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Seductive Song
The cafe was small and grimy, in a rundown area of Delaware. The coffee was substandard. But the person who was sitting there didn't mind. She didn't mind much anymore.
It had been months. Months since the love of their life had left her. And the pain hadn't gotten any better. For a few days, they had been happy. The happiest she had ever been certainly. But then, her husband had run off with another. Her nightmares, her dreaded fantasies, had come true, and she was left all alone, her husband suddenly uncaring.
She had thought of going after him, but knew it would be a forlorn hope. The one he had run off with was possessive, and wouldn't allow her husband to even think about her. She knew that. Didn't mean that she had to like it.
For the first time in her life, she had felt more than something pathetic loser, living her life through fantasies. She had had two men of significance, and both had broken her heart. But in the time she was with her wonderful husband, she had felt strong, empowered, beautiful and loved. And her husband had loved her. She knew he did. And she would do anything to get that back.
Ever since he had left, her life had gone into the gutter. Her reunion was a fiasco. She had boasted to all and sundry about her gorgeous new husband, only to have him start yearning for another before it. Her old classmates had all still been in town at the end, and all of the ones who had used to sneer down their noses at her had laughed at her, calling her a pathetic loser. Her parents had called, telling her she was a disappointment to the family for causing such a fuss that fell through in the end. Her bitch sister had asked why she had believed that anyone could seriously love her. Everyone she knew now thought she was a pathetic loser, who had duped some poor sap, and who had then realised he was much too good for her.
She sniffed miserably. It wasn't that far from the truth either. She had had a friend help her husband fall for her, and they had married before the possessive one could stop them. Problem was, her friend had been a Crossroads demon who was cheating on the deals, which naturally attracted the attention of her husband's significant other, and his own boss. With him gone, there had been no way to keep her husband tied down, and he had immediately annulled their marriage. Short and brutal was the way it had happened.
For a few joyful days, the woman had been Becky Rosen-Winchester. She'd had it all. The man she coveted for so long, doting on her and completely in love. A case to work with her new husband. His and her phony IDs. A good friend who gave her all the encouragement she needed. Her family's approval. Her friends shock and awe.
And in one lousy day, it had all gone downhill. Sam had struggled against the tonic she had kept giving him, and she'd had to knock him out. Then, as she knew full well he would easily overpower her, she had tied him up and held him hostage, removing his pants in the process. Admittedly, she shouldn't have done that, because that was probably what had turned him against her for good.
Dean, the love of her life's obnoxious, arrogant, over protective big brother had come and freed him, taken him from her. And she had seen the look of fear on Sam's face as Dean had freed him, the urgent, pleading puppy dog look he had given his brother, and she knew that she had barely scratched the surface of the love of her life. Something must have happened before when he'd been held captive, and it scared him, and she had made him relive that experience by what she had done to him. Dean had then turned on her, even more furious when he discovered Sam wasn't wearing any pants, and had cocked his gun and was about to kill her when Sam had called him off, which he had only done so reluctantly, still flexing his hands murderously. And her loving husband was looking at her with disgust, revulsion, anger and pity. He had then told her she would help him, his brother and the odd little man they had brought along, or if not, he would let Dean loose. And terrified for her life, of her husband and of his scarier older brother, she had agreed, and had hence lost everything. But that wasn't the worst.
The twisted, satisfied grin of expectation Dean had given her still haunted her nightmares when Sam had said that if he didn't help he would set him loose.
And now, here she was. The love of her life gone, and she would never get close to him again, his brother would see to that. Everyone she knew thinking she was a joke, a laughing stock. Her family calling her a disgrace, calling her pathetic. Her friends claiming she was a lost cause. She was sitting in a dingy cafe, drinking crappy coffee, fingering her wedding ring which was still on her finger and looking at a picture of her and Sam in happier times, feeling sorry for herself. And to top it all off, nightmares of her scary ex brother in law haunting her every night, the promise of his vengeance drastically reducing her amount of sleep.
So here she sat, in this dingy cafe, looking at a picture of her beloved sadly, bags under her eyes, her hair lank and lifeless, her life in a ditch and going nowhere.
Becky felt tears running down her face as she lamented her situation. Why couldn't Dean have just left them alone? She had been happy. Couldn't he have accepted that Sam was happy with her, that he had moved on to better things and shouldn't be held back by his brother again? No he couldn't. As it had said in the Carver Edlund books, he and Sam were psychotically, irrationally and erotically co-dependent on each other. And it was that fact which had ruined her life. Dean couldn't let go, and neither could Sam.
That was why her tonic was so good. He completely forgot how reliant he was on his big brother because of it, gave him a chance to discover someone better for him. But no, he hadn't changed, had gone back to his brother rather than her. How could he do that to her? How could Sam love the man who ruined his life more than someone who would devote her life to his happiness?
Since their split, she hadn't been doing much. She hadn't gone out much for weeks afterwards, having all her food delivered and gorging herself on chocolate, ice cream and wine. So, to top matters off, she had now put on several pounds. But after that, after she had heard that Sam's father figure Bobby had been killed, she decided to set out after her husband, take him away from his dangerous life, free him from it...and from that maniac Dean.
People always blamed Sam for things. Her Sam. No. Dean had been the one who had dragged him back into the world of the supernatural. Dean had been the one who had made the crossroads deal to bring Sam back. Dean had been the one who had died and left Sam all alone. She bitterly regretted not having been there at that time, she could have easily won him over from that bitch Ruby. Dean had been the one to push him away when he needed help. And Dean had been the one to drive Sam to jump into the pit. It all came down to Dean. He would continue to ruin the love of her life's life unless she stopped him. But how could she? She had no way of winning Sam over from Dean.
No, the only way to win her love back was to kill Dean.
But oddly, she didn't think that would drive Dean back to her.
Why had Guy been so stupid? The two of them could have worked together, gotten rid of Dean somehow and she could have had Sam all to herself. But there was no one to help her now, no one to bring her beloved Sam back to her.
She sobbed. It wasn't as if she could kill Dean anyway. She loved Sam with all of her heart, and she couldn't hurt him the way Dean's death would. Besides, she wasn't a killer. She was just a pathetic, friendless, loveless loser with no prospect of getting the best thing in her life back. She wasn't a killer, and never would be.
The days of his and her hunts were over. Sam was gone. Dean had him back. And she would never see her love again. Sighing bitterly, she succumbed to tears. All she wanted was the love of her life back. Sam back. Was that so wrong?
"Excuse me? Are you Becky Rosen?" a voice asked, distracting her from her pity party.
"Becky Rosen-Winchester!" she protested with a voice thick with tears, showing the ring on her finger, which she still kept, along with her name and the pictures she had taken of her and her dear Sam.
"My apologies. I have been looking for you for quite some time." The man said, and she looked up at him, her eyes confused.
Above her was just a normal looking man. No glowing red eyes, no black eyes. He was just a normal looking guy, with a big smile and coiffed brown hair. He sat down opposite her, smiling at her gently.
"Why have you been looking for me?" she asked in a watery voice, wiping her mascara stains off with her white sleeve.
"Well I heard what happened. How Sam Winchester left you all alone after only a few days of marriage. How he shamelessly abandoned his new wife. A dreadful circumstance." He said, and she glowered at him.
"Don't blame Sam! He had nothing to do with it. His blasted brother stole him from me! Dean." She growled sourly, and he nodded with an understanding smile on his face.
"I know. Dean Winchester has a lot to answer for. Believe me I know. I also know how you feel. That's why I came looking for you Becky. You and I have a mutual problem. Dean Winchester." He said, and Becky tensed, ready to bolt for the door.
Whoever this was, she had a horrid suspicion he wasn't human.
"I won't help you kill him." She said, her voice wavering. After all, if he killed Dean and Sam didn't know she was involved, could she get him back?
The man laughed politely.
"Oh my dear, I have no intention of killing Dean. I'd...take him off your hands. Get him away from your husband, and then, with my help, he would fall madly in love with you once more."
Becky gave a humourless laugh.
"Have you seen the state of me? I'm a fattening loser with no life! Why would Sam fall madly in love with me? Besides, he made it quite clear that he'll let Dean kill me if he sees me again." She sniffed sadly, the threat burned into her mind.
The man patted her hand tenderly.
"Dean won't kill you dear lady. I won't let him, and you'll find in time I can be quite...persuasive. Persuasive enough to bring Sam back to you, if you want me to. If you're willing to help me." He said frankly.
Sam. Sam would love her again. She could get Sam back. What she wanted most, her most fervent desire. To get Sam back. And even better, she would get him back without the added baggage of his brother.
"You won't kill Dean?" she asked. No matter how much she wanted her husband back, she didn't want him pained by the loss of his brother while she made their new life together, and filled the void Dean would leave. She didn't want Dean dead. Just away from her beloved Sam, so they could be the happy husband and wife team they had been. No brother to steal her husband away from her. No one for Sam to rely on but her. Sam would be hers and hers alone. If she went through with it.
And she was struggling to find a reason to say no. Everything would be better. She could get back in shape. She would have Sam back. Dean wouldn't be a problem. Her friends and family would welcome her back with open arms. Everyone would see that she wasn't a loser. She would be seen as a brilliant, strong woman who won back her husband's love and devotion. And then they could be happy for the rest of their days.
"I swear on my life that I will not kill Dean." He assured her with a smile, but there was something off about that smile, but she ignored it, the thought of being able to caress Sam's body soon filling her mind.
"Who are you? A crossroads demon of some sort?" she asked nervously, her excitement filled balloon in her chest struggling to avoid a puncture.
"Oh nothing so glamorous my dear. Just a friend with a mutual problem that together we can overcome. What do you say?" he asked, and she smiled.
"Sign me up. I want my husband back. Where do we start?" she asked excitedly.
The man smiled.
"First we catch up with them." He said with a glint in his eye, and Becky smiled in delight.
XX
Another hunt was successfully over. The shrtiga had been blasted away by a seriously edgy Dean, and now the two of them were showered, happy and healthy, with Dean donning the amulet Sam had given back to him as he stood before the mirror.
"You ok?" Sam asked as he read his book, belly down on the bed.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Dean asked cheerfully, applying gel to his hair.
"Because it was a shrtiga." Sam said softly, and Dean shrugged.
"I'm ok Sammy. It's gone, it didn't so much as lay a hand on you, so I'm cool. Stop being such a worry wart." He said with a grin, and Sam shook his head in amusement.
"Hey, just because you're the big brother doesn't mean you get dibs on all the worrying ok?" he asked, but Dean ignored him.
"Still devilishly handsome." He said to himself with a grin.
"Oh brother." Sam groaned, turning his page.
Since the mess with Walt and Roy, Dean had been even more concerned about his appearance than usual, afraid the two vicious insane hunters who had tried to kill them had permanently damaged his looks. Naturally, they hadn't, but Dean had taken to spending ages in front of the mirror, to the extent that Sam was considering buying him a pocket mirror so he could keep checking his reflection. Vain prat, he thought with a smile.
Since then, the boys had continued going from strength to strength, helping Garth deal with an alcohol spirit. But then, the biggest game changer had come along.
Bobby was a ghost. And he was bound to the hipflask that Dean carried around with him. They had encountered him after a mission to a haunted house in Bodega Bay, and he had revealed that he had stayed behind.
Unfortunately, that choice had put Sam slap bang in the middle of Dean and the irascible old hunter.
Bobby had chosen to stay behind when the reaper had come from him. Bobby had sacrificed his chance in heaven to stay here on earth, with his two boys. And Sam got that, he really did. They had lost so much, the thought that someone they loved had defied death in order to stay behind with them, to keep an eye on them, meant more to him than he could say. Bobby had stayed, for them. He had stayed so his two boys wouldn't be alone. He had thrown everything away just to stay with Sam and Dean. And while he was worried about the possibility of Bobby becoming a vengeful spirit (which he was terrified would happen, and would mean they had to banish him, which probably would finish them both), as it stood, since Bobby hadn't expressed any such behaviour, for now he was just enjoying the fact that the old codger was still around.
But Dean on the other hand couldn't just focus on the present. He had basically already admitted defeat, assumed that Bobby wouldn't be able to stop himself becoming a vengeful spirit, and that he and Sam would have to send him on before he hurt anyone. And Sam knew how much that hurt, having Dean think so little of you. Dean knew full well that if it came to it, it would break his and Sam's heart even more than Bobby's death had when they had to send his spirit on. And considering how hard the two of them had worked to repair their relationship, how hard he had worked to lay off the booze, he wasn't quite sure that something as traumatic as losing Bobby a second time would allow them to continue in such a way. As such, he had once more broke out his set of double standards. What was dead should stay dead...unless of course it was his baby brother. He was different. But with Dean angry that Bobby had stayed, in fact just as angry as he had been that Bobby had died, Sam was the one playing peacemaker between the two of them.
No wonder he had a headache.
He understood the two of them, and that was basically construed as base treachery whenever he got involved to stop them killing each other. If he sided with Dean, Bobby would vanish in a huff, and when Sam was asleep, he would move things or fiddle with his laptop, switch his bookmark, hide his clothes, or play pranks to get back at him until Sam apologised, even when he shouldn't have to.
But if he sided with Bobby, Dean gave him a cold, angry look and would disappear for hours. Sam knew he wasn't drinking, he knew Dean wouldn't do that to him, but in all the time that he was gone he would worry about him, concerned about what might befall his brother when he was out considering what had happened to him the last few times he had been alone. And then Dean would return, and the silent treatment would begin, and Sam was usually left feeling very much alone until Dean finally relented and talked to him again.
Surely Dean should be the one in the middle? He was the middle in terms of age. But no, it was Sam who was the emotional punching bag of the ghost and the hunter, and to be quite frank it was tiring.
Dean sat down on the bed and flicked on the TV, a grin on his face. Sam shook his head. Dr Sexy MD time. He considered going out to escape the mindless drivel, but he knew Dean, still on his overprotective streak after El Quebrados, would refuse. Sam reached for his ipod, eager to block out the show that he was sure Dean enjoyed far more than he ought to, when the announcer came onto the TV.
"In light of recent events, this episode of Dr Sexy MD has been postponed and will be shown at a later date." She announced, and Sam watched as Dean's face fell comically.
"What? Aww come on!" he wailed, and Sam suppressed a snigger.
The air then went cold, and Sam smiled up at their resident ghost as he materialised.
"Hey Bobby." He said cheerfully, and Dean grunted a 'hi' at him.
"Aww sit there and stew then ya edjit. Hey, Sam, put it on three. Passions is on!" Bobby said excitedly, sitting on the bed next to Sam.
Sam reached over and took the remote from Dean, who was looking sadly at Bobby, giving him a warning look as he did so, and flicked the channel.
"I can't believe you watch that drivel Bobby." Dean said, and Bobby grinned.
"Better than the drivel you watch." He retorted.
"And how did you spend your afterlife Mr Singer? Oh I spent it watching crappy soaps on TV." Sam said cheekily, and Bobby swatted at him, and Sam immediately wished he hadn't wound him up as he suddenly had a case of brain freeze.
"Hey, we let you watch Days of Our Lives!" Dean protested irritably.
"That's good. And besides, you make as much noise as possible when I'm trying to watch it, and Bobby likes to play with the taps when it's on." Sam said sourly, and Bobby looked up whimsically.
"It's that older doctor lady. She affects me powerfully that woman." He said wistfully, watching as the intro to his show began to play.
"Ew." Dean and Sam said together, making disgusted faces and Bobby chuckled.
Sam knew that Dean wouldn't be able to keep quiet for long, about anything in particular, and as expected he soon got bored and turned to Sam.
"What book you reading now Sammy?" he asked curiously, resisting the urge to go and sit on Sam's bed and annoy him and Bobby.
"One about Odysseus." Sam said, and Dean looked at him in confusion.
"Who?"
"Never mind." Sam said wearily, exchanging a look with an amused Bobby, and both shook their heads.
"Sounds girly." Dean teased with a small grin, and Sam grinned to himself.
"You used to think Harry Potter was girly, but who was the one who rented all eight movies last month? And who was the one who got all upset when McGonagall wasn't in the seventh one?" he asked, and Dean shot him a sour look.
"Shh!" Bobby said irritably, before Dean could respond.
"I won't shoosh, you shoosh, you're dead, you're meant to be as quiet as the grave. But oh no, you're not." Dean grumbled, and Sam rolled his eyes, putting his book mark in his book in case he had to mediate.
"Wish you'd be quiet as the grave about that. I stayed behind for you, you ungrateful whelp." Bobby grumbled.
"But Bobby..." Dean protested, and Sam whistled just as Bobby's show went on a break.
"Cut it out you two! God, it's like having two kids!" he groaned tiredly.
"He started it." Dean said petulantly.
"Did not." Bobby grumbled.
"Did too."
"Did not."
"Did too!"
"SHUT UP!" Sam roared, and the ghost and the hunter both looked at him in shock.
"What's up Sammy?" Dean asked nervously, seeing his brother's bitchy face and knowing he was about to get told off.
"Can't you two give it a rest? Dean, Bobby stayed behind for us. I know it's risky, I know it sucks, but he's here, why can't we just enjoy that fact? And Bobby, you know he's not going to drop it, so stop baiting him! It's what he wants, he wants a rise because he can annoy two people at once because he's a jerk." Sam said grumpily, his head thumping and he was suddenly eager to go out, despite what Dean would say.
Dean looked a little affronted that his brother called him a jerk, and Bobby did look a little ashamed of himself.
"Now apologise." Sam ordered, glowering at the two of them as he sat up.
"Sorry Bobby." Dean muttered.
"Sorry Dean." Bobby said reluctantly.
"That's better. Now, Bobby you watch your show. Dean, you keep quiet. I'm going to the store, and you two better still be civil by the time I get back." He snapped.
"Oh no you don't Tweetie Pie. You ain't flying this nest." Dean said, clambering to his feet.
"Dean, this is ridiculous! I got kidnapped once!" Sam moaned, but Dean shook his head.
"More than once. Cold Oak remember?" Bobby chimed in, and Dean smiled triumphantly.
"Ha! See." He said smugly, sticking his tongue out at Sam, who was glowering at Bobby.
"Dean, remember how you admitted I was all grown up? I still am! I got kidnapped once, it won't happen again." Sam said waspishly, and Dean nodded.
"Damn right it won't. I'll go to the store instead!" he said brightly, pulling on his shoes.
Sam rolled his eyes.
"Dean, you have to let me go to the store myself sometime. You're being ridiculous. I'm not going to get kidnapped every time I go shopping." He explained patiently, and Dean did smile.
"I know Sammy. And I know I'm pissing you off, and I'm sorry. But just humour me a little longer ok? Walt and Roy nearly got you. So, you are confined to quarters until I relax a little. Ok?" he asked pleadingly, and Sam sighed in exasperation.
"I'm being held hostage by my insanely overprotective big brother. Fine. Go. Give me and Bobby peace to watch our soaps. Scram." He said irritably, and Dean grinned.
"Sure. See you later!" he said cheerfully.
"Jerk! Make sure and bring me cake!" Sam yelled as Dean left the room.
"Yeah yeah." Dean said dismissively as the door slammed shut.
Bobby looked at the door, and at the tired Winchester on the bed and chuckled as Passions came back on.
"Edjits."
Sam glowered at him peevishly.
"Believe me, I'm thinking something a lot nastier in regards to you two. You're driving me insane." He moaned and buried himself in his book again.
Bobby gave him an insulted look and went back to his program.
XX
He knew he was being unfair to Bobby. How often had he moaned about people they cared about dying, leaving them alone? Bobby had stuck around, and he was still bitching at him. No wonder Sam thought he could never win. Once more, Dean's impossible double standards hurt someone he cared about. Dean cursed as he made his way through the small town of Palomino Creek, scuffing his feet as he did so. No one could ever win with him. Sam had been right. Bobby had stayed and now Dean was treating him like he wished he hadn't. When that couldn't be further from the truth. He was glad Bobby was still around. So why couldn't he show it?
And when he wasn't fighting with Bobby, he was annoying Sam. His arguing with Bobby was seriously getting on Sam's nerves, he knew that. And considering what had happened in El Quebrados, Dean had been incredibly smothering. Every time Sam had gone somewhere, Dean had tagged along or forbidden him from going, and he knew his little brother was getting pissed off. But he had come so close to losing Sam again, and since they had just become brothers again, he didn't want to jeopardise things for anything, even if that meant driving both Bobby and Sam insane.
Dean snorted. It would be a race to see who would crack first, Bobby or Sam. Dean sighed to himself. Great, now he was going for a self pity party. He shook his head to clear it. He was just afraid. Afraid overall actually. Afraid Bobby would become a spirit and they would have to send him on, and afraid he would lose Sam. Hence why he had been so smothering lately. No wonder Sam kept wanting to escape to the shops. He had to relax. Nothing bad was going to happen every time Sam went out, despite some past experiences indicating otherwise. He was being ridiculous, and he knew it.
Dean grumbled as he entered the store. He would fix things up with both of them when he got back to the motel. Either that or they were going to kill him. Smiling, he set about getting food for him and his brother, and after looking at the amulet on his neck, he did indeed pick up a slice of carrot cake for Sam. Least he could do for driving his brother crazy.
After paying, Dean walked out into the darkening evening. Palomino Creek was a small town, once more in the backwater, but it was mostly a wealthy suburb, and as such there were a few stores for the locals, and once they had arrived the boys had been able to stock up on supplies of all sorts: medicines, toiletries, weapons and fuel. And they planned to have a few days here before going on to find the next problem that they had to deal with. Dean then froze, as he heard a car that had only just started down an alley.
He looked around, and saw the car drive slowly out, and away from him. Dismissing himself as paranoid, he resumed his walk towards the motel in the pleasant night air, whistling to himself, thinking of ways he could make it up to Bobby. After all, how did you make things up with a ghost?
As he progressed further down the street though, he realised something wasn't right. There was no noise, and he had a horrible feeling he was being watched. Dean clicked his gun, ready in case he needed it, and started to hurry along the road. Someone was definitely watching him, he could feel it. But who, and why? Dean looked all around, saw no one and nothing. This was getting creepy. Ever since that car had driven away, the town had become steadily quieter. Yeah, this was weird. Was there a hunt here? Was Palomino Creek the centre of something supernatural going on?
And then a worse thought occurred to him. Sam was in the motel room, with only a soap opera obsessed ghost for protection. And if someone was after Sam again, Bobby couldn't do that much to stop them. Especially not if it was another hunter.
He was being paranoid. Maybe his imagination was running away with him. And besides, after what he and Sam had done to Walt and Roy, no hunters would ever bother them again unless they were committing suicide by Winchester. No, he was being stupid.
They wouldn't go after Sam. He hoped.
But that didn't mean they hadn't tried. Dean raised his gun slightly higher, praying no one saw him do so, but dead as the street was, he reckoned it was safe. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, and swore. No signal. How did that happen all of a sudden? There was no sign of anyone around, no noise. And then, the lampposts went out, plunging Dean into near darkness as the sun dipped behind the hills outside the town.
What the hell was going on? Dean readied his gun and began to run towards the motel, eager to get to Sam and get him the hell out of this town before something bad happened. He ran, gun aloft, shopping bouncing, when suddenly he was bathed in light. Smiling, Dean realised there must have been a power cut, and looked up, expecting to see the lamppost coming back on.
The light was coming from behind him. Dean turned slowly, gun raised, and he saw the same car as earlier, a black sedan, its lights beaming on to him. The phrase 'deer in headlights' rushed through his head, and he began to walk backwards. When he backed into something solid. He spun quickly, to see what could only be described as a solid shadow. What the hell was that? Dean snarled. Magic was at work, had to be. And whoever was doing it had a thing for amateur dramatics. He raised his gun and fired at the wall, and the shadows dispersed. Dean could see the top of the motel, and began running for it again, but the lights were still on him, and were slowly following him. Dean swore at the car behind him, wondering just what they were dealing with now as he ran, the car getting closer despite his running. There was something quite scary about a car following you so menacingly.
Dean grinned. He was nearly there, nearly safe.
And then he felt something small and sharp plunge into his neck.
Dean staggered, dropping the bag and his gun. He raised his hand to his neck and when he took it away he saw a tiny bit of blood on his fingers. He'd been injected with something. Suddenly, he didn't feel so good. His arms and legs felt sluggish, his brain wasn't cooperating, and he was staggering forward slowly. Heat travelled through his body, and every muscle began to ache.
"What the hell...?" he slurred as if he were drunk, staggering forward some more.
And then something heavy slammed him in the back of the head, just as the car caught up to him. Dean gave a startled grunt, his eyes rolled in his head, and he fell, the world going black as he did so.
Sammy...
XX
Becky looked at Dean in shock as the hunter she hated collapsed to the floor, unconscious. That had been strangely satisfying, she had to admit. But she was also terrified. They had to move fast, or else Sam would wonder where his brother was. And they needed to do what needed to be done before Sam came looking.
"Well done Becky. And the spells I got you to cast were most effective." Her partner said, pleased with her work as he climbed out of the car.
"I don't like doing them, they feel wrong. Witches are wrong." She moaned, and he patted her shoulder.
"It was a one time thing my dear, and you performed admirably. And witches are indeed wrong. My sister was killed nine years ago by witches. Tragic. Anyway. You did well. Now we have...Dean." he said, smiling and breathing in the night air.
Becky looked at the prone form of Dean. He looked as though he could be sleeping, but she knew the pain she had caused by hitting him would hurt in the morning.
"What did I inject him with?" she asked, and he smiled.
"Just a little something to ease the transition. I will complete the process tomorrow when he awakes." He purred, examining Dean.
Dean was clearly knocked out, and the heat of his skin was already building, a sheen of sweat covering his forehead. He'd fallen hands first, so it looked as though he were stretching his arms from where he had landed. Her partner probed Dean's skull and gave a satisfied nod when he found no lasting damage.
Death would not do for the young Winchester.
"Come on, get his things. We want Sam to come for him, but not yet. Stick them in the car." He ordered, and hoisted Dean up, his legs draped over one arm and his head hanging limply over the other. Her partner smiled as he looked at Dean's unconscious face.
"Hurry Becky!" he urged, and she did as instructed, throwing everything into the car while he put Dean in the back seat.
"Are you sure about this?" she asked as she clambered into the front.
"Yes. Patience. Soon you will have your beloved Sammy back." He purred, and looked at Dean's unconscious form in the mirror.
"Courtesy of his big brother." He added sinisterly, and she nodded eagerly as he did so, and they drove off into the night.
Hello once again!
Here we are with the third of my Supernatural stories, and as you can see, Dean is the worse off brother this time. But Sam isnt entirely safe with that nut job Becky around either. And just who is her shadowy partner? And what does he intend for Sam and Dean? What is the transition he was talking about?
And on top of that, we have the problems with Bobby. Dean did annoy me when he finally saw Bobby, once again his double standards. Infuriating boy. Anyway, those issues aside, what happens next?
Sam is going to be seriously pissed (and I suspect ever so slightly smug considering the reasons Dean didnt let him go out) when he finds his brother had been kidnapped. And then we'll see just how scary the baby Winchester can be.
Anyway, hopefully this will be updated tomorrow (my hand is killing me).
But as always, you know the drill. Please read and leave lots of reviews, I like to read my reviews like the morning paper! And let's face it, Sunday papers are crap anyway, so please leave lots! Can you believe its only been two weeks since I started Supernatural stories? Sheesh. If I can write this fast next year, my disseration will fly by!
Anyway, please review, and see you soon!