Chapter Four

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

A/N: I hope you guys like it. I changed a bit of what the show did I've started to put Becca in some of the actual episodes.

We ended up in the small Willowton Woods. We looked around the camp headquaters. It was empty. There was no sign of a crime seen. No sign of paranormal activity. No sign of Dad. We looked up the sight online. Nothing. We'd been there for two hours and we found nothing. I felt tears welling up. I was just SO frustrated, until I heard the engine.

"Is someone driving your car Dean?" Sam asked.

"No. That's not the Impala. I know the Impala and that's not her." We went outside and to y amazement sitting in the drivers seat of a battered pick-up was John Winhester, my father.

"Dad." Dean sighed.

He got out of the car and I ran and jumped up on him. "Daddy!"

"Oh little girl. I've missed you." He said hugging me. Dean went to shake his hand but Dad pulled him into a hug too.

"Sammy." Dad said. I held my breath and I could almost feel Dean do the same. This could have been bad. Sam and Dad didn't have the best track record as far as fighting and Sam had every right to be angry with Dad for leaving. Hell he could have even blamed Jessica's death on him. I waited for the two men to move. It was Sam who grabbed Dad into a hug.

"I'm sorry Dad." He cried. "I'm so sorry."

"Shhhhhh. That's okay, son. It's alright. Everything's gunna be alright."

It didn't take very long for the wave of family togetherness to take its natural place FAR away from the Winchesters. By the time we got to the hotel me and my brothers had asked Dad in everyway we knew how about where he was and why he left. He just kept repeating "I'll explain." Turns out that was a joke. Explain. Basically, Dad said he couldn't tell us where he was or what he was doing for "our own safety." Not only that, Dad told us that he would have to leave again and not to try and find him again. Apperently we were getting "too close" and it put us in danger.

"Too close to what?" Dean asked.

"Yeah and why did you call if you're just gunna leave?" Sam asked.

"I needed to meet with you to tell you not to look for me anymore. The phone lines weren't safe."

"Dad can't you just…" Dean started.

"Dean... I'm not going to waste time explaining myself."

"Yes sir." Dean said.

Sam scoffed. "Are you kidding me?"

"Sammy…" Dean sighed.

"No. You wanna follow Dad blindly, fine. This all started cuz we needed to find Dad. We found him. I thought he might be able to help with Jessica, but obviously I was an idiot. So you know what? I'm done! I'm outta here."

"Sam wait." I said. "Dad, come on. You gotta tell us hats going on-"

"Rebecca I don't HAVE to do anything. I am doing this so you three will be safe. Do you understand me?"

"Yes sir." I knew I should say. But that was a lie. I was lost and confused and trying to play the role of the good little soldier like Dean. I swallowed "No."

Dean and Sam both looked shocked. "Excuse me young lady?" My father said.

"Well… No. I mean, I don't, understand that is." I said.

"Are you trying to be smart with me young lady?" He was pissed.

"No sir, honest. I just can't understand why after months of trying to find you…. Wondering if you were safe or even alive, now you show up and expect us to understand you leaving again and telling us not to look for you anymore. We're just supposed to let you go with no explanation of where you've been or where you're going? I can't do that anymore Daddy."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I mean… I mean if you don't give us some kind of explanation… I'm going with Sam." Every kid has moments of rebellion. But thinking back, I'd never really had any. I mean I complained and sometimes whined, but when my father would scold me or threaten a spanking I would back down. I'd never taken a stand.

"You're sixteen years old and I am your legal guardian." Dad said.

"What are you gunna call the cops? There are warrants out on all of us."

"And you think Sam can take care of you?"

"He and Dean raised just as much as you did." I was surprised he didn't snap me in two right then and there.

"Rebecca Winchester I will not have you stand there, making demands…"

"Dad, I-"

"Do you want to desert your family?" He asked.

His voice was so powerful. I didn't know how long I could put up my brave confident face, but I couldn't back down. "Dad, you left us for months. For months we had to look for clues and pray that you were behind them. And now you're leaving again!"

"So you don't trust me now?"

"Just…" I wiped a tear away and settled my voice. "Just tell us something Dad. Where you were. Why you didn't call. Where you're going now or why. Anything… Please Daddy." I begged. "Give us anything and I'll stay."

"All I can tell you is that I love you, and I promise I have your best interest in mind."

"I know Daddy." I hugged him. "But that's just not good enough anymore." I picked up my bag and joined Sam at the door. Dad astonishingly walked to the bathroom with a bewildered look on his face. I dropped my bag and walked over to Dean. "I'm sorry. I just can't…"

He held me in his arms "I know." He said. "You'll take care of Sam?"

"Hey." Sam said from the door. "That's Sammy to you."

1 Month Later

"Its not a big deal." I said for the third time as I entered the new apartment with Sam.

"Becca…"

"It was a just tiny little exorcism. Nobody really even noticed."

"Nobody noticed Becca?" Sam said. "Cuz I seem to remember having to wait in the principals office for an hour just so we could discuss what 'nobody noticed.'"

"Well OBVIOUSLY the girl who was exorcised noticed, but I made up a pretty great cover didn't I?" He looked at me skeptically. "Well okay maybe it wasn't a GREAT cover, but they bought it didn't they?"

Sam sighed. "Yes, they bought it. But just because they're dumb enough to believe that the girl passed out and you just happened to be walking by with holy water to poor on her doesn't mean you should have done the job alone."

"Well you know this would have never happened if I wasn't at that school in the first place."

"Bex, don't start. You know the plan."

"The plan is wacked Sam. You work all the time and Stanford doesn't even know you're back."

"They know I'm back. I'm just gunna wait until the beginning of the term to do my law school interview. And if I get the scholarship…"

"When you get the scholarship?" I corrected.

"Well I'm not gunna be able to work as much with class and everything. We need as much money saved up as we can get."

"Which is why I think its stupid for me to be in school right now when I could get a job."

"Not the plan Becca."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because… School may have not been top priority or even a priority with Dad and Dean, but as long as I'm taking care of you, you will graduate."

"Fine." I sighed. I looked over at the flashing light on the caller ID. "Hey Dean called. Twice in one week, he must really miss us."

"Did he leave a message?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, but I'm just gunna call him back so it doesn't matter." I waited eagerly as the phone rang.

"Hello? Becca?" I heard the voice.

"Daddy?" I asked. Sam looked over at me.

"Hi there little girl."

"Dad. Wait tis is Dean's…You're with Dean?"

"Um something happened and… is your brother home?" Dad asked.

"Yeah, but…"

"Becca I really need to talk to Sam right now. Okay?" I handed Sam the phone.

What happened after that was one of those tidal wave moments that happen on movies. Those times where time moves too fast and you think, "hey what's going on?" and then BAM you're right in the middle of something big. And nobody has a clue how they got there. That's where I was.

Dean went on a hunt. He was electrocuted while fighting some dumb ass demon and that did something technical and hard to pronounce to his heart. Somehow Dad found out and called us. There I was standing in between my Dad and my brother, listening to a doctor ramble on about how little a chance we had that he would make it past the next month. This was Dean. Nothing hurt Dean. So what was this doctor talking about? He looked fine… kinda.

When the doctor left, two things happened that took my breath away. One- Dean acted as if he really didn't care about dying and two- my father and Sam actually agreed on trying to save him. That's right people, I said agreed. I wanted to help them, but they thought it'd be better for me to stay with Dean.

I sat down on the chair in the room. It was stiff. I was squirming, trying to get comfortable so Dean told me I could lay on the hospital bed.

"Is it safe?" I asked.

"Come on Becca. I'm not contagious."

"I meant for you… Dick. I could hurt you Dean." I explained.

"I'd like to see you try little sister." Dean said.

I felt like a little kid again laying next to Dean like that. I felt protected.

"Snowstorms in Vermont have…" The weatherman went on.

"Dean look!" I said with excitement.

"Why do you always get like that about snow?" he asked.

"Dean, you know why. Remember when we lived in Colorado for a while and you took me and Sam sledding."

"Yep. We were out there for like four hours. Even after Sam went back in to do home work or study or whatever, you still wouldn't let me take you inside."

"I loved it. I felt all tingly and…"

"That's cuz you probably had frostbite." He interrupted.

"Dean!"

"You know I don't do chic flick moments Becca Anne."

"But I'm a chick" I smiled.

"No you're a sister." Dean explained.

"Buzz kill."

"What? Its frozen water. Big deal."

"No it's… everything's different when it snows. Everything's quiet. It's like… it's like we do all this stuff and deal with all of these things that we just can't explain, and they suck. But snow… we can't explain it, but snow doesn't suck. Us standing there, just being kids. You just being my big brother. It doesn't suck."

"No" he sighed. That big brother thing kicked in. Not the big brother as in the "always watching you" thing, but the "knows when to let me have my chick flick moments" thing. "Becca Anne, being your big brother has never sucked."

"Not true." I sighed.

"Huh?"

"This. You…dying." I cried. "This sucks."

"No." he said hugging me tighter. "This doesn't suck."

"But Dean…"

"No this moment right here, right now. This doesn't suck."

I thought about it and looked around. "You're right. This part doesn't suck at all."

I fell asleep next to Dean and dreamed about that day.

(Memory)

"Becca, it's freezing!" Dean said. "Dad'll have my ass if you get sick on my watch."

"One more snow angel?" I begged. "Please Dean!"

"…Okay" he caved. " Make the snow angel and then we gotta get back home."

"No, I meant I want you to make one."

"Becca…" I pouted. "Alright, fine. One snow angel."

"And will you…"

"No way!" Dean knew what I was thinking.

"Come on. You gotta do it if you're making a snow angel." God I perfected the pout at that age.

"Okay, okay, I'll do it." He sighed. "If all the snowflakes were gummi bears and milkshakes oh what a snow it would be. Standing outside with my mouth open wide…" he looked at me and I nodded for him to continue. "Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!" he sang. He looked so silly down in the snow and I loved winter from that point on.

Someone was nudging me out of my sleep. "Sam, don't make me go to school today. I'm sick or something." I moaned.

"Becca"

"Dean?" I remembered where I was. "Dean." He was out of bed. "What are you doing? You- you can't get out of…"

"I checked myself out." Dean explained.

"Are you crazy?"

"That would put me in an entirely different hospital."

"This isn't funny Dean, you have to get back in bed. You're…" I paused. "You're sick."

"No Becca, I'm dying. And I'm sure as hell not doing it here. It smells, it's cold and they have nurses who actually look old enough to be nurses. Now get your stuff and lets get going." Don't get me wrong. I love my brother, but sometimes he makes me want to do some very awful things with sharp objects to him. He's so stubborn. But then gain we're Winchesters, so it's kinda required.

We took a cab to the motel me and Sam checked into earlier.

"What the hell are you doin here?" Sam asked.

"I checked myself out."

"Are you crazy?" Sam asked.

Dean looked at me and smiled. "That seems to be the general consensus."

"Where's Dad." I asked

"He went to find some voodoo guy. A connect. Dad had to go personally to ask. He'll gun it the whole night through. But I have another idea. Another one of his connects."

"Why are you both looking for connects?" Dean asked.

"To save you dumbass." Sam said.

"You think it'll work?" I asked Sammy hopefully.

"You guys aren't gunna let me die in peace are ya?" Dean asked.

"We're not gunna let you die at all. We're goin."

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