Drive!

(Chapter Six)

With her body exhausted and her mind full of everything that had happened to her Beck, snuggled up to Sam, and began to dream.

*Dream*

"How did we get back in the root cellar?" I wondered

"Whoa there, easy honey or ur gonna topple both of us." Dean said near me

"What happened?"

"Ghost got us."

A moment later Dean and I were standing. Now I had my hand on his chest, over his heart to be precise; I could feel it beating beneath my hand.

Hadn't I done this before?

Dean's hand covered my own and my own heart raced familiarly.

We stood there like that for I don't know how long until I heard... "Here ya go Becky-love."

*End Dream*

Beck sat up slowly from sleeping against Sam, yawned, and rubbed her eyes.

"Did you say something, Dean?" Beck asked sleepily.

Beck looked down and found Dean's leather jacket draped over her. She smiled at his gesture.

She turned her head to Sam and found he was asleep. She shook her head fondly at the sleeping man she had used as a pillow.

"Sam's out." Beck commented.

"Bobby too." Dean said back.

Beck pulled Dean's jacket from its position on her and put it on. She shifted slightly in her seat, moved Sam's arm back against him, and rested her head against Dean's shoulder.

"How long have you been driving without any sleep?" she asked starting to yawn again.

Dean began to answer when suddenly Castiel appeared in front of the Impala. He had to swerve and brake to avoid hitting the angel.

"Holy shit!" Beck exclaimed, when they had stopped.

"Yea." Dean agreed.

Miraculously Sam and Bobby were still asleep. The incident had not even made them stir, nor had Beck's exclamation.

Dean and Beck turned and looked at the other two still zonked out. The awake passenger and driver of the Impala unbuckled their seat belts. Dean threw open his door, got out, and Beck followed suit assisted by Dean. Dean closed his car door, exchanged a look with Beck, and the pair busted up laughing.

"Well, I'm definitely awake now!" she giggled, "Nice driving, mister."

"Thanks, nice reaction to the suicidal angel." he returned with a chuckle.

Beck closed the distance between herself and Dean, smiled, and planted a kiss on his lips.

"There's your kiss, I'd say you've earned it after that fancy driving maneuver." she said, after pulling away from a pleasantly surprised Dean.

Dean grinned like a Cheshire cat, Bobby may have earned two kisses on the cheek, but he had gotten one smack on his lips.

"Dean." Castiel said interrupting the hunter's pleasant revelation.

"Cas, what the hell man?! I could have hit you!" Dean fumed at his angel friend.

"It probably would have done more damage to the Impala than him." Beck quipped.

"How did you find Dean anyway? Last time I knew you put those carvings on his and Sam's ribs so that no angel could find them." Beck added to Castiel.

"I did and I found them by guessing that they would be with the old drunk." Castiel said simply.

"Hey! Don't call Bobby that!" Beck barked.

"But he is an old drunk." Castiel blinked in reply.

"Don't call Bobby that Cas and don't start a fight with Becky. You won't win." Dean said stepping in.

"Stop calling me "Becky" or I'll take back my kiss and you won't get anymore mister." Beck threatened.

"Hey, now that's not fair. "Becky" suits you better than "Beck"."Dean admonished.

"It makes me sound like a character in a Mark Twain novel!" Beck complained.

"No, it don't." Dean replied.

"You actually know who Mark Twain is?" Beck asked feigning shock.

"Cute." Dean scowled at her.

"I was going to tell you that there has been a ripple in the fabric that transports beings through time, space, and the in-between. Also that you should find out who crossed through it, but I can see that it is not necessary now." Castiel said cutting in on the other two's banter exchange.

"Looks that way." Dean replied.

"So do you have any idea as to the who or why I am here?" Beck inquired of Castiel.

"No." came the angel's reply.

"Great." Beck mumbled.

"Anything else Cas or did ya just feel like arguing with someone?" Dean playfully asked the angel.

"Something is going on, she is not from here." Cas stated.

"No, "she" is not and I'd say, that, that's a big fat duh! Something is always going on." Beck retorted.

"Dean mentioned something about your name earlier. What is your name?" Cas asked noting the young woman's hostility towards him.

"Rebecca, but I prefer Beck." Beck replied opting to keep her answers simple.

"How did you get here?" Came the next question.

"A storm would be my best guess." Came the reply.

"What kind?" the angel asked.

"Lightening." Beck quickly rattled back.

"Hey, what's with the interrogation? She doesn't have a clue as to the how what, or who either, Cas." Dean said interrupting Cas's version of twenty questions.

"Dean's right. I have no idea how I got here and what or who brought me here." Beck stated.

The angel frowned and gave Beck a look that was a cross between confusion and annoyance.

"If you're done looking at me like a constipated bulldog. Please give Dean back his amulet, Sam gave it to him." Beck more demanded than asked.

"How did you know I had that?" Cas asked looking at Dean.

"Don't go there." Dean advised.

Cas took in what Dean said and frowned.

Castiel then took a few swift strides toward Beck and grabbed her arm.

{A White Flash Ensued}

Dean threw his arm over his face while, with his other arm and hand, he tried to reach for Beck to protect her from the blinding white light. His hand, however, did not find hers.

"Dean!" Sam yelled climbing out of the car.

Dean lowered his arm from his eyes, looked for Beck, and turned to Sam with a worried expression on his face.

"Where's Beck?" Sam asked his brother.

"I don't know." Dean admitted.

"What d'ya mean ya don't know, ya idjit!" Bobby yelled from the back seat.

"Just that, I don't know." Dean called back.

"What happened?" Sam wanted to know.

Dean loped back to the Impala when he was close enough to be heard by Sam and Bobby. Then he began the narrative of what they had missed while they were asleep.

"The three of you were sleeping. Becky shivered in her sleep like she was cold, so I took off my jacket and put it on her. She woke up, sat up, untangled herself from Sammy, and put my jacket on. I guess she was still a little tired since she yawned and asked me how long I'd been driving without any sleep. Before I could answer Cas showed up in the middle of the road. I had to swerve and brake to miss him. You, two, slept right through it. Becky and I got out of the car and talked to Cas. Apparently, she said something Cas didn't like 'cause they're both gone." Dean explained.

"Git in the car, boy." Bobby called.

Dean and Sam, unsure of which one Bobby was speaking to, did as they were told.

Sam climbed back in the car and closed the passenger side door.

Dean took a few strides to the diver's side door opened it, climbed in, and shut the door.

"How long were you driving without sleep?" Sam asked repeating Beck's question.

"Looks like since we left the Thatcher place.," Bobby replied for Dean and then asked, "That about right boy?"

"Sounds about right." Dean returned easily.

"Yep, thought so. Sam take the wheel. Dean switch places with Sam." Bobby ordered.

"We need to find Becky." Dean protested.

"Yep, and you need some sleep. We don't know where to find 'er yet and chances are we will soon. You, not sleepin' ain't gonna help Beck." Bobby said reasonably, though secretly he agreed with Dean.

Grudgingly Dean scooted to the passenger side of the car. Sam got out, went around to the driver's side, opened the driver's side door, and got back in the door; making sure to shut it. Sam started up the Impala and got her back on the road. Eventually, against his own inclination, Dean leaned up against his door, put his head in his hand, and drifted off to sleep.

"What do we do now, Bobby?" Sam asked.

"Head back to the house and come up with a plan to find Beck is best I can figure, son." Bobby returned softly.

"Do you think she's okay, Bobby?" Sam wanted to know.

"Kid, I wish I knew." rang the eerily familiar words of Bobby Singer.