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 just want to apologize how long this chapter took. I have been so busy with work and my nephew and life in general. I also want to give a huge shout out to Def Leppard's Animal that helped me crack my writers block right in half. It's an awesome song and I encourage y'all to look it up. Def Leppard should be on everyone's playlist, just sayin... Anywho, heres the latest chapter, hope you enjoy :)
Summary: Are you fighting for nothing?
Fighting For Nothing
Chapter Nine
"Cry Wolf"
Dean was having seconds thoughts about letting her drive his car. She was a decent enough driver, but the entire car jerked when she used the breaks. She was more focused on the radio stations than the road itself.
And she was making him a nervous fucking wreck.
"You do have a license right?"
She scoffs. "Who needs one of those silly things."
He almost chokes.
"I'm kidding. I just never had to drive."
"Oh right, you like guys with cars," he crosses his arms over his chest. "I bet none of them had a car better than mine."
She smirks. "I dated this guy with a hummer once..."
"A Hummer?" He asks, unimpressed.
She nods giving him the side eye. "But he was one of those types who was more in love with his car than anything else..."
"Hmm."
Lila continues, "It was a huge turn off."
He moves his hand slowly across the dashboard.
"I mean its just a car... Right?"
"She doesn't mean it baby."
She throws her head back in laughter and his car swerves across the stretch of highway. Instinctively he reaches for the wheel but she straightens back up just in time.
"You're not funny."
She shrugs. "Well I think its hilarious."
He smirks. How in the world did he get so lucky to have her in his life? Sometimes he still caught himself thinking it was all a dream. There was no fucking way she was actually this in to him.
No fucking way.
It was unreal.
Lila looks over at him, "have you heard from your dad?"
He shook his head. "He said he's call if there was a problem."
"No news is good news..." She whispers, almost to herself.
"He's got this, and he has plenty of fucking backup."
She runs her hand through her hair, pulling it back from her face for a second. "Do you think this is a good idea? I mean my stomach is in knots."
He notices her hands shaking.
"I just think that we should be helping, this feels wrong."
"I don't like it any more than you do..."
"But you do whatever he tells you to do."
It felt like a swipe, but he chose to ignore it. He was learning that when Lila was angry she got mean, and even though it hurt a little, she was right. He couldn't really argue with that fact.
He would follow his father into fucking hell.
"He has this thing," Dean begins. "He likes to be in charge and he just wants to keep everyone safe. Ever since my mom he blames himself for every dead person he sees."
She nods. "I get it, I really do. I just sort of feel like I made this whole mess, and it doesn't feel right to just let someone else clean it up."
He knew exactly what she meant. "I think we both had a hand in this mess."
Lila shrugs. "Guess so."
He sighs. "And that's why we're both in a timeout right now."
She rolls her eyes, getting off the exit, just barely missing another car.
"You are never fucking driving my car again."
...
They almost made this too easy.
Gareth thinks, as he pulls into a dingy motel parking lot, that big black car was like a beacon of light to him.
He could not believe that they actually split up.
The best part about it was that they actually thought they could outrun him...
Him, of all people.
He was almost laughing with the satisfaction of it as he pulled into the parking spot right next to their car.
He didn't even need back up...
He could smell her. Her scent had been easy enough to find at her house. He was only a little disappointment that she wasn't there. But, he always did enjoy a good chase.
Cat and mouse.
His cell phone starts ringing and he answers it with a huff.
He was salivating with the prospect of what was to come, and he did not have time for a trivial phone call.
All he can hear on the other end is screaming.
"The house!" Someone yells, and their voice comes out in a cough. "The hunters, they..." The voice cuts of and he hears a feigning growl that cuts off abruptly.
Gareth listens to the sounds of chaos from the other end of the phone. He shouldn't had left them like this, but he didn't expect the hunters to make a move so quickly.
What could he do now?
Other than make them all suffer.
…
"Can I get a large order of crab ragoon, and four egg rolls. And also, do you guys have the spicy chicken?"
"Yes, yes. Spicy chicken."
She rolls over, wrapping the phone cord around her finger. Dean is across the room, staring at his phone like he is waiting for it to do a trick or something.
She rolls her eyes. "And two orders of rice."
"That will be twenty dollars and forty nine cents. Be ready in twenty minutes."
"Thank you." She hangs the phone up and sighs a little over dramatically. "Dean?"
He looks up. "Sorry. My mind is just in a dozen other places."
"Mine too,"
She gets up off the bed and opens her bag, pulling her gun out. She sits it on the nightstand just for good measure and she looks back over at him, still staring at the phone.
"He'll call." She whispers, latching the locks on the door and peeking out the window. She couldn't explain this feeling she had, like someone was watching them.
"You're making me nervous." He says, his eyes looking up at her.
Lila shrugs. "Sorry I just..." A sharp pain ripped behind her eyes. "I just feel weird." Her hand grips the back of her the chair opposite him and he watches her knuckles turn white.
Last time he saw the look on her face...
She starts breathing heavily, like someone having an asthma attack.
He stands up and touches her arm, trying to pull her back. "Lila?"
Her hands are shaking and she looks up at him, "Don't answer the door..." She whispers, as she collapses into his arms. Just as she does, someone knocks on the door.
Fuck.
He touches her face, trying to wake her up.
There was a possibility that it was the delivery guy at the door, but when did they ever get lucky? He carries her over to the bed, lying her down gently.
He grabs her gun from the nightstand, checking it to make sure that it was loaded with silver bullets.
It was a mistake for them to leave, they were so fucking vulnerable and he hadn't been this scared since he was a kid.
The knocking got louder, and it almost sounded like whoever was on the other side of the door was kicking it now. It wouldn't be long until it busted it down.
He could try to sneak out the window, but he wouldn't get very far with Lila knocked out cold.
And just as he is considering this, the door is knocked down, a body is laying on top of it, the delivery guy. Chinese food spilled on the floor all around him.
Dean holds the gun out, stepping closer to the body. He checks the guy for a pulse and his hand comes back bloody.
A shadow steps into the doorway, a sinister smile on its face.
"He deserved one hell of a tip."
"Who are you?" Dean asks, holding the gun up towards the thing standing in the doorway. Dean could tell right away that it wasn't human.
"I'm your worst nightmare."
He shoots the gun and the thing charges at him, eyes glowing dark yellow.
Fighting was the easy part...
He uses the momentum against him, flipping him over, he flies into the bathroom door and the wood splinters. The thing is actually laughing.
"I underestimated you, hunter." He is on his feet in a second, not a scratch on him.
"Let me guess, your alpha number three this week? I guess your familiar with my track records with alphas then."
It smirks. "Oh, I am."
Lila stirs on the bed and Dean realizes that the gun went flying across the room. He really did have the best luck when it came to these situations...
It's eyes seem to be transfixed on Lila, it's looking at her like he wants to eat her alive.
"Just so you know, I'm not letting you touch her." Dean's eyes land on the gun and he's calculating if he can get to it fast enough. "I'm gonna add you to my list of kills and I'm thinking of having you mounted." He smirks. "You'd look really good over my fireplace."
It chuckles. "You, I could like you under different circumstances..."
"Well that's too bad."
Lila rises up, drawing in a ragged breath.
"What's wrong with her?" It asks, and if Dean didn't know any better he would almost think that it was concerned about her.
"I told you not to open the door." She says in a weak voice, looking at him with malice in her eyes.
It steps towards her, and Dean steps between them, grabbing a hold if the thing. It pushes him to the side with little effort and Dean goes flying across the room.
Lila rises up from the bed and it catches her by the hair. "Lila." It hisses. "Lila, Lila, Lila. You are so much more beautiful close up..."
Her stomach turns, looking up into its deep yellow eyes.
She had seen his face before, it was burned into her memory. He was the one who turned her in her vision. She had been having nightmares of his face for days.
"I've been waiting to finally meet you." He sniffs at her neck, bringing his noise up to her ear slowly.
Dean's brings himself up on his knees with a grunt, he uses all his energy to raise up from the floor, his hands twitching by his sides.
"I can't wait to taste you..."
"At least buy the girl dinner first." He scoffs from the corner, his eyes landing on the gun on the other side of the room, he was measuring his odds. Trying to distract him, trying to buy them time.
The things claws were dangerously close to her neck.
In that moment Dean realized how fragile she was, and how he could very well lose her right there.
How could he ever live with this burden?
"I know what you want from me..." She says. "You want to turn me, make me like you."
It draws in a ragged breath. "I want you to be mine."
Lila swallows the lump in her throat. "You killed my mother."
"All necessity to ensure your loyalty to us... You can't have human attachments. They will make you weak."
Tears burned behind her eyes. "She was innocent in this. I was the one who killed those members of your pack. I slaughtered them." Her eyes flick to Dean for a brief moment and she hopes that he can understand what she's doing.
"Just like those hunters are slaughtering your pack now."
It grabs her roughly, growling as she speaks.
"My only question is, who will be the alpha when I slaughter you?
Just as Dean lunges for the gun, it bears its claws. A half a second passes and he shoots it in one breath.
But he's not quick enough, the bullet is a milisecond late.
It's claws slash across her stomach, and the front of her gray shirt turns red.
All he can hear is the blood pumping is his ears.
It takes his a second to realize that he screamed.
She coughs, putting her hand over the gashes, only to have her blood spill over her fingers.
"No." He breathes out, placing his forehead to hers. "Please don't die on me."
She sighs, almost relieved.
Maybe because he wasn't the one bleeding.
He ripped his flannel off and pressed it to her stomach, promising her it would all be okay. But he was really talking to himself. Lila brushes her hand through his hair, her eyes seem somewhere far off.
"You are the most beautiful thing..."
They had this rule, this unspoken rule that all hunters followed.
No hospitals...
They asked too many questions, needed too much information. And hunters were supposed to be shadows, passing through, leaving when the job was done.
But how could he just let her bleed to death?
He couldn't.
He refused to lose her, the one thing in his life that made any sense to him. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if she died.
And hell, he was barely hanging on as it was...
They were camping, Lila went out to get something to eat from the car and she was attacked. Dean said all he heard was her scream and he rushed out of the tent. Whatever it was got scared and ran off. He didn't see anything.
He didn't even have to lie to them much, they saw how badly she was bleeding and they rushed her off.
One nurse grabbed him by the arm to keep him from following them.
"I'm going to need you to fill these out for me..." She says, handing him a clipboard.
"When can I see her?" He asks, eyes tired, hands shaking.
"I will let you know when she is stable."
He collapses into one of the plastic chairs, his eyes flickering across the room. A little boy was eyeing him and Dean realized then that he was covered in blood. In her blood.
And suddenly he felt like he was going to be sick.
He barely made it to the bathroom.
And as he's retching into the toilet his phone rings.
About fucking time.
"Its done." Was all his father said.
"Lila's in the hospital." He tells him frantically. "I didn't know what else to do, she was bleeding to death and... I couldn't just let her die."
"Slow down..."
Dean picks himself up off the floor and makes his way to the sink. "The alpha, he wasn't there, he followed us."
"Son of a bitch... Is she- how is she?"
"I don't know yet."
"What did you tell them?"
Dean scoffs, letting the water in the sink turn pink from all the blood on his hands. "I told them we were camping." He glances at himself in the mirror, blood splattered across his face, his eyes are sunken into his head and he looks pale. "I need you to clean up the mess at the motel, two bodies. I will send you all the info. I just can't leave her right now."
"I'll be there as soon as I can."
Two hours he waits, pacing, trying to resist the urge not to throw up.
What could be taking them so long?
Then just when he thinks he is going to lose his mind, the nurse appears. She waves him over and escorts him back into a room.
She's lying on the bed, hooked up to monitors, all of them beeping. She looks so small and pale and it makes him feel like he is going to be sick again.
"She lost a lot of blood, we have her on morphine so she will be out cold for a few hours. The doctor will be in to talk with you in a few..."
He barely hears her, he's too transfixed on the motion of her chest rising and falling.
She's alive and that's all that matters to him.
Dean pulls the chair up to her bedside and takes her hand, lacing his fingers with hers.
He loves her.
God he fucking loves her.
Thats what this feeling was, bubbling up inside his chest.
Love.
He rises up to kiss her temple, and he whispers into her ear. "I love you, please be okay."
…
John Winchester wasn't a cryer. He never really had been. He cried when Mary died, he cried when Sam left, and he cried when Arlene's body was burning on that pyre. But he never let anyone see him...
Crying was something he did in private, when no one could see him being weak.
But he lays eyes on Lila in that hospital bed and he loses it.
He promised to keep her safe.
Promised a dying woman, who was choking on her own blood and fighting to get the words out. "Keep her safe for me John Winchester. Please, keep my baby safe."
And he fucked up.
"I should have never sent you two away."
Dean shakes his head. "It's gonna be okay..."
He wipes the tears away with a fist, ignoring the scared look on his son's face. "This time it is, but there is always gonna be a next time. Something is always going to be after us... we're fucking cursed."
He had seen his son shatter before, plenty of times. Dean was strong, John had made him strong, but just like his father he had his breaking point.
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that she's never going to be safe with us."
Dean's eyes flick to her, and its breaking his heart because he knows how he feels, how they both feel about each other. It hurts him more than anything to watch it all crumble.
"We have to let her go..."