Didn’t they tell you to never trust twins? I mean come on have you ever watched the shining. Twins mean trouble especially when it comes to the DeSantos.
The one where Joaquin has a twin sister with sinister secrets and come from a long line of sinners.
Oof I can’t wait to release my series. Should be a fun one y’all. It will be titled Deadly Secrets and yes I know it’s a cliche title but it fits and I don’t care.
Warnings : Lyle is his own warning lol. Let’s just say that gif accurately sums up this chapter. Garth is mush.
Part 35 in Deadly Secrets.
“Hey, sweetheart. You look good.”
“Dean?” you looked from him, to Sam, to Garth.
“Hey sis.” Garth smiled. “You don't mind, do you?”
“Uh, no. Not at all.” You smiled politely. “Luckily for you I made plenty.”
“Been a while since we had a home cooked meal that I didn’t have to cook.” Dean smiled. “What’s for eats?”
“Dean.” Sam shook his head.
“A roast.” You stepped aside. “Please, come in.”
“Smells delicious.” Sam gave you a smile as he stepped in behind Garth and his brother, and you gently closed the door behind him.
“Thanks.” You moved past them and lead them into the house. You stepped into the kitchen where Clint was checking on the roasted vegetables that were in the oven. You stepped up behind him, and placed your hand on his back as he closed the oven and stood. “Guests are here, a few more than expected. Is that okay?”
Clint turned and saw Sam and Dean standing with Garth. “It’s fine.” He gave you a smile.
“Do you need help with anything?” Sam offered.
“No, but thank you.” You turned, giving him a polite smile. “I just need to make the gravy, everything else is keeping warm. Once Lyle gets here, we can eat.”
“Right, Lyle.” Dean nodded and glanced around.
“Yes. Lyle. Any issues you have with him-”
Dean held up his hands. “I’ll be charming and polite. Scouts honor.”
“You were never a scout, Dean.” Sam sighed with a shake of his head.
“Can I get you guys anything to drink?” you offered, before the brothers could get to arguing, which you knew they were likely about to, given the look Dean shot Sam. “There’s water, juice, beer I think?” You glanced to Clint who nodded. “Lyle’s bringing wine.”
“Beer’s fine.” Dean smiled.
“I’m good for now, thank you.” Sam smiled.
When you looked to Garth, you knew his answer. “You’re not having beer, Garth. And I’m limiting your wine intake to half a glass with dinner.”
“Balls!” He turned with a huff and left for the living room.
You chuckled softly. “Go and sit, guys. I’ll bring your beer, Dean.” He gave you a nod, and both brothers left the room to join Garth. “You sure you’re okay with this?” You looked up at Clint. “I really didn’t think-”
“It’s okay, Doll.” He cupped your cheek and kissed you gently. “I can play nice for a night.”
“And it has nothing to do with the fact that you can now taunt back if he brings up that I had sex with him?”
“Never even crossed my mind.” He lied with a grin.
Clint was sitting with the guys in the living room, mostly chatting with Garth, but you could hear how awkward it was from the kitchen where you were turning the roast drippings into gravy. You were mixing the cornstarch into the pot when the bell rang. You were about to step away when Clint called out that he’d get it.
“Hey, Lyle.” Clint smiled, then dropped his voice to a whisper. “We’ve got extra company.”
“Oh?” Lyle stepped in and looked into the living room. “Hello, Winchesters.” He gave them a smile. “If I’d have known you two were coming I’d have dressed a little nicer.” He wiggled his eyebrows. Dean rolled his eyes with a scoff and raised his bottle to his lips, Lyle just chuckled. “One day, you’ll admit that the idea intrigues you.”
“Eat me.” Dean grumbled.
“Part of the plan, handsome.”
“Lyle!” He turned his attention to you as you made your way down the hall and he froze, his eyes raking over you. “What? What is it?” You looked down, wondering if you got something on your dress.
“I just-” He swallowed and smiled softly. “I’ve never seen you in a dress. You look beautiful.” Dean kicked his brothers foot and motioned over, neither missed the look on Lyle’s face as he looked at you.
Blushing, you looked down. “Thank you.”
“Uh- here.” Lyle cleared his throat and held out a black reusable wine bag that held two bottles. “As promised.” He smiled.
“Thanks.” You took the bag and started away.
Clint clapped Lyle on the back. “Dinner’s ready whenever everyone's ready to eat.”
“I could eat.” Lyle smiled.
“Yeah.” Dean stood. “I bet you could.” Lyle turned and met Dean’s eyes, and Dean just gave Lyle a knowing smirk. “It’s a delicious meal.”
“Jesus christ, Dean.” Sam moved past his brother and up the hall. “Here, let me help you set up.”
“No, you don’t-”
“I insist, please. Least I can do.”
Sam started moving the food to the center of the table, and you looked up the hall and smiled at Clint. “Yeah okay.”
“What are we celebrating again?” Dean asked as he scooped some roasted potatoes and carrots onto his plate and settled in to eat.
“Clint bought the land we’re going to build on.” Lyle answered as he poured you a glass of wine.
“Thank you, Lyle.” He gave you a wink then poured one for himself.
Clint poured himself a glass from the other bottle, then poured half a glass for Garth, who pouted at him, before handing the bottle over to Sam. “That’s not all we’re celebrating.”
Everyone looked up. “Oh?” Sam poured for himself then put the bottle in the center, since Dean was still working on his beer.
“What’s going on?” Garth asked, looking around the table.
“I’m dating your sister.” Clint smiled. Garth looked to you and you nodded.
Dean’s eyes shot right to Lyle, watching for a reaction, but there wasn’t too much of one. Lyle already knew. Then his eyes went to you. “No shit?” You met his gaze for a moment before quickly looking away again. “Congratulations.”
“It’s about damn time.” Garth grinned, getting up and leaning over the corner of the table to hug Clint. When Garth sat back down, he lifted his glass to his lips, and you stopped him.
“If you drink that all, Garth, you are not getting more.”
“But we’re celebrating!” He pouted and looked to Clint.
Clint just shook his head. “I’m not risking it.”
“Not when you’re the last one to arrive and finally getting in, huh?” Dean muttered and you shot him a glare.
“Dean.” Sam growled, and nudged his brother. Dean just focused on eating and Sam sighed. “Sorry about that.” You gave Sam a nod, and returned your attention to your food.
“Speaking of the land for the company..” Lyle decided to change the topic. He reached into the inner breast pocket of the jacket he had draped over the back of his chair, and reached past you to hand Clint an envelope. “Here.”
“What’s this?”
“Everything we need to get started on clearing and building.”
Clint wiped his hands on a napkin before opening the envelope and looked inside. His brow furrowed and he pulled out a check. “Whats this?”
“Reward money.” Everyone looked to Lyle. “What? You found her. I got one for you too.” He handed a second envelope to Dean for it to be passed down to Garth. “10k, as promised.”
“Lyle-”
“Put it into the company. Or don’t, I don’t care.” Lyle shrugged as Garth opened his envelope and saw a check for $10 000. “It’s yours.”
“Thanks, man.” Clint tucked the check back into the envelope, and folded it so he could shove it in his jeans pocket for now.
“Yeah.” Garth looked up from his. “Thank you.”
Lyle gave Garth a smile, then looked at you when you reached out and took his hand, giving it a squeeze. You smiled at him before pulling your hand away and going back to eating. Lyle picked up the knife and cut into his piece of roast as he smiled happily to himself. “So.” He started, and put the piece of meat in his mouth and chewed. “What’s for desert?”
He glanced up as you chuckled softly. “Clint’s dad asked if I could make pie, and save him a piece. So there’s apple pie that just needs to be heated up.”
“Where is dad?” Lyle asked. “Sister still at the hospital?”
Clint nodded. “Dad is out to dinner with friends, then he’s bringing Laura something to eat and hopefully convincing her to come home and rest.”
“I brought her clothes and breakfast this morning.” You glanced at Garth. “She hadn’t slept. Her friend’s still in critical care.”
“I’ll swing by and check on her after I leave here.” He gave you a reassuring smile.
“Thanks.” Clint gave Garth a nod.
“Hey, you’re a Fitzgerald now.”
“Oh no.” You wagged a finger at Garth. “Sorry big brother, but I’m ditching you and joining the Davidsons.”
“Think your dad would adopt me?”
Clint laughed. “You’re a bit old for that, Garth.”
“Fine. Guess I’ll just marry your sister.” Clint burst out laughing even harder. “What? I’m a catch? Right?” He turned to Sam and Dean.
The pie was in the oven warming, and Sam and Dean were standing outside enjoying the cool night air. “Why do you hate him?” Both brothers turned and saw you standing in the doorway, your arms wrapped around yourself.
“I’ll, uh.” Sam motioned inside, and cleared his throat as he walked past you.
“Who?”
“Clint.”
The door closed behind Sam, and Dean turned. “I don’t.”
“You do. Or you have a very real problem with him, which I don’t understand. You don’t know him.”
“I know enough.”
You walked closer to him, leaning your side on the banister he had his elbows on. “Do you?”
Dean just stood there for a minute. “Yeah. You can do better.”
“Better than him?” You scoffed. “And who’s that, you?”
“No.” Dean shook his head and looked down “Fuck, no.”
“You don’t know me, Dean. And as far as I know, you barely know him-”
“I know you.” He looked at you. “And all I need to know about him is who he surrounds himself with.”
“You don’t know me, Dean. You’ve just fucked me.” Dean looked away again. “If that’s a dig at Lyle, it’s bullshit. Clint also surrounds himself with my brother. With me. People you associate with too.”
“I just really fucking hate-” He stopped himself. He hated witches, he hated demons.
“You hate what, Dean? What did Clint ever do to you that you come into his house and disrespect him, again? And me. It’s disrespectful to me, too. Did you fall in love with me or-”
“No.”
“Then help me understand what the hell is happening?” He didn’t answer, so you reached out and made him look at you. “Help me, Dean, or I’ll be left assuming the worst of you.”
“I just want you happy and safe.”
“I am happy and safe.” You smiled at him. “More so than I’ve felt in a long time.”
“Not as safe as you think. Lyle-”
“Has a crush on me?” You chuckled when his eyes met yours again. “That’s no secret, Dean. He’s asked me out plenty of times. He’s never hidden it.” You let go of him and he turned away. “Why does that make me unsafe?”
“Just be careful around him, okay?” He looked at you again. “It’s more than a crush, Y/N. Be careful.”
“Here.” Garth held out his envelope to Clint. “Take it.”
“What? No I-”
“You love my sister, right?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“Take it. Use it for the mortgage and debts, or to buy out my dad, or… If it’s that serious, use it for a wedding, or honeymoon, I don’t care. Just give her the life she deserves.”
“I was planning on doing that anyways, Garth. All I ever wanted was to give her everything she deserves.”
“Well, here’s another 10k to do it with. I don’t need it. But she does. She might not always believe it, but she’s the most important thing in the world to me.” Garth looked down. “She’s too good for this life. I wish I could do more for her, maybe this can help somehow.”
“Yeah, okay.” Clint took the envelope and looked down at it. “I’ll save it for a wedding.” He looked up at Garth. “I won’t tell her, not until it’s time. She’ll expect to have to pay for it herself. Hell, if I know her, insist on it. Something about the bride’s family pays for the wedding, it’s tradition, but given your dad, she won’t expect any help. That’s when I’ll tell her. It’ll mean the world to her.”
Garth smiled and nodded. “Yeah. She’ll call and give me shit, but she’ll be crying while she yells at me.” He laughed.
“You might not be around much, Garth, but you’re a damn good big brother.”
“Thanks, man.”
“Hey.” You turned and Lyle had the door opened and was leaning out. “Timer went off, pie’s ready.”
“Thanks, Lyle.”
Dean pushed off the banister, his hand touching your shoulder for a moment before he walked away, not even glancing at Lyle as he moved around him and went inside.
“Is everything okay?” Lyle stepped out, and when he saw you shiver, he took off his coat he had been wearing and put it around your shoulders. “Hey.” He made you look up at him. “What happened?”
“Can I ask you something, and get an honest answer?”
“Sure.”
“How do you really feel about me?”
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Warnings : Lyle is his own warning lol. Probably why people aren’t thrilled with him.
Part 34 in Deadly Secrets.
Everyone stood around the fire that burned both bodies. “What the hell was his wife doing there?” Dean mumbled.
“Confronting the mistress, most likely.”
“We know where she is?” Dean looked over.
Lyle shook his head. “No. And it might take me a while of body hopping to find out.”
“Nah.” Dean sighed, and looked back at the fire. “We’ll track her down.”
“Gotta admit, Dean. It wasn’t so bad having a demon on the team.” Sam glanced to his brother, and Lyle smiled with pride at Dean. “Job did get done faster.”
“Don’t get fucking use to it.” Dean shot at Lyle.
“I know, I know.” Lyle held his hands up. “Dean Winchester only has one demonic BFF, and it’s Crowley.”
“Fuck Crowley.” Dean growled.
A smile spread over Lyle's face and he laughed. “Honeymoon phase over already?.” He teased. “Trouble getting it up? He is old, Dean. You’re no spring chicken either.”
“Fuck you.”
Lyle grinned. “Promise?”
Dean was about to open his mouth, when Sam stopped him. “Dean, he saved my ass.” Sam reminded his big brother. “I’d have more than a dislocated shoulder and some scratches if it wasn’t for him.”
“I’d never let anything harm that beautiful ass.” Lyle winked and gave Sam’s ass a smack that surprised him. “Call me if you need me. Or if you don’t.” He winked again, this time at Dean, and vanished with a snap of his fingers.
“I fucking hate that guy.” Dean growled.
“He did good by us.” Garth stared into the fire. “Demon or not, he saved lives.”
“Not hers.” Dean growled, and looked into the fire.
“Everyone else's in town.” Sam pointed out. “It would have been more bodies without him, Dean.” Dean turned his glare onto his brother. “Look, I don’t like him either. But I will give him that.”
You were barely awake when you were calling Garth again. He surprised you by picking up. “Garth? Are you there? Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah I’m alright.”
“I tried to call you last night.” Clint stirred next to you, his arm wrapping around your waist.
“Sorry. I just got the message. I’m fine, sis. Really. Just tired.”
“Are you outside?” You could hear faint talking, and birds chirping.
“Yeah.” He sighed. “I’ve been answering questions all night, and stumbling through the woods like an idjit in the dark.”
You smiled softly. “Hey, can you do something for me?”
“What is it?”
You swallowed. “I know you don’t like Lyle. And I’m not asking you to.. But I promised him and Clint I’d make them dinner, remember? To celebrate?”
“Yeah, I remember.”
“Can you come?” You closed your eyes, preparing for a no. “I’m going to do it tonight, and I never know when you’re leaving. I’d really like to have a proper meal with you, like we used to have when mom was alive.”
He was quiet. “I don’t think being around dad is a good idea.”
“It’s going to be at Clint’s house, actually. I’d uh- I’d rather dad not ruin the night too.” You admitted sadly. “As much as I wish we could have a decent family dinner together, all of us, I’m not that naive.”
“What time?”
“Diner time?” You teased with a soft chuckle. “I can text you after to be sure, but I figure 6ish?”
“Yeah.” You smiled at the simple word. “I’ll see you then, sis. Love you.”
“Thanks, Garth. Love you too.” You were grinning when you ended the call.
“He coming?” Clint mumbled, still half asleep.
“Yeah, he’s coming.” You put your phone back down, and rolled towards Clint. “I’ll give Lyle a call once we’re more awake.” You shifted to kiss his nose, and his eyes opened.
“You’re beautiful in the morning.” He smiled.
“You’re full of shit in the morning.” You laughed.
“Hey, Lyle.”
“How you doing today, buddy?” Lyle’s voice came through speaker phone.
“I’m doing alright. Sore, but alright.”
“How’s your back?”
You stopped cutting up the veg and turned to Clint. “What’s wrong with your back?”
“Uh-” Clint cleared his throat. “I mean, I fell, it’s sore..”
“Clint, what’s wrong with your back?”
“Sorry buddy, I figured she would have seen it by now.”
You put the knife down and crossed the kitchen to him. “It’s nothing serious, it’s-”
You yanked up his shirt and it cut him off. “Jesus.” You breathed out. “Clint, it’s-” You looked up at him as he looked over his shoulder at you. “It looks bad.”
“I promise, Doll, I’m fine.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? I mean, last night, we…”
“You boned? Without me? How dare you!” Lyle teased.
“Shut up, Lyle.” Clint rolled his eyes.
“How good was he, Pumpkin?”
“I swear to god, Lyle-”
“I’m kidding. I know you’re good. I taught him everything he knows, so if you ever want some fun with the master-”
“Good bye, Lyle.” Clint hung up.
“What’d the doctor say?”
Clint turned. “He says it looks worse than it is. Only needed a few stitches, shouldn’t even scar. I fell down the damn cliff, Doll. And honestly, my ribs hurt more than my back.”
“Sorry.”
“Hey, I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?” He pulled you close and his lips pressed to yours. “In fact, I think I encouraged you to do more.” He grinned.
Clint’s phone rang, and he picked it up and answered it. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. What’d you call for.”
“Got a question to ask you.”
“What is it?”
“I wanna ask.” You reached for the phone, but Clint pulled it away. “Clint!”
“Hey, he’s my friend.” He teased, holding the phone out of reach.
“Seriously? What are you two, children?” You reached for it, but didn’t even come close. When you reached again, you jumped, and he moved it to his other hand. “No fair!”
“Hey, it’s not my fault you’re so short.” He grinned. “You stopped growing, not me.”
You could hear Lyle laughing on the phone. “It’s not funny!”
“Little bit.” Clint winked.
“Hey, at least I’m not half Sasquatch.”
“What?” He laughed.
“You’re freakishly tall-”
“6’7 is not freakishly tall.”
“And hairy.”
“I’m not that hairy!” He mocked offense.
“When you came to town, Bigfoot sightings skyrocketed.”
“You take that back.” He smiled, amused, and you shook your head.
“I offered up cash for pictures, and now I have a thousand pictures of you.”
“Fuck off.” He laughed. “You building a shrine to me?”
“Building a shrine to Bigfoot.”
“Clint, give her the damn phone.” Lyle was still laughing.
His arm relaxed enough for you to grab on, and jump to reach the phone. “Hey, Lyle.”
“Hey pumpkin. So what’s going on?”
“That dinner I owe you.” You leaned your back against Clint, and let him wrap his arms around your shoulders. “It’s tonight. But it’s not going to be just you and Clint. I invited my brother. You don’t mind, do you?”
“No, not at all. What time?”
“Roast should be done just after 6, assuming Clint stops distracting me.” You looked up and smiled at him as he kissed your forehead.
“I’ll swing by at 6:30, and I’ll bring the wine. Good?”
“Perfect. Thanks, Lyle.”
“I’ll see you later, sweetheart.” You hung up Clint’s phone and reached over to put it on the table.
“I’m not Bigfoot.” He nipped at your neck. “Maybe hung like Bigfoot.”
You burst out laughing. “How do you know how big bigfoot’s dick is?”
“Just an assumption based on his big feet.”
“Hate to break it to you, sweetie.” You looked up at him. “But your foot size is more a correlation with the length of your forearm, than the size of your dick.”
“You saying I don’t live up to these size 14 shoes?”
“I never said that.” You bit your bottom lip. “You have a good size.”
“A good-” He was stunned for a second, and when you smiled, he shook his head. “I see how it is. Thanks.” he feigned hurt and you laughed. “Get back to cooking.” He gave you a playful shove and smiled
The roast was in the slow cooker with seconds left before the timer went off and the warming setting kicked in.
You were in a sundress, it was one of the few nice things you owned. And you wanted to look nice. You needed to look nice. You felt like you were about to present a new boyfriend to your family, and in a way you were doing exactly that. It didn't matter that they knew him. He wasn't just Garth’s best friend anymore. The boy you grew up chasing.
He was your boyfriend.
You bit your bottom lip, closed your eyes and giggled to yourself. “What's got you giggling?” you turned and his eyes seemed to light up at the sight of you. “Wow. I-” he smiled and you blushed. “I haven't seen you in a sundress since you were like, 6 or 7.”
“Haven't had many reasons to wear one.” You brushed down on the skirt, trying to straighten out a wrinkle.
“You look beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
“Lyle’s going to think you got dressed up for him.”
“Who says I didn't?”
He stared at you and you smiled teasingly at him. “I'm starting to regret this.” he turned away.
“No!” you laughed, grabbing his arm.
“Dinner’s off. You're never leaving this room and you're not allowed contact with the outside world anymore-”
He was smiling and laughing when you tugged his arm, and pulled him into a kiss to cut him off. “I love you, Clint Davidson.”
“I love you too, Doll.” he smiled against your lips. His lips were about to brush against yours once more when the bell rang, and there was a knock. “That's your brother,right on time.”
“Cock block.” You grumbled making Clint laugh again. The bell ran again and you sighed.
“Dad's already gone out for the evening. I’ll-”
“I got it.” You stole one last kiss before walking out of the room.
You were smiling the whole way to the front door, it was still plastered to your face when you opened it. But the moment you saw three smiling faces, you froze for a second.
“Hey, sweetheart. You look good.”
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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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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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