was wondering if you could do a one shot where it’s dean x reader but
the reader is Bobby’s daughter and she and dean have to date secretly
because Bobby doesn’t want her dating hunters? And the reader and
dean are always sneaking off for a quickie and then bobby always
notices there missing and sort of figures it out?
“Thanks sweetheart.” Bobby gave you a smile as you handed him his beer.
“No problem dad.” you said out of habit as you gave the boys a beer too, smiling softly at both of them and sharing a small look with Dean when your fingers brushed.
“Any news on the case?” you asked as you sat on a chair next to your father and took a look on his computer.
“Nah seems like it’s going to take longer than usual.” Sam replied for him and you nodded your head as you looked at him but let your eyes drift for a moment to Dean who hadn’t take his off you. A small smile played on his lips and you chewed on your own as you looked at him but then tears your eyes shyly.
“All signs show demon possession but when we got at the house there was no sulfur and the body actually showed no traces of possession. So it could also be a ghost if you think about- hey!” Bobby snapped angrily making both you and Dean jump “Eyes here you idjit!” he gave him a glare as Dean shrugged.
“I was just thinking what you were saying!” he said simply, taking a sip of his beer as your father rolled his eyes.
“Sure you were.” Bobby huffed as he looked at you and you scurried to occupy yourself with something.
at Bobby Higgins, who returned her grin and even gave her a small bow.
days at Dr. Beaton’s speech pathology clinic, she had picked up enough ASL to
understand what Bobby was trying to tell her. Corporal Higgins had barely
survived a mortar attack in Viet Nam – costing him his right leg, inflicting
disfiguring burns on the left side of his face, and resulting in significant
brain trauma. That he was able to walk – with crutches – was a miracle. That he
was also able to communicate, in a strange hybrid of sign language and speaking
short, simple words, was nothing short of miraculous, testament to the
dedication of Dr. Beaton and his team.
Bobby was just
twenty two. He would struggle for the rest of his life. But he was stubborn,
and determined. And clearly very kind.
“You are so
welcome, Bobby. It’s been so delightful getting to know you this week.”
Bobby carefully blink, then swallow, preparing his voice.
another smile. “Of course! Here – let me give you my school address. I’d *love*
to hear from you and I can’t wait to see your progress!”
address onto a piece of scrap paper and tucking it in the front pocket of Bobby’s
overalls, she helped him to his feet and walked with him toward the door. His
wife Amy waited outside – they had married right before he shipped out, and had
two-year-old Orrie to keep them busy. Claire had learned all about them in her
work with Bobby this week – and, just like it had been the previous three days,
her heart clenched to see the look of ecstatic joy on Amy’s face when she saw
Bobby come to her in the waiting room.
Yes, Bobby had
a long road to recovery – but he also had a fabulous support system to keep him
on the right track.
With a final
pat on the back, she stepped aside, letting Bobby cross the room on his own to
Amy, and sink into her embrace.
returned to the clinic, now strangely silent that Bobby had gone home. She had
learned so much working with Dr. Davie Beaton and his patients this week – the doctor
was truly doing some pioneering work, and at Appalachian State in North
Carolina, of all places. He had welcomed her with open arms, allowing her to
dive right in and learn directly from the very people whom she hoped one day to
Dr. Beaton had
about twenty patients at his clinic – the vast majority of which were returned
veterans. Several people who had suffered quite traumatic car accidents rounded
out the rest of his clientele. He sought to not only study their brains and
understand the root cause of their language difficulties, but also to develop a
custom program to help them regain their ability to communicate.
case, it was a mix of speech and ASL. Bobby wasn’t the same man he had been
before his injury, but he had clearly come a long way in the six months he had
been working with Dr. Beaton. And Claire saw near-identical results with all
the other patients.
Dr. Beaton was
truly having an impact. Just like she wanted to have an impact, once she
completed her education.
Just like she
knew she’d had an impact on one man, from Boone, three years ago in a humid
hospital in Viet Nam.
No. She had
resolved to not think about him until the week was through. Her flight back to
Boston wasn’t until Monday morning – leaving enough time over the weekend to…to
do what? Find Jamie Fraser? Think about not finding him?
swallowed. Her suddenly shaky fingers smoothed the creases out of her scrubs,
heart suddenly racing.
looked up to meet Dr. Beaton’s kind eyes.
“I’m sorry –
could you repeat that?”
Dr. Beaton was
in his late sixties – his research had started with servicemen returning from
World War II, continued with veterans from Korea, and now he worked with the
boys returning from ‘Nam. He’d done a short stint in Da Nang, where he’d worked
with Joe Abernathy and been able to put some of his work into immediate
practice for the injured servicemen he’d met.
Claire had taken
an immediate liking to him – not only for his skill, and for the fact that he
hadn’t cared she was female, but mostly because she reminded her of her dear,
dear Uncle Lamb. Lamb, the kind-hearted, scatterbrained, socially awkward
elderly uncle who had raised her almost from birth. Whose death had
precipitated an existential crisis that had ended up with her hasty marriage to
Frank – seeing him as a port in the storm.
Oh, the irony.
smiled at Claire. “I was just saying – you are truly gifted with these
patients. Especially the veterans – I think it helps that you served, because
they can relate to you in a way that’s hard for me to do.”
blushed. “Thank you, Doctor – and again, I can’t tell you how much I appreciate
the opportunity to work in your clinic. I’ve learned so much, I don’t even know
where to begin.”
He sat, and
gestured for her to take a seat as well. “I was wondering – would you be
interested in attending the campus veterans’ support group? It’s mostly
attended by returning soldiers who need just the emotional support – they’re
not physically injured, I mean. But as I’m sure you know, the emotional wounds
can run quite deep.”
and watched him fish a crumpled flyer from his coat pocket and slide it across
the table. “Here is their information – I believe they’re meeting tonight, if
you’re up for it.”
carefully unfolded the paper. The mimeographed message was simple – peer support,
veterans helping veterans. Coffee and donuts would be provided.
Then the name
of the organizer caught her eye.
Fraser? Is he a student?”
laughed. “Oh he was – but he’s close to my age now. The Frasers have been a
pillar of Boone since well before the Revolution – and they’ve been attending
App State since it was founded. Murtagh served in World War II and then came
here on his GI Bill, but he’s always hanging around in some form or another.”
Why did she
feel so dizzy?
“Why do you
“I served with
someone at Chu Lai whose last name was Fraser – and his uncle was General
Dr. Beaton was
visibly taken aback. “The Great Scot’s nephew? Well, that would be Jamie
Fraser. He’s a local hero, you know – won a Purple Heart and Silver Star on the
“So I heard,”
Claire said softly. Was that her voice?
Jamie got out of the service a few years back and comes to the group sometimes
with Murtagh. He volunteers a lot in town with the different veterans’ groups –
he’s really wanted to give back. He’s got a bit of Murtagh in him, for sure –
but also he’s so much like his father, Brian. Brian and Murtagh were cousins,
and they fought together in the Pacific. Horrific stuff.”
absently, then rose.
Dr. Beaton – see you tomorrow?”
“Of course –
have a good evening, Claire. Alec will be in tomorrow – I know he’s looking
forward to seeing you again.”
grabbed her coat, and quickly exited the room.
straight back across campus to her tiny hotel room, where she locked the door
behind her and placed her hand on top of her racing heart.
He was here.
Jamie was here. He could be here tonight.
never be ready.
just…walk in to a room with others. She had to see him – but wanted to do so on
her own terms.
For her sake –
and for his.
So she yanked
out the drawer from the small bedside table, pulled out the phone book, and
Operator? I need the actual street address for PO Box 1746 in Boone, North