A/N: You guys who read are so great for taking a chance on a sister story and you guys who review are amazing. Thank you SO much. With that said, this is a pretty long chapter. I think its very fitting that this is my 50th chapter, because I think it's going to be my last one for a little while so I hope you like it.
We got to Jefferson City, Missouri and decided a plan just might be in order if we wanted to get Dad back. We parked the Impala by the river and Sam was looking through the book, while Dean was loading and checking our weapons.
"You've both been quiet." Sam said.
Dean shrugged. "Just gettin' ready."
"What about you kiddo? Something's got your tongue too."
"I just need some coffee."
"Coffee?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. Dark, hot, fairly caffeinated beverage. Staple of the Winchester family diet. Ringing any bells?...Sam look, as soon as I get a cup of joe in me I'll be fine." Sammy didn't look convinced and I guess I wasn't being convincing because I was lying. "Sam I just… the demon, when it talked about slitting Dad's throat…"
"I know." Sam said, putting his hand on my back. "It was hard for me to hear too."
"Yeah but… nevermind."
"What?"
"It said Daddy begged to see his sons again. And Meg said this thing about sensing a difference in my blood and I just…I don't know. It's stupid, forget about it." I turned away.
"Bex look at me." I couldn't. "Look at me. I mean it Rebecca." I turned back. "Dad loves you. The demon was just trying to mess with you. It didn't slit his throat. Dad didn't beg for any of us because he's fine. He loves you okay. Same with me and Dean. Probably more. I swear since he's seen you you've had that man wrapped around your finger, and you know it." Sam noticed a special diagram in the book. He wiped away some dust on the trunk of the car and began drawing the picture.
"Sammy, Dean's not gonna… Don't it's the Impala Sam." I warned.
Dean came back over and did a double take. ""Dude, what are you drawing on my car? I mean do you want me to kick your ass or something?"
"Told ya so." I said.
"It's called a devil's trap." Sam explained. "Demons can't get through it or inside it."
"So?" Dean clearly didn't care about the symbol more than he cared about the Impala.
"It basically turns the trunk into a lockbox." Sam started drawing another devil's trap on the other side of the trunk.
"So?"
"So, we have a place to hide the Colt while we go get Dad." Sam said.
"What are you talkin' about?" Dean said. "We're bringin' the Colt with us."
"We can't. We need to save them for when we really need them."
"And I think we REALLY need them right now." I said.
"We've only got three bullets left. We can't just use them on any demon. We've got to use 'em on the demon."
"No, we have to save Dad, Sam, okay? We're gonna need all the help we can get. I mean what else do we have to use against it?"
"Nothing." I said. "Absolutely nothing but there's no way Dad's gonna be okay with us using it."
"Dean, you know how pissed Dad would be if we used all the bullets? Dean, he wouldn't want us to bring the gun." Sam added.
"I don't care!" Dean snapped. "I don't care what Dad wants, okay? And since when do you care what Dad wants?"
"We want to kill this demon. I thought that's what you both wanted. Hell, you're the ones who came and got me at school! You're the one who dragged me back into this life. I'm just tryin' to finish it!"
I couldn't take it anymore. "I am so sick of you acting like we forced you to come back and hunt this demon Sammy." I said. "We came to you because we wanted to find Dad. But that wasn't good enough of a reason for you. it wasn't until you lost Jess that you suddenly wanted in and you were all about hunting the demon. That was on you Sam. Nobody twisted your arm."
"If you two would have never come for me Jess wouldn't have been alone that night!" He yelled.
"So now that's our fault too?" I asked.
"No I just…" he trailed off. "Look we don't have time for this. The demon is out there and we're not gonna waste the only thing we have that can kill it."
After a pause, Dean said. "You and Dad are a lot more alike than I thought, you know that Sam? You both can't wait to sacrifice yourself for this thing. But you know what? Whether you blame us or not, me and Becca are gonna be the ones to bury you. You're selfish, you know that? You don't care about anything but revenge."
"That's not true," Sam said. "I want Dad back."
"Then start acting like it." I said. "For right now, nothing happens until we get Dad back okay?" Both of my brothers nodded.
"But they are expecting us to bring this gun." Sam said. "They get the gun, they will kill us all. That Colt is our only leverage, guys. We cannot bring that gun. We can't." I nodded.
"Fine." Dean said.
"I'm serious, Dean." Sammy said.
"I said "fine", Sam." He took the Colt out of his coat pocket, showed it to us, and placed it in the trunk.
We found out what Meg- the real one- meant by "Sunrise. There was an apartment complex called Sunrise Apartments. For eveil sons of bitches, these demons were pretty smart. In that kind of a place they had their pick of almost anybody inside to posses. They could look like anyone and attack us. We were pretty sure they knew what we looked like, and even if we had a clue who they were possessing, they were still in an innocent human body so we couldn't really shoot them. Dean figured if we pulled the fire alarm we could get out all the civilians. Only problem with that was usually when a fire alarm is pulled, its pretty much a sure thing that people aka police/firemen show up. I went in and pulled the alarm. When the authorities showed up Dean distracted them and Sam stole some firefighter outfits. Lucky for me, that little stereotype about firemen being big guys was true so the smallest one Sammy could find was still huge on me. Huge and heavy. Huge and heavy and insanely hard to breath in. I'm not complaining or anything. I'm just saying it would be nice if they made uniforms a little bit more comfortable for teenage girls to wear after they steal them. It's only fair…Anyways, we went to each apartment door with the EMF detector.
"I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up." Dean said.
"You never told me that." Sam said.
"Yeah dude. They get all the chicks." He pointed the EMF outside one of the apartment doors, it started beeping frantically.
"Showtime." I said.
Dean knocked on the door. "This is the fire department, we need you to evacuate!" When they opened they door we came bursting into the apartment and me and Sam sprayed a man and a woman with fire extinguishers to distract them. Dean shoved them into a closet and both of my brother pushed against the door while I poured a ring of salt around the door. The demons were locked inside. We took the stupid, sweaty, yellow, overly bulky uniforms off and headed into the bedroom. Dean was the first one to see him. "Dad?" He checked to see if he was alive. "He's still breathing. Dad, wake up. Dad!" But nothing happened.
I couldn't stand seeing him all tied up like that…he was helpless. I took out a knife and was about to cut my fathers ropes when Sam stopped me. "Don't." He said.
"Sammy it's Dad." I said. "I'm not leaving him like this."
"He could be possessed for all we know." Sam said.
"What are you, nuts?" Dean said.
Sam sighed. "Just let me check." He took out a bottle of holy water and poured some of it on Daddy.
I may not have agreed with the whole checking him thing, but the water did wake him up. "Sam? Why are you splashin' water on me?"
"Daddy." I smiled and cut the ropes.
"Dad, you okay?" Dean asked.
He explained that they'd been keeping him drugged. "Where's the Colt?"
"Don't worry, Dad." Sam said. "It's safe."
We got Dad up and were carrying him out when the two dudes came through the door. We were cornered back into the bedroom and Dean locked the door behind us. The guys starting trying to chop down the door so we went through the window (not an easy task when you're carrying a half drugged up man, might I add.) When all for of us finally managed to get down to the sidewalk, the other possessed guy came over and grabbed Sammy. He had him down to the ground and just kept punching him over and over again. I went over to try and help him, but the man caught my wrist before I could even get all the way over. He bent my arm back and I heard a snap before he threw me away from him like I was nothing. He just went right back to punching my brother. I was trembling from the pain in my arm but I got up again. Before I could make it over the man was shot in the head shot in the head. I was surprised when he fell to the ground, dead. I mean he was a demon and I didn't think he could be killed by bullets… most bullets. I turned and saw Dean with the Colt in his hand. He helped me up and we went over to Sammy. "Come on." Dean said as Sam and I starred at the man. "Come on, we've got to get Dad out of here." Dean had no idea where we were going, but he sped all the way there. Sam's eye was starting to swell pretty badly. Dean was sure he had a concussion and I had a broken arm. Dad was still woozy. Basically, if the demon caught up with us in the shape we were in, we were screwed in a major way. We pulled up to a rundown building. I parked the car behind the building while Sammy and Dean dragged Dad into a backroom. Dean stayed with Dad and Sammy checked my arm. Only one clean break which, as unusual as it may seem, was something I could handle for a while. But then again, who would call MY family usual. We were putting salt on the windowsill when Dean came back in and sat on the bed.
"How Daddy?" I asked.
"He just needed a little rest, that's all." Dean said. "How are you guys?"
"Sam knows his name and the year and the president and stuff like that so I think if he's got a concussion, its not that bad." I explained.
"What about you Becca Anne? That arm alright?"
I sat next to him on the bed. "I'll be okay."
"For now." Sam added. "It is broken so we should get her to the hospital as soon as it's safe. I gave her some pain stuff out of the car."
"Hey, you don't think we were followed here, do you?" Sam asked.
"I don't know." Dean said honestly. "I don't think so. We couldn't have found a more out of the way place to hole up."
"I still think we should get moving as soon Dad's okay to travel." I said. "I mean it probably wont take them that long to…"
"I know." Dean said.
"Hey Dean?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"Can I um… Can I go back there with Dad for a little bit?"
"Don't bug him, Becca. He needs to sleep." Sam said.
"I won't." I said pleadingly. "I wont wake him up or anything. I'll just lay there."
Dean looked against it, but only said "Don't break the salt line by his window."
I practically ran to the room, only slowing down when I got to his door. I opened it gently and crept over to Dad's side.
"You really think I wouldn't hear you?" he asked with his eyes still closed.
"Sorry." I said. "I just wanted to see you. Make sure…"
"I'm alright." He said sitting up. "You alright?"
"Yeah." I said. "They're gonna kill me for waking you up."
"I would've been up on my own anyway…Sam told me." Dad said. "He told me what that demon said to you."
"He did?"
"Yeah." He said. "You know he was just saying all of that stuff to upset you, don't you?" I nodded. "Good." He kissed my forehead. "Can ya help me up." Gently we got him up. "Thanks Becky." He said. I thought he must have still been a little loopy. Nobody EVER calls me Becky, but I figured I'd give him that one slip considering what he'd been through (just as long as he didn't make a habit out of it).
As we were walking into the room we heard Sammy and Dean talking. "That's not what bothers me." Dean said. "Killin' that guy, killin' Meg- I didn't hesitate. I didn't even flinch. For you or Becca or Dad, the things I'm willin' to do or kill, it just….it scares me sometimes.
"It shouldn't. You did good." Dad said. Sam and Dean looked up, surprised. I was right next to him and even I didn't believe he said it.
"You're not mad?" Dean asked.
"For what?"
"Using a bullet."
"Mad?" Dad asked. "I'm proud of you. You know, Sam and I, even Becca. We can get pretty obsessed with our own... issues. But you watch out for this family. You always have.
Dean looked happy, albeit slightly confused and said "Thanks." Suddenly, the lights in the room began to flicker. The wind started blowing outside.
"It found us." Dad said. " It's here."
"The demon?" I asked. I wont for a second say I wasn't scared. This demon had left the strongest man I know at the brink of death. I was terrified of it.
"Sam, lines of salt in front of every window, every door." Dad ordered.
"Already did it." Sam said.
"Well, check it, okay?" Sam nodded and left the room. "Dean, you know where the gun is?"
"Yeah." He said.
"Give it to me." Dad said.
"Dad, Sam tried to shoot the demon in Salvation. It vanished." Dean explained.
Dad looked at Dean. "This is me. I won't miss. Now, the gun. Where is it?"
Dean pointed to the duffel at me feet. Dad looked at me expectantly and I went in the bag and got it. I was about to give it to Dad when Dean said to wait. "Dean please." Dad said. "We don't have time for this."
"Becca get away from him!" Dean said, pulling me behind his back.
"What?" Dad asked. "Give me the gun Rebecca. What are you doing, Dean?"
"He'd be furious." Dean said.
Dad looked at us confused. "What?"
"That I wasted a bullet. He wouldn't be proud of me. He'd tear me a new one. You're not my dad.
"Dean, it's me." Dad said calmly.
"Dean, the demons coming right now." I said.
"I think he's already here." My brother said. "I mean I know Dad better than anyone. And that ain't him."
"Becca." Dad said. "you're right, honey. The Demon is coming and you've gotta give me the colt so I can kill it. You know its me, don't you."
"No." I said. "I'm not sure…I …"
"Becca come on." Dean said.
"Rebecca." Dad said.
"Becky." I said softly.
"What?" Dad asked.
"You… you never call me Becky. Nobody does. It really isn't you." I handed the gun to Dean.
Sam came back in. "What the hell is going on?"
"Your brother's lost his mind." Dad said. "Becca move away from him."
"He's not Dad." Dean said to Sammy. "You know he isn't same as Becca."
"What are you talking about?" Sam asked.
"I think he's possessed." Dean said. "I think he's been possessed since we rescued him."
"Don't listen to him, Sammy." Dad said. "Get your sister away from him right now."
"Dad I…" Sam started.
"You know, we don't have time for this. Sam, you want to kill this demon, you've got to trust me. Your sister is in danger right now. " Sam looked back and forth between us and Dad.
"No. " He shook his head. "No. " He walked over to me and Dean.
Dad… he started to cry. "Fine. You're so sure? Go ahead. Kill me." He hungs his head in sadness. My brothers looked at me, near tears themselves. Dean lowered the gun. "I thought so." Dad said, but when he looked up his eyes were a fiery orange, full of evil. Suddenly, we were all pinned against the walls of the room by an invisible force. I could barely move. The demon in my fathers skin walked over to the Colt, which Dean dropped as he was thrown and picked it up off of the floor. "What a pain in the ass this thing's been. " He said.
"It's you, isn't it?" Sammy said. "We've been lookin' for you for a long time."
"You found me."
"But Sam poured the holy water on you." I said. "I watched him do it."
"Silly little Becky." The demon smiled. "You think somethin' like that works on somethin' like me? Thanks for this kiss by the way. Maybe next time we can go a little bit further?"
"You're disgusting." I spat at him and it grabbed my hurt arm and twisted.
It looked angry and then it laughed, turned to my brothers. "Guess the honeymoons over ay guys. Is she always a bitch or what?"
"I'm gonna kill you" Sam said.
"Oh, that'd be a neat trick. In fact, here." He placed the gun on a nearby table. "Make the gun float to ya there, psychic boy." Me and Dean looked on expectantly, but Sammy couldn't do it. The evil being chuckled a little. "Well, this is fun. I could've killed you a hundred times today, but this…." He sighed. "this is worth the wait. "He turned to Dean. "Your dad? He's in here with me. Trapped inside his own meat suit. He says "hi", by the way. He's gonna tear you apart. He's gonna taste the iron in your blood.
"Let him go. Or I swear to God…"
It cut Dean off. "What? What are you and God gonna do? You see, as far as I'm concerned, this is justice." He moved in closer to my brother. "You know that little exorcism of yours? The one you're fifthly little brother wanted to get with. That was my daughter. The one in the alley? That was my boy. You understand?"
"You've got to be kidding me." Dean said.
"What? You're the only one who can have a family?" It asked. "You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I killed your family? It smiled wickedly. "Oh, that's right. I forgot. I did. Still, two wrongs don't make a right. But how about three. I mean I do have this body for the moment and there are some benefits to the whole human thing. I'm thinking I make you two watch me, I mean your father, go at it with pretty little go at it for a while before Daddy dearest kills of you. "
"You son of a bitch!" Dean yelled.
"Don't you fucking touch her!" Sam added.
"Well, well, well." It said. "Look who's decided to join the party."
"I mean it." Sam said. "Don't. Touch. Her."
"Sammy." It sighed dramatically. "Haven't you realized that you have no say in what I will or wont do?"
"I wanna know why." He asked. "Why'd you do it?"
"You mean, why'd I kill Mommy and pretty little Jess?" Sam nodded. It turned to Dean. "You know, I never told you this, but Sam was gonna ask her to marry him. Been shoppin' for rings and everything. He told Becca. Guess it was just one of the many things she's knows about him and you don't, huh? Betcha wish you knew all of the little secrets you know they keep." It walked back over to Sammy. "You wanna know why? Because they got in the way."
"In the way of what?" Sam asked.
"My plans for you, Sammy. You….and all the children like you." Sam looked down. The Demon had just given him what he'd been looking for for such a long time. Not just his reasoning for killings Sam's loved ones, But more importantly a reason for Sam to blame himself.
In usual Dean fashion he couldn't stand to see Sam hear it. "Listen….you mind just gettin' this over with, huh? 'Cause I really can't stand the monologuing."
"Funny." It smiled. "But that's all part of your M.O., isn't it? Mask all that nasty pain. Mask the truth. You know, you fight and you fight for this family, but the truth is….they don't need you. Not like you need them. Sam, he's clearly John's favorite. And Becca's his only little girl. You've been just the perfect little soldier haven't you? Both of them have disobeyed him and do what matters to them all their lived and he still loves them more. I mean even when Sam and John fight, it's more concern than he's ever shown you."
"Leave him alone!" I said.
It turned to me. "Aw I was wondering when you were gonna get your second wind."
"Leave him alone." I repeated.
"Or what?" It laughed. "You Winchesters and you're threats and empty promises. Although you aren't even a Winchester are you. You're just some orphan they found. I had to stop myself from laughing earlier you know. 'Daddy tell me you love me,' 'Daddy the big bad demon hurt my wittle feelings.'" It mocked me. "And to think he's still feeding you that same old line."
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"Jeez, you're naïve. All of you are just SO stupid, I can't get over it."
"What?"
"You're big strong papa Winchester came in and saved you from the ghostie that killed your parents?"
"I know that." I said. "I've known that for years."
"Did he leave out the part about the fact that they weren't exactly hiding you from the thing?" I didn't understand. "Ever hear of a human sacrifice Becky?"
"Dean?" I said. "Sammy? What is he talking about?"
"I-I don't know." Dean said honestly. Sam shook his head too.
"There's that Winchester stupidity I was talking about." It sighed. "Your parents were giving you up to the thing you idiot. Johnny boy, as always, didn't know how to mind his business and stopped them. Guess Casper didn't like being summoned for no reason so he killed them. Get it now princess? Not even you're real parents wanted you and neither does John. " I closed my eyes determined not to cry.
"Don't listen to him kiddo." Sam said.
"You three are just a blast to play with." It said. "Not even John was this easy. Must make him real proud to watch this."
Dean swallowed down hard. "I bet you're real proud of your kids, too, huh? Oh, wait, I forgot. I wasted them." He smiled weakly. The demon saying nothing, took a step back, and lowered his head. A moment later, he raised his eyes again and Dean began bleeding heavily from the chest. He screamed out in pain.
"Dean! No!" Sam and I screamed as our brother continued to scream and more blood just poured out of him.
Dean looked at the demon in Dad's body pleadingly. "Dad! Dad, don't you let it kill me!" I prayed that it would stop but the bleeding only got heavier as Dean cried and moaned in pain. Blood started to pour out of his mouth.
"STOP IT!" I cried. "STOP PLEASE."
Sam grunted, trying to get off of the wall. Dean continued to plead with my father. "Dad, please." Then amazingly it did. The bleeding stopped…but Dean only hung his head. I thought… I thought he was dead.
"Dean!" I turned and looked at the demon. But I thought maybe…maybe it was Dad. He looked at Dean with sorrow in his eyes, heartbroken. He lowered his eyes and tearfully screamed "No!" The force holding us to the wall was released.
Sam rushed to the table and grabs the Colt while I went over to Dean. Sam pointed it at Dad who had at some point reverted back to the demon. "You kill me," it said. "You kill Daddy."
"I know." He said shooting the demon (and Dad) in the leg). It fell to the floor, unconscious. Sam ran over to me and Dean. "Are you okay?"
Yeah," I said, "But Dean…"
"Oh, God. " Sam said. "He lost a lot of blood."
Dean looked up weakly. "Where's Dad?"
"He's right here. He's right here, Dean." Sam said.
"Go check on him. Go check on him." Dean said.
Sam looked at me. "Stay with him?" I nodded again. He went over to Dad. "Dad? Dad?"
My father shot up. "Sammy!" He screamed. "It's still alive. It's inside me. I can feel it. You shoot me. You shoot me! You shoot me in the heart, son!" I couldn't believe it but my brother raised the gun and cocked it.
"No!" I cried out and ran over to Sam.
"He has to Becca! Sammy! Do it, now!" Dad ordered.
"Sam, don't you do it. Don't you do it." Dean begged.
"You've got to hurry! I can't hold on to it much longer! You shoot me, son! Shoot me!"
"Sam you can't. PLEASE don't do this!" I was bawling.
"Son, I'm beggin' you! We can end this here and now! Sammy!"
Dean was crying on the floor. "Sam, no." he struggled.
"You do this! Sammy!" Sam slowly put the gun down. "Sam…." Dad whispered, depressed. Suddenly, Dad shouted and, just like Meg, the demon erupted from his mouth in a cloud of black smoke that smoke disappeared through the floorboards of the room. Without many words Sam went to get the car and we loaded Dean and Daddy in. At that point, Dean was in worse shape so I sat in the back with him.
"Just hold on, all right?" Sam said to no one in particular. "Hospital's only ten minutes away."
"I'm surprised at you, Sammy. Why didn't you kill it?" I couldn't believe that was the first thing my father chose to say. After all of that. "I thought we saw eye to eye on this. Killing this demon comes first. Before me, before everything."
"No, sir." He said and I caught him glance back at me and Dean. "Not before everything." It felt good to hear that from Sam. I mean after all that stuff about blaming Jess on us, I still knew Sam loved me and Dean. It just felt good to hear him say it. We'd all gotten away from the demon and my family was going to be okay. Maybe we'd learned some things we didn't want to hear, but at least we were out of there. "If only for now, at least we're okay." I thought to myself. Boy, was I a moron.
A/N: So yeah this is it for a bit. I'm going to take a break and maybe do some work on my other stories, because I have to admit they have been very neglected. I wont stop for months like Kripke (who I love for giving me the show, but hate for his torturing me from may to October).
