City Grown Willow - Part 2
City Grown Willow - Part 2
Pairing: None, OC!Shephard Winchester, Sheriff!Dean Winchester, Teacher!Reader
Warnings: Angst, Language, Threats to one's life, implied mental disorders, possible sleep disorders.
Summary: Y/N is settled in the small town of Standing Bear Montana, and she begins her first day of teaching. She notices one of her students struggling, even noticing he's a Winchester. She works with him and his father the sheriff to better his education. Until Dean's past has caught up to him and his small family.
Word Count: 3.7K
A/N:
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The holiday break was over too soon for the students at the K-12 school, Tri-Peaks Standing Bear public schools. The school sits on the edge of Standing Bear, close enough for the neighboring village Tri-Peaks to attend.
Y/N drove in, ready to start her first day of work. Teaching Eight graders.
She arrived early to get her badge and her classroom key. She also wanted to get the room ready for the students.
Y/N was teaching History and English. She had already prepared her academic plan for the school year for both classes and what the students will be learning, doing as far as reading and writing for essays and creative writings. She had to put creative writing assignments in the mix, seeing the creativity in her students and aspire them to become writers.
Y/N logged in to the school’s computer system to get her lessons and presentations getting them prepared for the day.
The school was slowly filling up with students, high schoolers walking by to get to their place in the school. And the first few students began to enter her classroom.
All the desks had the packets that had the assignments and projects for the remaining semester. The first class she was teaching was going to be History.
After several minutes the room quickly filled up. And the final bell rang.
“Morning guys.” Y/N greeted casually.
“Morning.” She got back in response from all of the children.
“How was everyone’s Thanksgiving break?” She asks.
“Good.” From a few students.
“Yummy.” From other students.
“That’s good.” Y/N says.
She began her introduction.
“Alright, to get this out of the way, I’m Ms. Y/L/N. I’ll be your history class every morning, and if you have me for English, you’ll have me every other day.” She explained. “I’m a pretty lax person, I’m simple. You need something, raise your hand and ask. All assignments are due on their due dates. Exceptions will be for situations out of your control. Procrastinating is in your control. Once you have your assignments, I just suggest you do it once you get home or something, okay?”
She saw the collective student’s nod.
“Alright, let’s do attendance really quick and we’ll get right into our lesson.”
Reading through the names of students, she even recognized one student’s name.
Shephard Winchester.
“Okay, let’s get started.” She says, beginning the PowerPoint. “And just as a fair warning, the government is trying to whitewash our history, what I’m teaching is the same crap I learned so you won’t be misled.”
Some students laughed.
“Awesome.” A few students said.
“Thank you!” a student shouts.
Y/N smiles at the crowd of students proud to meet their expectations.
The subject of history was World War II. It was one of Y/N’s fascinations when she was in school.
The class was only fifteen minutes away from being dismissed.
“Really quick, just to get an idea of your guys’ homework assignment.” Y/N says as she finished up the lesson. “You’ll be picking a subject from today’s lesson and writing a little lesson your own of what you learned, what you find interesting compared to then and now. So, if you picked…the great depression, I want you to turn to your books, read the chapters. And reference your notes from today’s lesson. That sort of thing. Okay?”
The students agreed understanding her. She noticed Shephard with his head down, possibly asleep.
“Any questions?”
“No.”
“Alright, I’ll dismiss you ten minutes early. It’ll give you a break before your next class.”
The students didn’t waste time leaving. But Shephard not moving from his seat told her he did sleep through her class.
She knocked on his desk.
“I’m awake.”
“Yeah…can you tell me what the power point showed?”
“Um…I…don’t remember.”
Y/N sighed.
“Shep, you’re not on a good start for the remaining half of the semester.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Hey, don’t apologize, I understand if you’re getting back into getting up early and you’re just tired from that. I get it.” She explained. “But if it’s something else, I’d talk to your parents about it.”
“He’s too busy to care.” Shep pouts.
“What about your mom?”
He shook his head. “She died when I was little.”
She sat down in the desk before him.
“You can talk to me. If there’s something you need to talk about, I can lend an ear to listen.” She says.
The child nods.
“I want you to come back here at the end of the day, and I’ll go over today’s lesson with you one on one, so you don’t fall behind.” She says.
“Do I have to?”
“I think you have to. Otherwise, you’ll flunk the assignment.” She says getting up.
“I’ll forget.” He says.
“You know, my older brother always told me excuses are like assholes, everyone’s got one.” She says. “Everyone’s got excuses. And that’s the only thing that’ll hold you back. Write a reminder. The assignment is due tomorrow morning.” She says.
He nods, pouting again.
The bell rings and he gets up to leave.
Her gut didn’t like the look on his face.
The school day seemed to go by as quickly as it started. Y/N was going through the paperwork, grading some of the in-class assignments when she heard footsteps entering her classroom.
She looked up, relieved to notice it was Shephard.
“Hey, you made it. I’m proud of you.” She says with a smile.
“Might as well, last thing I want is dad nagging at me about my grades. Again.”
“He doesn’t want you to fail is all. You don’t want to be held back a grade, do you?” she asks.
He shakes his head.
“Do you walk home, ride a bike home?”
He nods.
“Does your dad know you’re staying late?”
He shakes his head.
She picks up her phone and dials the police station number.
“Standing Bear police station, how may I direct your call?”
“Hi, is Sheriff Winchester in?”
“He is, may I ask who is calling?”
“My name is Y/N Y/L/N, I’m his son’s History teacher.”
“One moment.” The secretary puts her on hold.
“You know my dad, don’t you?” Shep asks.
“Well, I only met him once and that was last week.” She says.
“Winchester.” She heard Dean answer.
“Hi, Sheriff Winchester?”
“Yes.” Dean sounded annoyed. “I thought I told you; you can call me Dean.”
She could hear a smile on his face. Making her giggle, or at least fail to hold in a giggle.
“Sorry, but I have your son with me, we’re going to go over this morning's lesson. He was asleep through a lot of it, and I just want to prepare him for the assignment as the lesson and the homework assignment are tied together.”
“He was asleep…again.” Dean groaned. “He’s been going to bed early every night. I don’t know what else to do.”
“Well, I have a few suggestions. But it may be everything you heard before.”
“No sugar or caffeine before bed. No screen time an hour before bed. He takes a shower just forty-five minutes before bed. I don’t know what else he could do.”
“Could always do a sleep study and see if something is going on in his sleep?” she suggested. “Like sleep walking or something in the liking.”
“Maybe, but that’s a trip to Casper.” Dean says.
“I know but, it’s your son’s health we’re talking about here. It effects his schooling.”
“Yeah.” Dean agrees. “I’ll keep it in mind.” He says.
“Alright, and once we’re done here, I’ll send him home.”
“Sounds good. Thank you for calling Y/N.”
“No problem, Sheriff—” she stops halfway when she realized. “Dean.”
Dean chuckles. “Talk to you later sweetheart.”
“Alrighty. Bye.”
She hangs up and turns her attention to his son.
“Alright, I printed out the lesson and you can take it home later.”
“Why can’t I just use that?”
“It encourages plagiarism.” She says.
“But it’d be easy.”
“Exactly. Then you didn’t learn anything.”
He moans disapprovingly.
He participated willingly, fully engaged answering her questions and following along with the lesson. Then she noticed his body language.
His knee was bouncing, and his hand was fidgeting with the pencil.
“Restless?” she asks.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, it’s something you can’t help.” She says. “I was the same way but different.”
“Different how?”
“Well, I’m a girl. I do what all the girls did. I daydreamed, played with my hair, doodled on my notes.”
“I also can’t sit still when I’m in bed. It keeps me awake all night.”
“Shep, you can’t keep that to yourself. No sleep is dangerous if you don’t get it checked out.”
“But my dad is always busy, since he’s been sheriff he’s hardly ever home.”
“His job not only protects the people of Standing Bear, but it also keeps a roof over your head, clothes on your back and food in your belly. If you bring this up to him, he’ll put all of that aside to take care of you.” She says.
“I don’t know.”
“If you don’t say anything, I will.”
“Okay, I’ll say something when I see him.”
“Thank you.” She says. “I want you to succeed, and you getting this squared away will help you get there.”
Shep nods.
Y/N was able to finish the lesson and get Shephard’s homework started for rest of the night. But the winter’s time schedule had night fall at five in the evening.
“It’s too dark, dad will kill me if I ride back in the dark.”
“I’ll give you a ride home, I have a truck.”
“Okay.”
She didn’t pay no mind to how far out he lives outside of the town, she couldn’t help but feel jealous that Dean lived out in the mountains.
“You ride your bike from all the way out here?”
“No, dad drops me off at the station and I ride from there.” Shep says. “In the winter he drives the truck. The Impala has a big trunk that can fit my bike.”
“That’s good, because this would be a feat to ride in, you’d have monster calves.”
Shep laughs.
He pointed for her to turn up a driveway, seeing the mailbox at the bottom of the winding dirt driveway told her it’s a long driveway.
She saw the massive cabin-like mansion at the end of the driveway. The lights were off inside. But Y/N noticed a dark figure inside the house, using the moonlight to see through the windows from the front to the back of the house.
“Hang on Shep.” She says, holding Shep’s hand, stopping him from getting out.
“What is it?”
“Someone’s inside.” She says.
Shep shuts the passenger door. And Y/N quickly pulls out her cellphone, dialing the police station.
“Standing Bear Police Station, how may I direct your call.”
“I need to talk to Sheriff Winchester, it’s urgent.”
She was put immediately through.
“Sheriff Winchester.” Dean answers.
“Dean, someone’s at your house.”
“Are you and Shep in the car?”
“Yes, we didn’t get out.”
“Head to the station, now.” He ordered. “I’ll get units out there immediately.”
“Okay.” She says, putting her truck in reverse, using the open yard to do a three-point turn.
Putting it in drive she hurried back down the driveway and sped her way down the mountain back to town.
She passed several police units that drove past her, heading to Dean’s house.
Y/N quickly turned the corner towards the station, she saw Dean standing by his car.
She pulled into a parking spot; Dean opened Shephard’s door.
“Slide into the backseat son.”
Shephard didn’t hesitate as Dean got in.
Y/N didn’t ask questions. She popped her truck in reverse and drove back up the mountain to Dean’s house, following the police units.
At Dean’s house, Y/N parked out of the way of the police units that surrounded Dean’s house and the surrounding perimeter.
“Stay here.” He ordered as he hopped out of Y/N’s truck.
Shephard unbuckled his seatbelt and sat in the middle to see out of the front window.
“Did you find anything Papa Smurf?” Dean says to his Deputy.
“We got tracks so the K-9 unit is tracking them. It seems whoever broke in was on a mission trying to find something because your bedroom is the only room that’s a mess.”
Dean stormed through the house, up the stairs to his bedroom.
“So far we’ve got no prints Sheriff.” An investigator says.
“That’s okay, just look for any other kind of evidence like a strand of hair.” He says as he looked around his room.
Another investigator gave Dean clean gloves so he could investigate his belongings without putting his prints on anything.
Using his boot to open doors that were open just enough to allow him to push it open.
In his walking closet, the gloves on his hands, he moved some of his clothes and coats out of the way to reveal his wall safe. The lock had been blown off.
Opening the safe he looked for anything missing, and he noticed his wife’s ring, photo and other jewelry missing. But a note sat in plain view in his safe.
Howdy sheriff. Remember me.
Dean instantly felt sick to his stomach.
Your son is next.
Dean knew who broke in and knew what their motive was. His time as an LA cop he and other cops were in the line of fire of a psycho serial killer. Only known as the LA Killer.
His house was no longer safe if he knew where Dean and his son lived. But Dean knows the mountains, the surrounding woods and wildlife. He could always use that against the LA Killer.
“You got something Sheriff?” an investigator asks.
“Yeah, a note.” He says. Snapping out of his mind.
They pulled out a zip-lock bag and Dean placed the note in the baggy.
“Everyone in my living room now.” He ordered.
Once everyone gathered, he began to get everyone up to speed.
“How familiar are you guys with the LA Killer?” he asked.
Low mumblings only revealed to Dean that only a few were familiar with that name.
“Back in the mid-2010's, a string of murders broke out in LA. I had only been a cop for…five years.” Dean began to explain. “He had a knack for kidnapping kids, women, making them partake in sexual activities. He’d even rape them.”
The crowd of officers and CSI investigators groan in disgust.
“And once he got bored, he’d kill them in horrific ways. Beheading, slitting their throats, slitting open their abdomen. You name it, he is twisted.” Dean says. “It took us a few years until we apprehended him, but it came at a cost.”
There was an emotionally tense silence. They could tell where this part of the story was going.
“My wife. Jessie was kidnapped and used as leverage. But my wife was smart, so smart.” Dean says, growing emotional. “She was able to give away his location so we could find them and catch him.”
“What happened sheriff?” A rookie Deputy asked.
“He hung her.” Dean says. His voice cracking from the heavy emotion rising again. “I tried to revive her when we got her down, but her neck was broken.”
“I’m so sorry sir.” The deputy says.
Dean nods, waving him off.
“It was so long ago. I still try so hard to forget.”
“That’s something you can’t forget sheriff. All you can do is remember them at their best.” An investigator says.
Dean gave a kind smile understanding where she was coming from.
“Anyway, I’m only saying that because, he’s back.”
The room nearly erupted with concerned chatter.
“I’ve been keeping up with his case, he escaped prison a while ago.”
“Are the recent murders him?”
“They fit his M.O.” Dean says.
“What do you need us to do?”
“No solo work as of now. You will be assigned a partner; female officers will be assigned a male partner. Training alone is not enough. He can easily overpower you.” Dean says. “I’ll grab a picture of his most recent mugshot, and I want you guys to keep a look out for him. Post his mugshot, I want our townspeople to look out for him.”
Everyone nods. Eager to put this killer away for good.
“Alright, I need officers near my house around the clock. We’ll have shifts established. I want someone watching my son.” Dean says.
“Yes sir.”
“I’ll buy some cameras and I’ll have them ready by tomorrow.” He adds.
“Sounds good sheriff.”
“Alright, I won’t be in the office tomorrow then. But you can still call me and reach me.”
Everyone nods.
“Alright, lets clean up and get back to the station.”
Dean walked out to the truck, Y/N and his son waiting nervously.
He hops into the passenger seat.
“Let’s head back to the station.” Dean says.
Shephard sits back in his seat behind his dad, quickly getting his seatbelt on while Y/N put the truck in gear and drove back to town.
Dean was silent the entire way home.
“Dean, are you okay?” Y/N asked.
“I’m fine.” He says blankly.
Y/N didn’t believe a word of what he said. She gave him a disapproved look; she knew he was lying to her.
Not liking the tense silence, she turned on her radio playing Metallica.
Dean quickly turned it off.
“Hey.” She snapped. “It’s my truck. Driver picks the music; shotgun doesn’t touch the radio.”
Dean growled annoyed as Y/N turned on her music again.
“Yeah. You’re fine.” Y/N says sarcastically.
She pulled up to the station, Dean was quick to get of the truck. He walked to the back and grabbed his son’s bike.
“Looks like he’s getting ready to take you back home.”
“I don’t like the way he looked at you.” Shephard says. “I never seen him like that.”
Dean opened Shephard’s door in a huff.
“Shephard let’s go. Now.”
“No, you’re scary.” Shephard protested. Unbuckling to slide away from his dad.
“Dean, if you’re so fine, why are you behaving the way you are?” Y/N asked, raising her voice.
“It’s none of your damn business.” Dean shouted.
“It involves my student. And his safety matters to me. So, I think that makes it my damn business you stubborn son of a bitch!”
Dean glared at her. Slamming the door. Then opening the passenger door.
“My office. Now. Both of you.” He growled.
Y/N turned her truck off and the two went into the station and followed Dean into his office. Shephard hugging close to Y/N.
Dean shut his door once they were all inside.
Y/N’s hands were on her hips and Shephard coward behind Y/N’s wide stance.
“Explain.” Y/N demanded.
Dean glared at Y/N until he noticed his son. He saw how fearful he was of him. Dean’s glare fell to hurt. Then he let out a sigh.
He sat down in his office chair, slouching his shoulders.
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” Y/N questioned. “You scared your son so bad; he won’t even come near you.”
“I know, and I’m sorry. To you and you Shephard.” He says. “Just…my past seems to always find a way to find me.”
“A past that is left unresolved will do that.” Y/N says. “So, talk to us. What’s going on?”
“Are you familiar with the LA Killer?” Dean asks.
“I remember going to the university and my internship carrying a pepper spray, gun and stun baton.” Y/N says. “My ex was a cop. He had me set.”
“He was smart to do that.” Dean says with a nod.
“I suspect…he’s here.” Y/N says. Dean nods sadly.
“And he’s not finished.” Dean adds.
“What can I do?” Y/N asked.
“No.” Dean says sternly, standing up. “I don’t want you to risk your life getting involved with this.”
“He’s my student Dean.” Y/N said through gritted teeth. As if reminding him of her previous statement.
Dean sighed.
“I guess he can stay at your place while I get cameras set up at the house, along with some defensive traps, that sort of thing.” Dean says, giving up. “And I’m the stubborn son of a bitch?” he questions with a smirk.
“I have been told I’m stubborn, and care too much about the little things.” Y/N says with a shrug. “You almost have to since that’s what makes life great.”
Dean nods. “Yeah. The little things.” He says with a smile.
“How long will I stay with Ms. Y/L/N?” Shephard asks.
“At least a day. I need to set up cameras at the house, outside of the house, and I need to set up the motion sensor cameras deer hunters use.” Dean says. “This way she can take you to and from school.”
“I need my pajamas.” He says.
“Y/N can follow me back to the house and we’ll pack your things to survive the night at her place.” Dean says. “And maybe, once your homework is done you can help her get settled in.”
“You were at her place last night!” Shephard asked surprised.
“And you were supposed to be in bed last night.” Dean says in a knowing tone.
“I couldn’t sleep.” Shephard says. “My brain doesn’t have an off switch.”
Dean tilted his head, listening to his son. He seemed confused and concerned.
“Why haven’t you told me?”
“You were never home.” Shephard says. Still hiding behind Y/N.
“I know I’ve been busy since being sheriff.” Dean says, sitting back down.
Y/N stepped aside to try to take a seat, but Shephard followed closely behind her.
“Is this why you sleep in class?” Dean asked.
Shephard nods. “There are some nights I just feel like I could run around the house all night.”
Dean sighed. “We’ll have to see a doctor about that.”
“That’s the first step.” Y/N says. “It’s just keeping up with it. If it’s something that needs medication, or therapy. It’s not a one-time cure all.”
Dean nods.
“Let me get some things done here. Don’t wait up for me. You can head up to my house, Shep should have the house key.”
“I’ll give you my cell number, so you call me when you’re ready for him to come back home.” Y/N says as she wrote down her number on his stick note pad.
“I’ll give you my personal number so you’re not having to wait on the line here.” He says, handing her his business card.
Y/N took it and placed it in her pocket.
“Alright Shep, let’s leave your dad to his work and let’s get you some things for the night.”
“Does this mean I can—”
“No, the assignment is still due tomorrow. I’ll work with you to get it done though.” She says with a knowing look. Smiling when she heard Dean chuckling.
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