For Becky, everytime her children or her husband were out of her sight or earshot, panic would overwhelm her chest. She always expected Chuck to come back and take them away again. Not Chuck, but God.

God was her ex boyfriend. God. Was. Her. Ex. Boyfriend. And he had somehow killed her and not killed her. She and her whole family had returned to their house after months away in the same places they had been when Chuck made them disappear.

The house looked unlived. All the furniture was covered with white sheets. The blinds were shut and all the decorations had been taken down. All of Becky's supernatural memorabilia was gone, her maquettes and miniatures were gone, their existence marked only by the lighter shapes in the dust layer that lay over everything. The air was chilly and heavy with the smell of abandoned places. It looked like a haunted house. "Babe?" Rod asked for the second time.

"What's going on? Why is the house like this? Who was that guy?"

Becky was looking around for Chuck? Where was he? What was he going to do to them next?

"Mom! Mooom, dad threw up all…" the kids stopped laughing. "Mom, what happened to the house?"

As it turned out, they had been missing for a while; it had been long enough for the investigation into their disappearance to be closed, but not enough for it to have left the public mind.

Some, when they saw that she and her family had returned without a scratch on them, had accused them of faking the whole thing for attention and money. Others claimed alien abduction, because of course they did. In situations that resembled Becky's you didn't do your job as a tin foil douche if you didn't suggest somewhere on Reddit that the whole thing was a fake out made out by the government to distract attention from what was really going on; and if you could instill fear and profit off it, it just meant you did your job well.

People started digging into her past and bringing out all the fanfiction she wrote about the Winchester brothers among other things. Words like "sick", "demented", and "insane" had begun to be thrown at her with regularity by people online. She would often wake up to an inbox filled with hateful messages that threatened to "make the disappearance stick", not only for her, but for her family as well. If the harassment would have ended at her, she could have bore it; it was nothing new to her to be attacked online and be sent vile messages- it came with the job of being a woman. But when people started threatening her children and the rest of her family she became lost. How was she to protect them? And who did she have to protect them from?

Thanks to the Supernatural books, Becky knew ways to find good witches and buy off of them a few protection spells. She could afford it thanks to the boom in business she had seen after their strange return. That was the only advantage of the whole situation and not a cent of it was worth it. Like it had not been worth selling her soul just to have a life with Sam Winchester; frankly it would have been the biggest mistake of her life. The life she had lived before Chuck came crashing in was good. It had been good in the apple pie type of way; happy, loving and safe. She would have never had that with Sam. She could have never had that with anyone that she forced to love her.

Thankfully Rod stood by her side and he needed very little proof in believing her that the world of Supernatural was indeed real. He still did not believe that Chuck was god; but all things considered having her family by her side and accepting her was worth the world. Rod. Rod. Rod. She was so grateful for him, for his soft words and loving ways; kindness like his was more precious than all the riches of the world, it was unbelievably rare.

Becky had to know what had happened, for her family's sake, so tentatively, and with guilt in her heart she wrote to Sam Winchester after they had been let go from the police interrogation:

From: beckywinchester176

To: samwinchester83

Subject: CHUCK IS GOD!

"Hi Sam,

I believe you know that Chuck is a God. And I mean like THE ACTUAL GOD!, not a god or some other form of deity! The creator of the universe kind of god!

He came to my house a while back to ask for my advice regarding his inability to write. While at my house he wrote the final chapter of his last Supernatural book. He didn't like my reaction to it and he made my husband and children disappear in a wisp of smoke and then he did the same to me.

I am back. I don't know how I got back; I don't know where I went; all that I know is that we have been gone for a while. I am sending you the draft of Chuck's book I have on my computer; which is the ending and a few other chapters. It's dark, awful, horrible and hopeless. It's the ending he wants for you and I truly hope you can prevent it. It's not an ending that you two deserve. If I can do anything to help prevent it, let me know. I mean it. He went after my family, so anything I can do to help you boys take him down is not too much.

And if you know anything about what happened to my family and me, please, if you can, let me know.

You were kind to me the last time we saw each other, despite the awful thing that I did to you. Thanks to your advice I have a great husband and two amazing kids.

I hope you and Dean are well and this message reaches you in time!

With friendship,

Becky"

She waited anxiously for Sam's reply, but with each passing day, week and month she gave up hope and somehow life started going back to a kind of normality. She went on working, as did Rod, the kids moved to private schools, thanks to the money she had made during her fifteen minutes of fame. Doing the ad for a laundry detergent guaranteed to make all the stains disappear for good had been a low point in her life, but the pay was too good to pass up.

She never truly forgot about her message and had tried to contact Sam a few times more without any success, but just about the time her message would have celebrated its second birthday, a reply came:

From: samwinchester83

To: beckywinchester176

RE: CHUCK IS GOD!

"Hi Becky,

Chuck is no longer God. As far as I know he's still alive, but human. I haven't heard anything about him in the past two years.

He snapped everyone away, but Jack, the new God, brought everyone back. Chuck's not going to come after you or your family!

Dean died in a hunt.

I won't use this email anymore. I need to move on.

Best wishes,

Sam Winchester"

A sob escaped from Becky's mouth; Dean was dead. Dean was dead! He was dead; just like Chuck had wanted. She could only hope that it did not happen in the way he wrote it. And re-wrote it. There were differences in the draft that Becky found on the computer and what she had read before disappearing. It extended the misery to many more characters than in the first draft. But as always the most amount of pain was reserved for the Winchesters and Castiel.

The sadness exploded into rage and Beck threw her computer at the wall. So all of it was for nothing? Saving and resaving the world; beating god and Dean ended up dead and Sam alone?! Plans started to form in Becky's mind. Chuck was human; she was human; no time like the present to make him pay.

"Honey, are you okay?" Rod came into the office attracted by the noise and the scream.

"No." Becky looked past her husband, at something that she could only see; Chuck's future. "I have to take care of something. And I can't tell you and you can't ask me and I can't tell you. You'll just have to trust me."

Rod gave her a sigh and a kind smile, "I do, honey. I know how the past two years have been on you and how much you hate Chuck. Don't interrupt me, please. I know this is about Chuck. He's your ghost. Just be sure that whatever revenge you have planned for him won't come at the cost of your life… or of your soul."

"You are not going to stop me from going?"

"Let's be clear: I don't want you to go. I'm sure the kids don't want you to go, but I know that, in life, there are things that we must do, no matter how bad of an idea they might be, because there is no peace to be had until they are done. And getting this vengeance is yours. It's not only vengeance for what he did to us, but I am sure it's also for the fact that he lied to you and the way he hurt your Winchester friends. I'll come with you if that is what you want."

Becky entertained the thought of them on a hunting trip, driving down the highway in the middle of the night with only an open road ahead of them; burgers eaten at dingy diners and nights in shady motels "I can't ask this of you. It's my fight. My fight for you and the kids."

Rod came closer and gave her a hug, resting his cheek on the top of her head and remembering all the most important times in his life when he had held Becky like that: the day he had told her he loved her in the middle of the lake, when she told him before they went to see a movie that she was pregnant and the day their son, Jared, was born, the day he found out he was going to be a father again and the day Alison was born. There were many other days, but those were the ones that always came to his mind. Despite the fact that he could not bear to lose Becky, he knew he had to let her go, but not before asking: "And can you beat god, dear?"

"He's one of us now," Becky smiled.

She began preparations for her hunting trip.

"Are you planning on giving him sodium poisoning?" Rod asked while he was loading up the salt bags in the back of the Jeep.

"You'll become a saint if you drink this much holy water."

"Do you have permits for all the guns?"

"Are you Daryl from the Walking Dead?"

"Please tell me that's not blood in there."

"How many BBQ's are you going to have on the road?"

"These don't smell like potpourri bags."

"Why do you need ten pairs of handcuffs?"

"Are you planning on becoming the next Vlad the Impaler?"

"Mom, do we have any more chocolate milk?"

"These are kinda weird for a couple's tattoo."

"Love you, Becks. Come back to us."

"I will."

Rod and the kids gave Becky a great big hug before she went on her merry way to New York, New York where Chuck was living. "Is he trying to get inspired by all the better writing that he can find in the city?" thought Becky bitterly.

A coin on a chain rested under her sweater; one that was charmed to get warmer and warmer until she had found Chuck. Who said all witches were evil?