Chapter two

Disclaimer: I don't own Sam or Dean. I own Becca. There is some language.

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3 year later

"It's not fair!" I slumped into couch. We'd been in Tulsa for two weeks and the couch still smelled funny to me. "How come they get to go and I don't"
"Your brothers are going on a hunting trip and you know it'd be dangerous for them to have to watch after you while they're working." John explained.
"Oh my God! I don't need them to watch after me Dad. I'm eleven years old! I've been training for years and I can look after myself. Dean and Sam went when they were my age"
"They only went on hunts with me and so do you"
"But I'm sick of only going on stupid, boring jobs with you and..."
"That's enough Rebecca." I was mad, but I knew if my dad called me 'Rebecca' I was already pushing my luck.

I got off the couch and went into my room. I laid down on my bed and closed my eyes. "This is fucking bullshit!" I whispered to myself.
"Dad hears you talking like that and you wont get the soapy taste outta your mouth for a week." I turned and found my brothers.

"In fact" Dean added "I'm surprised your butts not sore right now for that tantrum in the living room. He's so easy on you. We would have at least had to do some pushups"
"What do you want?" I pouted.
"Oh come on Becca." Dean said. "A two night stay in Nowheresville Arkansas isn't a weekend I would be jealous of if I were you"
"I'm not jealous. It's just-" I paused.
"What is it kiddo?" Sam asked.
"Its just one more thing I can't do. It's always Becca's too young. Becca's too small. Don't say that around Becca. Plus, I've been SO good too. I mean I spent four hours last week studying about possession alone. I've been sparring all the time. Its never good enough. What am I doing wrong"
"Oh Bex, come on" Sam said "it's not that you're doing anything wrong. Sometimes there's just no pleasing that man"
Dean cut him off. "What Sammy means is, Dad sometimes has plans that we wont get. And that's okay. We're not supposed to get them. He lets us know what we need to know. He knows what we can handle and soon when he thinks you're ready, I have no doubt you'll be out there kicking ass with me and Sam."

Two weeks later I giggled at the silly rabbit on the screen. It was my favorite commercial.
"If I don't see something written on that paper in the next minute I'm turning the TV off Becca." Dean said reminding me that I did in fact have homework in front of me.
"Why does this stuff even matter?" I asked.
"Well... For one thing, if your teacher has to report you for missing homework she might have to look at your file, which we both know is bogus. So that's one reason. Plus... I said so"
"You never do any school work." I murmured to myself.
"What was that?" He asked.
"Nothing." I said getting back to my word problems.
"I won!" Sam shouted as he burst in the door. "I can't believe I won"
"Won what?" Dean said. "Well a week ago my English teacher entered me in this essay contest about law and justice and morality. So today she called me into her office. I thought I was in huge trouble or something"
"You, in trouble at school. That's rich Sammy." Dean said.
"Anyway, the principal told me that I won. And it's a statewide contest." He grinned.
"That's really cool Sammy." I said and gave him a hug.
"Where's Dad?" He asked. "The principal said there's gunna be an assembly over the weekend and you guys can come, but he has to call and "RSVP." He said making quotes. "Oh, and get this, I might even be in the paper"
"Dad's cleaning the guns in his room." Dean said returning to the pot on the stove. The phone started ringing. "So don't storm in there like... Will ya get that Becca?" Dean said pointing to the phone.
"I'll be quiet." Sam said walking towards Dad's room.
"Winchester residence." I said picking up the phone.

"Becca? That you?" It was one of Dad's contacts Mrs. Spooner.
"Yup." I said.
"Is your Daddy in?" I hated when people asked for my "daddy." I mean, I was eleven. I was all grown up.
"Yes ma'am," I said. "Dad! Phone's for you"
Seconds later Dad came down the hall with Sam trailing behind him. "That's great Sammy." He said. He almost sounded proud...almost. He picked up the phone, grunted a couple of times, thanked Mrs. Spooner and hung up.
"Me and Dean got some work to do. We'll be back in a few days." He told me and Sam. Then he turned to Dean. "Grab some of those silver bullets in the shed'n I'll meet you in the car"
"Yes sir." Dean obeyed.
"Wait." Sam said. "Will you be back by Saturday night"
"Well its Thursday so probably not." Dad sighed.
"But Dad..."Sam complained.
"Sam, I'm sorry, but I don't have time to talk about this right now." He looked at me. "Straight home after school, in bed by 11"
"Yes sir." I said.
"Be good my little girl." Dad said. He paused. "Sammy, I really am sorry. Take care of your sister." He said and went out to the car.
"It's SAM!" he yelled to no one in particular.
"Sam?" I said after the 10 straight minutes of quiet dinner after they left started getting to me. "I think it's really cool that you might be in the paper and all"
"I'm not going." He whispered.
"What?
"I'm NOT going." With that he picked up his plate of barely touched food and slammed it in the sink. When the paper came out the next week, Dad, Dean and especially Sam were surprised to find a picture of Sam in the newspaper. "Where'd they get it from?" Dean asked.
"Well I didn't give it to them." Sam said. "Wait." He started reading the article out loud. "Although a 48 hour bug kept winner Samuel Winchester, his father John and brother Dean at home, his little sister Rebecca spoke to me." The editorial read. " 'Sam's always been really smart.' Rebecca says. 'He worked really hard on that essay like he does with everything. Our father brought us up to be hard workers and he and my brother really wish they could be here tonight to support Sammy"
"Thanks Bex." Sam said. "I'm gunna go cut it out"
"That was really nice of you Becca Anne." Dean said.
"Yeah. It really was." Dad said sincerely.

2 years later

I sat on my brother's bed with the envelope in my hand. Usually I would have been stealthy about going through his stuff without permission, but sheer shock made me forget to be careful. Why did Sam have am envelope from Stanford? I knew why. In my gut I knew why. I couldn't bring myself to remove the letter from the envelope. I was afraid. Afraid he got rejected. Terrified that he got in. I heard footsteps approach and I returned the letter under his pillow and sat on the bed.
"What are you doing in here Becca?" Dean asked when he walked in.
"Nothing." I said innocently.
"Yeah right. You know you can't come in here unless Sam or I say so, and you didn't ask, so obviously you were snooping. "
"I am not"
"Well not now. I'm here... So did you find anything new"
"Um...Sam has porn magazines in his sock drawer." I said. I knew it wasn't any big scandal, but I had to give him something.

"Yeah well those have been there for years. I guess you didn't strike gold today. Now, get on outta here before I tell Dad"
I couldn't stop thinking about it. By 12:55 I finally worked up the courage to go and knock on Sam and Deans door. "Yeah?" Sam said. I came in. As usual Dean was out for the night. Ever since he turned 21 he was a regular night owl.

Sam looked at me "Hey, kiddo. You know its pretty late. Bad dream?" I shook my head no. Sam sat up. "Whats wrong Bex"
"Sam... you- you like it here right. I mean you wouldn't leave"
His face went white and lost its smile. "What do you mean? Becca you haven't been prying around our room have you?" I couldn't look at him. "You've seen the letter. Becca..."

"I'm sorry. I didn't read it, honest. And I didn't mean to find it either. I was looking for your cd case cuz you never let me borrow it and I found the letter." I looked at the floor.
"Oh come on Becca. You were snooping and you found it. God, didn't Dad tell you to stay outta here unless we said so. Don't I deserve some privacy?" He seemed so mad. Sam never got mad at me. Annoyed, all the time. Frustrated, sure. But not mad.
"I-I'm sorry, Sam" I had tears welling up. "I just d-didn't"
"Aw, Bex I didn't mean it like that. Don't cry. Come here." He said. I went over to his bed and sat next to him. He gave me a hug and then put one arm around my shoulder.
"Sammy"
"Uh-huh"
"Where's Stranford"
Sam chuckled. "It's Stanford and its in California"
Strike one. I was hoping it was on the other side of the state, not the other side of the country. California! That was so far away. "Did you get in?" I asked nervously.
"Well, yeah I actually got a very good scholarship." He smiled.
Strike two. I knew Sam was really smart, but I kinda thought they might have had too many people or something. It was time to play my final hand. "Are you gunna go"
Sam sighed and closed his eyes. "I dunno Bex. I honestly don't know. But hey, even if I do go, I'm not leaving"
"What"
"Me going to college is not the same thing as me saying goodbye"
"Promise?" I asked. He nodded. "Sammy"
"Yes Becca?" He said. I think he was getting tired of my questions.
"Are you... are you still mad at me"
"Becca...I wasn't mad before. But listen, Dad and Dean don't know I even applied. So for right now can I trust you to keep this between us kiddo?" I nodded. Sam looked at the clock. "Its 1:20. You should get some sleep Becca. If Dad catches me keeping you up this late, we're both gunna get it"
I nodded and then said "Sammy?" He looked up. "Will you...nevermind"
"What is it Bex"
"Will you tuck me in like you used to?" I asked.
Sam smiled "Of course I will."

2 years later

I got out of the hotel bed and made sure Dad and Dean were still out. I went into my duffel and found the hidden slip of paper. I didn't need it. I'd memorized the number the day I got it. It took two rings before he picked up.
"Hello"
"Sam?" I said.
"Becca! Hey! How are you?" He asked.
"I'm okay. How are you"
"I'm great bex. I really am." That kinda hurt to hear.
"Dad and Dean are good, and don't say you don't cuz I know you care"
"Shut up." He laughed. "Um...do they know that"
"No." I said. "They're at some bar...They do miss you Sammy it's just that"
"I know"
There was a short silence. "Hey I called the other day and some girl's on your answering machine. Was that EVP, or does my big brother actually live with a girl"
He laughed.

"Yeah, you remember I told you about Jess?
"You mentioned that some girl in your ethics class let you buy her coffee once"
"It was theories of human nature and yeah that's her." "So you live together...Does that mean you sleep together"
"Rebecca?" Sam said.
"It's just a question"
"Well I love her. That's all you need to know"
"Fine." I giggled. "Hey Sammy"
"Yeah"
"Well I know your summer break is coming up and"
"Becca..." He said seriously.
"Well it's JUST the summer." I said.
"Becca..." Sam repeated.
"You said college didn't mean goodbye. You promised Sam"
"You remember what Dad said. If I left I should"
"Stay gone. I know Sam, I was there. But he didn't mean it! I know he misses you too"
"How do you know that?" he asked.
I couldn't tell him that we stopped by Stanford at least once every other month, just to check on him. Dad'd kill me. "I just do." I heard a car pull up. It sounded like the Impala. "Sam I gotta go. I love you"
"Love you too kiddo." Sam said. I hung up the phone and jumped into bed.
The door opened. "Shhh don't wake your sister." Dad said. He put the covers over my shoulders.

2 years later

"Becca! Would you move your ass! We got to go!" My brothers didn't realize that being the only teenage girl in our group should have afforded me five extra minutes of shower time. I got out and toweled off.
"Find anything?" I asked when I got out of the bathroom.
"Well I didn't find the other half of that shirt." Dean said pointing to my fairly lowcut tank top.
"I'm supposed to be dressed like a normal high school girl right? This is what they wear." I explained, even though I hadn't been to one class my senior year. We'd started looking for our father before my classes started and we hadn't stayed in one place for months since we left Stanford.
"Just put on a sweater, Bex." Sam said. "But its like a billion degrees outside. I'm late and now I have to change." I complained and grabbed another shirt from my duffel.
"Well can you dance in that?" Dean said looking at my new shirt.
"Dance? Why would I have to dance"
My brothers exchanged a look. "Um... Well, we found out the girls who died... they were um, "
" What Sam?" I asked.
"Cheerleaders." Dean said.
"WHAT"
"And since we need to find out about what happened to them we need you to...um"
"To what Sam"
"To try out for the squad and talk to the other girls." Dean said.
"I HAVE TO WHAT! No. No way. How do we even know I'll make the stupid squad?" I asked.
"Well you have years of combat experience, so you should be somewhat coordinated." Sam said. "Plus all of the flips and jumps we learned should be impressive"
"And what about all of that 'Rah Rah shish boom bah!' stuff?" I said.
"Well it can't be that hard Becca. I mean if you can remember incantations and rituals you should be able to remember how to spell 'be aggressive'." Sam said.
"Why can't one of you do it"
Dean smirked. "I don't do cheerleading... I do cheerleaders. Becca Anne"
"Damn it Dean." I didn't want Dean to turn this into a joke. I was really upset. "So this is why you're letting me do this one on my own? Cuz I'm the only one who can fit in the uniform"
"Bex..." Sam sighed.
"Whatever I'll do it." I grabbed my backpack and headed for the door.
"Wanna ride?" Dean asked.
"It's five minutes away. I can walk."

I got to the school right as the final bell rang. I saw dozens of kids my age rush to get out of the building. "Play it cool Becca. Just act like you go here." I told myself. I made it to the gym and entered through the door that said "Cheerleading Auditions" on it. A brunette girl with pig tails and a sports bra stood in front of a bunch of other girls.

"You all know about Stacey, Ellie and Joey going missing." She said. "With competitions coming up, we need to have at least fifteen girls on the team. Without the three of them, we only have fourteen so one of you will have to do." We went through the preliminary eliminations of splits, kicks and strength. Four of the other girls were cut. Now we moved on to flips. I had that part down and wasn't one of the four other girls they cut. It was down to me and two other girls and they were judging our spirit. I don't know how, but I managed to keep up my smile and be just as chipper as the other girls. Somehow, I made it. I, Rebecca Winchester, deadly hunter and kick ass fighter, was handed a green and white uniform and pom poms.

I walked into the hotel room and slammed the door. "Hey Becca" Dean said cautiously "How'd it go?" I grabbed a towel and some clothes and took a shower.
"You didn't make it?" Sam asked when I got out of the shower.
"No." I said.
"That's alright Becca, we'll figure out some other"
"I meant 'no' as in I did make the stupid team." "Oh." Dean looked surprised.
"That is what you wanted right?"

"Yeah... we just...after this morning..." Sam said.
"Just because you guys only gave me the job cuz nobody else could do it doesn't mean I wasn't gunna try and do it right." I said pulling on my boots and heading to the door.
"Where are you going?" Dean asked.
"To meet Kelly, Tiffany, Brittany and Kimmy for some brainless 'welcome to the team' dinner. They kept saying 'Becky! You totally have to come tonight. Like it'll sooooooooo much fun!' I'm telling you if this whole disappearing cheerleader thing turns out to be a coincidence I'm gunna kick so much ass." I grumbled Usually Sam or Dean would have told me to watch my mouth, but they just gaped.

"They called you Becky?" Sam asked.
"Yup"
"And you didn't kill them?"

"Nope. But boy was I tempted. I figure if anything weird is going on, I can figure it out tonight"
"Sounds like a plan." Dean said as I walked out of the door.

I found the address Kimmy wrote down. Before I even got to the driveway of the house, two people exited the building allowing the blasting music to escape as well. It was a boy and a girl fighting over something I couldn't make out. They both looked really drunk. So 'welcome to the team' dinner was code for loud drunken party. "Maybe I should go." I thought to myself. I mean I'm not a square or straight edge or anything. I just had a job to do. Plus, at home I might have been able to sneak in the back or something. How was I gunna pull off sneaking into the one room I shared with my brothers who were waiting up for me, without being seen by either of them. "Becky! You came!" I heard Kimmy squeal as I was about to bale.

"Hey." I guess I was stuck there. Maybe this would be easier. Get them all liquored up, these blonde bimbos would have to tell me something about the disappearances. "Everybody, this is Becky, the new girl on the squad I was talking about." It felt like everyone in the room was looking at me. They waved and the guys looked at me like Dean looks at a cool car or how animals look at each other on the nature channel.
I got right on the job and started subtly questioning the squad. Most of the stuff the mumbled was just part of their drunken stupor. Between the slurred words and placement of the word "like" connecting every other word, it was no wonder I couldn't get anything close to a clue. Then I talked to Tiffany. She told me that each of the girls missing were the daughters of former cheerleaders at the very same high school. I snuck up to the second floor and found an bedroom and luckily a computer. I went online and looked up news paper articles from the high school. There was nothing big. Mostly football stats and honor roll lists. Finally I found an article about a freshman, Jamie Coltrain, who didn't make the squad and tried to kill of all of the cheerleaders. She murdered eight girls before she was caught and gunned down right in the schools gym. Her last words were a vow to finish the job. I read a quote from one of the survivors.
"I am lucky to be alive." I read the name. "Sue Lewis. As in Ellie Lewis." I read the names some of the other survivors "Jackie Evans and Gina Thomas... as in Stacey Evans and Joey Thomas." "Has anybody seen Becky?" I heard somebody ask. I signed off and left the room.
"There you are!" Kimmy laughed. "Hi"
"You hungry?" I was actually starving. I thought I was going to a dinner so I didn't eat before. Kimmy handed me two brownies off of the table.

"They're soooo good. I made them myself." I wolfed them down.

"So... nice house." I said to Kimmy.

"Oh this isn't my house. This is Jake and Frank Grant's house. Their grandfather invented the color blue or something and now they're loaded. Plus their father is clueless so parties here are awesome. Speaking of Jake." Kimmy said with a smile as a boy walked over.

"Hey." He said. I started feeling a little light headed.

"Hi." I smiled. He was cute and I was feeling a little out of it, so even though I knew I should have gotten the info back to my brother, I started flirting. Mistake number one.

"You want something to drink?" He asked.
"Sure." I giggled. Mistake number two. What was wrong with me? When he left I looked over at Kimmy. "I feel like I'm kinda"
"High?" she said. "Duh, you can thank my brownie mix later. Right now I'm gunna go hang over there cuz Jake is totally digging you right now."

"Here you go." He handed me the liquid.
"What is it?" I asked.
"It's jungle juice. Don't worry it tastes just like cool-aid." He assured me.
I took a sip...or atleast I thought I did, because when I looked back in the up the drink was gone. My head was spinning a little. "I need to sit down"
"There's a couch in the poolroom." He said.
"Yeah." I nodded. Mistake number three. I liked the quiet of the room. He sat down next to me on the couch.

"Man, I'm wasted." He put his head back. It looked like a good idea so I did the same. "I just want you to know" he sighed "that I didn't plan on you knockin back that drink like that. I mean I wasn't trying to get you drunk"
"Dean's gunna kill me." I said.
"Your boyfriend"
"My older brother." I moaned. "I'm gunna be in so much trouble when I get back"
"Lucky for me, I'm the older brother." He smiled. "Usually I get my brother out of trouble with my parents. Maybe Dean'll do the same"
"Dean pretty much is the parent so that wont work out. Sam, my other brother, gets me outta trouble sometimes, but neither of them are gunna be happy if I come back like this when I'm supposed to be..."I stopped. I didn't know why I was telling this kid I barely knew all about my family. "...responsible"
I looked over at him. He was still hot. He leaned in. We kissed and he led my body to lay on the couch. It was so nice. I hadn't made out with anyone for a long time. We were rolling around on the couch and my eyes fluttered open... and I saw Sam.
"Oh God"
"Rebecca Anne Winchester, what the hell do you think you're doing"
"Uh... I was just questioning Jake about some...stuff"
"Right now is SO not the time to be cute Becca. And you-" he pointed to Jake "GET THE FUCK OFF MY LITTLE SISTER! Becca, get your stuff and get in the car NOW"
"Is that Dean?" Jake whispered getting off of me.
"If that was Dean you'd be dead by now." I whispered back.
"Car! Now!" Sam yelled.
"But Sam... I just...uh..." I mumbled. "Have you been drinking"
"I'm sorry. I am so sorry Sammy."

"I don't wanna hear it Becca. God, Dean is not gunna believe this. And its Sam."