Pour Me Out ~ Supernatural Fanfiction

The Van Allen's vs Lucky

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Within the hour, the boys were back with the suspect. Alayna was sitting on the edge of the bed that Karoline was standing beside with Dean. Sam was sitting in the desk's chair, attention focused on the man who was now seated on a chair, fully clothed in Dean's clothes, and bound with both rope and iron chain.

"Well, Lucky, you've got us stumped," Sam finally said, leaning backwards. "Why'd you shack up with the family? Is it a kinky thing?" He leaned forward. "Do you like to play with your food? Roll over, Lucky," he jeered. "Speak."

Alayna frowned in displeasure at his tone, "Sam." She admonished, but Sam didn't seem phased by her tone.

Lucky growled. "Go to hell."

"Already did. Didn't agree with me." Sam adjusted his seat. "So, look..." He stood up and picked up the knife on the desk. "How about I take this silver knife, and start carving this dog until you behave."

Lucky didn't back down. "You do what you got to do," he said, even though his voice shook.

Sam approached, and Karoline stepped forward, ready to stop him. However, Dean held up a hand. "Hang on, Sam." Sam stopped, and Dean turned his attention to the skinwalker. "Listen, you don't have to tell me why you're with the family. I get it."

Lucky, however, didn't seem as convinced. "Oh you do, do you?"

"It's obvious," Karoline agreed and Lucky turned his attention to the blonde then. "You killed every threat that came near them. You care about them." She crossed her arms. "What we need to know is, who was that guy you were talking to? Another skinwalker?"

A few seconds of silence. Lucky looked down before finally saying, "Look. I can't say anything."

"But if you don't, you're going to put that girl and the little boy in danger. And sooner or later, all that crap's going to come for you. Now look." Dean stepped forward, his voice growing angry. "We don't give a rat's ass about you. We want to help them. That's our angle. That's it."

Lucky paused, looking between the four hunters. Then he gave in. "Yeah, that guy, he's a... a whatever I am. And he's not the only one."

"How many are you?" Alayna asked with a curious frown.

"About thirty." Lucky's eyes found hers. "We were all — we were kind of recruited."

Alayna quirked an eyebrow, "Recruited?"

"Yeah. Me, I was living on the street. They found me. They told me one small bite, I'd be strong, I'd be fast."

"Sniffing people's butts?" Dean scoffed. "Yeah, that's a real step up." He walked past Lucky to lean against the table.

The man tipped his head to look at Dean, voice quiet and sullen. "Well, it was for me."

Dean continued. "Where is this little Scooby gang of yours?"

"Everywhere. We're out finding families, and once they take us in, we lay low."

" 'Lay low?' " Karoline repeated. "What does that mean?"

"Well, we're waiting for the word."

"What word?" She quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Once we get settled, we get the signal... and we turn on our families. We change them all in one night. Thirty becomes one hundred and fifty."

Karoline and Dean exchanged looks, shock and worry flashing through their eyes. "God, you're a sleeper cell," Dean said quietly.

Lucky scoffed, "Yeah, well, that's one way to say it."