So here's the new story that's been messing around in my head for quite some time now. Finally getting around to posting it. I assure you this chapter is mostly filler and backstory but it will get a little more into the relationships and stuff. So yeah. Leave some reviews please. ^_^
Chapter 1 – Probably Not The Best Idea Dean
Rebecca Henderson tried to roll over and grumbled as the grip around her tightened. She opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder at the peacefully sleeping Dean Winchester right behind her. She groaned and elbowed him lightly.
"Dean. I can't move. Leggo." She said in her sleepy state.
Nothing. She groaned and tried to get as comfortable as he could. Every time John left he always acted like this. For some reason sharing a bed with her helped him sleep better ever since Sam left. Dean wouldn't admit it, but Becca knew that it was the truth. There was nothing romantic or sexual about it. It just seemed to help Dean sleep better at night.
Becca groaned again. There was no way she was going to be able to get back to sleep. She just wasn't comfortable. She looked back over at Dean, who was still sleeping peacefully. She nudged him again.
"Dean. Wake up you ass." He didn't move at all. "Come on. This isn't funny and I know for a fact that you are not that heavy of a sleeper." She caught the slight smirk at the corner of his lips. "Ha. I knew you were up. Now move over fatty."
"Wow. You are not a very nice person in the morning." Dean rolled over on his back and rubbed his eyes before looking back over at Rebecca.
"Sorry. Kinda hard to be nice when you have a person holding you down so you can't move at all."
"I thought you liked the kinky stuff."
Rebecca slapped Dean and climbed out of the bed. "You Dean Winchester are such a pervert."
"Guilty as charged sweetheart. What time is it anyways?"
"Like eight. And I blame you for the reason we are up this early."
Dean grumbled and closed his eyes again. Becca went to the bathroom and took a quick shower, knowing full well that she was up for good now. When she got out and all dressed, she saw Dean had fallen back asleep. She walked over to the light switch and turned all of the lights on before throwing a couch pillow at Dean.
"Wake up ass. If I'm going to be awake so are you."
"Prima donna." Dean grumbled as he pulled himself out of bed.
"Whatever. You got any messages from your dad yet?"
Dean flipped open his phone. "Nope. It's not like him to go this long without calling."
Becca looked over at Dean. Worry covered his face. "I'm sure he's fine Dean. I mean its John Winchester. That man is like invincible." She caught the small smile that quickly faded.
"Yeah still. It's not like him. Maybe we should tell Sam."
Rebecca thought about the last conversation she'd had with Sam about Jess and Stanford and how happy he was. She wasn't so sure dragging him back into this was the best idea. Then again, how would she tell Dean this without revealing that she'd been talking to Sam this whole time? The elder Winchester might not take it so well.
"Dean. He's been out of it so long bringing him back in can't possibly be a good thing. I mean, he has another life now."
"I get that, but he deserves to know that we haven't heard from dad in a few days and that he might be in danger." Becca opened her mouth to say something, but Dean put up a hand stopping her. "He's Sam's dad as much as he is mine Becs. He deserves to know. He can make up his own mind if he wants to help us or not."
Rebecca sighed as she looked at Dean. He had his mind set on this and nothing was going to stop him from going through with it.
"All right. But only if your dad doesn't call us today."
"Deal."