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therainroguefanfiction · 4 years ago

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📱 Find Me (Tooru Oikawa) #8; He Knows

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Author’s Note: I feel like I’m slowly getting more story based opposed to text message based ;_; Tell me what you guys think? Do you prefer more story over pictures or do you prefer more pictures and less story??

Shoutout to @janellion for helping me bounce around ideas for this series, it means the world to me. Go follow them if you’re not already, they are precious! <3

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The lunch bell rang and you darted from the room before Watari even had a chance to register it. Ever since he had confronted you and you had run into Oikawa in the hallway, you had been going out of your way to avoid everyone and, thankfully, you had found the hidden staircase that led to the roof.

Well, it wasn’t really hidden perse, but it was in a spot that wasn’t easily seen unless you were actively looking for it. You had taken advantage of this, hiding up on the roof every time you were free from class. At first, you took to hiding behind the large AC unit toward the back of the roof, just in case someone else happened up there, but after a couple of days without seeing a single person, you started to relax.

You slid down the AC unit, letting your head fall back to look up at the sky. It was a baby blue with only a couple stray clouds slowly making their journey onward. It wasn’t extremely hot, but it was definitely warm, especially without any coverage from the sun.

Every time you had a problem that you were incapable of figuring out a solution to, you would go to your cousin for advice. He very rarely had anything to offer you, since he was just as anti-social as yourself, but talking to him always made you feel a bit better about whatever you were going through, so you decided to message him. Like always, though, it would probably be a while before he read the message, far too wrapped up in the mobile game he had recently become obsessed with.

After sending the message, you pulled up Spotify, plugging in your headphones before putting your playlist on shuffle. Your eyes slid closed as the music started to pump through your ears, your foot tapping in time with the song.

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As the beat pulsed through your body, your lips forming the words silently, you felt the tension releasing from your shoulders and, for a moment, you forgot about the situation you had found yourself in.

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“…Oikawa, what the fuck are you wearing?” Iwaizumi stared at the third-year with a blank face, dreading whatever answer the male was about to deliver.

The brown-haired male quirked a brow as he turned around, dressed in camo from head to toe, looking as if he had just stepped off the set of Duck Dynasty. Though he was still wearing his school uniform, he was now wearing baggy pants over it, held up by thin suspenders. A camo jacket, two sizes too big for his frame, covered his back and arms, left unzipped. To top off the look, he was wearing an army hat atop his head. “Is it not obvious?”

“…”

“I’m going on the hunt to find someone! What better way than to wear camo? They’ll never see me coming!”

“You’re a dumbass,” Iwaizumi rolled his eyes before turning around and walking away.

“How rude, Iwa-chan!” He pouted, his cheeks expanding. The other students also looked at him strangely, wondering why he was dressed like that. Even one of the teachers stopped to scold him for not wearing his uniform properly, but he just flashed one of his charismatic smiles and promised to get changed, but he had no intention of doing so, at least not right away.

Being the perceptive little shit that he is, Oikawa knew that Watari was holding back information, so his first stop was to the second-year’s classroom. Upon entering, the younger boy was quite literally left speechless as he looked upon his captain, wondering if he was on drugs.

Oikawa met his eyes, palms smacking onto the tabletop. “You know who F/N is, don’t you?”

Watari frowned as he looked to the left, his eyes falling onto your empty desk. He hadn’t missed the way that you were suddenly avoiding everyone. He knew that you were a relatively anti-social individual, but now you seemed to be taking it to an extreme degree and he was partly to blame. Oikawa followed his gaze to the empty desk but said nothing, returning his eyes to the younger male before he could notice.

“Sorry, I don’t think I should say…” Watari frowned, a bit scared of what his captain would say in return. To his surprise, though, Oikawa simply nodded his head, his face a blank mask to hide what he was feeling.

“I respect that.” Straightening his back, the third-year turned on his heel and exited the room, but he wasn’t done. Not by a long shot. He stood outside the room, hidden just beyond the door and he waited. From the angle he stood at, he was hidden from Watari but the empty desk was directly in his line of sight. He tugged down the brim of the hat to cover his face.

No one expected Oikawa Tooru to be dressed in such a crude way, after all, so no one suspected it was him whose face was hidden, least of all you.

You waited until the last possible second before heading back to class, the bell ringing just as you turned the corner. In your haste to get there before the teacher, you failed to notice the creep decked out in camo by the back door of the room. Oikawa recognized you, of course. Not only had you scared him half to death upon first meeting him, but he had also nearly pushed you down the stairs the other day in his haste to avoid his fans.

Now that he was thinking about it, you had been carrying manga when he ran into you. His eyes widened as he watched you scurrying to the very desk Watari had been looking at.

It was you.

He had found his friend.

His lips parted but before he could move, the teacher appeared in front of him with a scowl upon her youthful face. “Oikawa-san, what do you think you’re doing out of class? And in that ridiculous get-up, no less! There’s a dress code for a reason, young man.” She huffed, her hand on her hip. “Detention after school. Do not be late.”

His mouth opened and closed much like a grounded fish as he tried to form a coherent thought, but his mind was reeling with thoughts of you, the person he had been so stubbornly searching for, and you were right there, just a few feet away.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Get to class!” She ordered.

Oikawa had no choice but to obey, casting one last look at you before doing so.

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You missed a lot of things, especially if someone was being subtle, but being so anti-social made you more aware of the people around you and what they were looking at, despite the fact that they rarely ever looked in your direction. So when Watari spent the rest of the day after lunch looking over at you every few seconds, you started to feel quite weary. Not only did you not like the attention, but you also didn’t like the thought that he was planning something that had to do with Oikawa.

Your eyes shot to the clock above the door. Five minutes until the end of school. It was now or never. Your hand shot into the air, making Sasaki-sensei pause what she was reading.

“Yes, Y/N-san?”

You stood up, face twisted as you held a hand over your stomach. “I feel sick, may I please leave early?”

She frowned, glancing at the clock. “I suppose so. Do feel better.”

You nodded and quickly grabbed your bag, rushing from the room. You could feel Watari’s eyes following you, which only made you run faster and you didn’t stop until you were safely outside the gate of Aobajohsai. The bell rang in the distance and you ducked into the alleyway, deciding to take the less scenic route to your home.

Thankfully, this isn’t some cliche story out of an anime, so you made it home without coming across a single person you knew, which was fairly easy since you could count the people you knew on just two hands.

Your mother raised a brow when you stepped into the house, looking suspicious and out of breath, the door slamming loudly behind you. “You’re home earlier than usual,”

“Wasn’t feeling good,” you mumbled, kicking your shoes off.

“Oh dear, you’re not getting sick are you?” She fussed, rushing over to you to rest her hand against your forehead, but you only scowled, taking a step back.

“I’m fine, I just wanna go to bed.”

“Fine, but if you’re not better in the morning, you’re not going to school!”

As you trudged up the stairs, that didn’t seem like such a bad idea. ‘I’ve never wanted a cold so bad before. No, wait, the universe works on reverse psychology, doesn’t it? In that case – no, I don’t want a cold! Tomorrow is important, oh please fate, don’t make me sick tomorrow with a cold that keeps me out of school for, say, a week or two!’ You paused outside your bedroom door, as if waiting for the universe to offer a reply, but the house remained silent.

With a sigh, you entered your room, falling onto your bed.

Bzzt, Bzzt.

You winced at the sound of your phone buzzing within your bag, pleading with every deity you could think of that it wasn’t Oikawa messaging you again. ‘Oh, Ken finally replied.’

You frowned at the screen. Several minutes passed by in tense silence before you got another notification saying that you had been added to a group chat by Kenma. The group chat, titled ‘Help my idiot cousin‘ consisted of Kenma, yourself, and another boy named Kuroo. You had never met the boy, but you recognized the name instantly as your cousin’s childhood friend. Why had he added him?

You were scared to find out.

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idreamofhazeleyes · 6 years ago

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Ties in Blood - Chapter 17

Here’s Chapter 17. Not sure if I’ll continue posting here after the 17th, but will continue posting on AO3 under the same title and username of LupusCorvus. If you want, feedback’s welcomed but not forced.

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Chapter 17

“This is stupid,” Xander said. “Having them along with the possessed item is putting all of us at risk.”

Aaliyah had insisted they stop at a rest stop to stretch legs, use the restroom, and do whatever for a short time. Plus, it gave her and Xander to stand off to a side and have a private conversation about what was going on without their half siblings overhearing. “I know that. But what we supposed to do? I don’t know what to do with a possession here, Xander. There’s bound to be a method her that the Winchesters hadn’t told me about while dealing with the yellow eye demon.”

“Bobby didn’t tell you?”

“I didn’t know until after we left the house, remember?” Aaliyah strained to keep her voice low. “There’s got to be something more to this than a case of missing family members and a possible possessed item. I’m open for ideas, here.”

“Could always burn it,” Xander suggested. “That’s seen as a purifying rite in some cultures.”

Aaliyah nibbled at her lip in thought. “It might work, but I feel like there’s something else that goes with that. Unless that��s just for corpses.” She glanced around as a couple people came too close for her comfort. “I really don’t get this, why come all this way to find siblings we didn’t know about, to help destroy a possessed item, and act like this was just another day in the park for us?”

“Because our lives are complicated,” Xander answered. “You know hunters don’t really get the good hand at the card table.”

Aaliyah nodded. “I hate complicated. What happened to the days we knew what we were facing?”

Xander shrugged. “Remember back when I pretended to be a knight off to slay the dragon? And you were the captured princess.”

“If I remember right, we were both knights, and a stuffed animal was the princess.” Aaliyah smiled a little as the memory faded in piece by piece. “You decided to try and be all heroic and show offish.”

“And you kicked me down and ran in to play hero,” Xander pointed out. “I think that carried over to now.”

“You think?”

“You’re the one who charged in to slay the dragon in college.”

“Are we going or not?” Nissa shouted.

Aaliyah turned around to see her sister standing by the car. “There’s something about her I like. Leo on the other hand … He might get hit during a hunt.” She started for the car. There she found Leo already in his seat in a brooding position. Aaliyah shook her head when she slid into the front seat.

“What?” Leo asked.

“Nothing.”

“That head shake isn’t nothing.”

Aaliyah took a deep breath to steady herself as she turned to face her half brother. “Your constant brooding and butting heads with us. We’re here to help you and your sister…”

“She’s your sister as well.” Leo leaned forward.

“By blood only. What makes you think I should care about that?” Aaliyah worked her way around in the seat and stared Leo down for a minute before her mind brought up the memory of her watching Sam and John butting heads when dealing with the vampire nest. “Listen, Leo. Trust goes both ways. Nissa’s willing to trust us after knowing us for a short time. You. You’re not. I don’t know if that’s you trying to protect yourself or if it’s just part of your personality.”

“You’re not so open either, big sis,” Leo countered. “Are all hunters like that, or just you?”

“Most hunters want out of the life,” Aaliyah told him. “And I’m telling you now, since you’re not that deep in it to get out while you can. Not every hunt’s gonna be a milk run. You’ve seen the scars from the werewolf I took out. I could have died…”

“But you didn’t,” Leo cut in.

“Because I got lucky,” Aaliyah countered. “It may not happen next time. This possessed item you and Nissa have, if you actually have it, needs to be destroyed. The longer you have it, the longer the spirit attached to it gets to roam and do damage.” She stared Leo down, half aware that Nissa and Xander had gotten into the car and were watching. “You and Nissa have been hunting for a few months. Xander and I have been hunting for the better part of two years. We know what we’re doing.”

“Then how do you get rid of a ghost attached to a person?”

Aaliyah blinked a few times, taken back by the turn of events.

“You told me the ghost was attached to that family portrait we burned,” Nissa broke into the conversation. “Why didn’t you tell me …”

“Because you’d try to burn me as well,” Leo countered. “I’d like to live a few more years.”

“I think this is a call to Bobby,” Xander whispered to Aaliyah.

She shook her head. “I don’t wanna call him if we can figure this out.” Aaliyah racked her mind in the attempt to think of people who could help. “I think there’s someone back in Michigan would could help.”

“I’m game,” Leo said.

“I can’t promise it’ll work,” Aaliyah told him.

“I want this thing away from me,” Leo told her. “The quicker we get there, the better.”

Aaliyah sighed. “Alright. Xander.” She shifted back around in the seat. “Make all haste to Ann Arbor Michigan.” She freed her cell and thumbed through her contacts before dialing one.

“Thank you for calling Stone Dragon, Cassandra speaking,” a female voice greeted.

“Hey, Sandra,” Aaliyah greeted. “It’s Aaliyah.”

“I just had a vision about you,” Sandra said. “You were in a car crash and unable to move. A man with yellow eyes looked down at you with a blade in his hand. Do you know anything about that?”

“Can’t say that I do,” Aaliyah half lied. “Hey, I got a bit of a question and problem for you. If you’re up for the challenge.”

“Anything for you, love.”

“I got someone with me who’s got a ghost attached to them,” Aaliyah started, hearing a small hiss from Sandra. “Yeah, sounds bad. Is there anything you know or can do to remove the ghost?”

“There’s a couple things that might work, but I need to see the person to know how bad it is,” Sandra said. “How quick can you get there?”

“We’re on our way now from the west side of Saint Louis. Give us …” Aaliyah looked at the clock as she fought with the map. “A day plus some.”

“I can make it faster than that,” Xander chimed in.

Aaliyah felt the car gain speed. “It’s a good seven and a half hour drive, but my brother’s wanting to shorten that.”

“You just give me a call when you get across state lines,” Sandra requested.

“If I’m not sleeping, I will. I’ll see you when we get in.” Aaliyah hung up after receiving Sandra’s farewell.

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“The roads here suck,” Xander complained as he made a turn following Aaliyah’s directions.

“Another reason why I walked or took public transit,” Aaliyah said, stretching. “There’s a couple lots right there you can see if there’s open spots in. I think the limit’s two hours. Hopefully we won’t be here that long.” She unbuckled even as Xander gained a parking spot behind a set of two story buildings.

“How long does it take?” Leo questioned as he pulled himself from the car.

Aaliyah shrugged. “Never had to deal with ghost attachments to people. This is a first.” She padded her pants pockets, assuring herself that she had her wallet and cell on her. Music that sounded like it was easily from the 1950s carried from the courtyard to the parking lot.

“What building is it?” Xander called out as he headed for the parking meter to pay.

“The one right in front of you,” Aaliyah answered as she stepped onto the narrow brick path then up the wooden steps. She led the way down the wooden ramp into the courtyard where an elderly man with bowed legs ambled about watering the plants. Aaliyah waved back to him when he noticed her and waved.

“You know him?” Nissa asked, coming up beside Aaliyah.

“Kinda,” Aaliyah answered. “There’s been a few times me and some college friends would stop in for either brunch on the weekends or dinner after class. It’s small and outta the way.”

“And the flags?” Leo asked.

“Gay bar,” Aaliyah said. “Pretty sure the owners are partners and also own the bookstore next to it as well. Love the dog there.” She turned and climbed the few steps to the building painted in the colors related to the chakras.

“And this place is attached as well?” Leo questioned. “Cuz with the paint job…”

“Nope. That’s the colors associated with the chakras,” Aaliyah answered.

“Since when did you become all new agey?” Xander questioned.

Aaliyah shrugged. “Back when I was in college.”

“You, college?”

Aaliyah heard disbelief in Leo’s voice. “Believe it or not, I attended U of M right down the street for their nursing program.” She opened the door and stepped into the main part of the shop.

Meditative music was piped softly through the sound system and the lingering scent of lavender and vanilla hung in the air. The sunlight caught in a stain glass frame of Yaggdrasill, casting the colors onto the wooden floor below. A good sized selection of crystal lined a wall while the area by the bay windows hosted a small but functional library.

“Nice,” Nissa complimented. “Feeling better already.”

“They hold classes upstairs,” Aaliyah said. “Yoga and mediation mostly. But there’s been times where the classes were like ‘make your own’ something. Or ‘learn how to’ classes.”

“That can’t be Aaliyah,” a voice called from upstairs.

Aaliyah looked up the stairs to see a woman a few years older than her poke her head around the corner down at her. “Why can’t it be Aaliyah?”

“Because the Aaliyah I know graduated and went to work at a hospital.” The woman started down the stairs and held her arms out to Aaliyah for a hug. “I’m glad you’re alright. I knew those two men were up to no good.”

Aaliyah accepted the hug, warmth flowing around her. “I’m fine, I promise. Just … a bit banged up.” She pulled away and smiled. “There’s stuff to tell you, but after what brought us here.”

“Right, this apparently ghost attachment.” The woman turned her attention to the other three who had huddled together away from her. “I’m Sandra, welcome.”

“That’s Xander, Nissa, and Leo,” Aaliyah introduced, gesturing to each. “It’s a bit of a story. Xander you may know from my stories.”

“Right, the older brother who looked out for you,” Sandra said with a nod.

“Nissa and Leo…They’re half siblings. Our father decided to drop the bombshell on me and Xander a few days ago. Said they were missing, not so much.”

“It was supposed to have been a simple thing,” Nissa started to crack before Leo elbowed her in the side.

“It’s okay, love,” Sandra said. “I know all about hunting and the things that go bump in the night. You think there’s only one hunter who stays at home and helps others out in the field?”

Aaliyah caught some looks. “Bobby,” she said before hearing the ‘ah has’ from her siblings. “So, you knew John and Dean and didn’t say anything about them to me?”

Sandra half shrugged before she moved down from the stairs and for the back room. “I figured they were just in town for the werewolf. I had heard that a college student had gotten involved, but really didn’t put two and two together when I saw you next.”

Aaliyah followed along even as she caught her siblings moving around the shop out of the corner of her eyes. “I was here about a month after the fight. How would you have known?”

“Word gets around.” Sandra started shifting through the cupboards and pulled items out. Some she put on the counter while others she put away. “So, who’s the one with the attachment?”

“That would be Leo.”

“What? Oh.”

Aaliyah angled herself as Leo came up beside her.

“I just wanna know if I can get rid of it,” Leo said.

“That’s one of the things I wanna find out here.” Sandra put what she pulled out into a basket and started for the door. “There’s all types of spirits out in the world, some mean no harm, others do, and there’s some that go about their business like they don’t know that they’re dead.”

“There’s names for those,” Nissa said. “Oh, what are they?”

“Intelligent, poltergeist, and residual,” Sandra answered. “There’s more names, but those three tend to be the more common names.” She headed back up the stairs. “Come along, you four. Now, Leo. When did you start to notice the spirit around you?”

“Oh, about a couple weeks after finishing a case. And that was … about a month ago.”

“Have you noticed anything odd? Any sort of injury you couldn’t account for?”

Aaliyah gave Leo a reassuring nod when he shot her a look questioning the amount from Sandra.

“Just things being moved for the most part,” Leo said.

“There’s been voices I couldn’t account for,” Nissa added. “I’d be alone in the motel and hear something from the bathroom or another part of the room.”

“Pretty common for an intelligent haunt or attachment,” Sandra said, putting the basket on the table.

The table had been pre-set with a small array of crystals and a few candles in place. Five chairs had been placed around it.

“Go ahead and take a seat,” Sandra requested.

Aaliyah looked at her siblings before taking a seat, muttering to herself about being the first one to take a seat.

“So, what’s all involved in this thing?” Leo asked, taking the chair next to Aaliyah.

“I’ll walk you all through into a relaxed state,” Sandra said, lighting a sage bundle on fire, allowing the smoke to trail upward. “Then I’ll focus mainly on you, Leo, with the hope of finding out why the spirit attached themselves to you.”

“Why are we involved?” Xander questioned. “We’re not effected by it.”

“True, but there’s more energy with more people. Now, go ahead and get comfortable. Steady your breaths, even them out, allow yourself to fall deeper into relaxation.”

Aaliyah adjusted herself in the chair as Sandra’s voice changed to a relaxed pitch that held the lure of being able to put someone to sleep. Her breathing evened out, her ribs stopped complaining for a time, and her eyes closed even as her chin dropped down to her chest.

Sandra’s voice guided them into imagining roots branching out from their feet into the ground.

Aaliyah’s hair stood on end as a drift of wind barely grazed her neck. Something told her to reach out around her with her energy. The table and chair were first, followed by Leo on one side of her and someone else – Sandra – on the other. Aaliyah eased around the table and felt Nissa and Xander across from her. There was something else in the room with them, and the little hunter voice in Aaliyah’s mind told her to go check it out. She edged around the table and stood in front of it even as it stayed the few feet away. The feel of the spirit wasn’t evil or bad, but Aaliyah had a feeling not to mess with it.

“Hunter,” came from the energy mass. “Kill.”

Aaliyah contorted her face in confusion. She dug through her mind to send out “Yes, hunter. No, kill.” There was more she wanted to send out to assure whatever spirit was there that she wasn’t there to kill or destroy. “Why attach brother?”

“Accident. Want move on.”

Words drifted into her consciousness as she watched the spirit fizzled in and out. Aaliyah sent out a piece of her energy over to the spirit, willing it to unattach itself from Leo and move on. She watched the spirit disappear from her sight before the sensation of feeling it faded away. Sandra’s voice drifted in again, giving instructions to return to their bodies. Aaliyah saw the temptation of remaining out of her body even as she heard the voices of her siblings ask why she hadn’t moved. A voice told her that giving up wouldn’t be that easy with Xander there. Aaliyah turned and floated back to her body, her energy being absorbed by it.

“Come on, Aaliyah,” Xander’s voice pled. “Don’t you give up yet.”

Aaliyah took a breath and held it even as she moved her body. Her lungs burned a little before she released the breath.

“There we go,” Xander said, relief in his voice. “Don’t do that again.”

“Do what again?” Aaliyah attempted to play off.

“You know what.”

Aaliyah smiled at him. “I’m fine, trust me. It’ll take more than a ghost to make me not wanna come back.” She eased herself up out of the chair, using the table to keep herself stable until blood circulated back through her legs. “Did it work?”

“I’m not sensing anything past us four,” Sandra said. “I would still keep an eye out in the next few weeks just to make sure.”

“I don’t feel any different,” Leo pointed out. “Am I supposed to feel different?”

“I’m not surprised you don’t feel different,” Sandra said. “You’ve only had the attachment for a short time, so you may not have any adverse reaction about. Go ahead and check out the store. Aaliyah, can I have a word with you?”

“Yeah, sure.” Aaliyah followed Sandra downstairs and into the back. “What’s up?”

“I’ve heard about what happened to the Winchesters,” the older woman said, turning to Aaliyah. “Word travels fast in the hunting community. You’re crazy getting involved in a big hunt like that. Going up against a powerful demon like that is stupid. What went through your head?”

“Paying back a favor to Dean,” Aaliyah answered without missing a beat. “He helped me when I was looking for my own father and brother. Peg it to be wrong in trying to help them when they helped me. But you’re worried about me going toe to toe against a demon, but not a werewolf?”

Sandra sighed. “You’ve survived all your hunts, which is better than most people who got into hunting. I’m just worried about you, that’s all.”

“You and Xander seem to be the only two who are well within that category.” Aaliyah heard her siblings work their way down the stairs into the shop. “I’m still holding court on Nissa and Leo.”

“Who are they to you?”

“Blood, half from my father side,” Aaliyah said. “Met them a few days ago.” She turned her head to the door. “Not sure what to make of them just yet.”

“What ever you decide to do, I hope you’ll be content in it,” Sandra told her. “It’s hard to come by good people in life. If the group of you can get along well enough, the four of you might make a good hunting team.”

Aaliyah opened her mouth to respond right when her cell started ringing. “Hello?”

“Where are you?” Dean’s voice shouted through the earpiece. “Why aren’t you at Bobby’s?”

“Something came up and Xander and I decided to check it out,” Aaliyah told him, risking putting the cell back to her ear. “We should be back in a couple days.”

“You should be working on getting your driver’s license,” Dean said, his voice had dropped back down, but still raised. “Or studying up on more lore.”

“There’s only so much lore I can stuff into my head, Dean.” Aaliyah caught Xander look up over to her when she said Dean’s name. She waved him off. “We’ll head back today even.”

“You better,” Dean said, his voice had returned to its normal level, as if he was assured that she was safe and willing to return back to Bobby’s.

“Yeah, we will. Love you, Jerk.”

“Ass,” Dean replied before his end cut off.

Aaliyah caught Sandra’s arched eyebrow in a silence question. “Dean, the one who had help with the werewolf a few years ago. Xander, we should get food and what not before we head back to Bobby’s.”

“Not to Casey’s?” he asked.

Aaliyah shook her head. “We can call him once we get there.”

“Who’s Bobby?”

***

“Are you all just popping up like daisies?” Bobby asked as Aaliyah brought up the rear of her siblings.

“You knew there were a couple siblings out there,” Aaliyah said. “We weren’t really planning on rushing back here; but someone had insisted we come back here instead of closing the case.”

“And what do you expect me to do?”

“We’ll figure it out, Bobby,” Xander said. “Unless Casey decided to stay in town and make an unannounced stop in here.”

Aaliyah dropped her bags on the couch. “Needless to say, the whole missing children weren’t really missing. They were off on their own hunting thing and apparently didn’t make a check in call. Then a ghost attachment had us make a trip back to Michigan. I know someone back there not far from campus that helped.”

“It made for an interesting road trip,” Xander commented, handing Aaliyah a beer from the fridge.

“Yeah, comparing stories from our childhoods,” Aaliyah said, opening the beer and taking a drink of it. “Any word from the boys?”

“They’re over at the roadhouse,” Bobby said. “They’ve finished up a case Ellen had for John. Oh, Aaliyah, your things came in the mail.” He reached over to the table and handed over a couple envelopes.

“Oh, good. This means I can finally go get that permit.”

***

Aaliyah signed her name to the thirty day permit paper while Bobby handled the rest of the with the worker. His address would work for any of her mailing and current resident needs, on the term that she didn’t do anything stupid to get in trouble with the law.

“Here,” Bobby said, handing her the keys as they left the building. “Might as well get some practice in.”

“You’re trusting me now with the keys?”

“No sense on not letting you drive now. We’re just gonna make a couple stops before heading back. And maybe work on your parking.”

Aaliyah pulled herself into the truck and put the keys into the ignition before buckling up. Bobby guided her through backing up as she moved the truck and started driving. She sensed Bobby holding back a lot of his anger, letting it build up, as she wasn’t getting up to full speed along the main roads.

“I could always get out and walk back home,” Aaliyah threatened. “Leave you here in the middle of the road.”

It seemed to calm Bobby down before he motioned to an open curb spot near the store he wanted to stop in. Aaliyah followed his steps in coming up beside the car in front of the spot before angling the front wheels and backing up into the open spot. She ignored Bobby’s endless “Easy” as she straightened the truck out enough out of the flow of traffic before turning the engine off.

“You stay here,” Bobby instructed as he climbed out. “I shouldn’t be too long here.”

“Shoulda brought a book,” Aaliyah commented as the door closed. She let her gaze drift out of focus as she watched the traffic drive by. She jumped a little when a knuckle rap came at the window. Her heart started racing seeing the officer on the other side of the window.

“Can I help you, ma’am?” Aaliyah asked as she rolled down the window.

“You didn’t feed the meter,” she said. “I’m gonna have to ask you to move or feed it.”

“I … umm…” Aaliyah started looking through the truck in search of any loose change Bobby may have kept. “Give me a minute, I’m sure my uncle’s got something in here.”

“Who’s your uncle?”

“Sherriff Mills,” Bobby’s voice drifted into the cab.

Relief flooded Aaliyah’s body even as she continued to search the cab for loose change.

“Bobby,” Sherriff Mills said, mild surprise in her voice. “This your niece?”

Aaliyah took that as her cue to sit up and lock gaze with the older hunter.

“Yeah, she is,” Bobby said. “What of it?”

“It’s the parking meter,” Mills answered.

“I told you to put some money into it, Uncle Bobby,” Aaliyah told him, giving him a smile even as he shot her a quick look. “Not sure if you actually heard me or not.”

“I’ll cut you a break, Singer,” Mills said. “You and your niece here can head on out, since she’s…”

“First day behind the wheel, ma’am,” Aaliyah finished. “Uncle Bobby’s been teaching me.”

“You pass your test and show me the certificate, I’ll make sure you get something for surviving driving with him,” Mills said.

“I’ll do that,” Aaliyah said.

“I’ll see you then, Ms. …”

“Aaliyah,” she introduced herself.

“Uh huh,” Mills closed the ticket book. “I wanna see that driver’s license when you get.”

“Absolutely,” Aaliyah agreed. She watched the sheriff walk away even as Bobby took her place.

“What got your head, kid?” he snapped.

“It got you outta a parking ticket, Bobby,” Aaliyah snapped back. She stretched a little and massaged her knee. “Come on, my body’s protesting. And I don’t know how much longer Xander can last against Captain Cold and the daughter of Ra’s al Ghul.”

***

Aaliyah spotted the Impala as she pulled up to the house. The drive back from town had been uneventful save for Bobby giving her instructions and tips on how to drive and what to do in certain situations. She tossed him the keys even as she slid from the driver’s seat. Bobby seemed drawn to something out in the yard, leaving Aaliyah to head inside. With a breath to steady herself, she headed inside.

She half hid in the kitchen and watched Dean stare down Leo. Aaliyah met Xander’s gaze and smirked when he gave a small shrug. Aaliyah spotted Nissa some feet away from Dean, as if she attempted to step between him and Leo but got scared of the older Winchester.

“Where is she?” Dean shouted. “Where!”

Leo startled at the last shout. “I … I … I…” he stammered.

“If I didn’t know better,” Xander whispered to Aaliyah. “I’d say Dean’s a bit protective over you.”

“You’re seeing things,” Aaliyah countered, her gaze shifted over to Xander for a brief minute. The look he gave her said he really didn’t believe her. Her mind hadn’t believed what she said as well. Was there a part of Dean that was just a tad protective of her?

“He’s right,” Bobby spoke up. “I haven’t seen Dean get this worked up over anyone save Sam.”

Aaliyah turned her gaze back to Dean, who had stepped in closer to Leo. Her half brother had hit a wall and slid down to the floor. The scene had gone from mildly amusing to almost deadly with how Dean was looming over Leo. “Ease up, Dean,” she called out to him.

His shoulders relaxed at her voice before he turned. “Wha…”

Aaliyah held up her learner’s permit. “Bobby helped with me getting this.” She moved to meet Dean just inside the living room before he took the piece of paper.

“License, huh?” Dean looked the permit over.

“She’s gotta get around somehow,” Bobby dropped in. “Speaking of which. Aaliyah, come on out and take your pick from the lot.”

#spn fanfic long post family drama

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notsofly · 6 years ago

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Ties in Blood Chapter 17

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Chapter 17

“This is stupid,” Xander said. “Having them along with the possessed item is putting all of us at risk.”

“Bobby didn’t tell you?”

“Could always burn it,” Xander suggested. “That’s seen as a purifying rite in some cultures.”

Aaliyah nibbled at her lip in thought. “It might work, but I feel like there’s something else that goes with that. Unless that’s just for corpses.” She glanced around as a couple people came too close for her comfort. “I really don’t get this, why come all this way to find siblings we didn’t know about, to help destroy a possessed item, and act like this was just another day in the park for us?”