SPN; Fighting For Nothing

By: Paraflymore

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Supernatural and if I did I would be way nicer to them all.

Summary: Most times it was just a feeling...

Fighting For Nothing

Chapter Two: "Something Awful"

"I know what you did." Arlene says, sliding a cup of coffee towards her daughter. She eyed the cup, her mother had made it just the way she likes it. But Lila could not bring herself to drink it.

"I thought you didn't use your powers on me?"

She scoffs, she hated for her abilities to be referred to as powers, it made her feel like a science project or something. "I don't have to be psychic to tell what you've been doing. I am not a complete moron you know?"

Lila took a small sip of coffee. "So am I in trouble?"

"As much as I want to wring your pretty little neck, no. What can I do to you? You're eighteen, you're going to do what you want."

Lila nods. "I'm not going to Duke."

Arlene pinches the bridge of her nose in frusteration. She takes a deep breath. It's taking everything inside her not to strangle her daughter. "So. You gonna be a hunter? You gonna live in cheap motels and get drunk at sleazy biker bars for the rest of your life?"

"You know that's not all there is to it."

"Yeah, I am leaving out all the gory details."

Lila scoffs. "What do you expect? I know whats out there, I can't just live a normal life and pretend it doesn't exist, you never could."

She really did have her on that one.

"I jut want better for you Lila. You are my daughter, my only daughter and I want something good for you. I want you to be happy."

"And what if hunting makes me happy?"

Arlene turns around away from her, she grips the counter tightly. "You are going to be the death of me Lila Jane."

She smiles and takes a drink of coffee. "I love you momma, I know you just want what is best for me but I can't be something that I'm not."

"When did you get so smart huh?" She asks, turning around to look at her.

"I got it from you."

She kisses her head and smooths down her dark hair. It scared her, thinking about her daughter out there hunting. It scared her because she knew that if Lila chose this path that it would lead her to her death. But if she tried to stop her it would just drive them apart. She knew she could not live without her little girl. Even if it meant letting her self destruct.

...

Dean is taking advantage of the down time. His father was usually on him about keeping the Impala clean, both inside and out. So he was washing her down really good. Arlene even had a shot vac that he was using on the floor boards. It was cathartic, and he was clearing his mind as he cleaned up his baby.

It was a nice day, not too hot even for a Georgia summer day. The radio was up loud so he didn't hear her until she tapped him on the shoulder.

"You want a beer?"

She had on a pair of daisy dukes, and a floral print tank top that was flowing in the wind.

"I thought you had stuff to do today?" He asks, taking the beer from her.

"I do."

He took a long drink of the beer and looks out at the road. "Waiting on someone?"

She nods. "Yeah, actually I am."

"Is it the Camero guy?"

Lila shakes her head and looks down at the ground with a smile playing on her lips. "Wouldn't you like to know..."

He nods. "Yeah, that's why I asked."

She shakes her head and her long hair does this slow motion thing around her face and she looks like something out of a dream. "Do you ever do anything fun?"

"Fun is my middle name..."

"I thought it was Alexander?"

He chuckles. "How do you remember that?"
Lila smirks and shrugs him off. "Do you wanna come to a party with me Winchester?"

No. Yes. Was there a right answer to this question? "Thanks, but I don't think your mom wants us hanging out."

"What?"

He sighs. "I think she thinks I am a bad influence on you or something..."

Lila scoffs. "Well sometimes my mother is clueless."

He takes a long drink of his beer and looks over at her. "Shouldn't your friend be here soon?"

"Yeah." She turns around to walk away, trying to hide the look of disappointment on her face, but he saw it, and it made him feel like shit. He didn't want to hurt her, in fact it was the farthest thing from what he wanted to do. But he knew when Arlene Dawson meant business and he knew that she wanted him to stay far away from her daughter.

And that was exactly what he was going to do.

…

"Whats with the sour-puss face?"

Lila looks over at her friend Clay aka the Camero guy. He had picked her up about an hour ago and she was still in a post-Dean funk. She just couldn't shake this feeling, this sadness, knowing that all those things she had been feeling were one sided.

Weren't they always one sided?

Hadn't it always been that way with the two of them?

Yeah.

She just thought this time might be different.

Clay slung his arm over her shoulder and pulled her closer to him in the booth. He wasn't really her boyfriend, and sometimes they weren't even really friends, they just liked to hook up and he was stupid enough to hunt with her. It was kind of a win-win.

"I'm just tired." She says, trying to scoot away from him with no avail.

"I got us another gig, you wanna hear about it or you wanna pout?"

She sighs, leaning on her elbows on the table.

Clay's friend Mark was at the counter getting their food. He was Clay's sidekick and usually tagged along with them on hunts. He was kind of a doofus, but he had a very nice ass and that made him okay in Lila's book.

"I think it's a werewolf."

"What makes you think that?" She asks, chewing on the end of her straw.

"The lunar cycle for one."

Lila nods. "You are like a genius or something Clay."

He eyes her, his dark blue eyes seething as he looks at her. "I can't tell whether you are being a bitch or not."

"I'm always a bitch, remember?" She slid around the booth and he grabs her arm, stopping her from moving.

"Seriously, what has gotten into you? Or is it lack of things that have gotten into you? Do you need a quickie or something to cheer up?"

She snatches her arm away and resists, with everything inside of her not to dump her drink over his head. "Fuck you." Lila gets up from the booth, pushing past Mark without so much as acknowledging him. She bust through the back door of the diner and felt the sweltering heat hit her like a punch in the gut.

She wants to run away, and this feeling of suffocation had gotten stronger and stronger the past few weeks. It started even before the Winchesters showed up again. Lila just had a feeling that her life wasn't here in this place anymore, it was out there, and she wanted to find it more than anything.

The door behind her flung open and she half expects it to be Clay and she is working up her best insult when she sees Mark.

He was so different than his friend.

Light in all the ways that Clay was dark. He was kinder, more gentler. Most times Lila wondered why she didn't end up with him instead.

Oh right, because you have a thing for bad boys...

"You alright?'

She nods. "I just needed some air."

Mark smirks. "He's a fucking asshole, I know."

Lila steps closer to him. His blond hair is hidden under a Roll Tide hat and his smile is the kindest thing he has seen all day. "I don't know what I see in him, I think it's his car."

He laughs. "Or the fact that he takes you hunting."

"It's probably that." Lila crosses her arms over her chest.

"Look your food is gonna get cold, come and eat and we'll make a game plan for this gig, okay?"

She nods and follows him inside. She eats her burger and fries without so much as looking at Clay. Yeah her mind drifted back to Dean, as it had been doing for the past few days he had been around. She's thinking that she was perfectly fine before he showed up. She thinking that she is silly for believing that he could see her as anything other than a kid.

She was stupid for still thinking about him.

"So we head out tonight, you ready Lila?"

She nods, finally looking up at him.

…

Arlene was humming softly to the radio while she cleaned up the living room. John was sitting back in the recliner listening to her. It was nice, being in this house again. Even if he was pretty banged up.

Dean had been outside most of the day, he cleaned his car out. He even cut Arlene's grass. John knew something was up when he volunteered to do it himself.

"What's going on with my son?"

Arlene smiles and looks over at him. "Why are you asking me?"

"You're the all knowing psychic."

She smiles. "He's trying to stay busy, you know what they say about idle hands."

"You really are a bad liar Arlene, you always have been."

Her gray blue eyes land on him and he smiles. She really was a sight to behold. He never got tired of looking at her. "It's about Lila huh?"

"Guess I am not the only intuitive one."

He smirks. "He didn't try anything did he?"

Arlene shook her head. "No. Not yet. I just knew he would."

John lets out a painful breath.

"Lila isn't innocent in the whole thing either. She has had a crush on him since she was seven, but that's all besides the point."

"Did you see something? Something about the two of them?"

Arlene sat down on the couch opposite of him, she tucked a piece of dark hair behind her ear. "I haven't had a vision in almost ten years, it took me a while to realize that I wasn't actually dreaming. But I saw it, the two of them. It doesn't end pretty."

John let out a breath.

"What was your vision?"

Arlene drew in a sharp breath. "It kills both of them."

…

Lila changed into a pair of jeans quickly, hopping around her room as she pulled them up. She had less than an hour to get ready before Clay and Mark took off for Decatur without her. She had never hunted a werewolf before and the prospect of what was to come was both exciting and scary.

She tied her boots up quickly.

Her bag of hunting gear was sitting on her bed, she usually kept in the back of her closet away from her mother. But what was the point in hiding it now? Her mom had called her bluff on the hunting thing.

Someone knocked on her door.

"Come in." She says, pulling her comforter over her bag to keep it hidden.

Old habits die hard.

Arlene smiles at her from the doorway, she is holding a box of pizza and the smell makes her mouth water.

"Peace offering." She says, stepping into her room with a smirk.

She resists the urge to smile. "I already ate."

"Since when do you say no to pizza? Are you sick?" She asks, making herself comfortable in her desk chair. She opens the box and the smell intensifies.

"I'm going out with some friends."

"On a hunt?" She asks with that all knowing mother smile.

She puts her hand on her hip and eyes her mother. "I thought you wasn't going to try to stop me?" Lila reaches for a slice of pizza and ignores her mother's look of satisfaction.

"I am just talking."

"You got that look." She says, wiping grease from her lips with the back of her hand. "What's going on?"

"I just thought we could have a movie night."

"I already have plans, sorry."

Arlene let out a breath. "Don't go."

"What?"

"I know I said I wasn't going to try and stop you but I don't think you should go. I just have a bad feeling about tonight."

She scoffs. "You always have a bad feeling. It's called anxiety and I really think you should start taking your medicine again."

Her mother was not amused.

"I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. Trust me." Lila says, pulling her comforter back to expose her bag of weapons.

"Just promise me you'll be safe?"

Lila kissed her mom, sitting her slice of half eaten pizza back into the box. "Promise."

…

Arlene Dawson was not one to ignore these type of feelings. This gnawing ache, almost as if she was going to be sick. It was the worst part of her abilities, these spells where she was scared of her own shadow. It felt like she was completely out of control.

She drops her coffee cup and it shatters to pieces at her feet.

"You okay?" Dean asks, coming into the kitchen from outside. He was tuning her car up. She always liked having them around because she got them to fix things for her. But she knew why Dean was trying to stay so busy.

And she almost felt bad about it.

"I'm just..."

A horn honked outside and Arlene felt like she was going to be sick again. She had half a mind to drag Lila by the head of her hair and lock her in her room.

But...

"I need you to follow her."

Dean raises his eyebrow. "Huh?"

"Lila. I want you to tail her, make sure she's safe tonight."

"You're joking right?"

She grabs his arms and defies the urge to shake him. "Do I look like I am joking?"

"Okay." He says slowly. "I'll follow her."

Arlene grabs him again, this time taking his hand. "Something awful is going to happen to her tonight. I can just feel it."

"Don't worry Arlene. I got her."

…

Tailing wasn't exactly his favorite thing to do. It was boring and time consuming and he was really looking forward to a shower and a cold beer.

But something about the look in Arlene's eyes scared the shit out of him.

He couldn't even fathom the thought of something awful happening to Lila.

Camero guy could not drive to save his life, and Dean was wondering if he was actually drunk or if he was just an idiot.

He was betting on the latter.

They drove for about an hour, and when they turned onto a dark backroad Dean turned his lights off and turned with them.

At this point he didn't care if they noticed him following them. He was just ready to bust the party up. Whatever the hell they were doing out here in the middle of nowhere was not something he wanted to stick around and deal with.

"Lila what the hell have you got yourself into?"

…

She turns the radio down and sighs. "Will you watch the damn road Clay?"

He chuckles. "I am going the speed limit."

She rolls her eyes.

"How far is this cabin?" Mark pipes in from the backseat.

"Cabin?"

"Yeah the full moon isn't til tomorrow night, we are camping out."

She sighs. "You didn't tell me all of this."

Clay reaches over and squeezes her leg. "Come on babe it will be fun."

"My mom is gonna flip her shit."

He laughs at her and it's sort of a condescending laugh, like she is a stupid kid.

Mark reaches between them and turns the radio back on. Both of them had the worst taste in music, too loud rap or too loud rock. It was blasphemy.

She tries really hard not to be mad. She was out of the house and away from everything that had put her into this slump. But the more she thought about her mom the more worried she became. Something was just off about her, something was wrong.

Lila was beginning to think that she shouldn't have left at all.

…

They parked the car and Dean watches them from his cover in the woods. He had parked the Impala a reasonable distance away from the small cabin and trekked back to watch. He liked his odds if something went wrong. One of the guys she was with was kind of little. Skinny little dude with a backwards baseball cap. He would be no problem. The other one was bigger, but he seems kind of dumb. He was still not impressed with Camero guy. He had crap taste in cars and music. He could faintly hear the music drifting from inside the cabin.

Lila was fiddling with her phone.

He was betting she had absolutely no signal because he was in the same fucking boat.

It all seemed completely innocent really, besides the Deliverance vibe he was getting, these guys seemed completely harmless.

But he couldn't turn around. He couldn't go back to Arlene until he was sure that Lila was okay.

He just wished he brought some snacks.

…

"Stupid son of bitch." Lila yells, tossing her phone on the coffee table.

"Such nasty words for a pretty girl." Clay says.

"Fuck off."

He smirks. "Later babe."

"Okay." Mark says, "are you two finished?"

Lila leans back on the couch, crossing her arms over her chest. "I can't believe you guys didn't tell me that we were staying the night."

"Do you wanna leave princess?" Clay asks as he unzips his bag. He pulls out a bottle of whiskey and hands it off to Mark with a satisfied grin. "Because we are about to party."

"Fuck it," she says. "Make me a drink."

She was drunk, and she was trying to ignore the fact that she had only had a drink and a half. Her tolerance was usually through the roof. She was sitting on Clay's lap and he was kissing softly down her neck and she was enjoying it, probably a little too much. Mark had disappeared somewhere but Lila barely noticed.

"I can't do this right now."

Clay chuckles, tightening the grip he had on her. "Come on..."

Lila let him kiss her a little more, letting herself get lost in the warming feeling spreading through her entire body.

A little voice in the back of her head kept whispering, kept telling her that she shouldn't be this drunk yet.

Then she saw headlights flash across the window and she pulled away from Clay with a start in her chest. "Who's here?"

"The rest of the party."