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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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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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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Part 18 in Deadly Secrets.
When you walked in the bar the next day, Jack tried to convince you to go back home. “I need to work, Jack. I have bills to pay.”
“I'll pay ‘em, I don't care. You don't need to be here until everything settles,and it's supposed to be your day off.”
“Aren't you the one always telling me not to let him run my life?” you pat him on the chest and moved around him heading for the office. “Just finally listening to you, Jacky-boy. Just switch my days off if you want, my plans were moved around anyways. Mortgage is due Monday, I can't miss work.”
Jack simply sighed and shook his head as we went back to opening up the bar.
It must have been around 7 or 8 when the strangers walked in. Everyone turned towards them, and they were muttering to each other as they moved in and tried not to be bothered by the quiet stares. “What can I get you boys.” you asked politely glancing up.
“We're looking for someone.” The taller of the two told you.
“Going to need to narrow it down if you want help, handsome.” His cheeks flushed ever so slightly as he tore his gaze away and glanced to the other man.
“Looking for a Fitzgerald.” the other informed you.
You stopped what you were doing and stared at them, bar slowly getting quiet again. “Which Fitzgerald?” you were afraid they'd say your father.
“Uh.. Garth's sister? What'd he say her name was again?” he turned to his taller friend.
“You know my brother?”
His head whipped back towards you. “You're Garth's sister!?” You nod in response. “Now I get why he said what he said…” he looked you up and down, licking his lips until he got elbowed.
“I'm Sam. This horndog is my brother Dean.”
“Is he coming?” you ignored the introduction, hope and relief filling you.
“He-uh.. He's-”
You shoulders dropped. “Not coming.” you finished. “Thanks for coming to let me know.” You put down the dish cloth and walked away to pour yourself a shot and downed it.
They watched you, and Sam nudged his brother again. “He's kinda caught up in something a few states away. We were on our way this way, and he asked us to check in. Your message worried him.”
“Not enough to come home.” your hands were on the back counter, head hanging down. “What’s so goddamn important that he’s ignoring family? Huh?” You tuned to them. “Does he have another one somewhere that he hides us from?”
“He’s working-”
“What does he do then? Help me understand why I call my brother crying again and again, and you show up instead.”
Sam looked to Dean unsure what to do, and Dean dropped into the stool. “Whiskey. Beer chaser.” You cocked an eyebrow. “I need a drink.” When you turned and his brother sat next to him, Dean sighed.
“She has no idea what he does, Dean. I thought his family knew, if not hunted too.” Sam whispered.
Dean shook his head. “He said it was complicated. I guess this is what he meant.” Dean’s eyes stayed on you right up until you put the drinks in front of him, and gave his brother the same. “Thanks sweetheart.”
“You going to tell me what he does?” He shook his head and you rolled your eyes and pulled out your phone.
“You said something about missing and dead people? And your dads acting different?”
“Yes and no.” you mumbled, sending Garth a text.
Thanks a lot for sending your lackeys, Garth. What good is this going to do me? I need help with dad! He's your father too. I'm working myself to death here trying to keep him in line and everything paid.
As you typed, the bar door opened and your father walked in. “I'm back!” he called out, arms up in the air. “No thanks to my ungrateful daughter who sent them to arrest me!” You looked up, and he was glaring at you. “Get me a drink, I hate feeling sober. Oh, and tonight is on you, for all the shit I was put through. It's always nice knowing your daughter tells people you're a fucking murderer, huh?”
You sighed, stuffing your phone back in your pocket. “See? Dad is as he always is. Just sober.” you turned and grabbed a few beers.
“That's Garth Sr?” Dean turned and looked over his shoulder, shocked. Sam watched your face before turning.
“Garth Sr? I thought his name was Bob?”
Dean looked down the bar at the blonde man a few seats away who had spoken. He had been sure that seat was empty when he sat down. Something wasn't right, Dean could feel it. This guy didn't belong.
“It is.. kinda.” You nodded at Lyle. “My grandfather was Garth Fitzgerald II. My father is Garth the III. They both worked the factory, so my grandpa was called Garth Sr, my father Garth Jr. And then my brother was born. Also Garth. Things started getting confusing. My grandfather stayed Garth Sr. My brother was just Garth, or Garth Jr, and people at the factory started calling my father by random names mostly to annoy him. Bob stuck. A few people still call him Garth, but most everyone's uses Bob these days. He honestly hates both names.”
“Oh..” he nodded, then lifted a glass Dean was sure wasn't there a moment before, but no one else seemed to notice. “Hey.” he gave Dean a smile and a nod.
“Hey..” Dean responded then glanced over at you as you moved past the blond man and headed with drinks to where your father with sitting with two other guys. When he glanced back to the blonde man down the bar, he noticed the seat empty again. His brow furrowed, but he’d figure that out later and set his sights back on you.
Jack spoke quietly to you as you went past, then went behind the bar and watched with his arms crossed. Dean was watching you, but Sam kept glancing back to Jack.
You handed out the drinks to everyone but your father, leaning in to say something to him quietly first. Suddenly, he snatched the beer from you with one hand, and then grabbed your wrist with the other, yanking you closer.
“Hey!” Dean growled out when he saw your whole body tense with fear.
“Dean.” Sam put a hand to his brothers shoulder to calm him, and he could see from the corner of his eye that Jack had shifted as well and was ready to run over there.
“Bet you were real worried about me, huh? Didn't come by, and I find you here as if it never happened.”
“I need to pay the bills, dad.” your voice was quiet and shaky. “I was worried, I called Garth-”
“When will you get it through your head that your brother hates us, huh?” he yanked harder on your wrist. “I'm all you have. All you'll ever have. I almost half expect the bar to be closed while you and Jack fucked like rabbits, but I guess even he's tired of you.” He yanked your arm once more, pulling you nose to nose with him. “And don't you ever tell me what to do again. I brought you into this damn world, I will take you back out. Now get me a fucking pitcher like you should have in the first place.”
“Hey!” before Sam, or even Jack could react, Dean was up. He grabbed your father by the collar the second he let go of your arm, and Dean dragged him out of his seat, shoving him against the wall. “Don't ever threaten her again. Do you fucking hear me?”
You were wide eyed, glancing back to Jack and Sam, who called out to his brother while you pleaded with him, much like you usually did with Jack. “Let him go.”
“Don't you ever fucking touch her again. Because I will make you regret it.”
“Who are you? You the new guy plowing my whore of a daughter?” he glanced over at Jack. “She finally move on from a spineless shit like you?”
“Hey!” Dean slammed him against the wall again, and you yelped. “I'm friends with your son. I'm here because he's worried about her. Now I fucking see why.”
Your father laughed. “I told you your brother couldn't stand to see you.”
Dean growled, and his hand reached back. “Dean!” Sam warned him, knowing what he was reaching for.
“He's a piece of shit, Sam.”
“He's my dad!” Dean turned and saw you standing there with tears in your eyes. It took him a moment, but he let go. Your dad shoved Dean out of his way as he ranted and stormed out. “What is wrong with you?”
“Wh-”
“Dad, wait!” you turned and hurried out after him.
“What just happened?” Dean looked to Sam.
Jack sighed and put whiskey on the bar. “Dad is a touchy subject. Best not to go there. I've been fighting that uphill battle for years.”
“Are you two…?” Sam asked.
Jack shook his head. “Not anymore. Not for a while.” he poured each of them a shot and one for himself.
“Because of that?” Sam asked and Jack nodded.
“He always been like this?” Dean was still pretty pissed and they could hear it in his voice.
“As long as I've known him.” Jack downed his shot. “Not always this bad, though. He was always a heavy drinker as far as I can tell. But when the factory shut down, it got worse. And worse again when his wife died.”
“That happen recently?” Sam asked.
“No. It's been a while. I tried to do what I could, but he made life hard. I tried to get her out, he made it harder.. And with her brother never around..”
“It all falls on her.” Sam finished and Jack nodded. Sam glanced to Dean who downed his shot and motioned for another.
“You said you know him?” Jack asked.
Sam nodded. “Work friends.”
“When you talk to him again, tell him she needs him. She can’t keep doing this alone.” Sam nodded, and Jack gave him a small smile before tapping his knuckles on the bar and walking off to serve someone else.
You sat outside for a while, your father having stormed off yelling and screaming. You just needed to be alone, needed the quiet, so you sat outside on a crate and just let your mind go. “Hey, you okay?” Glancing up you saw Sam. “You didn’t come back in.. Guy behind the bar is worried.”
“Jack.” You nodded. “He usually is.”
“May I?” He motioned to one of the other crates, and you nodded. Flipping it to sit on it’s side, he sat down next to you. “I’m sorry my brother upset you.”
You sighed. “If he hadn’t of done it, Jack would have. But your brother doesn’t even know us.” You looked over at him. “Why would he?”
Sam licked his lips and thought for a moment. “Because Dean is the protector.” You furrowed your brow. “And he knows better than anyone what you’re going through.”
“Oh really?”
Sam nodded. “Our dad.. He was a drinker too. Got bad after mom died. He couldn’t handle being without her. Jack fights with your dad a lot, right?” You nodded. “See, me and my dad, was like Jack and yours. Always fighting. Always butting heads. And then there was Dean. My dad drilled into Dean to protect me at all costs, and sometimes that even meant from him. He never hit us, or anything, but he was a marine, once. So he was strict, had rules that had to be followed at all costs and all times. Plans for us, for our futures, one I didn’t want. So I’d fight it. Every chance I got, I fought it. ”
You sat quietly, letting him talk, listening to everything. You felt like this was almost as much for him as it was for you.
“Dean would get mad at me. Take our fathers side. I couldn’t figure out why. In my head, he was a shit dad.” Sam shook his head looking down at the ground as he stretched his legs out a bit. “It took awhile for me to figure out. Loss of my own, really. The love of my life dying much in the way my mother had.. I realized why dad was the way he was. I hit that path myself for a bit. And then when dad himself died.. I got it.” He glanced at you. “Dean.. Dean is like you, in all this. Our mom died when he was 4, I was only 6 months old, so all I ever knew, was dad like that, strict and drinking all the time. But Dean.. He had the memories. Of mom, of her and Dad, Dad before he was that guy.” Sam sighed. “He held on to those memories. Every time he looked at dad, he saw those. The good times. I think you do that too.” His eyes locked on yours. “As much as he scares you, you cling to person he was before, the one you remember from your childhood. The good times.”
Closing your eyes, you nod.
“Jack is never going to understand that. He’s going to try, but unless he lives it, he won’t be able to fully understand that. He’s going to keep butting heads, like I did. But that’s not a bad thing either. He cares, a lot.”
“I know..” You nod again.
“Just don’t let it run your life, like it did Deans.” You looked up at him. “Dean raised me. Dean did everything my father didn’t, or couldn’t. He started that when he was 4. His whole life was being dad’s good little soldier, following orders, following the plan. He didn’t get a childhood. And Dean is still on that path, though now, it’s his own choice. Even I ended up doing what Dad wanted.” Sam chuckled. “But I came back to it on my own. I chose it. Just like I had chosen to leave to go to college. Don’t let it limit you. But I think you’ll be okay. You’ve got people who care about you. And your brother. I’m sorry he couldn’t make it, and I’m sorry I can’t give you the details. But I can promise you, he cares, and he’s worried about you. He wouldn’t have sent us if he wasn’t.” He gave you a small smile. You gave him a small nod as he stood. “And when I talk to him, I’m gonna tell him to come home. I promise.”
“Thanks, Sam. Can you tell Jack I just need a bit?”
“Yeah, of course.” He smiled, a hand going to your shoulder before he headed back into the bar.
After Sam walked back inside, you leaned forward, elbows on your knees and your head hanging down. You wanted Garth home. You were tempted to pull out your phone, call again. Keep trying, again and again until he picked up and came home.
“I’m sorry.” Your eyes opened, and you saw boots. Following the long bowed legs up to the man attached, you saw Dean looking down on you. “I’m sorry I upset you, but he shouldn’t have done that.”
You looked down again. “It’s fine.”
“It’s not.” You looked up again. “It’s just-”
“You’re the protector.” You cut him off and he froze.
“Sammy?” You nodded and he sighed. “I guess he told you about dad then..” You nodded again. “Wonderful.” He looked away, annoyed.
“I’m sorry too.” He looked back down at you, brow furrowed. “If you’re life was even a smidge like mine, I’m sorry. And I’m sorry for getting so mad. I understand why you did it, even before Sam came out to talk to me. Jack does it too, fights with him, throws him out. I just- I want it to stop. I miss my dad.” Your bottom lip started to quiver. “Everything I do, is for him. I pay the bills, the mortgage, all of it with this job. And he comes in here- if anyone else was my boss...” Your hands came up to rub your face as you tried to keep yourself from crying. “Garth is never here. Never an explanation to why. It’s just me and him. I can’t get close to anyone… I feel so alone, and hated..”
A hand came out in your line of sight and you looked at it confused before glancing up at him. “Come on. We’re going for a ride.”
“What? I need to work, I-”
“You need some space. Away from all of this, and all of them. No one understands how you feel better than me, sweetheart. Come on. I bet you’ll love my car.” He winked with a smirk.
“You sure about that? Last guy I got a ride from rode a motorcycle.” You teased with a sniffle and wiped off your cheek. He turned and pointed to a black car parked across the street. “That is nice…”
“Told you.” He grinned, and motioned to his hand.
You nodded, wiping your hand on your jeans before taking his. “Wait, I need to tell Jack.”
“Don’t worry about him. Sammy’ll let him know.”
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Part 12 in Deadly Secrets.
You didn't say a word to Jack all night. He watched as you smiled at people, and laughed at jokes, but when you turned away, he could see how hurt you were. He sighed, and held on to the fact that he could talk to you when the bar closed.
But then you left as he was closing up. Hearing the door, he turned and watched as you walked out without saying bye.
It hurt.
Grabbing a bottle of Jack Daniels off the shelf, he sat on the counter, opened it and started drinking.
“Can I walk you home?” you looked up as the door shut behind you, and Lyle gave you a smile.
“I thought you left hours ago?”
He nodded. “I did. But you seemed to be having a rough night. Thought I could try my hand at cheering you up.” Lyle had a hand behind his back, and snapped his fingers. When it came around, it was a small bouquet of your favorite flowers.
“How did you-”
“I walked you father home last night, remember? He had mentioned you having a garden of them that you and your mother tended.”
You nodded and took them. “Thank you..” he smiled as you both started walking. “It's amazing..”
“What is?”
“My dad hasn't said a single nice thing to me in months. I don't think...” you looked up at him. “But he's talking to you.. How'd you do it?”
He smiled. “I paid his tab, for one.” he laughed. “I don't know, maybe I have one of those faces, people just talk to me. Tell me what they want most.”
“What does he want most?”
Lyle shrugged. “Conversation didn't get that far.”
“But he talked about me?”
Lyle nodded. “I asked him about you.” You furrowed your brow, so he continued before you could ask. “You were what he was fighting with Jack about, so that's what I asked about. Let him get it all out, and then he just kept talking.”
You smiled and nodded. “You really shouldn't have paid his tab.. but thank you. I'll pay you back somehow.”
“No, no it’s fi-”
“I will pay you back somehow.” you told him more firmly. “Even if I have to cook you a hundred meals because you refuse to take my money.”
He chuckled and nodded. “Okay, okay. I'll let you pay me back. 1 cookie for every dollar?” he teased.
“Oh Jesus Christ, I'll be baking non stop for a week.” Lyle burst out laughing. “It's a deal. I hope you have a good dentist.”
Hearing your laugh woke Clint up. He sat up and looked out his window, but your bedroom light was still off. Getting out of bed, he opened the window further, and looked towards the front. What he saw had his jaw clench before he shut his window and turned to get dressed.
By the time Clint got downstairs and looked out his living room window, you were heading in, nose in a bouquet of flowers while Lyle watched you with a smile.
“Good morning, Clint.”
He was barely out the door as yours shut behind you and Lyle spoke. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Lyle turned and shrugged. “Just making friends. She was having a bad night.”
“Leave her alone.” Clint growled.
“That wasn't the deal, Clint.” Lyle gave him a pat on the shoulder as he moved past. “Better hurry up and find a location. I was invited to diner when you do.” he waved over his shoulder as he walked a bit further before vanishing.
“Fuck.” Clint clenched his fist. He wanted to hit something. Wanted to punch Lyle, but he knew that would end badly. He saw a light go on out of the corner of his eye, and glanced up between the houses. With a sigh, he headed back inside before you saw him out there.
Once in his room, he stood in the dark and watched as you got ready for bed. Your light went off, and he knew you'd be crawling into bed to finally sleep. He started to wonder if he could warn you. Could he get you to understand how dangerous Lyle was without having to tell you what he was? There was no way for Clint to explain what Lyle was, without telling you what he himself was. What his sister, and mother before them were.
“Fuck.” he grumbled again as he dropped onto his bed.
A pounding on your front door woke you up. Reaching over, you grabbed your alarm clock and squinted as you checked the time. “Who the fuck..?” you grumbled as the pounding continued. “Alright! Jesus!” you yelled, getting out of bed and heading downstairs. You pulled open the door, and came face to face with Jack. “What the fuck is wrong with you! Are you here to start another fight!?”
“N-no..”
“Because that's what you'll get if you wake him up.” you growled. “Go home, Jack.” You started to close the door, but his hand shot out and stopped it. “Jack-”
He stepped in as he pushed the door open and took your face in both hands, cutting you off. “I love you.”
“Jesus, Jack.” You winced at the smell of booze on him. “You're hammered..”
“I still love you.” he put his forehead against yours. “Sometimes I hate that I still love you. But fuck, do I love you.” he swallowed. “You wouldn't talk to me. It hurt.”
“You hurt me, Jack.” your voice was almost a whisper. “Please, go home. We'll talk tomorrow, I promise.”
He shook his head. “I'm not leaving.”
“Jack-”
“I'm not leaving!”
“Okay.. okay. Just, please, be quiet. I don't want you waking him.”
“Fuck him.” Jack breathed out. “If it wasn't for him-”
“He's my dad, Jack.” you cautioned him.
He took a deep breath and sighed. “I know. I'm sorry.”
You pulled away from him and motioned upstairs “If you insist on staying, get upstairs.” He nodded, and quietly moved around you and made his way upstairs. You sighed, and shut the door before heading up yourself.
When you got into your room, you shook your head. He was stretched out on your bed, boots in the middle of your room, jacket on the floor. Quietly, you got into bed, and laid near the edge so there was space between the two of you. “Y/n-”
“Sleep it off, Jack.” you said quietly, pulling the blanket up to your chin.
He shifted, it was all exaggerated movement is his drunken state, but he got your back against his chest and pulled you tight against him.
“I'm sorry.” he whispered into your hair.
“It's not fair, Jack.” You tried to hide the sadness in your voice. “You can't have both forever.”
“I know.” he sighed. “I love you. I really do, and I probably always will. And I hate it. I hate it because I can't just let go. I can't stand the idea of you with someone else. But I can't go through that again.” You listened quietly, tears on your cheeks. “We were almost toxic at the end. I hated that more than anything. I hated hurting you.” He shifted, his nose brushing against your neck. “I'm trying. I'm trying so fucking hard to not be jealous. I want you happy, baby, I just wish it was with me. I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry.”
When he heard you sniffle, he brushed his fingers along your chin before turning your head to look at him. When your eyes met his in the dark, you practically begged. “We can try again.”
He shook his head. “As much as I want that, I think tonight is proof it wouldn't work. He still gets in my head. He still gets in yours. We'd be picking up where we left off, and it would end again, quicker than it started.”
You closed your eyes and nodded. He was right. “I love you.”
“I know, baby.” he kissed your cheek. “Maybe one day, I'll get lucky again.” he smiled as he nuzzled his nose against your cheek, something he knew never failed to make you smile. “I'm sorry I was such an asshole tonight.”
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A/N : Big brother comes to town, and he has a secret of his own.
Part 4 in Deadly Secrets.
Walking in the front door, Clint glanced around. “Anybody home?”
“DADDY!!” Small feet pounded on the floor as they ran to him, making him laugh as their bodies hit his legs, arms wrapping around them. “Missed you daddy.” His daughter looked up at him with her big beautiful eyes.
“I missed you too, sweetheart.” He bent down to kiss each of them on the head. “Wheres mama?”
“Oh-side.” His youngest pointed towards the back door. “Mama oh-side.”
“Alright.” He put his bag down. “There's gifts in the side pockets.” He watched his daughters face light up as she rushed for the bag before the other two. He laughed. “Share, guys. I'm just going to say hi to your mother.”
As Clint headed for the back door, he could hear his daughter take charge of the two boys. He loved how much she was like her mother. Glancing back, he watched her pull out the candies first, and give each of her brothers one, while she tucked two into her pocket.
“Be fair, Sarah.” She turned and blushed at getting caught but was quickly distracted by other things in his bag.
Stepping out onto the wide wrap around porch, he smiled seeing you down in the yard hanging bedding on the clothes line.
He took his time walking to you, watching you move, watching you wipe your forehead with your arm. Then his eyes trailed down. Your back was to him, so he took in the view of your ass just moments before he wrapped his arms around you, giving you a start.
“I'm home, Doll.” he breath out, leaning his head down to kiss your neck.
You giggled at the feel of his beard in the crook of your neck. “I missed you.”
“Oh, I missed you too.”
“Clint?”
“Hmm?” he hummed into your skin.
“Are you awake?”
“What?” He pulled his face out of your neck and looked at you confused.
You turned your head, hand coming up to brush your fingers over his beard. “Are you awake over there?”
His eyes snapped open and he groaned, grabbing his pillow and covering his eyes.
“Clint!”
“Yeah?” his voice was muffled.
“You awake?”
Realizing you probably hadn't heard him, he tossed aside the pillow and sat up. Rubbing his eyes, he nodded. “Yeah.” He answered more loudly.
“I woke you up, didn't I?
He looked out his window to you leaning out of yours. “Yeah, but it's alright. You okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah I'm fine. Garth called. He should be here in about an hour. Wanted to know if you were up or if he should stop by in the morning.”
Yawning, he stood up and stretched. “Yeah, no it's fine, send him over, well grab a beer or something.”
You licked your lips at the sight of him. Topless, sweatpants hanging low, and his hair a bit of a mess. “Yeah. Uh, you might want to raid our fridge then. Garth is… well.. he's kind of a lightweight.”
Clint laughed. “One beer, Doll, its late.”
“Clint, he gets drunk on a single light beer.” You laughed. “We keep non-alcoholic beer in the basement fridge for him.”
“Seriously?” You nodded and laughed. “Yeah alright, I'll be right over. Let me grab a shirt.”
“Oh don't rush to get dressed on my account.” You teased and watched him head for his dresser. “I forgot how much I liked this great view.”
Clint was glad you couldn't see his face because he was turning red. Instead, he laughed it off, letting his laughter join yours.
You were standing in the doorway talking to Clint when a car came to a stop across the street. You were so focused on Clint, you paid no mind to who it was, until they called out. “Stop hitting on my sister!”
You blushed and looked down, but Clint laughed and turned to look at Garth as he crossed the street. “She’s been hitting on me since I got to town.” Clint countered with a laugh, making your face go a bit redder and you gave him a shove.
“Tsk tsk.” Garth wagged a finger at you, but once he got on the sidewalk, his arms went wide. “Bring it in, little sis.”
Grinning, you ran to hug him. “I missed you.” You held on tight to your big brother.
“I know. I’m sorry I couldn’t get home sooner.” When you pulled away, he motioned for Clint.
“You Fitzgerald's and your hugs.” He teased as he made his way to Garth. But he was more than happy to get a hug from his old friend. “It’s been too long, Garth.”
When they separated, you kissed Garth on the cheek. “I’m heading back to bed, I’ll see you at breakfast?” Garth nodded. “Go catch up with Clint. He has a beer for you.” Garth’s face lit up and he rushed to toss his bag in the house. “Hey?” Clint turned to you. “Don’t let him see it’s non-alcoholic. Just pour it into a glass for him, he won’t notice the difference, and you won’t have to deal with drunk Garth. Trust me, you don’t want that at this hour.”
Clint nodded just as Garth came back out. “Come on, brother.” Clint put his arm around Garth’s shoulders and lead him over, carrying a small case of ‘beer’ in his other hand.
“See you tomorrow, Clint.”
You smiled as he turned. “Night, Doll.”
Clint put a glass down in front of Garth, then poured himself a drink as well. “So, what is it you do now? Last I heard you were in dental school.”
Garth nodded. “I was. But first, we need to talk about something.”
“What’s that?” Clint sat across from him.
“My sister.” Garth was watching Clint stone faced, which Clint found rather unsettling.
“What about your sister?”
“If you hurt her, I’ll hunt you down, Clint.”
Clint furrowed his brow, and pulled his hand away from his drink. “Garth, this is me.. You know me. Have I ever hurt her?”
“No. But I know what you are now.”
He searched Garth’s face, the seriousness behind his words. There was no denying he knew. “How?”
“It’s my job, Clint. I’m a hunter.”
Clint visibly pulled back. “Since when?”
Garth laughed. “Funny thing that.. Being in dental school, and killing a tooth fairy.”
Clint swallowed and nodded. “I’ll, uh- I’ll leave her alone, I’ll head back out of town and-”
“No.” Garth shook his head. “Just..” He sighed. “Just don’t use any of that shit on her, okay? No potions, or spells.. And if - IF you ever do ask her out, Clint. You protect her. I work damn hard to keep this away from our door. You bring any of that down on her, I will hunt you.”
Clint relaxed a bit. “So, hunter and a witch walk into a bar? Never heard that joke before..”
Garth smiled. “It’s not so black and white. Not for me anyways. I know how you feel about my sister.”
Clint nodded. “I’m going to need something stronger than non-alcoholic beer.”
Garth sucked his teeth and pushed his glass away. “Me too?” Clint shot him a look. “Half? Come on, drunk Garth is funnn.” He half whined. “You’re supposed to be my friend, not my sister’s lacky.” He teased.
“Fine, but if you get out of hand, I’m telling your sister you overpowered me and stole a whole case.”
Garth burst out in a full body laugh. “You don’t think I can take you? Let’s do this!” Garth jumped up and started moving furniture around. “I can kick your ass after twelve beers!”
Clint laughed, having really missed this. “Yeah? I hear you can’t even stand after one. Let’s see what you’ve got, little man.”
“Oooh, it’s on.”
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Part 20 in Deadly Secrets.
“Are you kidding me!”
You bolted upright, clutching the blanket to your chest at the sound of his voice. “Garth!” You stared wide eyed at your angry brother. “How- what..?”
“Sam called last night.” He ground out. “Said I better get down here fast, that Dean was ‘taking my baby sister for a ride in his car.’” He growled out. “So I busted my ass to finish up and get home, to find you in bed with my best friend!”
“I thought Clint was your best friend.” You cocked an eyebrow.
“I’m your best friend?”
“Poor guy.” Sam teased.
“You know damn well what I mean. And you.” He turned to Dean who was rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “What the hell did I tell you two idjits?”
“Idjits?” You looked confused, between them.
“I told you not to touch my damn sister!”
“Hey!” You growled, standing from the bed and taking the blanket with you. Dean yelped and covered himself with a pillow. “You don’t get a damn say in who I fuck, Garth.”
“Thanks for ratting me out, Sammy. Pass me my bag?” Sam tossed Dean a duffle and he moved to sit on the other edge of the bed, back to everyone as he found some boxer briefs and pulled them on.
“I sent them to check this out, give you a hand-”
“A hand with what, Garth? With dad? It’s not their fucking job! It’s yours! I called you, crying again and again and you couldn’t even answer the fucking phone, couldn't call me back. Couldn’t fucking care less.”
“I cared.” He looked hurt that you thought that.
“Then where were you? Where were you while I was getting pushed around? Where were you when I was dealing with our dad being suspect number one in a murder case? While I was dealing with his drinking, and everything else. While I pay for the bills and his drinking habits ON MY OWN!? WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU!?” Garth swallowed, Sam and Dean watched you with wide eyes as tears starting to run down your cheeks. “You can’t be bothered with me then, but get word that I’m fucking your friend and you come running.” You scoffed. “Know what I hear everyday, Garth? I hear dad tell me about how much you hate me. That’s why you’re never home, never answer my calls. About how you can’t stand to be around me. And then this happens? What the hell else am I supposed to think other than he might be right?” You shrugged. “So the least you can fucking deal with, is me fucking your work buddy. And honestly, I’m really wishing I had fucked them both. How fast would you have gotten home then, Garth?”
You turned away, grabbing your clothes off the floor and slammed the door to the bathroom.
Dean stood, slowly clapping. “Way to go, boys.” He shook his head. “I made the poor girl forget for a bit, and smile, and you dicks break her all over again.” He did up his jeans and pulled on his shirt before grabbing his jacket. “I’m going to grab coffee.”
Once you were dressed, you stormed out, not letting Garth get a word in. The only thing said was from you when you grabbed the flannel you had thrown on the night before. “Borrowing this.” You told Sam, pulling it on right before you slammed the door behind you. It was chilly, and you had left your jacket behind at the bar. Besides, since he was such good friends with your brother, he could get it back later.
You headed home, walking like you were pissed, and while you were, you were also just really upset. All the messages, all the crying, he hadn’t come home. But this he came home for? Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried not to let your father's words back into your head, tried not to believe them. It was getting harder and harder not to let your father's words break you.
“Doll?” You just kept walking until someone's hands grabbed your shoulders. “Hey, you okay? You walked right past your house.” He pointed out and you turned and looked back at it.
“Sorry.”
You started to go but he kept you in place. “What’s going on? I went to the bar to walk you home last night, and Jack said you took off without a word.” You were quiet for a bit, and he watched you with a worried expression.
“Can we go for that ride?” you looked up at him, tears in your eyes. “Please? I think I fucked up and I don't want to be home right now.”
“Yeah, we can go for the ride. Where’s your jacket? You’ll freeze like this.”
“Bar.”
“Come on, you can wear one of my sweaters, okay?” You nodded and followed him in.
His motorcycle pulled off the main road and into a small clearing that was surrounded by trees. He killed the engine, and pulled off his helmet. You did the same and got off his bike, leaving your helmet on the back end.
Clutching the sleeves of the large, warm hoodie he let you borrow, you took a few steps forward, looking around. “Like it?” He asked with a smile, getting off the bike.
“Where are we?” You turned to him.
He grinned. “Davidson Lumber Yard.” He held out his hands in a grand gesture to all that was around him. “It’s my land.”
“It’s so quiet and lovely here.. Are you really going to disrupt that with a business?”
He chuckled. “If you want quiet and seclusion, the family does have a cabin about two hours away.”
“You’d never be rid of me. I’d never come back.” You muttered and bent down to pick a wildflower, rolling the stem between your fingers.
“I don’t see that as such a bad thing.” You looked up at him. “You could use the peace. And I quite enjoy your company.” He smiled. When you didn’t at least smile at that, he got worried again. “What’s wrong?” You shook your head. “Don’t tell me it’s nothing.”
“No, it’s something.” You sighed, and walked back closer to him. “I just don’t need to dump my shit on you. It’s not fair to you. What I do… what I did… wasn’t fair to you either.”
He hooked your chin and made you look up at him. “What happened? I’m here, no matter what, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Ever. Not again.”
You thought for a minute, how to start. “Garth is home.”
“That’s good, right?” He smiled. “You wanted him home.”
“He didn’t come for me, or because I called.. He’s mad at me.”
“Why would he be-”
“I fucked his friend.” Clint froze. “Dean. Last night. I just.. Dad came in to the bar, started his usual shit, grabbed my arm, was yanking me around and telling me how shit I am… Dean got him off, and I..” You sighed. “I don’t know. His brother talked to me for a bit while I was outside and upset, telling me how Dean understood better than anyone what I go through.. then he came out. Offered me a drive, to get away from dad, and Jack, and the bar… I just didn’t want to be there anymore. I didn’t want to be me anymore. So I went with him, and I fucked him. And when I woke up this morning, Garth was yelling at me. So I yelled back.”
Clint was staring at nothing in particular, nodding and taking that in. He felt like an idiot for having hope.
“And now you’re upset at me too..” He looked up and realized you were watching his face the whole time. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I fuck up everything I touch, my dad is right… I’m not good for anything. Or anyone.”
“Don't say that.” he shook his head.
“I hurt everyone I get close to, everyone I love..”
His eyes searched your face when you said that. There was so much pain and heartbreak. “I'm not upset at you-”
“-Don't lie to me-” you cut in.
“-And I don't think any less of you for who you've been with.” he continued, ignoring you.
“If only you knew..” you said sadly.
His fingers brushed along your cheek. “What could you possibly say to change how I feel-”
“Your sister.” you cut him off.
He had to admit, he wasn't expecting that. His eyebrows shot up, his hand stopped it's motion. “Laura?” you nodded. “You.. and.. and Laura?” his eyebrows came back down, furrowing together.
“See?” You pulled back, moving away from him, the flower long dropped to the ground and your hands going into your hair. “What the fuck is wrong with me?”
“When? I talked to her, all the time. She never-”
“Summer I hit 18.” you sighed. “I was waiting, hoping you'd come back. Laura kept trying to get me to date, but no one was good enough. I held on to this idea of the perfect guy because of how you always treated me, and no one else even came close to that. I felt broken, for a while. Kinda like how I feel now. Laura helped me through it. She was good to me, like you were. She was my last piece of you, I guess.” You kept your back to him as you spoke. “I loved her.” you smiled. “She was my best friend for so long there was no way I couldn't. But I started to wonder if I held on to her as a way to hold on to you. I was honest about that, about how everything felt blurred to me. Best friend, girlfriend and lover, connection to you.. she disappeared for a while. I thought I lost her for good after we ended. But she came back, smiles and open arms.”
He froze. “She came to stay with me.. mentioned a breakup she was having a hard time with..” he looked at you, watched you crouch down in the tall grass and pick another flower. “Why didn't she tell me it was you?”
“Maybe because she knew you loved me? I think she felt guilty about that. I felt guilty. I still do. I know how you feel about me, I'm not an idiot.” you stood with the daisy you had picked and stared down at it, plucking the petals one by one. “Every time you comfort me I feel guilt. Every time you look at me after I've been with someone else, I feel the guilt..”
“Why?”
“Because I love you too, Clint.” you finally turned to him. “I always did, but I'm such a fucking mess. I'm so scared to ruin the last good thing in my life, like I ruin everyone else.”
He hurried over to you, his hand reaching around to cup the back of your head, then he pulled you into a kiss. He didn't deepen it, didn't do anything but press his lips to yours. He was there, but not forcing more. His kiss, was exactly like him.
He broke it, his forehead resting on yours. “Take all the time you need. I'll be here waiting-”
“Don't.” you shook your head, tearing up again. “Don't wait for me. I don’t think I'll ever not be broken, Clint. You could have anyone-”
“I don't care.” he stared into your eyes. “I don't, and I'm not going anywhere. I bought this for you. I'm bringing the work, everything here for you. You think you're too broken for me, but I always felt you were too good for me. I needed something to offer you, a life, a future… I left to better myself for you. I'll gladly wait.”
You wrapped your arms around him and held on tight, your cheek pressed to his chest. “I am sorry, Clint.” you closed your eyes. “I'll probably be sorry a million more times for hurting you..”
“As long as you love me, I’ll take it.” He smiled, kissing the top of your head.
You took a moment, then pulled away and sniffled wiping off your cheeks and nose on the sleeve of the sweater. “So, where you building this place exactly?”
He chuckled softly. “I was thinking, clear this space out, all the way to back by that red flag.” He pointed to a little red flag in the ground that was just taller than the grass. “Main building right here, Parking there, though I’m not sure I want to pave it…”
“Then don’t. Let them walk in mud. That’s what boots are for.”
He laughed and nodded. “Yeah, that’s what boots are for.”
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