Chaos, Loyalty And Everything In Between
A/N: Hi there guys! So I have another chapter up, the ideas just keep coming and it's really encouraging to see people taking an interest in the story, not to mention the tips and advice are a big help! This chapter will be one of many chapters that will focus on the Winchesters, Reid and Leo, as I think it would be good to explain how Leo is related to Reid and a few other things. Please don't be shy as I hope to improve and feedback would be greatly appreciated, no flames please, review or PM me and happy reading!
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Chapter 4: No One Knows What We Do
"I've never heard that name mentioned before." Dean said as he followed the directions that were given by the gas station clerk. He found it strange that an unfamiliar name would be in their dad's journal, he knew all of the hunters that were acquainted with John.
"Maybe it's someone new." Sam offered, though he had found the discovery unsettling himself. He knew Dean was sure if it had been important, he would have known. Sam was the opposite, the name had been hidden, but why? The page was at least a few years old, so why reveal it to them if it was meant to be hidden?
"What really happened to your hand?" Reid asked as soon as Leo parked her truck in the driveway. He had seen her repair many things without getting cut, he knew better than to take the explanation.
"Skinwalker. Bastard tried to slice my hand up." Leo said easily. She got out and closed the door, heading towards the porch. She walked right in the house without a backwards glance.
"Are you insane?! You know better than to hunt those by yourself!" Reid said as he caught up to her and closed the door. Leo was a hunter, an excellent one, but he worried as she often zeroed in on one thing. He was about to say something else but stopped when he heard running.
Leo laughed as she scooped up the running four year old coming at them. "You know better than to run." She signed as she adjusted the child on her hip. The child simply placed her hand on her cheek and smiled, "Sorry momma, I missed you." She signed back.
"I'm sorry Ms. Alexander! She saw you pull in and was gone!" An older woman came rushing in as Leo chuckled. "She was good today, though Lord knows she kept asking when you'd be home." She tucked her greying hair into a bun out of her brown eyes.
"It's fine Mrs. Hanson. How's Mr. Hanson?" Leo replied as she looked at the older woman. She was grateful that she didn't have to take Stella to daycare or leave her in an unfamiliar place.
"Oh, he's fine honey. What time do you have to leave tomorrow?" Mrs. Hanson asked as she gathered her purse and coat up. She did enjoy watching children and Stella was one of her favorites.
"5am." Leo said sheepishly smiling at the woman giving her a 'mom' look. She was also glad she found someone who knew sign language to talk to Stella when she had to work.
"I'm sure your work will let you come in at 8. I'll be in by then. I hope they know you have a child to raise." Mrs. Hanson said as she went over and hugged them both before leaving.
Reid looked at Leo with an inquiring expression. A few months ago, he did remember having a conversation to where Leo mentioned working a case involving a child, he didn't know what had come of it as cases for both for them had picked up.
"I forgot to tell you, I adopted someone." Leo said as she grinned at Reid and his surprised expression. "Reid, meet my adoptive daughter Stella Marie. She's the one I told you about during that case in New York."
Reid's surprise soon turned into a smile as he should have known. He looked at Stella, and his heart nearly broke seeing the wary look he got from the toddler and how she held onto Leo. "Is she deaf?" Reid asked as Leo signed something to Stella.
"I'll tell you the entire story later, but yes, she is." Leo said as she put Stella down and ruffled the child's black hair. Stella studied Reid again with curious blue eyes framed by doll-like lashes before running off upstairs.
"Is your mom around?" Reid asked as they sat down in the living room. Reid instantly regretted the question as he saw tears fill her eyes and walked over to her, "Hey, it's OK." He said softly. When he had been 9, Leo's father had died on duty. His cousin had only been 5, the sudden loss had hit Leo's mother, Cindy, hard.
"I, um, she died a year ago." Leo said scrubbing the tears away, she still felt the punch when the realization set in. She hadn't cried over her mother's passing yet because she couldn't. Not until she hunted down the monster responsible.
"Oh, Leo." Reid said quietly as he knew why he hadn't been told, though he was a little hurt finding out this way. He knew Leo didn't want to worry him, and that she was trying to be strong for the child she recently took in. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't want you to drop everything. You've worked so hard to get where you are, and I was going to tell you. Just after…." She paused for a moment, "After I found the damned thing."
Reid understood what she meant and sighed. "You're not going after it by yourself." He said, "We'll do it together." He felt relief as Leo nodded. "Just say when." He meant every word, and he'd stick close to her and protect what little family he had left.
"After this, we're going." Leo said, looking up to meet Reid's gaze. She knew her aunt would probably have a fit when she found out, but this was personal. She went to the kitchen to start dinner with Reid following, her mind though, was already making plans.
Sam couldn't help but feel Déjà vu as they pulled up to the house. There was a black truck parked outside of the garage, the yard and garden showed signs of care, the colorful flowers added a cheery effect. The house itself was painted a bright blue with white trim.
"Talk about apple pie life." Dean said parking the Impala behind the truck. He noticed that there were South Carolina tags on it and turned to Sam, who also saw them. "Visitor?" He asked, he was already suspicious, the tags furthered them.
"Let's find out." Sam said, stepping on the porch. There were a couple of rocking chairs and a swing along with a small table in between the chairs.
"What the hell? Is it me or this just freaky?" Dean asked as he poked one of the chairs, one was painted green while its companion was yellow. One look at the door and he was even more edgy. It was painted to look like the night sky in the Artic, the stars visible even among the Northern Lights.
"It's probably nothing. Besides, I'm sure the people who live here are normal." Sam rolled his eyes as Dean gave him the 'are you freaking kidding me?' look. "You'll see." He said, still trying to remember why this place felt so familiar.
"Yeah and what if Godzilla's in there?" Dean asked. Things already were setting off alarms, he knew why Sam was so stubborn to believe that this could be normal. He watched the flag catch a light breeze and flutter in the air.
"Jerk." Sam stated as he knocked on the door. They had to find out why the name was important and what it meant to their father.
"Bitch." Dean muttered as he heard barking and nails skittering across the floor. He put on a charming smile as a young woman opened the door, but left the screen door in place. He saw she was attractive with a tan that came from being in the sun, the tan only highlighted her white hair and her eyes were a bit strange but pleasant.
"Hi, I'm Agent Hagar and this is Agent Young. We're FBI and want to ask you a few questions." Dean said with a wink as Sam resisted rolling his eyes. They watched as the woman chuckled, looking at them amused. Dean couldn't help but notice she was dressed in blue jeans and a black t-shirt. The only accessory she wore was a simple cross on a leather cord around her neck.
"I'm sorry, is there something wrong?" Sam asked as he looked at her. It was almost like they were missing a joke of some sort.
"It's quite strange really, as last time I checked, Van Halen and AC/DC had nothing to do with the FBI." Dean coughed nervously as Sam felt a bit of color leave his face while the woman opened the screen door and leaned against the doorframe, flashing an actual badge.
"Leo Alexander, CSI. And I actually work for the Feds." She said grinning at the two. "Now you two are going to go inside and explain yourselves. Or I'll arrest you. Take a pick."
Dean looked back longingly to the Impala, then at the CSI, before deciding against running for it. The main reason was the rifle near the door, he'd be damned if his baby's tires were shot out. Another one was because of the Siberian husky eyeing them. Both he and Sam were wondering just what he had gotten themselves into as they stepped inside.