Chapter 1 - We've Got Tonight

After leaving Frank and Jody's place, the family went their separate ways, all needing to process the devastating news in their own manner.

Cas had been planning to wink himself and Gail up to Heaven immediately, to look at the information they appeared to have on the Coffin Texts. But his wife was so upset that he took her to their house on Earth, instead.

However, as soon as they got there, Gail thought about that first Christmas they'd had there, and she burst into tears again. Little Robbie, running around in the snow. He'd been so proud when he'd received his snowman-sculpting trophy. She wondered if he still had that thing. They hadn't had another competition like that again, because the next year they'd spent Christmas in Africa. And then later, Rob had been too old to run around in the snow, and then, the other family kids who'd come along had just been babies. Now, Peter and Angela were bigger, and would likely enjoy a romp in the snow. Gail began to smile, imagining that. But then, she started to bawl again, because she remembered that Riley had been part of their Christmas festivities in the past, too. When they had been having their video game tournaments, he had always been too much of a gentleman to "kill" Gail in the game. Everybody would tease him about it, but Riley would just smile good-naturedly.

But Riley was gone now, and so was Efram, who had been here last Christmas, making funny faces at Angela, making her laugh. Efram had been a little timid when he'd come to their place for occasions like Christmas and the Never Have I Ever party, just like Riley had been, that first Christmas. Cas had been such a larger-than-life hero to the young Angels that they had been intimidated to be at his house. But they had been very welcome. Even Becky, who exasperated Gail sometimes. She had been here that first Christmas too, sitting companionably with Bobby on the porch, as judges of the snowman-building competition. When was the last time they had seen, or even spoken to, Becky? They should probably invite her this year, if for no other reason than to find out how she was doing.

There was also little George, Ethan and Karen's son. He had never been here before. He would enjoy the snowman competition too, Gail was sure. She started to feel excited again. The only child who would be too young to take part would be Barry and Tommy's little daughter, Ilene. She was still a baby. But it would be wonderful to have all of them here. She and Cas had been so busy that they hadn't even had the chance to see Baby Ilene in person. But Barry had sent Frank and Jody tons of pictures via e-mail, and Frank had printed a couple of them out for the others. Cas had one in his wallet, as well as photos of Peter and Angela. Gail had joked that he was going to need a bigger wallet, if their extended family kept on having kids.

It was a good thing that Cas had made those extensions to their house when he had been God, because Gail was going to make sure they had the biggest, busiest, most fun-filled Christmas they could ever have. Just in case it was Jody's last, she thought miserably.

Then Gail started to weep again, and Cas did the only thing he could do: he took her in his arms and held her.

Bobby had relented, and taken Dean to Nicole's place after they left Frank and Jody's house. Their old friend's shocking news had shaken the men to the core, and Bobby could understand Dean's need for the kind of comfort a lady friend could provide.

Dean's head was spinning at the moment. Jody had an inoperable brain tumor. No matter how much any of them had tried to sugarcoat it by saying that she could go into remission, or that cancer research was coming up with new breakthroughs all the time, that was pretty much it, as far as Dean was concerned. Game over. The problem was, Dean couldn't imagine their world without Jody in it. Admittedly, ever since she'd had the baby, they hadn't seen all that much of her; just at parties and things, mainly. But, still. He and Sammy and Bobby had known her the longest. They had been through the wars with her. She was someone they had always been able to rely on. She was a sister, a mother, a friend. And, with apologies to Gail and Linda, Jody was the toughest, most kickass woman Dean knew. She was smart, too. So it must be killing her to realize that her brain was slowly failing her.

So Dean had told Nicole what was going on, and she had been sympathetic and understanding. But, in a way, that was freaking Dean out, too. Because, in Nicole's mind, they were back to where they had been before Ammit had possessed her. Cas had killed Ammit, back in 2500 BC. Therefore, she didn't exist, in the current timeline. She had never taken over Nicole's body, so Nicole and Dean had never had their fight. But, it went even further: because that whole thing had never happened for her, Nicole had no idea that Cas was no longer God, and that Bobby was.

Actually, Dean had asked Bobby about that, before the men had arrived in Vancouver. If Ammit had never been at the bunker, then shouldn't Riley and Efram and the others still be alive? But Bobby had smiled sadly. No, it didn't work that way, he'd told his friend. Bobby had actually thought of that, too. But even though Cas had originally used the fact that Crowley had double-crossed him by letting Ammit get away as an excuse to lead the raid into Hell, that raid had still taken place, in the current timeline. It was enough to drive ya nuts, Bobby had remarked. Now Dean could see why Cas had always said that time travel was not to be undertaken lightly.

But at least Dean was back in Nicole's good books now, and that was something to celebrate. She brought them each a beer, and they had a silent toast. Dean's girlfriend had been shocked to hear the news about Jody, too. She knew that Jody went way back with the guys. How heartbreaking. She was trying to think of the right words of comfort to say when Dean grabbed the beer bottle out of her hand and put it on the coffee table, next to his. Then they were kissing, and a minute later, they were in her bed.

Sam had a couple of drinks with Frank and Jody and the boys, and then Rob offered him a ride home. There weren't any Angels left at the house, and both the liquor and the shocking news had hit Sam hard. So he'd accepted the lift back to the bunker, and he and Rob had ended up having one more drink and a bit of a cry at the bunker.

Then Rob had left, wanting to get back to his mom, and Sam was left to sit alone at the library table, depressed and brooding. He had no idea what to do with himself. Jody was dying. Jody was dying. He couldn't believe it. Jody was dying. The sentence was playing in a continual loop in his head.

He took his cell phone out of his pocket and called Quinn's number.

She answered, but she told him that she was just about to board a train. Now that Oliver was no longer haunting her place, Quinn was determined to get her business back on track. There was a huge Psychic Expo being held in the state of Michigan, and she had decided to go. If nothing else, she could do some networking, and at least she could get out of town for a while. She hadn't gone to too many places when Oliver had been in her house.

So, Sam had told her to have a good time, and then he had hung up. She had sounded way too cheerful for the mood he was in, and the timing hadn't been right for the kind of discussion he'd had in mind.

He sat there for another couple of minutes, and then he got up and went to the bar.

Gail had stopped crying for the moment, but she was clutching at Cas as if he were a life preserver and she was drowning. "I can't even imagine how Frank feels right now," she fretted. "Even when you were in the Netherworld, I knew there was no way I was going to accept losing you. I didn't care what I had to do. I was never going to give up until I got you back. I don't know how they can just say we have to let her go. How can they say that, Cas? How can Frank do that?"

He had both of her hands in his, and he was holding them tightly. "I don't know, my darling," Cas said softly. "She said that they had agreed. Maybe it was her choice, and he is honouring her wishes. If a human has a disease, and if that disease is such that they have no quality of life, it is more merciful to let them pass away, isn't it?"

Gail put her arms around her husband. "I'm so glad we're Angels. We don't have to worry about that kind of thing."

No, Cas thought. Just torture, and severe wounds, and being banished to the Netherworld all alone, without the one you loved. But he didn't say any of that out loud, of course. His job was to comfort his wife.

It took the two of them a little longer, but eventually, they started to make love. They hadn't been together that way since they had left for Saqqara, and each needed the comfort from the other right now. Angels or not, there was a sense of foreboding that hung over the two of them now. Riley and Efram had been Angels. Pamela, too. And, Cas had gone to the Netherworld recently. No, humans weren't the only ones who could be lost forever.

Quinn was sitting in the train station with her cell phone in her hand. She was debating now whether she should board the train, or call Sam back. There had been a certain quality in his voice that she hadn't picked up on during their conversation, but she was thinking about it now. She tried to key in on him, but as any psychic knew, you could seldom force these things. She couldn't get anything from him right now. Nothing at all. But she was downtown at the terminal, and he had been calling from the bunker. Not exactly optimal conditions for mind-reading. But Sam had always been an honest, straightforward individual. If he and Quinn had had problems in the past, and they had, it had been because Sam was too forthright. Surely he would have told her if something was wrong.

So when they called out on the PA system that her train was boarding, Quinn went to the gate and boarded the train.

Nicole had been planning to cook a full dinner for the both of them, but Dean told her not to bother. So the couple were snuggled up together on her couch watching movies and snacking on junk food, and they were attempting to talk about other, more lighthearted subjects.

"We're going out on location in about a month or so, but the first few scenes are going to be shot in the Lower Mainland, so at least I'll be able to come home every night," she told him. "Actually, if you guys have time, I'd love it if you could come by. Cas and Gail, too. Maybe we can stick all of you in a scene, like we did in Egypt. Gail, too, if she wants."

Dean smiled faintly. "That would be kinda fun. We'll see if we can work something out. They're pretty busy, doing stuff for Heaven. But I'll ask, anyway. I'm pretty sure if they can fit it in, they'll come."

"Oh, and you know what else?" Nicole said, her smile widening. "Depending on when you come, it would be fun if you guys could make the Supernatural convention in Vancouver. They're having it next month, before we leave town to go on location."

Dean rolled his eyes. "I don't know about that. We went to one of those once, and it wasn't very much fun." Especially for Gail, he thought. Metatron had stabbed her to death at the Vegas Supernatural convention, Cas had been a wreck, Becky had been stalking Sam, and Dean had never even gotten the replica car of Baby that Gail had been about to buy for him. He would have to remember to tease her about that, at some point. At least they could laugh about it now. Unlike the situation with poor Jody. Geez, that had been a punch to the gut. But he couldn't think about that right now. If he did, he would lose his damn mind.

Nicole was looking a bit crestfallen now, but she shrugged. "Oh, well. If you can't, you can't," she said.

What the hell was Dean doing? They were just reconnecting, and now, he was finding excuses not to spend time with her. What was the matter with him? Soon, she would be on location with the movie again, and then, he would be bitching that he never saw her.

"I'll talk to Cas. See what we can arrange," Dean told his girlfriend. "Now, come here," he said, lifting the blanket. "I want to put on another movie, and then not watch it."

Nicole laughed, snuggling in next to him.

Vincent knew a lot of things, but he'd had no idea that Sam was sitting all alone in the bunker right now, well on his way to becoming very drunk. It was just a total coincidence that Vincent had designated that evening as being "the night". After he'd had his little temper tantrum with the skull, he had cleaned up the shards and then mixed up a simple potion for Becky to give to Sam. It didn't need to be anything too elaborate, but he wasn't going to tell Becky that, of course. He propped open Rowena's spell book on the dining room table and made it look like he'd been slaving away on it all day, so Becky would be suitably impressed. If she knew how easy some of these spells really were, she might decide that she didn't need Vincent's help, after all. And he was so close now that he didn't want anything to go wrong.

When she got home from the photo shoot, Vincent told her to call Sam, using the Speaker feature on her cell phone. She should try to find out where he was, and what he was doing. Depending on how their conversation went, Vincent was going to be sitting beside her with a pen and a pad of paper, giving her suggestions on how to convince him to meet her for a drink. And then, if she was able to make a date with Sam, Vincent would help her from there.

So Becky called Sam's cell phone number, her heart pounding in her chest, and it skipped a beat when he answered.

"H'lo," Sam said, slurring a bit.

"Hi, Sam. It's Becky. How are you?"

There was silence on the other end. Becky had been about to ask him again, thinking he hadn't heard her, when Sam said in a thick voice, "Not so good, Becky."

She was alarmed. "Why? What's the matter?" Becky could tell that there was something wrong, right away. She could hear it in his voice. It sounded almost like he'd been crying, or something.

Sam was debating with himself now. Did he really want to get into this with her? But then, he decided he was being petty. Becky knew Jody, too. In fact, there had been a time when the three of them had worked side by side right here at this library room table, trying to research ways to defeat Lucifer. The fact that Becky had been more interested in watching TV than in academic pursuits notwithstanding, wasn't Becky entitled to hear that a member of their family was dying?

So Sam told Becky about Jody's diagnosis, and Becky was floored. She definitely hadn't been expecting to hear anything like that. Despite the fact that she was scheming behind Sam's back, her heart went out to him. When she and Sam and Jody had been working together in the bunker, Becky had gotten the feeling that Jody hadn't liked her that much. She'd even thought for a brief period of time that Jody was a threat, because she liked Sam. But then Frank and Jody got married, adopted Rob, and had a baby. It was never Jody who was the threat; it was Gail. Or at least, in Becky's mind she was, anyway.

"Oh, Sam, that's awful!" Becky exclaimed. Then she blurted out, "What are you doing right now?"

Vincent gave her a thumbs-up as Sam said, "Nothing, really." Then he laughed humourlessly. "Getting drunk, and feeling depressed. That's what I'm doing."

"Do you want to get together and talk?" Becky offered. Vincent was impressed. Look at Becky go. She may be dumb as a post about a lot of things, but when it came to something she really wanted, she was obviously motivated enough to raise her IQ a few points. "You could come over here, and we could have a drink and talk. I can make you something to eat."

OK, now she was edging into pathetically eager territory, Vincent thought. But, hey, Sam might go for it. The guy sounded really vulnerable right now. There would never be a better time.

But Sam said, "Thanks, Becky, but I've had too much to drink. I can't drive anywhere right now."

Damn it! Becky thought. But then, she brightened. "I know! I could drive over there!" she said.

Vincent looked at her sharply. Great. Now Becky suddenly thought she was being smart. There was just one problem with what she was suggesting. Well, a couple, actually. He scribbled furiously: "Tell him you'll call him back."

Becky looked at him incredulously. Was Vincent crazy? She had Sam Winchester on the phone right now, drunk and vulnerable, and Vincent expected her to hang up on him? But then, he gave her that dark look that he got sometimes and held up the pad of paper, gesturing emphatically. So Becky thought she'd better do it.

"Sam, I'll call you back in just a moment," Becky said quickly. "Don't go anywhere." She hung up the phone, facing Vincent. "What?"

"Don't use that tone with me," Vincent said menacingly. "If you want my help, you'd better shut your mouth and open your ears. Think about what you're saying. How is Sam supposed to get all romantic at that bunker? With Dean right there, listening to everything you guys say and do? Maybe Cas and Gail will pop in, too, or Bobby. Yeah. Real smart, Becky."

She was dismayed. He was right, but: "Well then, what do you think I should do? If he can't come here and I can't go there, how are supposed to go to bed together?"

Actually, Vincent was wondering that same thing, now. In a rare lapse of judgement on his part, he hadn't considered the venue of Becky and Sam's little assignation. Ideally, Sam would have just come here, but the choir boy in the younger Winchester wouldn't allow him to drive when he'd had a few. And the bunker was not an option. It didn't matter who was there, or not there. It would be quite impossible for an extremely evil individual like Vincent to enter the bunker, due to the warding. And he needed to be wherever Sam and Becky were going to hook up. The entire plan hinged on it.

He had a sudden inspiration. "Call him back, and tell him the magazine has set you up in a fancy downtown hotel room. Tell him they gave you a car, and a chauffeur to drive it around. You'll send the car to go and get him, and bring him back to your hotel. Then the two of you can order room service and talk, until his poor little heart feels better."

Becky's forehead wrinkled. That sounded great, but: "I don't have a hotel room, or a chauffeur," she protested.

"You stupid bitch!" he exploded with rage. His eyes flashed red for a split second, and he pounded his fist on the table. As Becky gasped, Vincent made himself calm down. He took a deep breath. "Go upstairs and pack an overnight bag. If you have any sexy lingerie, throw it in. Couldn't hurt. I'll pour the potion into a flask, that you can put in your purse. Then I'll pop you over to one of the nicer hotels, and then I'll put a chauffeur's cap on and go get the guy myself. How's that for a plan?"

Becky sat there staring at him for a minute. What the hell was the matter with her? Why was she hanging around with a guy like this, listening to what he said? But then, she pictured herself and Sam in a nice hotel room with a big bed. Sam was kissing her neck and pulling her top off, and she was undoing his pants. She could put her hand down his underpants, or she could sit on the bed and take care of him that way, if he wanted. But she would have to make sure to have him inside her before they were done, so his sperm could fertilize one of her eggs.

Becky's neck was warm now, and her heart was pounding in her chest again. If all she had to do was put up with a little attitude from Vincent to find herself in that position with Sam, she would gladly take it. Once she was pregnant with Sam's baby, her modelling career would be over, and she wouldn't need a manager, anyway. And if Vincent caused any trouble for Becky after that, she was sure that Sam would do whatever was necessary to protect their unborn baby. For that matter, so would Becky. She had fought on Cas's team all year when Lucifer's death squads had roamed the Earth. Becky hated violence, but she could take care of herself if she had to. All those biker guys and Demons she had killed in Africa could vouch for that.

She rose from her chair without another word, went upstairs, and packed her bag for the hotel.

Meanwhile, Cas and Gail were experiencing a bit of a role reversal. He was usually the intense one, the one who loved her so much and so ardently that she would have to give him the sign to slow down, sometimes. Then he would rein himself in, for her sake. But after they had received the devastating news about Jody, Gail was the one who seemed insatiable. She was soaking his love up like a sponge. Thinking about Jody's impending death only made Gail want to feel more alive. If that even made any sense.

Cas had his arms around his wife, and she had her head on his chest. She could hear the reassuring sound of his heartbeat. Many times, it was easy to forget that their bodies were merely vessels that held their essences, because they felt all of the sensations that humans did. They could suffer injuries and feel pain, and they could also feel the pleasures of a cool breeze or a refreshing shower, or the wonderful feeling of receiving the kisses and caresses of the person you loved with all your heart and soul.

Cas loved Gail with all of his heart and soul too, and what was just as important, he understood her. The two of them took breaks like this from time to time, to refresh and recharge. They took love and gave love, and once they decided they were sated for the moment, they got up, showered and dressed, and went out to face the challenges they always seemed to have to face. But this particular challenge had been harder to cope with, because there wasn't an enemy to kill, or an artifact to find, nor a puzzle to solve. There was nothing that any of them could do about the malignancy that was growing in Jody's head. That was why it was so scary.

But Gail was starting to feel a little bit self-indulgent now. They needed to get out there and take care of the things that they were able to take care of. There were still Books to find, and bad guys to deal with. If they couldn't do anything for Jody, they should at least make damn sure that her and Frank's kids would have a future.

Cas stirred. "A short while ago, I made a vow to myself that you and I would have as many experiences together as possible, once we complete our missions. I believe humans call that a 'bucket list'. I realized at our Never Have I Ever party that there were a great number of things that you've never had the chance to experience."

She looked up at his face and smiled gently. "That's true," she replied, "although I'm just putting you on notice that I have absolutely no desire to cook naked."

Cas laughed softly, tightening his arms around her. It was good to see Gail making a joke again. He hated it when she cried, because he felt powerless to take away her pain. But she'd had to express her sorrow for their sister-in-law, of course. And for Frank, and for their children.

"I'll tell you what," Cas said to Gail now. "You can choose the activities we'll do, just like in Jamaica. It'll be fun. Once we do our duty by Heaven and Vincent and Raguel are gone, I'll take you anywhere you want to go, and we'll do anything you want to do."

Gail sighed. Bless her husband. He was trying his utmost to cheer her up, by giving her something to look forward to. But, what did Frank have to look forward to? Watching his wife deteriorate, and then die? But Gail couldn't think like that anymore. It would drive her crazy if she did. Maybe Jody would go into remission. She was a strong woman, wasn't she? After all, she'd made a full recovery after having breast cancer. It could happen. Gail was going to go with that. It was the only way she could figure out how to go on.

"Thank you, sweetie," she said to Cas, kissing him on the cheek. "I'd love to do a bunch of things with you, in the future. Thank you for giving me something to look forward to."

Then they were kissing, and then they were making love again. The Books could wait another hour or so.

Sam had no idea what he was doing here. He was drunk, but he'd been way drunker. Of course, he'd been more sober, too. Or was it soberer? Anyway, maybe he just needed someone to unload on. When Becky had called him back, saying that she was at The George, one of the more upscale hotels downtown, Sam had been in the process of pouring himself another drink. He'd been prepared to tell her that he was just going to have a nightcap, and then sleep it off. But she'd told him that she had already sent her chauffeur to pick him up, and she wasn't taking no for an answer. So Sam found himself getting into the back of the limo when it had arrived, and now, he was knocking on Becky's hotel room door.

She let him into the suite. This was unbelievable. Sam was actually here! Vincent was a genius. He'd said she should say her limo was already on the way, making it harder for Sam to refuse. He'd also told her to be sweet and sympathetic, and dress in simple jeans and a T-shirt. If she tried to look sexy, he might suspect something. But she should wear some of her sexiest lingerie underneath, because once Sam felt the effects of the potion, he'd go nuts once he saw it. Worked for Becky.

Sam stood there in the salon area of the hotel suite, weaving on his feet a little. He'd had that drink at the bunker, and he'd had another couple in the limo on the way over. The driver had told him over the Intercom that the magazine had paid for it, and that Sam should enjoy. Vincent had smirked at that. He was in the front seat with his chauffeur's cap pulled low over his brow, but it hadn't mattered. The windows were tinted, and Sam had seated himself in the back. But just to be safe, and just because it was fun, Vincent had used an accent, some kind of weird ethnic hybrid. Sam hadn't appeared to notice.

"Sit down, Sam. Be comfortable. Please," Becky said. She turned her back on him and fixed them both a drink at the bar. Then she brought them over to where Sam sat on the couch, handing him his and sitting down next to him.

"I shouldn't be here," Sam said, but he took the glass from her. "I have a girlfriend."

"So what, Sam? I'm your friend," Becky said. "You need somebody to talk to, don't you? So, I'm here for you. I feel really sad about Jody, too. Remember that time we all did research at the bunker together, you, me, and Jody? She was so nice to me then." Becky made tears come to her eyes. "I can't believe she's going to die."

She put her drink down on the coffee table. Reflexively, so did Sam, and he opened up his arms for a hug. What a sweetheart, Becky thought. No wonder she loved him so much. As she moved into his embrace, she had another brief attack of conscience. But as soon as she felt his arms around her, she got over it. He smelled so nice, and his chest was so firm...

Vincent was watching from the doorway that led to the bedroom. Sam's back was to him, so the younger Winchester couldn't see Gail's father, giving Becky the thumbs-up. He'd told the girl that he was going to stay here until she got Sam into bed, just in case she still needed Vincent's help. But it looked like she was doing just fine, so far.

Becky soaked up Sam's embrace for a couple of minutes, but then she gently extricated herself from his arms and picked up her glass again. She had to make sure Sam drank the potion. "To Jody," she toasted, raising her glass. "Our friend." Sam reached for his glass, too. They touched glasses and drank.

Vincent rolled his eyes, but Becky obviously knew how to manipulate her man, because so far, everything she did was working. Vincent had no particular feeling about Jody one way or the other, but he remembered how calm she had been at the compound, when he had let her in to check on her son's condition. Too bad Angels couldn't get brain tumors, Vincent thought viciously. He would love it if Castiel's brain would grow a big, fat one. But, at least Frank would be suffering. Vincent hadn't forgotten what a smart mouth he had.

A few minutes and a few sips later, Sam was feeling woozy. Considering the amount of alcohol he'd had by now, he supposed he shouldn't be too surprised. He could usually hold his liquor pretty well, but he knew that sometimes, depending on the mood you were in, it hit you harder than at other times.

"I think I need to lay down, for a minute," Sam told Becky.

"You can use my bed," she said, trying not to sound too excited. "Come on," she exhorted him, taking his hand. "You can close your eyes for just a few minutes, and I'll call Room Service and ask them to send up a pot of coffee and some food, to absorb the alcohol. Doesn't that sound good?"

Sam nodded, but that made him feel dizzier, so he stopped. It did sound good, but there was something about what she had just said that was bothering him. What was it? Wait: hadn't she said something about making him dinner at her place, before? No; he must have misunderstood. How could she have done that, if she was staying here?

Becky stood and gave Sam's hand a gentle tug. He followed her meekly to the bedroom. Becky was talking out loud now, making sure that Vincent could hear that they were heading his way.

He could, and he was getting excited, now. He was so close. He melted into the shadows in the corner of the bedroom as Becky brought Sam into the room. She had her arm around his waist now, and his arm was slung around her shoulders. Sam's eyes were at half-mast and the room was dark, so Vincent wasn't too concerned about being seen.

Becky lay Sam gently down on the bed, and then she picked up his legs with a mighty effort and swung them towards the end. Then she put a couple of pillows under his head.

"Thanks, Becky," Sam said, and then he passed out.

She pursed her lips together and looked around for Vincent, gesturing for him to follow her out to the living room area. When they got there, she turned on Vincent and hissed, "What am I supposed to do now? How are we supposed to have sex if he's unconscious?"

"I didn't know he was going to have that much to drink, on top of the potion," Vincent replied calmly. "But, don't worry. Let him sleep for about half an hour, and then he'll wake up in the mood, I promise. Relax, Becky. Let's have a drink. Let him sleep some off that booze off. If worse comes to worst, we'll order some coffee and pour it down his throat. Don't worry. You've got this."

Becky sighed. She was somewhat mollified. Vincent hadn't been wrong yet. At least Sam was in her bed, which was a lot closer than she'd ever gotten before.

Vincent walked over to the bar and fixed them both a drink, glancing surreptitiously at the young woman. She was sitting on the couch again, and her back was to him.

He reached into the inner pocket of the blazer he was wearing and withdrew the flask he had there. When Becky had been doing her photo shoot earlier today, Vincent had made up another, far more special, potion. A few of the ingredients were ancient; things he had been stockpiling for a long time, for just this occasion. Several more were a little bit on the mundane side. And, for the piece de resistance, there were three drops of the old man Papa Legbo's blood, and a couple of drops of water from the Secret Lagoon. But, the main ingredient was yet to come.

He brought their drinks over to where Becky was sitting on the couch. "Here's to that night you've been waiting for, all your life," Vincent said, lifting his glass in a toast. "You're about to get everything you've ever wanted, Becky. And more. Now, drink up. It may be the last drink you're allowed to have, for a while. Pregnant ladies aren't supposed to drink alcohol."

Becky smiled, and then she toasted with her drink. She was both nervous and excited now. For the moment, the anxiety was winning, so she downed the entire drink as Vincent gloated inwardly. Becky. Wasn't she cute. She had this grand plan to seduce Sam and get pregnant with a little Winchester brat, forcing Sam to pop the question. And that might just be what happened, too. Vincent didn't give a damn whether the two of them got married or not. What the hell. If it made the little airhead happy, Vincent supposed she could go right ahead and be Mrs. Sam Winchester. After the next few minutes, Becky would cease to matter to him as a person, anyway.

As the ancient potion did its work on Becky, she started to feel dizzy. Vincent said a few words in a funny-sounding language, and she closed her eyes. Vincent spoke again, and she lay down on the couch.

"I love you, Becky," Sam said. "I've always loved you."

He was on top of her now, and she strained to reach for him. But he was looking at her curiously, staying just out of her reach. "Do you love me, Becky?"

"Yes, of course I love you, Sam," she assured him. "I love you more than anything."

"Then, I need you to do me a favour," he told her. Becky could feel him taking her pants off, and then she could feel him touching her through the silk of her panties. She moaned.

"Pay attention, Becky," Sam said, frowning. "This is really important."

"I'm sorry, Sam. It's hard to concentrate. This feels like a dream," Becky said to him.

Sam grabbed her hand and put it on himself, and she gasped. "Does THIS feel like a dream?" he asked her.

Yes. "No," she said meekly.

"In just a minute, I'm going to be inside you, and we're going to make a baby together," Sam said. He touched Becky again, and she whimpered. "But, when I tell you to, you're going to have to say a certain phrase. It's easy to pronounce, but I need you to say it at the right time. Okay, Becky?"

Her forehead wrinkled, but she was trembling with excitement now. Sure; who cared? She was about to have sex with Sam Winchester!

Poor Becky. Poor, naive, obsessed, little empty-headed Becky. Vincent smiled as he told her the words of the spell that he needed her to say, the moment he gave her The Son. After tonight, Becky was going to have the world's most evil, amoral, psychopathic child the universe had ever known. Vincent's crowning glory. His finest achievement. This one was going to make JD look like a Saint. And, because they were all going to think it was Sam Winchester's baby, everyone would treat it with love and tenderness, even when it misbehaved. They would do their best to teach the kid right from wrong, good morals and ethics, and all that crap. The idea amused Vincent, a lot. It was really ironic that his evil son should be conceived on such a night, a night when they'd learned that one of their own had a dark malignancy growing in her head that was only going to get worse and worse. So it would be with this child, and by the time they all realized what was really going on, it was going to be far too late.

"Sam" told Becky the words he wanted her to say, and then he took her underwear off and pushed himself into her, whispering terms of endearment to the stupid little bitch, in order to keep her happy. The more into it she was, the better the end product would be. Vincent even kissed her a couple of times. Then, when she thought she would be able to take it, Vincent shoved himself into her more roughly, and Becky was smiling now. The slut, Vincent thought. He was amused. So, she liked it a little rough, did she? Well, she'd been barking up the wrong tree with Sam, then, hadn't she? He wasn't the type. But that was OK, because none of this was real, anyway. Prince Charming was out cold in the bedroom, and his Princess was out here, moaning under Vincent's ministrations. But he was wearing Sam's face, of course. He could hardly have shown her his own, especially not his real one.

But it was going to come out in a moment now, because Vincent was closing his eyes, thinking about all the fun he was going to have, making them all suffer. Picturing the pain and anguish on all of their faces when they realized that, while they'd been traipsing around looking for the Books, the real danger had been here in their backyard, all along.

When the time came, Becky said the phrase as she had been instructed, and then, she had screamed it. Vincent smiled. "There's a good girl," he said, kissing her paternally, on the forehead.

Then, Vincent began to take care of business, as Sam and Becky slept on.