(Snow Falls {OUAT S1E3} takes place over a time of roughly two to three days. The End of Snow Falls will sync with the end of Slash Fiction {Supernatural S7E6} With the revelations of S13E13 for Supernatural {Devil's Bargain} I am going to have to adjust my plot course. The main plot of The Man and The Wolf that takes place in OUAT will stay the same of course. Now, Enjoy!)

| Snow Falls Part One |

Flashback:

He had only been a week with the Hunters, but Lyall had a pretty good idea about who they were. John, of course, was the 'Alpha' of the group. Bobby in his own way was the Alpha as well, but when it was just the Winchesters, John's word seemed to be law. Not to Sam though; for Sam, John was like a collar, someone to only hold him back. In the past week alone, there had been three fights. Dean was a strange mix. It was clear that despite John's position in the family, Dean was more of a caretaker for Sam. If Sam had a bad dream, go to Dean. Sam was hungry, go to Dean. It was a curious thing to watch, but if Lyall was being honest, he would say that he was making things tense for the Winchester's.

All three fights had been about Lyall. John had found a hunt and had wanted to take off with the boys. The hunt, however, was three states away. Dean had been ready to go, but not Sam. Lyall remembered the first fight. It was his second night at Singer's place, and he had been quietly picking at the steak he was eating. Bobby was standing next to him, tense and annoyed, while an exasperated Dean watched from behind Lyall as Sam and John argued.

"But Dad! We can't jus' leave him! He needs our help!" Sam cried, hands waving around the air.

In Lyall's opinion, he was just fine alone, even if he did like it with the Hunters. It seemed John agreed, because he glared down at Sam, "No." He said firmly. "This ain't an argument Sam, or a discussion. Lyall is staying here, now pack your bags."

Sam glared angrily at John, before he ran past him and up the stairs. John sighed wearily, and Lyall ducked his head. Logically, he knew it wasn't his fault, but that didn't stop the small amount of guilt that pooled in his stomach. Scratch that, a large amount of guilt. Lyall swallowed past the lump in his throat, and blink rapidly.

There was a sigh from John, and then a heavy hand fell on his shoulder. Lyall flinched instinctively, before slowly raising his eyes to meet that of John's. The Hunter gave him a look, before his features softened. "Stay here, kid. Bobby'll watch you." He looked at Bobby, "If tha's okay with you?"

Lyall glanced at Bobby from under his bangs to see the seasoned Hunter nodding. "Of course, I will. I ain't a saint but I'm no' leavin' no kid on his own." There was a bite to the last few words that surprised Lyall. Lyall looked at John to see him glaring at Bobby, and behind him, Dean looked uncomfortable.

The sound of rapid, heavy footsteps made the three males glance in the direction of the stairs. Sam rushed past, throwing a glare at John, before storming outside to the Impala. John sighed heavily and nodded his head at Dean. "Go stay with your brother, Dean. I'm goin' stay back for a few."

"Sure thing, Dad." Dean replied. He looked at Lyall, who shrunk a bit under his gaze. "Uh, I'll uh, see you later?"

Lyall was surprised by the bit of hope in the older boy's voice, but nonetheless he flashed him a shy smile and nodded in reply. Dean beamed and grabbed his duffle before bolting from the house. Lyall could hear his heavy footfalls and then the sound of the car door opening. A moment later, the door slammed closed, a sound that the two adult Hunters and Lyall could hear.

Lyall looked up at John and Bobby, uncomfortable now that Sam and Dean had left.

FLASHBACK END:

Lyall sat in Granny's, head in his hands. His parting words to Emma echoed in his own head, and an all-consuming guilt was starting to gnaw at his stomach. Behind him, Ruby clattered around in her heels, humming under her breath.

Twisting in his seat, Lyall watched as his date meandered about. His eyes then moved to where Mary-Margaret was sitting. Across from her, Dr. Whale was seated, smiling with hesitation at the pixie haired woman. Lyall watched with narrowed eyes as Whale's gaze drifted over to Ruby, who was picking up dishes from a table. A moment later, Whale snapped his gaze back to his flustered date.

"So, uh, where were we? Something about you wanting," He paused and then laughed a bit, "Uh, fifteen kids?"

Lyall narrowed his eyes, an old protective instinct started to claw at his mind. It was odd, because Lyall only really felt like this when something was starting to threaten his brothers or Castiel. Whale for some odd reason was rubbing Lyall the wrong way and-

Lyall grimaced when Mary-Margaret let out a startled laugh. "No! Good lord, no." She looked at Whale with a bright, if slightly embarrassed, smile. "I meant in my class where I teach." She explained. "You'll meet them tomorrow. They're coming to the hospital as part of the volunteer Outreach Program."

Ruby brushed past Lyall then, throwing him a wide flirty smile. She was getting off in thirty minutes and was wearing a rather revealing outfit. As she moved, Lyall caught sight of Whale once again watching Ruby.

Whale nodded distractedly, "Oh, yeah. That is a great program."

May-Margaret looked down to fiddle with her fork, voice bashful, "I mean, obviously I don't want fifteen kids of my own." She sighed dreamily, "Um, I mean, not that I don't want kids. I do. I want kids, marriage, true love – I want it all." She looked up at Whale, and Lyall cringed.

What was ogling Ruby, who was now leaned over a table, giving a rather lecherous view of her backside. "But that-" Mary-Margaret cut herself off. Her voice hardened, eyes becoming shards of ice as she glared at Whale. "-Is incredibly inappropriate for me to discuss on a first date."

Ruby walked past them, Whale letting out a soft hum as she did.

"Ruby!" May-Margaret called sharply. Her tone caused Ruby to stop short and turn around, a tight smile on her beautiful features.

"Yes-" Ruby started annoyed, making Lyall cough. She glanced at Lyall, exasperated. Then she looked back at Mary-Margaret, and when she spoke, it wasn't nearly as annoyed. "Yes, Mary-Margaret?"

Mary-Margaret looked down, "Check please?"

Lyall frowned as Ruby made her way around the counter. He looked at Whale who was now grabbing his stuff. The Doctor smiled at Mary-Margaret, "I really enjoyed tonight, maybe we should do it again?" He looked around for a moment before looking at her again. "You got the bill?" Without giving her a chance to respond, Whale was out the door.

Lyall gaped at the door in shock, before slowly dragging his gaze to a stunned Mary-Margaret. Lyall took in the way she slowly sank into herself, a cloud of depression seeming to drape around her like a blanket. Lyall turned to look at Ruby, who was as surprised as he. "Ruby," he murmured lowly, "Let me pay the bill."

She smiled at him, "Quite the Charmer, huh?" Without question, she pushed the bill across the counter to him.

Lyall grinned and removed his wallet. He glanced at the price before taking out the correct amount of cash. He placed it on the bill, with an extra fifteen dollars as a tip for Ruby. He then pushed it back to her and winked. "I'll come back and get you, is that okay? I want to make sure May-Margaret gets back to her place safe."

"Careful there, handsome." Ruby teased, "If you're anymore a Gentleman, I'll have competition."

Lyall winked, "And replace you?" He leaned forward, looking seriously into her eyes-though she didn't seem to notice-and grinned. "Never."

Ruby smiled, and then grabbed the bill. She leaned back, walking over to the cash register. Lyall, satisfied his date wasn't ruined yet, stood from his stool and made his way over to a despondent May-Margaret. Reaching out, he placed a comforting hand over her shoulder. "Hey." He called softly.

She looked up in mild surprise, "Lyall." She quickly brushed herself off and attempted to smile. "What can I do for you?"

Lyall laughed, "Nothing. I was offering to walk you home. You look like you could use a friend." Lyall's tone was warm.

Mary-Margaret flushed, "Uh, well-well I have to pay the, uh, bill. But-I mean, after that, I-I wouldn't mind."

Lyall smirked. "Already taken care of, I assure you."

Mary Margaret blinked in surprise. "You-You paid my bill?"

Lyall shrugged. "Well, Whale left you in the wind. Plus, you paid my-" Lyall cut himself off momentarily, before continuing, "Emma's bail. It's the least I can do."

Mary Margaret smiled, "Well in that case, I would be honored to have you walk me home." She paused. "Wait, what about your date?"

Lyall turned to look at Ruby, who gave him an encouraging and understanding smile. Lyall looked back at Mary Margaret, saying "I'll be back to pick her up. Her shift doesn't end for another thirty minutes." He nodded at the door.

"Well alright." Mary Margaret conceded.

Beaming, Lyall pulled her chair out and helped her with her stuff. Moments later, they were out the door. Before he left, Lyall smiled at Ruby.

Lyall and Mary Margaret walked quietly down the street, a companionable silence between them. Mary Margaret was looking down at her feet, undoubtedly deep in thought. Similarly, Lyall was pondering how instinctively protective he was of the woman. It was an odd feeling. Typically, it took Lyall several months-even years-to trust someone. With Sam, Dean and Castiel it hadn't taken long. They had been through a lot in life, so it made sense. But with Mary Margaret-

Lyall cut himself off when he saw that they were approaching Emma's car. His stomach twisted, but Lyall kept his face expressionless as he and Mary Margaret walked up. Mary Margaret stopped, and looked in curiously, meeting Emma's eyes. Emma briefly looked at Lyall, before returning her attention the raven-haired woman.

"Hey." Mary Margaret greeted. "You okay?"

Emma sighed, "Oh, in the world of tight spots I've been in," she started, "Crashing in my car doesn't even rank in the top ten." She gave Mary Margaret a small, bitter smile.

Mary Margaret's eyes widened, and she ran her gaze over the tiny bug. "You're sleeping here?"

Emma shrugged. "'Til I find a place." She explained.

"You decided to stay." Mary Margaret realized with a growing smile. "For Henry." She elaborated.

Lyall gritted his teeth in barely restrained anger. 'Sure,' he thought sarcastically, 'She's staying for his own good.'

Emma, as though sensing his thoughts, flinched. Emma glanced at Lyall guiltily, before responding to Mary Margaret. "Yeah, I guess." She started. "This town doesn't seem to have any vacancies. None, actually." She glanced questioningly at Mary Margaret, "Is that normal?"

Mary Margaret smiled in amusement, "Must be the curse."

Emma's eyes widened, and she looked sharply at Lyall. Lyall met her gaze stonily, and then raised an eyebrow. His sister frowned, then looked back at Mary Margaret. "Why are you out so late?" She asked.

Mary Margaret shrugged, "Well, I'm a teacher, not a nun." She explained. "I had a date."

Emma gave her a dubious look. "From the looks of things, it went well." Her sarcastic observation brought a reluctant smirk to Lyall's lips.

"As well as they ever do." Mary Margaret laughed.

Emma cringed, "Tell me he at least paid."

Mary Margaret shook her head with a sardonic smile. Then her smile brightened, and she straightened up. "But your brother became my knight in shining armor by paying the bill. He was walking me home when we ran into you."

Emma looked curiously at Lyall. "Really? I thought you had a date."

Lyall smiled, "Ruby's shift doesn't get off for another few minutes, and well, Whale was being a dick. I figured it was the least I could do seeing as she paid your bail while I was looking for a bank." 'Speaking of,' Lyall recalled, 'I am going to need to talk to Gabriel soon.'

Mary Margaret glanced between the twins, as though she was sensing the tension. The she sighed wistfully. "Well, guess if true love was easy," she started. "We'd all have it." Mary Margaret looked thoughtfully at Emma's car, then turned her attention to the blonde in question. "You know, if things get cramped, I do have a spare room." She offered.

Emma smiled, embarrassed. "Thanks." She replied. "But I'm not really the roommate type." Emma shrugged. "It's just not my thing. I do better on my own." She glanced at Lyall who was staring back at her with a cold expression.

Mary Margaret looked between the siblings in mounting confusion. "Well, what about Lyall?" She asked.

Emma frowned, "I mean-"

Lyall twisted around to look at Mary Margaret, fake smile stretched across his face. "We actually haven't been around one another for very long." Throat tight, he continued past the lump that had built up. "So while we're pretty comfortable with each other-" The lie was bitter on his tongue "-we still prefer our own places. Does that make sense?" He pulled out his phone and took in the time. "Hey, I'd love to continue talkin', but I gotta' pick up Ruby." He flashed a smile at Mary Margaret, putting his phone in his pocket while doing so. "See ya' later?"

Mary Margaret nodded in bemusement. "Uh, sure." She smiled gratefully, "Thank you for walking me this far, and for the bill." She turned her head to Emma, "And good luck with Henry."

Emma smiled tightly, "Thanks."

Mary Margaret meandered away, humming under breath. When Lyall finally met Emma's eyes, he fought back the urge to cry.

She was staring at him with a frown, eyebrows drawn to together. Her own eyes were unusually bright, but Lyall was more focused on the emotion in her gaze. Lyall knew he probably shouldn't judge what it was right then, he wasn't in the right mindset. But that traitorous voice in the back of his head, familiar and deceiving, was speaking.

'She's disappointed in you. Because you're a failure.' Lyall stiffened, eyes tracing over his sister's features. The line on her forehead, the hollowing of her cheeks. He swiftly turned his back on her, shoulders hunching involuntarily. When he heard Emma's car opening, he tried to speed up his pace.

"Lyall!" She yelled sharply.

Grinding his teeth, Lyall ignored the woman behind him. It wasn't until a hand landed on his shoulder that Lyall reacted. With a furious growl, Lyall twisted out of Emma's grip. "Please don' touch me. I have nothin' to say to 'ou."

Emma scowled at him, "What? So, Mary Margaret can humor him, and I can't?"

Lyall took a threatening step forward, shoving down the bubbling negative emotions swirling in his mind. "'Humor him'?" He asked incredulously. "You're not humoring him, Emma. You're using the idea that you're going to help him to be closer to him. To have an excuse to be here."

Emma gaped at him. "Excuse me?!" She spluttered.

Lyall narrowed his eyes, "It was a closed adoption. Regina may have something wrong with her, but until we arrived, he hasn't run away before. So, I've heard at least."

"And that gives you the right to lecture me?!" Emma seethed. Her eyes narrowed dangerously, "Why the hell do I even care what you think?" She asked herself. She glared at him, "Not like your opinion matters."

Lyall grinded his teeth, "Why?" He asked venomously, "Because I'm insane? Crazies don' matter to 'ou?"

Emma rolled her eyes and turned around. Lyall pursed his lips, "I said I might not forgive you, Emma. Please don't hit that point. I've lost enough family."

Emma paused and then turned to face him. "Henry is my son-" She began.

Lyall swiftly cut in, "But he is Regia's as well. I hate what she did to him, but fighting will make it worse. Emma, listen-"

"-No, you listen." Her eyes narrowed. "Maybe you keep losing people because they get sick of your constant nagging and disappointed faces that they don't deserve. Maybe it's your fault!"

Lyall reared back as if he were struck. 'That's not true.' He though desperately, 'I-I didn't cause John or Ellen to-'

Too caught up in his thoughts, he missed the look of horror that filled Emma's features. Ducking his head to hide the way his eyes teared up, Lyall coughed to clear his throat. "I-I 'ave go." He stuttered out, cursing how his accent got thicker.

"Lyall-" He heard Emma start. Without giving her a chance to speak, Lyall took a shaking step back. All he could think about was Ellen, was Jo, was John-John who was like an Uncle to him; he could only see Sam collapsing with agony etched like stone on his face. Lyall's breath came out rapidly, and he moved hurriedly.

By the time he got to the diner, Lyall was forcing down a full panic attack. Lyall looked at the Diner with blurry vision, a chocked sob ripping threw his lips. The Diner door opened, making Lyall stagger back. Tears streak down his face with out his consent, visions of his family dying, over and over and over andoverandoverandover-

"Lyall?"

His eyes snapped up, and he wondered when he had let them drop. Ruby stood in front of his, eyes wide in concern. Ruby tilted her head, "Lyall?" She asked again.

"I-I-I-" Lyall stuttered out. His breath came out fast and heavy, his head felt light, and already his vision was starting to darken. A hand landed on his arm; Lyall lurched away, swaying dangerously. Vision clearing for a moment, Lyall staggered into a nearby alley. He slid down the wall, head falling into his knees and arms coming over his head. He couldn't breathe, images flashed over his eyes on loop-Dean being ripped apart, Cass walking into the river, John smiling with Golden eyes, Bobby with a knife in gut-and then it appeared.

Eyes widening in horror, Lyall struggled to gulp in air when the creature tilted its' head back, teeth sweeping over it's face, sepia tones washing over its' skin, the forest casting eerie shadows-

"LYALL!" A voice shouted in front of him. Wide, golden eyes peered worriedly into Lyall's blue ones, and all the air in his lungs escaped in a great, heaving gasp. It was Gabriel, but that couldn't be true.

The ash under foot was still burning hot, the crackling power of residual grace tickled his skin, Gabriel was dead, he was dead because of them-

"Lyall focus on me!" Gabriel's voice rang true, and Lyall looked up, panic etched into every wrinkle of his face.

"What?" He rasped.

Gabriel grabbed one of Lyall's hands and moved it to his own chest. He flattened the appendage over his vessel's heart and took a deep breath. "Copy my movements okay? In," He breathed deep, "Out." There was a gust of air as Gabriel's breath washed over Lyall.

Eagerly, desperately, Lyall copied the movements, sucking in deep breaths when Gabriel did. As the panic faded from his mind and body, Lyall became aware of the presence hovering worriedly to the side. Swallowing, Lyall slowly met Ruby's eyes. Even think her name sent a wave of new panic threw his veins. But he pushed it aside-if he had to, he would call her Red. It was her name after all.

"I-" When his voice cracked, Lyall ducked his head. A bottle appeared in view, cradled by pale fingers polished with red paint. Lyall gratefully took the water, and swiftly reached up with shaking fingers to undo the cap. When it came undone, he raised it to his lips and start to drink. He did so slowly, knowing full well it would be unwise to drink so much. He pulled the bottle away and carefully set it on the ground.

Lyall reached up and rubbed at his face, aware of their worried gazes. Taking a final, steadying breath, Lyall looked up at the two. "I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean for that to happen."

Red tilted her head, "Lyall, are you going to be okay?"

Lyall smiled bitterly, "Uh, in a bit. Can we-" Lyall swallowed. "Red, I'm sorry, can-can we take another rain check?"

Red stared back at him before grinning brightly, "Consider yourself lucky, gorgeous. I don't usually take rain checks." She winked, "But I will for you."

Gabriel snickered, "Ohhhh, Rubs has a thing for you." He nudged Lyall meaningfully.

Laughing, Lyall gave the woman a grateful smile, "Thanks." Lyall slowly stood up, back aching painfully from the position he had been in. When neither of them said a word about his episode, Lyall felt his gratitude skyrocket. He knew they had questions, but they weren't pressing. "Can I, uh, Can I stay at your place?" He asked, directing the question to Gabriel.

Gabriel nodded, "Of course. I got a spare room and plenty of food."

Lyall smiled again, "Thank you." He turned to Ruby, "Do you need me to walk you back?" He asked. "It's the least I can-"

"No, no." Ruby cut him off, "It'll be fine. You don't need to apologize." She hesitated, and for a quick second, Lyall felt fear run threw his veins. He truly didn't want her pity. Then she smiled softly, "If you want to talk about anything or everything, you know where I'll be."

"Thanks." Lyall laughed. "I've been sayin' that a lot, 'aven't I?"

Ruby looked him up and down, "Well, it's nice coming from you." She wiggled her eyebrows, "If you what I mean."

Lyall flushed, embarrassment rearing its' ugly head. "Uh, I don' feel like being on the receivin' end of Mrs. Lucas' wrath." He admitted.

"Good idea." Ruby muttered. She started to walk backwards, raising her hand in goodbye. "How does two days from now at around 10:00 sound? I pick!"

"Deal!" Lyall called in response.

When she was finally out of sight and hearing, Gabriel spoke quietly, asking "Do you want to talk about it?"

Lyall swallowed, "Not really."

Gabriel gave him a meaningful look. "You said Leviathan, Lyall. That was one of the things you were muttering." Despite the way Lyall had gone pale, he continued, serious. "I know they were released, but this was different. You were there, weren't you?"

Lyall looked down, "Please," he found himself pleading, "I-I don't want to talk about it. Not, Not even Sam and Dean know the whole thing."

Gabriel nodded. "Okay."

Lyall cast him a look, "What about you? You wanna talk abou' it?" He was referring to his death of course.

Gabriel stared silently into the distance, eyes glazed. "No." He said finally.

Lyall sighed. "Then let's go. I was going to help Mary Margaret tomorrow."

Gabriel hummed, and together the two beings walked silently to the house they would be staying in. It had been a long, emotional day. And Lyall doubted he would be getting any sleep tonight.

{That was far more angsty then it was supposed to be. I think these next chapter will be angsty. I have a plan set up for the way I want this episode to go, so grab your tissues and blankets my friends. Let me know how I did this time. In total this was roughly 3909 words? Give or take. It was more than usual is what I'm saying. Suggestions and reviews please! I will hopefully, tentatively update again this coming week. But I have work to do over break now that I have the time.

NEXT TIME ON THE MAN AND THE WOLF:

Lyall meets David, Henry makes an offhand comment that has great impacts, Mary Margaret unknowingly hurts someone, angst, flash backs, angst, Emma is a bit of OOC witch to her brother but it's not on purpose, did I say angst?, and most importantly SAM AND DEAN INTERACTIONS; BONUS MEMORIES

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