Sam sat down on the bed near Dean, who didn't look up until he his phone started ringing and he picked it up to answer.
"Anna?" He said into the phone and Sam glanced at him as he stood up. "Hey….are you okay?"
Dean stepped outside with the phone call and Sam laid back on the bed. Instantly he had a vision, one of the worst he had in awhile.
Dean was walking into the room, angry, followed by Becca, Chase, and Anna, but the door slammed just as Dean entered. The demon appeared, and as Dean was thrown unto the ceiling, the place went up in flames.
"DEAN!" Sam called out, gasping for breath. "No!" He sat up straight, looking around the room. Dean was still outside on the phone, and Sam was the only one in the room.
After a moment, however, Dean re-entered, wearing a funny expression on his face.
"Dean!" Sam said to him, "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have kept things from you, I should have told you everything!"
Dean didn't say a word, though, because no sooner was he in the room and the door closed then someone was pounding on it. Sam opened it, and Becca rushed in, her expression wild.
"I saw it. The vision of Dean and you and I just had to get back here to check on you even though I knew you knew. Are you okay? What about Dean? I know you all think I'm a kid, but I'm gonna do everything I can to make sure that visions don't happen. I mean, they don't always come true, right? I've stopped some of mine before, so I'm sure we could do the same now, right? Are you okay?"
She sank down on one of the beds as she rambled on, her breathing heavy.
"Bec, stop," Sam walked over to her, sitting down on the bed next to her and sliding an arm around her shoulders. "We just have to be careful, okay? Dean's fine; no one is going to die." He said, trying to comfort her, but also trying to convince himself.
"I'm just so scared for you guys." Becca laid her head on Sam's shoulder. "I know it sounds crazy, but I feel like I've known you guys forever and I don't want to lose you or Dean. You're the closest thing I've had to a family since I was ten and I'm so scared something will happen to you guys."
Sam pulled Becca into a hug. "It's understandable, seeing as how you've been having visions of my life for awhile. I can't imagine some of the stuff you would have seen. Don't worry, okay? I'm not going anywhere and neither is Dean."
"Sam?" Dean piped up, looking at his brother expectantly.
Sam looked over at him. "Dean…" He began, and then realized Becca was sitting right there. He didn't really want her to hear this, so he grabbed Dean's arm and pulled him outside.
"Dean, I'm scared. My visions….they are getting more and more real. Like, I can feel them." He looked at Dean, worried. "They are all over the place but recently they're clearer." He paused, his skin feeling clammy and knowing he probably looked pale. "You, Becca, Chase, and Anna walk into the motel room. You walk in first and the door slams shut…..the girls are outside and the demon is there and as you're thrown up unto the ceiling the place goes up in flames, and…..and you…." Sam couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence.
"Sam," Dean took Sam's shoulders. "Nothing is going to happen, okay? I'm here now and we will fight this thing together. Sam, I promise, nothing bad is going to happen to you or me or anyone."
"But almost every vision I have had has come true, that's why I'm scared so much, Dean. We could both die before being able to kill that bitch that killed our mom." Sam said, feeling shocked by it all. "And, Dean, I'm sorry. I tried to tell you before, but I was trying to protect you…..I didn't want you to get all worried because I knew you would and…." Sam trailed off, not even knowing what else to say. He couldn't get over seeing his brother die.
"I promise you I will do anything it takes to keep these visions from coming true. We are NOT going to die, Sam." Dean paused, obviously trying to remain calm. "I understand that you're trying to protect me, but that's not how it works. I'm the older brother, remember? You don't have to worry about me! I just need you to be honest."
Sam looked straight at his brother, who was still holding unto his shoulders. "You can't be expected to hold it all, Dean. I don't want you to have to protect me all the time. I want to be able to do something for once, Dean."
Sam looked down, hating that he was the one who seemed to always need support. He looked back up at Dean. "Anyone would think you wanted to hug me." He said jokingly, referring to Dean holding his shoulders. "Come on, no chick flick moments…" He said, turning back to the motel. They had a werewolf to hunt.
"Bitch." Dean muttered behind him, before following him back into the motel.
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Becca sat on one of the beds while the others were gone. Chase hadn't followed her back, and she figured that was because she had continued on to get the silver bullets.
Sam and Dean re-entered the motel room then and Dean glanced at her.
"You okay?" He asked
"Yeah, I'm fine," She responded, even though she was still a little pissed about their argument earlier. She didn't want to make a big deal out of it, though; they had more important things to worry about.
Sam ran over to one of the beds and flopped down on it, picking up a book about werewolves Chase had brought with her. "Chick flick moment!" He called to Dean, who was still standing by Becca.
Dean just shook his head. "Dumbass."
"Awww, you love me." Sam said. He tossed the book to Dean. "Read chapter seventeen. There is some interesting stuff about werewolves in there."
Dean caught the book and started flipping through. "Yes, sir." He mocked a salute to Sam before finding the page and beginning to read it.
"Seriously, Sammy, I don't know how you do it." He said after a moment. "Researching all the time…..you know, we are allowed to have fun once in awhile."
Sam cocked an eyebrow at him. "Dean, I think there's a hooker on the corner of the street, why don't you go have some "fun"?"
Dean looked out the window at the supposed hooker as if interested before he seemed to realize Becca was in the room. "What? I would never!" He said quickly.
Becca sat on the bed, laughing. Sam was smiling and laughing, and she was glad to see him happy. She'd never seen him laugh before and it made her smile to see it.
She picked up one of the werewolf books Chase had left and began flipping through it as well, figuring that if she was going to be hunting with them now….. Becca quickly tossed the book aside, realizing Sam probably hadn't spoken to Dean about her coming just yet.
Unfortunately, Dean saw her with the book.
"I guess you convinced my brother to let you come with us, then?" He asked, his attention focused on the page he was reading, his tone cold and calm. "Or is there another reason you're reading a book on werewolves?"
"Because I'm a nerd who loves to read." Becca replied, though she wasn't sure why she tried. She knew by now she couldn't lie to Dean.
Luckily, Sam spoke up soon after. "We need to know what we're up against, Dean." He said. "And I have a feeling it's going to happen soon."
He glanced out the window. "Although luckily it won't be tonight. The full moon isn't till tomorrow night, so we're safe, because if Andrew is the werewolf he won't be dangerous until then, so yeah. I think we can get some sleep."
Sam stood up and walked over to the windows, shutting the curtains and laying salt on the ledge.
"Okay, sleeping arrangements." He said, turning back to Becca and Dean. There were three beds, and four people. "Chase will probably want her own bed, so she can have this one." Sam picked up Chase's bag and placed it on the bed closest to the bathroom. He looked at Becca. "You can either share with Dean or me, or Dean and I can share."
"Well, I'm not sharing with you." Dean said, shoving passed Sam as he went to his bag, sitting near Chase's bed. "I'll sleep on the floor." He opened his bag and started to laugh. "Obviously no one respects their elders."
"Dean, take the bed." Sam said, shoving Dean on to the last open bed before turning to Becca. "You don't mind sharing, right?" He took off his jacket and shirt and slid into the biggest bed.
"Oh, I see…" Dean said, glancing at Becca before winking at Sam.
Chase came in then, but she didn't say a word to any of them as she put the bullets away in her bag and went into the bathroom. Dean took his shirt off as well and then climbed into the bed closest to the door.
Becca, for her part, climbed into bed with Sam, just a little nervous. It wasn't like they liked each other or were going to do anything…… She stared up at the ceiling, but stopped as memories of her vision of Dean popped into her head. Shuddering, she turned on her side and closed her eyes, hoping she wouldn't have any nightmares tonight.