Becky was having a strange day. She'd taken the couple of days off she had and gone with Dean back to his place in Vegas. When she'd got there, Dean had been way too nice to her. That's not to say he wasn't nice to her on a constant basis, but it was always teasing and light camaraderie until something heavy hit. But he'd been genuine and so unlike himself since he picked her up from the airport. It was starting to really make her suspicious. She'd brought it up to him quickly enough, but he had dismissed her as overthinking it too much.

Then, as if to prove her point, he handed her a picnic basket and told her to put on shoes that'd be easy to walk in. She'd done so cautiously, because what the hell? Dean was taking her on a picnic? Well she hadn't eaten since she boarded her flight and it was already almost dusk here. She could go for some sandwiches under the stars.

But as they drove out of Vegas and into the desert, she relaxed. Dean liked the outdoors, and a picnic actually sounded kind of nice. She would even say she was looking forward to it. Dean probably some hill or mountain that they could set up on, and even if Becky's ass would be sore later from sitting on the hard rock, a nice evening with her best friend would be well worth it. Plus, she could make him come out to a club with her when he visited Orlando.

She grinned at the thought. Becky loved to dance, and didn't mind the club scene too much. Taking Dean with her might have been hell for him, but she loved it. For one, he was her go to when she got unwanted attention from any guys. She just wanted to dance, not hook up. For two, seeing Dean in a club was the most humorous thing she'd ever seen in her entire life. The way he shifted awkwardly against the corner, the way his foot tapped to music that he claimed he couldn't stand, and especially the way he became incredibly awkward when any female attempted to hit on him. The look of distress he sent her was hilarious and she wished she could make it her phone screen. She'd go by herself, but Dean would throw a fit about it being dangerous to go alone, so he continued to tag along.

She felt the car slow down and stop. She looked at Dean who looked beyond excited. She'd never seen anyone this excited for a picnic before. But she just couldn't get over how sweet Dean was being. She'd take it.

"You got the basket, Irish?" He looked over at her, where she obviously had it sitting on her lap.

She gave him a small glare, moving it on her lap, "No, was I supposed to get that?"

Dean smirked, "Cute. Now, come on. It's just starting to get dark. That's the best time."

He scurried out of the car and Becky followed. Her grin was wide at the prospect of having a relaxing night under the stars. She'd heard they are beautiful in the desert without the light pollution. She arrived at the spot Dean had picked out, a little ridge overlooking a vast expanse of desert with what looked to be a tiny speck of buildings in the distance. He was putting the blanket down for them and Becky sat down, the basket still in her lap.

He grinned at her wildly, "Alright, let me see that basket."

She frowned, but handed it to him. He opened it and pulled out a pair of binoculars. Becky did a double take. Who brings binoculars to a… it wasn't a picnic was it?

"There isn't any food in that is there?" Becky said, trying to keep her stomach from growling.

Dean looked at her weirdly, "Food? No. Why?"

She felt her eye twitch, "I thought this was a picnic you, idiot!"

Dean furrowed his brow, "Where the hell would you get that ide-" his eyes flicked over to the picnic basket, "Oh."

Becky slapped her hand to her forehead and slowly dragged it down her face. She looked at Dean and pursed her lips. "And, pray tell, what are we doing out here if we aren't having a picnic?"

Dean looked down at the binoculars in his hands, apparently not having accounted for this scenario. A hungry Becky was not someone to be messed with. "Uh, spying on Area 51?"

Becky's stomach growled audibly and she glared at Dean. Dean gently tapped the binoculars on his thigh, waiting out the silence that stretched between them. She just looked at him a bit longer before saying, "Run."

Dean put the binoculars down, still crouched in front of her. He gulped audibly, a nervous smile appearing on his lips, "What have I said about watching those Wyatt video packages?"

Becky increased her glare, "Run faster."