Chapter Seven

You watched expressionlessly as Curtis' body slowly turned to ash. You felt Dean's hand on your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you. You shrugged it off and walked away. Becky saw and started to go after you but was stopped by Dean. "Just let her go. She'll be back." She glared at Dean but stayed back as you faded into the distance. You weren't sure where you were going, but you kept walking; not bothering to look back. "It's just not fair." You said as you felt one last tear roll down your cheek. You had arrived back at the motel and when you got inside you went through Dean's stuff and took out the bag of M&M's that he had, sat on your bed and turned on the TV; waiting for the rest of the group to come back. It was about an hour and a half later when you heard the impala pull into the parking lot. Sam was the 1st to walk through the door, closely followed by your sister, and then you heard the car drive away again. "Where's Dean going?" You asked while shoving another handful of M&M's into your mouth. "He had to pick up a few things. He'll be back in a bit." Sam said quietly as he sat next you on the bed, while Becky grabbed her clothes and took a shower. You noticed that Sam was looking at you with concern. "Sammy, I'm fine. Really." You said. "I'm not so sure; I mean you're watching static on the TV." He replied smugly. "Well, I…." You tried to make up an excuse but to no avail. Sam was right. You weren't alright, but you couldn't let them know. You, Sam and Becky had finished the rest of the M&M's by the time Dean finally came back with another huge bag of them, along with a case of beer. He tossed a bottle to you, Sam, Becky and kept one for himself. "I can't drink yet Dean." She said as she tossed it back to him. Dean looked at her, and then looked at you. "You'll be 21 in a few months. Just don't get to crazy." You said as you opened your own and took a sip. "Are you sure?" She asked as she cautiously took the bottle back from Dean. "You don't have to. But like I said, you'll be 21 soon." You replied as you took another long drink. Dean sat next to you on the bed while Sam and Becky sat together on the floor, talking quietly. "You okay Chase?" Dean whispered. "Of course I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be?" You asked with a scowl. "It's just…." He began. "What? Oh! You mean the fact that I had Curtis' dead body fall into my lap?" You snapped as you finished your beer. You were about to grab another one when Sam grabbed the case from your hands. "I think fours enough." He said. You just stuck your tongue out at him and tried to get up but barely had the chance to fully stand before losing your balance. You would have fallen but Sam caught you and led you back to the bed. "I think you might want to stay there." He said with a light chuckle. After about 10 minutes of silence…. "Hey guys, Becky and I are going to get something to eat. Want us to bring something back?" Sam asked as he stood up. "Yeah, thanks." Dean replied. With that Becky and Sam headed out the door.

"So, Sammy…how's life?" Becky asked nervously. "Uhm….it's good..?" He replied. "That's good." Becky added. "Yeah. But are we just going to make awkward small talk the entire time?" Sam asked. "I hope not." She replied with a laugh. "Sam. Can I ask you something?" Becky asked after a few minutes. "What's on your mind?" He answered. "Well, I have this friend right…and she might like someone. She's just unsure about whether this guy feels the same or not. What should I do?" She asked while she nervously played with her hair. "I thought you said it was your friend." He asked with a smile. "Oh. Yeah, that's what I meant. What should my friend do?" She said as she began to blush. "Well, in my opinion. Your 'friend' should tell this guy how she feels; you never know if he feels the same or not unless you ask." Sam said as he also began to blush. Once they got to the restaurant they ordered they're food to go and started to head back towards the motel. "Sam. You know I was talking about you right?" Becky asked after she couldn't take the silence any longer. "Yeah, the whole 'I have this friend' bit gave it away. Don't worry though; I think I may feel the same." He said with a smile. "Really?" Becky asked, excitedly. Sam gave her another warm smile. "Do you want to just sit at the park for a bit?" Becky asked. "Sure, it's a nice night." Sam replied as they sat on the bench. At first they just sat quietly, then Becky slowly leaned in and as Sam turned his head, she placed a kiss gently on his lips. "I…uhm…..I'm sorry. But, I don't think I could do that to Jess." Sam said as he got up and began walking towards the motel. Leaving Becky there, confused and embarrassed. Sam walked into the room, put the food on the table and went to the bathroom and locked the door, just as Becky came in with the rest of the food. Tears were slowly building in her eyes as both Dean and Chase stared at her, with puzzled looks on their faces. "Uhm. Dean can I talk to you?" She asked as she wiped her eyes. "Yeah, sure…is everything okay?" He asked with a raised eyebrow as he followed her outside. "Are you okay, Becky?" Dean asked again, sounding worried. "I don't know. I told Sam that I liked him, and he said that he might feel the same. So then we went to the park and we were sitting there, and I kissed him. Then he just gives me this look and says he can't do that to Jess. I mean I understand the Jessica thing…but he told me he liked me too. If he hadn't said that, I wouldn't have kissed him. Ya know? I don't think he'll listen to Chase, and I can't talk to him. So I thought you could maybe talk to him because you're his older brother…it might mean more coming from you." She said as more tears slowly fell down her cheeks. Dean gently placed a hand on Becky's shoulder and gave her a warm smile. "I'll try talking to him for you. But to be honest I've been trying to get through to him for awhile now…nothing seems to work." "Thanks Dean." She said as she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and went back inside, followed by Dean. "Chase, why don't you and Becky take a walk." He said quietly. "Sure." Chase said as she grabbed her jacket, and her and Becky once again left the motel room.
"Sammy, open up." Dean said as he pounded on the bathroom door. "Whadya want Dean?" Sam scowled back. "Open up and get your ass out here, we need to talk." He said, now raising his voice. Finally Sam unlocked the door and came out only to have Dean hit him on the back of the head. "What the hell was that for?" He whined. "That's for being an idiot." Dean replied. "Why am I an idiot?" Sam complained. "Do you want me to hit you again, Sammy?" Sam shook his head. "You know damn well why you're an idiot. You messed up with Becky!" "Becky told me she liked me and I told her I might feel the same, and then she kissed me." He said as he walked over to the bed and threw himself onto it. "Then you brought up Jess." Dean said calmly, so as not to upset his brother further; he knows how Sam feels about the Jessica thing. "Yeah, what's your point?" "Sammy, listen to me…what would Jess say?" "I don't know." Sam lied. "Yes you do, she'd want you to be happy. I know how you feel about Becky, and I know she makes you happy. I can see it in the way you look at her. Hell I can even see it in the way she looks at you. You said it yourself man, she's gone and no matter what you do, nothing can ever bring her back." Dean said slowly, afraid that this might cause Sam to lash out. "I know. But I can't help feeling guilty. I loved her." He said as his eyes began to water. "Sammy, you and Becky are good together. We all know it. Why can't you get that through your head too?" Dean said as he lied down on the other bed." "I know we're good together, and I really do like her, but I just can't seem to move on from Jess." Sam said as he wiped a tear that was beginning to form in his eye. "She'd want you to be happy; she wouldn't want you to live like this." Dean said. "I know man. Alright I get it." Sam said as he gave his brother a slight smile. "Hey Dean?" "What is it Sammy?" "Th……" He started but was cut off by Dean. "Dude, no chick-flick moments." Dean then called you, telling you that he and you were going out for a bit while your sister and Sam talked. "So, what happened between my sister and Sammy?" You asked; feeling confused because of the fact that your sister went to Dean as apposed to you about Sam. "She kissed him and he brought up Jess." Dean said, not feeling like getting into the whole story again. "Oh, and what happened when you talked to Sam?" "He said he'd try to work it out with Becky, because Jess wouldn't want him to pass up being happy. So, you want to go get another drink or something. I mean you're quite cute when you can barely walk." He said with a smirk. "Shut up." You yelled as you playfully punched him on the arm. "How about we just drive around for awhile then. It'll give Sammy and your sister time to work things out." He suggested. "Sounds good." You said as you got into the impala. "But you are cute when you're drunk." He said more seriously this time causing you to blush.