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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