(Hey guys! Sorry, I know it has been awhile but while I am trying to write, I cannot make promises! This is my last summer and it will probably be busy! Lots of volunteer stuff. As explanations go, I had a complicated year. Some good, lots of bad. Got depressed, it's a boring story though. So, in light of S13 ending of SPN, I have a rough sketch for this story. Now, we left off with poor Lyall going through a nasty panic attack cause I accidently started bashing Emma. I didn't mean too honest! Either way, we pick up in the morning! So, uh, enjoy! AH! Before I forget! Flashbacks are non-linear!
RHatch89, thank you for the compliment!)
| Snow Falls Part Two |
When Lyall awoke, it was to the shrill screaming of his phone blaring in his ear. He groaned, the noise muffled in his pillow while the sound of Led Zeppelin seemed to play on repeat. Blindly reaching for the offending technology, Lyall grimaced.
Despite the tightness of his skin, and the sore feeling around his eyes, Lyall brought the phone to his ear. "Hello." He muttered into the phone. His voice was scratchy, he idly realized.
"What the hell happened to you?" Bobby's gruff accented made him perk up, and he blinked in surprise.
"Bobby?" He croaked. He shifted his elbows underneath him and frowned, "What's wrong?"
"I could ask you that. In fact, I think I did, boy." Bobby replied sharply.
Lyall left out a soft sigh, placing the phone between his shoulder and ear and rolling off the bed. He landed with the grace of a cat, ironically enough. Standing, he padded over to his clothes, dropped half- hazardly across the floor. "Well, it's a long story."
"Make it shorter then." Bobby snarked.
Lyall snorted, "Emma is lying to Henry about her belief in the curse to get closer to him."
Bobby gave a confused hum, "But that ain't it, is it?" He asked knowingly.
"She's basically implied he's crazy." Lyall summed up. His voice was rough, and it hitched on the last word. Bobby clearly caught the change in his tone and pitch because he swiftly started talking.
"I'm sure whatever is goin' on between the two of ya will sort itself out." He comforted. Bobby then sighed. "On our en', the Levis made thin's complicated for the boys."
Lyall tugged on his pants over his underwear. "How so?"
"Well, they started to impersonate the boys. Now, they're runnin' 'round the country shotin' up banks and other places." Bobby informed.
Lyall gaped, stunned into silence. When the door opened, he glanced over to see Gabriel watching him in confusion. "I-shit. Uh, I think I got someone who knows what we're dealing with, and how to put 'em on hold."
"What? Who?" Bobby asked.
"Uh," Lyall fumbled, "Lemme just ask him." He looked at Gabriel, "Bobby wants to know who you are."
Gabriel sighed theatrically. "Very well."
"Yeah," Lyall said down the phone, walking towards the Archangel, "So, Gabriel isn't dead."
"WHAT?" Bobby shouted.
"Apparently, he almost did die, but got zapped here, into Fairy Tale land just as the curse hit. So he says." Lyall replied.
Gabriel motioned down the hall and Lyall nodded. He stepped out the room and closed the door. "I'll ask him 'bout our chomper problem and see what he knows." Lyall told Bobby.
Bobby groaned, "Dean ain't going to be pleased that angel is there." The unspoken He'll be pleased he's alive was there, but Lyall didn't call the grizzled hunter out on it, knowing Dean was still hurting.
"Eh," Lyall shrugged, stepping into the living room and stopping short. "He can…deal with it." His voice trailed awkwardly at the sight of the people in the room. "Uh, I uh, I'll call you back, Bobby."
"What is it?" Bobby demanded.
"Nothin', jus' my sister." Lyall replied, tone just a tad colder.
"I see. I'll call ya' back." Bobby replied, before hanging up.
Lyall tucked the phone into his pocket, moving his gaze to look over at Gabriel, "Ya' could 'ave warned me." He told him, suddenly uncomfortable in nothing but a pair of black, loose jeans.
"Where's the fun in that?" Gabriel practically chirped.
Lyall muttered something unfriendly under his breath before looking over at Emma, Henry and Mary-Margaret. "So, uh, wha' did ya' need?" He asked, meandering over to the kitchen to grab a banana.
"Well," Mary-Margaret started, unbothered by his lack of shirt. "Henry wanted me to read to a patient. We were hoping for your input."
Lyall furrowed his eyebrows, "Who is he?" He asked.
Henry bounded towards him, opening the thick book in his hands to an image of a blond man with a bleeding cut on his chin. "It's Prince Charming! Your dad!" Lyall stilled in shock, before leaning closer.
"Seriously? Wait, you said," Lyall started, turning to Mary-Margaret, "That he was a patient. What's wrong with 'im?"
Before Mary-Margaret could answer, Emma cut in, eyes trained on his scarred shoulder, "Where did you get that?" She asked breathlessly.
Lyall stiffened, "Doesn' matter." He replied coldly. He turned to Mary-Margaret, "Wha' wrong with 'im?" He asked again.
She shifted again, "He's uh, in a coma." Her voice got quieter at the end, clearly uncomfortable after Emma had butted in.
"Okay. So, coma patient is Prince Charming, and ya'll wanna do wha'? Read to 'im and 'opes he remembers?" Lyall questioned, moving his gaze to Henry.
"Hopefully." Henry affirmed, eyes trained on Lyall's face rather than his shoulder.
"When do ya'all plan on doin' this?" Lyall asked.
"Mary-Margaret is going to do it, tonight." Emma replied, eyes hard.
Lyall openly scowled at her, just the briefest flash of it, before his face settled back into a more pleasant mask. "Alright, and that's because you're…" His voice trailed, and his nose scrunched up as he tried to recall what Emma told him.
"Snow White." Mary-Margaret filled in, sounding sheepish.
"Oh." Lyall said softly, the realization of what that implied hitting him full force. He said nothing about it though, choosing instead to grin. "Well, well, Mary-Margaret, savin' the day."
She laughed, "I don't know about that. But it's a nice thought. I mean, I read the book a bit, so like I said," Mary-Margaret shrugged, "Nice thought." She glanced up at the ceiling, "I always did want a kid. Maybe one in the beginning though." She playfully winced. "Oof, twins. That would be-"
"-Awesome!" Gabriel cut in.
Lyall had already heard the implications though, and his face twitched. She doesn't know. It was a joke, He reassured himself. Was it? A traitorous thought murmured. 'Oh, stop it, you're acting way to dramatic.' Gabriel's voice snapped inside his head. Lyall shot a look to the Archangel, who gave him one back.
"Well," Lyall grinned, "Good Luck."
Mary-Margaret smiled brightly at him, "Thanks, though I'm not sure what will happen."
"He'll wake up! I know it!" Henry said, energized at the thought.
"You got a lot of faith, huh?" Gabriel asks, staring at him with a grin.
Henry looks at Gabriel as though it's the first time seeing him. "Uh, yeah. Er," Henry fumbles with the book and takes a small step forward, holding out his hand, "I'm Henry!"
Gabriel laughs and takes the hand, giving it a since shake. "Gabriel."
Henry raises an eyebrow, "Gabriel what?" He asks, genuinely curious.
Gabriel flashes a brief, slightly panicked look at Lyall, before blurting out: "Winchester. Gabriel Winchester."
Lyall, who had picked a water and was taking a small sip, choked. Coughing and raising an arm to cover his mouth, Lyall shot an annoyed looked at the Archangel. Of course he would take that name, though really, Lyall wasn't all to surprised.
"Lyall, are you okay?" Henry asked concerned.
"Hey." Lyall coughed, "It's just a rare name, and uh, my adopted family had that name."
"Not that rare." Gabriel pouted.
"Maybe." Lyall shrugged. "Anyway, I should get dressed for the day." An awkward silence filled the room. Lyall let out a groan and peaked over at the clock. It was almost three in the afternoon. With another groan, Lyall grumbled. "'Course I would sleep through the day."
"You sure you're okay?" Mary-Margaret asked.
"Uh, yeah." Lyall briefly glanced at Emma, "Long night." He finished.
Mary-Margaret nodded and then smiled. "Well I should get ready for my date." She walked away, out of Gabriel's house and down the street.
Emma sighed and motioned for Henry to follow her, "Come on kid, let's hang out for now."
Henry gave Lyall a brief unsure look, before smiling when his Uncle gave a slightly jerky nod. He bounded out of the house and Emma pursed her lips. "We need to talk later." She told her brother.
Lyall openly scowled, "No, we really don't."
"Look-" Emma began, but Lyall quickly cut in.
"No. We don't." His voice was firm, and Emma scowled in return before turning on her heel and storming out of the house.
"Well that was awkward." Gabriel said casually, drumming his fingers on the countertop.
"Yeah." Lyall replied, breathing out a heavy sigh. He gave the other being a quick, tired smile. "I'm going to finish getting dressed." Without waiting for a response, he hurried back down the hall. Even after a long rest, he couldn't stop remembering the sepia tones of the forest he was stuck in.
Shaking his head, Lyall's thoughts wondered to Castiel. Why wouldn't they with everything going on. Lyall owed the Angel his life, not unlike how Dean did. 'Kinda interesting', Lyall mused, 'All three of us owe Castiel our lives.'
Castiel saved Dean, saved Sam, and Castiel dragged Lyall out of his own limbo. "Limbo." Lyall snorted aloud. "If I hadn't known better I would have called it Hell."
Flashback:
Lyall leaped over a fallen tree, paws hitting the dirt as twigs caught in his coat. They scrapped painfully on the skin underneath as Lyall ran. He panted, great heaving breaths that rattled his bones. He could hear them, snarling and growling.
It wasn't the usual creature. Rather, a pack of pissed off Werewolves that Lyall had helped kill. They growled, agitated. 'Seriously.' Lyall thought in a moment of mild insanity, 'You kill someone once and suddenly it's all about revenge.'
Leaping over another tree, Lyall's mind wandered to Sam. It was routine by now. Run from the other monsters, kill if you must, think about Sam, grieve over Dean, rinse and repeat. Lyall had been unsurprised by Sam leaving after the fatal night they confronted Lilith for the first time. They had both buried their brother, unable to speak.
A week later, Lyall woke up alone in a hotel room. Three weeks after that and well, Lyall felt guilty Sam would be finding out he died from Bobby.
Or rather, Lyall thought he did. He had been hunting a Black Dog that turned out to be a trickster. Not Sam's trickster. Maybe if it was him, Lyall would have survived. This was a darker one. Lyall had barely moved when a silver spear had impaled him.
Lyall was taken out of from his thoughts when a figure appeared before him. He skidded to a stop, teeth bared at the group that appeared behind the man. They all glowed and smelled of ozone and something completely undefined. Before he could truly question just what they were, five disappeared, the image of glowing wings spreading from their back before the first being reached out for Lyall.
The Skinwalker stumbled back, alarmed and terrified. These beings were something new, and that chilled Lyall to the bone. By now, he had encountered every Supernatural creature he thought existed.
He was clearly mistaken.
"You must calm yourself, Lyall." The being intones, blue eyes bright. "I am here to return you to the Winchesters."
Lyall didn't hesitate to transform. He panted, watching the being with wide eyes. "You-What?" He asked.
"I am Castiel." Castiel started, "I have the ability to return you to your mortal body, but we must hurry, we do not have much time."
"What are you." Lyall demanded.
"We are Angels." Came the unexpected reply.
Lyall twisted around to see another Angel-fuck an Angel-watching him. The Angel smiled, "I am Samandriel, and Castiel is correct. The rest of the garrison is holding pack the Werewolves, but there are things far worse in Purgatory.
Lyall didn't even hesitate, "Yes there fucking is." He glanced at Castiel, "You said you can bring me back?"
Castiel nodded.
"Oh, fuck it." Lyall breathed, "I'm already dead. Not like I won't come back if I die here again."
Castiel grasped Lyall's scarred shoulder and there was a bright flash of light before Lyall's whole world went black.
Dean slowly chugged the beer down, refusing to meet his brother's eyes. Sam wrung his hands on the counter top, guilt on his features. The unwritten book titled 'Blood Moon' was spread across the tabletop. Bobby gave a heavy sigh.
"Boys, none of that-" He motioned to the papers "-was your fault." He glanced between the two, "You boys know tha', right?"
"Bobby," Sam started quietly, "If I hadn't left-"
"Then you both would be gone." Dean interrupted harshly. "Where would we be then, huh?"
Sam dropped his gaze again.
Bobby shook his head and went to stand when there was a rush of wings and he cursed. The brothers stood, turning to look for the source. It was Zachariah, simpering smile on his face. "You owe us." Was all the Angel said, before there was a second rush of wings, and Castiel appeared.
The Angel had an arm on his shoulders, effortlessly baring the weight of a blond man who hung limp in his grasp. Zachariah looked at Castiel, "You can drop him now."
There was the barest flicker of a frown before Castiel knelt and lowered the figure to the floor. He passed a hand over the right side of his chest, then nodded. "Any trace of silver has been destroyed." Castiel looked at the Winchesters, "Your friend will wake soon." Without a further comment, both Angels disappeared.
"What the hell was that?" Bobby exclaimed, rushing over to the man. He had no shirt, Dean realized. A fresh, pink, scar ran over the area above his heart.
Sam and Dean also moved forward, coming up behind Bobby just as the face of the man was revealed.
A second later, Lyall's eyes fluttered open to the sight of the three stunned men, one of which he was sure should be dead.
Flashback End:
Hours later, Lyall watch bemused as Ruby lead him toward the Toll Bridge. "I figure it's a neutral spot, you know?" She said, stepping over a rock.
"I guess." Lyall laughed, "Though, when you said you picked the spot, I thought you meant the Rabbit Hole or something. Besides, you don't strike me as the type for a hiking trip only for a date."
Ruby shrugged, coming to a stop at the edge of the water. "Well, I was thinking something more tamed would be better, and hiking can be relaxing."
Lyall looked around with a smile, the Moon was out, shining down on them. He looked back at Ruby who had crouched down and pulled out a bright red blanket from her bag. He crouched next to her, pulling out large lamps from his duffle bag. They set up the small picnic and bring out the sandwiches.
Ruby looked around, "You know, I didn't really notice before, but these woods are so pretty."
Lyall bobbed his head back and forth in acknowledgment. "They are, but I mean, I've seen some pretty cool stuff."
Ruby leaned forward, eager to know more. "Have you travelled a lot? I want to go to Boston but Granny," she huffed, "Granny seems to think I'm gonna-"
"Sleep your way down the seaboard. Yeah, I heard." Lyall cut in, sardonic smile turning his lips.
Ruby frowned, picking at her jeans, "I don't know why, but we always argue and like, it feels wrong."
Lyall leaned back on his hands, "Family always argues, Red."
"Yeah but I bet you and Emma never said something like that to each other." Ruby shot back.
"That panic attack last night?" Lyall started, making her look back at him, "She caused it."
Ruby gaped, "What?" She exclaimed.
Lyall gave a half shrug, "She didn't mean to, just hit a trigger of mine." Lyall didn't mention what trigger, and Ruby didn't ask, just frowned.
"Did your adopted brothers ever say stuff like that?" She asked. Lyall didn't need her to clarify what she meant, instead he tilted his head, digging through the arguments he had with them.
"No, not what she said, but we've had some nasty arguments." Lyall replied.
"Like what? If you don't mind me asking." Ruby asked, suddenly looking intrigued but sheepish.
Lyall smirked, "It's okay, we have issues, but we've gotten over most arguments." He hummed, "Well, Sam uh, he ran away once, scared the shit out of Dean and I. He left for college-" Lyall looked at Ruby and quickly clarified, "John wanted him in the family business, paranoid guy he was, wanted Sam to be around so he could watch him." Lyall grinned, "Kinda' bipolar there, but that's a different story. Sam said a couple things that hurt Dean and me, but when we met up again later we hashed it out."
Ruby quirked an eyebrow, red lips pulling into an amused smirk, "Well, when you put it that way-" She cut herself off, eyes trained on something behind Lyall.
Lyall's nose twitched, picking up the smell of blood and wheat and the sterile stench that came from Hospitals. He turned, moving into a half-crouch half-sitting position to look at what caught Ruby's attention.
It was a man, blond it looked like, stumbling into the river in a gown only a hospital patient would wear. He looked confused, muttering under his breath in a fevered state. With his enhanced hearing-and how did he not hear the man coming-Lyall picked up the words he was murmuring. "Snow. Need to find Snow."
Lyall stood, purposely making as much noise as possible. The man staggered back, eyes snapping to look up at Lyall. Lyall himself froze, taking in the familiar eyes and facial shape. The same shade hair and similar height and build. It was like looking at someone who could be his Father, Lyall realized.
"Who-Who?" The man stuttered.
"Okay, man." Lyall soothed, raising his hands slowly, "Hey, it's okay."
The man took a few shaking steps forward, "Snow, do-do you know where she is?"
Lyall furrowed his eyebrows, shifting to shield Ruby when she stood. But the man saw her nonetheless and let out a shocked noise, "Red? Red, is that you?" He stumbled to her, but Lyall surged towards him, grabbing his shoulders and pulling his attention to Lyall.
The movement caused Lyall's necklace to free itself from its spot underneath his shirt, and it drew the man's attention. He looked back up at Lyall, blue eyes suddenly intense, "You-that necklace, that belongs to-"
"Hey, we can figure out everything later." Lyall interrupted, taking in the scar on the chin of the man and frowning. He looked back at the man, suspicion clawing at his thoughts. "Okay? You alright there, Charming?"
The man reeled a bit, "What? How do you know that name?"
Shit, Lyall thought, of course Prince Charming would crash my date. "We'll talk later, let's get you to a Doctor." He looked at Ruby, "Ruby, you know where to go from here? The Hospital must be around here. It can't be any farther than the car, right?"
She looked warily at the man who grasped almost desperately at Lyall's arms. Then she nodded, "We're way into the woods though, and it took us a few hours to hike here. It'll take a few more to get back to the Hospital."
Lyall groaned, "Damnit. Okay, we'll have to deal with it. Let's head back to my car." Hoisting an arm over his shoulders, Lyall pulled the man along. "Come on, we need to get you to Whale."
"No. No, no, no, I need to find Snow." Charming stuttered.
"Okay, okay, we'll find her, she'll be at the Hospital. I promise." Lyall soothed.
Charming stared at him, "You-you seem, familiar."
Lovely, Lyall thought sarcastically, My Father has amnesia. Although, is it amnesia if he only saw me as a baby? Lyall furrowed his eyebrows at the thought but swiftly and mentally shrugged it off. He didn't have time to ponder his own worth to his Father. "Alright, let's go, we need to hurry." He glanced at Charming. "You don't seem like you've been out much, so I'm going to assume that's bad for your health."
Ruby looked worriedly at Charming, "Hey, do you know your name? Could you be able to tell us?"
Charming frowned, "Uhm, James? David? I-I can't think straight. Snow, I need to find Snow."
Ruby gnawed her lip in concern, "Okay, James. Can I call you James?"
James nodded once, a jerky movement that made Lyall tighten his grip on David. "Alright then Red, let's save the day." He flashed her a grin, which she returned shakily.
They had a time limit, judging by the way James' skin was slowly paling. And Lyall would be damned if he didn't save his own Father.
(IMPORTANT A/N PLEASE READ!)
I MADE A POLL FOR THE SECOND INSTALLNENT OF LYALL SWAN'S STORY!
The future story, The Man and The Monster, is following Lyall through part of season two into Season Three. The majority of S2 OUAT is going to be condensed and combined with S3 Neverland Arc. I am skipping through Cora, but I plan on a substitute, but shorter. This poll is about Lyall's future Love Interest. Originally it was going to be Ruby, but I am opening up the options. Primarily, Regina.
All reasons will be listed in the poll. here is the link, please take the poll!
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