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sunlightdances · 7 years

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Love Laid Down (Part Two)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader: Rating: PG (this part) Words: 3320 (this part) Summary: You and the Winchesters keep investigating why couples in a small town in Indiana are going missing, and the sexual tension between you and Dean ratchets up a notch. Author’s Note: I absolutely cannot BELIEVE the response I got to the first chapter. I am so thrilled and so grateful to all of you for your kind messages, replies, and reblogs. I hope you enjoy the next part! Also please note that I started a tag list for this story and added all of those people at the bottom. If you’re not there, please let me know and I’ll add you. Some of the tags didn’t work (not sure if that’s a privacy setting on some of your blogs, or a Tumblr error), but I’ll try my best to get it working for everyone!

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“So, what did you guys find out?” Sam asks, when you get back to the house.

“Nothing useful.” You say, and Dean glares at you. “What?” You turn to Sam. “It’s true. We just made small talk. The Pastor seems normal. His assistant Melissa seems a little… out there. Dean was supposed to case the place--”

“How was I going to do that with Pastor Whatshisname watching me?”

“Williams.” You say, “And you could have made an excuse. Asked where the bathroom was or something.”

“We’ll just do it on Sunday,” Dean grumbles, plopping down on the couch. “Everyone will be in Sanctuary and I can slip out for a few minutes.”

“I met a few other joggers on my run,” Sam says, cracking open a water bottle. “They didn’t know much about the disappearances. Just kept saying it was ‘such a shame’.”

You frown. “Seems like a small town like this would be more concerned if people were disappearing en masse.”

Sam nods. “That’s what I thought, too. I didn’t want to seem too suspicious though. I told them about you guys, by the way. Don’t be surprised if neighbors start showing up.”

Dean groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. You echo his sentiments, not liking the thought of people coming around unannounced and uninvited. You already have no idea who or what you’re looking for, and you’ve been feeling paranoid ever since you arrived in town.

“Let’s just hang out and play it cool for a few days while we figure out what we’re dealing with. We still need to figure out the similarities between the victims.”

You sigh. “So, the library?”

Sam laughs, “Don’t sound too excited.”

You’re at the library with Sam for hours. Four people come over to you to introduce themselves, and you’re sort of astounded at how quickly word spreads. It does nothing to lessen your paranoia, and Sam calls you out on it.

“Okay,” he says, putting down the newspaper he’s reading, “what’s going on? You’re acting weirder than usual.”

“First,” you say, glaring, “that’s rude. Second… there’s nothing going on. I’m fine.”

“You’re being weird. Did something happen?”

“No! I just… I don’t know, Sam, something doesn’t feel right. I’ve been feeling so paranoid ever since we got here.”

Sam eyes you closely. “Let’s get out of here. You look like you could use some sleep.”

“No kidding.” You mutter, “Dean’s probably back from the police station by now, anyway.”

While you were at the library, Dean was going to check out the police department under the guise of looking for a buddy of his who used to work there. It was a stretch that in such a small town they wouldn’t realize he was talking about someone who had never worked there, but you figured that no one in this place knew who Dean really was, even if he was using his real name.

Getting back to the house, you’re greeted with the mouthwatering smell of something cooking on the stove. “Oh my god,” you say, turning the corner to the kitchen to see Dean flipping some hamburgers, “you’re my hero.”

“Hungry?” He asks, grinning. “How was the library?”

“Interesting.” Sam says.

“Boring,” you say at the same time, and you snigger. “Sorry, Sammy. It was… I don’t know. We didn’t figure really anything out. But I met probably all of our neighbors.”

“Me too.” Dean says, putting a plate in front of you. “They bought my shitty excuse for being there, anyway. I told them I used to be a detective and was looking for an old partner of mine. They were so excited they showed me around the entire place.”

“Anything weird?” Sam asks, before taking a bite of his food.

Dean shakes his head. “No, not really. No sulfur, no trace of EMF, nothing. I have no idea what we’re looking for. We need to find the missing person’s reports.”

Sam nods. “I tried to find them online but came up empty. Nothing at the library, either.”

“They’re still open cases,” you point out. “Maybe we can ask the Pastor about it. Some of their friends must have come to him for comfort after church.”

Dean nods. “Good idea. Now, let’s eat, and then get some sleep. I’m exhausted.”

You’re researching on your laptop in the middle of the night when you hear a noise in the kitchen. Freezing, you quickly reach under your pillow for your gun, and curse when you realize it isn’t there. You remember you left it in the trunk in the Impala, and roll your eyes at yourself.

Hearing more noise, you pad quietly to your duffel in the corner and grab the knife in the lining, making sure you have a good solid grip before slipping out of your bedroom, heading down the stairs.

You’re silent as you creep around the first floor, checking the front and side door before you head to the kitchen. Your heart is pounding, the paranoia from the last two days causing you to be on edge more than usual.

When you turn the corner, your heart slams against your rib cage as you’re suddenly face-to-face with Dean.

“Christ,” you breathe, and he steps backwards, hands up.

“Looking to shiv someone, kid?”

“You scared me!”

“Why aren’t you asleep?”

“Why are you making so much noise?!”

“I got hungry!” He says defensively, and you roll your eyes, letting your arm with the gun drop. He doesn’t say anything else, and when you look back at him, his eyes snap to yours. Suddenly you realize what you’re wearing - nothing but a tank top and some tiny sleep shorts. You blush, and thank God it’s dark enough in here that hopefully he can’t see.

“I wasn’t asleep either. I’m tired, but I can’t sleep.” You admit, and he takes a few steps closer.

“Come on, I have an idea.” He says, and you follow him back upstairs.

Dean leads you back to your bedroom, and grabs your laptop, despite your protest. “Come on, sit down.” He says, and you grin when you see him opening Netflix. “We never finished that documentary.” He says quietly, not looking away from the screen.

“Good idea,” you say, hoping some of the awkwardness will dissipate. You plop down next to him and set the laptop in between the two of you as you lean backwards against the headboard.

You make it almost an hour before you start to feel your eyes drooping, and before you can remind yourself why sleeping next to Dean Winchester is a bad idea, you’re asleep.

In the morning, the first thing you register is how warm you are. You snuggle closer to your heat source, and sigh in contentment, thinking to yourself that you could easily stay this warm and this comfortable for the rest of your life.

Your eyes fly open when an arm snakes around your waist and tugs you backwards into a hard body, and you remember where you are. Dean.

You freeze, hoping he’s not awake, and not really sure what you’ll do if he is. You don’t hear anything, and his breathing remains steady, so you close your eyes and take a deep breath, willing your racing heart to calm down.

It’s just -- this is Dean. Your friend. Your best friend, really. You don’t know why you agreed to this whole fake marriage thing. You have always had feelings for Dean, even though you’ve been pretty good at shoving them aside so they don’t ruin things. He’s insanely attractive, and you think that just the right look from him would probably light you up if you let it.

Next to you, Dean’s breathing picks up, and you instinctively know he’s awake. You don’t move, wondering what you should say, when you feel his fingers flex slightly. He thinks you’re asleep, you think to yourself, and will yourself to stay calm as you try to take a cue from him and figure out what to do.

Dean moves, slowly, and if you were truly asleep you think you never would have noticed. He scoots an inch closer to you, and you can picture him peeking over your shoulder to try to see if you’re asleep or not. His breath tickles your neck, and you shiver, unable to help yourself.

Dean whispers your name, but you don’t reply, too nervous to answer him even if you wanted to. You concentrate on keeping your breathing even, and hoping he’ll back off before you do something stupid like turn around and kiss him.

Dean’s hand moves, sliding up your ribcage before landing on your arm, ghosting along up towards your shoulder. The touch is so light you can barely feel it, but that’s almost worse. His touch is whisper soft and lighting your veins on fire.

You’re just about to roll over and do something dumb when he moves, easing himself out of the bed next to you. You let out a small breath of relief, but also feel disappointment sweep over you.

You wait until he leaves the room before you push to lay flat on your back, taking a deep breath. What the hell was that?

You’re at the grocery store with Sam and Dean later that day when you run into Melissa from the church. She greets you and Dean with a smile and looks at Sam inquisitively before Dean introduces his brother.

“You three should stop by the church social tonight!” She says excitedly, and you force a smile even though on the inside you’re thinking that you’d rather be anywhere but at a church social.

“Maybe we will,” you say instead, looking at Dean for help.

“Uh--” He stutters, “We’re still trying to unpack, but if we finish in enough time, we’ll stop by.” He throws her a million dollar smile and that seems to be enough to put off her suspicion for the time being.

After getting the groceries and leaving the store, Sam says quietly, “Something’s weird about her.”

“That’s what we thought.” Dean says, grim. “This whole town seems freaky. Look,” Dean says, gesturing, “There’s hardly anyone outside. It’s a nice day, and for a town that’s planning a party, the welcoming committee isn’t out.”

Dean’s right; you look around and see a few people coming in and out of shops, but other than that, there’s no foot traffic, nobody driving down the center of town, and only a few people inside the diner you ate at the day before.

“This whole place gives me the creeps. Let’s just figure out what the hell we’re hunting and get out of here.” You say, heading down the street, Dean and Sam a couple steps behind you.

You take a few hours to do more research into the missing people. All you have to go on are news reports from the neighboring towns, nothing from this one itself. That strikes you as weird in and of itself. No reporting done on missing people, even though they’re going at almost a rate of four people per month.

“You know,” Dean says, around a mouthful of chips, “This reminds me of that one place… Sammy, you remember? That was in Indiana, too. The teenagers were going missing.”

“The scarecrow town?” Sam asks, furrowing his brow. “I guess so, but didn’t our ritual send the God they were worshipping packing?”

Dean shrugs. “That was before the seals and the apocalypse and all that shit. Who knows what got out.”

“I’ve got something.” You say, squinting at your laptop. “Only one of the papers mentions it, but we’ve got nothing else to go on. All the couples that disappeared are married, right?”

Sam nods.

“They’re also newlyweds. No one missing had been married for more than six months.”

Dean stares at you. “I’m missing something.”

“It’s more than we had to go on before! I’m just saying. What if there’s some kind of… I don’t know, ritual thing going on at the church? We need to find out if these couples got married by Pastor Williams.”

“We better head down to the social if we want to talk to him.” Sam says, and Dean groans.

“I hate church parties. Do I have to wear a tie?”

You grin. “Probably a sweater, too.”

Dean flips you off, and you laugh, heading upstairs to change. You grab a dress that you thought to pack at the last second, and throw it into the dryer on the first floor of the house to get the wrinkles out. While you’re waiting, you head back upstairs to get started on doing something with your hair. You don’t want the church ladies to think you’re a harlot, after all, you think to yourself, snickering.

“Dryer stopped,” Sam says, appearing in the doorway with your dress.

“Thanks, dude.”

Sam looks at you for a minute, shaking his head.

“What?” You ask, “And be very careful with what you say next, Sam Winchester.” You threaten, and he laughs.

“It’s nothing bad! Just wondering what Dean’s going to think when he sees you, is all.”

You glare at him, trying not to blush. “Do you really think I picked out this outfit because I care what Dean thinks?”

“No, not at all.” Sam’s clearly trying not to laugh, and you resist the urge to throw something at him. “We’re going to leave in twenty.” He says, before leaving you to get dressed, wondering if you were going to make it through this hunt without seriously injuring one or both of the Winchesters.

Dean’s holding your hand.

It’s stupid. It’s insignificant, really, but all you can think about is how warm and rough his palm is against yours as he twines your fingers together absentmindedly, tugging you through the crowd of people to get you both something to drink.

“Will you relax?” He whispers, “You’re going to give us away.”

“Sorry if I’m a little tense,” you snap back, and he stops short, causing you to almost run into him. To anyone watching, you look like a couple having a quiet, private conversation, but they can’t see the way Dean’s eyes are burning into yours with concern and just a little bit of annoyance.

“You need to get a better game face.” He says quietly. “We have to fool all these people. And hell, if all the research you’re doing ends up to be correct, then acting like we’re married also makes us bait. If we want to catch whatever’s doing this, we have to play our parts. Okay?” The last part is quiet and gentle, but you still feel the sting of his reprimand, and have to remind yourself that he’s been doing this so much longer than you have.

“Look at me.” He whispers, and you look up, a little startled at just how close he is to you. “We can do this. You and me, okay? Just have to pretend that you give a shit about this fuckin’ picnic.” He says, and it’s so Dean that you can’t help it - you laugh.

“That’s better.” He says, lips twitching as he gives way to a smile. “Come on. I’m starving. I heard someone say something about fried chicken.”

On your way to get some food, you meet up with Sam, who looks like he’s having an uncomfortable conversation with an older woman near the food table. “Dean! Good, just in time.” Sam looks at the older woman, “Lucinda, can you tell my brother what you just told me? My brother and his wife are newlyweds, so I’m sure they’d love to hear your story.” He says warmly.

“I was just telling your brother here that it’s such a shame that you couldn’t have moved here before you got married! They have the nicest weddings at the church.”

“Oh?” You ask, looking sideways at Dean, “We’re sorry we missed out,” you tell her, smiling sweetly.

“Everyone in town, almost, has gotten married right here at this church. People used to go out to the old barn on the highway - the one with the apple trees - and have their weddings, but now they all go on right in there. Such a nice tradition.” She says, before excusing herself to go talk to a friend.

Sam leans in close. “We need to get inside that church.”

You nod. “Dean and I can go inside. Everyone’s out here. This might be the only chance we get before service on Sunday.”

Sam nods. “I’ll keep watch. Go ahead.”

Dean takes your hand again, pulling you through the throng of people and up the church steps. The large wooden doors are propped open, so you slip inside after Dean, checking to make sure no one’s watching you.

“Come on,” Dean says, walking towards the back of the church, where the offices are. Along the way, you’re checking under the rugs and paintings for any signs of ritualistic symbols.

After a few minutes, you split up. You head towards the Pastor’s office, hoping that it’s unlocked, and smile in victory when the door opens without any resistance. You look around quickly, but don’t notice anything out of the ordinary until your eyes catch on an antique looking safe behind Pastor Williams’ desk.

Walking over, you try to figure out what it could be for. You suppose it could be for any number of things, but some instinct in you is telling you you need to get that safe open. You’re close to crouching down to crack it, but before you do, Dean comes in the room, pulling you to your feet.

“We’ve got company,” he says, pulling you out into the hallway. “Shit.” He swears as he hears voices getting closer.

“I’ve got an idea,” you say, tugging his arm so he follows you into a small alcove in the corridor. “Play cool.” You tell him, but he still jumps when your arms slide around his neck, tugging him closer so you’re only inches apart.

“Kid…” His voice is husky as he tries to figure out what you’re doing.

“Shh,” you tell him, listening as the footsteps get closer. You take a step even closer to Dean until your legs are practically intertwined and try not to pay attention to the way his breathing is shallow.

“... meet you back here after dark, and-- oh!” Melissa’s voice is loud as she interrupts you, “Mr. and Mrs. Winchester!”

You and Dean jump apart, guiltily, and you’re thankful that the flush on both of your faces can hopefully be attributed to being “caught”.

“I’m so embarrassed... “ you start, looking at Melissa and Pastor Williams. “We just… we wanted a few minutes of quiet, and well…” you trail off, looking at Dean.

Pastor Williams smiles. “To be young and newly married.” He says. “I remember those days.”

You perk up, “Oh, I’d love to meet your wife. Is she outside?”

A shadow passes over the Pastor’s face. “No, she’s not well.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that.” You say, and Dean nods.

“We’ll get out of here. Sorry for this,” he says, “Really.”

“Not to worry. You kids go back outside and have fun.”

You and Dean hustle outside and he grabs your elbow before you can start looking for Sam. “Did he seem a little cagey about his wife?”

“Definitely. Seems like we need to find out more about Mrs. Williams.” You say.

Dean stares at you a minute longer, opening his mouth like he wants to say something else, but he doesn’t. He scratches the back of his head, a move you’ve seen him do a million times when he feels uncomfortable, and you feel dread sink into your stomach. Did you take your act too far? Did you push him too much?

“Let’s go find Sam.” Dean murmurs, and lets go of you, leaving you to trail after him, hoping you haven’t done anything to ruin your closest friendship.

Chapter Three

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Auburn fans were dealt a double whammy this week following coach Clint Myers’ unexpected resignation when news broke on every major sports site regarding new information that uncovered what many fans feared but sort of expected: a scandal. ESPNW published an article on the subject that paints a picture of a corrupt softball program. The sports conglomerate sited actions and quotes from a lot of people within and around the program. However, I caution everyone to be objective, especially when it comes to the information within the article; which paints an “us versus them” theory between coaches and players and does its best to trash Auburn’s softball program.

ESPNW broke the news that former player Alexa Nemeth was the plaintiff in a Title IX case that alleges sexual harassment from the coaching staff and a cover up by the administration. However, Nemeth wasn’t the only player on record as having complaints against Corey Myers. Former players Blaire Bass, Haley Fagan, Whitney Jordan and Emily Spain have had specific complaints against the coaching staff.

My issue here is that ESPN used a lot of quotes and history out of context to paint this program very negatively and without much base.

“We said that if she gets on, we’re staying off,” Fagan said. “It was a team decision.”

Here’s another one from from ESPN that appeared on Al.com:

“According to ESPN, five players said during that March 30 meeting Auburn executive associate athletic director and senior women’s administrator Meredith Jenkins told the players they were risking arrest for taking the text messages from their teammate’s phone and ordered them to delete the messages.”

These are important quotes that gets glossed over. The articles paint the administration in a bad light over the “quarantine” yet they were doing the right thing, considering that Nemeth’s privacy had been breached. Myers resigned just prior to the trip to Georgia. His resignation seems to have stemmed from the appearance of texts between himself and Nemeth which were said to be of an intimate nature. The players including Fagan and All-American Kasey Cooper, refused to board the bus if Nemeth was on it. In other words, it wasn’t Myers with whom they were displeased, but Nemeth. So, at some point, there was no “us versus them” stance.

That’s important considering that Haley Fagan reported that Corey Myers had already been forced to resign (temporarily) in 2016 due to similar problems, yet players were still “going to bat” for him before the trip to Georgia in 2017.

The article also tries to relate Myers’ resignation with Fagan’s outburst with Florida’s coach, Tim Walton. Yet the bad relationship between Fagan and Walton was well known and had virtually nothing to do with Myers’ resignation other than timing. They appeared to use that incident in their story because it fits the narrative.

Former player Whitney Jordan’s quote within the article is completely out of context as she quit the team due to academic reasons. She was very vocal about her displeasure with the coaching staff, who told her that she could either miss a class she needed or quit the team. The senior chose the latter though it was well known that she likely wouldn’t be on the team after she hit .118 in 2017 and was 4th on the team with errors despite not being a starter. After being replaced by Haley Fagan at shortstop, she was overtaken by freshman Alyssa Rivera in right field. Rivera hit a team high .371. Even with Fagan’s graduation and a spot open at shortstop, Jordan had incoming freshman and top recruit Taylon Snow to contend with.

Bass and Nemeth were cut from the team and Spain is not currently on the roster after a decrease in playing time from 2016 to 2017 as she struggled to an .071 mark at the plate. In other words, none of the players in question are on the roster and most of them were cut.

The most important part of this all is the word “cover-up.” ESPN and AL.com have alluded to a cover-up by the administration, though they have been hesitant to use that word, yet that’s exactly what they want to say. There are some questionable things to consider, for example, Jay Jacob’s contract extension for Clint Myers, which would have kept him in Auburn until 2023. News sources have tried to use the contract extension to discredit the University’s stance that the situation was well known and understood.

The truth is, Corey Myers likely had a problem and Clint Myers likely knew it. Both were unofficially fired. There are some former players from Auburn who may or may not have legitimate gripes against the coaches and it’s possible they had a bone to pick with the coaching staff. ESPN and other news agencies clumsily mixed these together to paint Auburn’s rising softball program in a very negative way, especially hinting at a cover-up, which could cost several more jobs, up to and including Athletic Director Jay Jacobs.

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