#clint davidson

[dark-water-siren]

CLINT DAVIDSON

[fictionalabyss]

Pregnant.

Pairing : Clint (oc) x Reader.

Word count : 1515

Warnings : Unplanned pregnancy. a little awkwardness.

Request : This was another fun request from @sorenmarie87.

“Shit.” you muttered, head going back and eyes shut. “How the fuck will I tell him..”

That night almost two months ago was hazy. Your best friend Laura was going away for a few months abroad, so there had been a going away party. A party during which you drank too much and slept with her twin brother. And slept with him again the next morning before heading home.

Being around Clint got awkward after that. You couldn't talk to him about it sober. And when you tried drinking, you'd find yourself in bed with him again. Bodies moving together beautifully, but the topic of discussion long forgotten until the morning when the awkwardness and the hangover were in full effect.

But there was no avoiding it anymore.

Grabbing your keys, you tucked the stick in your hoodie pocket and left the house.

It was an hour and a half drive to Clint’s work. His lumber mill was outside of town and on a massive lot of land, so the drive there you ran though the conversation in your head again and again. Trying to think of every possible outcome so you wouldn't end up disappointed.

You walked into the main building, your hands wringing your hoodie sleeves. “Hey..” you bit your bottom lip as you stepped up to the secretary desk. “Is uh- is Clint here?”

She eyed you for a moment before motioning towards a nearby office door.

“Thanks..” You went for the door that was slightly ajar. With a gentle knock, you pushed it open a touch and glanced in.

“Yeah?”

You stepped in, and when you set your eyes on his large frame, leaning over his desk as he rummaged through some papers, your mind went blank. Everything you had worked out in the car was gone. “Hey…”

Clint looked up, and seemed surprised to see you. He glanced around the office then back at you with his brow furrowed. “Did we have a meeting or something scheduled?”

“N-no.. why would we have a meeting?”

“I dunno.. maybe you wanted a job and I forgot..” he went back to rummaging, then straightened up when he seemed to find what he was looking for and started towards you and the door.

“No.. I was just hoping you were free to talk..”

He stopped and watched you for a moment. His eyes taking in how you fidgeted with your sleeve. “I'm actually about to head out into the woods. I need to mark where they'll be cutting tomorrow.”

“Oh..” you looked down at your hands. “Okay, I'll-”

“You can come with me, if you want.” You looked up and met his eyes. “We can talk out there.” You gave him a nod and a small smile. “Let's go.”

You rode in silence in Clint’s pick-up for about ten minutes before he pulled up to where his workers were taking a break. “I'll just be a minute.” He waited for your nod before he hopped out and headed for them.

You could faintly hear him telling them what tree's to plant and how many, while you looked out over the area that looked so clear compared to the rest of the forested area of Clint’s land. When your eyes landed on him again, he was pointing off somewhere in the distance, and then he was coming back to the truck.

“Planting tree's today?”

He glanced at you as he got in and nodded. “Two for every tree cut down, as always.” He smiled. “Also ordered some Fir and Spruce trees to plant near the front area, by the main building. Hoping in a few years I can give away Christmas trees to the families in town.” You smiled and nodded as he started driving along the makeshift road through the trees. That was such a Clint thing to do. “What?” he smiled and glanced from the road to you and them back again.

“You're so sweet.”

He chuckled softly and nodded, licking his lips as you both bounced along. It was only a few minutes before he was turning the truck off again and getting out. He motioned for you to follow, and you did.

“So, this talk we need to have. We having it? Or were you just letting me know we need to have one?” he glanced over at you as he walked.

“We should probably have it..” you watched as he looked up at a tree, moving around it.

“About?”

“U-us?”

His eyes shifted over to you once again, and then he gave you a nod. “Just give me a second. Forgot something in the truck.”

“Yeah.” you sighed and nodded, your shoulders drooping. You felt like he was already brushing you off.

Clint walked off back towards his truck, and when he returned, he had two cans of orange spray paint in his hands, and he handed one off to you before taking the cap off the other. “If I had known it would be about us maybe we could have had the talk somewhere else, instead of dragging you all the way out here.”

“It's fine.” you watched as he spray painted an orange line across the tree, marking where it would be cut. “I like it out here.”

He smiled to himself as he moved on, looking from tree to tree. “Me too.” you followed quietly behind him. “Is this about the other night?”

“It's about one of them.. or.. all of them, I guess, since I can’t pinpoint which one just yet..”

Clint stopped and looked back at you. “What?” You were avoiding looking him in the eyes and that worried him. “What's going on?”

Taking a deep breath, you decide to just get it over with. “I'm pregnant.”

“You're-” his eyes studied your face for a moment before they drifted down to your stomach. “I- are-” he stuttered.

“I'm sure.” You pulled the test out of your pocket and held it out. “And if it wasn't yours, I wouldn't be here. There hasn't been anyone else.”

He stared at you in silence for a bit, your hand holding the test out in the air, and finally he took it and looked down. “Shit.. it's positive..”

You nodded, once again nervously chewing your bottom lip. He’d been quiet for a minute or two when you decided maybe you should go. “I'll find my way back..” You turned and started towards the truck.

“Do you know what you want to do?”

You shook your head, keeping your back to him. “When I figure it out I'll let you know, I guess..”

You heard leaves crunching under his boots as he took a step closer. “We can figure it out together, if you want.” You turned and looked at him, the hope in his eyes. “Whatever you decide, I'll be there, every step of the way.”

“You don't have to-”

“I want to.” He stepped closer again. “I-” he sighed. “Honestly, I loved that first night. Waking up next to you.” he smiled. “I've been trying to tell you, ask you out or something, but every time I see you things get so awkward. Or we get smashed and I forget all about it because your there. Let me take you out tonight. We'll figure us out, and figure out the rest from there.”

You gave him a nod tearing up and rushed to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I was so scared to tell you. Scared you'd never want to see me again..”

He chuckled softly. “Of course I'd want to see you again. And it's Laura you should be worried about telling.”

“Laura?” you looked up at him confused. “Why?”

“Best friend having a kid with her twin brother? It could go either way.” he shrugged.

“You want to keep it?”

“Oh god, she'd love the idea.” he shook his head with a smile. “Probably already has names picked out. I bet you the second you tell her, she has a list of names.”

“Clint.. are you saying you want a kid? With me?”

“I've always wanted a family. That happy little white picket fence fantasy of mine may or may not include you.” You cocked an eyebrow at him. “It does.”

He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and you closed your eyes. “I want that too.”

“Then I guess the us factor has already been figured out.”

You opened your eyes and he was smiling at you. “I guess so.”

He motioned to the trees with his head. “You busy? Or can you stick around and help me finish quicker. I'm suddenly real excited to get out of work.”

You blushed and nodded. “I can help. I called in sick today.”

“Call in sick tomorrow, too.” You gave him a confused look. “I don't want to be rushed in the morning. I want to treat you right.” Your eyebrows shot up at that. “I'm talking about breakfast. Get your mind out of the gutter.” he teased, making you laugh. “You never have time for breakfast with me when you work. You're missing out.” he winked.

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Respond and React New Works by Clint Davidson

Clint Davidson, Assemblage with Black and Blue No.1, 2017, Collage/Mixed Media on Panel, 18” x  24”

Clint Davidson’s body of work focuses on paintings with no preconceived image in mind.  Traditionally, this method of painting would be called “Non Objective”. Davidson embraces this process and lets it guide and inform the decisions he makes.  The title “Respond and React” reflects in a concise way the process in which this work was made.  Typically starting with one color painted over the entire surface, Davidson responds to the clean field of color with marks or collaged shapes.  From this point, it becomes a series of “response” or “reaction” to previous decisions made in an effort to build a relationship between materials, colors, marks, activity, and inactivity. The ultimate objective is to make a well designed and dynamic final image that was built from the process of response and reaction. When working in this manner the materials, marks, colors, and the relationships between these elements become the subject matter.

There are recognizable elements such as bits of typography and graffiti marks which allude to Davidson’s other interests in the vast world of contemporary art. Davidson takes these elements and changes the traditional context of them to suit his needs. By using these elements as subject matter and giving them new purpose, he achieves a stylized and distinct visual language that is specific to him and his story as an artist.

[fictionalabyss]

She’s alive.

Pairing : Jack x Reader, Clint x Reader Lyle

Word count : 2,093

Warnings : Lyle is his own warning lol. Injury, hospital setting.

Part 31 in Deadly Secrets.

By the time you got out from behind the bar, Laura was out the door, the girls father quickly passing her. “Carl, help with the bar.” you told him as you ran for the door.

“Y/N!” Jack called out.

“I'll call you!” you told him, shoving the door open. “I need to be there for Laura!” And with that, you were gone and Lyle was hot on your tail.

Jack sighed as the door shut behind you both. “So.. what were you two doing in the back room?” Carl wiggled his eyebrows.

“Fuck off, Carl.” Jack grumbled.

“Oh shit, you got rejected!” Jack shot him with a glare that could kill. “Guess her and Clint are getting serious. Or is it the blonde? They were looking pretty close before..”

“Get out of my bar.”

“Not yours yet.” Carl teased. “Boss lady says I help, so I help.”

“I'm her boss, and your not fucking helping right now.”

Pouring a shot of whiskey, Carl placed it in front of Jack. “I'm helping more than you give me credit for, buddy. Drink.”

You stepped outside and looked around, Laura already off in the distance, and you turned hearing a siren as the deputies car shot past. “The hospital..” You mumbled as your eyes followed it. “They’re going to the hospital. If we run fast, we can-”

“Get in.” You turned confused, and Lyle motioned towards a car. You gave him a weird look, but he chuckled. “It’s mine. Get in. We’ll drive.”

You hopped in, and shut the door behind you. Lyle moved around to the other side and pulled open the door. “You drove to the bar?” You asked, as he sat down and pulled the door shut and reached into his pocket.

“So?”

“Lyle, you live up the street. I can see your building from here.”

“So?” He gave you a pout. “Look how nice my car is. Why have a car if I’m not going to drive it?”

You glanced around the vehicle, and it looked to be in immaculate condition, for an older car. “You drive a firebird?” He smiled at you. “Not what I expected…”

“You better not be harping on my car.” He scowled.

“Lyle?”

“Yeah?”

“Just drive to the damn hospital. We can discuss what I expected later.”

He rolled his eyes as he put his key in the ignition and started it up. “Okay, but.. It’s nice, right?” He glanced over as the engine roared to life. “And it’s not my only car.” He winked as he hit the gas and peeled out of the parking space. “Oh yeah, almost forgot. Seat belt. I drive like a bat outta hell.” He grinned and did a u-turn that had you glued to the door next to you while he laughed.

When you finally stepped out of his car at the hospital door, you were cursing him. “I wanted to visit the hospital, not get admitted to it!” You slammed the passenger door shut, and he just laughed as he went to find parking. “Asshole.” You mumbled, a smile playing on your lips. Suddenly, a man blurred past you, and a moment later so did Laura.

You hurried in after them, following to the Emergency room front desk. You heard him mumble “She’s with me.” as Laura and the man hurried off, but when you tried to follow, you were stopped at the door.

“Sorry, Family only.” The nurse gave you a sympathetic smile.

You watched as Laura disappeared down a hallway and sighed. “She alive and well?” Lyle asked as he stepped up to you and put an arm around your shoulder.

“I dunno. They won’t let me in. I hope so, though.”

Lyle nodded and looked through the little window on the door that was in front of him. “Maybe Clint knows.”

“What?” You looked up at him, then followed his line of sight as he pushed the door open. “Clint!?”

He turned, and so did the doctor he was talking to in the hall. “Sorry, Ma’am but it’s f-”

“I’m his girlfriend.” You blurted out without a second thought. The doctor looked to Clint who nodded. You grabbed Lyle by the shirt as you moved forward. “He’s with us.” You said, before the doctor could protest. You cupped Clint’s face in your hands and looked him over. “What happened to you?”

He chuckled softly, and shrugged, but winced. “Tripped on a root, like an idiot.”

You furrowed your brow at that. That didn’t sound like Clint at all. He practically grew up in the woods around that creek, and he was always careful. “And what? Fell off a cliff?”

“Yeah, actually.” He laughed, and your eyes shot up to his again. “It’s not that bad. Just a banged up shoulder, twisted ankle. Some cuts and bruises. I won’t be driving you around on my bike for a bit, but otherwise, I’m fine, Doll. I promise.”

“Find her?” Lyle asked.

“Yeah. She’s alive. Unconscious, and not doing so good, but alive.”

“Where’s my brother, Laura said he was with you?”

“That’s what I’m wondering.” The deputy came walking over and the doctor gave him a nod before walking away.

“He was talking to the feds while I got checked out. They asked him to take them to where we found her, since they don’t know the area.”

“Where’d you find her?”

“Followed the creek for a bit, hit the next town, asked around there, no one saw anything, so when we walked back, we moved through the woods. Maybe, a mile from the next town, there’s an old hunting cabin. I remember finding it when I was younger, so I checked it out. Small cliff nearby, she was at the bottom of it. I think she might have fell off trying to get to help.”

“Jesus…” You breathed out.

“I saw her, and rushed towards the edge while I called for Garth, didn’t look where I was going, and tripped on a root. Hit a few rocks and things on the way down.”

“Stick around, Sheriff might have some more questions for you. I’m gonna grab a few guys, see if I can find this hunting cabin. You didn’t find anyone else out there?”

“No sir.” Clint shook his head. “Just her.” He gave Clint a pat on the shoulder and gave Lyle a nod before he headed off down the long hallway to where you figured the sheriff was checking on Bradley.

“You sure you’re okay?” You looked up at him, worried.

He chuckled. “I’m fine.”

Lyle put a hand on your shoulder, and you looked up at him. “You should call Jack.” You furrowed your brow. “You said you’d update him. Let him know they found her alive, so he can let everyone know.”

“Right.” You nodded, and looked to Clint again.

“I promise, I’m good.” You gave him a smile and headed back out into the waiting room and out the door. It wasn’t until you were outside that Clint’s smile fell, and he sighed.

“You didn’t just fall, did you?” Lyle asked him.

“No.”

“Rugaru?”

“Yeah.” Clint nodded. “Soon as she was checked in, and the doctor was looking me over, Garth took off to find the Winchesters to hunt him down. He mentioned you told Sam you might know who it is?”

“You didn’t see who it was?” Clint shook his head, and turned, motioning with his head. Lyle lift up the back of Clint’s shirt. “Shit..” he mumbled, taking in the scratches across Clint’s back.

“He hit me from behind. Never saw ‘im. Doc said it looked like I fell off a cliff and hit every jagged rock or tree branch on the way down, and since there is a cliff there, and I did have to get down it to get to her, I said that’s what happened.” Lyle let Clint’s shirt fall back down and Clint turned back. “Who is it?”

“Could be John Robinson. He has a mistress who told him something that upset him. Likely an unwanted pregnancy. Could have triggered the change.” Lyle shrugged.

Clint nodded. “Make sense.. He’s older than me, but when I think of it, never knew him to have a dad.. Just a mom who was a little out of it sometimes.” Clint thought for a minute.

“I’ll see what I can find. Take it easy, kid.” And just like that, Lyle was gone. Clint sighed, and left the area, heading out for the waiting room so he could sit down.

Jack was leaning his ass on the back counter of the bar when his phone rang. He had been calling people back ever since you ran out, and Carl was serving up drinks as people came in to wait. “Hello?”

“Hey, Jack.”

He felt a twinge in his heart at the sound of your voice, but he did his best to ignore it. “So what’s going on? They really find her?”

“Yeah. Yeah, Clint and my brother found her, somewhere near the creek, way out of town.”

“She alive?” Everyone went silent as they waited.

“I haven’t seen her, they won’t let me in, but Clint said she was alive when he found her. Unconscious, and not looking so good, but alive.”

Jack smiled at that, and one of the guys at the bar turned to everyone else. “She's alive!” The bar erupted in cheers of a job well done, everyone clapping each other on the back and they all finally relaxed.

Carl looked to Jack. “Yeah, Carl. She’s not doing so well, but she’s alive.”

Carl grinned. “Round on me!” His arms went up, and everyone cheered again.

“He does realized you and Lyle have been paying for the drinks, right?” You chuckled softly.

“And now he’s paying for them. And if he keeps up his shit, he’s paying for a few more.” Jack shook his head and looked down. “Ca-”

You cut him off, without realizing. “I need a favor.”

“What is it?” Jack kicked out a foot, nudging a napkin that had fallen on the floor.

“Clint says he’s fine, but he also said he fell off a cliff.” Jacks eyebrows furrowed at that, and he waited. “I left my purse and everything at the bar. I’m not sure when I’ll be able to get back, but I-”

“You want the rest of the day off to take care of him.”

“Yeah.”

Jack nodded to himself. “Yeah, no it’s fine. I mean, I don’t have to worry about money today, right. It’s all coming out of Lyle’s pocket. So I’ll just bill him for your full days work, not like he’d care. I know you need it.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I do. Because if I know you, you’ll take tomorrow off too.”

“Jack.”

He stood up straight, and turned to grab a bottle off the shelf. “Don’t deny it. You’ll dote on him, like you did when I came back from that ski trip with my brother and had a broken foot.” He sighed. “Or when I got the flu. And then you got it because you wouldn’t leave me alone. Or-”

“I get it, Jack. And you might be right.”

“I’ll leave your purse in my desk. If you can’t swing by later, I’ll get Carl to drop it off.” He felt bad for being standoffish, but the last thing he wanted was to see you and Clint together more than he had to. “You told him to help, and all he’s been doing is getting on my nerves, so I’ll be more than happy to send him out for a bit.”

Clint watched you hang up and sigh before you started for the doors that lead back inside to the emergency waiting room. He smiled when you spotted him sitting near a wall, not too far from the doors that he had come out of. He saw you glance around, likely looked for Lyle, so he quickly changed the subject before it could start. “So, you’re my girlfriend now?” He chuckled at how red your face got and you bit your bottom lip.

“I just-”

“Do you want that?”

“I- well, yeah. But I-”

“Then I’m all yours.” he smiled.

“So we’re..?” He nodded. “And I guess I’m staying at your place again tonight?”

“I sure hope so.” He pat the chair next to him. “Sit.” You blushed again as you sat down next to him, his good arm went around your shoulders and pulled you close. “So, what did Jack say?”

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[fictionalabyss]

You said no.

Pairing : Jack x Reader, Lyle, Laura

Word count : 1,168

Warnings : Lyle being Lyle. Jack confesses something.

Part 30 in Deadly Secrets.

Laura had joined you in the bar not long after your talk with Lyle. She was still visibly upset, but holding it together. “Clint’s out with your brother.” She told you quietly. “He came by looking for you just after you left. Most everyone is looking close by, but.. They said they’d go check down by the creek, the one that runs to the next town?”

“Planning to follow it and see if anyone over there saw her?”

She nodded, looking down. “Yeah.” She breathed out. “And it’s the best place to- to dump-”

“Hey.” You hooked her chin and made her look up at you. “You need to keep up hope, Laura. Her dad stopped in, he’s right over there.” You pointed to a back booth. “If he sees you’ve lost hope, it’s gonna crush him.” You gave her a soft smile, knowing she’d be more likely to hold it together for someone else.

“Yeah.” She sniffled and wiped off her cheeks with a nod. “You’re right. I-I need to stay hopeful, for them.”

“I’ll make you tea.” You gave her a smile. “Do you want store bought, or am I dipping into the box you keep leaving here that is driving Jack nuts.”

She gave you a tiny soft smile. “Box, please. One for Mr Jeffords too.”

“Oh sweetie, he’s been on whiskey since he walked in.”

“He’ll have tea with me.” You gave her a nod, and kissed her cheek before heading behind the bar to the back room.

“You find her?” Laura looked up to the blond man who had made his way over, his voice barely above a whisper so their conversation wouldn’t be overheard. “Sorry, I’m Lyle. Your-”

“My brother’s demon.” She practically snarled the last word, her tone as low as his.

He nodded. “I deserve that.” He cleared his throat. “I told your father to rush home and tell you before you heard it elsewhere, and that if you scried, you’d probably find her. Did you?”

“I did.”

“She still alive?”

Laura nodded. “She was when I saw her. Clint and Garth are heading that way.”

Lyle gave her a small nod. “If there’s anything you need-”

“Do you have my brother’s soul?”

“No.”

“What do you want with her?” Her head tilted towards the back.

He shrugged. “Call it a school boys crush. But I’ve been informed he’s taken by your brother, so I have a date with a lovely waitress I met this morning.” He gave her a smile. “Why? You interested?”

“Not in the least.” She rolled her eyes and looked to you coming out with the teas.

Lyle chuckled softly. “Hey, I’m not so bad.” He pouted.

“Lyle, please tell me you’re not hitting on her.” You shot him a look.

“Was just checking on how she’s doing.” His hands went up in defense and you cocked an eyebrow. “Okay, so I sorta let a little flirt slip. You bruised my confidence with your rejection, sweetheart. This one just shattered what was left.” He teased.

“Good.” You put the tea cups down in front of Laura and gave her a smile as she picked them up and headed to the back booth and her missing friends father. “Lyle-”

“Relax, you’re the only girl for me.” He winked.

“Lyle..” You warned and he chuckled.

“I’m joking.” He smiled. “Everyone is so grim, so sure this girl is dead. She hasn’t been missing that long yet. I’m trying to be the awkwardly timed comedic relief.” He held out his arms. “It’s worked a bit. I had you smiling before.” He reached over and booped you on the nose. “And I had those guys roaring with laughter a few minutes ago. They’re about to head back out, they needed it.”

You sighed and nodded. “Just don’t try and look for a hot date right now, please?”

“Oh haven’t you heard, sweetheart? I already have one.”

“Who?” You furrowed your brow.

“Uh..” He pulled out a slip of paper and you leaned over to see the name and number written on it and started to laugh. “What? No good?”

“So good everyone in town has had her.. Twice.” You laughed and started away.

“Wait, everyone?” He watched you go before it really hit him what you implied. “Everyone!?” He started to follow you. “Like you everyone?” You turned and gave him a wink. “Oh, fuck me.” He groaned. “Hey, you can’t just leave me hanging like that! I need details!” He called out as you went to the back room.

You were laughing when you got to the back, and Jack looked up. “What’s so funny?”

“Messing with Lyle.” You grinned with a chuckle.

“He’s still here?”

You didn’t miss the look on his face when he turned away. “Jack.”

“I didn’t say anything.” He shook his head. “I’m keeping my mouth shut, as requested.”

“This really isn’t the time to start this..”

“I’m not starting anything.” He leaned his ass on the counter as he took a bite of pizza. He had come to the back to get a few minutes of peace to eat. Once he swallowed, he spoke again. “I don’t care.”

“Bullshit.”

“Look, if you wanna fuck your brother’s friends, and string Clint along while you flirt with Daddy Warbucks out there-”

The cross between a chuckle and a scoff that you let out cut him off. “You’re an asshole, Jack.”

He put the slice of pizza back down. “Look, I’m sorry.” You shook your head and started back out, but his hand grabbing your wrist stopped you, and he spun you back to look at him. “I’m sorry.” He sighed. “I didn’t mean that.”

“Yeah, you did.”

He could see how much those words hurt you. “I just-” his hand slid down from your wrist to take your hand in his. “I love you.” He shook his head. “I can’t stop it, I can’t help how pissed off I get every time I see you with someone else.” He laced his fingers in with yours.

“I asked you, Jack. I asked you so many times. I asked you if we could make it work, I asked you if you’d take me back. You said no.”

“I know.” He breathed out. “I regret it. I’m still not sure we could have worked any better than we had, but… I regret not trying.”

“It’s too late, Jack.”

Jack licked his lips. “Are you two-”

“Officially, no. Not yet. But I want to. I do love him, I always did. Just like I’ll always love you.” You brushed a hand over his cheek and he leaned into it. “But you said no, Jack. I tried, I tried for so long to make it work with you.”

“I know.” He leaned in and brushed his lips against yours. “I’m sorry.”

“THEY FOUND HER!” Your head snapped around, and you let go of Jack’s hand and ran out of the back room, Jack following. “THEY FOUND HER! SOMEONE FOUND HER!”

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[fictionalabyss]

You’re a dog!

Pairing : Clint x Reader, Lyle, Laura

Word count : 1,658

Warnings : Lyle being Lyle.

Part 29 in Deadly Secrets.

You woke up cuddled up to Clint’s back, softly groaning as you shifted and rolled to face the other way. “What is that noise?”

“Sounds like Laura.” Clint grumbled and stretched. You let out a soft moan when he rolled and wrapped himself around you. “Get back to sleep. I’m not letting you out of this bed until I have to.”

You chuckled softly, letting yourself drift off again, until Laura’s frantic voice hit you. Your eyes snapped open and you threw off the blanket, his arm going with it. “Clint, something is wrong. What if it’s your dad?”

You quickly jumped out of the bed and ran down the stairs, Clint not far behind you. You found Laura and her father in the kitchen, Laura pacing and crying as her father tried to calm her. “Laura?” Clint stepped around you and grabbed a hold of his twin.

“She’s… She’s missing.”

“Who? Laura, tell me who.”

“Bradley.” She breathed out the name, then her hand went up to her mouth, as if afraid saying it had damn the girl to a horrible fate. “Dad said he heard this morning Bradley Jeffords is missing.”

“Oh sweetie.” You moved forward and pulled her in for a hug, letting her wrap her arms around you and cry. “We’ll find her. Okay? Anything I can do, I’ll do it and we’ll find her.”

Laura nodded in your arms, and Clint looked to his father. “FBI mentioned it?” He asked.

Clint’s father nodded. “Parents reported her missing just this morning. They heard Laura and her were close, so I was asked if I had seen the girl.”

“Hey.” Laura looked up at you. “We’ll find her.” She gave you a small nod. “We’ll go see her parents, see how we can help. And I’ll set up a search party at the bar, get everyone in town out looking. I promise.”

She nodded again. “I uhm.. I - I had a picture of her, we took it just last week at the bar. I- I don’t know if her parents already have posters, or-”

“I’ll go right now and find out, okay?” She gave you a nod. “Get me the picture. If they don’t I'll make posters right away.”

“Thanks. I just- I need-”

“Relax. I’ll call you when I’m done there. I’ll keep you updated.”

After you kissed Clint goodbye and ran out, he returned to his sister and father. “What is it, Dad? What are they hunting?”

“Rugaru.”

“Shit.” Clint dropped into a seat at the table. His hand rubbed over his face as he thought. “Laura, you need to scry for her.”

“I can’t, I-”

“You’re the strongest connection to her. If she’s still alive, you need to find her.”

She sat silent for a minute. “I’ll need to get ready.” She slowly got up and left the kitchen.

Clint looked up, but his father’s hand came down on his shoulder. “Give her time. She’s not as strong as you. She’ll need to meditate and prepare. The water is stored in the basement, when she is ready.”

Clint gave his father a soft smile. “Old habits, huh dad?”

“Every full moon.” His father slowly walked away.

After talking to her mother, who had cried in your arms, you got missing persons flyers made. Her father was at the station, lighting a fire under the sheriffs ass, so you called Jack, telling him to meet you at the bar.

The second you told him, he opened up early and tasked Carl with helping you get people to help look. Jack offered up free beer and pizza for anyone who joined in the search. You were handing out flyers on main street when you saw Lyle coming out of one of the nicer apartment buildings in town. “Hey!”

He turned and smiled. “Hey, sweetheart.”

“Home just in time.” You handed him a flyer.

He looked down at it. “Wow, you work fast.” You gave him a confused look. “I was in the diner this morning, when I heard.” He gave you a sad smile. “Knew her?”

“I work in the bar, Lyle, I know everyone.” You teased. “Have time to help? Jack’s offering up beer and pizza.”

He chuckled and gave a nod. “Yeah, I can help. Just tell me where to go.” He smiled. “And tell Jack I can help cover that, if he needs it. I know he’s struggling to keep that place afloat.”

“I’ll tell him.”

“I got to go somewhere first, real quick. Everyone’s meeting at the bar, right?” You nodded. “I’ll see you soon.” He held out a hand, and you handed him some flyers. He gave you a wink, and started off down the street, handing them out to people he went past.

You smiled softly and pulled out your phone. “Hey, Jackie. Ran into Daddy Warbucks. He said he’ll help cover the beer and pizza. I know you’d rather not, but consider it, okay? Keep your savings for buying the bar.”

About an hour and a half later, Laura was ready to try. Clint had gotten an update from you that the town was out looking. Not long after that, Clint’s father had come in from the living room and told them someone had offered up a ten thousand dollar reward to any tip that lead to her finding. ‘Anonymous reward.’ They both knew it was Lyle.

Clint shook his head with a soft chuckle. Lyle had the police following the flood of tips coming in, which gave them and the Winchesters the freedom to move around and find her.

Laura looked down in her black bowl of water, that her father had collected during a full moon from the closest lake. She had meditated, gotten herself ready for this. Picking up a small wand made of a branch from a laurel tree, she dipped the end covered in dry tree sap into the water, then ran it around the rim of the bowl. The soft musical sound filled the room as the water began to ripple towards the center.

When she saw nothing after a few minutes, Clint placed his hand on her shoulder and focused, lending her his energy and power. He knew this would be hard for her, she was distraught, but that emotion, that connection was needed to find her friend, and fast.

He closed his eyes and focused on his twin, and the connection he shared with her since before birth. “I see her.” Laura whispered softly. “Call them. I found her.”

It was lunchtime when you saw Lyle again. You were in the bar, serving up beer and pizza to people who were taking a break.

“It was you, wasn’t it?” You asked, putting a plate of pizza and an old fashioned in front of him.

“What was?”

“The reward.” You slipped into the seat across from him. “No one else in town has that kinda money.”

“Thought maybe it would help.” He gave you a soft smile and picked up the slice of pizza. You watched him as he took a bite. “What?” He asked around  the mouth full, and you shook your head and looked away. “I know you’ve been asking about me.” he swallowed, and you looked back at him. “You could just ask me, you know.”

“Why is everyone warning me to stay away from you?”

“Rough past.”

“But why?”

He sighed, and placed the pizza back down. Licking his bottom lip, he thought about what to tell you. “Do you know why I’m helping Clint?”

“He said you were trying for a fresh start.”

Lyle nodded. “I am. And for you.”

“Me?” You furrowed your brows.

“Yeah.” He sighed again. “Clint is doing this for you. Right?” You nodded with a slight shrug. It’s what Clint kept telling you, anyways. “I wanted to know why.” He told you honestly. “I saw you, well before you met me.” He chuckled softly. “I saw you with your dad, specifically.” You sat back in your seat, you demeanor changing completely, a little on guard. “My dad….” Lyle paused, biting his lip. “My dad was like that, once. But he got worse. A lot worse. I ran away at 14 because I couldn’t take the beatings anymore.” His eyes met yours and he saw sadness there. “I did some less than stellar shit to survive, bad decisions that lead to worse decisions. I became someone people didn’t recognize anymore. Now, I’m trying to help people. Trying to make up for a shit past, and trying to live some kind of a normal life where people don’t know either of those versions of me. If you want to ask what I do-”

“No.” He cocked an eyebrow. “I don’t care what you do. Or what you did. As long as you don’t hurt Clint, it doesn’t matter.”

He chuckled softly and nodded. “Even if I was a mob boss?” He teased with a smile, and you blushed a bit before nodding. “I knew I liked you.”

“So, you do all this for me, huh?” You nudged his foot with yours.

“I did offer you the world on a silver platter.” He reminded you, picking up his slice of pizza again. “Just say the word and it’s all yours.”

You blushed and looked down. “I’ve already got Clint trying to give it to me. He’s been doing it since I was little. I think he’d be a bit offended if I just walked away from his efforts now.” you joked.

“Yeah, probably.” He frowned for a moment. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

“Shitty past or not, Lyle, you are going to make someone very happy one day.” you reached over, wiping a bit of sauce off the corner of his mouth.

“I hope so.” his eyes locked on yours before taking another bite. “Just putting it out there, I don’t mind sharing.” He winked.

“You’re a dog!” You laughed and he grinned.

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Who’s Lyle?

Pairing : Dean x reader, Clint x Reader, Sam, Garth, Jack, Carl. Word count : 1,694 Warnings : Mild drug use. Jack is a major grump today, and Garth is realizing that maybe he should stop in at home a bit more often.

Part 21 in Deadly Secrets.

“Dad?” Garth stepped into the house.

“Ah, the fruit of my loins has finally returned home.” He took a puff of a joint as Garth rounded the corner and looked into the living room. “Oh, and you brought the thug with you.” He motioned to Dean. “Come to fight an old man again?” He opened his arms.

“Where is she?” Garth ignored him.

Your dad shrugged. “She hasn’t been home. Probably where she always is when she gets upset. On her back, legs wide with fucking Jack between them.”

Sam looked to Dean, but Garth spoke. “What did you do to her, dad?”

He opened his hands again, ashes falling from the joint to the floor. “Nothing. She’s just.. “ His fingers moved around his ear.

“That’s not what I’m hearing.” Garth was staring down his father who just gave him a half smirk. “Don’t touch her again.”

“You might be half my age, boy, but you’re also half my size.” You father threatened, sitting up straighter.

“I’m not.” Dean growled, taking a step closer, but Garth put a hand out to stop him.

“Not our fight, Dean.” Sam reminded him. “And Garth is stronger than he looks.”

“Don’t. Touch her. Again.” Garth warned one last time.

You father held his hands up in surrender before sitting back again and taking another haul. “Maybe she wouldn’t be such a needy bitch if you came home once in a while.” he shot out as Garth started leaving the room.

Sam had to practically push Garth out of the house. “He’s just trying to rile you up.” Sam reminded him. “He was talking to her like that last night. And Jack, and Dean.”

“That really your dad? If I didn’t know better-”

“No, that’s him. He ain’t possessed.” Garth sighed. “Getting worse, but that’s all him.”

“How’d you come from that?” Dean looked back at the house.

Garth smiled. “Mom. Luckily, we’re more like mom. I’m gonna go see if she went to Jack’s.”

Hearing a knock at the door, Jack groaned. “Hey, numbnuts, wake up you got company.”

“Huh?” He looked over to see Carl at his door. “What the hell did you just call me?”

Carl laughed. “Big brother is here to see you.”

“Mine?” He shot up, confused.

“He decent?” He heard Garth asking from the hall.

“Is he ever?” Carl laughed.

“Oh.” Jack yawned and stretched. “I’ll be out in a minute. Coffee?”

“Yeah.” They both answered.

“Not you, asshole.” Jack grumbled at Carl. “Unless you make it.”

“Fineeeee.” Carl sighed and headed for the kitchen, Garth in tow.

Jack got up, and threw on some sweat pants before heading out into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. Then he joined Garth and Carl in the living room. “To what do I owe the unexpected visit? Not here  to threaten me again, are you?” Jack teased sitting down.

“Looking for my sister.”

“She took off with your buddy last night, middle of a shift without a word.” Jack grumbled, hiding his mouth behind his mug before he took a sip. “Ask him where she is.”

Garth sighed and put his mug down on the coffee table. “No, she's not with him, not since I gave her heck about it.” Jack watched Garth. “I had the pleasure of finding them like that this morning. I was not thrilled.”

“No shit. Well, I haven't seen her since. Try Clint.” Garth looked up at him. “Him and his buddy Lyle. Three of them were supposed to have dinner, or something. Celebrating new jobs coming to town. Plans got changed but maybe they're back on.”

“Lyle?”

“Jacks not so fond of Lyle either.” Carl chuckled. “Not fond of anyone with an  eye for your sister.”

“Shut your mouth, Carl.” Jack glared. “Too early in the morning for your shit.”

Garth’s brow furrowed. “Never heard of anyone named Lyle before..”

“Not from around here. Just, showed up one day with Clint. Comes and goes.” Garth hummed at that. “You need to be home more, Garth. She can’t do it by herself.”

“That’s what I’m hearing.” Garth sighed.

“You see him?” Garth nodded. “He’s getting worse.”

“Yeah, I noticed.” He picked up his mug. “Got anything harder to drink?”

“Not for you.” Jack smirked. “Too early for a drunk Garth and a pissed off Fitzgerald.”

“I need more friends who don't know my sister..” Garth sat back and smiled.

You got off Clint's bike and pulled off the helmet. “Thanks Clint.” you smiled and he took off his.

“Anytime, Doll.”

“So, this is the ride I had to compete with, huh?”

Your smile faded when you turned and saw him leaning against his car outside your house. “Dean..” Clint turned as you said the name. “What are you doing here?”

“Just got some questions. Nothing more, promise.” he glanced to Clint and you nodded. “Also, apparently you took off with my brothers shirt? I'm a bit jealous.” he teased.

“I-uh.. I gotta go.” Clint looked down at you again. “You good?” You nodded. “I'll see you later?”

You smiled and nodded again. “Yeah, I'll see you later.” Clint smiled and leaned down to kiss you gently before putting his helmet back on and driving off.

“Boyfriend?”

“No.” You sighed. “But maybe one day I'll be that lucky.”

Dean watched you, confused for a second. It was obvious the guy felt something for you. “It's you..” you turned to him confused. “Not letting it happen.” You gave him a small nod.  “Why?”

“Last night, for one.” You smiled. “I'm a broken girl, Dean. I break everything around me. I don't want to break him.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Sammy’s right. We are a lot alike.”

“So what's up?” you asked, heading towards your house. “Why are you lurking outside my house?”

“Lurking?” he sounded both amused and insulted by the term.

“Mhm. Lurking.” you chuckled, putting the helmet on the step and turning back to him. “Am I that good?” you teased.

“Oh you are fantastic.” he licked his lips with a grin and you blushed looking down. “We came by with your brother, looking for you.”

You looked up at that. “Garth saw dad?” you glanced over to the door.

“Didn't go so well. Sammy had to get Garth out of the house.”

You swallowed. “Where are they? Garth and Sam?” you looked back at him.

“Garth's looking for you. Went to see Jack. Sammy is working. This trip isn't all about pleasure I'm afraid. Still got work to do.”

“So, what, you stayed behind so you can tell Garth when I get home?”

He shook his head. “Wanted to ask you something. Blonde guy, in the bar last night. Who is that?”

You furrowed your brow for a second. “Lyle??”

“The one you talked to about your dad?” you nodded. “Then yeah, Lyle. You know him?”

“I know he likes an old fashioned.” you smiled. “And has offered me the world on a silver platter a few times.” you laughed.

“Yeah, I bet he did.” Dean mumbled to himself. “Who is he? He from around here?”

You shook your head. “He's Clint’s business partner.” He gave you a confused look. “Clint lives next door.” you pointed to the house.  “You’ve seen him.”

“When?”

“Just now.” you chuckled.

“Motorcycle guy is Clint?” You nod. “ Lives right there?”

“Yeah. Why, whats up?”

“Just curious about Lyle.. reminded me of someone.” he lied.

“Is that a good thing?”

“Jury's still out on that.” He gave you a reassuring smile despite the words. “So, any chance I'll be seeing you again?” he smirked. “Or you gonna go for my brother just to piss off yours?”

“It's tempting.” you laughed and his smile got bigger. “He's hot.” you admitted.

“Oh, ouch.” he winced, hand going to his chest and making you laugh.

“So my dads that bad right now huh? You're stalling to keep me out here.”

Dean nodded. “You eat yet?” you shook your head. “Come on. Least I can do is buy you breakfast after the night we had.”

You bit your bottom lip and nodded. “Just let me put the helmet in his garage since I'm not going in my house.” You picked it up and crossed the yards, pulling open the garage door and sitting the helmet on his other bike.

Glancing around you saw an invoice from an old package, and a sharpie on the workbench. Turning over the paper, you wrote out a little note.

Thank you for this morning.

I’ll see you tonight.

You signed it with a heart, and folded the paper in half and sat it on the handle bars before you left, shutting the garage door behind you.

After breakfast, Dean dropped you off at the bar. You had called Laura and asked her to bring you a change of clothes. “Thanks, Dean.” You smiled at him as you stood outside the bar.

“No problem, sweetheart.” He pulled out a card and handed it to you. “We’ll be around for a bit, and I know you got Jack, and this Clint guy.. But if you ever need anything, and can’t get a hold of Garth, call me.”

You glanced down at it. “FBI?” Your eyes shot back up to his.

“Federal Bikini Inspector.” He winked, making you roll your eyes. “I made it look good, right?”

“All except for the ridiculously bogus name.”

He laughed. “But I’m serious. Garth is family. That makes you family. You need anything-”

“Call.” You smiled. “Just hope I don’t take you up on that.” You teased. “See you around?”

“Oh I’ll be in often, don’t you worry.” He smiled and watched as you laughed then headed in. As soon as the door shut behind you, he pulled out his phone and dialed his brother as he got back in his car, glancing up to check out the blonde with a backpack who went right past him and into the bar. “Sammy, yeah, I think I got something. Pretty sure we got something supernatural in town running businesses with the locals. Yeah, I know who we can ask about that. Meet me at the motel.”

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