Full- circle-6

I'm almost done with this story. Thankfully it's taken a lot out of me,

There is a time warp-

Three days later.

Ella woke first; it took some time for her eyes to adjust to the bright sunlight. She sniffed the air and rolled over. Becca was on her side still asleep; the air had a comforting smell. Throwing back the blankets she eased into a house rob and wandered down to the kitchen.

There was an older man in an apron cooking in her kitchen" John?" the older man turned around " Well, I'm glad to see you up and about. The spell worked I take it". She sat down at the kitchen table " what did you make?" john was all smiles when he turned around " Blueberry pancakes". He placed plateful in front of her. She eyes him in confusion "Okay, why are you in such a good mood? And where is Dean and Sam?" " Well…" John started as he poured a cup of coffee for his daughter-in-law "First the bad news, Jake killed him. Missouri and I went to question him. He wrote a letter to Becca. He felt responsible for what happened. Second, Dean and Sam were on their way back, when they were arrested for Andrea and Lucas's murder. Third the good news. Missouri took care of the thing torturing Becca, look at your wrist."

Ella looked down it was the same symbol Dean had carried around his neck, it was wrapped around her wrist 'That will keep you protected from evil. Becca has two, one on each wrist and one on the base of her neck.' Ella didn't have to ask why Becca had triple protection. She piled a load of pancakes into her mouth, just as the door opened, Dean and Sam walked through.

Ella squealed and choked on the pancakes, but ran over to Sam and jumped on him. Dean smiled, but she noticed his smiled didn't reach his eyes, but hugged her as well. Dean eyed her pancakes and John placed a plate in front of his son. Sam was still hanging onto Ella' Blueberry Dad?" John smiled at his son "Yep, I learned the art of cooking." The four of them had a very quiet breakfast.

After breakfast, John left to visit Missouri. Sam looked at his wife with a mischievous look in his eyes. She smiled and nodded. Dean rolled his eyes. He knew he had to go see Becca. Ella had told him she was awake but unresponsive to her, he had told h4er that was because she didn't have the special touch. He watched his brother and Ella disappear. Dean stood up and decided to clean up the kitchen, he was trying to come up with the words that would help Becca. Never could he imagine the crap she had gone through. He had been gone 6 weeks; she might not even want to see him.

Dean once finished with the dishes made his way up the stairs. He knocked on the door, he remembered being in her room. He turned the handle and opened the door a little a force closed it, he tried it again and once more she waved her hand and it slammed shut " Damn it Becca, come on". A third time he got his head in, when the door slammed, hitting him forcing him back.

Now he was just getting pissed off "Rebecca, knock it off if you don't open this door." he didn't get to finish the sentence, he heard the door lock. Dean sighed and slammed his shoulder into the door. It gave way under his weight. He stepped in and closed the broken door behind him.

Becca was on her side, facing the window. She felt him climb onto her bed. He touched her hair, she didn't move closer nor did she move away from him. Dean removed his sneakers and shirt; he lifted up the covers and climbed into the bed once more. He just laid down next to her, just listening to her breathing. He wasn't sure what time it was, but he felt her inch closer to him. He rolled onto his side and let her lean against him. Dean smiled, when she reached around searching for his hand. She lay it over her hip, and with her other hand held his. Dean let her stay that way for a few more hours.

About 2PM, he kissed her bare shoulder, he felt her tense up against his lips. He continued across her back, carefully and gently. He stopped when he reached the tattoo on her neck " Nice ink" he whispered in her ear. He knew she heard him, a second later he felt her shaking against him "Becca, none of this is your fault" the shaking increased " Jake isn't your fault. Something evil took over his body, raped you, and left. Jake died because he was so guilt ridden, he took his own life." " Because of me I was the one who made him feel guilty." She lifted a hand to wipe her tear stained cheek.

Dean pulled her so she was lying on her back. He propped himself on an elbow and looked at her. The cut on her cheek made his heart drop. She blinked her tears out of her eyes. Dean leaned in and kissed her cheek, she closed her eyes. She turned towards him, letting him kiss her; her cheek didn't hurt anymore but reminded her of Jake.

Something snapped inside of her, all of a sudden she wanted Dean so badly she couldn't stand it. Becca pulled Dean on top of her "Becca" he was going to protest, he knew this was so very wrong, as her hands traveled south of his jeans. All Thoughts of it being wrong disappeared. Becca worked his jeans until they were off "dean, please" she begged " Becca we don't have to do this" his brain told her "Yes we do, I want too please" She again reached down to stroke him once more. Dean tried to be as gentle and loving as he could but it wasn't long until she was panting, begging and writhing beneath him. She reached up and kissed his lips, as they both got lost in a deep dark abyss. Without saying a word Becca snuggled closer to Dean and fell asleep listening to his breathing.

Okay now that I got the mush out of the way, I can work on destroying their lives.