Avenging Angel: Part 42
Summary: You’ve spent the last five years on a dangerous mission to solve the crime that wrongly imprisoned your father. When the Winchesters find you half-frozen on the side of a mountain, they make it their own mission to save your life and make sure you stay alive. But after five years of uncovering horribly dark secrets, you’ve learned not to trust anyone. Especially people who seem like they have good intentions.
Word Count: 1714
Warnings: None
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StonyGurl499: How’s the rich life treating you? ~t9
It had been a while since you’d been able to talk to t9. Ever since moving in with Braxton, finding time alone was hard. Any time you had to yourself, you used to snoop through his family’s life.
You had to find answers about your family somewhere.
You just had to.
LivingForFlyFishing: They use salad forks ~Up6Dn
LivingForFlyFishing: Like, for every meal
LivingForFlyFishing: Then they hire someone to wash the salad forks so they don’t have to do it themselves
LivingForFlyFishing: Because they can afford that shit
StonyGurl499: Wanted: Salad Fork Washer. Duties Include: Washing salad forks only. Not the soup spoons or dessert plates. Just the salad forks.
God, you’d missed joking with t9. It was a relief to have this moment, untouched by the gross manipulation you’d been weaving. Sure, you knew very little about t9, but they were your friend. You weren’t lying to them. They weren’t lying to you. There was no reason for them to lie to you.
LivingForFlyFishing: Shut up
LivingForFlyFishing: Have you found anything on the Cs?
StonyGurl499: I’m sure you’ve found more than I have
StonyGurl499: Dad C just seems like a sleazy businessman. Par for his course though
StonyGurl499: Your beau is pretty normal, as far as rich dudes go
Beau? That was a dated term if you’d ever heard one.
LivingForFlyFishing: Yeah, B seems normal. He’s nice. I hate doing this to him.
StonyGurl499: But you have to. For your dad. Right?
You barely spoke of your dad to t9. Sure, t9 was your friend, but your dad was the topic that you held closest to your heart. Beyond the hacktivist group you and t9 ran for a few months, you barely knew anything about them.
Except that they were rich enough to just wire you ten thousand dollars on a whim, whenever you needed it.
LivingForFlyFishing: Yeah. For my dad. I still feel slimy when I use the credit card B gave me. Feels like I’m committing fraud.
LivingForFlyFishing: When you gave me money, it wasn’t slimy
LivingForFlyFishing: How’d you get so much so fast anyway?
You trusted t9, sure. But that didn’t mean you were wary of them. Why they had decided to help you out was a mystery and you weren’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth… but I suppose you could try to take a peek.
StonyGurl499: Wired it from the Cs bank acct. Trust me. They’ll never notice my hack
LivingForFlyFishing: Haha. V funny. Keep your secrets if you want.
LivingForFlyFishing: but if you find something on the Cs and don’t share, Imma disown you
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“You know, Y/N,” Dean started, purposefully not looking at you.
He had to keep going, right? Like, he couldn’t just stop once he started something. Not now. Not while you were stopped in the middle of nowhere getting gas on your way to kill your mother with your ex-boyfriend.
Besides, you only had a few minutes until Sam came out from the bathroom.
“Yes, Dean?” You prompted. You’d been on the road for hours, and this was the first time the two of you were alone. Obviously, Dean had waited until Sam left.
Dean huffed a deep sigh and rubbed the back of his neck. “You and I… We… well, we haven’t really had it easy. We haven’t always gotten along.”
“This is not news to me, dude.”
“Would you shut up and let me finish?” He whirled around and finally faced you. Exasperation, you’d found, was the easiest way to get Dean to stop procrastinating.
“I would if you would actually get to the point.”
“The point is that I actually think I like you. You’re good for Sam.”
How could words make you feel so warm? And so quickly? Your brain hadn’t even processed the words, but your heart felt warm. “Thanks, Dean. That… that’s really sweet.”
“Yeah, yeah. I just felt like I should say that. Just—just in case. You know, just in case…”
“Shit happens. I get it. I just… I don’t know. You’re the feel emotions in silence kind of person. Didn’t expect you to get all gushy.”
“Shut up,” he rolled his eyes and finished gassing up the car. And things were back to normal.
“No, seriously, while we’re doing this, you wanna, like confess anything else? Like… I don’t really know. But you’re already being all—”
“Fuck, Y/N, I try to be serious one time…”
“I like you too, asshole,” you said, laying a hand on his arm for a second before walking around the car. As soon as you had the barrier of the car between you, you leaned against the frame and looked him straight in the eyes. “I feel like this is it, Dean. By this time next week, everything is going to be done. It’ll be over with. So, I want you to know that even though we never really got along, I like you. And in a weird way, I even respect you.”
“You’re gonna make me say it too, aren’t you?”
“No,” you answered his question quickly. “And I’m not selfish enough to think that the few weeks I’ve spent with Sam will mean anything in the long run, but if something happens to me…”
“I’ll keep an eye on him,” Dean promised, eyes locked on yours. “I’m his big brother. It’s what I’ve always done.”
You managed a stiff smile. “He’s lucky to have you.”
“I could say the same about you.”
You were so done with this conversation. “You ready for this? Whatever comes next?”
“Sweetheart,” Dean replied, leaning against the other side of the car. “One thing I’ve learned is that we’re never ready for what comes next. But we’re gonna give it our all anyway.”
“Give it our all,” you repeated softly. “I guess the last five years of my life have built to this, hasn’t it?”
“One way or another, it’s all gonna end.” Dean let you turn those words over in your head while he finished up gassing up the car before he turned to you again. “You think you can handle it?”
The bell over the door to the gas station rang and you looked up to see Sam walking towards the two of you.
“I don’t know. Dean, I have no idea what I’ll do next. I mean, I started this insane mission to prove that my dad was innocent and… well… he’s d-dead. And I can barely believe everything I’ve learned since. And… I just don’t know.”
He nodded just as Sam reached your side.
“We good to go?” Sam asked, snaking his arm around your waist.
“At this point,” you said softly, keeping your eyes locked on Dean’s, “we don’t have an option, do we?”
“Let’s go.” Dean finished filling up the gas tank while Sam held open the back door of the Impala for you to get into.
The immediate second after Sam closed the door behind you, your phone rang. And you nearly ignored the call, but Braxton’s name lit up the screen and you answered after a deep breath. “Hey Brax. We’re, like, six hours away.”
“Change of plans, Y/N,” he replied. Dean and Sam both got into the car and looked back at you at the same time, immediately keying into the change in tone. As soon as the door were closed, neither spoke, waiting for your cue. And you waited for Braxton to explain. “We have an eye-witness placing your mom back in Virginia. She’s mobilizing her forces now. I’ve started moving my armies that way.”
“Armies,” you muttered under your breath. You hadn’t thought of the upcoming conflict as a battle, but I guess it was time to overcome your denial. “Right. Okay. So Virginia. I, uh, We’re not even close.”
“Tell me where you are and I can send a jet to you.”
You asked Dean where you were, since you’d been paying more attention to poring over your Dad’s research than the road. “Just outside of Grand Junction, Colorado.”
He repeated your location to someone beside him before returning to your conversation. “Drive to the Grand Junction airport. I have a jet in Denver that I’ll send to pick you up there.” There was a loud crash and he hurried to finish up the conversation. “Listen, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you when you’re on the jet, okay? It’ll be at the airport in just over an hour.”
“Okay.” What else do you say in these scenarios? “Be safe, Brax.”
“You too,” he said shortly, obviously distracted by whatever was happening where he was. “Talk to you soon. Love you. Bye.”
“I—yeah. Bye.” Love you? You literally just stabbed him. Like, not figuratively. You had a knife and you plunged it into his arm. “Uh,” you said, catching sight of the boys watching you expectantly. “He’s sending a jet. It’ll be at the Grand Junction airport in about an hour.”
“Airport?” Sam looked between you and Dean and sighed. “You gonna be good with that?”
The reminder at your HELLicopter ride made you want to reflexively punch him for subjecting you to the memory, but you managed to refrain. “Yeah. I’m good on planes. You can, you know, close the window and pretend you’re not in the air. Helicopters are just torture devices.”
Sam nodded slowly, clearly not fully convinced.
Then you caught sight of Dean shifting in the front seat and avoiding all eye contact.
“Dean?” You asked. His eyes flashed to yours briefly before he started fumbling with the keys, turning the car on. “Holy shit. You’re scared of flying.”
“Shut up.”
You couldn’t exactly tease him for his fear, since yours was so similar, so you just sat back.
Sam, however, had no such qualms. “Just my luck. I’ve gotta fly across the country with two people scared of flying. Got my brother scared of planes, my girlfriend scared of helicopters, and here I am. Scared of nothing.”
He smirked at the both of you, clearly teasing, yet enjoying himself all the same.
Dean, however, was not about to let his little brother get away with it. He turned, looked Sam right in the eyes, and simply stated: “Clowns.”
Which shut Sam up right up.
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