Warnings : This is Lyle, so probably language and constant flirting.
Prompt : Hot Cocoa Kisses
Part 20 in The Month of December.
Your eyes were focused on the mail in your hands when you walked in your front door. You kicked the door shut behind you as you flipped from one envelope to the next, and stepped in, freezing when you felt something under your boot. With a furrowed brow, you looked down and pulled your foot back before bending down to pick up the small item.
“Chocolate?” looking around the rest of your floor, you found more. A trail of them, in fact, leading further into your home. Picking up the next three, you held them in your hand.
They were Hershey’s Kisses. Hot Cocoa Kisses, to be exact. But how did they get there? They hadn't been there when you left the house about an hour ago.
Now following the trail, you made your way towards your kitchen. You gave a little start finding someone leaning over your counter, hand going to your chest as your surprise turned to annoyance. “Jesus Christ, Lyle.” you scolded, and he turned to you with an amused smile. “You almost gave me a fucking heart attack. How did you get in here?”
“Your door was unlocked.”
You furrowed your brows. “No it wasn't. I just unlocked it to get in.”
“You sure about that?”
You thought for a minute. You could remember locking the door, and unlocking it when you came home, but it had been your second errand of the day. Maybe you were remembering the first time. It was possible, right? How else would he have gotten in. “I'm pretty sure..” you mumbled more to yourself.
“And I'm pretty sure I knocked and tried the knob like I always do, and it opened.”
“So you lurked around my house like a creep?” You teased. You didn't mind too much that he was there, to be honest.
“Didn't think you'd be gone that long.”
“What's with that, anyways?” you motioned behind you with your thumb. “The chocolate trail on the floor.”
“It lead you to me.” He grinned. “And these.” He turned back to the counter, picked up two large steaming mugs and turned back to you, smiling at the surprise on your face. “I told you I make a mean hot chocolate.” He winked and handed one over.
“Doesn't explain the Hershey's kisses in my hall.” You took a cautious sip.
“Wishful thinking.”
“Mm.” You hummed at the taste. It was damn good. Best you'd ever had, in fact, but you weren't about to inflate his ego further. “How's that?”
“Hot Cocoa Kisses.” His hand reached forward, his thumb collecting the whipped cream off your upper lip. “Get it?” You could do little more than nod.
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Warnings : Lyle is his own warning lol. Let’s just say that gif accurately sums up this chapter. Garth is mush.
Part 35 in Deadly Secrets.
“Hey, sweetheart. You look good.”
“Dean?” you looked from him, to Sam, to Garth.
“Hey sis.” Garth smiled. “You don't mind, do you?”
“Uh, no. Not at all.” You smiled politely. “Luckily for you I made plenty.”
“Been a while since we had a home cooked meal that I didn’t have to cook.” Dean smiled. “What’s for eats?”
“Dean.” Sam shook his head.
“A roast.” You stepped aside. “Please, come in.”
“Smells delicious.” Sam gave you a smile as he stepped in behind Garth and his brother, and you gently closed the door behind him.
“Thanks.” You moved past them and lead them into the house. You stepped into the kitchen where Clint was checking on the roasted vegetables that were in the oven. You stepped up behind him, and placed your hand on his back as he closed the oven and stood. “Guests are here, a few more than expected. Is that okay?”
Clint turned and saw Sam and Dean standing with Garth. “It’s fine.” He gave you a smile.
“Do you need help with anything?” Sam offered.
“No, but thank you.” You turned, giving him a polite smile. “I just need to make the gravy, everything else is keeping warm. Once Lyle gets here, we can eat.”
“Right, Lyle.” Dean nodded and glanced around.
“Yes. Lyle. Any issues you have with him-”
Dean held up his hands. “I’ll be charming and polite. Scouts honor.”
“You were never a scout, Dean.” Sam sighed with a shake of his head.
“Can I get you guys anything to drink?” you offered, before the brothers could get to arguing, which you knew they were likely about to, given the look Dean shot Sam. “There’s water, juice, beer I think?” You glanced to Clint who nodded. “Lyle’s bringing wine.”
“Beer’s fine.” Dean smiled.
“I’m good for now, thank you.” Sam smiled.
When you looked to Garth, you knew his answer. “You’re not having beer, Garth. And I’m limiting your wine intake to half a glass with dinner.”
“Balls!” He turned with a huff and left for the living room.
You chuckled softly. “Go and sit, guys. I’ll bring your beer, Dean.” He gave you a nod, and both brothers left the room to join Garth. “You sure you’re okay with this?” You looked up at Clint. “I really didn’t think-”
“It’s okay, Doll.” He cupped your cheek and kissed you gently. “I can play nice for a night.”
“And it has nothing to do with the fact that you can now taunt back if he brings up that I had sex with him?”
“Never even crossed my mind.” He lied with a grin.
Clint was sitting with the guys in the living room, mostly chatting with Garth, but you could hear how awkward it was from the kitchen where you were turning the roast drippings into gravy. You were mixing the cornstarch into the pot when the bell rang. You were about to step away when Clint called out that he’d get it.
“Hey, Lyle.” Clint smiled, then dropped his voice to a whisper. “We’ve got extra company.”
“Oh?” Lyle stepped in and looked into the living room. “Hello, Winchesters.” He gave them a smile. “If I’d have known you two were coming I’d have dressed a little nicer.” He wiggled his eyebrows. Dean rolled his eyes with a scoff and raised his bottle to his lips, Lyle just chuckled. “One day, you’ll admit that the idea intrigues you.”
“Eat me.” Dean grumbled.
“Part of the plan, handsome.”
“Lyle!” He turned his attention to you as you made your way down the hall and he froze, his eyes raking over you. “What? What is it?” You looked down, wondering if you got something on your dress.
“I just-” He swallowed and smiled softly. “I’ve never seen you in a dress. You look beautiful.” Dean kicked his brothers foot and motioned over, neither missed the look on Lyle’s face as he looked at you.
Blushing, you looked down. “Thank you.”
“Uh- here.” Lyle cleared his throat and held out a black reusable wine bag that held two bottles. “As promised.” He smiled.
“Thanks.” You took the bag and started away.
Clint clapped Lyle on the back. “Dinner’s ready whenever everyone's ready to eat.”
“I could eat.” Lyle smiled.
“Yeah.” Dean stood. “I bet you could.” Lyle turned and met Dean’s eyes, and Dean just gave Lyle a knowing smirk. “It’s a delicious meal.”
“Jesus christ, Dean.” Sam moved past his brother and up the hall. “Here, let me help you set up.”
“No, you don’t-”
“I insist, please. Least I can do.”
Sam started moving the food to the center of the table, and you looked up the hall and smiled at Clint. “Yeah okay.”
“What are we celebrating again?” Dean asked as he scooped some roasted potatoes and carrots onto his plate and settled in to eat.
“Clint bought the land we’re going to build on.” Lyle answered as he poured you a glass of wine.
“Thank you, Lyle.” He gave you a wink then poured one for himself.
Clint poured himself a glass from the other bottle, then poured half a glass for Garth, who pouted at him, before handing the bottle over to Sam. “That’s not all we’re celebrating.”
Everyone looked up. “Oh?” Sam poured for himself then put the bottle in the center, since Dean was still working on his beer.
“What’s going on?” Garth asked, looking around the table.
“I’m dating your sister.” Clint smiled. Garth looked to you and you nodded.
Dean’s eyes shot right to Lyle, watching for a reaction, but there wasn’t too much of one. Lyle already knew. Then his eyes went to you. “No shit?” You met his gaze for a moment before quickly looking away again. “Congratulations.”
“It’s about damn time.” Garth grinned, getting up and leaning over the corner of the table to hug Clint. When Garth sat back down, he lifted his glass to his lips, and you stopped him.
“If you drink that all, Garth, you are not getting more.”
“But we’re celebrating!” He pouted and looked to Clint.
Clint just shook his head. “I’m not risking it.”
“Not when you’re the last one to arrive and finally getting in, huh?” Dean muttered and you shot him a glare.
“Dean.” Sam growled, and nudged his brother. Dean just focused on eating and Sam sighed. “Sorry about that.” You gave Sam a nod, and returned your attention to your food.
“Speaking of the land for the company..” Lyle decided to change the topic. He reached into the inner breast pocket of the jacket he had draped over the back of his chair, and reached past you to hand Clint an envelope. “Here.”
“What’s this?”
“Everything we need to get started on clearing and building.”
Clint wiped his hands on a napkin before opening the envelope and looked inside. His brow furrowed and he pulled out a check. “Whats this?”
“Reward money.” Everyone looked to Lyle. “What? You found her. I got one for you too.” He handed a second envelope to Dean for it to be passed down to Garth. “10k, as promised.”
“Lyle-”
“Put it into the company. Or don’t, I don’t care.” Lyle shrugged as Garth opened his envelope and saw a check for $10 000. “It’s yours.”
“Thanks, man.” Clint tucked the check back into the envelope, and folded it so he could shove it in his jeans pocket for now.
“Yeah.” Garth looked up from his. “Thank you.”
Lyle gave Garth a smile, then looked at you when you reached out and took his hand, giving it a squeeze. You smiled at him before pulling your hand away and going back to eating. Lyle picked up the knife and cut into his piece of roast as he smiled happily to himself. “So.” He started, and put the piece of meat in his mouth and chewed. “What’s for desert?”
He glanced up as you chuckled softly. “Clint’s dad asked if I could make pie, and save him a piece. So there’s apple pie that just needs to be heated up.”
“Where is dad?” Lyle asked. “Sister still at the hospital?”
Clint nodded. “Dad is out to dinner with friends, then he’s bringing Laura something to eat and hopefully convincing her to come home and rest.”
“I brought her clothes and breakfast this morning.” You glanced at Garth. “She hadn’t slept. Her friend’s still in critical care.”
“I’ll swing by and check on her after I leave here.” He gave you a reassuring smile.
“Thanks.” Clint gave Garth a nod.
“Hey, you’re a Fitzgerald now.”
“Oh no.” You wagged a finger at Garth. “Sorry big brother, but I’m ditching you and joining the Davidsons.”
“Think your dad would adopt me?”
Clint laughed. “You’re a bit old for that, Garth.”
“Fine. Guess I’ll just marry your sister.” Clint burst out laughing even harder. “What? I’m a catch? Right?” He turned to Sam and Dean.
The pie was in the oven warming, and Sam and Dean were standing outside enjoying the cool night air. “Why do you hate him?” Both brothers turned and saw you standing in the doorway, your arms wrapped around yourself.
“I’ll, uh.” Sam motioned inside, and cleared his throat as he walked past you.
“Who?”
“Clint.”
The door closed behind Sam, and Dean turned. “I don’t.”
“You do. Or you have a very real problem with him, which I don’t understand. You don’t know him.”
“I know enough.”
You walked closer to him, leaning your side on the banister he had his elbows on. “Do you?”
Dean just stood there for a minute. “Yeah. You can do better.”
“Better than him?” You scoffed. “And who’s that, you?”
“No.” Dean shook his head and looked down “Fuck, no.”
“You don’t know me, Dean. And as far as I know, you barely know him-”
“I know you.” He looked at you. “And all I need to know about him is who he surrounds himself with.”
“You don’t know me, Dean. You’ve just fucked me.” Dean looked away again. “If that’s a dig at Lyle, it’s bullshit. Clint also surrounds himself with my brother. With me. People you associate with too.”
“I just really fucking hate-” He stopped himself. He hated witches, he hated demons.
“You hate what, Dean? What did Clint ever do to you that you come into his house and disrespect him, again? And me. It’s disrespectful to me, too. Did you fall in love with me or-”
“No.”
“Then help me understand what the hell is happening?” He didn’t answer, so you reached out and made him look at you. “Help me, Dean, or I’ll be left assuming the worst of you.”
“I just want you happy and safe.”
“I am happy and safe.” You smiled at him. “More so than I’ve felt in a long time.”
“Not as safe as you think. Lyle-”
“Has a crush on me?” You chuckled when his eyes met yours again. “That’s no secret, Dean. He’s asked me out plenty of times. He’s never hidden it.” You let go of him and he turned away. “Why does that make me unsafe?”
“Just be careful around him, okay?” He looked at you again. “It’s more than a crush, Y/N. Be careful.”
“Here.” Garth held out his envelope to Clint. “Take it.”
“What? No I-”
“You love my sister, right?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“Take it. Use it for the mortgage and debts, or to buy out my dad, or… If it’s that serious, use it for a wedding, or honeymoon, I don’t care. Just give her the life she deserves.”
“I was planning on doing that anyways, Garth. All I ever wanted was to give her everything she deserves.”
“Well, here’s another 10k to do it with. I don’t need it. But she does. She might not always believe it, but she’s the most important thing in the world to me.” Garth looked down. “She’s too good for this life. I wish I could do more for her, maybe this can help somehow.”
“Yeah, okay.” Clint took the envelope and looked down at it. “I’ll save it for a wedding.” He looked up at Garth. “I won’t tell her, not until it’s time. She’ll expect to have to pay for it herself. Hell, if I know her, insist on it. Something about the bride’s family pays for the wedding, it’s tradition, but given your dad, she won’t expect any help. That’s when I’ll tell her. It’ll mean the world to her.”
Garth smiled and nodded. “Yeah. She’ll call and give me shit, but she’ll be crying while she yells at me.” He laughed.
“You might not be around much, Garth, but you’re a damn good big brother.”
“Thanks, man.”
“Hey.” You turned and Lyle had the door opened and was leaning out. “Timer went off, pie’s ready.”
“Thanks, Lyle.”
Dean pushed off the banister, his hand touching your shoulder for a moment before he walked away, not even glancing at Lyle as he moved around him and went inside.
“Is everything okay?” Lyle stepped out, and when he saw you shiver, he took off his coat he had been wearing and put it around your shoulders. “Hey.” He made you look up at him. “What happened?”
“Can I ask you something, and get an honest answer?”
“Sure.”
“How do you really feel about me?”
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Warnings : Lyle is his own warning lol. Injury, hospital setting.
Part 31 in Deadly Secrets.
By the time you got out from behind the bar, Laura was out the door, the girls father quickly passing her. “Carl, help with the bar.” you told him as you ran for the door.
“Y/N!” Jack called out.
“I'll call you!” you told him, shoving the door open. “I need to be there for Laura!” And with that, you were gone and Lyle was hot on your tail.
Jack sighed as the door shut behind you both. “So.. what were you two doing in the back room?” Carl wiggled his eyebrows.
“Fuck off, Carl.” Jack grumbled.
“Oh shit, you got rejected!” Jack shot him with a glare that could kill. “Guess her and Clint are getting serious. Or is it the blonde? They were looking pretty close before..”
“Get out of my bar.”
“Not yours yet.” Carl teased. “Boss lady says I help, so I help.”
“I'm her boss, and your not fucking helping right now.”
Pouring a shot of whiskey, Carl placed it in front of Jack. “I'm helping more than you give me credit for, buddy. Drink.”
You stepped outside and looked around, Laura already off in the distance, and you turned hearing a siren as the deputies car shot past. “The hospital..” You mumbled as your eyes followed it. “They’re going to the hospital. If we run fast, we can-”
“Get in.” You turned confused, and Lyle motioned towards a car. You gave him a weird look, but he chuckled. “It’s mine. Get in. We’ll drive.”
You hopped in, and shut the door behind you. Lyle moved around to the other side and pulled open the door. “You drove to the bar?” You asked, as he sat down and pulled the door shut and reached into his pocket.
“So?”
“Lyle, you live up the street. I can see your building from here.”
“So?” He gave you a pout. “Look how nice my car is. Why have a car if I’m not going to drive it?”
You glanced around the vehicle, and it looked to be in immaculate condition, for an older car. “You drive a firebird?” He smiled at you. “Not what I expected…”
“You better not be harping on my car.” He scowled.
“Lyle?”
“Yeah?”
“Just drive to the damn hospital. We can discuss what I expected later.”
He rolled his eyes as he put his key in the ignition and started it up. “Okay, but.. It’s nice, right?” He glanced over as the engine roared to life. “And it’s not my only car.” He winked as he hit the gas and peeled out of the parking space. “Oh yeah, almost forgot. Seat belt. I drive like a bat outta hell.” He grinned and did a u-turn that had you glued to the door next to you while he laughed.
When you finally stepped out of his car at the hospital door, you were cursing him. “I wanted to visit the hospital, not get admitted to it!” You slammed the passenger door shut, and he just laughed as he went to find parking. “Asshole.” You mumbled, a smile playing on your lips. Suddenly, a man blurred past you, and a moment later so did Laura.
You hurried in after them, following to the Emergency room front desk. You heard him mumble “She’s with me.” as Laura and the man hurried off, but when you tried to follow, you were stopped at the door.
“Sorry, Family only.” The nurse gave you a sympathetic smile.
You watched as Laura disappeared down a hallway and sighed. “She alive and well?” Lyle asked as he stepped up to you and put an arm around your shoulder.
“I dunno. They won’t let me in. I hope so, though.”
Lyle nodded and looked through the little window on the door that was in front of him. “Maybe Clint knows.”
“What?” You looked up at him, then followed his line of sight as he pushed the door open. “Clint!?”
He turned, and so did the doctor he was talking to in the hall. “Sorry, Ma’am but it’s f-”
“I’m his girlfriend.” You blurted out without a second thought. The doctor looked to Clint who nodded. You grabbed Lyle by the shirt as you moved forward. “He’s with us.” You said, before the doctor could protest. You cupped Clint’s face in your hands and looked him over. “What happened to you?”
He chuckled softly, and shrugged, but winced. “Tripped on a root, like an idiot.”
You furrowed your brow at that. That didn’t sound like Clint at all. He practically grew up in the woods around that creek, and he was always careful. “And what? Fell off a cliff?”
“Yeah, actually.” He laughed, and your eyes shot up to his again. “It’s not that bad. Just a banged up shoulder, twisted ankle. Some cuts and bruises. I won’t be driving you around on my bike for a bit, but otherwise, I’m fine, Doll. I promise.”
“Find her?” Lyle asked.
“Yeah. She’s alive. Unconscious, and not doing so good, but alive.”
“Where’s my brother, Laura said he was with you?”
“That’s what I’m wondering.” The deputy came walking over and the doctor gave him a nod before walking away.
“He was talking to the feds while I got checked out. They asked him to take them to where we found her, since they don’t know the area.”
“Where’d you find her?”
“Followed the creek for a bit, hit the next town, asked around there, no one saw anything, so when we walked back, we moved through the woods. Maybe, a mile from the next town, there’s an old hunting cabin. I remember finding it when I was younger, so I checked it out. Small cliff nearby, she was at the bottom of it. I think she might have fell off trying to get to help.”
“Jesus…” You breathed out.
“I saw her, and rushed towards the edge while I called for Garth, didn’t look where I was going, and tripped on a root. Hit a few rocks and things on the way down.”
“Stick around, Sheriff might have some more questions for you. I’m gonna grab a few guys, see if I can find this hunting cabin. You didn’t find anyone else out there?”
“No sir.” Clint shook his head. “Just her.” He gave Clint a pat on the shoulder and gave Lyle a nod before he headed off down the long hallway to where you figured the sheriff was checking on Bradley.
“You sure you’re okay?” You looked up at him, worried.
He chuckled. “I’m fine.”
Lyle put a hand on your shoulder, and you looked up at him. “You should call Jack.” You furrowed your brow. “You said you’d update him. Let him know they found her alive, so he can let everyone know.”
“Right.” You nodded, and looked to Clint again.
“I promise, I’m good.” You gave him a smile and headed back out into the waiting room and out the door. It wasn’t until you were outside that Clint’s smile fell, and he sighed.
“You didn’t just fall, did you?” Lyle asked him.
“No.”
“Rugaru?”
“Yeah.” Clint nodded. “Soon as she was checked in, and the doctor was looking me over, Garth took off to find the Winchesters to hunt him down. He mentioned you told Sam you might know who it is?”
“You didn’t see who it was?” Clint shook his head, and turned, motioning with his head. Lyle lift up the back of Clint’s shirt. “Shit..” he mumbled, taking in the scratches across Clint’s back.
“He hit me from behind. Never saw ‘im. Doc said it looked like I fell off a cliff and hit every jagged rock or tree branch on the way down, and since there is a cliff there, and I did have to get down it to get to her, I said that’s what happened.” Lyle let Clint’s shirt fall back down and Clint turned back. “Who is it?”
“Could be John Robinson. He has a mistress who told him something that upset him. Likely an unwanted pregnancy. Could have triggered the change.” Lyle shrugged.
Clint nodded. “Make sense.. He’s older than me, but when I think of it, never knew him to have a dad.. Just a mom who was a little out of it sometimes.” Clint thought for a minute.
“I’ll see what I can find. Take it easy, kid.” And just like that, Lyle was gone. Clint sighed, and left the area, heading out for the waiting room so he could sit down.
Jack was leaning his ass on the back counter of the bar when his phone rang. He had been calling people back ever since you ran out, and Carl was serving up drinks as people came in to wait. “Hello?”
“Hey, Jack.”
He felt a twinge in his heart at the sound of your voice, but he did his best to ignore it. “So what’s going on? They really find her?”
“Yeah. Yeah, Clint and my brother found her, somewhere near the creek, way out of town.”
“She alive?” Everyone went silent as they waited.
“I haven’t seen her, they won’t let me in, but Clint said she was alive when he found her. Unconscious, and not looking so good, but alive.”
Jack smiled at that, and one of the guys at the bar turned to everyone else. “She's alive!” The bar erupted in cheers of a job well done, everyone clapping each other on the back and they all finally relaxed.
Carl looked to Jack. “Yeah, Carl. She’s not doing so well, but she’s alive.”
Carl grinned. “Round on me!” His arms went up, and everyone cheered again.
“He does realized you and Lyle have been paying for the drinks, right?” You chuckled softly.
“And now he’s paying for them. And if he keeps up his shit, he’s paying for a few more.” Jack shook his head and looked down. “Ca-”
You cut him off, without realizing. “I need a favor.”
“What is it?” Jack kicked out a foot, nudging a napkin that had fallen on the floor.
“Clint says he’s fine, but he also said he fell off a cliff.” Jacks eyebrows furrowed at that, and he waited. “I left my purse and everything at the bar. I’m not sure when I’ll be able to get back, but I-”
“You want the rest of the day off to take care of him.”
“Yeah.”
Jack nodded to himself. “Yeah, no it’s fine. I mean, I don’t have to worry about money today, right. It’s all coming out of Lyle’s pocket. So I’ll just bill him for your full days work, not like he’d care. I know you need it.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I do. Because if I know you, you’ll take tomorrow off too.”
“Jack.”
He stood up straight, and turned to grab a bottle off the shelf. “Don’t deny it. You’ll dote on him, like you did when I came back from that ski trip with my brother and had a broken foot.” He sighed. “Or when I got the flu. And then you got it because you wouldn’t leave me alone. Or-”
“I get it, Jack. And you might be right.”
“I’ll leave your purse in my desk. If you can’t swing by later, I’ll get Carl to drop it off.” He felt bad for being standoffish, but the last thing he wanted was to see you and Clint together more than he had to. “You told him to help, and all he’s been doing is getting on my nerves, so I’ll be more than happy to send him out for a bit.”
Clint watched you hang up and sigh before you started for the doors that lead back inside to the emergency waiting room. He smiled when you spotted him sitting near a wall, not too far from the doors that he had come out of. He saw you glance around, likely looked for Lyle, so he quickly changed the subject before it could start. “So, you’re my girlfriend now?” He chuckled at how red your face got and you bit your bottom lip.
“I just-”
“Do you want that?”
“I- well, yeah. But I-”
“Then I’m all yours.” he smiled.
“So we’re..?” He nodded. “And I guess I’m staying at your place again tonight?”
“I sure hope so.” He pat the chair next to him. “Sit.” You blushed again as you sat down next to him, his good arm went around your shoulders and pulled you close. “So, what did Jack say?”
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Warnings : Lyle being Lyle. Jack confesses something.
Part 30 in Deadly Secrets.
Laura had joined you in the bar not long after your talk with Lyle. She was still visibly upset, but holding it together. “Clint’s out with your brother.” She told you quietly. “He came by looking for you just after you left. Most everyone is looking close by, but.. They said they’d go check down by the creek, the one that runs to the next town?”
“Planning to follow it and see if anyone over there saw her?”
She nodded, looking down. “Yeah.” She breathed out. “And it’s the best place to- to dump-”
“Hey.” You hooked her chin and made her look up at you. “You need to keep up hope, Laura. Her dad stopped in, he’s right over there.” You pointed to a back booth. “If he sees you’ve lost hope, it’s gonna crush him.” You gave her a soft smile, knowing she’d be more likely to hold it together for someone else.
“Yeah.” She sniffled and wiped off her cheeks with a nod. “You’re right. I-I need to stay hopeful, for them.”
“I’ll make you tea.” You gave her a smile. “Do you want store bought, or am I dipping into the box you keep leaving here that is driving Jack nuts.”
She gave you a tiny soft smile. “Box, please. One for Mr Jeffords too.”
“Oh sweetie, he’s been on whiskey since he walked in.”
“He’ll have tea with me.” You gave her a nod, and kissed her cheek before heading behind the bar to the back room.
“You find her?” Laura looked up to the blond man who had made his way over, his voice barely above a whisper so their conversation wouldn’t be overheard. “Sorry, I’m Lyle. Your-”
“My brother’s demon.” She practically snarled the last word, her tone as low as his.
He nodded. “I deserve that.” He cleared his throat. “I told your father to rush home and tell you before you heard it elsewhere, and that if you scried, you’d probably find her. Did you?”
“I did.”
“She still alive?”
Laura nodded. “She was when I saw her. Clint and Garth are heading that way.”
Lyle gave her a small nod. “If there’s anything you need-”
“Do you have my brother’s soul?”
“No.”
“What do you want with her?” Her head tilted towards the back.
He shrugged. “Call it a school boys crush. But I’ve been informed he’s taken by your brother, so I have a date with a lovely waitress I met this morning.” He gave her a smile. “Why? You interested?”
“Not in the least.” She rolled her eyes and looked to you coming out with the teas.
Lyle chuckled softly. “Hey, I’m not so bad.” He pouted.
“Lyle, please tell me you’re not hitting on her.” You shot him a look.
“Was just checking on how she’s doing.” His hands went up in defense and you cocked an eyebrow. “Okay, so I sorta let a little flirt slip. You bruised my confidence with your rejection, sweetheart. This one just shattered what was left.” He teased.
“Good.” You put the tea cups down in front of Laura and gave her a smile as she picked them up and headed to the back booth and her missing friends father. “Lyle-”
“Relax, you’re the only girl for me.” He winked.
“Lyle..” You warned and he chuckled.
“I’m joking.” He smiled. “Everyone is so grim, so sure this girl is dead. She hasn’t been missing that long yet. I’m trying to be the awkwardly timed comedic relief.” He held out his arms. “It’s worked a bit. I had you smiling before.” He reached over and booped you on the nose. “And I had those guys roaring with laughter a few minutes ago. They’re about to head back out, they needed it.”
You sighed and nodded. “Just don’t try and look for a hot date right now, please?”
“Oh haven’t you heard, sweetheart? I already have one.”
“Who?” You furrowed your brow.
“Uh..” He pulled out a slip of paper and you leaned over to see the name and number written on it and started to laugh. “What? No good?”
“So good everyone in town has had her.. Twice.” You laughed and started away.
“Wait, everyone?” He watched you go before it really hit him what you implied. “Everyone!?” He started to follow you. “Like you everyone?” You turned and gave him a wink. “Oh, fuck me.” He groaned. “Hey, you can’t just leave me hanging like that! I need details!” He called out as you went to the back room.
You were laughing when you got to the back, and Jack looked up. “What’s so funny?”
“Messing with Lyle.” You grinned with a chuckle.
“He’s still here?”
You didn’t miss the look on his face when he turned away. “Jack.”
“I didn’t say anything.” He shook his head. “I’m keeping my mouth shut, as requested.”
“This really isn’t the time to start this..”
“I’m not starting anything.” He leaned his ass on the counter as he took a bite of pizza. He had come to the back to get a few minutes of peace to eat. Once he swallowed, he spoke again. “I don’t care.”
“Bullshit.”
“Look, if you wanna fuck your brother’s friends, and string Clint along while you flirt with Daddy Warbucks out there-”
The cross between a chuckle and a scoff that you let out cut him off. “You’re an asshole, Jack.”
He put the slice of pizza back down. “Look, I’m sorry.” You shook your head and started back out, but his hand grabbing your wrist stopped you, and he spun you back to look at him. “I’m sorry.” He sighed. “I didn’t mean that.”
“Yeah, you did.”
He could see how much those words hurt you. “I just-” his hand slid down from your wrist to take your hand in his. “I love you.” He shook his head. “I can’t stop it, I can’t help how pissed off I get every time I see you with someone else.” He laced his fingers in with yours.
“I asked you, Jack. I asked you so many times. I asked you if we could make it work, I asked you if you’d take me back. You said no.”
“I know.” He breathed out. “I regret it. I’m still not sure we could have worked any better than we had, but… I regret not trying.”
“It’s too late, Jack.”
Jack licked his lips. “Are you two-”
“Officially, no. Not yet. But I want to. I do love him, I always did. Just like I’ll always love you.” You brushed a hand over his cheek and he leaned into it. “But you said no, Jack. I tried, I tried for so long to make it work with you.”
“I know.” He leaned in and brushed his lips against yours. “I’m sorry.”
“THEY FOUND HER!” Your head snapped around, and you let go of Jack’s hand and ran out of the back room, Jack following. “THEY FOUND HER! SOMEONE FOUND HER!”
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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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You were running through the woods. You didn’t know what from, you couldn’t see it, but you could hear it. You didn’t know if there was one, or many. But you ran.
It was fast, faster then you, you were sure whatever it was, it was playing with you. Toying, like a cat with a mouse. Having you run one way, then making you change directions. You held your stomach as best you could as you ran. You shouldn’t be running, not like this, not now. It hurt. Tears streamed down your face as you ran, and suddenly you were changing directions again.
You wanted to collapse. You were exhausted, and in pain. Ignoring the warm liquid running down your legs, you kept running as fast as you could. You chanced a glance behind you, and slammed right into a tree. You were done for.
“What the hell?”
You looked up, It wasn’t a tree, it was a damn giant. “You need to run.” You told him, looking back the way you can come, terrified.
“I ain’t running anywhere, sweetheart.” You heard the voice again. You turned realizing it wasn’t the giant. “What the hell are you doing way out here anyways?”
“Camping… well… we were camping. One last camping trip before…”
His green eyes watched you, raising an eyebrow for you to finish.
“Uh… Dean.” He looked at the giant. “I think her water broke… We need to get her out of here. Now.”
“Son of a bitch.” Dean growled. “Get her up and moving, Sammy. I don’t know how a damn woman in labor out ran this thing, but I ain’t waiting to find out.”
“I’m Sam. That’s my brother Dean. Are you okay?” Sam asked as he helped you up.
“I think so… I’m… I’m not due for another 3 weeks. She’s early. Fuck.”
“Hey, it’s okay. We’ll get you out of here. This is what we do. Trust us, alright? Can you trust us?” Something about him had you nod yes. “Come on. Let’s get you moving again.” He put an arm around you, and helped you move as quick as you could while there was quiet around. “How long have you been running?”
You shook your head. “I don’t know. I just knew I couldn’t stop.”
“Were there others? You said ’we’ before.”
You nodded. “There were… Not-” You swallowed. “Not anymore.” You groaned as a contraction hit.
“Shit. We need to move. Quick as you can, sweetheart.” Dean said as he moved past to lead the way.
Every once in a while, you would hear it off in the distance somewhere behind you, and you would whimper. Doing everything you could to ignore the contractions and keep moving. “I know you want to stop, but we need to get you out of here before nightfall. We’re done if we’re stuck out here in the dark. And you don’t want to have this baby out here. Not with this thing hunting you.”
You nodded at him as he half carried you along. “Dean… It sounds like it’s toying with us.” Sam noticed.
“Because it is. I don’t know why…” He turned. “Anything special about you, sweetheart? Other then being a two for one meal?”
“Dean!” Dean just shrugged.
“No. I don’t think so. Normal girl, normal pregnancy, normal boyfriend.. or..” you sighed. “He was.” They looked at you. “He left the tent when he heard the sounds and screams of our friends. He was gone, blood everywhere. I- I just ran.”
As the sun started to set, you came to an empty gravel lot. Empty, except for one car. Sam pulled open the back driver side door as he got to it. “Come on, get in.”
“WOAH! What the hell are you doing there, Sammy?”
“Getting her in the damn car, Dean.”
“No. Uh uh.” He shook his head. “She’s going to get birth… stuff all over the damn place. No.”
“We can’t just leave her here, Dean!”
“Son of a bitch.” He grumbled and headed for the trunk. “At least put a damn blanket down.” He said as he tossed one to Sam.
Sam rolled his eyes and laid out the blanket. “Alright, get in. We’ll get you to a hospital.” You grabbed a hold of his forearm, squeezing as you doubled over and screamed, hit with another contraction, a strong one. “Uh… I’ll sit in the uh… the back with you.” You nodded. When you finally let go, he got you in and shut the door. Quickly he moved to the passenger side and got in next to you.
Dean shook his head “I’m sorry about this, Baby. I’ll make it up to you.” He gave the roof a pat before getting in and starting her up.
Sam shifted you so your back was against his chest. Your hand fisted into his plaid shirt over your shoulder as another contraction hit. “Fuck.” You ground out.
Sam was unsure what to do. So he rubbed your stomach. When he felt it tighten again a bit later, his eyes went wide. “Uh… how long can labor last… Cuz I’m not sure how long this kid is going to wait, Dean.”
“Hours.” You answered through ground teeth. “Sometimes days. Depends.”
“How long you think yours will last?” Dean asked, glancing in the rear view as he sped towards the closest town.
“I don’t fucking know.” You grumbled through the contraction. Taking a deep breath, you relaxed as it finished. “Sorry. Walking helps bring on labor and helps it along. I just ran for god knows how long in the woods.”
“Fuck.” Dean growled.
About an hour later, the car screeched to a stop outside the hospital. Sam got out and moved around to help you out. Dean rooted through a box for something. “Here, Sammy.” He said handing him a card of some kind.
Sam just took it and got you over to one of the waiting wheel chairs by the door. “Lets get you inside.” He gave you a small smile. You smiled over at Dean as he watched Sam wheel you into the hospital.
At the front desk, Sam flashed what looked like a badge, or ID of some kind. He explained that he and his partner got a call about animal attacks, and found you running for your life and in labor in the woods. He had no idea how long you were running and you might be dehydrated. He explained they just tried to get you there as quick as possible. You were holding onto Sam's hand, and refusing to let go. You were scared, and if he left, you’d be alone.
“I need to go.” He said after he knelt down. “I need to deal with what was chasing you. It’s what I do, remember? You need to trust me. You’ll be okay.”
“Be careful. Please. Come back and see us.” You teared up, clinging to his hand.
He nodded. “I promise. Now go have your daughter.”
As he stood up, the nurse moved behind your wheel chair and started to push you towards the maternity ward. Sam’s hand slipped out of yours and he gave you a smile before turning to walk away. A tear ran down your cheek. You barely knew him, hell you didn’t know him at all, but you felt like you would never see him again, and it made you sad. As he walked out the hospital door, you turned back forward, sniffed, and let out a sigh. Baby time.
By the next morning, your daughter was born. And man was she beautiful. She looked so much like her dad. You cried as you nursed her. She’d never know him. As you watched her, you realized you had never agreed on a name. You looked down at that beautiful face, and instantly figured it out. Once she was asleep, and back in her little hospital bed, you started to fill out the paper work. Smiling as you wrote her name.
The next morning there was a knock on your door. Your eyes cracked open, and there he stood. A smile on his face, his brother at his side. “Sam.” You smiled at him. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” You moved to sit up.
“I promised, didn’t I. Besides. We brought something for your little girl. It’s a little worse for wear, but… You’ll like it.”
You raised your eyebrows, and the brothers stepped aside. Your eyes went wide, and you instantly started to cry. “Mike…” You breathed out. “I thought… How?”
He came in and wrapped you up in his arms. “They found me. Got me out. Told me they got you out, too.” He let go and looked down. “Shit. I missed it.” He sighed, but picked her up. “She’s beautiful… Did you name her yet?”
You nodded. “Mike, this is your daughter, Samantha. Sammy for short.” You smiled over at Sam.
“Perfect.” He smiled and kissed you. “It’s perfect.”
Sam smiled, happy to have reunited you. Others had died, but this, this made it worth it to him. He felt a nudge to his side and glanced over at his brother who had a huge grin on his face. He couldn’t help but laugh.
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Tagging : Dean - @evyiione @soythedemonqueen @deanandsamsbitch @akshi8278
Pairing : Clint x Reader, Lyle, Dean, touch of Sam
Word count : 1,453
Warnings : Lyle is his own warning lol. Threats.
Part 36 in Deadly Secrets.
“How do you really feel about me?”
“What?” He looked confused.
“How do you really feel about me, Lyle?”
“I like you. I’ve never hidden that. What’s going on?”
You shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know.” You looked out into the yard with a sigh. “I keep getting warned to be careful around you. And, I know you like me, like you said, you’ve never hidden that. But Dean seems to think it’s more than that.”
“That maybe I’d want to be more than a friend? I did offer you everything you could ever want or need.” He shrugged.
“I don’t know what he meant. He didn’t say, just… told me to be careful.”
“I’d never hurt you. Not intentionally. I need you to know that.”
You nodded. “I know, Lyle. You’re always so sweet to me.” You smiled and looked up at him.
“Because you were so nice to me.” He smiled. “And everyone you meet. I just want you happy.”
“I am happy.” Your smile grew. “My brother is home, at least for tonight. I have Clint, and I have you for a friend. I’m happy.”
“You’ll be less happy if you burn that pie.” He teased.
“Oh shit, yeah.” You laughed and hurried inside. Lyle watched you go and sighed as he looked out over the yard. “Come on!” He turned and saw you poking your head out and waving him in. “I’m not serving dessert without you.”
He smiled and followed you in.
Dean was still dripping a bit after his shower as he pulled on his boxer briefs and listened as the water started up, signaling Sam getting into a shower of his own. “What the fuck are you playing at, Winchester?”
Dean jumped, the elastic waistband snapping against his hip. He turned, and saw Lyle sitting in a plush armchair behind him. An armchair that Dean recognized from Lyle’s house. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Leave her alone.”
“Me leave her alone?” Dean turned, disbelief written all over his face. “You’re the one obsessed with her.”
“Am I? Seems like you’re the one who can’t handle that she’s no longer available. I was happy when they made it official. But you?” Lyle shook his head and tsked. “You acted like a jealous little shit.”
“He’s a fucking witch, and you’re-”
“Sweet, kind, handsome and funny? I know. She likes that about me.” Lyle smiled.
“She wouldn’t if she knew.”
“Knew what?” Lyle laughed. “That I like her, oh she knows. Your little warning didn’t do shit.”
“That you stalk her. Watch her. Obsess over her.”
“I don’t obsess. You do.” Lyle pointed out. “You’re real obsessed about who she’s with. Who she’s fucking. You think she didn’t notice that? How first you rub into Clint’s face that you had her first, and then you get all pissy about them being together. Which one of us looks like the dangerous one, really?”
“I’m not the one hoarding pictures of her next to my underwear. Or did you finally build that into a shrine?”
“No. But I bet you have more than a few in your phone.” Lyle snapped his fingers, and Dean’s phone was in his hands. “Shall we check and see?”
“Give me back my fucking phone.” Dean growled and went for it, just for Lyle to lean back, the chair balancing impossibly on a single back leg.
“You seem like the kinda guy who takes out his phone while he fucks.” Lyle chuckled and swiped his thumb over the screen, instantly unlocking it. “Bet you got some good pictures of your brother fucking her, huh?” Hearing a gun cock, Lyle’s eyes shifted to Dean and his eyes went red.
“Give me my fucking phone.”
“Oh, I hit a nerve. Do you regularly take pictures of your brother fucking people? Or just her?” Lyle held the phone out, and Dean snatched it from his hand. “Admit it.”
“Admit what?” Dean kept the gun on Lyle.
“That if you had the power, you'd do the same thing. That you want her just as bad as the rest of us.”
“Us?”
“I'm honestly waiting for Jack to put two and two together and make a deal for her.” Lyle chuckled. “He is not handling things very well.” Lyle shook his head. “I'll deny the deal, of course. She deserves better.”
“You think that's you?” Dean laughed.
“I'm a step up from you.” Lyle stood, meeting Dean nose to nose. “I don't run off to kill shit. I give people what they want most. I'd give her the fucking world. All you could offer is death and heartache.”
“Get the fuck out.” Dean growled.
“She is a queen to me, Dean. And I am fiercely loyal. I would never hurt her, so stop fucking warning her as if I would. She's not fucking stupid, she'll figure it all out. Last warning. Leave her alone.” with a snap of his fingers, he and his chair were gone.
“I fucking hate that guy.” Dean tossed his phone onto the bed.
“What guy?” Sam asked as he stepped out of the bathroom towel drying his hair.
“Laura passed out.” You told Clint as you stepped into the bedroom. “She hit the bed and was out.”
“She needs the sleep. She say where dad is?”
“He said he'd stay at the hospital for a bit. It's how he got Laura to leave.” Clint nodded. “Do you think tonight went okay?”
When he saw the worry on your face, he reached out. “Come here.” you stepped forward, and he pulled you onto his lap. “It was a good night.”
“Even with Dean and the shit he said?”
Clint smiled. “I don't care how he feels about us.”
You sighed. “I just can't figure out why he has a problem with it.. he says I deserve better. What better is there for me than you?”
“Plenty.” Clint chuckled. “I'm not perfect, Doll. I know I'm not. But as for Dean..” he shrugged. “Maybe he's upset you won't find your way into his bed again. Fuck, that would crush me.” he smiled, and you swatted his shoulder.
“I'm serious.”
“So am I.” he stroked your cheek with his thumb. “Maybe he fell for you. I can't fault him for that if he did. You're sweet, and kind.” he smiled at you. “funny and strong. And beautiful.” You blushed. “Fuck, you're so beautiful.”
“You think that's it?”
“What else could it be?” he lied. You nodded and looked down. “What is it?”
“Can I ask you something, and get an honest answer?”
“Have I ever lied to you? You know what, don't answer that. We've known each other so long I probably have.” he chuckled trying to get you to smile again. “What is it, Doll?”
“Do you know about Lyle’s feelings for me?”
“Yeah. He likes you, everyone knows that. Why?”
You licked your lips. “Dean said it's more than a crush. Warned me to be careful. I'm still trying to figure out what he meant.”
“I wouldn't read too much into it, not with everything else he's said.” He gently pressed his lips to yours.
“Yeah, maybe you’re right.” You mumbled between kisses.
“I know I am.” He pulled you as close as he could. “Now, shall we continue the celebration?”
“Sure.” Clint grinned at that answer. “When your back is healed.”
“Awe, come on.” He whined and flopped back on the bed making you laugh.
You were fast asleep when Clint slipped out of bed, grabbed his phone and headed for the kitchen. He dialed a number he knew by heart now, and put the phone to his ear.
“You know, just because I don’t need sleep, doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy it.” Lyle informed him the second he answered the phone.
“We both know you weren’t sleeping.”
“When you’re right, you’re right. I’m busy working my ass off for you. What do you need?”
“She’s asking questions.” Clint told him, his voice a soft whisper.
“What questions?”
“She’s trying to figure out why Dean hates us. Trying to figure out if Dean’s right about you. He could bring it all crashing down and-”
“Don’t worry about Dean.”
“What do you mean don’t-”
“When I left you guys, he and I had a bit of a chat.” Clint heard a muffled scream in the background. “You should know you can’t outrun me, or my hound.” He chided someone. “We had a deal.”
“Are you sure, Lyle?” Clint tried to ignore the pleads he could hear.
“It’s in my best interest that things stay as they are. I will not let him fuck this up. Now if you don’t mind, I have work to do.”
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