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Chapter 2:

Becky's eyes fluttered open when she felt the engine to the blue dodge turn off. She slowly sat up and waited for Sam to get out of the front seat so she could climb out. After Sam stepped out of the car he offered his hand to Becky.

"Can you climb out?" Sam asked Becky.

She nodded her head and grabbed onto Sam's hand. She tried with all her strength to get out of the backseat, when she tried pulling herself up the pain that shot through her stomach was excruciating. She bit her lower lip but the moan of pain slipped out.

"Becky, let me help you. You're going to rip your stitches." Sam said after the small gasp of pain escaped her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in, her right hand tightened on Sam's outstretched one. Her left hand clutched the passenger side's head rest and attempted to pull herself out of the car. It was truly an epic fail, the pain hit her so hard and so fast she couldn't stop the tears from escaping from her blue eyes.

Sam's eyes widened and leaned further into the car."Jesus...Becky, its okay. I'm gonna get you out of the car, let me help you."

Becky nodded her head in agreeance. Sam swept his large arms under her and swiftly maneuvered her out of the old blue car. He kicked the door shut and glanced down at Becky. "I'm just gonna carry you inside. Seems easier in the long run." Sam said sheepishly. He climbed the few stairs onto the porch like he wasn't carrying anything let alone a human body.

"Must be a hazard of the occupation." Becky mumbled to herself.

"How so?" Sam asked and stopped to open the door. A walk into the living room.

"You just are really strong, and I figured it cause you have drug a lot of dead bodies around."

"True, but you're also really light." Sam said after to setting her down on the couch, giving the end of her nose a little tap. Which instantly reminded him of the time he wiped the red marker off her nose when they had been married. "Anyways the tv gets crappy reception and you'll have to fight Dean over his damn spanish soap, but we have beer. So there is that to look forward too."

"I just wanna heal up, and get outta your way. I have actually had all the excitement I can handle for the rest of the week I think." Becky said softly.

Sam knelt in front of her and the look on his face was hurting her more than her body. He looked so sad. "Becky, I am so sorry this happened to you. We've been looking for you for three days and we just kept hitting dead ends. I'm just really sorry I couldn't save you. I bet you're wishing right about now that all this was really just a book still."

Becky glanced down, trying to hide the tears that were forming in the corners of her eyes."Sam, I did this to myself. I should have never used that damn love elixir, eye for an eye. Its poetic justice at its best. I kidnapped you, therefore I got kidnapped and tortured. Three folds and all that. I've seen The Craft."Becky suddenly clamped her mouth shut and looked down. "I know that was just a movie, I do know the difference Sam. But that's all I know and I figure go with what you know. And I know my cult classics."

"No, I get it. You have to relate to that because you aren't meant to be in the life. You're a girl that like to escape into this world, not be trapped by it."

Becky gasped and shook her head. "No, I decided to use magic on you, and force you into 25 years of bliss with me. That was a horrible thing I did, if some man did that to me I would never speak to them again. Trust me I deserve every last ache and pain."

"You didn't deserve this. You repaid your debt to me when you saved my life, I told you to run but you stayed and saved me."

"I would die for you Sam."

Sam sighed soften and patted her hand."Becky." A one word plea begging her to not go there, an affection warning of don't make me tell you 'I don't feel the same way, but I'm very fond of you.'

"I'm not going to go all stalker girl on you, I promise. But I love you, I love you so much I was given the opportunity to be with you for as long as I lived and the only thing that stopped me was knowing deep down inside you would never love me. I want you to be happy, that's why as soon as I can I'm going to leave and respect the fact that you don't ever want to see me again."

Sam was taken back by her words, not of her devotion but of her overall need to run, to escape. To leave him. She wanted to leave him and the thought of it hurt his feelings.

"I didn't say I didn't ever wanna see you again."

"You don't have too. I'm smarter than I appear, I can read in between the lines Sam."

"Becky, you got a while to heal so why don't we just cross that bridge when we get there."

Becky huffed in annoyance. "Sam, don't do this okay. I can't handle this fake sincerity, puppy dog act. Any other day of the week this would be a total dream, but honestly my pain meds are all worn off and I literally feel like someone has cut me open and poured lava into me. Like I said I get it, I don't need you pretending to be nice to me. I don't need your pity."

Sam's body tensed up at Becky's harsh words. "I don't pity you. I can't really categorize what I'm feeling but its not pity. I have been a total nervous wreck these last few days looking for you. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't think straight I was in such a panic."

Dean cleared his throat loudly. "Sam, can I talk to you in private for a minute?"

"Sure Dean." Sam looked back at Becky and squeezed her hand. "You try and get some sleep and I get you something for the pain when I'm done talking to Dean."

"Pain meds would be awesome." Becky squeaked back.

Sam and Dean walked to the back door and stood outside to talk.

"What are you doing man?" Dean insisted as soon as the door was closed.

"Nothing." Sam said defensively.

"Dude, you're playing with fire. I know she is hurt, limping around like Bambi but don't go filling her head with that bullshit."

"What bullshit?"

"I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat, I couldn't think...blah blah blah, that bullshit."

"Its the truth." Sam said sternly.

Dean rubbed his right hand over his face and sighed. "Why is that Sammy? Please tell me you don't have Stockholm Syndrome."

"Stockholm Syndrome?" Sam asked in shock.

"Yeah, where you go all psycho and fall in love with the bitch that drugged and kidnapped you."

"I know what it is, I'm surprised you know what it means." Sam shot back.

"I read ya know." Dean leaned up against the house and looked at Sam. "Sammy, be careful. I don't know what the hell is going on here. I didn't want her with us to begin with, but we didn't have time to argue at the hospital. I don't know if you're being dosed with love potion or what, but you better cut this Romeo act."

"Dean! You've been with me the whole time. She hasn't done anything to me. I'm not in love with her." Sam said.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't have some feelings for her."

"I don't."

"Not even deep...deep...deep down?" The look on Sam's face was all the answer Dean needed. "Goddamn Sammy, you've got a hard on for your super fan. Well I can tell ya this, if you do have feelings for her don't fuck her."

"Dean." Sam said in a warning tone.

Dean shrugged his shoulders and pointed at him. "Its a well known fact that everytime you sleep with a girl she dies."

"Thats not true."

"Yeah, well you think about it for a minute." Dean said as he walked back into the house. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and two cold beers from the fridge and sat down next to Becky on the red couch.

"How ya holden up?" Dean asked nonchalantly to Becky.

"Eh, I'll live."

Dean snorted and nodded his head. "Well since you've official gotten your first demon beating, like you aint ever been beat before, and you survived. I'm gonna let you in on the age old secret of a hunter. Booze."

"No thanks, I don't need a hangover on top of this concussion I have." Becky snapped.

"Put the claws away kitten, Trust me. Sam is gonna hook you up with some meds but its only gonna dull this pain. You're gonna wanna pass the fuck out. So take a shot of the whiskey, chase with the beer. Repeat, oh I dunno. How much you weigh?...110?"

"105, but I haven't eat in a few days." Becky shot back.

"Okay so take about 4 or 5 shots, finish the beer and then pop two of whatever Sam brings back."

"And I'll just fall asleep?"

Dean cracked open the two beers, handing one to her. The twist the whiskey cap off, tossing it on the coffee table. He held the whiskey bottle in the air. "Observe." He gulped a shot down and took a swig of his beer. "Here."

Becky tilted the whiskey bottle after she put it to her lips and swallowed the burning shot. "Chase it with your beer, Becky" Dean reminded her. She sipped her beer and grimaced.

"You'll get use to it champ." Sam walked in the front door holding a clear orange bottle in his hand. "Sammy, give me the goodies." Sam tossed the bottle to Dean. Dean grabbed it and looked at the label. "Perfect. Okay Becky, two for you. One for me." Dean said amused. Closing the lid and shaking the bottle. "Now, do another shot, beer chaser, then take the pill." Dean instructed.

Sam's eyes went wide. "Dean." Sam hissed.

Dean made his 'So What' face. "The girl is in pain, let her sleep it off. She isn't gonna OD, dude chill. Becks, welcome to the Winchetser way. I always wondered why dad drank so much, guess we all know now." Dean said with a smirk and killed his beer. Becky brought the whiskey bottle back to her lips and took a big as gulp as she could. She fought the urge to gag and swallowed, a small amount dribbling down her chin. Dean smirked and took the bottle from her. "That a girl. I promise when you wake up you'll feel a little bit better. Take your pills and bitch face over there can help you to your room." Dean said pointing at Sam who stood straight and rigid, arms crossed, with a hostile look on his face. Becky took the two pills and finished her beer.

"Okay, Sam will you help me now?" Sam smiled and nodded his head. He lifted Becky up and carried her to the far left bedroom. "Sam. I gotta pee." Becky said bashfully. Sam nodded his head and open the bathroom door. He lowered her to the sink counter top and unbuttoned her jeans, lifted the toilet lid. And placed her gently on her feet. "Okay, I think I can hobble from here to the toilet. Thanks."

"Right. I'll be outside the door." Sam said and closed the door behind him.

Becky shoved the jeans off her legs and pulled her plain pink cotton panties down. Not her normal style actually but she didn't question Dean when he handed her the clothes a couple hours into the roadtrip. Not that she had a right to be picky about underwear. She still had enough pain meds in her that she was able to shimmy the panties and jeans on her slender hips in the back seat while boys turned their back and stood guard at the trunk of the dodge.

She sat on the toilet seat and relieved her bladder, the sigh of relief was a totally body rush and Becky realized she was drunk or high or both. Causing peeing had never felt so good. She wiped and flushed the toilet. She braced herself and was able to pull up into a stand position. She shimmed the pink panties back on and sighed when she realized she wouldn't be able to bend down and grab her jeans.

"Sam, can I borrow something to sleep in. Like a T-shirt or something." Becky asked through the closed door.

"Can I come in? I have some things for you already."

"Sure, I'm covered."

Sam opened the door and closed it behind him. "I thought a button up would be easier to get into."

"Yeah, I don't think I could put my hands over my head." Becky looked down at the pull over Tshirt she had on that said I Love Ohio. "Fuck."

Sam pulled out a pocket knife. "How attached are you to that shirt?"

"You want to cut my shirt off me? With a pocket knife?"

Sam shrugged. "Yeah."

Becky took a deep breath in."Jesus, I read a story very similar to this once."

Sam mistaken Beckys gasp as fear instead of pleasure. "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you."

Becky's head snapped up and she smirked. "Im not afraid you'll hurt me Sammy."

Sam shot her an odd look and then shook his head and smiled. "Alright, I'll be a perfect gentleman. Turn around." Becky turned, her back facing his front. He opened the pocket knife and took the collar of the shirt and cut all the way down. Making a long, loud slicing sound. He pulled the shirt of her shoulders and opened the button down. Guiding each arm into the long sleeves. Becky worked on the buttons and turned when she was done.

"Sam, this is like on of my fantasies, and I'm super drunk and I shouldnt be telling you any of this but I can't stop. Standing in the bathroom with Sam Winchester. Wearing Sam Winchester's shirt and a pair of little panties. Checking this off my bucket list."

"Okay, drunko off to bed." He picked her back up and carried her the short distance to the room she was staying in. He laid her on the bed and covered her up. "Sleep tight Becky." Sam said softly and turned and walked out of the room. Becky moaned as she tried to get in a comfortable position. Drunk or not drunk she still hurt,and all she wanted to do was fall asleep, where she couldn't feel any pain and she could dream of Sam.

TBC...