Author's Chapter Notes:
Dean comes off like an ass in this chapter. Just remember the last two.
She replayed that weekend over in her mind again.
She knew she was not as pretty as the other girls were. Men had spent most of her life ignoring her. She was too tall, too heavy, and too loud, her lips were too thick, and her eyes were too big. Everything about her was wrong, not like the other girl's she served with. She felt like crap every day that she walked into work.
Sam…Dean was different. He came in early on a Wednesday morning just after the breakfast rush. He stood in the doorway, the September sun haloed his Adonis like body. Every woman saw him. Every woman wanted him. It took him a few minutes before he chose his seat. He shocked them all when he took a seat at her station. Usually the men fought to sit in the pretty girls sections.
She hurried over with a glass of water and a menu. He smiled at her. He was so nice. Everything he said ended with a sweetheart or darling. He winked at her and stroked her arm when she handed him his change. She nearly fainted. He even helped her with a rowdy customer.
For a while, she thought the other girls were teasing her then he came back for lunch and sat at the same table. He never looked at the other women. If he was not staring at her he was looking out of the window. He came back every day for three days. He always sat in her section and only spoke to her.
On that third night, he asked her out. She nearly fainted. She was taking time off anyway. After two weeks of working doubles, she needed a break. He took her to that French film she loved, but she fell asleep half way through it. She could not help herself. She had been awake since five that morning and it was well after eleven when the movie started. Dean carried her out of the empty theater to the Impala, which she loved, and stayed with her all night. He was kissing her when she woke up the next morning. His hands were all over her body. His loving making was so gentle. She had been so happy that her first time had been with an amazing man like Samuel Wise.
There was something about him. Sadness rolled through her. He said his mother had just died a few weeks ago. He was a truck driver from Lawrence visiting his grandfather who had just had a hip replaced. Money was tight because he had to pay out of pocket for the surgery. Rebecca offered him a place to stay while he was in town. At first, he refused, but after some begging, he accepted. Their time together was incredible. They went to the museum and the new arts center. He even took her to visit his ailing grandfather, Samuel Wise the first. The elderly man was heavily drugged and did not know who Dean was. It didn't matter she sat and read to him from the book that lay next to his bed while Dean took care of some personal things.
He stayed for three amazing days. When they woke that Monday morning, he asked her to get him the early bird special from her diner. She practically skipped the mile there and back. When she opened the door, she knew he was gone. His jacket that lay on the chair was not there. His bag was gone from the closet. At first, she thought his grandfather must have passed on, but when she called the home, no one had heard of Samuel Wise the first. When she described the elderly man in room 216, the nurse said Mr. Hughes had gone to Orlando to live with his daughter. He did not have any grandsons. Rebecca was stunned.
Things went from bad to worse when she went into work and discovered he had been with Lacy, the buxom blonde server when he was "handling personal business". Rebecca was heartbroken when Lacy told her about his goofy girlfriend.
She had finally forgave him when she found out she was pregnant. A P.I., one of her few regular customers, offered to search for him while he was working on another case. That way she could save some cash. Two weeks and five hundred dollars later she knew he had used her.
There was no Sam Wise. He was not a truck driver and there were over 15, 67'Chevy Impalas in the state of Kansas. She felt like a fool.
What had she done? Was she that lonely that she fell for a loser like Samuel Wise? Were her parents ashamed of her? How was she going to raise a child alone?
All the questions that kept her awake at night faded when she held her beautiful baby in her arms for the first time. She could do anything and would do anything to protect him, even if that meant depending on Dean Winchester to keep them safe. She would do that.
He woke up early the next morning. Rebecca and Mason were still sleeping. She did not snore as she did three years ago. He had been angry when she fell asleep during the movie, maybe he would have found it cute if she did not snore like a freight train. She farted every five minutes and her legs were hairier then Chewbacca's. Still, he needed her. Someone in her building was ganking people. He needed to get inside to find out whom. It turned out to be a regular human serial killer and a demon working together. He killed them, but not before he had three of the worst nights of sex, he ever had. He tried to erase the memory drinking and telling the Tampa story to his fellow hunters.
There was always a laugh to be had when he was drunk. Sober he felt sorry for the girl. She was an easy mark. Twenty-five, unattractive, she was alone all the time. She wanted attention, but she was weary of it. He had to be careful and move slowly. It took three days but she fell for the Winchester charm. A few kind words and a strategic touch here or there. She fell hard. How many times had he watched his dad pull the same scam?
"Mommy, potty." Dean heard the boy slapping at her.
"Alright honey." She stumbled out of the bed. The little boy took her hand. Dean could hear her whispering to him. Then the toilet flushed and he was leading her back into the room. Mason eyed his father suspiciously.
"I'm hungry mommy." She riffled through the duffle bag before she pulled out a granola bar and a juice box. "Thank you, mommy."
She swayed back and forth while he ate his make shift breakfast.
"All done." She put the trash back into the bag and laid down taking Mason with her.
Seconds later, his curly head appeared over her hip.
"Who are you?" He asked the strange man sleeping on the floor.
"I'm Dean. I'm a friend of your mom's." He smiled.
"Uh, uh, mama doesn't have boy friend's just me." He stuck out his tongue and disappeared behind her.
The kid was a brat, not like his D.J.
They slept for another few hours before John woke them. Rebecca made them breakfast and helped them clean the house while Dean drove to the Bargain Mart for a car seat. He wanted to get on the road as soon as possible.
The drive to Ellen's was cramped and quiet. Rebecca made him stop several times so she and Mason could stretch their legs. Cassie would have had games to entertain D.J. throughout the ride. He could not watch as they ran around the little play ground they spotted. The kid needed a haircut. Cassie vowed their son would never have long hair. "He's a boy not a girl." His clothes were too dark. He wore black jeans, a black t-shirt, and a deep red button down shirt with black boots. Cassie believed children should wear bright clothing. He was not dumb enough to tell Rebecca that. Besides, he did not want to share his late wife with anyone else, especially not her. When they loaded up again she sang Mason lullaby's until he fell asleep. Cassie sang D.J. Dylan.
Rebecca seemed weary of the old bar. The outside was dark and dingy. It seemed clean on the inside. Ellen stood talking to a couple of hunter's at the bar. She raised a brow when she saw Rebecca and Mason following the men in; wiping her hands, she rounded the bar.
"So you must be our mystery girl." They shook hands. "It's about to get noisy why don't you bring that young man to my apartment upstairs."
"Thanks, it's been a long drive and I think Mason is about to lose his mind." Rebecca smiled. Ellen noticed how her face lit up when she did. She was a pretty girl. Not what she expected from the story Ashe told her.
"Hey Winchester, you owe me a round." Dean smiled at dark hair Aussie.
"Two beers Ashe." The younger man shouted.
"John called and said you all were staying for a few days while he and Bobby cleaned out the house." Ellen led her up the stairs. Sam followed with her bag. "The boys can sleep out back. You and yours can have my daughter Jo's room."
"Where is she?" Rebecca asked.
"Here," A blonde-haired woman came from the back carrying several blankets. "I can take the hideaway since I'm shorter."
"I don't want to be any trouble." The taller woman blushed.
"You aren't. You brought us this little one. That makes you family. Warts and all." They laughed. There was a crash from down stairs. "I'll be back."
Ellen stomped down the stairs. Sam seemed to have disappeared. Jo and Rebecca sat on the floor and entertained Mason.
"You don't have to keep us company."
"I'd rather be up here. It's been a rough week those guys are not always nice on days like this." She wiped a stray hair out of her face.
"I get it. I worked in a diner." They sat back and traded horror stories while Mason colored.
"Happy birthday mommy. I made it for you." He handed her a homemade card with hearts on it.
"Oh thank you baby. I forgot." She hugged and kissed him.
"Today's your birthday?" Rebecca nodded. "Why don't you go and have a drink? Mason and I can hang out together."
"I really don't celebrate it." She lowered her head and gestured to her worn jeans and black cotton tee shirt. To be honest she did not have anyone to celebrate with.
"Have you seen a hunter? You're dressed for the opera house. Go." Jo pulled her up and pushed her towards the door.
"O.K., Mason, be good." She kissed him. She nervously pulled at her shirt.
She opened the door to the bar. Jo was right Ellen had her hands full. Dean and Sam stood near a pool table drinking beers. Several hunters gave her appreciative looks while she stood in the door way. Ellen saw her and waved her over.
"Hey Winchester tell us about that bitch from Tampa!" An old hunter yelled across the room. "I slept with the nastiest whore in Holbrooke, but she didn't fart all night or bite my dick when she gave me head. At least yours cleaned. This whore had the filthiest place."
"Yeah, tell us about Chewbacca. Even my grandmother shaves her legs." The room erupted in laughter. Dean and Sam chuckled until they saw her standing next to Ellen.
"Forget that mate, who's the new bird?" The dark haired hunter Dean had been talk to earlier sauntered over to her. His accent would have been pleasing any other time.
"The Tampa waitress," She muttered playing with the buttons on her shirt.
"Leave her alone Jack." Dean shouted making his way over to them. The drunken Aussie was a nasty hunter. He got meaner when he drank. Dean knew he liked to get rough with prostitutes. If they were lucky, they would walk away with a black eye or a busted lip. He was not going to let the man near Rebecca.
"Shut up man. Turn the music down. I didn't hear the lovely." He stumbled a little. The bar became silent. She lifted her head and caught Dean's eye. Her face was a mask of nothing.
"I'm the Tampa waitress. Most people call me Rebecca." Her voice was soft but it carried across the room. There was an audible gasp of 'fucks and dams'. "It seems only fair that you hear my side of the story, since you've heard Dean's."
"Rebecca." He cautioned.
"I'm sorry I forgot to shave that first night. Mandy, one of the server's, her mother had an accident. She had to take time off work to help her, but if she did then she would lose her apartment. So I took her shifts. She got her regular pay and her tips. I was working eighteen hour days for two weeks. I was taking caffeine tablets to stay awake. They gave me gas, but I slept alone. I did not know they gave me gas until Lacey, the other girl you were having sex with, stayed over one night and told me. I was exhausted when I fell asleep at the movies that night. I had an accident when I was a kid. That's why I was snoring. Deviated septum. I didn't know about it until I was in the hospital having Mason. I stopped breathing. I guess I did that a lot. They performed surgery. I don't snore anymore." She shrugged but never looked away from Dean. "I can't always sleep at night. I have nightmares. The man who murdered my parents broke in while we were sleeping. I just figure if I'm awake I might as well clean. I had never given a blow job before. I was a virgin when we met. I thought would it make it special for you. I did the best I could do. After you left, I finally noticed how much you had to drink to be with me. I counted the beer caps and whiskey bottles you collected. I'm sorry I'm not the mother you wanted for your son, but you're stuck with me because I'm not abandoning my kid to some jackass who can't even keep his mouth closed about who he's fucking." She turned to walk out of the door when Ellen heard her mutter. "Happy birthday to me."
The bar was silent until the Aussie laughed. "I'll take a piece of that nightmare."
"We're closing early tonight." There was a loud protest. Ellen reached under the bar and cocked the waiting shot gun. "Get out."
Sam, Dean, and Ashe did not dare move as Ellen followed the last hunter to the door and locked it.
"Sit down." She waved the gun to a table in the corner. They obediently shuffled over and took chairs. "I had planned on talking to you about this tonight after we closed, but you're a moron so we'll do it now.
"Rebecca Angeline Kennedy was five years-old when a neighbor fellow kicked in their door, shot her father in the head then raped and stabbed her mother to death. He tired to slash Rebecca's throat, but another neighbor pulled him off the girl." Ellen's hand trembled a bit. "She went into foster care. No one wanted to adopt her because everyone thought she was too damaged. There were allegations of 'inappropriate affections' by one of her foster brother's. She wouldn't talk and they just placed her in a new home. One of the nastiest demons you had ever seen possessed Henry Wilson, the foster brother. He was your first solo case Dean. You remember how scared you were? Imagine being a little girl trying to deal with that. She got her own place and kept to herself until you blew into her life. Now, I understand. When you're hunting you have to use people, but anyone could see how broken that girl is."
"I had just lost Cassie and our children and not to some damn demon, but some ass that fell asleep at the wheel." He slammed his hand on the table.
"And how is that the girl's fault? She is one of the good souls you are always talking about saving. You zeroed in on her and gave her some bullshit story. You got her invested in you, and then you ran. You left her with a baby to raise and no one to help her. Did you stop there? No, you told everyone you met about the horrible night with the Tampa waitress. Do you know what that does to a person? She is the butt of every joke by every hunter that comes through here. What are you going to tell your boy when he gets old enough to know what his father has been saying about his mother?"
"I can't fix this." Dean said.
"I know, but being the kind soul I am, I'm going to close the Roadhouse for a few days. Give the girl some space and time to think. You and Sam can do some repairs to compensate me for my generosity." She waited for them to nod. "Today is the girl's birthday. Great gift you gave her."
Rebecca stumbled through the side door of the bar. She was nauseous and gasping for air. She felt weak, as if she had the flu. She wrapped her arms around herself. She just could not stop shaking. They were laughing at her. She thought Bella was lying, but he did. He told everyone that horrible story.
Was that what he thought about her? She was a troll and he regretted touching her? Did he regret Mason? Was he going to abandon them again? Bile choked its way through her body. She doubled over and emptied her stomach.
"Hey lovely," Rebecca jumped. The dark haired hunter came around the shadowed corner. She could barely see him on the moonless night. "Don't cry. It's a man's job to teach a woman how to please him. If Winchester didn't teach you then he's the wanker isn't he?"
"I just want to be alone. Please." She took a step away from him and began picking at her uneven nails.
"Don't worry love I'm going to treat you real fine. This," He grabbed his cock. "This is going to be real good to you."
"No." She stumbled backwards.
He reached out and caught a stray strand of her hair. "I'm not like the Winchester boy. You'll love it and I won't leave you with no kid."
He grabbed her by the wrist. She frantically pulled against his hold. "Let me go."
The short, rancid man jerked her to him, knocking her off balance. He snatched at her hair. She felt the involuntary tears form behind her closed lids. The hunter was slightly shorter then she was but he was strong. He swung her around. He forced her body backwards until she was nearly parallel to the ground.
He pushed her forward past a beat up old trailer. "I'll be nice and gentle."
His other hand snaked under her shirt. She screamed when his thick fingers found her breast.
"No." She cried. Rebecca grabbed the hand from her breast. In one fluid motion, she jerked his pinky finger back. He howled and threw her to the ground when it snapped.
"That was the only finger I hadn't broken." She watched in horror as he snapped it back in place. "Your gonnna hurt for that."
Rebecca shrieked when he stalked to her. She tried to run but she could not stand. She could only push her body away from him. He snatched at her long legs with his good hand. Her mind flashed back to the murderous man kneeling over her small body. If he killed her, Mason would be alone, like she was. He would be tortured, like she was. Dean did not want him. No one would want him. He would be damaged, like she was.
"No!" In one quick motion, she jerked her leg back and kicked him under the chin. She heard bones crunch and watched as his head twisted at an odd Angel. His eyes crossed before he fell to the dirty ground.
She hesitated before she ran up the back stairs to the apartment.
"Mason!" She burst through the door. Jo stood in the living room rocking the sleeping child.
"What's wrong?" She saw the woman's frantic look.
"The guy with the black hair and accent attacked me." She sobbed.
"Where is he?" Jo put Mason in his trembling mother's arms and ran to the kitchen. She came back with a large hand gun.
"Out back. I think he's unconscious." She steadied herself. "I kicked him in the face. I learned it at this self defense course I took at the Y, who knew it would work. His head twisted and he just fell down."
"Alright lock the door." Rebecca nodded and shut the door behind her as she left.
Jo ran down the stairs into the bar. She was surprised at how quiet it was. Her mother sat on the other side of the room talking to the boys.
"Jack Monroe attacked Rebecca." She said breathlessly. "She's alright. She kicked him in the face. She may have broken his neck. He's out back."
"What the hell…" Ellen cocked the shot gun again and rushed to the door. The back lot was empty. She followed the impressions in dirty where he forced the girl around the trailers. "Jesus. Is this what you planned for your son's mother?"
Dean pushed past her. The man's body laid in the dirt, his head twisted unnaturally. The tread of her boot left a dirty impression stamped under his thin chin. He tried to imagine what happened before she was on the ground. Did he hurt her? The hand prints told him that she pushed herself away for at least eleven feet.
He turned and saw the stunned faces of his family. Dean snapped into protective mode and did what he did best. He cleaned up. "Sam, Ashe, Jo, make sure the lots empty. Check the woods, everywhere. I want to make sure no one's here."
"What are you going to do?" Ellen stood next to him.
"Salt and burn him." Dean went into the trailer and came out with a checkered blanket. "You don't need to be involved."
"This is my place. You think anyone is going to believe I didn't know about this?" She took the blanket away from him and laid it out. "They are gonna come looking for him."
"I know, but not for a while." He pushed the body into it. "They can't find him. You know what they'll do to her if they find out she killed him. Those stupid bastards won't care what he was going to do. I can't let Rebecca go down for my stupidity."
The trio hurried around the corner.
"All clear." Ellen dug for the car keys.
"Ashe you drive, you're both the same size." Dean was busy taking off the dead man's hoodie.
"Make sure you drive past The Side Winder. Don't stop, just slow down enough for a few of the regulars to get a good look at the car." Dean tossed Ashe the keys. "Meet us at the top of Cannon Turn. Sam, fill up the gas cans from his trunk. He's known to be stupid when he's drunk. If we can get the car to hit that stone wall at the bottom of the hill just right…"
"The gas will explode and there won't be enough left to identify." Jo finished. "I'll keep Rebecca calm."
Dean grabbed her arm. "She can't know she killed him."
Jo nodded.
"Ellen, you need to stay here in case someone comes looking for him." She nodded, but did not look away from Dean. "What?"
"She isn't thick. She knows she killed him she just can't accept it. You need to tell her Dean." Her peace said Ellen walked back into the bar.
"Get the car." Dean told Sam. He looked at the body. He royally fucked up her life. He used her, knocked her up, talked about her like she was trash, and set her up to be attacked. Everything he did was sloppy. She was not going to go down for this, not for his idiocy.
Chapter End Notes:
Dean cleans up.