Becky fingers flew across the keyboard, quickly typing, determined to finish the story she was writing. After finding out the Winchester's were real, she hadn't wrote as much fanfiction as she used to, but she still liked to put a story out every now and then for her friends on the message boards.
She ignored the red squiggly lines that showed up almost every other word, writing fast was the only way to keep her mind off of more stressing things, and she preferred spelling errors over anxiously waiting for Garth to come back home.
Garth had gone on a hunting trip, and oddly this trip had taken at least three days. After he and Becky moved in together, he had promised to only hunt some of the less problematic monsters so Becky wouldn't have to be sick with worry every time he left. None of the things he typically fought should have taken so long to get rid of, so Becky was genuinely worried.
Becky continued writing frantically, until she became frustrated with the story and the spelling errors and basically everything. She hit the power button on her laptop, and slammed the lid shut. She moved her laptop off of her lap and onto the seat next to her on the sofa, and slumped in her seat.
Garth had called yesterday to assure her that he was fine, so everything should be fine, she reasoned. But Becky was a worrier, every time something deviated the slightest from how things were planned, she couldn't help but imagine every worst possibility.
She was about to pull out her cell phone to call and make sure everything was okay, when she heard someone fumbling with the door knob of the front door.
Becky was up in a flash and she raced to the door. She didn't bother to look through the peephole, she just unlocked the door and opened it.
Garth was standing there, looking extremely tired. Becky noticed that his clothes has numerous tears and scratches, and his face had some bruises and cuts, and he was very dirty.
But, despite that he looked like he was hurting and that he'd fall asleep any minute, he grinned when he saw Becky.
"Hey," he said.
"Are you okay?" Becky exclaimed after taking in the image of her roughed up boyfriend. She grabbed his hand gently and walked back into the house, tugging him after her. She continued to walk back to the living room.
"Sit, and I'll go get some band-aids and stuff for your cuts," she said.
"Becky, I'm fine," Garth protested.
"Garth, you look like you were beat up," Becky replied. "Wait, you weren't beat up, right? Did someone hurt you?"
"No one beat me up. At least no one human."
"What happened? I thought you were just getting rid of a ghost," Becky said. Garth shifted awkwardly.
"It was just a ghost. But as I was leaving the graveyard after burning the body, I had to go through this field to get something, and there was another ghost. He turned out to be the ghost of a homicidal goat farmer. Anyways, he tossed me around a bit, and that's why I look like I do," Garth explained.
"Oh," Becky said. She frowned as she thought of something. "But what did you have to go in a field for?" she asked.
Garth smiled sheepishly, and he held up his right hand. Becky hasn't noticed earlier, but Garth was holding a bouquet of wildflowers in his hand.
"Sorry that they're kinda messed up," he said. The flowers were a bit messed up, a little smushed in some places, and some of the petals torn off. "They got thrown around a bit in the fight with the ghost. I would have picked some new ones, but there was only these growing there."
"You picked these? For me?" Becky asked, smiling at the sweet gesture. Garth nodded, and he waited for Becky to take the flowers. Instead, Becky threw her arms around him and gave him a tight hug. It hurt several of his bruises but he didn't mind, and he returned the embrace eagerly.
"I love you, you know that?" Becky said.
"I know. I love you too, Becky."
