WBY - Push Part one
Title: Push
Rating: PG 13 - Gen
Dean Winchester and Jamie (OC) Really AU - for those following Jamie!verse
Summary: Jamie and his dad are on a hunt for an old friend. Jamie has a problem with it. Parental spanking if this offends you please don’t read. (This is another fic that never made it to this LJ)
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He pulled the coat tighter around his chest and gave a sharp intake of breath as the cold burned his lungs and then exhaled blowing on his numb hands for good measure. Jamie was a Texas boy, born and bred. For the life of him he could not figure out why Dad chose to hunt a possible Black Heeled Jack in the frigid swamps of Maryland in February. February. Who the fuck does that? The damn thing would still be around in the spring and Jamie wouldn’t have to back his old man up standing ankle deep in ice and snow in reeking brackish water.
But Dad had a bug up his butt, and even though the Jack had not been recently rampaging through the swamps Dad had decided that it needed to be killed now. Jamie couldn’t blame the Jack for not showing itself. He even had some serious doubts there was a Jack because even stupid supernatural shit would prefer to be anywhere but this freezing hell hole. Still Dad was determined to check it out. Something about an old friend needing help and that had been enough.
Dad had pulled him out of school -Uncle Sam had protested that one - but both Gramps and Uncle Sam were down with some nasty flu-like bug and whoever this old friend of Dad’s was, Dad must have thought a lot of him. Or owed him big time.
Jamie splashed through thin ice, wincing at the sharp crack of the ice when it could no longer hold his weight.
“Jamie,” It was his father, a low whispered rebuke. “Could you keep it down back there?”
“Sorry, didn’t bring my ice skates.” Jamie lifted his booted foot and gave it a good shake, splashing ice and water off like a wet dog and then allowed it to plop into the muddied stagnant icy water.
“Watch the attitude, son.” Dad turned around shooting him a quick glance that spoke volumes. The words were mild but the tone was clear.
“Yes, sir.” That’s what Dad wanted to hear but not want Jamie wanted to say.
This was just a scouting mission, following up on some vague report of lights in the swamp or some kind of shit. Maybe some missing kids. Kids went missing all the time. Right now, if Jamie had his druthers, he’d go missing. Somewhere warm maybe. Florida would be nice. They should have done more research. Research in a nice warm hotel room. Not in the middle of this frigid fucking swamp. Jamie glanced up at the back of his father’s head. Despite the water and ice, Dad could move almost silently, it was pretty impressive really. Jamie looked off to the left, watching the early morning ice and frost, glistening in the very first light of day. It was beautiful, if freezing - but not pretty enough as far as Jamie was concerned.
Jamie took another step and wound up slamming into the back of his father.
“Jesus, Jamie. Get your head in the game,” Dad sounded pissed.
Jamie blew a deep breath and rolled his eyes.
“Don’t you roll your eyes at me, kid.” Gah, sometimes his dad sounded so much like Gramps that Jamie had to shake his head.
“C’mon, Dad. You’re facing the other direction, how in the hell would you know I was rolling my eyes.”
Dad didn’t bother to even turn to look at Jamie, didn’t take his eye off of whatever crappy trail he was following. “’Cause I’m the dad.” And as if that wasn’t enough he continued on, “Watch your mouth too.”
Jamie humpfed. “Hell? Hell isn’t a bad word. Not much anyway. Jeesh.” He splashed through the muck.
Dad turned then and drilled him a sharp look. One that Jamie knew well and should’ve taken to heart but he was cold damn it. And pissed too. He might be just a kid, but he had the right to protest this freezing cold bullshit. No one knew if this damn Jack was really around. This scouting mission was crap. He wanted nothing more than a cup of Joe and a warm blanket. Instead it was him and Dean Winchester, slopping through the muck in a swamp.
“C’mon, Dad. It’s cold and there ain’t nothing in this swamp anyway.”
“Well, there may be, there may not be, but we’re checkin’ it out just the same. Are we clear?”
“Crystal. Swarovski in fact.”
Dad physically stopped and turned again to Jamie. “Really, Jamie, I’ve had enough. Take this as a threat or a promise. I don’t want to hear anymore of this bullshit. Got it?”
This time Jamie answered promptly. “Yes, sir.”
He didn’t want to be here, true. But Jamie knew his Dad, inside and out and right now, for whatever the reason, Dean Winchester was ready to rip him a new one and that was not something Jamie intended on going through today. So he pulled the jacket tighter and cursed quietly to himself when the first snowflakes hit his head.
*
Three hours later Dad deemed the swamp Jack free. And fuckin’ halleluiah on that one. Jamie wanted to say I told you so but his father has slipped out of his earlier morning funk and Jamie wanted it to stay that way. And truthfully, Jamie knew he had been acting like a bit of a brat so he decided to let it slide. They walked companionably to the truck and although still cold and miserable, Jamie decided he would make the best of it.
“So, Dad, who is this friend who needed the help?”
Dad opened the truck’s door and kicked his slush-covered boots against the front tire.
“Lisa Braeden.”
And suddenly Jamie’s mood was back in the gutter.
*
Lisa Braeden, the woman who broke his father’s heart. Jamie turned the heat up to full blast in the truck.
“It’s only gonna shoot out cold air till she gets warmed up, kiddo.” Jamie knew that but didn’t care.
“So, we’ll get a jump on the heat when it starts. I’m fuckin’ freezing.”
Dad blew hard on his own hands. “Dude, knock off the f-bombs. Your gramps woulda knocked me into the backseat talkin’ like that at your age.”
“Yeah, well, I’m cold, and you’re not Gramps.”
“And what the hell is that supposed to mean? I’m not your grandfather so you can curse at me all you want?”
“Wasn’t cursing at you, just cursing around you. S’not the same thing.”
“Whatever, Jamie. Keep a civil tongue in your mouth. Especially when we get to Lisa’s.”
“Why do we need to go talk to her? Just call her or something and tell her she’s gone off the deep end and there ain’t a Black Heeled Jack anywhere around this marsh.”
“Because she is an old friend and I want to reassure her that things are safe. Just behave okay? For crying out loud, act like you have some manners.”
Jamie snuffled hard and didn’t bother to reply.
*
Of course Jamie knew all about Lisa. Knew about Ben and how his father had loved them both. Ben was a lawyer in Washington DC now. He still kept in touch with his dad but out of mutual respect for Lisa, neither Ben nor his father really communicated with Lisa about their discussions. It was too painful for Lisa and Dad to talk, too painful for Ben and Dad not to talk. So they spoke now and again, but it was never like it had been before. Before Lisa dumped his dad. Dad had never once said a bad word about Lisa, in fact, barely spoke of her, but that didn’t mean that she hadn’t hurt him terribly. Jamie never thought he would ever meet her, never thought he would be able to see the flesh and blood woman who had been the love of his dad’s life.
Jamie Winchester had a score to settle with Lisa Braeden.
Part two
http://wildblueyonder6.livejournal.com/38593.html