Day. She'd gotten roses from lots of people, but most especially from Sam, and she'd kept sticking her nose in them at periodic intervals throughout the day as she'd studied at her desk.

However, she'd also discovered one small problem. She really, really, really wanted to follow Dean's advice and get the hell over ( Read more... )