In The Air Tonight!

(Chapter Four)

"Beck. Beck. Hey, I need to wake up for me. Come on baby, open those pretty gray eyes." Dean said to Beck trying to awaken her, again, unconscious form.

Dean sat there in the dark hauling her into his arms trying to rouse the, now, injured and again unconscious young woman.

Damn, but she is pretty. He couldn't help thinking. He also acknowledged, uncomfortably, that this very pretty woman made him nervous and left him feeling like a silly little boy with his first crush.

Beck groaned in pain in Dean's arms and tried to sit up.

"Whoa there, easy honey or 'ur gonna topple both of us." Dean said trying to get Beck to be still.

"Where are we and where the hell did you go?" Beck demanded relaxing back into Dean's arms.

"I'm right here, Becky and I think we're in the basement." Dean replied.

"I know you're here now. I meant earlier when I was building the fire. I turned around and the three of you had disappeared." Beck said ignoring Dean calling her "Becky".

"Oh, that." came through the dark.

"Yes, that." Beck responded and then a moment later felt that Dean was shivering, "Are you alright, Dean?"

"I'm good." was the brisk reply.

"No, you're not. You're shaking. Are you cold?" she asked concerned

"Left my jacket upstairs, I think." Dean said trying to avoid her concern.

"Dean?" Beck quietly asked.

"Yea?" he replied.

"Why does it feel like the room is spinning?" Beck asked feeling woozy, leaning closer to him to help steady herself and keep him warm.

"From what I can tell you got knocked upside your head." he told her.

"Great, just what I needed. Um, is that why I'm in your lap?" she inquired.

"Yea, I was trying to wake you." he explained.

"Oh." came the response.

"Dean?" came Beck's voice from the dark again.

"Yea." came Dean's.

"Did you already cut off War's ring?" Beck asked a little nervous about the answer.

"Damn, you saw that too." Dean stated.

"Last episode I saw. I know that you and Sam split up for a little bit. Then you ended up in a possible future where Lucifer had complete control of Sam. You then continued to refuse Zachariah about being Micheal's vessel after he brought you back to the present. Then you two started hunting together again." giving a quick rundown of what she had recently seen

"Do you know what happens next?" he asked.

"With this particular job, no. There isn't any episode on it."

"So...our "show" is really popular in your whatever it is, huh?" Dean said trying to be conversational, but still burning with curiosity.

"Yea, but we really should get up and find the others." she replied changing the subject.

"Right." he said noting the change of subject

Beck's eyes had finally adjusted to the dark and she could see well enough to disentangle herself from Dean without "toppling" the both of them.

Beck carefully climbed to her feet and then bent down to help Dean up.

"Thanks." Dean said.

"Uh-huh." Beck replied.

"So...it looks kinda like a basement, but smaller. I don't see a light. Then again, it's hard to see much of anything." Dean said, trying to fill the silence.

"It's a root cellar, they used to store things that they wanted to save for the winter or that they wanted to keep cold down here." Beck informed him.

"No lights then, I guess." came from Dean with a sigh.

"No, no lights, but no part of this house has electricity, Dean. It was built in the eighteen hundreds, before the widespread use of it." Beck said, trying to look around.

"How did they see where they were going?" Dean asked slightly suspecting the answer.

"Candles and oil lamps." came the suspected reply.

"Well, let's find the door outta here. Then we can find Sam and Bobby." Dean decided.

"First we need to find the stairs, the door will be on the ceiling." Beck told him.

"On the ceiling?" Dean asked raising his eyebrow in the dark.

"Yea, we're underground. This is basically a big box dirt hole held up with a few pieces of timber." Beck explained.

"She won't let you go." came a female voice from the dark.

"What the hell?!" Dean exclaimed.

"Not hell, just a root cellar." came the unfamiliar female voice again, this time with a bit of amusement in it.

"Um, excuse me please, but who are you?" Beck asked, opting for manners.

"I was, in life, Beatrix Thatcher wife of Cameron Thatcher, the youngest of the three Thatcher sons." the voice replied.

"So you're a ghost." Beck stated.

"Well yes... I would have to say so." Beatrix concurred.

"What do you want?!" Dean snarled, sick of pleasantries.

"Same as you I suspect, to leave here." Beatrix said, without taking offense to Dean's tone.

"Dean, please." Beck admonished.

"What?! She's a friggin' ghost!" Dean said indignantly.

"Yea and she probably knows where the stairs along with the door is located." Beck answered patiently.

"It's alright, Miss Lindsey. I'm used to people being unhappy with my presence." Beatrix said soothingly.

"How did you know my last name?" Beck asked nervously.

"Your last name is Lindsey?" Dean asked.

"Yea...my full name is Rebecca Annette Lindsey if you really need to know." Beck replied defensively.

"Whoa, hey there's no need to get upset. I was just curious since all you told us was your first name." Dean replied, trying to calm Beck down.

"I know your last name, because..." Beatrix started to say, but suddenly there was a horrible screech and she was gone.

"What in heaven's name?" Beck said startled.

"Pretty sure we don't wanna stick around to find out." Dean told her.

"Agreed." Beck said wholeheartedly.

Dean and Beck stumbled around in the dark for a few minutes, more or less knocking into what little there was in the root cellar and more often than not, each other.

"Ok, this isn't working." Beck said frustrated.

"No shit." Dean agreed.

"Dean, hold out your hand please." Beck requested.

"Um, ok." Dean said holding out his hand.

Beck took a few steps in the direction of Dean's voice and put her hand out to feel for his.

She missed her target and ended up with her hand on Dean's chest, right over his heart, instead.

"Hey there." Dean said huskily.

"Not what I had in mind, mister. Beck laughed softly, But at least I found you without one of us gettin' smacked into, now give me your hand."

Dean moved the hand he had been holding out to his chest and covered Beck's hand with it.

Beck turned her hand and grasped Dean's, to hold his hand in hers.

"C'mon mister, let's get outta here." starting to move still holding Dean's hand.

"Yeah alright." Dean said softly.

After a few minutes in this fashion, linked together, they found the stairs.

"Bingo!" Beck exclaimed excitedly.

Beck's excitement was short-lived when she and Dean heard a loud familiar yell.

"Sam!" they yelled simultaneously.

Still holding hands, they stumbled slightly up the stairs. They were about halfway up when the ghost Beck had blasted earlier appeared right in front of them. The ghost tried to knock her down the stairs, to her death. Luckily Dean's footing on the stairs was sturdy and he managed to pull Beck against him before she could fall backward taking him down with her.

"Get the fuck away from her!" Dean growled at the ghost.

"She has to go Ezra!" the apparent ghost of Winifred Thatcher fumed.

"He's not Ezra and I'm not whoever it is you think I am!" Beck yelled at the ghost.

"Miserable little tart! Stealing my husband and cheating on my son!" the ghost of Winnie Thatcher accused.

"She ain't your daughter-in-law, you crazy ghost-bitch!" Dean roared at the vengeful spirit, holding Beck closely.

"Dean!" Bobby's voice came from above Beck and Dean's heads.

Dean ducked pulling Beck down with him on the stairs against the dirt stairway wall.

*Bang!*

The shotgun went off for the second time that night.

At the sound of the shotgun being fired; Beck slightly screamed and buried her head deeper into Dean's chest.

"Y'all right there, girl?" Bobby called down to Beck.

"Slightly freaked and ready to torch that lunatic ghost, but otherwise fine." Beck called shakily back.

"Nice timing, Bobby." Dean said gratefully, "C'mon Becky let's get up to Bobby and waste the bitch."

"Ok, Dean whatever you say." Beck said more than willing to let him lead.

Dean smiled, maybe he'd even get a kiss for his efforts.

A few moments later Dean and Beck were with Bobby again.

"Are you two, ok?" Bobby asked, "Rebecca, honey why are you bleeding like a stuck pig, what happened?"

"Pretty sure Mrs. Crazy Ghost Lady, got me earlier and dumped me with Mr. Knight in Shining Armour, here." Beck said turning her head to Dean, feeling like some sort of princess out of a fairy tale.

"We need to get that bleeding stopped or you're gonna end up unconscious on us, again." Bobby said authoritatively.

"What about Sam?" Beck asked unconcerned with the gash, "We heard him yell not too long ago."

"We'll find him, sweetheart don't worry." Bobby told her.

Dean looked at Beck; the woman had a decent bloody gash, near her temple, and her thoughts were solely centered on HIS little brother's welfare.

Dean's heart thumped just a little more.

Bobby grabbed a bandanna out of his pocket and said, "K'mere here, girl."

Beck crouched down as Bobby asked and winced as he applied pressure to her wounded head, cleaning up the blood.

After the majority of the blood was mopped up; Dean, Beck, and Bobby started to make their way away from the root cellar. Maneuvering their way around what appeared to be at one time the farmhouse kitchen.

The three of them made it to the hallway outside the kitchen when a yell, of what sounded like Dean's name being called.

"Sam!" Dean called back.

"Over here!" came Sam's voice from someplace ahead of them.

"Marco." Beck mumbled.

"Polo." Bobby shot playfully back.

Beck's face broke into a wide smile and she leaned down dropping another kiss on Bobby's cheek.

"Hey, do I get one of those?" Dean asked noting Bobby's second kiss.

"Maybe." Beck shrugged.

"I saved you from a ghost trying to kill you and get a maybe?" Dean asked incredulously.

Another shrug followed by, "Bobby performed CPR, lent me his lighter, and just saved both our tail ends from the ghost. So he has more than earned two kisses, mister."

Bobby smiled at the younger man smugly.

"Sam!" Beck chose at that moment to call out.

"In here, Beck!" Sam called from what appeared to be the dining room.

"Hey." Beck greeted, entering the dining room, adding "Ew."

Around an old rotten dining room table sat, what was probably, the remains of the Thatcher family.

"Yea, kind of an understatement." Sam said agreeing.

"Which one do you think is Winifred?" Beck asked.

"It don't matter at this point, hunny. We're just gonna torch all of them." Bobby told her.

"Kay." was the response.

"You ok, Sam?" Beck asked next.

"Yea, but it looks like you got a large gash." Sam returned.

"Pissed off ghost." was the nonchalant reply.

It took the rest of the night, which there wasn't much left of, to torch all the bodies.

Beck did her best to help and even got to "light up" what they guessed to be the body of Winifred Thatcher, which was surprisingly fun.

For the most part, the guys shooed her away to rest and take care of her head injury.

While Beck sat out most of the "hunter work", she kept busy by finally being able to dry Sam and her own clothes.

After the clothes were dry enough Beck quickly changed back into her own before calling Sam to come to get his.

Sam reentered the farmhouse after hearing Beck call his name.

"What's up, Beck?" Sam asked.

"Your clothes are dry." Beck replied, tossing Sam's shirt and jeans at him.

"Thanks." Sam smiled catching them

Beck winked at Sam, gave him a "once over" look, laughed softly, and headed out the farmhouse door.

Sam's face nearly split from grinning so hard. He shook his head and got dressed.

Beck leaned against a porch column and admired the Impala; as well as the man lightly perched on her hood.

"See something, ya like?" Dean flirted

"Yea, the Impala." Beck said crushingly.

"Just the Impala, huh?" Dean said doubtfully.

Dean knew when a girl was checking him out and not just his baby.

Beck had definitely not just been checking out his baby, but him too.

"Don't flatter yourself, mister." Beck shot back, rolling her eyes and trying not to blush.

"If you two are done flirting like a couple of school kids, isn't it time to hit the road?" Bobby asked pointedly.

Sam emerged from the farmhouse and asked, "Everything all packed up?"

Dean and Beck exchanged a look and both chuckled lightly.

"Everything except Bobby's chair." Dean quipped.

"Idjit." Bobby said fondly.

Beck looked at the three men and shook her head.

Men.

She moved back to the farmhouse door, stuck her head in the door one last time to check for anything that may have been overlooked, and saw Dean's leather jacket lying on the ground.

Beck walked over to Dean's, still folded up, leather jacket, picked it up, consequently unfolding it, and slung it over her shoulder.

As she brought the jacket back to Dean, she realized that he had given his jacket to Bobby; when Bobby had performed CPR on her.

"So even Dean had a hand in saving me from drowning. That just may deserve a kiss." Beck quietly said to herself.

Beck strolled out of the farmhouse door and over to the Impala; where Dean was leaning against the side of the hood talking to Sam and Bobby.

"Here is your jacket, found it on the floor in there." Beck said to Dean indicating to the farmhouse with her head.

"Thanks." Dean said accepting the jacket from Beck.

"We ready to go or what?" Bobby wanted to know.

"Yea, all we need to do is load up that chair of yours and get gone." Dean replied in a wise-ass tone.

"Ur lookin' to git popped upside 'ur head ain't-cha, boy?" Bobby shot playfully back.

"As fun as this has been," Beck said with a soft chuckle, "would one of you please point me in the direction of The Black Falls?"

"The Black Falls?" Sam repeated confused.

"Why are you lookin to go back to the site where you nearly drown, girl?" Bobby questioned.

"Well, if the lightning storm landed me in your reality, it may have sent the people I was with here too." Beck reasoned.

"What were you doing out in a lightning storm anyway?" Sam asked.

"Having one of those nights." Beck sighed.