Selfish Intentions

Part 10

Requests: Will there be a part 10 to Selfish Intentions? I love it!

Reader Sex: Female

Reader Gender: Female

Pairing: Arthur Ketch x Reader

Word Count: 1,799

Warnings: Ketch's POV, violence/death, injured reader, no smut in this part

Fic:

Arthur sits at the conference table, giving a minimal amount of attention to Mick as he drones on about proper procedures for filing paperwork after a hunt. All of this sitting and waiting for another hunt, all of the paperwork was a bore. Arthur wanted to be out in the field, fighting something, killing something; but more than that, he wanted to be near Y/N again. It was strange, but he actually found himself missing her in the weeks they'd been apart. Maybe it was selfish to want to be near her so often, but being selfish was a trait he'd come accustomed to. Suddenly, his phone buzzes in his pocket, drawing his attention. Sneaking a look at his phone, Arthur finds Y/N's name flashing across his screen. A smirk pulls at his lips.

It had been several weeks since he'd heard from his favorite hunter. She said she needed some time on her own, and Arthur gave her that, though he wanted to do otherwise. There was something about her, something he'd never felt for anyone else. After all the training he'd been through, he was sure he'd never feel anything ever again. Y/N, however, made him feel things he never imagined he could feel, things he tried so desperately to ignore. If he wasn't careful, she'd be the ruin of him.

"Are we quite finished here?" Arthur asks, anxious to see if Y/N has left a message for him.

"Not quite," Mick answers, "There are some new guidelines I have to go over with you."

"Fine, hurry up," Arthur sighs. Arthur's fingers twitch as he tries to refrain himself from looking at his phone. He wanted, no needed, to hear her voice. The hold she had on him was infuriating.

His phone buzzes again, making Arthur all the more anxious. He wasn't quite sure why, but he had this rolling, clenching feeling in the pit of his stomach that made him nauseous. It was something he'd never experienced before, but the feeling told him that something was wrong. Arthur barely listens as Mick finishes his speech, and as soon as he's done, Arthur stands from his seat and rushes to his room. As soon as he's alone, he pulls out his phone and plays his voicemail.

"Hey, Arthur, it's Y/N," she says, "I've been hunting a djinn and I think it's started hunting me back. I can't stay on the phone long, I need to keep moving. I need your help, please. I'm not sure where I'm going yet, but I still have the tracker in my car. I need you to follow it and meet up with me somewhere. Please." Her voice was shaky and she was obviously frightened. Arthur could never remember hearing her sound like that. Where were the bloody Winchesters? When she said she wanted to be alone, surely she didn't mean she wanted to be away from them too, did she?

Arthur puts his phone on speaker as he begins packing his backpack with hunting gear. The next message begins to play and Arthur's blood runs cold in his veins. "Arthur," Y/N whispers, "I-it found me. I don't think -" Her words are cut off by a scream and the sound of her body being drug across gravel.

Arthur felt as if he couldn't breathe. A rage was growing inside him and he knew exactly what he needed to do. Throwing his backpack over his shoulder, he rushes to the laboratory, nearly pushing anyone in his way to the ground. When he reaches his destination, he demands the antidote for djinn's poison. The lab tech hands it over and Arthur leaves before they can ask any questions. He makes one last stop to check the location of the tracker in Y/N's car before getting on his motorcycle and speeding off.