With a crack and a slip
Part seven of Anon request series- Unknown gang daughter.
Part one of the series- read this first! With the strike of a match Part Two- With a wink and a smile. Part Three- With a flick of my blade Part Four- With a smirk and a toss Part Five- With a silent fear and hunger. Part Six- With files and a hunch
Dean x unknown Daughter, Sam x unknown niece, badass!winchester Reader- is this a thing? Because it should be.
Word Count: 3489
Castle by Halsey
The television propped on the back of the bar plays the news and it sure has some great shots of the fire still burning at the District Attorney’s house. They throw up similar shots from the Mayor’s house and the head judge’s while their fires were still blazing just as bright. A pretty news lady interviews someone on the street and mentions a current gang member on trial that probably caused it. Such trash that the DA was just trying to clean up their streets.
“Yup. He just wants to clean up the streets,” I croon into my glass of scotch. Taye, my favorite bartender, chuckles and winks at me.
“Lookin’ good, Seren.” Reese slides onto the stool next to me, his hands coming together on the bar top.
Taye stops in front of him and raises his brow, “don’t be stupid. What can I get you?”
Reese only smiles but his eyes flick my way, something flashing in them that reminds me too much of all that’s been going on around us. That pit in my stomach lurches at my own part in it. “Tequila.”
“What is it?” I ask, knowing it’s a little early but the old man has been more and more paranoid these last few months.
“Gotta take you in, but we have time for a drink.”
“Glad he asked one of us instead of that spunk bubble he sent after me.”
Reese grins before knocking the shot back. “I heard about that. Needed seven stitches in one cheek, some nice blade work.” Then the grin fades and he frowns, “it’s not good. I don’t like what he’s…” his hand clenches around the glass, “I don’t want to follow the order.”
I touch his forearm, the tattoo he got with Darius feels warm under my fingers, “it’s okay. I want you to.”
He meets my eyes, “I won’t let him do it to you too. You know that right? We won’t stand for it.”
I smile, “thank you, but I can take care of myself.”
He smiles at that, “we all know that. But you’re not alone.”
I nod, knock back the rest of my drink, and stand. “Well, let’s get this over with.”
He stands with me, “Rasheen’s out front with Grim.”
I grit my teeth and shake my head, “of course.” I straighten my back, lift my head, and walk out of the bar with a salute to Taye, “see ya later, T.”
“Good luck, Seren.”
“What good is luck?” I glance back over my shoulder.
Taye smirks, “everyone needs a little bit of luck, kid. Even wicked little fighters like you.”
“I make my own luck,” I grin as Reese opens the door.
“Still counts. And you have a little of mine too.”
“Superstitious bastard,” Reese mumbles as he waves.
Once outside, Rasheen and Grim step up behind us. “Good to see you boys.” They don’t smile and Rasheen looks as uncomfortable as Reese was able to hide. Grim as usual doesn’t show a thing. One of the reasons he bothers everyone around him.
Reese guides me to a car and we all get in. Reese drives through the streets that haven’t been mine in two years. Streets that bring too many memories, too many scars. We pass an intersection and I almost flinch at the image of a car slamming to a stop in front of us cutting us off. But it’s not this car, and not these occupants. I try to shove it away but I know better now. It’s better to just let it go, let it fuel me on my way to where I’ll finally make it right.
JJ’s arm wrapped around me pulling me against his side.
“Stay here,” Darius barked as he climbed out of the car. My gaze was stuck on Big Daddy stepping out of the car that blocked us. Then ten different gang members flooded out from the shadows.
Darius froze on his way to Big Daddy who pulled a gun from his jacket. The passenger car door jerked open and hands pulled Marco from the car. JJ and I jumped out of the back seat.
Marco’s legs are kicked out from under him and I rushed for him but rough hands grabbed my arms and held me back. JJ’s growl beside me sent prickling needles down my spine as they dragged Marco over to Darius and Big Daddy.
Big Daddy held his gun out to Darius, “you need to prove your loyalty.”
Big Daddy looked at us, the delight in his eyes was sharp against my skin. “Make sure they watch. They need to learn and prove where they stand.”
Darius grabbed the gun and pointed it at Big Daddy’s face.
“Wrong move,” Big Daddy barked and looked at the man on Marco’s right side. He punched him hard in the face, blood gushed from his nose.
Big Daddy watched Darius’s face for a moment and Darius pulled the trigger. A click and nothing happened. Big Daddy shook his head but he was grinning. He took the gun from Darius’s hand and called out, “boys!”
Two of the gang’s biggest bruisers walked out from behind Big Daddy, Titan and G. Darius was tight with them, they worked the streets together and Darius had helped them too many times for them to follow the order. They would fight for Darius just like he did for them.
For those few steps it took them to make it to Darius, I felt lighter. They would block him from Big Daddy, they would step in front of him and shield him from Big Daddy. We stood up for each other, we were the siblings and Big Daddy was making a bad call.
The first punch knocked Darius’s head back so sharply, another crack broke through the shrill shrieking in my head. The second hit splashed something warm on my face. I ripped at the hands holding me, tugging and jerking and twisting, but nothing worked. My face was hot and too wet and my throat was raw.
Marco slammed his head into the face of the man holding his right arm and twisted so fast, he landed a solid punch in the face of the other before tearing over to Darius. His mouth open yelling something but I couldn’t hear anything over the pounding in my head, the rush of blood in my ears, the shrill tone still bouncing around inside my skull.
Two more members rushed forward and beat Marco down right next to Darius. Fists and boots and elbows and blood. So much blood.
There was nothing I could do.
Nothing.
Something strange happened as I finally got a look at JJ beside me being held back by two other members. His face soaked in anguish and wrath and… desperation. I wasn’t the only one, screaming and fighting and failing.
Failing.
We failed.
Then there was nothing. Like a shroud had fallen over me. Silence rang out even as the movement continued all around me. I stared at Big Daddy smiling down at the carnage in front of him. He barked something and they finally stopped.
Darius and Marco are pulled to their feet but they couldn’t stand. Not on their own. Some part of me still thought, this was the price and they’d let us go.
JJ and I were dragged over to the sidewalk and shoved to our knees. We could only watch as Darius and Marco were dragged over the pavement to us. Their faces a mess that I almost couldn’t look, but I also couldn’t look away. I couldn’t leave them alone. Even though they hung side by side in the street in front of us, I needed them to know I was there. It was all I could do.
Something happened when everything crashed together in my mind. I had seen something very similar to the actions unfolding in front of me and I slipped my rigging, slipped the vessel that held me.
There’s a freedom in such a slip, when nothing can touch you and you float above it all.
“Bite the curb.” Big Daddy’s command like a gavel dropping.
I watch the girl who used to be called Serenity jerk her head up and shriek, “NO!”
Darius and Marco are staring at each other completely oblivious to everything around them. Marco whispered to the one person that never let him down, “I love you, D. They can’t take that.”
One of the guys press the gun against the back of Marco’s head and Big Daddy clips out, “bite the curb, D. Prove your loyalty.”
“Fuck you!” Darius spits, blood splatters against the curb and the sidewalk under Serenity and JJ’s knees. Two kids that can do nothing.
The bottom of the handgun slams into the back of Marco’s head and Darius stares hard at the guy. “How could you…”
“We were family and you chose him over us.”
Darius shakes his head but his eyes move back to Marco who is fighting to keep his eyes open but it’s not easy. Blood is pooling in his brain and the new fractures in the back of his skull only make it worse. Contusions and hemorrhages. Blood on the brain. Cracks in the skull.
A hand shoves Darius’s face against the curb. “Bite it.”
Darius does as he’s told. Serenity thrashes against the hold on her arms and shoulders screaming at the men around her. Darius’s eyes are still on Marco when the gun pressed against the back of his head goes off. More hot liquid splatters Serenity and JJ’s faces. She shrieks in fury with blood stained, torn vocal cords. JJ stares in horror.
Darius jerks his head to the side just as a foot slams down on the back of it. His jaw gives under the pressure. Keening, wailing spill from his wrecked mouth as he continues to stare at Marco, eyes still half open.
Serenity is thrown to the sidewalk and JJ thrusts his head back connecting with the face behind him. He jerks free and punches the man that pushed Serenity to the ground. He only gets one solid punch before others grab him and shove him down beside her.
He stares into her eyes and screams her name as glazed empty eyes stare back at him.
Blue and red lights flood the sidewalk. The lights shine on the dark liquid soaking into Serenity’s clothes but she’s too far gone to feel anything. JJ talks to her, trying to reach her, trying to make sure she’s still with him.
“Clean it up,” Big daddy barks and walks away from it all.
Reese pulls the car into Big Daddy’s driveway and I take a deep, cleansing breath as his large house looms above. Rasheen leans forward and whispers into my ear, “you took care of me, not them. I’ve got ya back.”
I nod with a glance over my shoulder to meet his eyes. If there was anything I did not count on, it was Big Daddy putting someone in the line of fire that could dig so deep. I had not hidden that weakness as well as I thought I did, but I have been quite busy the last two years.
We all get out and one of Big Daddy’s cock suckers opens the front door.
“Took you long enough,” he scowls and both Reese and Rasheen scowl back. The problem with not running the streets with the rest of the crew is lack of connection. Something I played with a lot the last few years. The inner circle that lounges in luxury.
I walk inside and move through the house to where his throne resides in the kitchen. Big Daddy surrounded by his version of opulence. Disgusting considering the kids and members on the streets live with little more than nothing. It’s disturbing that I had to do any work at all to turn them against him.
A glance at Rasheen, Reese, and Grim tells me they see it clearly now. I wonder when they first noticed. When the street runners got arrested more and nothing was done? When less benefits went to the member working the streets? The discord between the members that held a blind faith in Big Daddy? Or just the simple fact that everything went to shit after Darius was betrayed?
“Well, at least you’ve used your own men this time.” Even his two right hand men look confused. Big Daddy keeps his face neutral. “Oh, so you didn’t tell them about that white collar rent a gang prick you sent after me? What was it he said..?”
“You’ll shut your mouth and…”
“Teach this pussy a lesson. I think that’s what he said but he was trying so hard to sound like a gangster from the wrong era, it was a little difficult not to laugh.”
Big Daddy’s nostrils flare, “you went too far this time,” he snarls, “Serenity. You messed with the wrong people.”
“You mean your people that have been putting away my people?” His two twat knuckles flinch and look at him from the corner of their eyes.
“My people? YOU’RE ALL MY PEOPLE, YOU LITTLE BITCH!” Spittle flys landing on his chest and the floor in front of me.
I see red for a second but squeeze against the wave and shove it away. I cross my arms over my chest, “really? Because lately it sure hasn’t been us profiting from your shit for… well, I’d say ever since you turned on Darius. Since then My people have been gettin’ arrested more, haven’t been getting’ paid, warm beds or warm clothing, and haven’t been gettin’ close to what Darius made sure we had. But now, I set a few fires on your boys in the big houses and look who’s being dragged in here? What about us, huh? You don’t give a damn about us!”
Rasheen and Reese grunt in support and even his two men step away from him. I smirk. I can’t even help it at this point.
His hands clench the arms of his chair and he leans forward, “you’ve done this, you did it all!”
I shrug, “I’ve been taking care of them, I understand them. I’m one of them. You, you’re the asshole that killed Darius and made his brother take the fall. You ruined everything. Darius looked out for us and you couldn’t stand it! He was becoming too much of a threat!”
He shoves from his chair, “Darius isn’t dead! That faggot is rotting away in an institution because he wasn’t man enough to live with his choices! I gave him a…”
My foot kicks out before I could even stop myself. The crunch echoes and blood gushes from his nose as my foot hits the ground and I punch his Adam’s apple as hard as I can. I growl, “he’s more man than you could ever hope to be. He’s the best man from these damn streets! You’re nothing but filth that doesn’t deserve to be under his toes. And you’ll rot in prison… if you even make that far.”
I’m glaring into his panicked eyes, his hands clutching his throat as he tries to breathe when something whips by that I catch only in the corner of my eye. Before I can turn, I’m yanked off my feet and my back slams into a solid wall of muscle.
“Pretty little thing playing such a big game.” Vick’s smooth voice brushes my ear.
Big Daddy coughs and laughs. The bastard laughs! It’s not until I look down that I realize it’s not just me he’s laughing at. There’s blood pooling around Vick’s feet. The two twat knuckles are staring at Vick in terror. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen true terror on these streets.
“Rasheen?” My voice is panicky and too high but my stomach just shot into my throat.
“Y-y-yah, girl?” Scared but alive.
I close my eyes and it’s wrong to feel relief when there is still a dead man at my feet who trusted me, who had my back when I needed it.
Big Daddy stands up and takes the two steps to me. Vick is holding me too high and has to lower me a few inches so Big Daddy doesn’t have to look up. I only smirk.
“You think you’re so smart. I’ve been around a lot longer than you, kid.”
A sharp tooth brushes my neck. “A vamp? Seriously?”
“Needed something a little different when I knew my empire was being threatened.”
I snort, “that’s rich.”
He sneers, “what do I do with a little bitch who doesn’t know how to kneel?” He looks over my head, “give her as a refreshment or,” he glances over his shoulder to the two still standing back, “let them have a few hours with you before letting my pet feed?”
The vamp muscles squeeze just a hair and I grin, someone didn’t like that. “That’s adorable. He’s your pet? Who knew Vick had a leash? Anyone? Grim?” Shit, I didn’t know if Grim was still breathing.
“Didn’t think a man that big would allow a leash. Sorta doesn’t make sense. He owe you something, Vick?” Grim’s deep voice rumbles.
I relish this relief, Grim may have been a hard ass but he was an amazing enforcer and a good man for these streets. I would need him.
Big Daddy’s lip curls and he nods. The vamp’s hand closes around my throat and squeezes. I jerk against his hold and I’m still aware of movement around me. I can only hope that the guys can do enough to give me an inch. My hand is so close to my pocket with my blades.
“Anybody order a pizza?” The voice is familiar but not in this setting. The vamp whips around. I may not be against his chest anymore but the bloodhound still holds my throat.
Holy fuck, it’s that ass clown old man. Dean Winchester swings something the light reflects off of but my vision is dimming.
I hit the ground and suck in air, greedy and desperate. I scramble to my feet, unsteady but lurch toward where Big Daddy was. When my sight clears a little, I see him trying to run around the kitchen table to the doorway and I jump over it, crashing into him.
We roll until he hits the cabinets and I wrap my hands around his throat. I’m still sucking in heaving breaths of glorious air while he feels the brunt of my pain. He claws at my hands and I dig my fingers in, squeezing as hard as I can. He reaches for my face and I bite his hand. He shrieks and I savor every gods damn second of it.
“Seren, let him go.” Sam is talking next to me in such a calm manner and grabs the hand that reaches for my face again.
“No. He deserves it.” My voice is scratchy and reminds of that night when that girl screamed for her brother. I press more of my body weight on his throat. “For everything he took.”
“He deserves nothing less than mercy then.”
I bare my teeth at him, “he deserves nothing of the kind!”
Dean steps around the table and looks down at me and shrugs, “you’re the boss.” He tilts his head looking down at the man’s swelling face and bulging eyes, “would killing him be a mercy to him or you though? Killing him so he wouldn’t have to keep go through all the shit that is about to fall on him?”
I feel the impact of his words and war with it. I picture JJ and Darius and finally let go. Big daddy’s eyes have closed and I slap him as hard as I can.
He sucks in a deep breath, his eyes snapping open. He coughs then, “still just a lazy little cunt.”
I punch him square in the nose. His eyes roll back in his head and I check his pulse. There.
“Nice,” Dean holds out his hand for me.
“Shut up.” I snap but take his hand. My throat burns and my muscles ache.
Dean looks at his brother and grins. Sam winces, “oh, for fuck’s sake, don’t say it.”
“I think she likes me, Sammy.”
“Don’t push it.” I lean against the counter and catch my breath. Rasheen is staring with wide eyes down at a now headless Vick. Grim is watching Big Daddy’s two henchmen, his glock in his right hand but still by his thigh.
Suddenly, I’m so damn tired. After all this time and hard work, it’s finally here. But I’m just waiting for the world to tilt again. The rug will be pulled from under my feet at any moment, but right now, I’m just too tired to care about any of it.
I’m numb. Again. But it’s done. Almost.
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