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John/Kate - Just Passin' Through
Fandom: Supernatural/LOST
Title: Just Passin' Through
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Rating: FRT/PG-13
Characters: John Winchester/Kate Austen
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spn_het_love Challenge: Beginnings
Content Warning: Vague spoilers for "What Kate Did" (LOST).
Summary: He was the first person Kate noticed when she walked into the bar, and for some reason, she couldn’t keep herself from watching him out of the corner of her eye. There was something about him that drew their attention, making her start to think that they might be one in the same, but not wanting to push it any more than she had to.
Author's Note: Set pre-series for both, Kate's POV. My first time writing both Kate and John, so any concrit would be appreciated, especially with John. Kinda long, a bit of crack, and I already have a sequel in mind. Fickle muses.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of LOST or Supernatural. They're owned by ABC and the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please don't use them without my permission.
He played pool like he had nothing to prove—careless shots between sips of whiskey. He was the first person Kate noticed when she walked into the bar, and for some reason, she couldn’t keep herself from watching him out of the corner of her eye. There was something about him that drew their attention, making her start to think that they might be one in the same, but not wanting to push it any more than she had to. She didn’t need to make connections, find someone that the authorities could use to track her. She just wanted to get in, get out, and get right back on her way. What she really needed to do was get out of the country. Once she crossed the border she would be off their radar and she just put her past behind her, once and for all.
When she walked in, the place had gotten kind of quiet. She had never seen so many heads turn when she walked into a bar before, and she knew it wasn’t because of her newly acquired blond hair. She had tried dying it in order to change her appearance up a bit, make her harder to spot, but she was a bit at ease with the new color. She was starting to find it made her stand out more. But that wasn’t what caught the eye of this bunch—it was just the fact that she was different. She could tell she was going to be treated like an outsider already by the looks they were giving her, but she had a feeling that someone with a badge would feel even more awkward, and that she had come to the right place. She walked over to the bar like she didn’t feel the weight of the stares on her, and slid onto the barstool, waiting for her turn with the bartender.
“What can I get ya, sweetheart?” the woman behind the bar asked.
“Just a beer,” Kate replied softly, “And something to eat, if you’ve got it.”
“Any specifics on what that something to eat is?” the woman asked with a gentle smile.
“I haven’t eaten anything since I stopped for breakfast this morning,” Kate sighed, returning the smile, “So as long as it’s edible, I’m not going to be picky.”
She laughed slightly before nodding, placing a cold beer in front of her, “Coming right up.”
She had had her eye on him playing pool when she first came in, but it was his laugh that really got her paying attention. A nice belly laugh, something she hadn’t heard since she was back home in one of the old bars in Iowa, watching as they regulars conversed at the bar about nothing in particular and mostly ragged on each other for things they had screwed up. Based on the way the people around him were busting his chops, he was most likely a regular with a history. He seemed to know them as well as they knew him, but she couldn’t say that was much. There was a distance—a line. Like she was at a high society party, and people were just being nice to each other in order to pass the evening, but once the evening was gone they couldn’t really care less about each other. She could tell ‘friends’ was a loose word with these people, and if they were close enough to really support you, and pick you up when you’ve been kicked down, they weren’t friends—they were family.
He put his cue to the side for a minute before he ambled up to the bar and settled onto the stool next to her. He took another sip from his glass before turning to her and studying her for a minute.
“Don’t think I’ve seen you around here before,” he murmured. She could tell from the way he was speaking that it hadn’t been his first glass of the evening, and one look in his eyes told her that it wasn’t going to be his last. She gave him a small smile.
“Just passin’ through,” she replied, taking a pull on her beer, “Not stayin’ long.”
“Sweetheart, everyone here is just passin’ through,” he replied, “All that matters is where you came from and where you’re going.” He had a scratchy bass voice that she could imagine, once upon a time, probably charmed every girl out of her pants before she even realized what she was doing. But now his voice was cold, broken almost. Like he had lost something once upon a time, and he was going to do everything he could to try and make it right.
“I’m comin’ from Iowa,” she said slowly, “But I don’t know where I’m going. As I said—just passing through.”
“Didn’t hear a car pull up or anything,” he said, placing his glass down on the bar, “You been walking from Iowa?”
“Not all the way,” she sighed, “I’ve managed to get a few good people to take me most of the way, but—otherwise, I’ve been walking.” She took a long pull on her beer, and then turned to him, “What about you?”
“What about me?” he said, allowing a small smirk to crawl up the side of his face. She catches it and grins.
“You ask me where I’ve from and where I’m going,” Kate replied, “You think I’m going to tell you and not expect to hear the same in return.”
“Think I’m going to tell you without even knowing your name?” he said, arching an eyebrow. She sat back a bit, and the smirk widened, “Look, just because you’re a little loose with information about yourself, doesn’t mean I am.”
“Fine then,” she said, before placing her beer back down on the bar, “I’m Lucy.” She trusted the cops to stay out of this place, but she was going to cover her tracks just the same.
“Just Lucy?” he replied, and she nodded.
“Just Lucy. What about you?”
“John,” he replied, extending a bear of a hand to her and she shook it.
“Just John?” she said with a smirk, and she caught a glimmer of a smile.
“Just John,” he nodded.
***
It was a few hours later, after she had finished the food Ellen had brought to her, she took the last sip of her beer before getting up to pay her tab. She and John had spent the evening talking about nothing consequential—he would offer little bits of insight to the people he knew around them in the bar, but nothing about himself, and she would comment on his observations, but give nothing about herself as well. John’s eyes watched her as she went and he frowned, “You’re goin’?”
“Gotta get back on the road,” she sighed, “Don’t want to lose time.”
“Well—I can’t be letting you walk out on that highway all alone,” he slurred slightly as he stood up. He wobbled and placed his hand on the bar to keep his balance.
“You can’t?” she said with a grin, humoring him, “Well, what are you going to do about it?”
“I’ll drive,” he replied, holding up his keys.
“You are too drunk for that,” she sighed, And probably wouldn’t want to if you were sober.
“I’m—”
“She’s right, John,” Ellen cut him off, taking the car keys from his fingers as she passed by, sweeping the floor, “You’re too drunk to drive.”
“She’s just gonna have to stay the night then,” he replied. Kate looked at Ellen and expected her to back her again, but Ellen shook her head.
“I’m with John on this one, honey. You don’t know what’s on that road at this time of night. We got extra mattresses in the back for people to crash on who can’t drive out.”
Kate knew that this was an argument she probably wasn’t going to win, so she took a deep breath before turning to John, “I guess you win, then.”
“I guess so,” he said, slightly smug, before trying to push away from the bar and having a hard time keeping his balance and staying upright. Ellen started to reach for him, but Kate shook her head before reaching for him herself, placing one arm over her shoulder so that he could lean on her.
“I got it,” she nodded, shifting to his weight, “Where am I going?”
“Straight back through there,” Ellen replied, pointing the way, “John’s room is the one on the right, and the one across the hall from him should be empty.”
“Alright,” she nodded, “Thanks, Ellen.”
“No problem, sweetheart.”
Feeling John’s weight on her shoulder was something familiar, something she had done many times before, but this time he wasn’t whispering drunken insults in her ear, or pushing her around he was just walking with her. It was more comfortable than she had ever imagined it to be, and it wasn’t until he lost his balance slightly, sending both of them stumbling into the wall just outside his room that the tables started to turn slightly. Now she was pinned to the wall under his weight, whiskey breath on her face, on hand steadying himself on her waist. She looked up at him, and saw large, hardened eyes staring down into hers, but his face held a look of tears.
“You have her eyes,” he whispered, the other warm hand cupping the side of her face, thumb brushing along her cheek bones.
“John?”
“You have my Mary’s eyes,” he sighed, “Her pretty, pretty green eyes.” His hand then slid up to the blond curls, tangling his fingers in them slightly.
She suddenly understood a little more, and was still processing the information when John’s lips stooped to hers, hot whiskey on his breath and the murmur of an ex-lover’s name on his lips. He continued to kiss her, and while every rational thought in her brain was telling her to fight back, she didn’t. The irrational clouded her judgment, the emotional filled her thoughts. It had been so long since she had been allowed—since she had allowed herself—to get this close to someone and now she could. The idea that a human can get by without some kind of loving contact was so far from the truth, and she had a feeling that it had been a long time since John had felt the same as well. So she kissed him back, pushing her body back against his, and let his drunken mind associate her with a lover in a past time.
***
Kate got up before he did, not wanting to ruin whatever drunken vision he had had last night. He was willing to let her believe that she was ‘Mary’ for the night, and if she was going to follow through with it, she wasn’t going to ruin it in the morning by proving that she was not. She was dressed and had Ellen making her breakfast before John emerged, asking her in a gruff voice where she wanted him to take her, and she told him to just drop her off at a gas station in the next town—she would make it the rest of the way from there. He agreed and after a cup of coffee they were both on the road in an awkward silence, Kate watching the highway go by as they went, trying to find something to bridge the gap. It seemed as though they had run out of nonsensical things to say, and everything else they were guarding with silence, not wanting to let the other in on too much. They were getting on the exit ramp when Kate decided that she would push. It wasn’t like they were ever going to see each other again.
“Can I ask you something?” she asked, turning to face him.
“Shoot,” he said gruffly, keeping his eyes on the road.
“Who’s Mary?”
She watched him—watched his jaw set tightly, and he get emotional, but he didn’t respond right away either. It was a moment before his jaw unclenched, and he spoke, but he did eventually answer her.
“Someone I used to know.”
She nodded slowly with a small smile, and once they were at the gas station, she hopped out of the truck and gave him a smile, “Thanks for the lift.”
“Not a problem,” he said, giving her a small, thin smile. She started to shut the door, and he stopped her, “Hey, Lucy.”
“Yeah?” she asked.
“My name’s Winchester,” he replied, “If you ever happen to stop by the Roadhouse again—check if I’m in.”
“I’ll do that,” she nodded, returning the smile he had given her earlier.
Once he had driven out of sight, she made her way to the local grocery store, and bought a box of hair dye. That night at the motel, she washed her blond persona away with muddy brown water. Blond was never her color anyway.
Title: Just Passin' Through
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT/PG-13
Characters: John Winchester/Kate Austen
spn_het_love Challenge: BeginningsContent Warning: Vague spoilers for "What Kate Did" (LOST).
Summary: He was the first person Kate noticed when she walked into the bar, and for some reason, she couldn’t keep herself from watching him out of the corner of her eye. There was something about him that drew their attention, making her start to think that they might be one in the same, but not wanting to push it any more than she had to.
Author's Note: Set pre-series for both, Kate's POV. My first time writing both Kate and John, so any concrit would be appreciated, especially with John. Kinda long, a bit of crack, and I already have a sequel in mind. Fickle muses.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of LOST or Supernatural. They're owned by ABC and the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please don't use them without my permission.
He played pool like he had nothing to prove—careless shots between sips of whiskey. He was the first person Kate noticed when she walked into the bar, and for some reason, she couldn’t keep herself from watching him out of the corner of her eye. There was something about him that drew their attention, making her start to think that they might be one in the same, but not wanting to push it any more than she had to. She didn’t need to make connections, find someone that the authorities could use to track her. She just wanted to get in, get out, and get right back on her way. What she really needed to do was get out of the country. Once she crossed the border she would be off their radar and she just put her past behind her, once and for all.
When she walked in, the place had gotten kind of quiet. She had never seen so many heads turn when she walked into a bar before, and she knew it wasn’t because of her newly acquired blond hair. She had tried dying it in order to change her appearance up a bit, make her harder to spot, but she was a bit at ease with the new color. She was starting to find it made her stand out more. But that wasn’t what caught the eye of this bunch—it was just the fact that she was different. She could tell she was going to be treated like an outsider already by the looks they were giving her, but she had a feeling that someone with a badge would feel even more awkward, and that she had come to the right place. She walked over to the bar like she didn’t feel the weight of the stares on her, and slid onto the barstool, waiting for her turn with the bartender.
“What can I get ya, sweetheart?” the woman behind the bar asked.
“Just a beer,” Kate replied softly, “And something to eat, if you’ve got it.”
“Any specifics on what that something to eat is?” the woman asked with a gentle smile.
“I haven’t eaten anything since I stopped for breakfast this morning,” Kate sighed, returning the smile, “So as long as it’s edible, I’m not going to be picky.”
She laughed slightly before nodding, placing a cold beer in front of her, “Coming right up.”
She had had her eye on him playing pool when she first came in, but it was his laugh that really got her paying attention. A nice belly laugh, something she hadn’t heard since she was back home in one of the old bars in Iowa, watching as they regulars conversed at the bar about nothing in particular and mostly ragged on each other for things they had screwed up. Based on the way the people around him were busting his chops, he was most likely a regular with a history. He seemed to know them as well as they knew him, but she couldn’t say that was much. There was a distance—a line. Like she was at a high society party, and people were just being nice to each other in order to pass the evening, but once the evening was gone they couldn’t really care less about each other. She could tell ‘friends’ was a loose word with these people, and if they were close enough to really support you, and pick you up when you’ve been kicked down, they weren’t friends—they were family.
He put his cue to the side for a minute before he ambled up to the bar and settled onto the stool next to her. He took another sip from his glass before turning to her and studying her for a minute.
“Don’t think I’ve seen you around here before,” he murmured. She could tell from the way he was speaking that it hadn’t been his first glass of the evening, and one look in his eyes told her that it wasn’t going to be his last. She gave him a small smile.
“Just passin’ through,” she replied, taking a pull on her beer, “Not stayin’ long.”
“Sweetheart, everyone here is just passin’ through,” he replied, “All that matters is where you came from and where you’re going.” He had a scratchy bass voice that she could imagine, once upon a time, probably charmed every girl out of her pants before she even realized what she was doing. But now his voice was cold, broken almost. Like he had lost something once upon a time, and he was going to do everything he could to try and make it right.
“I’m comin’ from Iowa,” she said slowly, “But I don’t know where I’m going. As I said—just passing through.”
“Didn’t hear a car pull up or anything,” he said, placing his glass down on the bar, “You been walking from Iowa?”
“Not all the way,” she sighed, “I’ve managed to get a few good people to take me most of the way, but—otherwise, I’ve been walking.” She took a long pull on her beer, and then turned to him, “What about you?”
“What about me?” he said, allowing a small smirk to crawl up the side of his face. She catches it and grins.
“You ask me where I’ve from and where I’m going,” Kate replied, “You think I’m going to tell you and not expect to hear the same in return.”
“Think I’m going to tell you without even knowing your name?” he said, arching an eyebrow. She sat back a bit, and the smirk widened, “Look, just because you’re a little loose with information about yourself, doesn’t mean I am.”
“Fine then,” she said, before placing her beer back down on the bar, “I’m Lucy.” She trusted the cops to stay out of this place, but she was going to cover her tracks just the same.
“Just Lucy?” he replied, and she nodded.
“Just Lucy. What about you?”
“John,” he replied, extending a bear of a hand to her and she shook it.
“Just John?” she said with a smirk, and she caught a glimmer of a smile.
“Just John,” he nodded.
***
It was a few hours later, after she had finished the food Ellen had brought to her, she took the last sip of her beer before getting up to pay her tab. She and John had spent the evening talking about nothing consequential—he would offer little bits of insight to the people he knew around them in the bar, but nothing about himself, and she would comment on his observations, but give nothing about herself as well. John’s eyes watched her as she went and he frowned, “You’re goin’?”
“Gotta get back on the road,” she sighed, “Don’t want to lose time.”
“Well—I can’t be letting you walk out on that highway all alone,” he slurred slightly as he stood up. He wobbled and placed his hand on the bar to keep his balance.
“You can’t?” she said with a grin, humoring him, “Well, what are you going to do about it?”
“I’ll drive,” he replied, holding up his keys.
“You are too drunk for that,” she sighed, And probably wouldn’t want to if you were sober.
“I’m—”
“She’s right, John,” Ellen cut him off, taking the car keys from his fingers as she passed by, sweeping the floor, “You’re too drunk to drive.”
“She’s just gonna have to stay the night then,” he replied. Kate looked at Ellen and expected her to back her again, but Ellen shook her head.
“I’m with John on this one, honey. You don’t know what’s on that road at this time of night. We got extra mattresses in the back for people to crash on who can’t drive out.”
Kate knew that this was an argument she probably wasn’t going to win, so she took a deep breath before turning to John, “I guess you win, then.”
“I guess so,” he said, slightly smug, before trying to push away from the bar and having a hard time keeping his balance and staying upright. Ellen started to reach for him, but Kate shook her head before reaching for him herself, placing one arm over her shoulder so that he could lean on her.
“I got it,” she nodded, shifting to his weight, “Where am I going?”
“Straight back through there,” Ellen replied, pointing the way, “John’s room is the one on the right, and the one across the hall from him should be empty.”
“Alright,” she nodded, “Thanks, Ellen.”
“No problem, sweetheart.”
Feeling John’s weight on her shoulder was something familiar, something she had done many times before, but this time he wasn’t whispering drunken insults in her ear, or pushing her around he was just walking with her. It was more comfortable than she had ever imagined it to be, and it wasn’t until he lost his balance slightly, sending both of them stumbling into the wall just outside his room that the tables started to turn slightly. Now she was pinned to the wall under his weight, whiskey breath on her face, on hand steadying himself on her waist. She looked up at him, and saw large, hardened eyes staring down into hers, but his face held a look of tears.
“You have her eyes,” he whispered, the other warm hand cupping the side of her face, thumb brushing along her cheek bones.
“John?”
“You have my Mary’s eyes,” he sighed, “Her pretty, pretty green eyes.” His hand then slid up to the blond curls, tangling his fingers in them slightly.
She suddenly understood a little more, and was still processing the information when John’s lips stooped to hers, hot whiskey on his breath and the murmur of an ex-lover’s name on his lips. He continued to kiss her, and while every rational thought in her brain was telling her to fight back, she didn’t. The irrational clouded her judgment, the emotional filled her thoughts. It had been so long since she had been allowed—since she had allowed herself—to get this close to someone and now she could. The idea that a human can get by without some kind of loving contact was so far from the truth, and she had a feeling that it had been a long time since John had felt the same as well. So she kissed him back, pushing her body back against his, and let his drunken mind associate her with a lover in a past time.
***
Kate got up before he did, not wanting to ruin whatever drunken vision he had had last night. He was willing to let her believe that she was ‘Mary’ for the night, and if she was going to follow through with it, she wasn’t going to ruin it in the morning by proving that she was not. She was dressed and had Ellen making her breakfast before John emerged, asking her in a gruff voice where she wanted him to take her, and she told him to just drop her off at a gas station in the next town—she would make it the rest of the way from there. He agreed and after a cup of coffee they were both on the road in an awkward silence, Kate watching the highway go by as they went, trying to find something to bridge the gap. It seemed as though they had run out of nonsensical things to say, and everything else they were guarding with silence, not wanting to let the other in on too much. They were getting on the exit ramp when Kate decided that she would push. It wasn’t like they were ever going to see each other again.
“Can I ask you something?” she asked, turning to face him.
“Shoot,” he said gruffly, keeping his eyes on the road.
“Who’s Mary?”
She watched him—watched his jaw set tightly, and he get emotional, but he didn’t respond right away either. It was a moment before his jaw unclenched, and he spoke, but he did eventually answer her.
“Someone I used to know.”
She nodded slowly with a small smile, and once they were at the gas station, she hopped out of the truck and gave him a smile, “Thanks for the lift.”
“Not a problem,” he said, giving her a small, thin smile. She started to shut the door, and he stopped her, “Hey, Lucy.”
“Yeah?” she asked.
“My name’s Winchester,” he replied, “If you ever happen to stop by the Roadhouse again—check if I’m in.”
“I’ll do that,” she nodded, returning the smile he had given her earlier.
Once he had driven out of sight, she made her way to the local grocery store, and bought a box of hair dye. That night at the motel, she washed her blond persona away with muddy brown water. Blond was never her color anyway.
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