With a smirk and a toss
Part four of Anon request series- Unknown gang daughter.
Part one of the series- read this first! With the strike of a match Part Two- With a wink and a smile. Part Three- With a flick of my blade
Dean x unknown Daughter, Sam x unknown niece, badass!winchester Reader- is this a thing? Because it should be.
Word Count: 2325
Sam sat in the passenger seat of the impala glancing at his brother every fifteen to twenty minutes for the last hour. They were parked a block down from the girl’s apartment and the car didn’t exactly fit in but Dean refused to move. He also refused to take the easiest route and just go talk to the girl.
San rubbed his eyes and sighed. Even with taking shifts sleeping, it was a whole night wasted.
“Damnit Sam, you didn’t see the girl fight.”
“What does that have anything to do with it? You could ask her if there’s any way we could help. You have a certain set of skills…”
Dean snapped to the side and pointed at him, “don’t.”
Sam stuffed down his laugh and looked back out the windshield. Finally, something. “She’s on the move.”
Dean faced forward and watched her slip into the back of a taxi. “Where the hell is she going?”
“Well, stalker, might as well follow since that seems to be what we’ve been doing since we got here.”
“Shut it.” Dean started the car and pulled out into the light traffic.
They followed the taxi through the streets onto the highway and then off into a more rural area. Sam was typing away on his laptop as Dean made sure to keep a good distance so she wouldn’t be able to make out the type of car if she looked back.
“What the hell?” Sam glanced up at the taxi, “if it takes the next right.” The taxi did and Sam blew out a breath, “she’s going to the prison down this road.”
Dean clenched the steering wheel but stayed silent. They followed the taxi but turned off into the parking lot. They waited twenty minutes before going inside. Dean flashed his FBI badge at the first desk he came to and glanced down at the list in front of the middle aged, dark skinned officer with a trim beard on the other side of the partition. Dean glanced at the name plate on the officer’s uniform then pointed to her name, “who is she here to see, Garvin?”
Officer Garvin was still scanning the badge and then wrote the name down. “Fiance, maybe just boyfriend.” Dean raised his brow as Sam stepped up to the desk and flashed his badge. “Gangbanger on a murder charge. Typical gang on gang violence.”
Sam frowned, “how long has he been in?”
“Two years on Twenty, if he keeps up the good behavior.” He wrote down Sam’s badge name.
“Good behavior? Is he a model… prisoner?” Sam put his badge away.
Officer Garvin shrugged, “from what I’ve seen. I mean I’ve only been here five years but JJ might’ve been a good kid if he didn’t come from where he did. Not always the case but,” he clicked his pen and put it down, “he keeps to himself and follows the rules.”
Dean looked down at the list again, “do you usually know the stories of all the inmates off the top of your head?”
Garvin frowned and looked down, “no, I don’t. What is it about this girl you’re trying to look for?”
Sam leaned on the counter, “arson case, the cops are looking at her for it. We think there might be more going on.”
The officer frowned and rubbed his beard, “the boy’s case… rival gang member almost beat his brother to death the same night this murder happened. The boy didn’t fight the charge and his brother barely survived. I hear he’s in a mental institution which is probably better than the streets, but if someone beat my brother that bad? I don’t know if I would’ve been able to hold back, you know? Now, I’ve seen a lot of different inmates in my twenty years as a guard and that boy? Doesn’t seem like he’s got it in him, but family makes all the difference. She seems like a good kid too, here at least once a week since he came here, but what do I know?” The way he frowned made Dean and Sam think not many people here seemed to share his views.
Another officer, this one younger, clean shaven, and tan skin walked into the small room behind the partition and looked between Sam and Dean. “What is this?”
“Just a few questions,” Sam said watching the way the officer sized them up.
“About what?”
“Any unusual activity lately?” Dean asked and Sam glanced at him.
“Just a few questions about some of the inmates.” Officer Garvin said, meeting the other officer’s gaze.
Sam spied the name badge, “Officer Martinez, have you noticed any unusual activity with the inmates?”
“There’s always unusual activity with these animals. You’re gonna have to be more specific.”
Sam caught the frown on Officer Garvin’s face before the man spoke up, “they are human beings, not animals, Martinez. You better watch your mouth. It’s not your job to judge.”
Martinez dropped his gaze sneering at the list then taped on a smile, “right, sir. I’ll make sure to remember that.” He reached the cabinets in the back of the room and pulled out two small note pads then left the room without another word.
“Like I said, JJ might not have ended up here had he been born into a different place. He’s a good kid.”
“Thanks for your time, Garvin,” Dean held out his hand and Garvin shook it.
Dean and Sam walked out to the impala, both quiet until they reached their respective doors. Sam stopped with his hand on the handle while Dean opened his door then paused and looked at his brother, “so, maybe there’s more going on. I still don’t see how we can help anything. There’s nothing supernatural about any of this.”
“There still might be a way we can help her before she’s behind bars for nothing more than getting stuck in something she shouldn’t have been involved with anyway. If there’s more officers like Martinez in her neighborhood, this girl, your daughter might not have another chance.”
“That’s if the girl didn’t start the fire. We don’t know anything about what is happening on those streets or what she has to do with it. She tore that man in the alley way up. She seems like she can protect herself.”
“She can’t fight police if they want to pin something on her.”
Dean’s jaw clenched, “get in the car. We have a lot of homework to do. I don’t know a damn thing about this kind of bullshit.”
Sam smiled and slid into the seat, “Dean Winchester hitting the books.”
“Ah, no. I’m gonna find a cop bar and see what I can find out. You can hit the books.”
Sam rolled his eyes then looked at his brother, “what?”
“I’m waiting until she leaves. I’m not gonna know a damn thing if we don’t follow her a little more. Once she goes back to her neighborhood, we’ll figure it out.”
~~
After following her new taxi to a mental institution that probably housed JJ’s older brother, Dean followed the taxi back to her neighborhood and parked in the same spot a block back from her apartment.
Sam was still on his laptop probably looking over the news articles about the death of yet another gang member and the guilty plea and sentencing. Dean didn’t want to hear any more. If someone had done that to Sam, Dean couldn’t blame the kid but he wondered why this girl was still here. There had to be other places she could go. From what he had seen there was nothing holding her here. She could’ve moved on somewhere else, gone to college or just got a job somewhere.
“Oh shit.”
“What?” Dean looked over at Sam and noticed the figure walking toward the impala. “Shit.”
She got to the car, leaned down and knocked on Sam’s window. He rolled it down and Dean asked, “can we help you, ma’am?” He almost winced. Sam’s jaw clenched as he stared at him.
“Yeah, you can tell me why you’ve been tailing me all day. Why don’t you get out of the car and introduce yourself, old man?”
Sam snorted and tried covering it with coughing. She smirked and backed away from the door. Dean and Sam got out. Sam scratched the back of his neck looking around. It was pretty clear from the amount of lingering kids they had noticed on other streets. Beside the kid at the corner, there was no one. “You sure you want to talk out here?”
She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the building, “you really think I’m gonna be seen bringing some agents into my place? Or whatever you’re dressed up as.”
Dean pulled his FBI badge from his pocket and handed it over. She studied it then smirked as she looked up at him, “do you really think this is gonna fool me? Just who do you think I am?” She tossed it back and Dean caught it frowning down at his badge that never failed him.
“I think we’re people who can help you.”
She raised a brow, “help me with what?”
“This arson charge for one.”
“With that fake badge? Listen I don’t know what it is you’re…”
“He’s your father,” Sam blurted then forced a smile, “we just don’t think you should be here when you don’t need to be. We can help, just let us…”
“You’re adorable, you know that? I’m sorry you came all this way or whatever for nothing, but I don’t need any help.” She pushed off the wall and turned but Dean stepped into her way.
“Hey, we’re the only family you’ve got left, kid and we’re offering to help you out of this hell hole!”
She sneered, “you may be blood but that don’t mean shit. I’m working for my family and I will do anything to protect them and make things right. You will stay out of my way.”
“That gang is not your family,” Sam said as gently as he could.
“What do you mean make things right? You really think you can get that gangbanger…” Dean grimaced, “that’s not…” Dean shoved his hand through his hair and tried to fix it but the feral look she sent his way froze him.
“Fuck. Off.” Then the sweetest smile crossed her face. It was somehow more terrifying. “Or I’ll make sure you join all those gangbangers in the box, got it?”
Dean threw up his hands, palms out, clenching his jaw, and trying to force a smile, “I didn’t mean that. This is my brother Sam and he’s way better at this shit than me, okay? I didn’t know about you until a friend of ours, a sheriff, sent us the APB about the arson. We can help you if you just let us know what’s going on. We’ve gotten out of some really tight…”
“With your monster stuff? You really think that gives you a leg up in this jungle?” Her brows rose, “you think that gives you some kind of magical power to deal with this world? It doesn’t, so take your stupid white collar, monster hunting help and shove off.”
“Wait, you know… how do you know what we do?” Sam walked around so he could see her face.
“Do you really think I believe my parents were torn to shreds by normal animals that somehow got into our locked house? I snuck out that night, I know the house was locked up and yes, they shoved your rap sheet into my face when trying to get me to cop to a theft four years ago. Like your blood would somehow make me just like you. I never knew who you were, mom said it was a nice guy who traveled a lot but I also found her journal and know she met you while you were hunting vampires. Yes, I thought it might just be some weird novel idea or something but she was never that kind of writer.”
She looked down, “why am I even telling you all this?” She looked up, “you can leave whenever you want but do not interfere with me, you get that? I’ve been doing just fine without you. Stay away from me.”
Dean clenched his jaw but Sam nodded, “got it.” He pulled his wallet out, slid a card from it, and handed it to her. “Just in case. We may not know what you’re going through, but we have gotten ourselves out of a lot of sticky situations and some of them have been with the police. If you need anything, please call.”
She glanced down at the card, looked back up at him, then threw her head back and cackled.
Sam grabbed Dean’s arm and pulled him back to the car when she walked in the opposite direction shaking her head and wiping away tears. “Let her go.”
“That’s not what you were saying before.” Dean glanced back over his shoulder.
“You can’t help her if she doesn’t want it. Not this way. We’ll keep an eye on the area, if you still want to go to that bar…”
Dean walked around the impala and got in the driver’s seat, “let’s do that.” He watched the little badass enter her apartment and couldn’t ignore the pride at the way the kid carried herself. Maybe it was good he didn’t have any hand in raising her. He probably would’ve screwed that up somehow.
He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and scrolled through his contacts until he found what he was looking for. He tapped the screen twice and brought the phone to his ear waiting for the answer.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Sheri, it’s Dean. How about that drink? You guys have a place around here?”
Dean looked over at Sam feeling his brother’s eyes on him and winked.
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