This is my take on the episode 'Season Seven... Time for a Wedding!"
Things have not gone according to plan.
First, Dean shows up all unsupportive with that crazy bitch Louise in tow. Then Dean and Lou latch onto their hunt and are probably going to solve it faster than she and her new husband, ruining their first ever case together. And now… well… now isn't exactly going as according to plan as it could have at this point.
When she hears Sam start to wake up, groaning in pain, she rushes to his side and sits on the bed next to him.
"Sam?" she asks as he blinks his bright hazel eyes open, making her heart skip really quickly before she starts to worry again. "Sam, do you feel concussion-y? How many fingers am I holding up?" She waves three rapidly.
"Where am I?" Sam asks, looking around his unfamiliar surroundings. Then he sees her face. Becky!? Panic. "What the hell's going on?"
"Sam... just calm down…"
"Calm down?!" Sam alarms, unable to move his limbs. He checks himself out and sees he's tied to a metal bed frame, both wrists and ankles with thick rope around them. "You hogtied me to…." He stops when something truly terrifying hits him. "Becky, why… why am I not wearing any pants?"
"They're very constricting," she explains away.
"Uh," Sam groans in response as he drops hi head back, skeeved out and feeling just beyond gross in the moment.
"Don't worry," Becky assures him. "I didn't do anything weird. I was helping."
"Let me go!" he demands with his harshest and most booming voice, making Becky jump a little. "Now!"
But she chooses to ignore his fury, knowing she can get him back. "Are you thirsty? Or do you need a bottle... to, you know, tinkle? It's okay if you do. I can help."
Sam groans in disgust again. "Becky! You're insane! I have…."
A beeping sound goes off and interrupts him, making Becky cheer, "Finally!"
"Wait. What? Wait!" Sam shouts at her as she runs to the other room and leaves him. "Becky? Becky. Hey, hey, don't! Don't! Becky!"
As Sam lays there, tied and unable to move, he listens in on the conversation she's having with an unknown man. He gleans from it that he's at Becky's parents' cabin but he has no idea where that is. He doesn't even know which state this is. He also finds out that whoever she's speaking with, someone appropriately just named Guy, has been supplying her with an elixir that's clearly to blame for his current condition and lack of recollection of the past who knows how many days. This was supposed to be his Las Vegas trip, blowing off steam while unable to be near the one person he wants to be near.
Fuck. Lou. She's going to kill him dead on the spot when she finds out about this. After what happened with her father… shit. And from the sounds of it he's married to psycho Becky. This looks like total betrayal.
This is very, very bad. Losing Lou kind of bad.
"Do you know we haven't even consummated our marriage?" he can hear Becky explain. "We were taking it slow 'cause true love is forever, but everything just feels weird now."
Sam sighs in relief. At least it never got that far. For his own sanity and protection against Lou he might make this out alive after all. To say he's a bit scared of Lou would be an understatement. She may be about a third his size, maybe a forth, but that doesn't matter when the hundred pounds that she is can be all fury and brawn when pissed off.
And then Becky finishes up her call and walks back into the room.
"So, you dosed me with a love potion."
"How…?"
"Thin walls."
"Look," Becky sighs. "Yes, I used a social lubricant to…."
"You roofied me!" Sam shouts with outrage.
"A roofie? I'd never!" she promises. "We had a great time together. You were happy.
"Oh, yeah," Sam answers with sarcasm as he tugs at his rope bindings. "I'm thrilled."
"I have to go," she starts to leave.
"You know your pal Guy is the one icing all those people, right?" Sam informs her, getting her to stay.
"No, he's not…."
"Oh, so he's not a witch?"
"No. He's just a Wiccan. Wiccans are good, like Glinda of Oz."
"You're not this stupid, Becky. He's your dealer. Look, I don't know how much he's charging you for that Spanish Fly…."
"Nothing! He gives it to me," Becky says, trying to prove that her friend is legit. "And he said it wouldn't even work unless you already loved me, deep down. It just activates it."
"So you think I love you?" Sam asks with disbelief, thinking she must have lost her damn mind.
"Deep, deep down?" she hopes.
"I think you know that isn't the case," Sam says gently, knowing he doesn't want her to go off. She's seems awfully unstable. "And if you read all those Chuck Shurley books like you claim to have… then you already know I don't."
"You mean Lou?" she asks with a very downtrodden tone.
"Of course I mean Lou," Sam says quietly. "You have no idea the fire you're playing with right now. Not only are you getting yourself tied in with a witch but you're screwing with other people's lives." Sam drops his head back and looks at the ceiling. "She'll probably kill me for this. And then you right after."
"She does seem like an angry person…."
"Putting it lightly." Sam just shakes his head. "If you wanted us broken up, well… you're doing a bang up job, Becky."
"Sam… I've read the books. She's difficult and nothing like you. She's not an ideal match for you…."
"That's not for you to decide," Sam tells her in a dangerous tone.
"But I would be good for you," Becky promises. "She doesn't even trust you. But I trust you, Sammy."
"Don't call me that."
She pauses when the anger really reaches his eyes as she looks at him. "I'm just trying to say… I have your best interests in mind."
"My best interests?" he asks with shock.
"Yes," Becky smiles to him.
"Then untie me."
Becky looks at him for a moment, her resolve slipping. But then she remembers that if she lets him go then it's completely over between them. He'll run away and he'll divorce her, go back to that horrible woman, and she'll never see him again.
"No," Sam complains when she balls up a sock. "No!"
"You're still working through your emotions," Becky assures him as she stuff the sock into his mouth to keep him quiet as she prepares to leave. "You need time to realize what it is we have."
"Mm-mm!" Sam muffles out, meaning for it to be a solid fuck you to her but it isn't clear.
"I love you, too!" Becky waves in return and leaves him there, Sam grumbling about being caught there alone and immobile.
Great, time alone to lay here and think about how he's screwed with Lou. Perfect.
Only a couple hours of time away from Becky is all he got before she came back, chattier than ever. As she lays next to him with her head on his chest, confessing how she feels lost and how she's never have him any other way, Sam's had enough. But there's nothing he can do about it. Sadly, she paid maybe a little too much attention to the Supernatural books. She knows a good knot.
"I just want someone who loves me for me! Is that too much to ask?" Becky questions him and for the fifth time Sam tries to answer her. However, all that comes out is a garbled, muffled mess as she never took the sock out of his mouth when she returned.
She sighs and realizes she has to take the sock from his mouth. "What?" she asks him once it's gone, Sam moving his mouth to stretch and deal with how dry it is now.
"If you want somebody to love you for you, maybe don't drug them," Sam comments to her, really trying to drive the point home that she's possibly gone about this all kinds of wrong.
"But I want you!" Becky nearly shouts like a child in a tantrum. "And this is the only way!"
When she takes a new vial out of her pocket, the one she just got from Guy that she now knows as a crossroads demon, Sam starts to freak out.
"Becky," he says her name without anger and volume, hoping to get her to really listen. "Becky, you're better than this."
"That's sweet, but..." She looks at the potion hard. "I'm not so sure."
"Becky, please. If you do this…" Sam starts but before he could finish his thought the cabin door bursts open hard.
"Sam!?" they both hear Dean yell out as heavy boot falls are heard on the hardwood floor.
"Dean!" Sam calls back right away, the sound of his big brother's voice giving him his first real taste of relief since he came-to tied to a bed in Becky's cabin. "In here!"
"Oh, no," Becky complains and she panics. She pulls the cork out of the vial and grabs Sam's chin. She attempts to swiftly pour the potion down his throat before Dean can stop him.
"Mm!" Sam yells out through his bitten together lips, trying his best to seal his mouth.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean yells when he sees what's happening and runs for her.
"Sammy, just drink it. I know you love me… ugh!" Becky calls out when Dean tackles her off the bed, diving for her quickly. They tumble onto the ground, Dean scrambling to pin the girl down before she can do any more damage, as Sam drops his head back on his pillow and sighs with total thankfulness for his brother's timing.
"That was way too fucking close," he closes his eyes, listening to Dean struggle as he hears smaller footsteps make their way towards him.
"Gimme that!" Dean fires out as he pries the vial from Becky's hand, immediately smashing it on the cabin floor, the blue liquid spattering with the glass shards. "What was that!?"
Becky sighs and her face falls pitifully as she stares at the mess. "My happy future."
"Jesus," Lou sighs with upset when she sees Sam tied up and laid out.
"Lou, thank God," Sam shakes his head as she walks over to him, putting her gun into the back of her jeans. She kneels onto the bed at his side and pulls out her folding knife, her mind on autopilot. When Lou reaches for the rope around his wrist and opens her knife she pauses for a second. Her arms lower and she peers down at Sam, making him confused. "What? Cut me free."
Lou just eyes him for a few more seconds.
"Lou… let me go."
"Did you fuck her?" Lou asks, her voice devoid of any emotion. She's keeping it business like.
"What!? No!" Sam answers back defensively.
"Did you?" Lou tries again. "Just be honest."
"Lou, knock it off," Sam says in an even tone. "I didn't sleep with Becky."
"He's right," Becky admits with utter let down as she and Dean get off the floor. "We were taking it slow…."
"Uh, Becky?" Dean says while standing in front of her and blocking her from Lou's fire. The way Lou's staring daggers into her alone is enough to scare even him. "Why don't you keep the talking to a minimum here, huh?"
"I know how this looks," Sam tells her with certainty as Lou's eye lock onto his. Right away he can see the pain and questioning in the expression she attempts to keep stone and hard. He knows her well enough to be sure she's all over the place with this. "I do. I know this looks really, really… really, really, really bad."
"You married her," Lou's chin quivers a little when she says it.
"I didn't know I did that until I woke up all tied up like this."
"Sam… I can't…." She closes her eyes. "I can't do this… this…."
"I know," Sam assures her, knowing how much she's put herself out of her comfort zone in order to trust him and take a chance on a real, faithful relationship. "I know what a mess this has got to be for you but I promise you I would never do that. Never. You know I wouldn't."
Biting back her fears and waves of emotions that want to crush her, Lou grabs the rope around his wrist and cuts it. Sam moans with thankfulness as he pulls his arm in for the first time in hours.
Sam smiles at Lou as she leans over his form, reaching for his farther arm and cutting that free. The second his arms are no longer bound in place Sam bolts up. He doesn't bother getting the left over ropes off his wrists or freeing his ankles. Instead, he reaches for Lou and pulls her in, awkwardly hugging her on the bed Becky intended to use for their honeymoon.
"I'm sorry if this made everything worse," Sam whispers into her thick, long blond hair. After a few seconds Lou's arms slowly come up and around him, her hands pressing into his back harder and harder by the second. With a few deep breaths she begins to see that she worried for nothing. Sam loves her. He wouldn't do to her what her dad did to her mother. Not all men are like that. Some are actually good.
The face of utter heartbreak Becky wears as she sees this makes Dean's blood further boil. While Lou and Sam have a second together Dean grabs Becky by the elbow and yanks her angrily into the other room.
"I know what you're going to say," Becky tells him in a sad voice.
"Sister, you don't know the half of what I want to say to you," Dean tells her with fire. "But right now you better start telling me what the hell is going on around here."
"Pucker up, sweetheart," Guy says to Becky, ready to seal their deal for good with a kiss. He never figured when he came to this small Jersey town to make deals it would end up this way. Sam Winchester getting fucked with by one of the most annoying women he's ever met. It's almost too good to be true for a crossroads demon.
But then it all goes to shit when Becky lights a match and drops it with anxious nervousness to the ground.
Flames shoot up around him in the shape of a devil's trap, burning the carpet with the sigil and making him rooted in place.
"I'm not your sweetheart!" Becky proclaims lamely as the three hunters backing her up enter the room. She jogs to stand behind Sam for protection. Considering that even if she's read all about this kind of thing she's never seen action like this, she's scared.
"Jack Daniels," Lou says with an evil smirk, shaking a bottle of the brown and flammable liquid in her hand. "The answer to all of my life's problems."
"You see that, Sam?" Becky freaks out with pride in herself. "I did it just like we said! I am awesome! I…." She stops short when she can see the way Lou's eyes are glaring at her with pure hatred. "I'll be over here." She backs up and stays behind the three hunters.
"Dean Winchester," Guy, the demon, says with delight. "This is really thrilling. Hey, can I have your autograph?"
"Sure," Dean answers calmly as he takes out Ruby's knife from his jacket. "Yeah, I'll, uh, carve it into your spleen."
"How does this little scam of yours work, Guy?" Lou questions him.
Guy's face curls up into an evil smile. "Well, how ever do you mean, Lou? And can I just say that I am simply thrilled to see you kicking around once more."
"You're signing ten year deals, snuffing 'em that week," Sam gets the demon back on track.
"Well, I would never. No. Rules of the road, can't lay a hand on any of my clients."
"Right. So how you cheating it?" Dean asks.
"I'm not a cheater. I'm an innovator. It's called a loophole, you moron. Yes, when a person bargains away his soul, he gets a decade, technically. But… accidents happen."
"So you're arranging 'accidents' and collecting early?" Lou surmises.
"Oh, please. White gloves. I don't get my hands dirty. That's why it's important to have a capable intern."
Another demon steps out into the room, the same one responsible for the other early and untimely deaths in town, and instantly he flings the hunters across the room with his powers. Sam falls onto a table, rebounding backwards off of it, Lou flies up and over the bar, tumbling to the ground behind it, and Dean hits a wall so hard his grip loosens and the knife clatters away from him on the tiled floor.
Guy begins to complain about the other demon's lack of punctuality and Dean sees and opening. He stands up and starts repeating the rites he knows by heart at this point. "Exorcizamus te, omnis…."
His voice cuts out when Guy grips his neck hard and chokes him out.
"Here!"
Lou shakes her head and gets to her knees, realizing that Becky is sitting on the floor behind the bar next to her. She's holding out Ruby's knife for Lou to take.
"You're better with these things than I am," Becky admits as they can hear the sound of Sam's voice also gasping out by now. "I thought hunting would be fun and awesome… but it's way scary."
Lou bites her tongue at the moment and snatches the knife from her. She'd love to really lay into the delusional woman, let her know how nuts as hell she is, but there's isn't much time when your two allies aren't able to breathe.
Lou peeks around the edge of the bar and sees Guy with his hands on Dean's throat and the other demon telekinetically choking Sam out from feet away. Quick decision. She aims and throws the knife through the air.
Sam watches as he inhales sharply when released. The demon attacking him looks shocked as his body lights up in flashes of orange. He falls to the ground, the knife handle sticking straight out of his back.
Lou then runs to the dead demon and yanks the knife from him. She then charges Guy. The second she reaches him she punches him in the side of the head, taking him completely off guard. He drops his hold on Dean and Lou flips him around, shoving him into the pillar back first in the middle of the room and holding the knife to his neck.
"How many deals you got cooking in this town, Madoff?" Dean booms out, standing next to her and making sure Guy isn't going anywhere.
"Fifteen," Guy grudgingly answers.
"Call them off," Lou demands.
"No."
"Call them off or I'll cut my own loophole in your throat!"
Guy's face drops as he looks over Lou's short height. "Oh, crap."
Dean smirks. "Yeah, you said it. Lou ain't someone you wanna fuck with. You're in a world…."
"Hello, boys."
Dean's body freezes for a second. "Oh, crap."
"What…?" Lou starts to ask but Dean moves too quickly to get the question out. He quickly steals the knife from Lou and flips Guy around, putting the demon in front of him to block him. He then holds the blade to Guy's neck from behind and tells Lou, "Get behind me."
"And girl," finishes Crowley as he gets a quick look at the hunter with Sam and Dean. "My word. Louise Becker as I don't live and don't breathe. You pulled off the great escape. Welcome back, darling."
"Who the fuck are you?" Lou challenges out harshly, not liking the familiarity the man she's never met has with her. She steps out from behind Dean to get a look at the shorter man.
"I said get behind me!" Dean growls out, wanting to protect Lou from the demon she doesn't even know just yet.
"Sam, I hear congratulations are in order," Crowley says to the tall hunter. "Though, bringing the mistress to the reception is a little tacky."
"You're Crowley!" Becky says with a fangirl smile as she stands by Sam's side, no longer hiding.
"And you're…." the head demon looks her over. "Well, I'm sure you have a wonderful personality, dear." He then turns to Sam. "Really?"
"Shut up, Crowley," Sam grumbles.
"Just saying… I would have stuck with just the mistress but the heart wants what the heart wants, doesn't it?"
"This is the guy you guys are scared of?" Lou asks with disbelief, once more walking around Dean to view Crowley better. "Seriously?"
"Judging me, are you?" the demon asks slickly and without true insult. "That's awful rich, darling, but I fear that after your ordeal in Purgatory that you're missing the point."
"What's that?"
Crowley holds his hand out and Lou flies backwards, her boot heels skidding across the floor until she smacks her back into the wall behind her with a massive thud. She exhales hard and tries to get a breath in after the wind is knocked out of her, her body pinned to the wall invisibly.
"Books were not mean to be judged by their covers. I'm much more than you assume I am… fangs and claws or not." Crowley turns away from her and takes a step in the direction of Guy, Dean still holding a knife to his throat.
"Ah!" Dean calls out. "Another step, and I'll Colombian necktie your little friend here."
"Please, don't let him get off that easy."
Guy's face drops. "Sir, I don't think that you…."
"I know exactly what you've been doing. A little birdie named Will…." He nudges his head to the dead demon on the floor. "Sold you out, e-mailed all the juicy deets to my suggestion box."
"I was just…."
"There's only one rule… make a deal, keep it."
"Well, technically, I didn't…."
"There's a reason we don't call our chits in early. Consumer confidence. This isn't Wall Street! This is Hell! We have a little something called integrity! This gets out, who'll deal with us? Nobody! Then where are we?"
"I don't know," Guy shakily answers.
"That's right. You don't. Because you're a stupid, shortsighted little prat. Now, hand the jackass over. I'll cancel every deal he's made."
"Every deal," Lou asks as she's still on the wall, her feet just an inch off the floor.
"Excuse?"
"Every deal, you little bitch," she clarifies. "Not just a few. All of them."
Crowley eyes her with impression for the way she speaks to him before turning to Sam. "She doesn't give up, does she, Moose?"
"Never," Sam says with fond confidence.
"You married the wrong bird."
"What are you gonna do with him?" Sam keeps Crowley on track.
"Make an example of him. Fair trade, right? We all go our separate ways. No harm done."
"What, out of the goodness of your heart?" Sam scoffs.
"Years of demons nipping at your heels, haven't seen one for months. Wonder why?"
"Holy shit," Lou lets out when it all clicks for her. She already knows why demons would voluntarily back away from all things Winchester. There's an actual bigger bad on the block these days. "You're scared."
"What could I, the King of Hell, be scared of?" Crowley wonders, trying to keep up appearances of true confidence.
"Besides the name Winchester, you mean?" Lou says with certainty. "Leviathan."
"And what do you know about Leviathan?" Crowley questions her, taking a few steps in her direction with interest.
"I know damn near everything," she tells him. "I know they'll destroy this planet somehow. And I know they'll commandeer the entire globe, leaving you black eyed dicks shit out of humans to deal with and all form of luck. They're a huge threat on you, I'm sure of that much."
Crowley stands stock still and eyes her over. He thinks quickly before snapping his fingers, releasing her from the wall.
"Is this why you choose to speak to me with such contempt even when all I have to do right now is blink and I can end you."
"If that's what you wanted I'd already be dead. You need me. You need us."
Crowley huffs a laugh of amused delight. "You know, I heard that Lizzy had a hell of a sister. Was told I'd take quite a shining to you."
"And who told you that?" Lou scoffs at him, standing her ground as he comes a little closer to her. She puts her hands on her hip and shifts her weight onto her right foot, showing not an ounce of fear even though inside she's starting to freak out a little with his proximity.
"I have eyes everywhere, darling," he explains. "And I must say, you're just my type. Stunning girl with confidence enough to run your mouth yet with ability to back it up all while looking unassuming enough to stay off the radar. We could do good things together, you and me… if you played for the right team, of course."
Lou looks at him with a surprised face.
"Crowley, back off," Sam all but complains from the other side of the room. The demon stops in his tracks on his way to Lou and turns to face him.
"I thought you were spoken for?"
Sam simply glares at him while Lou chooses to answer. "Sorry, dude. I got a thing for tall men."
"I could be a tall man," Crowley shrugs, further egging Sam on. "I could be anyone you'd like, even Moose over there."
"Can we stay on topic here?" Lou cuts in with annoyance. "Bigger fish. What do you know about the Levis?"
"Too much," Crowley tells her. "You met that Dick yet? Smuggest tub of goo since Mussolini."
"Dick?" Lou questions.
"Roman. I know you've been gone for a spell so you might want to pick up a paper, read the trades."
"I'll do that," Lou caustically promises him.
"Good… because you're a hot commodity right now, Louise."
"Don't call me that," she denies quickly, hating her full name. "And what do you mean?"
"Think about it," Crowley eyes her and walks a few steps closer, Lou no longer worried about the distance as he's made it abundantly clear she's safe from him right now. "Besides that moronic, double-crossing angel, you were the only one walking away from a firsthand Leviathan experience. No one gets out of Purgatory. No one has seen those things since before humans. You, Lou… you are what this damned world needs right now."
Lou just stares at him with wide eyes, not having thought about it like this before. Sam and Dean are right there with her, shocked.
"Plus, I hate the bastards," Crowley continues. "Squash 'em all, please. While you do I'll stay clear."
"Rip up the contracts first," Dean demands from behind them and Crowley turns to look at him.
"Oh, almost forgot about you over there, squirrel," he responds and snaps his fingers. "Done... and done. Your turn." He walks back to Dean and motions with his hands for the hand over.
"No, no, no, no. Let…." Guy tries to stop it from happening but Dean shoves the demon in the back and makes him stumble forward into Crowley.
"Pleasure, gentlemen," Crowley smiles and turns to look directly at Lou. "And an even bigger pleasure, my dear. I really do hope to be seeing you around." He winks at her before disappearing with the swindling demon.
Lou looks at the other two men with audacious shock. "Asshole!"
"Right?" Dean instantly agrees with her, his shoulders dropping finally after the tense moment with the King of Hell he never expected to encounter.
"And did anyone else think it was weird the way he was looking at me?"
"Yeah," Sam assures her as he walks for her, leaving Becky alone. "You ok?"
"I'm fine, Giant," Lou huffs a laugh at him. "This was nothing compared to the shit I've seen in the past few years. Trust me."
"Fine, but…."
"No buts. I'm ok," she smiles up at him.
Becky stands there, watching on from the other side of the room, and her entire heart drops. As Sam leans down to kiss her cheek cautiously, undoubtedly so because of the disaster Becky may have created between them, she knows how badly she messed up. Not only was she tricking someone into falling for her against their will but she also made two people that clearly care for each other hit an unnecessary snag.
Becky knows that if she does in fact care about Sam, and not just as a character from a stupid cult book series, then she should want to see him happy. With the way he's looking at Lou, his eyes bright and face softer and somehow happier, she knows that's where he belongs and she should be happy for him.
"Bobby," Becky hears Dean says and when she looks at him and makes eye contact she can see he's on his cell phone. "Remember that lawyer friend of yours that drew up those quick annulment papers for Sam and L? You mind calling him again?"
The next day they received the overnighted documents from Bobby's friend. Dean dragged them all to Becky's apartment as quickly as he could manage since the sooner they could leave town then the sooner he could meet up with his wife and son. He has a full twenty-four hours he's allowing himself with them and he's definitely not willing to spend any more of that time than absolutely necessary on Becky Rosen.
So now, as Sam signs his name on the annulment papers and slides them over to Becky, Dean checks his watch and taps his foot rapidly.
"It... it wasn't all bad, right?" Becky questions him, receiving a very serious face from Sam and a quite angry one from Lou as she stands behind him. Becky sighs pitifully in response.
"Okay, you, you did save my life, and for that, thanks," Sam's willing to give her.
"Your life wouldn't need saving if she didn't fuck with you in the first place," Lou points out quickly, still beyond upset with how everything went down.
"And there would also be a crossroads demon making deals and calling in hits if she didn't," Sam points out to her over his shoulder.
"Whatever," Lou rolls her eyes and looks to Becky. "Sign. We gotta go."
"So… I'll see you again?" Becky questions hopefully. "I mean, I get that you're taken but… we could be friends?"
Lou goes to open her mouth and speaks some seriously harsh truths but Sam reaches out behind himself and blindly grabs her arm, stopping her. Less abrasively, Sam answers, "Yeah, probably not."
Becky's face falls further and she signs the annulment papers.
The ways she slides them back, her posture defeated and lost, makes Sam feel bad for her even if he shouldn't. "Becky, look. You're not a loser, okay?"
"Debatable…." Lou says under her breath.
"You're not," Sam repeats over her. "You're a good person. And, and you've got... a lot of... energy. So, you know, just do your thing, whatever that is, and the right guy will find you."
She smiles sadly at him, her mood not changing.
"Well, this has been awful. It's terrible to see you again, Becky," Dean cuts in with his impatient smile, gathering the signed pages and straightening them before sliding them into the large envelope to be sent off. "Time for us to head."
The three hunters get up and get ready to leave.
"Wait, um… Lou?" Becky says as she gets up quickly from her seat and walks towards them. "Can I just… you won't kill me if I ask you to stay for just a second, right?"
Lou's bugged out eyes look at her with shock. She has to be asking for death at this point right?
"Maybe that's not such a good idea," Sam suggests, reaching a hand out to pull Lou with him before she murders a human being.
"I promise I won't be weird, ok?" Becky defends herself. "I just want to tell her a few things. That's all. Girl talk."
Seeing red, Lou glares at her. "I'm not about to share gossip about my boyfriend with the girl that tried to fucking steal him."
"That's not what I want…." Becky sighs and pulls a paper out of her back jeans pocket. "Look, I had a feeling you wouldn't want to speak to me so here. Just read this. I'm not trying to make you mad. I'm well aware there's about a million ways you could kill me with your bare hands."
"You're smarter than I thought, then," Lou nods at her while taking the folded up paper and heads for the door, ready to get the hell out of the former new home of the man.
Once outside Dean jumps into his Impala and speeds off, leaving Sam and Lou in the dust to get to his family faster. Sam just laughs as he hears the tires squealing.
"He used to get that excited about roadside pie stands and…."
"One night stands?" Lou asks, laughing a little already as she gets into the Mustang.
"Exactly," he responds lightly, getting into the passenger seat of the car. "Sometimes I have to wonder who the hell my brother is these days. It's still weird now and then."
Lou huffs another quiet laugh as they settle in and Lou puts the key in the ignition.
"Wait a minute," Sam stops her.
"What?"
"Aren't you even a little curious?"
Lou looks at him like he's nuts. "That bitch is crazy on fucking toast. What does it matter what she wants me to know?"
Sam just gives her the puppy dog eyes.
"Fuck you!"
"What!?" he asks with innocence.
"Don't look at me like that!" she gets mad but Sam can see the smile lurking right behind the frown.
"Like what?" he pretends he doesn't know what she's mad at while keeping that same face in place, now exaggerated.
Lou rolls her eyes and pulls the paper from her jacket pocket where she shoved it before leaving the apartment. "Why the hell would you want me to read this?"
"Because I have faith in Becky's obsession with me," Sam says quickly.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning… she wants me happy," he tells her. "And I think she got the message after this one. Just read it."
Deep breath of frustration in, Lou unfolds the white lined paper. The overly girly handwriting, in red ink none the less, irks her already but she reads anyways.
Lou,
Thank you for not pummeling me. Well, maybe you did after I wrote this as I wrote it last night. You probably did. And I would deserve it. Honestly, I would. And now I'm just rambling in written form….
I'm sorry. Your life has been hard. I read the books cover to cover several times over and I know what you've been through. Well, not firsthand, but you get what I mean. I have no excuse for messing up your life like I did.
But you don't know what it's like to be me. I've never been the pretty girl. I've never been strong or confident. I've never turned a single head in my life, not like you. Even Crowley was impressed by you and I have to imagine that would take a lot. Truthfully, I've always looked up to you in the books. You're the strongest of them all and it's inspiring.
Just one time in my life I wanted to get the guy. I wanted the handsome, smart, impressive hero to think I was something special, even if I'm not. Sam is everything I ever wanted in a significant other and when I found a way to get that I didn't think it through. I didn't think about the collateral damage at all. I was selfish.
I never meant to ruin what you have with Sam. I just got greedy and selfish. I just wanted to be the cool girl for once, the one that got what she wanted. But that's not me. That's not what my life is meant to be like.
Sam never betrayed you and I want you to know that. He seemed very concerned about that. We never got past a few kisses here and there. He's a faithful man and you need to trust him. He deserves a wonderful woman in his life and I hope that's you. Don't be mad at him. This was completely my fault. Please forgive him and move on. Make him happy.
I'm sorry for interfering in your life. I hope this takes me off of your hit list as that has to be one very scary list to be on.
Becky Rosen
"Fuck," Lou complains as she folds the note back up and shoves it back into her pocket with rolling eyes.
"Told you," Sam says with pride and a smile.
"I hate people that say I told you so," Lou comments, turning the key and firing up the engine of her car.
"But I did tell you. And I didn't cheat. I would never."
"Yeah, I'm starting to get that," she says in a very begrudging way. "And, you know… about me kinda flying off the handle there when I found you guys in her apartment…."
"It's forgotten," Sam says to her easily, smiling slightly. "It's just nice to know you're so damn possessive." His voice goes to a joking, sappy tone. "You really do care."
"Shut the fuck up," she points at him, her expression hard and mad.
To this, Sam simply laughs. "So does this mean you forgive me?"
Lou purses her lips and thinks for a couple seconds. "This didn't help with my trust issues, I'll admit that. But we're still good. I know you didn't have anything to do with this mess. It wasn't your fault."
"So… you're not mad?" Sam asks with shock.
"Not at you, no," she assures while pulling out onto the street.
Sam nods, impressed with her restraint he wasn't prepared for. "You've grown up."
"We're the same age!" Lou complains.
"Yeah… but I've always been far more mature."
"I'm gonna punch you, I swear."
"You already did," Sam reminds, absently rubbing his still slightly bruised face.
"Then I'll make the other side match," she returns with sharply.
"You're just making my point for me, you know that," Sam laughs quietly.
"Then I'm gonna kick your ass completely since it doesn't matter," she fires out, still chapped by the whole past few days as she drives off after Dean.
"No… you won't." He grins at her with something purely lame that only Sam can pull off and it just keeps pushing her.
As Lou grits her teeth with anger over how well he reads her, Sam sits with his grin knowing she's not leaving him after this serious snag.
"You have no idea just how lucky you are that I fucking love you," Lou says without an ounce of said love in her tone, her knuckles white a she grips the wheel hard.
Sam laughs lightly and pries one of her hands off the wheel, weaving his fingers into hers and resting them on the space between the seats. "I might."