Summary: With the case taking longer than expected, Y/N jumps on the opportunity to blow off some steam with a flirtatious Irish gentleman and perhaps will have the chance to make a couple extra bucks while at it. But the case and seemingly simple poker game turns more complicated when the Winchesters come across a familiar face. (Patrick appeared in Supernatural Ep. 5 x 7)
Warnings: Language
@misguidedconqueress Thanks so much for helping me review and edit!! Especially with this one since it is not my typical style.
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Witches, you were sure of it; they are what brought you and the Winchesters to the town three days ago. But you were nowhere close. The case should have your full attention but you had become delayed by the sly Irish man sitting across the high top from you. His dark brown eyes were warm and inviting yet glinted with a shimmer of mystery and danger. You wanted nothing more than to run your hands through his flowing curls. And his voice, well his voice warmed your soul the way the Irish Whiskey you were both nursing burned on its way down.
Dean and Sam were both long gone by now. Dean with some chick… as always. But lying to yourself had become easier than entertaining the disappointment. And this man, was a very welcomed distraction.
“So Patrick, you from around here?” You asked, wondering if this handsome distraction could possibly give you leads.
“No, just passing through actually.” He twisted a toothpick in his mouth.
“Oh, what for?” You questioned taking another sip of whiskey.
He smirked still impressed you could handle it. “Poker. A tournament in fact. It's really just a hobby but it makes a few extra bucks. You play?” He asked.
You chuckled. “Ah no. Tried to pick it up but, uh, I was sick of people wiping the floor with me, so I gave it up.”
“That’s too bad. I could give you a few tips, I’ve heard I’m a very good teacher.” He set his toothpick down and reached for a deck of cards in his coat pocket.
“I’m afraid a teacher is only as good as their student and I… I just can’t bluff.” You blushed.
He started shuffling the deck. “We’ll only go one round.”
“Okay,” You agreed flipping through your coin purse. “Well, if you are interested in lint, hotel keys, or gas station receipts… I’m your girl.”
After he dealt the cards and he took a sip of his whiskey.“Your hotel key doesn’t sound too bad.” He smirked and slipped the toothpick back between his lips.
“Oh my god!” You hid your face in your hands. “That’s not what I meant!” You giggled.
“I know Y/N, I’m simply giving you a hard time.” He lightly chuckled. “I’ll give ya the first lesson for free.” He winked.
You squirmed in your seat, imaging this is what it must feel like to have Dean’s attention. “How kind of you.” You finished the glass and singled to the bar for another.
Patrick analyzed your move, trying to read more than just your poker abilities. “Texas hold‘em. You know how the game?”
“The mechanics. Yes.” You looked at your cards and winced.
He laughed and took back all the cards redealing. “You actually need to try and bluff.”
“Okay, okay.. I’ll try.” You looked at your cards again and wiped your hand over your face, looking Patrick dead in the eyes. But you couldn’t hold the serious gaze and started to giggle.
“Yeah. You’re terrible.” He chuckled back.
‘“No, no. I’m going to try.” You diverted your gaze. “So..” You found a napkin and started writing down. “I will bet you my number.” You folded the napkin in half and set in the middle.
“I’ll call.” He wrote down his number as well, set it in the middle, and dealt the flop.
You had nothing, but you were trying your best to bluff. “I’ll bet you another round of whiskey.” You purposed.
“I’ll call, and raise you a date tomorrow night.” He offered.
“I’ll call.” Your toes curled. He turned and you’ve never seen a hand this bad.
“Umm…” You didn’t know what else to throw in. “Drinks after dinner?”
“And I’ll raise you my hotel key.” He twisted the toothpick.
You sighed. “... I gotta fold.” You saw his lip twitch in disappointment. “Listen, you are super attractive.” You silently cursed at yourself for being so blunt. Maybe the whiskey was getting to you. “But I’m not the kind of girl just to have a one night stand when I meet someone on the first night.” You anxiously stated.
“Well, technically it would be the second night, after the date and all…” He grinned.
You laughed back. “Okay, if I didn’t just ruin everything. Let see how tomorrow night goes… and maybe we can play another game.”
“I’m in.” He agreed.
After a few more drinks, you called it a night and walked yourself back to the hotel. The next morning, you woke up to pounding on the door and in your head. You stumbled over to the door, rubbing your eyes. Both boys stood outside your doorway, in their tailored and freshly pressed suits. They both furrowed their brows at you.
“Late night? That’s not like you.” Dean chided as he waltzed in.
“Shut up.” You left the door open so Sam could come in too.
“Y/N, it’s 11:15.” Sam stated.
You laid back down on the bed and put a pillow over your head.
“And you have the babies and brunch group in 30.” He continued.
“Babies and what?” You sat back up.
Sam rolled his eyes, exasperated. “I sent you details last night.”
“Essentially, all the desperate housewives from the suburb get together and gossip while they actively ignore munchkins whining and running around.” Dean explained condescendingly.
“Okay. Big flaw in your plan… no kid.” You pointed out.
“Congratulations, you’re expecting.” Dean snarked. “New to the neighborhood and looking for connections and advice.”
“Ugh.” You complained and shut the bathroom door to get ready.
Sam and Dean dropped you off at a way too trendy spot, for babies and brunch. You had in mind a McDonald’s with one of those playplaces. But no, in this place everything was robin's egg blue or fairy dust moss color, and of course a ton of bird decor.
A woman perked up, smiling at you upon your entrance. You swore you could practically smell the chemicals radiating from her unnaturally white teeth.You bit your lip to avoid smiling as she crooned. “Ruthie darling, come join us.” ‘
Ruth was the identity Dean had come up with for you. You plastered on a fake smile and went up an octave more than you are used too. “Veronica? I’m so sorry to intrude but I am new to town and stumbled upon your blog…”
“Darling, darling.” She waved you over to the table. “You don’t need to apologize for anything.” You sat down in the free chair, putting your purse in your lap. “We are delighted to have you.” She greeted for the table around you. “I’d offer you a mimosa, but we want to keep that precious bundle of joy safe and sound.” The group laughed.
You politely chuckled and put your hand to your abdomen. “Yup, we are staying dry for another seven months.”
Veronica placed her hand on your shoulder. “It’s all worth it, Ruthie dear.”
The rest of the wives continued business as usual, gossiping about anyone and anything, complaining about their husbands, and willfully ignoring their children’s screams and overwhelming amount of bodily fluids. You tried to stay focused though on the pack leader. She would have the most information if there was a witch in the group.
“So, Veronica, which one of these little rascals is yours?” You looked around, eyes following the two boys running around the table playing tag.
“Oh sadly none, my children have all grown and moved away with no prospects of grandchildren.” She conveyed with sorrow.
“But you’re so young?” You blurted out in shock before you could catch yourself.
She chuckled. “Oh you’re too kind my dear. No, it’s true. That’s why I’ve started this group. So I can be a support to young mothers and get the joy from the children.”
At that moment, one of the boys playing tag tripped over his shoelace and collided with the ground. You looked to his mother who was already on her third mimosa and waved him off as he started to wail.
“There, there Sebastian.” Veronica called and snapped her fingers. He instantly stopped crying.
“... You’re so good with them…” You spoke, but the look on Sebastian’s face indicated he was more mortified than calm.
“It comes naturally dear, don’t you worry, it will come to you too.” Her phone buzzed and she jumped in her seat. “Oop, I’m running late for the salon. But we simply must continue our conversation. How does tomorrow for afternoon tea sound?”
“That would be so lovely.” You bordered on the edge of mocking her fake pleasantry.
“Wonderful, I’ll text you the details.” She stood up and blew a kiss to the rest of the group before waving. “Bye darlings.”
As soon as she left, Sebastian began crying again, raising your growing suspicion. His mother finally took notice and went to collect him.
The lady next to you bumped in. “Hey, don’t get too close, she can be a little overbearing.”
“A little overbearing?” The woman argued from across the table. “She’s worse than my mother-in-law.”
“I’m sorry… I guess I’m confused…” You stated.
Sebastian's mother who was now packing up, piped in. “Sweetheart, she pays for the drinks so we come.”
That’s a little rude, you thought to yourself. Maybe your gut feeling was wrong.
“All I’m saying is, the doting on is fun for a while but pretty soon you’ll start to remind her of her daughter and she’ll send you to her estate in New Hampshire like the rest because.” The woman cleared her throat and gave her best impression. “‘They simply have far superior doctors in that region. I can’t have you giving birth in this primitive landscape.’” A few of the other women chuckled.
“I’m sorry, the rest?” You asked… then again your gut never steered you wrong before.
“Yes… a few months ago… what was her name..” The lady tried to recall.
“Casey!” One popped in. “And before that, the poor gal who was still in high school.”
You forced a lump from growing in your throat. The missing high school girl was what brought you out in the first place. “But never any of you?” You clarified.
“No she doesn’t want to pull us away from our families already here. I guess she just wants to make sure the ones who are alone feel cared for. It’s really not all that bad.” One lady passively argued.
“Okay, well thanks for the info, ladies… I’m going to get going though.” At this point you felt you had a solid case built up against her. It would be better to focus your energy on her rather than trying to suffer through another hour of gossip.
You set out down the street towards the downtown district, dialing Dean’s cell. “Hey. Suspect numero uno is going to send you details about a tea party tomorrow.”
“Why me?” Dean asked.
“Because you’re the one who set up this brunch thing in the first place, idiot…. I don’t want to raise suspicion by giving out a different number.” You explained. “Just forward it to me when she does, I’m headed to city hall to dig up any records I can.”
“We’ll meet ‘cha there.” Dean ended hanging up the phone.
After pouring through city taxes, housing records, and whatever else you could get your hands on, you were able to establish Veronica moved here twenty years ago with her husband Edward Marshe. Unfortunately, there was no mention of the kids she had spoken about. You discussed the babies and brunch meeting with the boys and they agreed that it was still worth investigating further. Perhaps tea would lead to some further details. Sam was planning to research more into this New Hampshire estate and the oversea investments that counted for most of their income.
You picked up your phone and gasped at the time, evening already setting in. “Shit guys, I gotta run.”
Sam and Dean shared a shocked look. “What for?” Sam asked.
“Card game.” You smirked.
“And you didn’t invite me?” Dean asked pretending to be offended.
“You’re a distraction.” You reminded.
“Because of my dashing good looks?” He teased.
“Oh of course.” You snorted. “Your fiery eyes, hard pecs, and boyish charm just makes me oh so weak in the knees I forget the difference between clovers and spades.” You teased even if there was a hint of truth to it.
“Shut up.” Dean waved you off. “Win it big time for us kid.”
“Drinks on me tomorrow night, boys.” You laughed before walking out with confidence. You had this Irish man right where you wanted him.
