Riley woke up a few short hours later, her eyes widening when she didn't recognize the room she was in.
The Winchester boys.
The underground place they'd taken her.
Bobby was dead.
Tears welled up again in her eyes and she rolled over. Her gaze moved across her things where they'd arranged them in her room. Riley pushed up off the bed, glancing down at her sheets that weren't covering the mattress. She yawned and reached out for her cellphone on the nightstand. It was almost dead, but it read 8:13am.
She brushed her teeth in the sink before slipping on a bra under her tshirt. Riley unlocked her door and opened it, stepping into the tiled hallway. She could hear someone gargling in the bathroom as she headed towards the kitchen. She paused in the doorway as Dean spat in the sink. He wiped his mouth on the handtowel and saw her in the mirror. "Mornin'," He turned around to eye her.
Dean was wearing a pair of low riding lounge pants and his hair was sleep tousled. His green eyes looked tired, but he smiled a bit. Riley felt her cheeks get hot at the sight of him shirtless in front of her. "Morning." She paused. "You done? I just wanted to use the bathroom..."
"Yep." He moved by her and called over his shoulder. "I'm gonna go see what we have for breakfast."
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"Mustard, beer and some sad carrots." Sam closed the fridge door and turned to them. "You guys wanna head into town and get some breakfast and hit the grocery store afterwards?"
That's how the trio ended up heading into town in the impala ten minutes later. Riley felt sort of sick to her stomach from the lack of sleep, but it didn't even seem to faze either one of the boys. They got sandwiches at a sub shop before heading to the town's only market. Dean pulled a cart from the rack and leaned his forearms on it as they strolled the aisles.
Riley didn't say much, just observed them bantering back and forth like siblings about this or that while they shopped. Dean definitely was the least healthy of the two, with Sam going for fresher options. That made her smile to herself. About twenty minutes later, they'd checked out and were loading the trunk with several paper bags. They'd used a credit card to pay and she'd noticed that it wasn't Sam's name on it.
She didn't ask about it and they didn't comment either. When she got back to the bunker, Riley decided to charge her phone and look up any information on the two men she was staying with.
Bobby's letter was sitting there on the nightstand where she'd left it a few hours prior. She plugged in her phone next to the nightstand and jumped when she heard a knock at her door. "Yes?" Sam opened her door cautiously, bed linens in his hands.
"Dean said you needed some full sized sheets." He handed them to her gently, his hazel eyes on hers. "You okay?" That made her sigh softly and Riley broke her gaze, eyeing the pages folded in half. She met his concerned gaze again. "Look, I'll make you a cup of coffee or something and you can have some time to yourself." That was sweet of him and she smiled slightly at the guesture.
"That sounds nice." The brunette nodded.
"Cream and sugar?" A nod from her and Sam was gone. By the time he came back, the sheets were on her bed and she was sitting there, the letter in her lap. "Let me know if you need anything, Riley." Sam gave her a small smile before he ducked out, closing the door behind him.
Now, I don't want you to listen to what anyone says about these two idjits. They're amazing men and they would do anything for family and you know family don't end in blood. I don't care what the police or any authority says about them... they would die trying to protect you, Riley. Damn good men, I'll tell ya.
That made her put down the letter for a second.
Riley immediately grabbed her phone and googled Sam's name first.
He had apparently enrolled in some law school for a few years before dropping out. Misdemeanors like car theft, breaking and entering and such were listed as possible crimes. Riley set her phone in her lap for a moment, eyes on the door. Sam hadn't struck her as some small time criminal, she reasoned. He was sweet and though a little nosy about her past, he seemed fairly harmless to her.
Impersonating a federal officer, accomplices: see also Dean Winchester.
That's when shit got scary.
First degree murder, second degree murder, burglary, breaking and entering, assualt with a deadly weapon, assualting a police officer, escaping from federal prison, kidnapping, desicrating a grave, arson.
Oh my God.
Who the fuck were these guys and why on earth did Bobby associate with them?
Riley's eyes stung with tears. She was so damn naive. Why did she think they were gonna be okay? They could have planted that letter from Bobby after they killed him. Her kidnapping had gone off withut a hitch, the brunette thought bitterly. She picked up Bobby's letter again.
The very worst thing you can do is to look up their records. Yeah, it looks bad, but I promise you, they're the good guys.
Riley folded the letter and stuck it in the front pocket of her hoodie before pulling on her running shoes. She had a knife in her drawer and she tucked it in her jeans. She fixed her ponytail and opened her door to walk dow to the war room, looking a hell of a lot more confident that she felt.
Dean was sitting at the table, looking at the laptop when she walked in, hands in her pocket. "Hey Riley."
She forced a smile. "I'm gonna take a walk. I need some air." Dean and Sam exchanged looks. "Am... I allowed to take a walk?"
"Of course." Dean gave her a strange look. "Just don't be gone too long, hm?" She nodded and walked up the curved staircase, her heart thudding wildly in her chest. Dean watched her go before they heard the domed door open and close. Sam frowned next to him.
"She seem... off to you?"
"She's trying to absorb all this crap we threw at her." The older man clicked on another news site on Sam's laptop. Sam turned on his heel and left the war room for a moment before he jogged back to his brother.
"Yeah right," He sounded upset and he set her cell phone down in front of Dean. His green eyes moved across the screen at his own rap sheet. "She's in her room, wanting to be alone and now she wants to take a walk?" A split second later, the two men were up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
She was about a hundred yards away from the bunker entrance on the rut filled earth, heading towards the main road. "Riley!" Dean called and she looked over her shoulder before she started to run. Dean watched his brother take off in her direction.
He jogged after them, losing sight of them around the bend. It had started to rain and thunder rumbled nearby, giving the appearance of fogginess.
Riley moved off the tire tracks and slid down the embankment several feet, mud soaking the bottom of her jeans. "Riley, stop." She heard Sam call out from above her. The brunette continued to dart through the underbrush, the rain making her clothing damp as she pushed through the thick foilage.
"Riley?" Sam's voice sounded a little farther away now and she slowed slightly, goosebumps on her skin and her heart still pounding in her chest.
A force from her left nearly took her breath away and she let out a soft cry as a strong hand wrapped around her upper arm, whirling her around to face Dean. She landed a slap to his face before her back was pushed up against the tree in front of her. Riley was crying softly and she opened her eyes to see Dean's emerald eyes staring down at her. Riley took another swing at the much larger man in front of her and he ducked this time. She landed a punch to his gut and he grunted before he managed to wrestle her down to the damp earth.
"Damnit, Ry," Dean finally gained control over the feisty brunette, pinning her wrists next to her shoulders. He was straddling her hips, her knees in a very dangerous place. "Don't you dare kick me." His firm tone made her eyes close. Dean could feel her trembling beneath him. "Why did you run?"
"Please don't kill me." Riley's voice was shaking and he caught his breath. "Please. I won't ever tell anyone. Just please... let me go." His hands were gripping her wrists. Dean let go instantly, hearing her voice break. He sat back on his heels, her thighs between his.
"Sweetheart," Dean waited until her eyes opened, focusing on his green ones. "We're not killing you." He moved off her, helping her to her feet, her hands in his.
"Riley?" Sam's voice was closer now and she could hear twigs and leaves snapping and rustling as he approached them. "Why did you run?" She was crying openly now, Dean in front of her. The two men shared a look. "Ry?"
"You guys are psychopaths. Please... Just let me go. Don't kill me."
"Riley," Dean's left hand came up to push her messy hair back from her face, plucking a leaf away. "We're not killing you. C'mon and let's go inside."
"No." Her whisper was hushed.
Dean's hand found hers, moving her small hand to the crook of his arm. "C'mon. Let's go get cleaned up and we'll get something to eat and we all can sit down and talk." Numbly, she let herself be led back to the arched stone doorway in the side of the hill.
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A/N:
Hello lovely readers!
I own no SPN characters, only my OC Riley. Thank you for reading and reviewing!
CitrineMama