Chapter 8
Disclaimer: I don't own Sam or Dean. I own Becca
Boy was it our kind of job. Turns out Cassie's mom knew the whole truth. This dude Cyrus Dorian whose ghost was attacking everybody? Her ex boyfriend. Only he found out she was also into Cassie's Dad. So Dorian decides the best way to deal with it is to attack the black people in the town not to mention burning A CHURCH WITH LITTLE GIRLS IN IT. Dean always did say people were far weirder than monsters. Anyway this whack job attacked Cassie's Dad and he fought back and killed him. Clayton Solmes, Jimmy Anderson and Mayor Todd helped him. Now, they were all dead.
We excused ourselves and went out to talk by the car. "My life was so simple. Just school. Exams. Papers on polycentric cultural norms." Sam sighed.
"So, I guess I saved you from a boring existence." Dean joked.
"Don't sell yourself short short Dean, you're plenty boring."
"Yeah, occasionally, I miss boring." Sam said.
"Alright, so, this killer truck—"
Sam laughed interrupting Dean. "I miss conversations that didn't start with "this killer truck."
"Alright, well, this Cyrus guy. Evil on a level that infected even his truck. And when he died, the swamp became his tomb. And the spirit was dormant for forty years."
"So, what woke it up?" Sam asked
"Yeah." I said. "I mean this was 40 years ago."
"The construction on his house. Or, the destruction." Dean expalianed.
"Right. Demolition or remodeling can awaken spirits, make 'em restless. Like that theater in Illinois."
"And the guy who tears down the family homestead, Harold Todd, is the same guy that kept Cyrus' murder quiet and unsolved." I added.
"You know we're gonna have to dredge that body up from the swamp, right?" Sam said.
"And by 'WE' you mean 'YOU'" I said. They both gave me looks. "What?"
"What happened to 'I should be able to do every job'." Dean said in his annoying mocking me voice.
"Yeah and 'Winchesters stick together.'" Sam said in an equally annoying voice.
"Well number one, right now this job really is to protect Cassie and her mom. SO staying here is the job. And too, Winchesters DO stick together. I just don't wanna be stuck together with swamp goo. And three… swamps are gross and icky and I really don't to wanna go."
"Okay, okay." Dean sighed. Cassie came outside. "Hey."
"Hey. She's asleep. Now what?" Cassie said.
"Well, you stay put, and look after her. And we'll be back. Don't leave the house."
"Don't go getting all authoritative on me. I hate it." Cassie said. I always did like her.
"Don't leave the house, please?" Dean said to Cassie. He turned to me. "You don't leave the house." Cassie smiled and they began to kiss. SAM cleared his throat but Dean just held up his index finger. "You comin' or what?" Dean said to Sam.
"Be careful." Sam said to me.
"Always."
"So we got cheese, pepperoni, and veggie." Cassie said walking in from a hallway with the oven pizza boxes.
"Great."
"You gunna pick one?" Cassie asked.
"Oh. I thought we were gunna make'm all."
"I've said it before and I'll say it again. Your Dean's sister alright." I smiled. I always liked it when people said I was like my big brothers. I guess that was the little kid in me.
Then I thought about it. "Actually, the appetite, that's not a Dean thing."
"Um I once saw the guy eat seven hotdogs." She said.
"Yeah, well he can eat. But its more a Winchester thing. Even after being a college kid, Sam can still keep up with us on the take out department. Dad's that way too. One time we'd just finished a job and I'd just got my first credit card, granted I was nine at the time. Dad was in such a good mood. We went to this all you can eat place. Damn near shut the place down."
"Dean never really talked about your Dad." She said. "I'd ask but he'd change the subject. What's he like?"
"What's he like? Um, John Winchester is… wow I don't think I've ever been asked that. He was a marine. And um… I dunno, he's my daddy ya know. So, yeah I remember training and always moving and him being focused and strict. But he's the same guy who gave me piggyback rides and called me his little princess and was …my Daddy." I don't know when it started but I felt that gooey gross feeling I get when I'm about to cry. As I've learned to do, I pushed it down. I had to be as strong as my brothers. As strong as Dad would want me to be. I smiled, but I could tell Cassie was concerned. "I guess this is why Dean didn't talk about Dad."
Cassie phone rang and I was so thankful for the interruption. "Hello?" She said. "Yeah she's here." She handed me the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's Sam. Okay, I need some information, and it has to be exactly right."
Sam had us look up the exact location of the church that'd burned down. Church ground is hallowed ground so I knew they needed something like that. Great gooey gross stomach feeling now has butterflies along with it. "Sammy what's up?"
"Can't talk right now Bex, got Dean on the other line." Sam said. And then he was gone. The next five minutes were stressful. No stressful was not the word. I hate not knowing whats going on with my family. My thoughts just kept jumping from Sam to Dean then to Dad. I HATE not knowing.
I practically jumped on the phone when it rang again. "Sammy?"
"No its me Becca." Dean said. "Is he there? Cuz I'm gunna kick his scrawny ass."
"Uh no" I said. "He's not here. What's going on Dean? What's the problem?"
"Oh no problem. I mean you're gunna be short one brother, but other than that, NO PROBLEM AT ALL!"
"Dean Sammy called here and I think he might be in trouble."
"Oh he's in trouble alright."
Sam walked in. "Oh thank God." I ran over and hugged him.
"Is that Dean?" Sam whispered. I nodded. "Don't tell'em I'm here."
"Becca is that Sam?" The phone asked.
"Um…no. It's the pizza guy." I lied.
"Tell'em I'm gunna kill him."
"Dean's gunna kill you." I relayed.
"Yeah well what else is new." Sam sighed.
We spent the night at Cassie's house. Dean claimed he didn't sleep in the living room with me and Sam. Cassie's mom made us breakfast and then we hit the road… at least that was the plan. Only me and Sam ended up waiting for half an hour before Dean and Cassie strolled out.
"Crack the window." I said.
"Huh?" Sam asked.
"There coming, I wanna hear, crack the window." I whispered.
Sam subtly cracked a window on the drivers side so they didn't see it.
"My mother says to tell you thanks again." Dean nodded "This is a better goodbye than last time."
"Yeah, well, maybe this time it'll be a little less permanent."
"You know what? I'm a realist. I don't see much hope for us, Dean." Cassie explained.
"Well, I've seen stranger things happen. A hell of a lot stranger."
"Goodbye, Dean." She said.
"I'll see ya, Cassie. I will." They kissed.
"The lungs on those two, huh?"
"Becca!" Sam whispered, stifling his laughter.
"I'm serious. They should call the book of world records. We could make a couple bucks off their skill." I said as we both waved bye to Cassie.
"I like her." Sam said.
"I liked her first." I joked.
"Yeah." Dean sighed.
"You meet someone like her, ever make you wonder if it's worth it? Putting everything else on hold, doing what we do?"
Dean just smiled, took out a pair of sunglasses out of the glove compartment and put them on. "Wake me up when it's my turn to drive."
We stopped at a roadside diner. It was nice seeing Cassie. It made me forget for a while about what happened at Missouri's house. I hadn't told either of my brothers and it was killing me. I sighed and looked over at Dean. He wasn't as bad as he was the first time he parted with Cassie, but I could still tell he was upset.
"Well you two are real uppers." Sam said after Dean sighed.
"I'm fine." I said.
"Yeah, me too."
"Uh-huh. Is that why both of you still have more than half of your dinner still sittin' on the plate?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Dean said as he got up. "I'm going to take a leak and then I'm going to the car. Get the check and meet me." Sam nodded.
"So I know why Deans all moody, but what's going on in Becca land?"
"I said I was fine."
"Don't do that." He said.
"Do what?"
"Bottle up all of your emotions like that kiddo. Most psychologists say-"
"I thought you were gunna be a lawyer?" I asked him.
"Becca."
"Fine… I just… While I was out, at um at Missouri's something happened." He looked at me with questioning eyes. "I um… I'd accidentally done an alternate universe spell or something. We were all there. You, me, Dean, Dad and…"
"And?"
"And your mom." I looked for the emotion in Sam's eye, but I couldn't quite read him, but something was there.
"So uh… what happened?"
"Well, nothing really. We weren't hunting. We lived on a farm in Lawrence. I had- I had a horse… you were still going to Stanford and Dean went to college too. It was great. Um… then I uh… I had a baby Sammy."
"You're still a kid." Sam said.
"I was married and older. You and Dean and Dad we were all older. You looked good Sammy." I smiled still trying to read those eyes.
"What about Mom, she wasn't there?" I was hoping he wouldn't ask me that.
"No she uh…" I stopped. What was I supposed to do? "Um… she'd gotten sick and…"
"I guess some things never change." Sam interrupted me sadly. He cleared his throat. "So you didn't tell me or Dean."
"I'm telling you now." The waitress brought over the bill.
"Why didn't you tell us Becca?"
"No… I didn't want to… I knew a lot of things would happen that I didn't want to happen… Don't tell Dean."
"You should have let us check you."
"Don't tell Dean."
"And, God, reading from a spell book."
"Don't. Tell. Dean."
"I'm not making any promises."
I sighed "We gotta go. He's waiting in the car."
"This discussion isn't over." Sam said leaving the tip on the table.
"You're one 'young lady' away from sounding just like Dad."
"Ha ha. You're frickin' hilarious." Sam said sarcastically.
"Gotta tip from Pastor Jim." Dean said when we got back in the car.
"What do we got?" I asked
"Pretty close. Simple exorcism."
"My specialty." I said. "I love getting to use out my Latin amulet Dad gave me when I was ten."
"Most little girls want tea sets and Barbie's." Sam said.
"Oh really?" I said "Well most little boys wanted Tonka trucks and army men, not physics books."
"So what have we learned today boys and girls?" Dean asked in his best first grade teacher impression. "That's right, Deans the only sane one among us."
We got to the house in the afternoon. A man locked his wife in there bedroom after she tried to attack him and their two children. He would have called the cops until he saw the green in her eye. He called his pastor who contacted Pastor Jim who called us. It was a pretty easy job. The worst part was seeing the fear in the two kids. We finished by eleven and got a motel room one town over.
After two minutes of watching Sam and Dean fight over the remote, I managed to sneak it away from both of them. It took a second, but once they figured it out I just flashed them both the puppy dog eyes of innocence.
"Oh! Go back." Sam said. "It's the documentary on the crime control in the 70's"
I looked over at Dean. "NEXT!" we said as I continued flipping.
"When are we ever gunna watch what I wanna watch?" Sam asked.
"When you don't wanna watch Dork-O-Vision." Dean said. "All geek all the time."
"Well what do you wanna watch?"
"Uh… Okay this is good." He said.
"I am NOT watching the monster truck rally Dean." I said.
"Why the hell not?"
"Well for starters, the actual monster truck we just had to deal with. Besides, monster trucks Dean. You're bordering on Dork-O-Vision Sammy territory yourself."
"Hey!" They both said.
"Can you both deal with this?" I asked, pointing to the screen. "Chiefs vs. the 49's?"
"Football?" Dean asked.
"Football?" Sam echoed.
"Football." I said. "Something we can agree on."
"Are you kidding, who doesn't love the Chiefs?"
"Um me." Sam said. "49's fan."
"Oh God." I sighed. I put on my coat and walked over to Dean. "Keys please."
"Where are you going?" He asked.
"I'm going to get dinner before you two ladies start up again and my head explodes." Just for the way they were behaving, I was found a middle eastern take out place that I knew they'd both less than like and I would love.
I was having a great dream about me and one of my favorite hot young actor, when Sam woke me up. "Becca. Dean. Dean!" Dean groaned. Sam started packing up our stuff.
"What are you doing, man? It's the middle of the night." Dean said.
"We have to go."
"What's happening?" I asked Dean.
"We have to go." Sam repeated. " Right now."
"McCreedy. Detective McCreedy, badge number 15A." Sam said into the phone. I hadn't seen him this way in a long time. He was scared. "And I've got a signal 480 in progress. I need the registered owner of a two-door Sedan, Michigan license plate, Mary, Frank, 6037.Yeah, okay, just hurry."
"Sammy, relax. I'm sure it's just a nightmare." I'd heard him say that so many times. Sam used to get nightmares so often when we were little. I wanted to help too. Say something. But, to be honest, I kind of believed him. I mean he got that nightmare about Lawrence and he just looked… so sure.
"Yeah, tell me about it." Sam sighed.
"No, I mean it. You know, a normal, everyday, naked-in-class nightmare. This license plate, it won't check out, you'll see. "
"It felt different, Dean. Real. Like when I dreamt about our old house and Jessica."
"Well, yeah, that makes sense. You're dreamin' about our house, your girlfriend. This guy in your dream, you ever seen him before?"
"No."
"No, exactly. Why would you have premonitions about some random dude in Michigan?"
"I don't know."
"Me neither." As Sam started talking on the phone again, Dean glanced at me. "You alright back there." I nodded.
Sam wrote down some information and he hung up. "It checks out." He said bewildered. "How far are we?"
"From Saginaw?" Dean asked. "Couple hours."
"Drive faster."
