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Sam/Becky mainly
Lucifer/Becky later
M Note: I ship both. Although Samifer is also great, maybe OT3 material. I'll tie it into the 'Saving It' Universe. So AU. ooc-ness to be safe.
In this universe Becky is Lucifer's soulmate but no matter the time-line she is always in love with Sam.
For the life of me I can't remember where I heard/read of this from I'm thinking the Bible but idk it was a few years back. Anyway, the devil supposedly fell for a human once on earth. Like he meets up with her for a day and she dies but she's reincarnated/ back on earth and he's on the hunt to find her every 100 hundred years on the dot when he's out of the Cage.
I based the story and 'Saving It' on that notion but I'll elaborate further later.
Also the NDDS= The Narcotic and Dangerous Drug(s) Section. DEA= Drug Enforcement Administration
Jolt
"I have to go. The sitter's got a conflict of schedule." Becky put her phone away and looks at her partner then the clock.
It's late anyway and not like she's all that needed. Slow days like this are good but she feels like she's wasting time.
She hasn't even participated in interrogating Jones yet and she was looking forward to it.
Walter isn't paying her much mind because he is concentrated on the board ahead. Looking like he would rather be playing Dominoes instead.
"Second time, Winchester. Keep it up and-" Becky tuned out the half-assed threat to look at the door of the interrogation room then the cameras and glass-two way mirror.
She had to be a little more careful about having that name associated with her in real life. Online it was fine, no one understood the significance or situation and it was in a way an alias.
Well there are few who do but in that space she's virtually untouchable. Nathan could come to harm if she wasn't measuring her moves though.
"Please, Walt. I think I do your job better than you. And it's Rosen when we have company."
She's told him enough about Hunters, the creatures that go 'bump in the night', the Supernatural books, family business and the Life to have him know that she was either going home for an emergency or that something big is headed there way.
"Call if you need back up. Still, keep it up." He's probably referring to the vampire nest they raided on the pretext of following a trail of suspicious activity by one of the cities finest that led to drug bust and sting operation.
Although it would have been a DEA job or even something the NDDS could have wanted to look into as example.
They could have clearly taken it off their hands at any moment Walter thinks even when they were planning on snatching up the case themselves.
"Where's she going?"
"That's not your business, Jones. And I just got the heads up. Seems you're still headed for suspension. Enjoy your weekend." He wordlessly asks then takes the badge, gun and gives him some papers to sign.
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"Watch yourself Rosen. I would hate to lose a golf buddy so soon into the Fall." Becky looked at the chair she had almost tripped over and grimaced.
"We'll see. I gotta go. And I just got a text saying an old friend's in town on top of all things." He doesn't care about it or needs an explanation but she feels it wise to tell her friend a general idea of where she's going to be.
"You don't have friends. I recall the New year's party. Got the pictures on Instagram to prove it."
"Shut up, you swore you wouldn't bring that up again. And Sam's just visiting for the day. I'm sure he'll be out of town by this afternoon." She does little to hide her worry, embarrassment and excitement but tones it to a minimum when she hears Walter speaking.
"If that's what you tell yourself. I've got you covered. It's been a slow day so far and I don't see it speeding up anytime soon."
"Thanks. I owe you." She fetches her keys from her purse and moves towards her car as he turns to leave back into the building, calling out.
"Don't mention it but if you're serious I take payment in the form of chicken strips and coffee."
"That combination is gonna bite you one day." She knows he followed her outside to have an excuse to chat it up with Debbie at the receptions desk. He's so predictable.
"Tell me about it." He has to head back but a few minutes with Deborah won't hurt.
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"Thanks. I didn't think you'd be interested." Sam moved passed the threshold and sat down on the couch. He hadn't planned on coming over and actually reaching out much less visiting but here he is.
At her house for dinner.
Probably taking a bigger risk than necessary because he could have just Skyped her.
Instead he's potentially putting her and their son in danger but he's already here so he might as well go in.
"Sam." She says his name with as much love and admiration as she had the first time they met and he doesn't want to say anything just yet because he wants to hold on to the moment a little longer.
"Hey, Becky." He pulls her into a hug and resists the urge to kiss her. To pick her up and pull her into his chest as he tears at her blouse.
Okay that's probably the lust talking because he hasn't seen her for the longest time.
So he lets go and puts a hand to his face as he backs up.
"I was surprised you called. Did something happen, is it Dean or Castiel?" She thinks back to the Supernatural books Chuck let her publish online and frowned.
Thinking she hadn't seen anything worth worrying that much around this time because shit hits the fan so much worse later.
"No I just wanted to check in. See how you are doing. I hear you transferred into Homicide." He takes the place in.
It's a adequate sized house, nicely decorated and there are books on shelves, a laptop on the table and a treasure chest full of toys to the side of the couch.
It screams the words 'home' and 'stay' but he can't and he won't. No matter how much he wants to have the 'apple pie' life.
He has to take responsibility for this, for his family but it doesn't hurt as much when he thinks he's got Dean and Cas at his side as well.
"No. I'm still in Internal. It's a very good front, useful for pretty much all things concerning law enforcement and I love my job. Whoever's giving you the information is kind of slacking it."
"How's Nate?" He wants to see his son but they agreed that he'd keep there existence on the low in case demons, Angels or creatures that go 'bump in the night' want something substantial to hold over him.
"He's doing okay. Teething." She moves to sit but makes sure there's a sizable amount of space between them instead of sitting on the couch to the right.
"His birthday's coming up. July 3rd. It'd be nice if you could make it, Dean and Cas as well but it's alright if you're busy saving the world and all or can't. I'll take pictures." She smiled at him as if to reassure him but it seems she may need it for herself as well.
"I'll be there. He's one now, right?" He wants to see him but it's likely that he's sleeping if Becky has what looks to be case files and was apparently doing paperwork on the living room table before he arrived.
"A year, ten months, two weeks and five days today. I like knowing so I keep track. You want water or something else to drink?" She moves from the couch and towards the kitchen.
"I'd like to see him when he wakes up if it's okay with you. Water is alright, thanks. What are you working on now?" He sits forward and looks at the papers and files but doesn't touch anything lest he mess up the order.
"Work, accounting fraud. On the side, a Ghoul I'm tracking but I'm strongly suspecting that a Shtriga is hitting up the nearby town like lice in a kindergarten class."
"For the Shtriga you're going to need fire, salt and an incantation." Sam move to grab a piece of paper from a notebook on the table and hands it over.
"Beck's, say it once you've lit the fire and the bones if any are found." He wants to take on the case instead. Tell her that if she fights, if she gets hurt it won't just affect her.
But if she could handle the freakin Devil and was in the presence of God-Chuck for the longest time then he's pretty sure she's got this.
So offering his assistance maybe even co-pilot the case won't be so bad and he probably won't offended her.
"You have to say 'syt i dalçin syt i plaçin' if it doesn't work right away you could just repeat 'syt i dalçin syt i plaçin' or 'plast syri keq.' About 3 to 6 times and that should do the trick." He waits a moment then two before speaking again.
"I..I can help you with the case. I'm staying in town a few days." He doesn't need to bring up that last time he stayed they ended up getting it on in every room in her apartment.
"You're welcome to stay." She doesn't know if he's already booked a motel-hotel but if he hasn't and wants to take her up on the offer.
"Or drop by. Preferably, tomorrow in the afternoon. The baby sitter is having a conflict of schedule and it's kind of an issue." She gets off the couch and walks back into the kitchen when the timer on the stove dings.
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"You think that's a good idea? Us cohabiting again." He pulls out her chair then sits on the opposite side.
"I think it would be a great help. And I'm sure it's something Nate would love to hear about when he's older." She picks up her fork and digs in. She hadn't even had time for breakfast this morning.
"That his dad visits a handful of times a year if he's lucky? He'll be thrilled." Sam knows the sarcasm probably won't go well with her but he doesn't hold back.
He bit know his food and actually groans. He hadn't had anything this good in a long while.
She looks him over and stares back at her plate, deciding that he should not ever make that noise again. It did things to her that she doesn't want to think about.
"I'm sorry for bringing it up, okay." She won't look at him for a what feels like a whole two minutes and he feels like a real class act.
"What for, you have a point. I just don't want him to live this way. Or you." He wants to hang his head against the table because he didn't mean for it to come out like that.
Implying that he doesn't want to be here or be in Nathan's life. But realistically speaking he knows firsthand that being a part his or Dean's life is rarely a cake-walk, even on good days because those fly by fast.
"But there's not much we can do to change it. So we have to give it our all, our best and raise this kid to be a decent person. Regardless of what path he chooses in the future." He reaches out for her hand on the table and kisses her knuckles when she nods.