I sat alone in my apartment, working on my biology paper. One things for sure, if you wanna be a nurse, you need to know more than just stitching and dressing wounds. 2 things I was already more than familiar with. Taking my glasses off and massaging the bridge of my nose, I decided it was time for a break. Coffee time at the campus lounge. Grabbing my wallet and throwing on my jacket I headed toward the door. I had just reached for the knob when I felt those familiar hairs on the back of my neck and arm stand on edge. Someone, or something, was behind me. In my room. Instantly forcing myself calm, I tap into my dormant hunter genes, listening as the "intruder" moves around coming up behind me. Thrown into full blown defense mode, I turn facing the intruder, one swift jab to the gut and I flip him to the ground.
"Nice to see you haven't lost your touch Becky-babe." Dean smirked from below me.
"Dean? What are you doing here? How'd you even know where I was?" He was smiling at me. Giving me an appreciative once over, he held his hand up. "You know although I enjoy the view," he suggested toward my chest, "help me up and I'll explain."
Instinctively I held my hand out helping him to his feet. He moved in close, wrapping me in a tight embrace. I hugged him to me, taking in the scent that is purely and completely Dean. He snagged a hand behind my neck angling my face to his and kissed me gently. I pushed away from him, hands coming to rest on my hips, "explain!" I demanded him.
"Dads gone missing. We need help finding him." He said matter-of-factly.
"We?" I questioned.
"Sammy and me."
"Oh," I laughed, "So now I know how you found me." Of course Sammy would give me away. He was the only one I stayed in contact with. After all, he's been my best friend all our lives.
"Yeah he's in the car waiting. So can you come? We need the help Beck." Dean pleaded with me. Dean, Sam and John had always been my family. And seeing Dean right now, so much is coming flooding back like a tidal wave.
"If its for John, yes! You know you guys are my family." Just then Kendra, my roommate, walked in.
"Hey Beck, what's going on? Who's this?" She asked giving Dean a proper once over.
"Hey girl. This is Dean. Dean this is my roommate, Kendra. Some stuff has come up so I need to take off for a few days."
"Dean." She smiled at him. "Wait, THE Dean?" Her jaw dropped. Dean grinned ear to ear looking at me and all I could do was hide my face in my hands.
"The Dean huh?" He smiled smugly at me, "What have you heard?"
"Don't answer that Kendra!" I practically screamed at her. Rushing past her, dragging Dean with me. I sure wasn't leaving those 2 alone together. I walked into the bedroom, gently closing the door behind us. He immediately started looking through the pictures scattering the room. There were several laying around. One of my mom, dad and me. I was about 4. Right before the demon had possessed her and dad killed her in self defense. One from mine and Sammy's first hunt. We were about 10. John and dad standing behind us, smiling proudly. Then a few of the "3 musketeers" as we called ourselves. Me in the middle with an arm over both their shoulders, me and Sammy about 15 and Dean, 19. A goofy one of them each kissing my cheeks at my sweet 16 birthday party. Then there was one on my nightstand. The only 2 people who knew about this one was me and Dean. I was 18, he was 22, sitting on the hood of the impala. His arms were wrapped tightly around my waist, his head on my shoulder as I sat in between his legs and took the picture. Both smiling and both happy being with the other. Dean picked that one up.
"I remember this." He smiled.
"Yeah so do I. This was the day all hell broke loose." I took the picture from him. He came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, kissing me tenderly on the neck.
"Don't remember it so negatively." His kisses lulling me into another world. Just as they always had. "I remember it as the day I realized how much I love you." His hands finding my stomach and pushing me harder into him.
"Yeah maybe so." I rocked into him for a minute before pulling away. "I remember it as the day dad pulled the shotgun on you and John." I said frowning looking at the floor.
"Yeah he made it clear I'd never be good enough for his precious daughter." He frowned back at me.
"So he said. You didn't wait to her my response." I said throwing the rest of my belongings in the duffle bag.
"What would your response have been?" He asked looking me in the eyes and taking a step closer.
"Doesn't matter. That was 4 years ago Dean."
"It matters to me." He whispered huskily in my ear. I looked him dead in those beautiful green eyes, all seriousness in my voice, "That I loved you. Fuck my father! As long as I have you, I don't need anyone else."
-Flashback June 2001 (Becky 18/ Dean 22)-
I woke up early that morning, time to get in a run and start off my day. Guess that's just the hunter training in me. I was a warrior, well atleast raised to be one anyway. Especially with Bobby Singer being my father. Daddy, Sam and John were working a case in California, some kind of poltergeist. Dean was dealing with some hoodoo bs down in Baton Rouge. He's supposed to be back some time today though. If I'm lucky, we might get a little bit of alone time before Daddy and John return.
I stood in the kitchen fixing myself some coffee when the front door opened.
"Honey, I'm home!" Dean sing-songed through the house, tossing his duffle to the floor. A huge smile crept onto my face and I just pretended not to hear. He came into the kitchen and up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, squeezing tightly. I sighed, leaning into him a minute, letting his much larger body cradle mine.
Turning around in his arms and wrapping my own around his neck, "Missed you!" I said looking into those gorgeous green eyes before pulling him into a sweet and innocent kiss.
"I missed you more gorgeous." He caressed my cheek to my jaw and then to my chin, using his thumb and index finger to lift my face to his once more this time kissing me passionately. His tongue ran along my bottom lip asking for more, which I willingly complied, opening mine slightly for his tongue to gently slide in, engaging my own in a romantic slow dance. Showing absolutely nothing but love and tenderness. I ran my hands through his short brown spikes, pulling him closer into me and deepening the kiss.
In that instant, the kiss went from romantic and innocent to hungry and needy. He pushed me backwards until my lower back met with resistance from the counter, hands roaming my body, igniting a deep fire within as only Dean himself ever had. His lips never breaking contact with mine as he lifted me up onto the counter, evening out the playing field since his 6'1" stature was a bit of a difference from my 5'5" frame. Clothes were thrown every which way and I let him take me right there in the kitchen of my father's house.
- Later that day -
Dean and I sat side by side on the hood of the impala in the salvage yard.
"So yeah, I leave tomorrow morning. 2 weeks in bumfuck Montana, sounds fun right?" he smirked. I knew he was trying to make light of the situation. It was killing him to leave just as much as it was killing me that I couldn't go. Especially since I only got to spend a day with him.
"You know how bad I want to come with you right?" I asked leaning my head on his shoulder.
"Yeah I know babe, I want you to come too. But you have your whole graduation and graduation parties coming up in a week. It's the one piece of normal you've been able to have. I'm not gonna take that away from you and neither would Dad or Bobby." he explained resting his head on top of mine.
"What good is it if the one person I want the most to be there isn't?" I snuggled deeper into him. He sat up, cupping my face in his huge hands and kissed me slowly. He pulled away and moved so that he was now sitting behind me, legs and arms wrapped around me as I leaned back into him, closing my eyes.
"Take a picture. That way I'm always with you." I burst out laughing.
"I swear Dean, sometimes you're such a sap." I joked with him. I'm so glad he lets me see this side of him. Not just the hardass soldier he has been trained to be.
"Yeah, yeah. It's only for you though." He smiled at me, kissing my cheek. So I took the opportunity and took the picture. Absolutely perfect.
It was around 5 when Daddy, John and Sam got back. Daddy looked like something was already bothering him as he stormed into his study going straight for the bottle of whiskey that was waiting for him in his desk. 'Oh well, I'll deal with that tomorrow. I'm gonna make the most of the time I have left with Dean.' I thought as I sat down beside him on the couch. Close enough his leg was still rested against mine, but not enough to make it obvious. We turned on Scary Movie 2 and the whole world just seemed to fade away.
"I'm definitely trying to hold onto you all night long. So I can remember how it feels to hold you in my arms." Dean whispered in my ear, his lips gently brushing against it.
"I'm heading up. Wait like 15 minutes then come up." I whispered back. Standing and stretching out my cramped muscles then walking toward Dad's study.
"Night Dad. Night John." I said leaning into the doorway, then heading toward the stairs.
"Night." The chorus echoed back.
"Well I'm heading to bed Dad. Early day tomorrow." Sam called about 15 minutes after I had went up the stairs. Dean agreed. Dean and Sam walked up the stairs to the room they shared when they stayed. Dean, not stopping at the door but kept walking towards my room.
"Uh Dean, where are you going?" Sam asked at the door.
"Oh, I gotta ask Becky something real quick." he rattled off, reaching my door and knocking on it.
"Uh huh, yeah sure." Sam smirked. I opened the door, he checked the hallway quickly, seeing Sam had already went into their room and shut the door. He stepped in and carefully shut the door behind him. He pushed me against the wall, lips hungrily attacking mine.
Breathing heavily, we pulled apart. "Oh my god. I don't know if I'm gonna make it 2 whole weeks without you." I sighed.
"Don't think about that now. Lets just make it something to remember." Dean said huskily as he tugged on the bottom of my shirt, pulling it over my head.
"Dean Winchester, you're such a horndog!" I laughed quietly.
"Yeah but you like it." he said pulling off his own shirt, discarding it on the floor along with mine. His lips latched onto mine once again causing a light moan to escape me. He edged me back toward my bed. I clumsily fumbled with my jeans, unbuttoning them and letting them fall to the floor as we walked. He pushed me down onto the bed and taking the time to discard his own jeans before joining me.
"I want you so bad." he told me, in between kisses he was placing on my neck before he started sucking slightly.
"Mmmm Dean." I moaned again, a little louder this time. Just then a knock sounded on the other side of my door. Just as Dean and I broke apart, Dad came in.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" Dad screamed. Dean jumped up from the bed.
"Oh my God Daddy!" my face blood red. HIs face just screamed anger.
"Get down stairs now!" he exclaimed, turning and storming out the door. Dean had just threw his pants back on and me, my nightshirt, when Dad screamed again, "NOW I SAID!" he fumed from the stairs. We walked out of the room doing the walk of shame down the hallway. Sam opening the door to see what all the yelling was about, his jaw dropping to the floor as he saw Dean walking down the hallway shirt in hand and me following behind in just my nightshirt. We got downstairs, Dad and John were already sitting at the kitchen table waiting for us.
"Sit down." Dad ordered. Dean and I glanced at each other quickly taking our seats.
"Tell me I didn't walk in on what I think I walked in on." Dad sat back in his chair, arms folded across his face and an evil 'I want to kill you' glare staring at Dean. Neither one of us said a word, just hanging our heads in shame at just being caught by the one person who couldn't know about us.
"Ok, since neither of you have balls to answer. I know exactly what's happening here and it's over before it even begins. End of discussion."
"Daddy, we've secretly been together for 2 years already. It began a long time ago." the word vomit escaping my lips before I even realized. Dean looked at me, just as shocked as me.
"What?" Dad screamed jumping up suddenly, his chair falling backwards behind him. He turned towards John, who up to this moment had just been quietly listening. "Did you know about this?"
"Yeah I did." John sighed.
"Get out of my house!" Dad ordered and pointed towards the door.
"Bobby, I love her more than anything. She's the only decent thing in my life." Dean finally spoke up.
"You're not good enough for her idjit! You'll never be! She deserves better than this life. She deserves a normal life, without demons and monsters. She deserves to have a family, not to be bouncing from motel to motel with some high school drop-out with 6 bucks to his name who thinks he's God's gift to women."
"Don't you say that to my son!" John fumed, jumping up in Dean's defense. "You know damn well she's gonna be involved in this life. YOU raised her in it! Be thankful her and Dean have something. Atleast you know he can take care of her and protect her." John yelled.
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Dad screamed again.
"Daddy, stop it!" I exclaimed.
"No he's right. We're done here. Come on Dean. Sammy lets go." John hollered up the stairs.
"No Dad." Dean yelled. "I'm 22. Becky's 18. We're adults. We can do what we want." He walked over and stood in Dad's face. Dad stepped back, grabbing his shotgun, cocked it and pointed it directly at Dean. John instinctively stepped forward blocking Dad's aim at Dean.
"Go Dean." John ordered. Dean flashed me an 'I'm sorry' look, grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair and walked out the door. Sam finally came down the stairs, bags in hand.
"Bye Becks." Sam frowned, following Dean out the door.
"Daddy stop!" I demanded, yanking the shotgun away from its current position in John's chest. John just turned and left. Dad turned to me and glared, "What do you have to say for yourself young lady?"
"Dean and John are right." I said quietly looking at the floor. "I'm 18. I should be able to see who I want to when I want to."
"Well, my house my rules." Dad told me, matter-of-factly.
"Then I'm gone." I ran upstairs throwing some clothes on and whatever I could together in a duffle. I grabbed a weeks worth of clothes, my pictures and my secret stash of money. I stomped down the stairs. Dad still standing in the kitchen just glaring. I looked him in the eyes, just shaking my head and hurried out the door. I practically ran over to my black '68 mustang, throwing my belongings in the passenger seat, climbed in and flew down the driveway. I saw truckzilla and baby down by the exit to the main road. I didn't care. I flew by them, noticing all the worried expressions, and just pulled out onto the main drag, barely missing an oncoming car. Instantly my phone starting ringing. I glanced down at it. 'Dean'
"Yeah?" I snapped.
"What the fuck were you thinking?" he yelled at me. I hung up on him. I was not gonna take that now. Especially from him. He called my phone back another 4 times before it finally came up Sammy. I just answered the phone. Before I could even speak Sam said, "Pull over at the diner up the street." They knew I'd do as he said. He was my best friend after all. I pulled into the parking lot, shutting the car off and trying to fight off the tears threatening to escape. I brushed them off and stepped out just as Dean and John pulled up. Dean threw the car into park and rushed out. He stormed over to me, much like a kid who was throwing a temper tandrum as I sat on the trunk of my car. He looked at me harshly for a minute before hugging me close. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him as close as possible.
"What happened?" John asked, him and Sam coming up to us now.
"I left." I said blankly. "I'm not gonna be told what I can and can't do." John and Sam nodding.
"You gotta go back." Dean told me.
"What? No, I don't. Why?" I asked, completely shocked and confused.
"Because Bobby's right. You don't deserve this life. You deserve more than what I can give you." Dean pulled away, looking at the ground and shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Are you serious right now?" I jumped from the trunk. He just nodded his head, kicking at the rocks below his feet. "WOW!" was all I could manage to say. I stepped forward and slapped him across the face. I hurried over to the drivers side door and pulled out of the parking lot. Heading in the opposite direction of home. Just needing to get as far away from everyone as possible.
-End Flashback-
"You pushed me away Dean." I said taking a step back, now having the clear vision of the past.
"Look Becks, with what I did, you got a normal life. You got away from hunting. You had 4 years of peace!" Dean defended.
"Or so you think. I've still been hunting Dean. Just by myself. You know very well, the only way you leave this life is in a body bag. I don't want out anyways. This life has already taken to much from me. You know that. That's why we used to get along so well. We always shared that understanding."
"Yeah, both our moms. But look at all you have going for you."
"Yeah maybe so. But this is where I belong." I smiled at him. I threw the last bit of clothes into the bag, closing it and throwing it over my shoulder, "Come on. We got work to do."
-End Chapter One.
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