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Scout Was A Secret 6

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Warnings: Guns, canon violence, language, kidnapping, rescue, pie

“Dirk is crazy, Sam. He will kill Dean,” Scout said urgently. “How did he even get out?”

“Okay, calm down. Dean knows how to take care of himself. Dirk escaped during intake, apparently. I need you to answer some questions for me.” She nodded. “Was Dirk possessive of you? Around friends or family?”

“In a creepy way, sometimes. He didn’t have social cues.” Scout answered while trying to control her breathing.

“He wants you. That is his whole motivation.”

“So let him have me.” Scout stated emotionless.

“NO! Are you crazy? We would never let that happen, Scout.” Sam was appalled by her willingness to sacrifice herself for her father. “There is no way in hell.”

“Good thing we aren’t in hell then,” she responded with an attitude. “I heard some noise in the background of the call. I think I know where they are.” Scout picked up her car keys and asked Sam if he was coming without using words.

“Fine, but you stay in the car. Where are we going?”

“There is this warehouse that Dirk worked at. Sometimes my mom and I brought him lunch. I heard the noise of the gate opening. It’s the same sound as when my mom and I would open it when we arrived. It’s my best guess.” Scout spouted all of the information at her uncle as she sped down the highway. His eyes were wide at her detective work. He was impressed. Before Sam could respond, however, she began crying.

“We have to save him, Sam!” Scout screamed to him, showing a side of herself that Sam had never seen.

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A few hours later, they arrived at Dirk’s place of work. Before Scout could do anything, she was handcuffed to the steering wheel. Her mouth gaped open in shock.

“Sam, what the hell?!”

“Don’t be so surprised. You aren’t going. Dean would kill me, and I don’t want you in there either,” Sam spoke quickly. Before she could verbally respond, he was gone. She yanked at the cuff, but it did nothing to free her.

—————

“Dean! You okay? Where is he?” Sam ran to his brother who was attached to a pole that came down from the ceiling and went across the room.

Just as Sam arrived at Dean’s side, he heard a gun cock behind him.

“Well, hello there. Nice to meet you.” A gun was touching the younger brother’s scalp. Sam stood straight up with his hands in the air.

“Don’t you dare hurt my family!” Scout screamed with a shotgun ready to fire.

“Scout! No!” Sam scolded. Dirk had dropped the gun so that it was angled at the floor. When he started to bring it toward Scout, a shot rang out, and they watched as Dirk fell to the ground with a thud.

The family looked up to see a blonde with a pistol in her hand. The boys’ eyes went wide and their mouths dropped in recognition. Scout noticed their familiarity with the lady who had saved them. They all froze for a few seconds before Dean spoke.

“Scout, that is your grandma. Mary. Mom, meet my daughter, Kansas Laura Carlyle.”

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“I’ll clean this up, you can wait in the car, stay warm.” Dean said to Scout and Mary, motioning toward the impala.

“Yeah, I will help you,” Sam nodded at Dean. “Ladies, there are blankets in the car, go get warmed up.” Sam agreed with Dean. “And next time, stay in the freaking car, Scout.”

“Yes, sir. Come on, Mrs. Winchester.” Scout motioned.

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“Where’s my car?!” Scout walked outside with Mary and noticed the car that she arrived in was not where she left it.

“I had Cas zap it back to the bunker. Hope that’s okay. Cas thought you may be too tired to drive.” Mary stated.

“Oh. Yeah, I guess we can go back with just one car. Here,” Scout handed her a blanket as they both got in the backseat.

“Scout, huh?” Mary questioned. “That’s a cool name.”

“Ma’am, I’m sorry, but this is just weird. You look the same age as my dad. Let me guess, it has something to do with supernatural-ness?” Scout’s mind was blown.

“Something like that. I’m still their mom though. Trust me.” She grinned.

Sam and Dean climbed back into the Impala after taking care of business. Dean was driving, of course, while Sam sat groggily in the front passenger seat. Mary was asleep behind her oldest, and Scout was leaning on Mary’s shoulder dozing off. Dean saw the two ladies conked out in the back and smiled. He grabbed his phone and took a picture of his rearview mirror which showcased Mary and Scout’s napping positions.

As Baby pulled into the garage, all four people inside were awake enough to move into the bunker.

“Scouty, come on, baby. Let’s go.” Dean nudged his daughter and maneuvered her so that he could help her up.

“Ugh,” she groaned. “Can I get my stuff later? I’m tired.”

“I’ll get it for you. Go inside and shower then bed, okay?” He kissed the top of her dirt-covered hair. “I love you, Scouty.”

“Okay, Deanie. Love you,” she said with exhaustion.

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“So you’ve been back for a while?” Scout asked Mary.

“Yeah, just been hunting. Found some good hunters to work with, so I’ve been busy.”

As they talked, they walked to the table from the bunker door with a pie.

“Is that…pie?” Dean saw the box in his mom’s arms.

“No, it’s a frog!” Scout rolled her eyes. “What do you think it is?” She laughed.

“Okay, smartass.” Dean watched Mary put the pie on the table with a mesmerized look on his face. Once it was out of her hands, Dean pulled it toward him and put a large piece on a paper plate that he ripped from Scout’s hands. He started eating with large bites, filling his mouth, bits of blueberry residing on his bottom lip.

“DEAN!” Mary and Scout yelled his name at the same time. His attention was theirs.

“Could you eat that any faster?” Mary raised a brow. Scout smirked at the realization that her grandma had the same reaction as herself.

“Uhh, no. No, I cannot.” Dean wiped his face out of embarrassment.

“You’re like Pigpen. Seriously. How are we even related?” Sam retorted.

“Pigpen?” Scout asked.

“A Peanuts character,” Mary answered.

“Oh. Well, you know you love him though, Sammy.” Scout laughed.

“I don’t know that I would use the word ‘love’.” Sam glared at her, joking.

“You love me, Sammy.” Dean grinned with pie falling off of his lip.

“You might love pie more than any of us, Dean.” Scout laughed with a snort.

“Okay, all of you. Just enjoy the pie please!” Mary raised her voice to quiet them all.

“Wow, you really are the matriarch, aren’t you?” Scout asked, impressed.

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After a few hours of Dean and Scout fighting, they simmered down. Sam was thankful that the decreased stress level between father and daughter. As per usual, he facilitated their apologies to each other.

Scout was able to help with cases in ways that she never thought possible by bringing information she learned from her classes. Dean was impressed with her applicability of the subject to their real-life, albeit strange, circumstances.

“You did good, kid. Thanks for the help. We needed it,” Dean sighed out of relief as they packed their bags to go home.

“You know you need me around, Deanie Weenie,” she barely held in a laugh as Sam spit out his water.

“Really, Scout? That’s low for someone who’s name is a state!” He faked an angry tone.

“You said you liked it! And I do too, so shut it, Queen Dean.” Scout and Sam giggled again.

“If you don’t quit it, I’ll drop you in the middle of nowhere, kid,” Dean deadpanned playfully as they were leaving Bobby’s after a meet and greet between the oldest and youngest hunter.

“Sure you will, Whiskey Wonder.”

“Okay. We are leaving. And you zip it!” The oldest Winchester narrowed his eyes at his daughter.

Sam almost fell over laughing for their interaction.

“She isn’t going to be quiet, Dean,” Sam breathed through his laughing spell.

“Shut it, Sam!”

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Text from Unknown Number:

I see you like Gas ‘n Sip. You’re mine. I will get to you.

“Shit.” Scout locked her phone.

“Language!” Dean called Scout in her indiscretion from across the room.

“Whatever, Dean.” Scout said as she stood up from her chair and walked toward him. “Can we go shooting please?”

“Uh, sure. I’ll meet you down there.” Dean eyed her carefully as she exited toward the shooting range in the basement.

Why did he contact me?

I can’t tell Dean. He’ll freak.

Maybe tell Sam? No.

What the hell do I do?

You’re tough. Deal with it.

———

“You’re picking this up fast, Scouty. Good job, kid.”

“Thanks, Dean.” She slowly sighed without a smile.

“What’s up with the sad face? You’re doing fine,” he assured her. “Have something to do with why you were upset earlier?”

“Let’s keep shooting please.”

“Not until you pay the toll.” Dean blocked her access to the gun on the table. “What’s up?”

“He found me, Dean,” she defeatedly told her dad.

“Huh?”

“My mom’s ex- boyfriend.”

———-

The three Winchesters gathered in the war room to hear why Scout had been acting differently.

“You can’t leave us hanging like that, kid. Are you in danger?” Dean didn’t know what to think.

“Before you get all ‘Dean’ on me, I’m fine.”

“You’re not, Scout. You look shaken up,” Sam sadly looked over at her.

“What’s the story? Don’t give me crap, just tell me so I can keep you safe.” Dean tried to keep calm.

“His name is Dirk Jones. I call him Dirk the Jerk because he’s an ass. He was awful to my mom.”

“What did he do?” Sam swallowed slowly at the name, broaching the subject carefully.

“You don’t want to know.” Scout was scared she might break, her voice became unsteady.

“We need to know in order to protect you, kid. I’m sure it’s hard, but you have to.”

“He hurt her.”

“WHAT?” The oldest Winchester roared. Scout pulled her limbs into her core, scared.

“DEAN!” Sam chided. “Continue, Scout.”

“He was mean and bugged her about everything. She could never do anything right. She left him after he-“ her breath was stuck in her throat. The boys stayed quiet, waiting for her to continue. “He punched me.”

“Dammit.” Dean growled and slammed a fist into his initials on the table.

“Leave, Dean. Now.” Sam was afraid his brother would take out his anger on Scout. Dean grabbed his beer and walked out. A few seconds later, the younger Winchesters heard glass crash against the hallway wall.

“Sam-“

“We gotta get through this, Scout. Don’t worry about Dean. Tell me.”

“She came in after he cornered me for not doing the dishes. He didn’t even live there, Sam! Dirk just wanted to have control. My mom got in between us after he punched me. He did a lot worse to her.” Scout finished and wiped a tear from her face.

“Bad guy. How did he find you this time?” Sam questioned.

“He’s neurotic. I have no idea. He texted me and said he would meet me at our favorite Gas N’ Sip!”

“Okay, okay. Well, he can’t get in here,” Sam stood up and pulled her up and into a hug.

“Stop, Sam. I’m fine.”

“Says you as you hold it all in. Just let go.”

His calming voice soothed her enough for her to relax her defenses. She sobbed into his shirt, realizing she had been keeping all of her emotions hidden.

“You’ve been through a lot. It’s okay to be emotional, Scout. Did you know that you’re tougher when you show emotion?”

—————

“I’m sorry, kid. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just hate that you had to endure that.” Dean slowly walked into his daughter’s bedroom.

“I know. I just had flashbacks and you yelling at me....”

“I wasn’t yelling at you, Scouty. I was mad that he hurt you. You shouldn’t EVER have to deal with that. You are a lady, and chivalry is your standard, you understand me?”

“I know it wasn’t right. That’s why she left him,” Scout sighed.

“You need to be treated like the valuable person you are. Don’t expect anything less, darling.”

“I won’t,” she smiled. “Besides, I have my own security!” She joked, referencing her dad and uncle. Dean joined in but became serious.

“I’m gonna have Sam track his phone, okay? We’ll figure it out. Why don’t you work on school stuff for now?”

“Okay, sounds good,” she leaned over and grabbed her computer. Dean lingered in the doorway. “Uh, Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“You can leave now.”

“Right. I’ll let you know if we find him,” he said as he shut the door.

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“I got in!” Scout yelled. It echoed throughout the bunker.

“Why are you screaming about?” Dean walked in with tousled hair.

“Nothing, sorry. Here, coffee,” Scout pushed a full mug to his across the counter. Dean noticed the paper in her hand.

Huh. She hiding something?

“What are we doing today?” Scout asked her father.

“You are on research duty while Sam and I go check out a case.”

“Okay. Write down what you need, and I’ll get on it,” she smiled and exited.

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I hate homework.

Stupid gun training.

Why did I agree to this?

Scout’s phone rang.

“What, Dean?” She sarcastically answered the phone with a smile.

“Rude. Who taught you manners?”

“My mom. She said I should never extend good manners to jerks,” she held back a laugh.

“I am not!” He defended. “Okay, well, we are heading back. Are you hungry?”

“Yeah, just get me a burger or something,” she yawned.

“You okay, kid?” Dean didn’t know why she had been so tired the last few times they communicated by phone.

“Perfect! Thanks for dinner. See you troublemakers soon.”

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“Scouty!” Dean yelled for his daughter.

Was tired. Went to bed. Sorry I missed dinner.

“What is up with her?” Dean showed Sam the note.

“I’m not sure,” the younger one replied. “She has been tired a lot lately. Have we pushing her too much?”

“I don’t think so. She researches and runs with you in the mornings. I don’t know. I’m going to go check on her.”

When Dean slowly opened her door, he saw her splayed across her bed. Under her right side was a stuffed animal.

Blackmail!

Dean took a picture with his phone.

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“Sleep good last night?” Sam asked as Scout walked into the kitchen.

“Yes. I’m so sorry. I meant to stay up and wait for you to get back, but I was exhausted.”

“It’s fine. At least you had a friend to snuggle with,” Dean grinned.

“DEAN! Don’t.” Sam knew this could end badly.

“Excuse me? I don’t bring boys here, Dean,” she responded, guessing at what Dean meant.

“What about your stuffie?” He beamed and showed her the picture he had taken the night before.

“Dean-“ She started.

“No, it’s okay. Little baby has to sleep with a stuffed animal.” He cooed. “What are you, four? My word, Scout. No Winchester sleeps with a stuffed animal, come on.”

“Shut up, Dean!” Sam scolded with a tight jaw.

Scout became red, and she retreated.

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” she quietly left and retreated. She sobbed once she got to her room.

He doesn’t know why. It’s okay. He just doesn’t understand.

You’re stupid, Scout. Stuffed animal? Really?

———-

The next day Scout was not herself. She hadn’t slept and her headache was as big as her biggest uncle.

“Woah! Doesn’t seem like you slept a wink,” her dad said. Scout’s messy hair gave it away.

“Nope.”

“What happened?” Her father grew concerned when she didn’t come back with a snarky comment.

“Just tired, Dean. Leave it alone.”

“Are you sick? Should we get you checked out?”

“Nope. Just need some coffee,” she scooted him out of the way with her hip and took a drink from his coffee cup.

“HEY! Get your own, you pipsqueak!”

“Fine…” she grinned to herself.

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Dean went to put an empty beer bottle in the garbage when he saw something in the trash.

Her stuffed animal.

“Is this why you didn’t sleep last night?” Dean barged into Scout’s room with her stuffed bear in hand.

“Just go away, Dean. It won’t be a problem.”

“It is a problem if you can’t sleep. Here, I washed it,” he tossed it to her. “I’m sorry. I took it too far.”

“You don’t remember, do you?” She looked up at her father.

“Remember what?” He shrugged.

“You gave this to my mom. She gave it to me when I was a toddler. My mom said she dressed the bear in flannel because that’s what her date always wore. I call him Bean. And it stuck. I know it’s babyish, but I’ve been through a lot. He helps me relax.”

“Scout, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. As for the date… We went to a fast food place, and they had a claw machine. Such a stupid game, but she wanted to play, so we did,” he remembered and smiled. “Look, I was just razzing you. If Bean the Bear helps you sleep, then I’m all for it.”

“Bean is off limits then.” She stared him down. “And- you can’t make fun of him,” she pointed at him with narrowed eyes.

“Or what?” He smirked.

“I’ll switch our body washes. You’ll smell lovely in lavender.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would. And I will. Grimy hands off my bear, got it?” She smiled proudly.

“If you insist. Oh. What’s this?” Dean saw a paper on the floor next to her bed.

“NO!”

“What, why can’t I see it?” He picked it up quickly and flipped it over. He read, “We would like to congratulate you on your acceptance to Kansas State University Extended Education Program- Wait, what?”

“Dean-“ she huffed.

“You’re going to school?”

“Ummm. Yes…?”

“Well?”

“I was accepted a month ago. I started class three days ago.”

“That’s amazing! Scout! Come here!” He picked her up and embraced her.

“Umm… Dean? Can’t breathe.”

“Right, sorry.” He backed up. “I’m so proud of you, kid.” He beamed.

“What can I say? I wanted you to teach me to shoot guns,” she grinned.

“What are you studying?”

“History of Mythology with a minor in Latin,” she bit her lip.

“No. Abso-damn-lutely not.”

“That’s why I didn’t tell you, Dean.” She blew her hair back with a puff of air in defeat.

———-

“I forbid you.”

“You can’t do that, Dean. You’re still mad about it? Dean, you wanted me to go to school!”

“Yeah, but not so that you could learn about monsters!”

“I want to be a professor, Dean! With your exposure to it, you can give me inside information. I told you, I don’t want to hunt, gah, you assume I have an angle or something!”

“Yeah...sure! I don’t believe you.” He yelled back.

“What the hell is going on in here?!” Sam interrupted them.

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“You want to go with us to get some dinner, Scout?” Sam asked his niece.

“No. Can’t. Homework.”

“School all the freaking time, kid.” Dean rolled his eyes.

“Stop, Dean. You’re the one who said I should do it. And I even did an online program so that I could still be around. I don’t understand why you are a stupid ass about it,” she glared.

“Mythology is not a good major for you!”

“HOW THE HELL do you know? You’ve known me for what? Six months?”

“Anything but that. Please.”

“You obviously don’t know me that well, Dad.” She stormed out.

“Great job, Dean.” Sam was so done with their bickering.

“Scout! Wait!” Dean chased her down the hallway. Before she could shut her door, he put his body in front of the door frame, blocking the door from closing. She was crying by this point.

“Ya know, as if this all hasn’t been hard enough, you tease me and bother me about what wrong choices I’m making. I gave up on school after my mom died. I got my GED from online school so that I could be done because school reminded me of her. She loved learning, Dean. But you, you diminish my work, say it’s a waste of time. I found there are MONSTERS. Real ones in this world. A kid’s nightmare, Dean! My mom died, I met you. That is a lot, in case you haven’t noticed! Go bother someone else because I know I don’t meet your expectations. And you know what? Maybe I should just leave.” After yelling at her father, she slumped on her bed. Dean was shocked. He was used to joking with Sam, but he failed realize that she did not have the same sense of humor.

“You’re right. What you’re doing is fantastic. I’m so proud of you, and I’m sorry that I’ve made it more difficult for you. I’m sorry, Scout.”

“Can I be alone now?”

“If you promise to stay.” Dean stated.

A beat went by before, “I promise,” she rolled over and left him to shut the door.

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“Anything?” Scout saw Sam working on his computer.

“About Dirk? Well…”

“What, Sam?”

“He was booked into a county jail last night. Few counties over. Let’s just say he did many more awful things, and it caught up to him. He’s looking at life, YN.”

Scout was shocked. Her body froze and everything around her happened in slow motion. Before she knew it, she threw up on the floor and collapsed on the ground.

“SCOUT!” Dean was passing by when she fell. He ran toward her and slid on his knees until he reached her. He wrapped his arms around her as she stayed quiet and stared off. “You’re okay, you’re okay.” He kissed her on the top of her head and rubbed her arms. As she came back to reality, she threw up all over her lap and Dean’s leg. Sam turned his face when she vomited.

“Sorry,” Scout whispered.

“It’s okay, it’s fine.” He comforted.

The younger brother got her a cup and filled it with water from the tap.

“Here, Scout.”

“Thanks, Sammy,”

Dean rocked her back and forth in his arms as she calmed.

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“Are you okay?” Dean walked into her room with saltines and another water.

“Yeah. Sorry for puking on you.”

“That’s what washing machines are for.” He smiled as she nibbled on a cracker.

“He’s gone? Like, really gone?”

“Yes, sweetheart. No more worrying.” Dean reassured her.

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“Feeling better, Scout?” Sam asked as she entered the kitchen the next morning.

“Yes, thank you. It’s just a lot of information. I’ve lost my mother, gained a father, an uncle, and a stalker within the last year.” She took a deep breath.

“We got you. We won’t let anything happen to you. You know that, right?”

“Yep, I know.” Scout granted her uncle a small smile. He pushed a full coffee mug toward her. “I need some Vitamin C. Thanks,” she said as she accepted a mug from him.

“Mornin’! Vitamin C? You take Vitamin C? Since when?” Dean asked as she entered.

“It’s lingo for coffee. Starts with a ‘c’, get it?” YN smiled wryly.

“Haha, very funny, Scouty. And I’ll take some too.”

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“SAM!” Scout ran from her room into the war room with an urgent pace.

“What, Scout?” Her uncle saw the fright in her eyes.

“Look!” She handed her laptop to Sam. “He got out! Dirk escaped!” Scout started to breathe heavily. “Where’s Dean?”

“Okay, okay,” Sam spoke calmly after reading the headline on the screen. “He’s on a supply run. Breathe, Scout.” As soon as he finished his sentence, Sam’s phone rang. “Hello?”

“Sammy!” Dean could be heard screaming in the background.

“Dean!” Sam knew something wasn’t right.

“Hello. You must be someone that Dean loves. You must also know who else he loves. Is she there, by chance?”

“Who are you? Where is Dean?” Sam growled.

“I’m a friend of Scout’s. Put her on the phone.” The caller was eerily calm. Scout’s eyes went wide.

“Give him back, Dirk!” Scout screamed toward Sam’s phone. “Dean!” She yelled to her father.

Dirk smiled an evil smile at Dean. “She loves you. Well, she was supposed to love me! I was supposed to be her hero! Not some dude who lives in some secret underground hell-hole.”

“She is mine!” Dean groaned. “Don’t hurt her.”

“I am going to hurt her… by hurting you.”

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