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.

A/N: Forgive me for the cliffhanger. I saw the opportunity and I went with it.

Summary: It was no where near over.

Fighting For Nothing

Chapter Three:

"Bad Moon Rising"

They had been tracking this pack of this case for almost a year. It was day in and day out staring at the pictures of the mutilated women. The trail of bodies they left across the south had been one of the worst things John Winchester had seen in his career as a hunter. It was turning into something that was gaining nationwide attention, he had been dodging real FBI agents for weeks. But what the news was calling a serial killer was actually a pack of werewolves.

When Pastor Jim first called him to take on the case last September, he had jumped right on it because it all seemed so cut and dry.

But here he was eight months later still chasing the same trail and it was usually a cold one.

Then by some dumb stroke of luck he and Dean had stumbled upon the alpha. They had it chained up in the basement of the house they had been squatting in. The plan was to pump the thing for information before they killed it. But it wouldn't talk, it wouldn't give them anything and then the thing turned and as Dean was loading the silver bullets into his gun and what appeared in front of them was something neither of them had ever expected. A werewolf, bigger and stronger than either of them had expected.

It jumped on John, tearing and ripping and Dean will never forget the way it all sounded. Everything was happening so fast, adrenaline had a way of effecting Dean, made him feel like time was in hyper drive or something. Hours passed as seconds. The short time it took Dean to raise his gun and shoot the thing felt like it happened in one single breath.

And the alpha was dead, sure.

But they both knew that this was just one battle of this war.

…

It took Dean longer than it should have to realize what was happening as he busted through the door. In his heart he knew that Lila was in trouble. He did not have to be psychic to feel it in the air around him. His mind was just somewhere else, he didn't put two and two together until it was too late.

"We've been waiting for you."

He's seen this guys face before, and then it all hits him.

Those pictures of those women that he had ingrained into his brain, the string of murders, the werewolf pack.

"You look a little lost sport," he says, the sinister smile spreading across his lips. He walked closer to him and just for good measure Dean shoots him, right in the gut. The bullet stunned him for only a second and then his eyes turned a bright, burning yellow.

"That clears things up." He says, letting out a deep breath.

He smirks. "We knew that you would follow her, but we didn't expect you to show up so quickly. I honestly thought I was going to have to do the whole kidnapping thing and make a phone call to tell you my demands but look at you, you made it easy for us."

"Clay," Lila says, trying to stand up off the couch. One of the guys knocks her back down and Dean resists the urge to lunge at him.

"You want me, let her go she has nothing to do with this."

Clay shakes his head, "Oh, no. this is going to be so much more fun this way."

Two of the goons grab his arms and his gun goes flying across the floor. It was pretty much useless to him anyways. His eyes go to Lila, who is still laying lifelessly across the couch. They hit him over the back of the head with something and darkness pulls at the edges of his vision, pulling him under he wonders how he is going to get them both out of this...

…

Lila's scream seemed to echo through the small cabin as Dean collapsed to the floor. He came out of freaking no where, and he walked right into their trap. Her mind was racing, these past few months with Clay, all that time, he was a werewolf, and she had managed to be the fucking bait.

Just her luck.

Mark was cleaning up Clay's blood off the floor, and the other goons were tying Dean to a chair. Clay came over and sat next to her on the couch, he reaches for her hand but she snatches it away. "Don't touch me."

"Come on baby, don't be like that."

"Fuck you."

"We'll save that for later baby." He brushes his hand up her leg squeezing her hard. It takes everything inside her not to hit him, and she is pretty sure if she tried she would be tied up just like Dean and she needs to avoid that at all costs. She was their last chance to get out of here.

Clay got up from the couch and turns to face Dean. Lila's eyes scan over the room and find her duffle bag sitting in the corner by the fireplace, less than five feet from where she was now. Nobody knew about her gun, her father's gun that she had loaded with silver bullets before she left the house.

And she plans on keeping it that way.

He reaches for Dean, and slaps him across the face to wake him. Dean stirs and looks up at him with a vengeful smirk. "You got me."

"I do." Clay chuckles. "And you made it so easy for me."

"Let me guess, you're some bitch beta and I killed you big daddy werewolf and your a little upset..." that earned him a punch right in the nose. Lila tries not to make a noise but she swears she heard something crack.

Dean spits blood on the floor. "Is that all you got for me scooby?"

Lila sighs, leaning up from he couch. They were all so occupied with Dean, she wonders if she could get to her bag without being noticed... Mark was sharpening a knife in the corner and the other flunkies were gathered around Dean and Clay all of them were waiting for him to do somehting.

"You did me a solid actually. I was next in line after Abel, you killed him and it made me the alpha."

"You really want it by default? Is it even worth it anymore?" He punches him again, and Dean groans.

Mark made his way over to them, holding the knife out to Clay. Lila knew that she had to move, and she had to do now or she would miss her window of opportunity...

She decides halfway through that crawling over to her bag would be the easiest method since her legs felt more like jello when she tried to stand on them. Lila draws in a deep breath, pulling herself towards the corner, towards their only chance. Her father once told her that when your life is on the line it paid to stay focused and calm.

Her breathing was steady.

Lila knew she only had one chance.

Her fingers curled around the cool metal of the gun, Clay raises the knife over his head, she unlocks the safety.

One shot.

The sound of the gun going off was music to her ears. She hit him right in the heart and he crumbled, something like a whine escaping his lips. The knife fell to the floor with a thud.

And everything happened so fast after that...

Mark was the first one to notice her, and when he stepped towards her she fired again, and the bullet hit its target in perfect timing. He fell to the ground and one of the bigger flunkies approached her with the knife, growling at her with yellow eyes.

She was not afraid of them anymore.

Now she had the upper hand, and she liked her odds.

Another shot, and she let out a sigh of relief when he fell to the floor, landing over top of Clay's body. The two left seemed to approach her in slow motion, one of them was snarling and snapping at her like a rabid dog and the other one watched her with fearful eyes.

"Untie him." She commanded, "Now."

"You don't scare me with that gun sweetie." The rabid one says.

Lila shrugs, pulling herself up on her jello legs. "Well you're a lot dumber than you look." She aimed the gun at him, and his eyes went wide. Without blinking she fires the gun, and Old Yeller falls to his knees dramatically. He coughs up blood, spitting curse words at her. But she had no more time to revel in the moment. One of them was left, and Lila knew she was not in the clear yet.

"You snuck up on us little girl."

"I'm not a little girl."

It smirks. "You know, Clay had been casing you for months. You were going to be our next recruit. You see things are getting bad for us, our pack size was dwindling and we needed to find mates."

Her stomach turns and she thinks she is going to be sick. "Well look how well it all turned out."

Its laugh sent a chill down her spine. "There are more of us, don't think that this is all over if you kill me. They will find you..."

"Bring it on, I have plenty more silver bullets." She shoots him and he clutches at his chest. His eyes turn slowly back to normal and he falls to the floor, joining his friends. Lila makes her way over to Dean, she picks the knife up from the floor and cuts the ropes off his hands. She doesn't realize her hands our shaking until he catches a hold of one of them.

"You did good." He tells her in a soft voice.

Lila looks up at him, fighting the urge to smile. "You still think I can't do the job?"

"Eating my words." He brushes his thumb across her knuckles softly. Lila hands him her gun and limps across the room to her duffle bag. The adrenaline was leaving her body and the drugs were back in full effect. She felt like she was going to pass out. Fighting against the darkness she tucks the knife into her bag and hands it to Dean. Then she pick his gun up and tucks it inside.

"I'm gonna pass out." She whispers.

And he catches her, the first of many times.

…

Lila could remember with perfect clarity the first time she realized she loved Dean Winchester. She was eight, and it was one of their first extended visits. By some stroke of luck the they wound up snowed in the small country house with them. It was Dean's fifteenth birthday, and he was bitching and complaining because he didn't want to spend his birthday stuck in this house in the middle of no where. Lila wanted so badly to do something nice for him. So she made him a bracelet from stuff her mom had left over from her charm peddling days. Dark wooden beads with tiny skulls also carved from wood. It was an old tradition to ward off evil spirits, plus it looked really cool.

At least to her.

She remembered being so nervous giving it to him. Her heart was fluttering as she approached him that morning, her hands were shaking as she handed the small package over. She had wrapped it with some leftover wrapping paper and he eyed the blue snowflakes with disdain.
"Open it," she told him, her voice trembling.
He shrugged and ripped the package open.
She waited what felt like an eternity for him to speak.
"Did you make this?" He asked her, a playful smile on his lips.
She nodded forgetting how to talk.
He smirked and slipped the bracelet on his wrist. "Its supposed to keep evil spirits away." She told him, rocking back and forth on her feet.
"Cool." He said reaching to pat her on the head. "Thanks kid."

...

"You still have that bracelet." She whispers, absently touching his wrist as he helps her into his car.
"Yeah."
"Why did you keep it all this time?" She asks in a sleepy voice.
He buckles the seat belt across her and smoothed the hair out of her face. He didn't know the answer. But something never let him get rid of it.
"I like it I guess." He whispers.
Lila smiles and looks up into his eyes. "I worked really hard on that thing..."
He smirks. "Are you okay? Should I take you to the hospital? I don't know what-"
"Just take me home." She whispers.
He nods, slowly closing her door and walking around to his side of the car. He was still in shock that they actually made it out of there alive. He looks back over his shoulder, the small cabin would be nothing but a pile of ashes by morning but he knew it wasn't really over.

He got back to Arlene's in about forty minutes. Both of them were silent the entire time and it made him feel so uneasy. He wasn't even sure why, he just felt like something changed, and he couldn't put his finger on what exactly it was.
The sound of gravel under the Impala's tires was a relief, and he rushed to her side of the car and helped her out fo the car. Lila wraps her arms around his neck and her hands curls into the neck of his t-shirt. He carries up the driveway that way. Arlene meets them at the door, her eyes are wide as he has ever seen them.
"What happened? What did they do? I will kill them, I swear to God."
"It's done." Dean says, looking at Arlene with a sullen look.
She looks almost confused, but Dean chooses to ignore it until he get Lila safely on the couch.
Did that all just really happen?
Arlene touches his face, "keep her awake for me..."
He nods and she walks off to the kitchen.
Lila's big brown eyes meet his and she clutches his hand tightly. "You were really brave tonight." He tells her, his eyes drifting towards the kitchen, he heard his dad's voice and he wondered if he should keep holding her hand. She wasn't going to be the one to let go, that was for sure.

"I was petrified." She says.

Arlene comes back into the living room with a glass of water. "Drink this darlin'."

Lila takes a big gulp and her eyes grow wide when she tastes whatever was in the glass. She tries to hand it back to her mom but she pushes it back at her. "The whole thing Lila Jane."

She sighs, turning the glass up to her lips, she downs the glass and Dean hears his father clear his throat.

Their eyes meet and Dean stands up, pulling his hand slowly out of Lila's. He walks over, its so damn good to see him upright, but it is all short lived.

"What the hell happened?"

"It was that pack, the alpha I killed. They tracked us here."

"Son of a bitch."

Dean nods. "Lila killed them all, but I think there are more of them."

"What makes you say that?" John asks, scratching the hair on his chin.

"Just something one of them said, he might have just been trying to scare her but I think they'll retaliate."

John let out a noise. "We shouldn't have came here."

"I didn't know where else to go, you were- you were half dead."

He sighs. "I know."

"I didn't mean to put them in danger."

"Well, we did. Now we have to make sure we fix this mess."

Dean nods. "I'll get the silver."

John pats his back. "You did good. You got her back here safely."

He shakes his head. "Lila saved us, you should have seen her it was kind of amazing."

"Well, she was always a good shot."

…

Arlene was pissed.

And when she was mad you could feel it. She was like a hurricane or tornado, everything around her felt charged with it. Dean had only seen her this mad once before, when she caught him out in the woods behind her house with one of the neighbors granddaughters. She was ready to kill him, and this felt no different than that.

She slammed the dishes into the sink, her hands were soapy and wrinkled from the water. She had been at it for hours, she even pulled down some clean dishes and washed them. Ever since his dad had left to go get some supplies and the rest of their research in Macon he had been listening to her slam things and cuss under her breath.

He wasn't quite sure what to say, because more than likely it would be the wrong thing.

"You want some help?" Dean offers, scooting towards her slowly.

"No." She snaps, slamming the plate into the drainer.

"Arlene," He starts, and she turns around to glare at him, almost making him lose his nerve. "I wanna say that I'm sorry. I'm sorry I got you two mixed up in all this."

She scoffs. "Don't patronize me boy. You know why I'm angry and it isn't because you brought a clan of werewolves down on us."

He was lost.

"You aren't this slow Dean, I know deep, deep down you're smart."

He shrugs.

"You and my daughter."

"Nothing happened-"

"Yet."

Lila comes walking into the kitchen. She had on a pair of old sweatpants and guns and roses t-shirt that looked like it had seen better days. Her hair was piled on top of her head. Arlene clears her throat, because his eyes linger a little longer than necessary.

"What?" Lila asks, looking at the both of them sideways.

"How do you feel today?" She asks, wiping the water on the front of her t-shirt.

"Okay."

Dean leans back against the counter and watches her pour orange juice into a cup. She had spent the whole night throwing up and she looked exhausted. "I have an idea..." She says, looking at him.

"About what?" He asks her nervously.

"About the werewolves."

Arlene started washing the dishes again, slamming them into the soapy water.

Lila eyes her and rolls her eyes. "Have you ever shot a crossbow?"

…

Dean squares up, pointing the bow at the target. Lila chuckles behind him and he turns around to glare at her. "What's so funny?"

"You poke your butt out a little when you aim and it's kinda funny." She put her hand over her mouth to stop the giggling. "Sorry."

He rolls his eyes and turns back around to look at the makeshift target. He shoots the bow and the arrow and hits the edge.

Lila giggles again.

Dean eyes her. "You suck at this whole teacher thing."

She scoffs. "You said you had shot a bow before..."

He shrugs looking at her sideways. "I have, a few times."

"Uh huh." Lila takes the bow from him and loads another arrow into it, she points it at the target, breathing in and out evenly. She shoots it, and her arrow hits the right in the center.

Way to make him feel inferior.

"Where did you learn to shoot?"

Lila smirks, grabbing another arrow from the pile. "My dad taught me. He said that it was a valuable skill to have. Said I could put it on my college apps."

"Speaking of college, are you any closer to your decision on going or not?"

She rolls her eyes. "Did my mother tell you to ask me that?" She loads the arrow in and stares at him.

"No. I am just trying to talk to you." He sighs.

"Is that really what you want to talk about?" She asks, raising an eyebrow.

Dean clears his throat, looking away from her for a second. Was he imagining the way her eyes softened? The way she looked at him, the way it made him feel?

It was all too much.

"Well I'm tired of talking about werewolves."

"I guess there is nothing else..." She hands him the crossbow back, and she moves in behind him, running her hand down his arm to help him aim. "it's not like shooting a gun," she breathes out, her breath tickling his ear. "You have to feel it, you have to will the arrow to hit the target."

He wants to laugh, because she sounds like a fucking hippie or something, but he's too scared to move. He was aware of every part of her, the way her hips pressed into his, and she draws her arm slowly back, making him shiver despite the heat.

"Now, shoot it."

This time it hit the dead center.

Lila claps her hands together, mocking him. "Am I still a bad teacher?"

"Okay, I take it back, you don't suck."

She smiles, holding her hand out for a high five. He hesitates half a second before he gives in. When their hands touch, their eyes meet, and he feels his breath catch in his throat.

He was not imagining it.

Not the way she was looking at him now. The way her mouth quirked up into a smile it was almost like he was teasing him. Like she was enjoying watching him squirm.

"I'm sorry you got mixed up in our mess."

Lila shook her head. "It's not your fault."

Dean scrubs his hand through his hair and takes a step back from her. "You saved us you know?"

She smirks. "You didn't even thank me."

"You are making this really hard you know, I am trying here."

Lila smirks and she crosses her arms over her chest. "Go on."

"I was wrong," He clears his throat. "You're not a kid and you can definitely take care of yourself..."

"Where are you going with this?"

He shrugs. He really had no idea what he was trying to say. But something was clawing its way out of him and he was trying his best to reign it all back in. He knew he would end up regretting saying the things he was trying to say. Lila steps closer to him, and her big brown eyes look up at him it is all he can do to not kiss her.

Those eyes would surely be the death of him.

"I'm just trying to say that I'm proud of you I guess, you did good. I was wrong about you not being able to handle the job."

"That means a lot coming from you." She whispers.

He shifts closer to her instinctively, and Lila tilts her chin up daring him to move in closer.

It was maddening, this space between them.

"Lila,"

She jerks back quickly at the sound of her mother's voice coming towards them. Lila leans back against the fence and Dean fumbles with the bow in his hands.

"You two want something to eat?" Arlene says, looking between the two of them. He doesn't miss the way her eyes linger on him.

"I'm starving." He says, sitting the bow down on the ground between them.

Arlene nods and looks at Lila. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine."

"Well come on, I have BLT sandwiches waiting in the kitchen."

She didn't have to say another word. He made his way towards the house without bothering to see if they were following him. He needs to breathe, he needs to think clearly. And that was fucking impossible when she was looking at him.

He almost kissed her.

He wanted to kiss her so badly, his whole body had been aching to do it.

But he couldn't.

He couldn't cross that line.

If he did, no telling what might happen.