Soooo...I suck at A/N's but hey! I'm just gonna keep this short by saying it's a Sisfic and I hope you enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I ONLY OWN Y CHARACTER REBECCA 'BECCA' WINCHESTER
Trust this to happen. It had to happen and Dean isn't here. Neither's Sam but he hasn't been here for three years so I guess we've reached the point where he doesn't count but I'm getting ahead of myself. I just need to breathe, that is after all what Dean always tells me to do in situations like this. Take a deep breath, relax and assess the situation before freaking out. So...to keep this basic: Dad went on a supply run and left me here at the motel - that was this morning and there's still no sign of him at, I look to the clock, 5:14pm. Something's wrong and I mean seriously wrong. He isn't picking up his phone and has given me zero signs to tell me he's even alive! Nada! If he found a lead he would've let me know or come back and got me but he hasn't. Dean isn't answering his phone either but then he is on his own hunt and is most likely busy. I'm probably just overreacting; Dad's probably fine I mean, hell it's Dad, he's always fine...but something's telling me he's not.
I try Dean's phone again only to end up at his voicemail after the millionth attempt and this time I decide to leave a message.
"Hey Dean," I rub the back of my neck with unease, "just wondering if you've heard from Dad at all as I can't get a hold of him and I haven't seen him all day. He was supposed to go on a supply run this morning and hasn't come back since," I sigh as I feel the tears brimming in my eyes, "Dean I'm scared." Pushing away the tears I quickly end the call and throw my phone onto the bed. I'm a Winchester and Winchesters are not weak! I can't be weak, I was trained better than this!
It's another five minutes or so of me pacing the motel room and sending worried glances at my phone as I still have zero notifications. Picking it up I dial Dad again but of course there's no answer once more.
"Dad, where the hell are you!?" I yell into his voicemail, "call me!"
Next I dial Dean and low and behold...voicemail.
"Dean please just pick up your phone god dammit!" I pause for a moment, "that's it, I'm going out to look for him. Call me when you aren't ganking shit." I say before hanging up. I'm fed up of sitting around waiting, I'm a Winchester after all, I need to take action.
Letting out a breath I didn't know I was even holding I grab my gun and shove it into the waistband of my black combat trousers before placing my phone in my jacket and heading towards the door. If Dad comes back while I'm gone he's going to murder me. Ah well, can he blame me for worrying? Well, in his books he can but that's besides the point.
I head out into the motel car park, looking around for a moment or two before my eyes settle upon a 1967 Ford Mustang and head over, quickly breaking my way into it by smashing the window to reach the lock. I slide into the seat with ease and quickly begin hot wiring the car before we're a-go! Or should I say I'm a-go seeing as it is just me.
I drive my way around town, stopping off at places Dad might go but I still can't find him anywhere...my last resort? The local bar.
Although I'm sixteen and a mere 5'5" in comparison to my brothers, I look older than I am and am constantly reminded this by Dean as he tries to keep me hidden from the public eye which basically means any male species that isn't him, Sam or my Dad.
"Come on Dean," I whine, "let me come with you!"
I've been begging with my brother for the past half an hour to take me to the bar with him but he isn't having any of it.
"You're fourteen Becca, the answer is no!" His voice is firm and normally I wouldn't push my luck at this point but right now I don't care.
"Why not? I could so pass for older than I am!" I retort and he sighs, holding the bridge of his nose in frustration.
"That's exactly my point Becca. I ain't having you sitting in some shady bar at the age of fourteen even if you are with me. People looking at you in any way other than normal is bad enough." He lectures and I sigh deeply, here we go again.
"You can't keep me wrapped up in cotton wool forever Dean! You only live once and if I die on a hunt tomorrow I'll have never got to step foot into a bar! How sad is that?" My voice is softer this time, and maybe a tad more on the innocent side.
"Don't talk like that." His voice is harsh and now I know I've pissed him off.
"Look Dean," I step forward and look my brother in the eye, "I know you're just trying to protect me but I can take care of myself."
"No," he shakes his head away from my gaze before pointing a finger at me, "you think you can protect yourself-" he starts but I cut him off.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I spit and his face voids of emotion.
"You're not going Becca, end of discussion."
I walk through the door and the place is pretty packed for a local bar but then I guess this is one of the only bars in town, at least the only bar that looks decent. Seriously, some of the places around here look like you could catch an STD from just opening the door!
The bartender immediately turns to face me as I slowly walk over.
"Can I 'getcha anything sweetheart?" He asks and I can't help but gag in my mind. Sweetheart?
"Uh yeah, I'll just have a regular coke thanks." I say and he nods before walking away for a moment and returning with my request.
"Here ya go." he says, setting it down next to me and I smile, my hand diving into my pocket for some money but he shakes his head and pushes the glass closer to me, "don't worry about it sweetheart, it's on the house." Again with the sweetheart…
"Um, thanks." I give him my best smile before turning to face the crowds in the bar as I take a few long sips and scan the heads to see if any of them are my Dad but I can't see him. Where are you Dad? I think to myself before setting my coke down next to me and walking a few feet forward to see if I've missed him but I search every head and come to the conclusion that he's definitely not here. I may as well just go back to the motel and wait.
Sighing in defeat, I turn back towards the bar and grab my half finished coke, quickly downing the rest and thanking the bartender before making a quick escape out of my least favourite setting and towards my stolen ride. I only make it about halfway when the world suddenly begins spinning and I quickly grab onto a nearby wall for support. What the fuck? I only had coke...no alcohol unless- shit! Pulling myself up straight I somehow make it to the car and inside where I quickly lock the doors and fumble in my jacket pocket as I look for my phone. Everything's a blur now and my heads pounding as I feel darkness playing in the corner of my vision but I fight back and quickly dial Dean.
The dialing tone lasts forever and just as I'm about to give up, it clicks to say he's answered. Finally!
"Becca?" he asks, his voice laced in worry, "I got your voicemail messages, what's going on?" He asks and I take a deep breath, blinking back unconsciousness.
"D'n...help." I just about manage to breathe out and it's almost as though I feel him tense on the other end of the line.
"Becca, what's wrong?" He asks and I can tell by the sounds I'm hearing he's suddenly gripping the phone tighter. Trying to get my senses together to form a sentence I too grip mine tighter, well as tight as I can in my current predicament.
"Bar. I think someone spiked my-" I don't even get to finish my sentence as Dean cuts me off.
"Becca where are you?" His voice is more frantic now and I try to gather my thoughts.
"Um…" I can't focus, my mind won't think and I feel a few tears escape as they roll down my cheek, "I don't know Dean I can't think. A car." I cry and I hear him sigh.
"Okay okay that's good Becca just calm down and keep the doors locked. Listen to me, I need you to turn your GPS on okay, I'll track you." He tells me reassuringly and I nod even though he can't see me before doing as he says.
"It's on." I whisper as the darkness grows stronger.
"I'm still about a two hour drive away, I'll try and hurry just hang tight!" He says before disconnecting the call just as I lose my fight for consciousness.
My eyelids are heavy when I open them and once the blurriness subsides panic ripples through me as I realise I'm not where I was when I lost consciousness but it quickly dawns on me that I'm back at the motel. How the hell did I get here? I think to myself.
I don't have too much time to think as I feel bile forcing its way up my throat and I jump out of bed throwing the world off focus as I stumble into pretty much everything that blocks my path to the bathroom and just about make it to the toilet in time. I've no clue what time it is or how long I've been unconscious or the whereabouts of my dear brother and Dad...that can wait until I'm not 'dying' because that's exactly what this feels like, I was drugged after all.
Someone grabs my hair and holds it behind me, rubbing soothing circles on my back and eventually I take a breath and lean back against them closing my eyes.
"Becca?" They ask with concern and I open my eyes to see Dean's emerald ones staring back at me.
"Dean?" I just about choke out, "Dean I'm so sorry I couldn't find him and then I went to drink and I don't even know everything just kinda went weird and I called you immediately and-" Dean puts a finger to my lips to pause my rambling as he pulls me into a hug.
"It's okay Becca, you're safe now and that's what matters." He whispers but I'm still not satisfied. Yeah, I may be safe but what about Dad?
"Where's Dad?" I ask between breaths and he sighs.
"I don't know, Sam's at the local hospital and looking around but there's no sign." He tells me and I freeze.
"Sam?" I question. Anger begins boiling inside of me at the mention of him. Why is he here? He left his family for the apple pie life and ditched us, ditched me. We called each other every night for the first few months but then out of the blue he stopped returning my calls so I stopped caring.
"Yeah, the moment I got your first voicemail I stopped off at Stanford - figured we could use all the help we can get." He tells me and I nod slowly even though I don't actually agree. Sam chose to leave.
"Well he won't find anything...I checked everywhere," I explain, "how long was I out? And how the hell did you know what motel Dad and I were staying at?" I question, eyeing out my brother.
"You've been unconscious since we found you. If you didn't wake up soon we were considering going to a hospital, you've been completely unresponsive until now. We found your motel keys in the car and the key ring attached gave us a name." He answers and I nod. Well then…
I'm dragged from my thoughts at the sound of the motel room door opening and Dean helps me stand as we walk into the main room only to come face to face with Sam. Great. Let the arguments begin.
"Becca." He breathes out a sigh of relief but I avoid his eye contact, I don't need his pity.
"Find anything?" Dean asks and Sam shakes his head in defeat.
"No it's like he skipped town." Sam explains and I can feel the both of them giving me sideways glances as if trying to read my emotions but I push my hair further in front of my face to cover what it would easily tell them. So, Dad skipped town and left me here alone in the middle of a hunt. That is a new low, what a dick! My anger against Sam and now my new found anger against my Dad boil and I feel my fists clench at my sides.
"Becca?" Dean asks with caution and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
"Gimme a minute…" I mutter before making my way back into the bathroom and locking the door, sliding down the floor as I allow the tears to fall. First Sam left, and now Dad's left. Why does everyone keep leaving me?
I stand up and splash some water in my face before gaining my composure, I'm a Winchester and Winchesters don't cry. There's a light knock at the door and I open it to see Dean stood there with pity in his eyes but he quickly changes his expression when he notices me judging his stare.
"I'm gonna grab some food, you want anything?" He asks lightly and I shake my head. The effects of the drugs are still wearing off and I'll probably throw up again which I really don't want to do. I hate feeling like crap! "Okay, well I'll be back soon." He says kissing the top of my head before walking away from me and grabbing his jacket, shrugging it onto one shoulder as he crosses the room and I slowly leave the bathroom to sit on the bed furthest from the door I was in earlier.
Sam's pacing the room with his phone in his hand before sitting down on the bed opposite me.
"Hey, man. I'm starving, I'm gonna grab a little something to eat in that diner down the street. You want anything?" He questions and Sam pulls his ear away from the phone slightly.
"No." He responds simply and Dean gives him a smirk.
"Aframian's buying." He says but Sam still shakes his head. I'm guessing he found Dean's stash of fake ID's.
As Dean leaves I feel the tension in the air rise as Sam remains sat on the bed with his phone still to his ear but he isn't talking so I assume it's a voicemail message. I feel my phone beep next to me and see Dean's caller ID on the screen - he's only just left, what's he already forgotten?
"What?" I ask simply and I see Sam put his phone down as he looks at me curiously.
"Five-oh, take off." He tells me and I stand up causing Sam to mirror me as he sends me a questioning glare at my alarmed expression.
"What about you?" I ask frantically, peeking out the window to see two cops approaching Dean, "crap…" I mutter and Sam follows my gaze until he too sees the officers.
"Uh, they kinda spotted me. Go find Dad." Dean says before hanging up the call and for a moment I stand there until Sam pulls me with him.
"Come on, we gotta go." He orders but I still don't move. He's been out of the game for three years and he thinks he can just come back and think everything can be the same? Someone's clearly got their head in the clouds if that's how he thinks this is going to work but I sigh and follow him anyway, I don't really want to get arrested today, especially with drugs still in my system because they probably won't believe for a minute I was spiked if I hang around with two guys older than me...people always jump to conclusions.
So here we are, Sam and I, driving down the road on our way to interview Joseph Welch, the husband of the woman we believe is responsible for the deaths on this case so far. This hunt was supposed to be just my Dad and I and we were getting close but now here I am with Sam. Sam. I mean, come on! Really!?
"Are you just gonna ignore me forever?" He asks and I shrug. Knowing me I can't keep it up forever but I'll certainly try, "you're gonna have to talk to me sooner or later." I don't say a word and look out of the window at the passing scenery. Do I? Because if I need to talk I have Dean, you know, the brother who actually cared enough to stay by my side and never leave. In defeat, Sam sighs before returning his attention back to the road and it isn't long before we arrive at Mr Welch's house.
So we spoke to Joseph, Dad already did but he didn't really tell me anything so I assumed his lead was a dead end but clearly not. Constance is buried in a plot behind their old house in Breckenridge. Guy said he moved because he couldn't live in the same house is children died and to be honest, I don't blame him, I know I wouldn't want to.
Now we're back in the impala and cruising down the highway in a silence once again with Sam giving me sideways glances every now and then.
"So, how are you feeling?" He asks breaking our silence and I know he's referring to the spiked drink I had last night.
"Fine." I say simply and before he can say anymore his phone rings and he quickly answers, putting it on speaker.
"Fake 911 phone call? Sammy, I don't know, that's pretty illegal." Dean's voice rings throughout the phone and I smile, he's okay.
"You're welcome." I say loud enough for him to hear and I can see Sam grin.
"Yeah, that was down to Becca." He adds. Well, at least he actually gave me the credit.
"Thanks anklebiter," he says which causes my smile to grow wider at my nickname, "listen, we gotta talk." He starts but Sam cuts him off and I sigh, can't he just let him speak?
"Tell me about it. So the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with a woman in white. And she's buried behind her old house, so that should have been Dad's next stop." Sam explains and I sigh.
"Well it's clearly not or we wouldn't be here right now and neither would you because if that was the case Dad would be by my side and you'd still be pretending that none of this exists." I spit and Sam looks slightly hurt at my comment but I don't care. He can feel hurt, I don't care, that's exactly what he did to me when he left.
"Sammy, Becca, would you two shut up for a second?" Dean hisses.
"I just can't figure out why Dad hasn't destroyed the corpse yet." Sam rambles on and I sigh.
"Oh my god Sam just let Dean talk…" I mutter.
"Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho." What!? How? Why? Why would he leave me? What the hell was he thinking?
"What? How do you know?" Sam questions and I see him eyeing me cautiously almost as though he's scared I'm about to snap but I take a deep breath and contain my anger.
"I've got his journal." Dean tells us and my mouth drops open.
"He doesn't go anywhere without that thing." Sam comments. Yeah no shit, thanks for pointing out the obvious.
"Yeah, well, he did this time." Dean sighs and I cut off their little talk to get down to details.
"What's it say?" I ask putting them back on track.
"Ah, the same old ex-Marine crap, when he wants to let us know where he's going." That sounds like Dad alright.
"Coordinates. Where to?" I question and Dean sighs and I hear the flick of a page.
"I'm not sure yet." He says.
"I don't understand. I mean, what could be so important that Dad would just skip out in the middle of a job? What the hell is going on?" Sam questions and I'm just about to respond with some snarky comment when Sam suddenly slams on the breaks and I look up to see Constance in the middle of the road and I scream as the car goes right through her and Sam is quick to stop the car.
"Sam? Becca!" Dean's yells echo through the speaker of the phone but the both of us are too shocked to respond. Constance suddenly appears in the back seat and I scream once again. I may be hunter and like, really badass but I'm a girl and screaming is just a part of my nature. Deal with it.
"Take me home," she says and I look from her to Sam, "take me home!" Her voice is louder this time.
"No." Sam responds.
"No?" I breathe out. Does he want to piss Caspar off even more?
Constance glares at the both of us before the doors lock themselves and Sam and I struggle to reopen them. I look around frantically for another way out but of course there is none, we're in a freakin' car! The gas pedal presses down and the car jolts into life as it begins to drive itself.
"What the hell!?" I shout as Sam grabs onto the steering wheel and tries to steer but Constance has control and I notice her flicker in the mirror as we keep unwillingly driving down the road.
Eventually the car pulls up in front of Constance's house and stops and I breathe out a sigh of relief. I really didn't want a ghost running us off the road...not exactly how I'd ever pictured dying. The engine shuts off and so do the lights. Turning to face Sam he's looking back towards the bitch Constance who's still sat in the car with us.
"Don't do this." He pleads and Constance flickers again.
"I can never go home." She says sadly and that's when it dawns on me.
"You're scared to go home." I mutter and we both look back to Constance but she isn't there. What the hell? All of a sudden the door I'm leaning against flings open and I go flying out of the car. I hear Sam yelling my name but the door slams shut as I hit the floor. I lie there for a few moments to regain my senses and allow the pain of impact to subside but someone pulls me to my feet and I look up to see Dean.
"You okay?" He asks and I nod before looking to the car hearing Sam yelling out in pain. I see Constance flicker in front of him, her hand reaching into his chest and I jump out of my skin as a gunshot goes off, shattering the window and startling Constance. I turn to Dean who's nearing the car with his gun in hand, still firing towards her and she gives him one glance before vanishing but she quickly reappears so Dean returns to firing at her until she disappears again.
Suddenly the car starts up and it takes me a moment to realise this time it's Sam's doing and not Constance's and I watch as he drives it forward, smashing through the side of the house and both Dean and I hurry through the wreckage to the passenger side of the car.
"Sam! Sam! You okay?" Dean yells out and even though Sam and I aren't on the best terms right now, that can wait.
"I think…" I hear him groan.
"Can you move?" Dean asks to which Sam nods and I step back slightly to give them room.
Getting Sam out of the car I watch as Constance picks up a large framed photograph off the ground and holds it up to her eye level. When Sam is out of the car Constance looks up and it doesn't take long for her to go all caspar on us as a dresser slides across the room, pinning the three of us to the car.
"Really caspar!? That's the best you can do?" I yell to her but she doesn't register me and water begins pouring down the staircase and she walks over, looking around scared. I can't see what she's looking at but the voices say it all.
"You've come home to us, Mommy." They say. Ghost babies. Friggin' ghost babies! If there's anything I hate more than ghosts it's ghost babies!
Suddenly they are behind her and embrace her tightly in a hug as she screams, her image flickering like it had in the car. In a sudden surge of energy, still screaming, Constance and the two children melt into a puddle in the floor and we're suddenly released from the car. That bitch!
"So this is where she drowned her kids." Dean comments and Sam nods.
"That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them." Sam explains.
"You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy," Dean slaps Sam hard on the chest where bitch face dug her nails into him and he laughs through the pain, "did better than Becca here. Took her and Dad how long and they still never solved it." He muses and I punch him on the arm.
"Fuck you Dean, Dad left me so don't even go there right now." I spit and Sam quickly puts us back to where we were.
"What were you thinking shooting Caspar in the face, you freak?" Sam scolds Dean and he shrugs.
"Hey. Saved your ass," he comments before leaning over to look at his car, "and I'll tell you another thing: if you screwed up my car?" he twists around to look him straight in the eye, "I'll kill you." He finishes and Sam laughs.
Sam's sat in the front with Dad's journal open and I'm sat back here with my headphones on even though I'm not listening to any music - I just want to listen to their conversation to see what they say and by that I really wanna know what they say about me. Sam also has a map open on his lap and is finding coordinates with a ruler, a flashlight tucked between chin and shoulder.
"Okay, here's where Dad went. It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado." Dean nods and I slowly take off my headphones and lean forward, resting my arms on both their seats as I peer at the map.
"Sounds charming. How far?" Dean asks and I look to him with a small smile. We're going to follow Dad.
"About six hundred miles." Sam tells him and Dean gives me a look.
"Hey, if we shag ass we could make it by morning. What d'you say anklebiter?" He questions and I nod.
"I'm in. I wanna find my dick of a father and find out why he left me." I say and Dean gives me a look I can't describe before turning to Sam who's looking at us hesitant.
"Dean, Becca, I, um…" Dean glances back at the road and I look down. I hate my brother right now and he's not forgiven for leaving but I am glad he's back. Is he really considering leaving - again!?
"You're not going." Dean says simply and Sam sighs.
"The interview's in like, ten hours. I gotta be there." He tells us and I look at him confused.
"What interview?" I ask and Dean gives a small smirk.
"Sammy here wants to become a lawyer." He muses and I turn to face Sam who has a meek look on his face.
"You what!? Sam, you left once and came back to help. Are you really going to leave again to live in this apple pie life you think is more important than your family!?" I snap.
"Becca…" He sighs but I stop him.
"You know what Sam, do whatever the hell you want. I stopped caring for you as a brother the day you stopped returning my calls so have a good life!" I yell before putting my headphones back on and this time I do blare music through them to drown out Sam's profound apologies he's probably throwing my way.
After what feels like an eternity we pull up in front of his apartment and Sam gets out before leaning over to look through the window.
"Call me if you find him?" Sam asks, huh, as if. Dean nods nevertheless, "and maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?" He questions and I feel him eye me but don't give him a second glance.
"Yeah, all right." Dean agrees.
Sam gives me a sad smile but I simply roll my eyes and look away, clambering forward into the front seat next to Dean and I hear Sam patting the car door twice before turning away but Dean leans toward the passenger door, completely squashing me.
"Sam?" he calls and he turns back. Can't we just go already, Sam made up his mind! "you know, we made a hell of a team back there." He says giving me a small sideways glance.
"Yeah." He agrees and with that we begin driving away, finally.
I'm not sure how or why or can explain what the hell happens next but something inside of me is screaming that we turn around and go back. There's a sick feeling in my stomach and as much as I don't want to see Sam again, this feeling ain't budging anytime soon.
"Dean we have to turn back." I blurt out and he sighs.
"You just ignored him the whole way and pretty much declared you don't want to see him again Becca, it's your own fault." He comments before looking at me and my pleading face causes him to sigh in defeat and turn the car around.
We drive back down his street and there are fire trucks everywhere along with an ambulance and I feel my heart stop. Dean runs into the building but all I can do is stare as everything ends up in slow motion. In short, Jess (Sam's girlfriend as I found her out to be) is dead...same way as Mom. God how I hate all of this, why can't anything go right?
"Sam?" I ask quietly, walking over to him and Dean who are stood by the trunk of the impala but he ignores me and slams it shut.
"We've got work to do."