A/N: I just started watching Frontier and this idea has been beating me in the head for the past 24 hours.... so just to shut my muse up, here it is.
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“Mummy! Mummy come look! A man!” You glanced over your shoulder at your five year old daughter, Colleen as she came running into your ‘house’ as you took the fur you were stretching off the rack.
“A man, ye say?” You asked as you untied one of the ropes, not putting much stock into your daughter’s claims. She nodded, sending her brown curls flying around her round face.
“Yes, mummy. He’s really big and he’s all red!” You sighed, slightly annoyed with the interruption and abandoned your work.
“A’right, lass. Le’s go see.” She squealed and took off running as you grabbed your furs from the table and pushed past the layers of skins you used as a door. A slight shiver ran up your spine from the cold and snow that blanketed the world, covering it with a layer of peaceful silence that you loved so much. You followed your daughters foot steps and the sounds of her little laughs down to the river. You almost prayed there was a man down there, since no one had found your hidden home in the five years since you built it.
“See mummy!” Colleen said as she pointed to a canoe that was floating slowly down the river. Your stomach turned as your face searched the blood covered, sickly man that was sprawled out inside. A man that you owed your and Colleen’s life too.
Declan Harp.
“Moth’a’a Christ.” You grumbled as you threw off your furs. “Colleen, ye stay there, ye hear?” She nodded her head as you waded out into the ice cold water. “Bloody ‘ell ye doin, Declan?” You asked more to yourself through chattering teeth as you grabbed the front of the canoe and dragged it behind you to shore. He mumbled something incoherently as you heaved the boat onto the snow covered banks.
“Colleen, grab mummy’s coat an’ go back ta the ‘ouse.” You groaned as you tied the front line of the boat around your hips. With every ounce of strength you had, you started the long trek through the woods to your house to repay the debt of life you had.
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“Colleen, I won’ tell ye ‘gain, leave ‘im alone.” You scolded as you built up a fire to get your small, oddly shaped wood cabin warm in an attempt to sweat out the fever Declan had. Your daughter dropped the bandage she was looking under and looked back at you as innocently as she could.
“Wha’s wrong wit’ ‘im, mummy?” She asked as she climbed off the bed and came over to sit by the fire.
“‘e’s a boo-boo.” You said simply as you glanced over at Declan, who was curled into himself on your bed. His eyes fluttered frantically and sweat poured off his forehead from the infection. Colleen sat beside you as you reorganized the logs in the flames.
“Ye make ‘im betta, mummy?” You nodded and glanced up at Declan once more.
“Mummy’s gon’ try, wee one.” She nodded again as you stood up and adjusted your wet dress and under garments and Declan’s shirt and pants in front of the fire to dry. “Time for bed, luv.” Colleen nodded and got up to lay back down next to your visitor on the only bed you had in your home. With a sigh, you tucked her in under a couple furs and gently kissed her forehead. “Sleep, lit’l luv.” She whispered ‘good night’ and scooted a bit closer to Declan and the warmth his fever was emitting. You shook your head and sighed as you pulled a wobbly chair over beside the fire and settled in for the night.
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“Where’m I?” You glanced up on night three as you made yourself more arrows after two of your broke on the hunt earlier that day.
“M’ouse.” You said softly as Declan looked at the little girl that was curled up against him, sound asleep, with her thumb in her mouth. “She thinks she’s keepin’ ye warm though you’ve been doin’ more of tha’.” He nodded slowly as he studied your face in the glow of the fire light.
“I know you.” He said weakly as he tried to sit up, almost instantly regretting the choice and laying back down.
“I’d ‘oped as much. Ye saved m’life ‘bout six years past. ‘er’s too.” He glanced down at your little girl again and his brow furrowed as he tried to place her. “Ye saved a pregnant woman in a blue dress. Told me ta run an’ neva look back when Lord Benton killed m’husband.”
“It’s you.” You nodded slowly as you added your arrow to the quiver beside you.
“Aye. Tis I.”
“I always wondered what happened to you.” You grabbed a jug of water and got up out of your chair.
“I ran… an’ I neva looked back.” You sat beside him and helped him drink. With careful hands, you checked under the make shift bandages on his chest. “You’ll need ta take it easy, luv. Ye nearly died. Ye can stay ‘ere ’til ye get betta.” He nodded at you as he looked up and met your eyes.
“I need to kill Benton.” You nodded at him as you gave him a little more water.
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Then--it must have been a little over eleven years ago now--while his father was working a hunt in New York, that was when he ran into someone he never thought he could consider a friend. Neal Cassidy, a thief and a con-man of sorts, Dean could relate and that's truly what helped him connect to the other. See, Dean needed some sense he could trust a person before letting them get close. But after Neal helped him out of a tight spot, they kept contact as much as they could.
Soon their communication faded off and the Winchester became immersed in his line of work. He lost any friends he might have had, but that wasn't the case today.
Sam had been complainin about how much they'd driven today and Dean was sick of it. "Okay, fine! You said there's a town near here, right? Storybrooke, or whatever? One night," he said with irritation. He continued to drive, eyes glued on the road in front of him. It wasn't until he saw that wooden 'welcome' sign that he felt at least a bit of relief. He could use a good meal and some sleep, so, hopefully, this town would do them some good. After driving into town, Dean spotted a diner--Granny's Bed and Breakfast. Perfect. "Come on. Let's get somethin' to eat and then a room." The black Impala was parked near the diner when the Winchester climbed out of the car, door opening with a creak. He shut it and glanced around the town. Seemed pretty small. Not a problem.
He soon strolled straight into the diner where people turned to give Dean and his brother some strange looks, as if they didn't get many visitors here. "Okay, then..." he mumbled. The brothers took their seats at a booth and Dean looked over at Sam. "Is it just me, or do these people seem...shifty?"
"Really, Dean? Shifty?" Sam scoffed back at his brother.
"What?" Dean didn't see the problem with that description.
"It's a small town. People probably don't visit often," the younger responded.
"If you say so..." The elder Winchester looked back around the diner, where some gave him more unfriendly glances.
