The Mother of All Screw-Ups
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own the Winchesters or their world, or I'd make Dean my love slave. I only own Kyra.
Rating: T for language
Characters: Dean, Sam, Kyra Singer (OC)
Description: With their father missing, Dean decides to call in Kyra for a new set of eyes to help find him. Sam meets her for the first time and a lot of wrong assumptions are made.
A/N: This one's set sometime in season one, between episodes. I got the title from a line from Under Seige 2: Dark Territory…"Assumption is the mother of all fuck-ups." And before anyone comes gunning for me, please let me explain about Kyra! Nothing else I've posted has gotten to explore deeper into her "normal" personality, because most of what's posted is her dealing with traumatic or otherwise life-changing situations. When that's not going on, she's actually pretty laid-back and a bit silly, even to the point of being a little crazy. She's also not easy to make angry, but she does have her moments. Have fun!
Chapter One
My eyes burned as I pored over the notes I'd gathered so far…we'd been trying to track Dad down for over two months, and it was obvious he didn't want to be found, but that wasn't gonna stop me. As much as I didn't like bringing in anyone else on this, Dean had insisted on calling another hunter. All he'd given me was a name—Kyra Singer—but he'd been unusually quiet about any other details about her. The only thing I could hope for was that it wasn't about a booty call, because there was no way in hell I was sleeping in the Impala.
Dean was pacing the floor and kept checking his phone every five minutes. It was honestly driving me nuts, but I bit my tongue as I sighed and sat back in the chair. I'd been going over every scrap of information we had for the last six hours, and I was still coming up with nothing. When I glanced at my watch, it read 6:49…I had no idea where she was heading from, so I wasn't sure why my brother was so on edge about her.
"Start some more coffee, would you?" He shot me a dirty look, but to my surprise he did what I asked without a word. That made me even more uneasy than anything else that had happened so far, and it made me wonder exactly what was going on inside his head. I knew better than to ask, though—he'd rather run into a nest of demons head-first and unarmed before opening up about anything that would come even close to being personal.
A knock on the door startled me, but Dean was on it before I could even stand up; he looked out the peephole first, then opened the door wide to let in the newcomer. My instincts made me catalogue everything about her appearance—she was about 5'8" with dark brown hair pulled back in a long, messy ponytail, hazel eyes, a slim build, and dressed in a black denim jacket, red thermal top, blue jeans, and high-heeled black leather boots. She might have been beautiful, but the haggard, bone-weary way she walked in told me she was running on fumes.
"Hey Dean," she said simply. Her voice was soft and much deeper than Jessica's, and it carried a slight hint of a Southern twang.
"Kyra, this is my brother Sam. Sam, Kyra Singer," my brother introduced us as she threw her duffel and laptop bag on his bed. I sat up straighter as she reached a hand out to me—when we shook hands, I saw her flinch, but she made no comment about it and I followed her lead…up close, she barely looked seventeen, which struck me as odd.
"Nice to meet you," we said at the same time. She smiled slightly, then started rummaging through her duffel as she spoke to Dean over her shoulder. "I'll take a look at what you guys got in the morning, okay?"
"In the morning?" Dean echoed. I looked at him and found the frustration in his voice matched his expression. "My dad is missing—I didn't call you just to have you blow everything off when you got here, Kyra!"
"Why don't you shove it up your ass!" she snarled abruptly as she spun around to stare him down, making both of us do a double take at the hostility suddenly radiating from her.
"Excuse me?"
"I was just getting ready to hit the sack after wrapping up my hunt when you called—I'd already been up for 36 hours, but I dropped everything to help you! I just drove seven hundred miles, I haven't eaten in twelve hours, and you have the balls to bitch at me for needing to fucking sleep?"
Holy crap! My jaw hit the floor at her outburst…she struck me as the quiet type, but boy was I wrong! When I looked at Dean, he looked just as shocked as I did, but the completely baffled expression on his face was so strange that it took all my efforts not to laugh.
"So how about you get your head out of your ass and think about someone else for a change!" She seemed finished with that, glaring at Dean like she was ready to rip his head off—he swallowed hard and cleared his throat.
"Sorry," he breathed out, the deer-in-the-headlights look still on his face. That one word seemed to do the trick, because instantly her entire demeanor changed back to the previous state of sleep-deprived calm.
"It's cool," she brushed it off, rummaging in her bag again. "I'm gonna get a shower now, I swear my heater did overtime in the last hundred miles."
"You want me to get some dinner for you? We already ate," my brother said, making it even harder to hold back the laughter I felt burning inside me.
"Yeah, that'd be great…steak, medium well, loaded baked potato, no sour cream," she said over her shoulder as she pulled some clothes out of her bag. He nodded as she walked into the bathroom and shut the door…the lock didn't click, which struck me as odd. Without saying a word to me, he grabbed a phone book and dialed in a number, then placed a to-go order for her dinner.
That sent me over the edge, and I started laughing as he hung up the phone. He shot me an annoyed look.
"What?" he snapped.
"Dude, she just ripped you a new one for being a total dick—and you actually apologized? What's the deal with you two, anyway?" He shrugged off the question like it wasn't important as he grabbed the keys off the desk.
"Story for another time, Sammy…now keep her company, okay? I'll be back as soon as I can," he said shortly before disappearing out the door. I chuckled as I fired up my laptop and settled back on my bed. Whatever was between them, I knew I'd find out sooner or later, but only one thought stayed in my mind…this was definitely gonna be interesting.
