A/N: Takes place between "Bloody Mary" and "Skin"
Chapter Two-A Friend in Need is a Friend Indeed Part 1
Third Person POV
"Iʼm surprised you showed up for class today." Morgan scolded, causing Lyssa to roll her eyes. "You were getting worked up over nothing, Morgan. There were two hours until classes started when you woke me up." she retorted, putting her hands in her jacket pockets. "Thatʼs because you have to get to class early. This is Harvard, Lee! We canʼt goof off like we did in high school." Morgan told her, brushing her long red hair off her shoulders and onto her back.
"Weʼve been out of high school for four years now! Iʼm pretty sure Iʼve got the whole college thing down." Lyssa said, pushing her sunglasses higher up on her round face. "Really? Because you seemed awfully spaced out in class today." Morgan retorted, stopping at the crosswalk across from the campus. "Iʼve got a lot on my mind." Lyssa defended as they waited for the signal to let them continue down the sidewalk. They were silent for a moment before Morgan stopped abruptly, causing Lyssa to stop as well. "Are you sure youʼre all right? You were talking in your sleep again last night. Did you have another nightmare?" she asked lowly so that a passerby wouldnʼt be able to hear her. Lyssa sighed and slumped a little. "Morgan, honestly! Iʼm fine. Just a little tired." she assured, avoiding the question.
Morgan nodded slowly and continued walking. "Platonic hand hold?" she asked, offeringLyssa her hand. Lyssa couldnʼt help but laugh and take her hand with a smile. Once they made it back to their dorm, Lyssa threw her bag on one of the three chairs in the room and flopped down on her bed. "Iʼm so glad Professor Baker didnʼt assign any huge assignment this weekend. I donʼt think I could handle anything big for a couple of days. And I have to babysit for Mrs. Jackson to top it all off." she said, throwing her arm over her face and talking to whoever in the room was listening.
"I know. Iʼve been looking forward to this week off for months now." Morgan replied, sitting on her own bed and pulling out her laptop. "What time is it?" Lyssa asked after a couple of minutes in silence. "4:46." came the quick reply. Lyssa groaned and sat up. "I have to get ready for work." she said, running a hand down her face before getting up and changing into her work uniform.
"Are you sure you should be going into work?" Morgan asked, looking up from her computer screen. "Iʼll be fine." Lyssa responded, walking over and pushing Morganʼs glasses up after theyʼd fallen lower on her nose. She crinkled her nose in response and nodded before going back to what she was working on. Checking to make sure she had her phone in her pocket before leaving, Lyssa said one last goodbye to Morgan and left their dorm room.
The short walk to the small coffee shop where Lyssa worked wasnʼt too bad considering how late in the afternoon it was and how close the shop was to campus. This place was usually crawling with students trying to get work done for their respective classes. She supposed it was because of the elongated weekend coming up. She walked in and was greeted by the three people that were already there.
"This the house?" Dean asked, pulling the Impala up on the street opposite of the house. It was pretty nice. It was painted white with red shutters and a wooden door. The lawn was neatly mown and the garden surrounding the front porch was colorful. "1928 Jefferson Rd. Yeah. This is it." Sam said, looking up from the anonymous text. "Well then, lets check things out." Dean said, opening the door and stepping out. They walked up to the narrow walkway that lead to the front door. Sam knocked and they both waited for someone to answer the door.
The door opened to reveal a tall woman with blond hair and green eyes. Samʼs jaw dropped and he started having a hard time breathing. "Sam! Is that you! Oh lord, I havenʼt seen you since last summer." she said, pulling Sam into a hug. Sam tentatively hugged back and started to feel tears prick at the corners of his eyes when he pulled away. "Mrs. Marks, whatʼre you doing here?" Sam asked after forcing his emotions down.
"I should be asking you that. I donʼt remember ever mentioning where we lived." she said, sounding more than a little confused. "Um, yeah. I was looking for a Lyssa Moore. Do you know her or happen to know where she lives?" Sam asked, avoiding the question as much as possible. "Of course I know Lyssa! Sheʼs not here right now, but sheʼs supposed to be home later this evening. She has to pick up a few things before she has to babysit for Mrs. Jackson down the street."
Sam and Dean exchanged confused looks and then back to Mrs. Marks. "Iʼm confused. You know Lyssa?" Dean said, speaking up for the first time. Mrs. Marks smiled and shook her head. "Come on in boys." she said, moving away from the door and motioning them in.
"So, you know Sammy?" Dean asked once they were settled into the living room. "Of course I do. Jessica brought him along to our family reunion last summer." Mrs. Marks said, patting Sam on the knee and giving him a small smile. "Rachel is Jessicaʼs aunt." Sam explained. Dean nodded in understanding. "So, what can I help you boys with?" Rachel asked, maneuvering away from the subject of Jessica.
"Well, my brother and I are looking for Lyssa Moore." Sam explained. Rachel nodded and got up from her chair. She walked over to a bookshelf and pulled out what looked like an old photo album. She reached in and pulled out a photo, handing it to the boys. "This is Lyssa and Jessica at Jessicaʼs graduation." Rachel said, pointing to the two girls in the photo. Jessica was in her cap and gown and standing next to a girl who was an average hight, light chestnut haired woman who had deep, dark blue eyes and was wearing a beautiful light green sundress that cut off on one shoulder.
"Jessica knew her?" Sam asked, looking up from the photo and at the older woman. "Of course Jessica knew Lyssa. Lyssa is Jessicaʼs oldest cousin. Her mother was mine and Jasonʼs youngest sister." she said, taking the picture back when it was handed back to her. "Whereʼs her mother now?" Dean asked. Rachel was hesitant to answer, but decided there was nothing to worried about.
"Madelyn, my younger sister by four years, left home when she was eighteen to be a nun at a Catholic church in Columbus, Michigan. When she left, our parents disowned her and cut off all contact with her. The only ones she kept in contact with was me and Jason. Two moths after she left, she called me and told me she was pregnant. I was so happy for my little sister, but I knew she would get into trouble with the church.
"When she told me how it happened, I understood and knew that she wouldnʼt get into trouble. It was tragic, but something good came out of it all. Anyway, Madelyn died in childbirth and the next week, Lyssa was sent here to live with my husband and I. We couldnʼt have kids at the time and were so happy when she came to us. A nine years later our son was born and we raised them as siblings.
"Of course they know that their not actually brother and sister, but they act like it." she said, pulling out a second photo and handing it to Sam. In the photo was Lyssa and a young boy with dark red hair, dark brown eyes, and a childish face. "Thatʼs my son, John, on his fifteenth birthday." Rachel explained.
"I remember him. He was at the family reunion. Why wasnʼt Lyssa there?" Sam asked, handing the picture back. Rachel laughed and put the photo album back on the bookshelf. "She was a little busy with school. She had a lot of work that week and decided not to go." Rachel explained, sitting back down in her chair. "Where is Lyssa anyway?" Dean asked, trying to get back on topic.
Rachel looked down at her watch and then out the window. "She should be at work right now. If you boys want, sheʼll be home around 6 to pick up some things before she heads down to Mrs. Jacksonʼs. I hate to be this way, but I have to go pick John up from football practice." she said, getting up with the boys. "Thank you, Rachel." Sam said, smiling at the shorter woman. Rachel smiled back and gave Sam a tight hug in return.
"Well, weʼve got an hour till this Lyssa is supposed to be back. Why donʼt we stop by that coffee shop we passed on the way into town and lay low for now." Sam said, sliding into the passenger seat of the Impala. "There was a coffee shop?" Dean asked, sliding into the driverʼs seat. "Yeah. Kinda small, not noticeable if youʼre not paying attention."
"You saying I donʼt pay attention?" Dean asked, starting the car. Sam shook his head as Dean pulled the car off the side of the road and into the minimal traffic on the suburb street. The drive to the coffee shop was short and peaceful. "Wow, kinda dead around here considering itʼs so close to the campus." Sam said, as Dean pulled up to the small shop. "Maybe everyoneʼs got better things to do on a Friday night than spend it at a coffee shop." Dean retorted, parking the Impala.
Sam rolled his eyes and got out of the car, Dean following after him. "You definitely seem like the kinda guy who would hang out at the coffee shop to "study" after school." Dean said, looking around at the scenery. Before Sam could retort to Deanʼs comment, Dean stopped walking. "What college is this?" he asked. Sam looked around and then back at Dean. "Well, weʼre in Cambridge, Massachusetts and judging by the size of the campus, Iʼd say Harvard." Sam answered.
"Damn. Ivy League territory. Top class shit." Dean said with a grin as he started walking again.
"Well, Iʼll get us some coffee. Find us a nice cozy spot." Dean smirked, shrugging his jacket off and tossing it to Sam. Sam caught the jacket and went to find them a place to sit in the deserted coffee shop.
"Hello?" Dean called when he got up to the counter, finding no one there. "Hold on please! Iʼll be out in a sec!" came a call from the room towards the back. A few seconds later a shorter girl with wavy chestnut hair to the middle of her back and dark blue eyes walked out from the back of the room. Dean glanced down at her name tag and smirked. "Lyssa. Thatʼs a pretty name." Dean said, smirk still in place.
"Thanks. It was my grandmotherʼs too. What can I get for you?" she asked, smiling brightly at the older Winchester. "Um, two black coffees."
"Coming right up. Iʼll bring them to your table once theyʼre done." she said, turning to the coffee machine. "Thanks." Dean said, giving her a charming smile and made his way to the table where Sam was sitting with his compute open. "Shouldnʼt look up porn in a public place, Sammy. People might get the wrong idea." Dean said, sitting across from his brother. Sam gave him a pointed look and then went back to his computer. "Iʼm trying to find out where Lyssa works. Maybe we can catch up to her before she heads back to Rachelʼs." Sam said. Dean couldnʼt help but smirk. "Stalking chicks online? Not cool, dude. Whatʼd you find?" Dean asked.
"Well, there isnʼt much to find on her. Her recordʼs squeaky clean. All Iʼve found is her high school record. And thatʼs virtually perfect. The only thing wrong with it is that she failed calculus in the 10th grade and had to retake it in the 11th. Other than that, she had perfect grades. Nothing below an A." Sam said, scrolling through Lyssaʼs high school records. "Well, I may have gotten a better lead than you did." Dean said, smirking at his little brother.
"Whatʼd you mean?" Sam said, shutting his laptop and putting it back into his bag. "Two black coffees. Sorry it took so long. The machine was giving me a little trouble." came a voice from behind Sam. He turned around and then back to Dean, raising an eyebrow. "Thanks, Lyssa." Dean said, giving her another charming smile and taking the coffee cup offered to him. "Thanks." Sam said, taking the cup from her and then giving Dean an understanding and astonished look.
"Okay, I hate to say this, but you look really familiar. Have I seen you around here before?" Lyssa said abruptly, turning to Sam. "Sammyʼs got one of those faces." Dean joked, taking a sip of his coffee. "Sam? Winchester?" Lyssa asked, looking surprised at the younger brother. Sam gave her a small smile and nodded his head. "Yeah." he said, not wanting her to know that he already knew who she sorta was.
"Oh my god!" she said, throwing her arms around Samʼs neck. He let out a huff of air and glared at Dean when he gave his younger brother gave him a suggestive smirk while taking a drink of his coffee. Lyssa quickly pulled away and cleared her throat, fixing the dark blue uniform polo she was wearing. "Sorry. Um, I should explain." she said sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck.
Dean tried to stifle a laugh by taking another drink of his coffee. Sam shot him another bad look and then looked back up at Lyssa, giving her a small smile. "You dated my cousin before she died, Jessica Moore." she said, leaning against the table that was sitting behind her. Sam knew all this but decided to play it off as stupid. "And you are?" he asked. "Lyssa Moore, but a lot of people call me Lee." she said, extending her hand to the youngest Winchester.
"Wait, are you Lee? The Lee that Jessica would email constantly?" Sam asked, his eyes widening as he looked up at the "mysterious" woman. She nodded and then smiled sadly. "I miss her emails." she said softly. Then, any sign of sadness disappeared from her face as she pushed all the saddening thoughts of Jessica to the back of her mind. "She used to talk about you all the time in her messages. She said you were, uh, what was the word she used?" she asked herself, pausing for a minute to think back to all the emails that Jessica had sent that talked about Sam. "I donʼt remember what it was, but it was good!" she said abruptly, causing the brothers to jump. Just as Lyssa was about to say something else, the chime on the door when off.
"Iʼll be back in a minute." she said, pushing off the table and waving at the man who walked through the door. He was a rather tall man, with light brown hair, a pair of horn rimmed glasses, bright green eyes, and a bright smile. He put the brief case he was carrying and his coat down on the table next to the door and then headed over to the counter where Lyssa was waiting.
"Professor Baker, what can I get for you today?" she asked, smiling up at the older man and already making something for him. "Lee, whatʼve I told you about calling me professor outside of class?" he lightly chided, grinning when she laughed. "Sorry, Matthew. Iʼm not used to the whole not being formal with teachers after schoolʼs out thing." she apologized, handing him a to-go cup.
"Not a problem." he said, taking a sample taste of the coffee. "Perfect as always. Are you still babysitting? Morgan said something about you not being in the dorms tonight." he said, leaning against the counter. "Yeah. Mrs. Johnson again. I love Kelly and Jason. Theyʼre two of the sweetest kids Iʼve ever met." she answered with a bright smile.
"Okay, sheʼs at least half his age and heʼs flirting worse than I wouldʼve." Dean complained, looking away from the scene happening in front of him. "Hey, do you see that?" Sam asked, ignoring Deanʼs previous comment. Dean looked back up at the two at the counter and frowned in confusion. "See what?"
"There, on the back of his neck." Sam said, keeping his voice quiet. "Is that a mordetis mark?" he asked rhetorically. Dean and Sam exchanged a look and then looked back. "That would explain why heʼs all chummy with her." Dean commented. "We canʼt leave her alone with him, Dean. He wonʼt do anything if thereʼre people around. Heʼd wait till they were alone." Sam said.
"Well then, weʼd better keep an eye on this one." Dean said, keeping a close eye on Lyssa.