AN: I don't really know why but I've had this idea running around in my head for weeks, I keep tweaking it and then killing it, lol. I think its time to just put in on paper and see what happens. It takes place in season 7...again no idea why I have such a soft spot for Becky. I guess cause she kinda gets the fangirl dream...Sam and Dean being real...and I want a happy ending for that crazy fanfiction writer.

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Chapter 1: Becky Rosen: Single White Hostage

Becky knew she in trouble, big time. Her hands were tied to the arms of the sturdy wooden chair, and her legs bound together. The creaking of the wood floors above her head alerted her that the demon that had taken her three days before was back from where ever he had been for the last few hours. Becky was tired, her throat sore from screaming, her wrist now bleed from struggling against the rough, tight rope. Her face was swollen and bruised from all the blows to the face she had taken during the 'interrogation'. The door at the top of the stairs opened, allowing the first light Becky had seen in hours to cascade down the stairs. The demon flipped the switch at the top of the stairs and slowly walked down them. The Demon was possessing a nice looking, thirty something year old man.

"Becky, how are you feeling today?" The Demon asked with a menacing smile. "What not talkative today?"

"No." Becky's voice was low and gruff, and it sounded so foreign to her own ears.

"Well the sooner you tell me what I want to know the sooner I can end all this suffering."

"I already told you, I don't know." Becky barked out.

"Aww Becky" The Demon slapped her across the face. "I don't" smack "believe" smack "you." A fresh trickle of blood escaped from her mouth, dripping onto her stained jeans. "Now, where exactly is Sam Winchester?"

`~``~``~``~``~``~ 34 Hours Before~``~``~``~``~``~``~``

"Dude, answer your fucking phone!" Dean yelled from his bed and pulled his pillow over his head.

Sam sat up and reached for his cell phone on the night stand between the two full size beds.

"Hello?"

"Sam its Jody, Jody Mills."

"Sheriff? Whats going on?"

"It may not be anything but a women went missing yesterday." Sam was now fully awake and had flipped the lamp on beside the bed.

"And you think it something supernatural?"

"I do, but thats not the only reason I'm calling...the girl that went missing, she well I'm not sure how to say this Sam. Its Becky Rosen."

"Becky? She's missing?"

"Yes, and according to her file your her ex husband. I just thought you might want to know."

"Yeah, thanks sheriff." Sam snapped his phone shut and dragged his jeans back on. "Dean, wake up." Sam began throwing stuff into the duffel bag that laid on the small round 'dinner' table. "Dude, seriously get up."

"I'm up, I'm up! Jesus, wheres the fire?"

"Becky has been missing since yesterday morning." Sam said quickly after tossing the last of the boys clothes into the duffel bag. "We need to head to Delaware and find her."

"Like crazy Becky?" Dean asked while zipping up his jeans. Sam just shot him a dirty look and headed out the motel door.

Three hours into the trip Dean and Sam knew everything about the case thus far.

"So Becky's neighbor called 911 yesterday saying that some guy carried Becky down the hallway and threw her in the trunk of his car and drove away." Sam said without looking up from his laptop.

"Well we're about 45 minutes out of Delaware, lets find a motel, wash up and play detective." Dean said confidently from behind the wheel.

`~``~``~``~``~``~``~``SUPERNATURAL~``~``~``~``~``~``~

"Should we call Bobby?" Sam asked impatiently. "We've hit a dead end Dean."

"Sammy, you need to calm down. I know we keep hitting dead ends but we will get a break, we always do."

"She's been missing for almost 72 hours Dean, we know a demon took her because we found sulfur at her apartment, what we don't know is why and where she was taken." Sam slammed the book he was reading down. "I think its time we call Bobby." Sam said again with more confidence then before.

"Sam, whats going on here?"

"Becky was taken by a demon."

"Yeah, I know. I mean whats going on with you? Its not like you to lose your head because after one day of investigating we know at least what we are up "s half the battle man." Dean held his hand open in a physical gesture of 'Come on'.

"Its Becky." Sam's eyebrows raised and sighed heavily "There is no reason for a demon to take her. She isn't in the life, she doesn't have any kind of information. Which means they took her because of me."

"Sam we haven't seen her in months since she roofied you, and made you marry her." Dean stressing 'marry her'. "She did this to herself, so stop blaming yourself for shit that has nothing to do with you."

"Okay, yes she did drug me and leave me tied to a bed. But she also realized what she was doing was wrong and lead us to that demon. Come on man, she was given a hell of a lot better deal then any of us have ever gotten, and she did the right thing."

"What was her deal?" Dean asked curiously.

Sam's lip curved up slight. "25 years, guaranteed."

Dean let out a low, long whistle. "Damn."

"People piss away their souls for a hell of a lot less."

"Or in Crowley's case a few inches." Dean said with a smirk on his face.

"Words truly hurt Dean." A suave British accent said from behind the boys.

"Crowley." Sam practically growled.

"What are you doing here?" Dean demanded.

"I've come in regards to the misses." Crowley nodded towards Sam.

Sam's eyes hardened. "You took Becky?

"Of coarse not, I've come to help."

Dean rolled his eyes and huffed. "You want to help us?"

"I gave you my word that the demons would lay low til our leviathan problem is solved. And to my knowledge our levianthan problem is still an issue! When are you two planning on handling that by the way?"

Dean's body tensed up. "We're working on it."

"Forget the pissing contest, where is Becky?" Sam asked impatiently.

"Right, I don't know. However ill do some digging and find out. Be back in a jiff."

`~``~``~``~``~``~``~MEANWHILE~``~``~``~``~``~``~

"Becky, Becky, Becky...I only like it do it harder when you try to hold back that luscious scream." The Demon taunted as he jabbed the small knife into Becky's stomach.

"Donald, what part of leave the Winchester's alone did you not understand?" Crowley demanded.

Donald pulled the knife out of Becky's body causing a sharp hiss of pain from her, then dropping it to the ground. "Crowley, let me explain."

"Blah, blah,blah I'm sorry is all I'm going to hear, when the King of Hell tells you to do something you had better do it." Crowley snaps his fingers and the Demon fail to the ground, black smoke leaving his body and evaporating into the air.

Crowley unties Becky, picks her up bridal style and demon mojo zaps them to Sam and Dean.

Crowley cleared his throat."Delivery, one bleeding former bride." When the boys turned there heads but didn't immediately rush to Becky's side, Crowley shot them a dirty look. "Come get this thing!"

Sam rushed over to get Becky out of Crowley's arms. "Is she dead?" Sam asked horrified.

"No, she'll be fine."

"She's been stabbed."

"He didn't stab her in any of her organs." Crowley said matter of factly. "And I hope the next time I see you boys our black goo friends are taken care of." Then he disappeared.

"When need to take her to a hospital Dean."

~``~``~``~``~``~``~``HOSPITAL~``~``~``~``~``~``~``~``~``

"She's gonna need a lot of help for a few weeks, and in a lot of pain but she is gonna make it." The doctor told the boys in the hallway outside of Becky's room. The said their thank yous and the doctor left.

"Well we better hit the road before the cops show up asking a bunch of questions we don't have any answers to, not to mention we are kinda on high alert still. Remember the killing spree our dopplegangers went on?"

"We cant just leave her Dean. She doesn't have anyone to help her."

Dean raised both his eyebrows "And? Not our problem."

"It may not be your problem, but I'm not gonna leave her after a demon stabbed and tortured her for three days to find out where I was."

"Goddamn it Sam, I'll get the car you get Samlicker81 and meet me out front."

"Samlicker81?"

"Yeah didn't you know? Thats her username." Dean wiggled both eyebrows and walked away.

Sam walked into her small hospital room. "Hey Becky."

"Sam."

"How do you feel?"

Becky shrugged her shoulders. "Fine."

"Look Becky, we need to talk."

Becky's eyes slightly watered up. "Sam, trust me I learned my lesson. So whatever crap your going to tell me about how this is what I get for kidnapping you, save it."

"Wait, no. Becky this isn't your fault. Its just, we need to leave."

"I figured you and Dean would be driving off in the Impala by now anyways."

"No, Becky your coming with us."

Becky looked confused. "What?"

"Your coming with me and Dean. You need to rest but we need to get somewhere safe first."

"I think I'm hallucinating, these pain meds are amazing."

Sam smiled and laughed at the serene expression that fell on her face. Sam unhooked her from all her IVs and helped lead her down the long hospital hallway. "Does it hurt to walk?" Sam asked concerned.

"I cant feel anything, so nope no pain."

They made it out the front doors without turning any heads, which was good news. Sam opened the door to the blue dodge car.

"Whats this? Where's your baby?" Becky asked Dean when she climbed in behind him.

"I know its terrible, the Impala is to high profile."

"Oh yeah the killing spree, that wasn't you guys was it?" Becky asked.

"No, biblical creatures." Dean said normally.

"Oh, wells that is new."

Dean smirked. "Your telling us." Sam climbed into the front seat and shrugged his jacket off, handing it to Becky. "You can use this as a pillow if you want."

"Thanks, I'm so sleepy."

"Its probably best if you just try to sleep." Sam said sympathetically.

Becky nodded and laid down across the backseat. "Where are we going?" She asked softly.

"Montana, its a old safe house of Rufus." Dean answered. Becky tried to think how far Montana was from Delaware but realized her brain was to tired to try and do any kind of math conversions. She inhaled the smell of Sam Winchester and drifted off to sleep.

AN: Reviews? I plan on this being a few chapters long. Becky will definitely be a toned down version of her self. Torture tends to change people's personalities and Becky will be no different. But she is a super crazy fangirl so she had to ask about the impala...a true fangirl in a coma would wake up a la bobby singer to ask where the hell is the Impala. lol Hope you like it!