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: I am so thankful for all the follows and favorites this story has gotten. Just wanna say that if you're reading this you are awesome and you are making me very happy. I love when people enjoy something I've written.

Summary: Your words like smoke, they made me sick but they kept me warm.

Fighting For Nothing
Chapter Eight
"Hearts On Fire"

"Fighting is the easy part..." He tells her, his fighting stance perfected over years and years of Winchester boot camp. "It all becomes muscle memory after a while."
She smirks, her hair is piled on top of her head in a high ponytail, she has on a black tank top and bright pink shorts. If her outfit wasn't distracting enough, she decided now was a good time to talk dirty.
"I bet your muscles have some great memories."
He sighs. "I really need you to take this seriously."
She presses her lips into a hard line and nods, holding her fists out the same way his are, she bounces from foot to foot, like a boxer. "I know how to fight." She tells him with a smile.
He let's his fist fall to his sides, "never hurts to practice."
Lila puts her hands on her hips, then before she can even draw in a breath he lunges at her, tackling her to the ground.
She chuckles.
"Never let your guard down."
She looks up at him, brown eyes in full force. "Yes sir."
She grabs his arm, yanking it behind him as she pops up from the mat, twisting it up behind his back. "Say uncle."
He twists up, untwisting his arm and grabbing both of hers in the same breath. She was strong, he would give her that, but he was stronger. He twists both of her arms behind her back, enough pressure to get his message across.
"These things aren't gonna be gentle." He says, his voice tickling the hair on her neck.
"I won't be either." She flips out of his hold, landing on her feet in fighting stance, ready to fight. "Don't forget who my mother was, she had me fighting since I was a kid, I could always take you."
He smirks. "You took cheap shots."

She laughs. "Whatever works."

"I just wanted an excuse to get you out of that motel for a while."
She smiles, "well aren't you just romantic, Winchester."
Dean shrugs. "I mean after last night..."
Lila let's out a breath, "I'm fine..."
He can tell she's lying. But he's not going to push the issue. He isn't very good at talking about this stuff anyways.
She smirks, crossing her arms over her chest. "did we come her to talk about our problems Winchester?"
She takes her stance, bouncing on her feet again. "Or are we gonna fight?"
He chuckles, she really was cute when she was trying to be tough. It was his dad's idea. Bring her to the gym and practice fighting while he investigated the last body found. He didn't want her to see it and that was one thing him and his father could agree on.
Yeah, she would probably be pissed, but he didn't care.
Lila tackles him to the mat, she pins both of his arms to the ground and laughs, "you're letting me win..."
"Maybe,"
She leans down and kisses him, rolling off of him and settling next to him on the floor.
"You're worried about me?"
He let's out a breath.
"I'm worried about you..." She whispers
Dean raises up on one elbow and looks over at her. "Why in the hell are you worried about me?"
"My dream, vision, whatever the hell it was. I killed you Dean."
"That's not gonna happen..."
She feigns a smile. "You're so sure of that aren't you?"
He nods, looking down at her. "I've been in worse spots before,"
Lila brushes her hand through his hair, "look at you now."
He turns away from her. Some times she looked at him and he couldn't take it. Those big brown eyes unleashed something inside of him, and it was the scariest thing he ever felt.
"I'm not scared of anything but losing you..."
And there it was.
The sentence that changed everything.

...

She watches him closely as he slides out of the shower. She's at the sink, brushing her hair, cool water sliding between her fingers.
Some times it was hard to believe he was real.
Dean smirks when he notices her staring, moments ago he had her pinned to the tile wall, screaming his name out. He kisses the back of her shoulder, water droplets spilling onto her skin.
He hasn't even put a damn towel on yet.
"You're killing me," She breathes out, squeezing her eyes closed.
He chuckles, walking out of the bathroom stock naked.
And what a sight to behold, Dean Winchester's backside was.
She wraps her towel tighter around herself, joining him next to the bed. He had slipped on a pair of boxers much to her disdain. She turned the radio up and one of her favorite songs was playing. Sh never really knew who sang it but it was one of those songs she seemed to always catch on the radio.
"There's a light in your eyes that keeps shinin' like a star that can't wait for a night..." He eyes her and she thinks its because of her heinous singing skills. "What?"
"Fool in the Rain?"
She shrugs. "I never knew what it was called..."
"Its Led Zeppelin."
"No way," she laughs, sliding on her underwear. She reaches for her jeans and he's still looking at her like that. "What's with the look?"
He shrugs. "I just should've known you would like the cheesiest Zeppelin song."
"Shut up."
He shakes his head, sliding his own jeans on. "I mean, really Fool in the Rain? Are you kidding me?"
"Its a good song."
"Its not my favorite."
"Not rock and roll enough for ya?" She asks him, clasping her bra closed.
He rolls his eyes, walking over to her. One sure fire way to get her to stop talking...
Someone knocks on the door.
Lila snatches her shirt and quickly puts it on, Dean follows suit and slips his over his head. She pushes him towards the door and sits on the side of the bed to put her socks and shoes on.
"How did the gym go?"
"Good," Dean says, stepping aside for his dad to walk in. "She kicked my ass."
Lila smiles proudly. "Did you doubt me John?"
"Of course not darlin'."
Dean gets a pair of socks out of his bag and starts putting his own shoes on. "Anything?"
John shook his head and Lila did not miss the exchange between them.
"Okay, what are you two not telling me?"
Dean sighs and John gives him a look. "What?" He says, "its not my fault."
"We were gonna tell you sweet pea, I just wanted to check things out beforehand, just to be safe."
"What?"
"There was another victim. A girl's body was found last night."
"Where?"
"Couple of towns over."
Lila felt like she was going to be sick. "The full moon isn't for another week,"
John nods. "I think they know we're here."
"Why do you say that?" Dean asks.
John takes a deep breath, then he sits the folder down on the table. "Take a look at our vic."
Dean opens the folder, Lila peers between them and regrets it immediately. The girl was young, probably younger than her and she had a name carved into her forehead.
LILA.
She literally thinks her heart stops, for half a minute it is impossible for her to draw in a breath.
Dean slams the folder shut, his eyes glaring. "We have to find these bastards."
"Caleb's on his way," he looks at her and Lila feels paralyzed standing there looking up at him. "You're not gonna like what I'm about to tell you."
She takes a deep breath.
"These things have made it pretty clear that they are after you, and I can't guarantee that you'll be safe "
"I don't need you to guarantee me that..."
He sighs, "Lila I'm not letting you anywhere near that place "
"You can't keep me from going."
"Oh yes I can..."
"This is my fight."
Dean stands up, easing his way over to her. "Maybe its for the best..."
"You too." John interjects. "These things have a personal vendetta against the two of you and the only way I can keep you safe is if you go."
"You didn't teach me to run..."
John looks at his son. "Caleb is bringing enough men. We will have the numbers on this."
Lila shakes her head. "They killed my mom John, and they want to kill me."
His eyes dart to her. "They don't wanna kill you, they want to make you a part of their pack."

Her heart sinks in her chest, but her words don't falter. "You're not my father you can't tell me what to do."
"Little girl, I am not beyond locking you up." He scoffs. "I promised your mom I would keep you safe and that's what I'm gonna do."
"You really just want us to hide?" Dean asks, his voice sounding small from behind his father.
"I want you both safe Dean."
Lila crosses her arms over her chest. "And what about you? You're still barely healed from the last werewolf John. You're not one hundred percent."
"Don't you worry your pretty little head over me darlin'"
She sighs. He was the most stubborn man she had ever met. She hated herself for what she had said to him, but she was mad and hurt and she lashed out. He looks at her with eyes full of sorrow and Lila knows that he loves her, loves her like she was his own.
And they were all she had left now, so how could she argue anymore.
…

Dean didn't leave until the cavalry arrived.
Not that he didn't believe his father, he just wanted to be sure that he wasn't over exaggerating. Which was something he tended to do from time to time, especially of he didn't want him to worry.
Caleb was a good friend of his father's. They hunted together for years. He saved his dad's life countless times and he brought about fifteen other hunters to the party. All of them equal parts of whiskey and gun powder.
He kind of felt like he was at an NBA all star game or something.
Dean was itching to go with them.
He hated that he was being excluded like some kind of child
But somebody had to look out for Lila.
She was pouting, leaning against the passenger door of the Impala with a mean look on her face.
He really understood her pain.
"I can't believe your actually going along with this."
He reaches for her but she pulls away. "You have to trust him Lila."
She nods. "I just hate feeling helpless. I'm not helpless."
"No, you're tough as nails." He tosses her the keys and she looks at him like he's lost his mind.
"You're serious?"
He shrugs. "Yeah,"
She tries not to get too excited over it but it was a big deal. Dean Winchester loved his car more than anything in the world.
"You're not just trying to distract me again?"
He rolls his eyes. "Do you wanna drive or not?"
Well, she thinks as she opens the drivers side door she might as well make the best of a bad situation.

...

He watches them.

Silent and fuming from the other side of the street. He wanted to just charge over there and kill them all, but he could feel the silver from tall the way over here.
These hunters meant business.
Gareth had only been alpha for a short time, but it was something he trained for his whole life.
This was his destiny.
And he wasn't about to let some hunters break that party up.
He'd heard of the Winchesters, of course.
They were famous in the monster community. John and his two sons, rag tag team of killing machines.
It boggled his mind how they had managed to survive this long.
They thought they were invisible, and he wanted to prove them wrong.
Call it a personal vendetta.
Clay was almost like a brother to him. They were best friends since they were kids. They were turned together, on that same night almost ten years ago.
He had been telling him about Lila for months. This girl that seemed to come out of fucking no where for his best friend. Clay wasn't the type of guy who wanted to settle down, he enjoyed the hunt far too much. It made him curious, what was so special about this one?
In their pack it was tradition, the true mate was something that most of their people searched their whole life to find, and when his friend started talking about all these things, he made a point to see it for himself.
Never in his life had he ever seen a creature more beautiful than she.
And he wanted her.
She would be a lovely werewolf.
He wanted to see her eyes turn, he wanted to taste her fear as he bit her, giving her this gift. He wanted her first kill to be that lanky hunter boyfriend to be the first heart she devoured.
And he would stop at nothing to make it all happen.

…

A/N: I am working on Chapter Nine as we speak; no more cliffhangers :)