"Rebecca, please!" Sam yelled, jogging after Becca, but she didn't stop. "I'm sorry." He said, finally catching up to her; he felt he had a lot to apologize to her for. "Dean's a really private person, and I'm sorry you're stuck with these visions."
Sam hated the visions himself and would never wish that one anyone. He didn't know what else to say after that, so he began to walk alongside Becca.
"Thanks, but I brought his yelling at me on myself. I knew it would set him off, but I was so upset I couldn't help myself. And I'm sorry you're stuck with these visions, too, I just wish Dean would let me go with you guys; I know I can take care of myself and help you out. Do you think that you could talk to him for me?" Becca asked, looking up at him hopefully.
Sam looked back down at her, smiling. "Okay, sure, I'll talk to him." He said, walking along with her for a little while. "So what have you been doing since you ran away?"
"Well, I've been moving around a lot so my dad can't track me down, and I have done a little work dealing with supernatural things; nothing big like werewolves, but ghosts and things. I have visions of them hurting people and stop them before they can…..that's about it. How exciting, I know." She looked up at him, giving him a big grin. "So, what have you been up to besides hunting, Sammy?"
"Well, you've seen most of my life – hunting. But for a stage I was at college until Dean brought my past back." Sam told her, resting an arm on Becca and hoping it wouldn't send them both into mind bending pains. Thankfully, it didn't……but a moment later he had a flash of Anna running scared for her life.
"Anna!" Sam called out, turning to look at Becca. He grabbed her arm and started to jog back to the motel. They were halfway there when Sam stopped. Dean couldn't do anything about it; Anna was all the way back in Kansas. He looked at Becca again, who was looking up at him.
"Don't say anything to Dean, okay?" He told her and she nodded.
"So, when are you gonna tell him?" She asked him and Sam shook his head.
"Dean's been there a lot for me and there are just some things he doesn't need to know." Sam responded. He knew he should tell Dean, but Dean had always tried to protect him from things that could hurt him, so he figured it was about time he did the same for his older brother.
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Chase remained in her seat; Dean still on the bed with his head in his hands. She'd shared in his opinion of Becca needing to stay behind; they didn't really need any liabilities tagging along…….but one part of her understood Becca's point of view. It's pretty much what she had done all those years ago. Just picked up her bags and hit the road; foolishly, in hindsight, but oh well.
Sam and Becca came back in and that's when Chase stood up, grabbing her jacket.
"I'm gonna go get those silver bullets now." She announced. "Anyone care to come?"
Becca turned to Sam. "I'm gonna go with Chase, if that's okay with her. Are you going to be okay?"
She touched his arm and he looked at her. "Yeah, go."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. Go get to know Chase."
"Okay, we'll be back in a bit and try not to stress out too much. It seems like that's when your head starts hurting, which makes my head hurt and I already have a headache. Let's go, Chase!" Becca turned around and grabbed Chase's arm, surprising her by pulling her outside the door.