𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑷𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑬 •𐙚₊˚

 Ryder had come back, also apparently not allowed in the room where the doctor was working. He was looking at something on his phone but his eyes quickly lifted from it and honed in on Ryland instead. He looked him up and down and Ryland held back a shiver. It seemed like he was about to say something but then his phone rang. He cursed to himself but answered it, turning his back to Ryland.

 “Heeeey, Gail. What’s up?” Ryder started out of the kitchen and Ryland could just barely see him turn to walk up the stairs. Ryder’s voice faded out and Ryland was no longer able to hear him.

 Ryland relaxed a little, thankful to not have to be near the human anymore. But his anxiety was still high as now it was a waiting game, to see if his brother was going to be okay or not.

 He didn’t go anywhere. He barely moved from his spot on the counter, only shifting slightly to be in a more comfortable position. He didn’t want to risk missing out on anything, so he stayed where the humans knew where he was.

 He stayed like that for four hours. Four hours of nothing but anxiety fueled thoughts. And then he heard the sound of a door opening and footsteps. He strained to listen as a pair of voices started to speak. “He’s in stable condition.” The doctor spoke, her voice getting louder as both her and Ryder entered the kitchen. Neither seemed to be surprised that he was still there.

 “Good, good.” Ryder said. “What’s the recovery looking like?”

 The doctor took out a tablet, tapping a few things on it. “He fractured his back in three places, so he’ll be down for a while. Months, most likely. And then he’ll probably need to relearn how to walk again, but he should be able to walk again.” Ryland listened with rapt attention to the doctor. Colt was alive. He was okay. He’d be bedridden for a while, which he knows Colt will hate but he would be back to normal. Eventually. It was the best news Ryland could have gotten.

 “I’ll also need to come by fairly regularly, just to check in and make sure his recovery process is running smoothly.” The doctor continued and Ryder frowned at that.

 “How often?” He asked and the doctor looked back down at her tablet.

 “More often during these first couple of months, less often after that. I’d say a good next visit should be in about a week.” She said and then looked back at Ryder. Ryder…didn’t exactly look happy at that but he sighed and nodded.

 “Alright, pencil that in then.” Ryder said and the doctor nodded, tapping a few more things on her tablet.

 Ryland was getting antsy now. The humans continued to talk over him and while it was good information regarding his brother, the only thing he wanted to do right now was see him. So, he gathered up the courage and cleared his throat. He regretted his choices a bit when both humans turned to look at him but at this point, he was sort of used to it. He let out a breath. “Can I see him? Please?”

 The doctor looked between him and Ryder. “He’s still asleep. He won’t wake up for some time but I don’t see why not?” She ended the sentence weird, continuing to look back and forth between him and Ryder. Mostly at Ryder, it seemed.

 “I’ll see you next week.” Ryder said instead of anything else. He put on a brilliant smile but it was clear he was all but kicking the doctor out now. Still, she didn’t react. She just nodded and left. Ryder stayed where he was as they heard her gather her things and leave through the front door. With the sound of the door closing, silence rang out between them. Ryland shifted on his feet, once again finding himself alone with the human. And it didn’t seem like a phone call was going to save him this time.

 Ryder looked him up and down. The smile never left his face but it did change. How exactly, well, Ryland wasn’t sure. He just knew it wasn’t the same smile he had given the doctor. “You want to see him?” Ryder asked and Ryland blinked in surprise before nodding rapidly. Ryder’s smile grew a bit wider and Ryland didn’t really know why until the human stepped closer and reached a hand toward him.

 Ryland couldn’t help it, he let out a small scream and cowered. His fear of humans hadn’t just gone away because they had saved his brother.

 “Whoa, hey, what’s with all that?” Ryder’s voice rang out and Ryland looked at him. His hand was resting on the counter now, just a few inches from where Ryland was. He looked at the hand for a long moment before glancing up at Ryder’s face. He didn’t look angry, more…amused than anything. “I’m not gonna hurt you. Would be a pretty big waste if I did, seeing as how I just spent a lot of money on a doctor for the other one.” And, well, yeah, the human had a point.

 “R-Right.” Ryland stuttered out, feeling a bit embarrassed for his reaction. “Sorry.” He felt the need to apologize.

 Ryder let out a small laugh. “It’s alright, sweetheart. Now, do you want to see him or not?”

 Ryland blushed a bit at the pet name. Not really knowing how to respond to that, he focused instead on the question. And the answer was obvious. “Yes, please.”

 Ryder hummed and his hand inched forward. “Then you gotta trust me.” He flipped his hand over so it was palm up and motioned with his head for Ryland to get on. Ryland gulped, trying to pull back his nerves. At least he wasn’t being grabbed, this whole situation definitely could have gone a lot worse. He had to be grateful the human was even helping in the first place.

 He had helped Colt. He was letting Ryland see him. He could honor his wish for trust. At least…for now.

 Ryland took a step closer toward the human’s hand, feeling his chest get tight. Just because he decided to give some trust over, didn’t mean it was any less frightening. The hand itself was bigger than him, could comfortably fit both him and Colt and there would still be room left over. It would be very easy for Ryder to close his hand and trap him within.

 Ryland groaned, shaking his head of those thoughts, and just…went for it. He stepped onto the hand, doing his best to keep himself steady on the uneven surface. He made his way to the center of the palm, knowing he would be more secure there and then sat down for the extra reassurance.

 The hand was warm, he could feel the heat emanating off of it. His hands came to rest on the skin, curiosity overtaking his fear for a moment. And then the human’s fingers curled in slightly and Ryland felt his body tense. But they didn’t come any closer, thankfully.

 “There we go.” Ryder said and that was all the warning he got before the hand was moving. Ryland tried not to look over the edge of the hand as he was being lifted higher into the air. He wasn’t scared of heights but, well, being moved like this was pretty disorienting.

 Thankfully the journey was a quick one. Ryder walked into the room and Ryland chanced a glance over the hand to see if he could see Colt. Sure enough, he was there on the desk, laying down in some sort of makeshift bed with tiny tubes connecting him to a much bigger machine. Ryland didn’t know what any of it meant, it was actually quite scary seeing Colt like that, even though he knew the doctor said he was going to be fine.

 He briefly had to wonder how they had things small enough to use on Colt but that thought quickly went away when Ryder started to lower his hand. As soon as his hand hit the table, Ryland practically flew off and ran to Colt’s side. He looked him over, hesitating with his hands over him. He looked pale but better, if he ignored all the weird tubes in his body. His breathing appeared steady and his face seemed relaxed. Ryland felt like collapsing in relief but instead he carefully gripped Colt’s hand as tears fell down his cheeks.

 “You’re going to be alright, Colt.” Ryland said in a low voice. “Everything is gonna be fine.” And it was nice to see that he, too, believed it when he said it. It really was all thanks to the human that Colt was even alive right now.

 Oh. Right. With everything going on, he hadn’t actually thanked Ryder. He hadn’t thanked the doctor either. He winced at his lack of manners. The doctor would come back, so he would have to thank her later. But Ryder…

 Ryland looked over and, sure enough, Ryder was still in the room. He sat on a chair practically right up to the table and though he held his phone in his hand, he was staring at them. He didn’t seem like he was trying to hide it either. Ryland didn’t really care for that but he couldn’t blame Ryder for it either. He’d probably act the same, if their roles were swapped and he was the human who had found a tiny person.

 Ryland shook his head. Right, he needed to say thank you. “Um, I just wanted to say thank you, Mr. Ryder. For saving him.” Ryland said.

 Ryder’s response was immediate. “Tom.”

 Ryland blinked. “Huh?”

 Ryder, or Tom, he supposed, smirked. “You can call me Tom. No reason to be so formal, sweetheart.”

 Again with the pet name. Ryland couldn’t stop the heat in his cheeks. “Oh, well, uh, thank you, Tom.”

 Tom hummed and leaned forward a bit, his head now being supported by his hand with his elbow firmly on the table. “So, I take it he’s your brother. Colt, was it?” Tom asked, looking at Colt briefly before his gaze returned to Ryland.

 “Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah, we’re twins.” He was sure that was pretty obvious. They were very identical, but Tom seemed to appreciate the extra information.

 “Right. So, then, sweetheart, what’s your name? Or do I have to keep calling you sweetheart?” Tom asked with a teasing smirk and Ryland raised one hand up, the other refusing to let go of his brother’s hand.

 “No! No, that’s okay. Um, I’m Ryland. Ryland Grace.” Maybe the pet names would stop now. Hopefully.

 Tom hummed. “Grace, huh?” His gaze drifted over to Colt. “Ironic.”

 Ryland squeezed Colt’s hand a bit tighter. “That’s not-the string he was climbing down broke. Colt’s usually the one who’s good at this.” He felt the need to defend his brother. Colt was good at what he did. It wasn’t his fault that the string happened to give out.

 Tom raised both of his hands. “Sorry, sorry.” He was laughing a little as he said it, negating the apology a bit. “I didn’t mean to offend.”

 Ryland hummed and opened his mouth to say more, what he wasn’t actually sure, when he felt movement. He practically gave himself whiplash turning his head back towards Colt as his brother moved a bit in his sleep. Ryland waited with bated breath to see if Colt would wake up, but he quickly settled back down again, still asleep. He sighed but reminded himself that the doctor said it would be a while.

 “So, what are you? Can’t say I’ve ever seen, or heard of, tiny people before.” Tom suddenly said, leaning even more forward. Ryland tensed at the questions, sure he had revealed them but there was still a line, right? But then again, maybe he owed it to Tom to tell him, seeing as how he helped Colt and all.

 “Well, uh, that’s a good thing. We’re supposed to stay…unknown.” Ryland winced at his own words. He really had risked a lot by doing, well, all of this.

 It was all worth it though, for Colt.

 “I could have guessed that.” Tom scoffed slightly, leaning further back in his chair. “Otherwise, the news of you little guys would be all over.” And Tom was right, if the wrong person ever found out about them, then that was it. Their existence would spread like wildfire and then…who knew what would happen.

 Ryland had a pretty good idea and it was not something pleasant.

 “You, uh, aren’t…going to tell anyone about us. Right?” Ryland hesitantly asked. Tom had already told the doctor, which again, Ryland couldn’t argue with. The doctor was needed in order to save Colt. But hopefully, that could be the end of it.

 “Wasn’t planning on it.” Tom said simply and Ryland relaxed a bit. “Unless something comes up and another specialist needs to come in or whatever.” Okay, that was fair enough.

 “They won’t say anything either?” Ryland asked and Tom waved his worries away.

 “The doctor signed an NDA. She’d be sent to prison if she ever spoke of anything she saw here.” Tom said and Ryland’s eyes went wide. Prison? Well, he supposed it was a good incentive to make sure she didn’t say anything. But still. “So…are you going to answer my question? Or are you going to keep leaving me in suspense?”

 Ryland blinked before remembering what exactly it was that he had asked. “Oh. Right.” Tom wouldn’t tell anyone and he deserved to know at this point, right? “We’re called borrowers.”

 “Borrowers.” Hearing the name of his species come from the mouth of a human was all sorts of wrong but Ryland ignored the feeling it gave him. “Interesting.” It was then that a ding came from Tom’s phone. He looked at it and sighed before standing up. Ryland couldn’t hold back his flinch but Tom didn’t seem to notice.

 “Welp, as much fun as it is to watch someone sleep, I’ve got some work to do.” Tom typed a few things on his phone and glanced back at Ryland. “I’m assuming you’re gonna stick around?”

 Ryland nodded. “I’m not leaving Colt.”

 Tom hummed. “Figured. I’ll be back later.” And with that, Tom exited the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

 Ryland let out a long breath, finally feeling like he could relax. The humans were gone and Colt was going to be okay. Ryland felt a bit of his anxiety ebb away.

 His thoughts still raced, of course, about his brother and about Tom, but they were at least quieter than before with Tom now out of the room.

 He squeezed his brother’s hand again and got comfortable. He’d be here when Colt woke up. He’d make sure of it.

***

 Tom closed the door and paused briefly before locking it, just for good measure. He knew the borrowers weren’t going anywhere but still, he felt better doing so.

 Borrowers. Tom rolled the name around in his head. It was pretty on the nose. Telling. He gathered a lot of information just from the name of their species alone. He thought about writing the name out on a sticky note but decided against it. He didn’t want some random person seeing his note and questioning him on it.

 Not that anyone would, no one questioned the Tom Ryder, but better to be safe than sorry, he supposed. Besides, he doubted he’d forget something like that any time soon.

 He looked down at his hand, rubbing his palm with a thumb. Holding one of them had been something else entirely. He could still feel the tiny weight, could still see how small Ryland was in comparison to his own hand.

 He wanted to experience that feeling again. Holding someone like that, knowing they were completely reliant on you…it was a very powerful feeling. But not in the same way that Tom was used to. Tom was used to feeling powerful, he was a famous movie star, after all. He had the fame, the money, the looks in order to get whatever he wanted. To make people do whatever he wanted.

 But this was…different.

 A good different, Tom decided.

 Tom hummed to himself as he looked back at his closed office door again before turning away and heading up the stairs. He’d have plenty of opportunities to have one of them in his hands again. 

He’s relieved to see you standing off to the side of the theater’s large double doors, waiting for him, by the look of you. And in that little black dress and heels, perfect for every curve, he more than appreciates the view.

His smile is almost involuntary when you notice him, your eyes brightening.

“Hey,” you say, “I um, wasn’t sure you would come.”

Dean kisses your cheek, lingering there at the scent of your perfume.

“Mmm, you smell nice,” he whispers.

You try to temper your smile, but it’s no use.

“Behave,” you warn. Though you notice the bouquet of red roses he’s holding, and you soften. He plucks one of the stems out of the bunch and presents you with a single rose.

“Gotta save the rest of these for the star of the show, but don’t think I forgot about you, sweetheart,” he says.

That crooked grin of his should come with a warning label.

You take the rose, biting your lower lip. Your mouth opens, even though you don’t know what’s about to come out. But any reply you could’ve made is completely derailed—by the voice of your ex-boyfriend.

He greets you by name, and you turn around on reflex. While you’d been a bit uncertain about Dean, you thought could’ve banked on the fact that Nick wouldn’t be here. He certainly takes note of Dean when he approaches, holding out his hand in greeting.

“Nick Vaught,” he supplies.

Dean glances at you briefly. He knew who this man was before he spoke, just by the more guarded look on your face.

“Dean Winchester,” he offers, along with his hand to shake.

Nick quirks a brow and points at Dean in recognition.

“Winchester. HunterCorp. You took over for your father, right? I remember reading the press release, after Ashland broke into the Fortune 500,” Nick says. His arrogance shines through in his tone and the subtle raise of his chin.

“Yeah, we almost worked with an F500 company, Roman Enterprises,” Dean says, sharing a knowing look with you. “They tried to sell me a gun that would take your hand off on the reload. So as far as I’m concerned, being a top seller doesn’t always mean quality. But congrats. I’m sure you guys earned it.”

One thing Dean also has down is a fake ass grin. You cover a smile with your fingers. His hand slips to the small of your back.

“Should we go in, find our seats?” he asks you. You start to nod, but—

“Wait a minute,” Nick says. He watches the closeness between you and Dean shrewdly, but focuses on you. “I get that you work for HunterCorp, but why does the CEO care about my kid’s play?”

You almost sigh. This was why you almost didn’t tell Nick about tonight, but you knew Emma deserved at least the attempt to have her father see her.

“We’re seeing each other,” you say, matter of fact, and without the embarrassment you thought you might have, despite the judgy raise of his brows. You decide not to tack on the whole executive assistant part.

“Right, right. So you’re fucking,” Nick says flatly.

It earns him a frowning look from another parent walking into the theater.

You gape at him, until a glower overtakes your face. “Jesus Christ, Nick.”

Dean’s expression hardens, but he doesn’t let go of you. If anything, his guiding hand becomes more protective and he presses you toward the door.

“Come on. You don’t owe him an explanation,” he says in your ear.

“I don’t need one. It’s fucking obvious,” Nick says, gesturing at you two. He snorts in amusement. “Though I shouldn’t be too surprised. Guess you just have a type for authoritative men.”

“Watch your mouth,” Dean snaps. His voice is quiet, but deep enough to be a real warning.

Nick’s lips press together in annoyance.

You’re already close to seething, but unlike him, you have some fucking decorum. You look around to make sure no one’s watching you all too closely before you speak.

“There’s actual parents around, and this is your daughter’s school, if you haven’t noticed,” you hiss. “Which to be fair, you probably haven’t, since you’ve never actually been here before. Hope you enjoy the fucking show.”

You pivot on your heel, and Dean follows after you. Though he glances over his shoulder, finding Nick standing there testily with one hand in his pocket and a tonight’s playbill in the other.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, as you lead Dean down the row to the seats you reserved. Your dad is already sitting in one of them.

“We were bound to meet sooner or later,” Dean replies wryly. “Grade A asshat.”

“You have no idea,” you say. Though you pause and give your dad a small wave when he sees you. “By the way, you’re meeting my dad too.”

Dean pauses. “Wait, what?”

“Please,” you say. You grab his hand for solidarity, and because you want to, offering him a slightly nervous smile.

Amused, he can’t help but humor you. He steels himself a little as you two shuffle down the second row. He shakes hands with your father and exchanges pleasantries. Though when you stumble slightly on how to introduce Dean, your father is the one who actually helps you fill in the gap.

“Are you the brave soul who’s been dating my daughter?” he asks.

Dean shakes his hand firmly. “That would be me.”

The other man eyes him for a moment, seizing him up. After a moment, he nods.

“Good. You know you’ve got a gem on your hands.”

Dean gives you a sly smile. “Oh, I know very well.”

A blush blooms warmth in your cheeks. You take your seat between them and help Dean situate the bouquet on the floor. The rose he gave you rests in your lap.

It’s just in time for Nick to take his seat at the end of the opposite row. He glances over at you two, but soon ignores you to take a look at the program.

You heave a long breath through your nose. Dean takes possession of your left hand, earning your attention. He presses a kiss to your knuckles. You smile, though doubt begins to creep in regardless. You lean in closer to him.

“You sure about this?” you ask softly. “You know this can’t be the thing where you get bored after a week and send me a Tiffany bracelet as a consolation prize. You can’t do it to Emma—”

“Hey,” Dean says, stopping you quietly, but firm. “I already told you…this is more than that.”

You stare back at him with a measure of surprise. He understands it, considering his track record, but he knows he’ll just have to convince you. When he thinks of you and the kid, he sees the life his father used to trade for long hours at the office and a heart attack at 52. Dean’s come to realize that if he’s not careful, he’ll end up just like his old man.

So he smiles and leans in to steal a kiss. You can’t help but melt into it, and into him.

Your father watches out of the corner of his eye with a smile of his own.

While Emma isn’t Matilda herself, she plays a very adorable Lavender, one of Matilda’s best friends—complete with a purple dress and glasses you found at Target. Through a lot of motherly pride and shedding a few tears, you’re able to get a few discreet pictures of her on your phone.

After the play, you’re half dreading and half looking forward to the moment she runs out from the backstage area with her teacher (who hilariously played Miss Trunchbull) and the rest of her class. Emma’s back in her normal clothes, and most of the makeup was cleaned off with wipes, but she still somehow has glitter in her hair when she attacks you with a hug.

“Baby you did so good!” you say. You’re smiling from ear to ear as you two sway back and forth.

“Good job, kiddo,” your father says, ruffling her hair. Emma gives her grandpa a big hug next.

“I remembered all my lines. And I held the lizard, but he was slimy!” she exclaims.

You laugh, though you still can’t believe they used a real newt to drop into Miss Trunchbull’s drink.

“Well, you’ve got some more people who came to see you—”

“Hey, Em,” Nick says. He makes a subtle point to step into his daughter’s line of vision before Dean, who just waits behind.

He knows what Nick is doing, but it’s also kind of fair that he sees his daughter first. Dean is…what, a family friend? He doubts you’ve told her more than what Emma already knows him to be: Mommy’s work friend.

Emma’s face brightens. “Daddy!”

She hugs his waist. He holds her back, petting her hair.

“You saw me?” she asks hopefully.

“Of course, honey. You did a great job.”

“What was your favorite part?” she asks.

Nick stumbles there slightly. Your lips quirk. Before intermission, you happened to look over and saw him scrolling through his phone. You suppose you can give him partial credit for sitting through the whole thing.

“Uh, well, it’s hard to pick. Everything was so good,” he says. “Hey, would you want to come over to hang out with me tonight?”

“Nick,” you cut in sternly. He gives you some side-eye, but he’s focused on Emma. She looks a little unsure though.

“What? She’s never stayed over with me before. Tonight’s a special night,” he says.

“That’s because,” you say, but you stop yourself short with an annoyed frown. You don’t want to say in front of your daughter that the reason why she’s never slept over at his apartment is because it goes against your full custody agreement, what he wanted to begin with.

“Well, you know very well why,” you say, holding Emma by her shoulders. “I think it’s time for us to say goodnight.”

Nick is about to protest, when his cell rings in his pocket. His jaw clenching, he checks his phone and swears under his breath.

He looks down at his daughter and gives her an apologetic look.

“This is an important work call that I need to take, but I love you, and it was good to see you, honey.”

“You’re leaving?” she asks, her eyes filling with disappointment. Nick hesitates, but glancing up at your unyielding face, then back to hers, he just strokes her on the head.

“I’m sorry, Em. I’ll see you again soon,” he says. He answers the call right before it stops ringing. “Hey, no, cancel that. I want to see the new reports first. Get it to me within the hour.”

His voice drifts down the hall as he walks away. It leaves a crestfallen little girl in his wake.

But she finally notices Dean. He’s been standing off to the side with a dozen roses behind his back. When he smiles at her gently, she’s able to smile again too.

“Hey, sweetheart. Finally get to move up the line to say hi to you. Looks like I’m in the presence of a little celebrity,” he says. He takes a knee so that he can be eye-level with her when he gives her the bouquet.

Her eyes go wide as she accepts them. “Whoa, there’s so many.”

You smile, sharing a look with your dad while you blink past a telltale sting in your eyes.

You squeeze Emma’s shoulders. “What do you say?”

“Thank you,” Emma says, swaying a little with her pretty roses.

Dean laughs and playfully thumbs at her cheek. “You’re welcome.”

She giggles.

Dean glances up at you and your dad as he gets back up to his feet. “So, can I take you guys out to celebrate? I know a nice place not too far.”

“Food sounds good to me,” your father says.  

“How nice are you talking?” you ask. Unlike Dean, you don’t come from money. Your family’s idea of a night out consisted of Red Lobster, Outback, or the Dairy Queen around the corner.

“How about the Ruth’s Chris down the street,” Dean offers. He sees the look of reservation on your face and takes your hand in reassurance. “Come on, it’s on me.”

You bite your lip. “You sure?”

“The man’s sure, sweetheart. Let’s get moving,” your father says, rubbing his hands together before he steers Emma toward the exit. “God knows I haven’t had a good steak in the last decade.”

He helps Emma hold her flowers on the way to the parking lot, allowing Dean to keep his hold on your hand as you followed behind.

“This is dangerous you know,” you say in amusement. “You’re gonna give my dad a taste of the high life. He’ll think it’s free steak and bourbon forever.”

“Hey, if that’s what the guy wants, I’m not above bribery,” Dean remarks.

You laugh and lean into his side, wrapping your arm around his. He presses a kiss to the side of your head, smiling all the while.

Two Years Later

Dean scans the very detailed document on his laptop with a critical eye.

“Okay, Yale graduate. MBA. Internships, the works. Strong start.”

Kevin Tran, the latest candidate, pushes up his glasses.

“I also maintained a 4.56 GPA weighted average, 4.78 cumulative,” he says. “Um, I can tell you more about how my roles in finance have intersected with business and sales, or first I can give you the highlights from my internships. Would you like that in chronological order or in order of relevance?”

Dean clears his throat and takes another sip of iced tea. Kevin watches him do it with some nervous energy as he tries not to fidget in his seat.

“What do you think, sweetheart?” Dean asks.

He glances over at you, where you sit in your own leather chair. This may be Dean’s office, but yours is now down the hall. As Operations Manager, you oversee HunterCorp’s logistics, budgets and resources, quality assurance, and office management. You’re literally the connective piece between Sam and Dean, and every department in the company. But you’ve been spread a little too thin for the past few months, juggling your new responsibilities with the old. Now, Dean needs your replacement.

You peruse Kevin’s resume again and flip the page. Your engagement ring catches the light.

“Let’s start with internships.”

AN: How'd you like Dean stepping up? You think he'd make a good stepdad? 😘

I am working on a longer Dean AU series at the moment. I'll be telling you guys more about it next week, but until then, please let me know what you thought about this little mini series!

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