83 If you don’t already know, the other story intersecting with LFDH is Transformers. GO WATCH IF YOU HAVE NOT. Sam is up for the picking for pairings! Him and whoever you want. Most votes for a pairing wins! Also, this crossover is not AU, it literally just crosses over as if both these stories exist in the same world. ALSO; I am in need of a beta. NOTE OR EMAIL ME IF YOU ARE INTERESTED PLZ.

Simplicity and its Faults

Chapter Six

“Hey Sam, I’m Matt and over there is John. So, what happened then?” Matt leaned forward; wondering why this teen was so uptight and seemed to be on edge now. He has brushed over their names quick enough and eagerly leaned forward to hear more.

“Well, I was T-boned by another car. I had the right of way but I guess the other guy didn’t see it.” Sam looked down, hiding his eyes from sight.

“Or he was out for ya.” John chuckled to himself and Sam flinched as if he’d been hit.

“You alright kid?” John lifted a brow as the other wrapped his arms around himself. A bit of a strange reaction for someone that had been so nonchalant about being hit by another car.

“Yeah….yeah, I’m alright. Just was thinking. My car’s really expensive. I wonder when I can go see hi-….it.” Sam seemed to stutter over his words. Matt didn’t think anything of it, due to his more urgent interest in the type of car Sam owned.

“Expensive? What kind of car? Year?” he asked excitedly.

“Oh, yeah. It’s a 2008/2009 Chevy Camaro. Yellow, black racing stripes. He’s awesome.” A goofy expression crossed Sam’s face as the obvious adoration for his car blazed through him. His eyes lit up and his entire body seemed to open up in a way that showed his genuine joy for his car.

“Ah, that is awesome. Damn, that sounds nice. How could you afford something like that!?” Matt asked, heart blackening a little in jealousy. He’d never had the money or the support to get a nice car. He’d adored them from the sidewalk always as a gawking kid whenever someone would roar past in their expensive foreign cars.

“Isn’t that one of those new cars that cost at least an arm, a leg, and a bit of soul?” John piped up from the back, grumping at how he wasn’t included in the conversation.

“Yeah, yeah. But Sam! When we get out of here, you have GOT to treat me to a ride. Fairs fair right? We hid you, you take me for a go!” Matt smiled at his quick thinking. He was already beginning to map out the possibilities of getting to ride in such an excellent car.

“Right, yeah. Maybe!” Sam grinned back at him. John mumbled darkly as it seemed two younger men seemed to be bonding over machines. It wasn’t like John liked his fair share of automobiles but he was more into guns rather than death traps.

John crossed his arms over his chest and snorted as the other occupants of the room continued to gossip like teenage girls at their first sleep over. Matt seemed to have that personality that easily attracted attention and held friendships easily. John had a more ‘rough around the edges’ kind of attraction to him and he never kept friends that easily. Hell, he’d lost his wife, son and had been just a hair’s breadth away from loosing Lucy. Something told him that he couldn’t let go of Matt, he was John’s last chance at sanity.

“So what are you into?” Sam asked Matt, making small talk. He wanted to steer the conversation away from his car, even if he did like to boast about it. He found himself slipping on his wording from time to time if he didn’t watch himself.

“Oh, well. A little a’ this, a little a’ that. I know a bit about computers so I work as a hacker from time to time. The legal kind though.” Matt assured the kid, taking a glance at John, not wanting to rock their still shaky work relationship.

If John found out that Matt liked to hack for the Government from time to time, he’d go ballistic, he was sure. He’d done a few things he wasn’t proud of in the technological world but hadn’t done so in a while.

In fact, only a few months earlier, the government itself had requested his presence at some meeting. They had wanted top quality hackers, programmers, and all around tech junkies. It was all very ‘hush, hush’ but it had not tickled Matt’s fancy in the slightest. When he tried to do a little research on the project, he had come up with nothing. Like it didn’t even exist. On the internet, that was always a bad thing. It meant either it was a scam or that it was so wrapped up in red tape that you would get sucked in without a second thought like other poor fools who accidently stepped too near that trap. He’d only avoided being pulled into it by his job involving the Firesale but no one had to really know about that.

“Oh…really? Well, how’s that work out?” Sam looked a bit shaky on Matt’s answer, and Matt furrowed his brows.

“You alright? Technology not your thing?” Matt jested.

“Naw, it’s just that. I dunno, did you hear about this big hack thing a few months back?” Sam gave him a pleading expression.

“Ya know, I did. It was something to do with the Government, wasn’t it? I didn’t get involved with that, too many questions if you ask me.” Matt assured the other. Maybe Sam was the anti-Government type. He’d known quite a few of fanatics that spent most of their time being surly and covering their trails technologically and sometimes physically.

“Ah. Yeah.” Sam looked away, not wanting to betray his position on the subject.

“Did you work for it?” Matt couldn’t help but ask, the night and day responses had him curious.

“No, not really. I just was involved with some of the people who did work with them.” Sam let out his breath in relief. He really didn’t want people to know that he was basically the crutch for the most recent war. On an intergalactic scale even.

“Oh? …. So I take it you’re from around here?” Matt changed the conversation, realizing that questions were making the other uncomfortable.

“Eh, sorta.” The two continued to talk, enjoying each other’s company.

John scowled at his wall, getting sick of the chattering birds in his room. What was wrong with them? Did they have to go over every point and detail of the latest movie or show or whatever it was they were squealing about? John stretched his arms out in front of him, cracking his wrists and elbows before pushing himself up from the cardboard masquerading as a bed.

“Water.” John mumbled as he walked past the two younger men, slightly insulted that they didn’t stop to even ask where he was going. Matt just lifted a hand in acknowledgement and continued his tired about who would win in a brawl, Sam or Dean.

John looked out into the pristine hall, scanning his surroundings. He didn’t see a water fountain in this vicinity, but in reality he didn’t really care. He just needed to get out of that stuffy room.

Looking left and then right, John started strolling down the left hallway, certain that he could find his way back. Getting to a sitting area, he spotted a few nurses bent over some magazine behind the counter. Rolling his eyes, John walked past them and continued on his way down the hallway. The identical rooms seemed fairly empty considering the size of the hospital and the major recent pileups. It was possible that most of the patients could have been moved to a different hospital to allow the patients of the Firesale crisis to rest and recuperate in peace.

“Hmph,” John huffed to himself, if that was true…why was the little chatter monkey ‘Sam’ here as well?

“Sir? Are you looking for your room?” A feminine voice asked, and John turned. Seeing a young woman he automatically stood a little straighter.

His upbringing had included manners and customs being ingrained into him. You stood up when a woman entered or left the room, you held doors open for them, so on and so forth. Unless, of course, she was trying to kill you. Then you had every right to do so much as to run them over! John chuckled under his breath at the memory but then surveyed the girl.

“No, I’m looking for a water fountain. Are you looking for something?” John asked, seeing that the woman was not wearing scrubs or a nametag to indicate she worked here.

The young woman was fairly tall, maybe a five feet, ten or eleven? She was quite slim as well as having long brunette hair. She was wearing a pair of khaki pants with some sparkly bit at the hip. She also sported a jean jacket and a sleeveless green shirt. It had some obscure logo on it, but what really interested John was the obvious car grease that adorned her hands and a swipe of it covering her cheek.

“Ah, well. I am looking for someone. My name is Mikaela.” She offered her hand, but then looked down and blushed as she realized that it was more than a bit dirty.

“Oh, sorry. I was, ah. Working on my car. Flat tire.” She blurted out, wringing her hands together.

“No problem, I’m John. Come on, my room has a sink you can use.” John rolled his eyes as they turned the way that they’d come.

She was pretty enough, but was bashful at the simple sight of grime and dirt. Turning back the way he came, he sighed to himself. He had just wanted to get out of the room but instead he’d just been drawn back again.

Tromping into his room at last, John gestured to the sink just as Mikaela gasped.

“Sam! What are you doing here!?” Mikaela ran to the boy next to Matt’s bed, a look of worry and caution etched into her face.

“Mika!” John raised a brow, Sam had pronounced her name with the “I” sounding like the “I” in “ick” rather than the “I” in “Mike”. It was a sickeningly cute nickname and it grated on his ears. Almost flinching visibly, John let his arm fall away from the sink. So much for his good deed of the day.

“Sam, your parents have been calling me nonstop! They think I spirited you away to my house or Mexico or some such ridiculousness.” The young woman snorted in indignation.

“Urgh,” Sam grunted, dropping his face to his hands.

His parents insisted on babying him like they had throughout his life ever since Jump City. His parents hadn’t been fully briefed on the situation but they knew enough that he had been quite a lot of danger and still very well could be.

“You shouldn’t be hiding from them! They only want to help, what with Bumbl-“ Sam flinched and dove across the room, almost body slamming the thinner woman.

“Mikaela!” Sam fretted, pushing her from the room, he muttered at her as he pulled her into the hallway and out of the two other men’s sight.

“Well, that was…strange. She’s rather smokin’ to be with Sam.” Matt laughed good naturedly.

“Hm.” John didn’t really have his eye on jail-bait, nor did he care to be looking at any female in the most recent months. He’d been too busy with work, the unfamiliar pains in his joints and the pang in his chest somewhere whenever he saw his graying hair in the mirror.

“You gotta admit,” Matt left the sentence hanging, waiting for John to reply.

“I admit she’s just barely eighteen, you had better keep your eyes to yourself.” John felt a bit protective of the strange woman. She reminded him if not in looks but strong spirit of his own daughter.

“Yeah, yeah.” Mat smiled almost like he’d expected the response.

A warm feeling spilt into the younger man’s gut, spreading and grabbing as it went. The grizzly older man ‘harrumphed’ and went to go sit in his bed. Matt wondered if the other ever had a single dirty thought. Maybe about some strange woman on a bus, or a passer-by on the street. Would John think about her as he was by himself at night? Matt felt his heart thump as his thoughts veered off from the normal thought pattern.

‘Okay, okay. That’s enough of that.’ But the thought was like pine sap in his mind. Sticky and clinging to every surface it could find. Invading his cells, Matt couldn’t help but recall John’s scrunched face in concentration, wondering what kind of woman fit his fancy. The elite women with long silk dresses? The party girl with a short pink skirt? Maybe the college nerd with glasses and a pony tail but willing to give you the ride of your life with the right concoction of Mike’s Lime and dimmed lights.

Matt felt his ears burn as he tried to shake his head. The images wouldn’t stop rolling through his mind like a strange parade, giving him all sorts of possibilities, but the only constant was John’s back in front of him. Not to unlike when the man had protected him from gun fire or even a truck barreling down on them.

“Hey, guys? I have to go call my parents. I’ll see ya around alright? Matt, you’ve got my number!” Sam poked his head back into the room, startling the young computer hacker out of his impromptu daze.

“O-oh. Yeah! Alright, good luck man!” Matt flipped a hand up to the other and watched as he and the girl left.

The distraction was welcome but now he was alone with the man who for some reason wouldn’t stop parading around his head. Matt assured himself, he was just interested in the more gruff man’s life. He seemed so alien to modern ways of life and seemed more like he belonged in some nethanderal show. Smiling at the mental image, he picked up his new Sudoku book. He’d just loose himself in his puzzles for a while.