A/N: Takes place between "Bloody Mary" and "Skin"
And to tigereyekum's question, no. Cas is not her father. Her father'll be revealed much, much later.
Chapter Three-A Friend in Need is a Friend Indeed Part 2
Third Person POV
"Sorry about that, guys. He comes in everyday and orders the same thing. I guess itʼs just become routine." Lyssa said, walking back over to the Winchesterʼs table after Professor Baker had left with his order. "Donʼt worry about it." Dean said, giving her a lovely smile. She smiled back and leaned against the table she had been before. "I donʼt think I ever caught your name. Iʼd give you mine, but Iʼve already introduced myself to Sam and, well, itʼs written on my shirt." she said, gesturing to the name tag.
"Dean Winchester. Sammyʼs older brother and the better looking one." Dean answered, taking the hand she offered and brought to his lips and gave it a light kiss. Lyssa quickly pulled her hand away and turned her face to hide the blush that creeped up onto her cheeks. "So, I was wondering, whyʼs this place so empty?" Sam asked, glaring at his brother. Dean leaned back in his chair and smirked.
"Iʼm not sure. Itʼs usually packed on a Friday afternoon. Before I started working here, I came her all the time to study. I think it has something to do with the week off we have. Everyoneʼs headed home probably." she said, turning her attention to Sam. "You go to school here?" Sam asked astounded. Lyssa couldnʼt keep the grin off her face as she nodded yes. "There were only two from my high school that were accepted, a friend of mine and myself."
Sam and Lyssa spent the next ten minutes talking about college life until Lyssa glanced at the clock and jumped up. "Crap! I have to close up, guys. Iʼm so sorry! I hope to see you around sometime soon." she said before rushing to the back of the shop. Dean looked at Sam and shrugged his shoulders. "Well then, let the stalking begin." Dean said, getting up and shrugging his jacket on.
As soon as they made it out the door, Sam hit Dean in the shoulder. "Ow, what the hell?" Dean asked, rubbing his shoulder. It didnʼt hurt, it was more of a subconscious reaction. "What the hell were you think hitting on her? Thereʼs a reason weʼre here and itʼs not for you to sleep with her." Sam scolded as they crossed the street towards the Impala. "Come on, Sammy. It was just a little harmless flirting. Anyways, sheʼs hot." Dean retorted, smirking the entire time.
Sam rolled his eyes and opened the passenger door, sliding in at the same time as Dean. "Just donʼt do anything stupid." Sam uttered under his breath.
Lyssa walked out of the back of the coffee shop, pulling her arms through her jacket, only to find that Sam and Dean had left. She felt bad about kicking them out like that, but she wasnʼt willing to loose her job because she didnʼt close up on time and she still had to stop by her auntʼs to pick up a few things before heading to Mrs. Johnsonʼs. Grabbing her bag off the small chair behind the counter, she headed out the door and
locked it behind herself. She quickly walked back around the shop to where the small parking lot was located. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a set of keys and pressed the unlock button and unlocked the only car in the small lot. She put the keys into her jacket pocket and walked over to the silver Prius Sport.
She opened the door and slid in, threw her bag into the passenger seat, pulled her keys from her pocket, started the car, and backed out. The drive to her auntʼs wasnʼt too long, only about fifteen minutes, so she didnʼt bother with the radio.
She pulled into the driveway of her auntʼs house and parked behind their white mini van.
She got out and paused, looking across the street. She could have sworn she saw that ʼ67 Impala back at the coffee shop. Shaking her head, she put it to the back of her mind as just her being paranoid and walked up the small walkway that lead to the front porch.
Before she could even knock, the door flew open and a ball of red hair flew at her.
The next thing she knew, she was being picked up and spun around the porch. "Lee! Youʼre home! Iʼve missed you so much!" the ball of red hair said, giving Lyssa a big squeeze. "Itʼs good to see you too, John, but could you put me down? I canʼt breath." she said, trying to breath in. John might have been nine years younger than Lyssa, but he was much taller than her.
"Sorry." he apologized weakly, rubbing the back of his neck and giving her a sheepish smile. Lyssa just smiled and leaned up to kiss him on the cheek, "I missed you too, Johnny." John wrinkled his nose at the old nickname and walked back into the house.
Lyssa laughed and followed after him. "Whereʼs mom?" she asked, following after her surrogate brother.
"Kitchen." he replied and then went upstairs when his dad called for him. Lyssa made her way to the kitchen and leaned against the door, watching in amusement as her aunt tried to fit too much spaghetti sauce into too small a pan. "You should probably use a bigger pan." Lyssa commented, making her presence known. Rachel turned around and glared at her. "Donʼt tell me how to cook." she said, causing Lyssa to laugh.
Pushing off the wall, Lyssa walked over to Rachel and wrapped her arms around her in a tight hug. After they parted, Rachel went back to her sauce and Lyssa jumped up to sit on the counter. "So, are you spending your week off with us or with Morgan?" Rachel asked, going over to the sink to wash her hands. "Morganʼs heading home to spend time with her dad. She said she might come visit for a day or two, though." Lyssa explained. "I love her dad. Heʼs so sweet and would do anything for his little girl." Rachel said, putting the pot over the burner so the sauce would start heating up.
"I canʼt stay long. I have to be at Mrs. Johnsonʼs in ten minutes. Traffic was worse than Iʼd originally planned and now Iʼm running a little late." Lyssa said, sounding a little disappointed. Rachel laughed and leaned on the counter next to Lyssa. "Shouldʼve planned ahead." she teased, bumping Lyssaʼs leg with her elbow. "I did plan ahead. My plan just didnʼt go the way Iʼd planned."
Rachel chuckled and patted Lyssaʼs knee. "Go get ready and get outta here. Your father and I are going out tonight and leaving John here alone. I told him if he had any problems to come down the street and get you." Rachel explained, pushing off the counter and walking back over to the stove to check her sauce to make sure it didnʼt burn. "Okay. No problem." Lyssa said, hopping off the counter and fixing her shirt.
She walked over and wrapped her arms around Rachel in a tight hug. "Iʼll see you tomorrow and I love you." she whispered, tightening her hold. Rachel smiled and returned the hug. "Love you too, sweetie." she said with a smile before Lyssa let her go. Lyssa left the kitchen and headed upstairs to her old bedroom. Most parents, when their child leaves for college, change said childʼs room to an office, spare bedroom, or even an exercise room, but not Rachel and Matthew.
They had left Lyssaʼs room exactly how sheʼd left it and it made Lyssa smile every time she came home and went up to her old room.
Lyssaʼs POV
I couldnʼt help the tight feeling I felt in my chest when I opened the door and walked in. Everything was left exactly the way Iʼd left it. The only difference was that the bedding had been changed. Walking over to the closet across from my bed, I reached up to the shelf at the top and pulled down an old shoe box. The last time Iʼd babysat Kelly and Jason, Iʼd promised Iʼd bring them each a surprise.
Luckily they were both still really young and I didnʼt have to worry about going all out on the surprise. Theyʼd be happy with just about anything.
I sat the old shoe box down on my bed and opened it. Inside were momentous from my childhood. Rummaging through the multiple drawings and paintings, I found what I was looking for and put them both in my bad carefully. I made sure to put the lid back on the old box and put it back where Iʼd found it. Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I heard a terrible sound coming from the room next to mine.
Walking out and over to said room, I paused outside of the door. Deciding I didnʼt really feel like knocking, I opened the door and walked in. Just as I walked in, John fell off his bed with a surprised yell. "Were you talking to yourself?" I asked as he took my hand and I pulled him up. "Of course I was talking to myself. I needed expert advice." he said smugly, fixing his shirt. I couldnʼt help it when I doubled over in laughter.
"Hey! Donʼt come into my room and laugh at me!" he said, flopping back onto his bed. I stifled my laughing and collapsed next him. "So, what was that ear retching sound I head a couple of minutes ago?" I asked, crossing my arms behind my head as I looked up at the ceiling where there was a small hole. I looked over at John and raised an eyebrow. "Do I wanna know?" I asked skeptically.
John threw his arm over his face and tried not to laugh. "I had an accident with the ceiling fan earlier. Dad gave me the drill to fix it and then I may have lost control of said drill and drilled a hole in my ceiling." he explained, his voice slightly muffled by his arm. I pursed my lips, trying to keep myself from laughing. "Whyʼd dad trust you with a drill? He shouldʼve known better then that." I said through deep breaths.
John rolled his eyes and let out an amused laugh of his own. "Apparently not."
Third Person POV
After what felt like hours of sitting and talking with her brother, she finally made her way out the front door. She couldnʼt help but pause again and look at the black Impala that was still parked across the street. She had to admit to herself that she didnʼt think it was her being paranoid anymore. It was a beautiful car, but she knew sheʼd seen it somewhere before.
She was pulled from her thoughts when her phone buzzed in her pocket. Pulling out her phone, she slid into the driverʼs seat and opened the message.
Call me when you get the chance. I wanna talk to you about classes next week.-MM Lyssa rolled her eyes and replied.
Youʼre nuts. Schoolʼs out for the next week. Iʼm not going to talk about school.-LM
Lyssa threw her phone into the passenger seat and backed out of the driveway, making the short drive to Mrs. Johnsonʼs.
"Lyssa, I canʼt thank you enough. Thomas and I need this break so much." the little red headed woman who was Mrs. Johnson said with a large, thankful smile of her face. "Itʼs not problem at all, Mrs. Johnson. Iʼm willing to babysit anytime." Lyssa replied. Mrs. Johnson went back into the house and Lyssa followed. Once they were inside, Lyssa was attacked by Kelly and Jason.
"Hey, calm down, munchkins!" Lyssa said, laughing and hugging both of them back. "Rebecca and I will be back around midnight. Make sure these two are in bed by then." Mr. Johnson said, slipping his jacket on. Lyssa could never understand how Mrs. Johnson, a sweet little woman, could find anything in Thomas Johnson. He was rude, discourteous, and disrespectful to anyone he thought wasnʼt as good as him.
"Yes sir." Lyssa said respectfully. Mrs. Johnson gave Lyssa one last thankful smile and walked out the door with Mr. Johnson. Once she was sure the Johnsonʼs were far enough away, Lyssa knelt down so she was eye level with the kids. "I bring gifts!" she said, laughing when they both got excited looks on their faces. Lyssa slug her bad off her shoulder and reached inside. "For Kelly, because your the youngest," she said, pulling out an old worn out book. "It was mine when I was your age. An...old friend of mine used to read it to me before I went to bed. It has some of my favorite stories in it." she said, handing the old, worn out book to the blonde girl. Taking the book, Kelly looked at the title and smiled even though she couldnʼt read.
"I love it!" she said, clutching it to her chest and then wrapped her arms around Lyssa in a tight hug. Lyssa quickly returned the hug and then turned to the black haired boy with round glasses. "And you, Jason, get something that belonged to John when he was your age. He was going to throw it away, but I saved it just in case." she said, reaching into her bag again.
She pulled out Johnʼs old, worn out baseball glove from when he went through his baseball stage. She knew how much Jason loved baseball, but his dad wouldnʼt let him play because he wanted his son to play football like he did when he was in school. Jason took the glove tentatively and then gave Lyssa a questioning look. "Dad doesnʼt let me play baseball." he said.
Even though he was only ten, Jason had serious issues with his father. Lyssa felt bad for him and every time she came to babysit, she made sure to give both children the attention she knew their father didnʼt give them. "Itʼll be our little secret." she said, giving him a wink and then standing up. "Can we play?" Jason asked after moments of contemplation. "Of course." Lyssa said, ruffling his hair. Jason gave her a wide grin and ran into the backyard.
Lyssa looked down when there was a tug on the hem of her shirt. "Will you read me a story tonight before I go to bed, like your friend did for you?" Kelly asked, giving Lyssa the biggest wide-eye look she possibly could. Lyssa chuckled. "Of course. Why donʼt you come outside and supervise our little baseball game?" she asked, brushing Kellyʼs hair back from her face. Kelly nodded and ran upstairs to put her book down and then ran after her brother outside.
A few hours later, all three of them sat at the kitchen counter eating dinner. When Lyssa asked what they wanted, they both shouted Mac ʻnʼ Cheese. The kids had about half an hour till they had to be in bed and Lyssa was glad that sheʼd made their day a little better. Once they were done with dinner, Lyssa sent both of them upstairs to get ready for bed while she washed the dishes.
Lyssa walked into Jasonʼs room and sat on the edge of his bed when he was tucked in and ready for sleep. "Thanks for the glove, Lee." he said. Lyssa smiled and ruffled his hair. "Our little secret?" she asked. He nodded and leaned up to hug her. She hugged him back and shut off the light that was on his nightstand before getting up and shutting his door.
She went to the room next Jasonʼs which was Kellyʼs. She walked in and smiled when she saw Kelly hiding under the blankets. "Well, I guess since Kelly isnʼt here, I canʼt read her a story. I guess Iʼll just have to go downstairs and see if I can find someone to read to." she said, turning around and was about to leave when she heard a giggle. "Iʼm right here, Lee!" she said, throwing the blankets from over her head and throwing her small arms up in the air.
Lyssa laughed and sat on the edge of Kellyʼs bed. "So, which story do you want me read?" she asked, grabbing the book off the nightstand where Kellyʼd put it earlier. "The second one. It has the prettiest pictures." she said, hugging the pink rabbit in her arms tighter. Lyssa shifted so that Kelly was sitting in her lap and could see the pictures while she read the story about knights, princesses, and dragons.
Lyssa shut Kellyʼs door quietly and headed downstairs. She flopped onto the couch and jumped when there was a knock at the door. She glanced at her watch and raised an eyebrow. It was only 10:15. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson wouldnʼt be back and they wouldnʼt knock at their own door.
Lyssa got up off the couch and headed for the front door. She looked out the peep hole and stepped back from the door confused. She opened the door slightly and gave a small smile. "Professor Bak-I mean Matthew, whatʼre you doing here? At this time of night?" she asked, her smile faltering a little.
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