Dinner Bell!
(Chapter Eight)
Beck quickly walked down the porch steps and jogged to the "three of her four men".
"Hi there, Sammy!" she teased upon reaching Sam.
Sam too happy to see her to be annoyed at the nickname replied back teasingly, "Hi there Becca-Ann!"
Beck scrunched her nose and smiled.
She turned to Dean and said in mock anger, "You told him my middle name?! Traitor!"
"Glad to see that 'ur alright, missy." Bobby said wheeling himself over to Beck.
"Yup, Cas dropped me off here about two and a half days or so ago and I've been waiting on you three to show up ever since." Beck told him adding inquiringly, "I already have dinner starting to defrost. I'm guessing you three are hungry?"
"What's for dinner, girl?" Bobby wanted to know.
"You can cook?" Dean asked.
"So you've been ok on your own here, Beck?" Sam questioned.
"Yea Sam, I've been fine. Cas dropped in a few times and we talked for a bit." Beck said to Sam.
"Yes, I can cook you dumb-ass. If I couldn't I would have starved." Beck said waspishly to Dean.
Steak for dinner." Beck informed Bobby.
"That steak dinner come with anything?" Dean asked hopefully.
"Yes, it does, mister. I'm guessing that you're happy with that." Beck laughed.
Turning to Bobby, Beck next said, "Oh, Bobby I'll replace everything I've used including tonight's dinner."
"Never mind hunny. It ain't important." Bobby reassured her.
"It is to me, Bobby. I have my own money. I can take care of myself, as well as my own debts." Beck said independently
"I know you can darlin and if ya wanna help out that's great.t I just want you to know that there is no debt, so don't go worryin about it." Bobby replied.
"Alright, so how was the drive?" Beck asked.
"It was ok. We were mainly concerned with where you were and if you were alright." Sam answered.
"Well as to where I was in between standing with Dean near the Impala being interrogated by Cas and here, I have no idea. I gave Cas a hard time, but yea, I was fine." Beck said reassuringly.
The four of them entered the house, rounded the hallway into the living room, and were greeted with the sight of Zachariah, Cas's at one time superior.
"Aw, shit! What'd you want?" Bobby ground out.
"Only to meet your lovely guest." Zachariah said oily.
"What do you want with me?" Beck asked suspiciously.
"Among other things; your help." Zachariah answered.
"Among other things, huh? If you want my "help" convincing Dean to be Michael's vessel you're outta luck, the answer is no." Beck stated firmly.
"So you do know the future." Zachariah smiled sickeningly.
"Moot point the answer is still no." Beck returned.
"Git outta my house!" Bobby growled menacingly.
"We'll talk again soon." Zachariah promised and disappeared.
"I bet." Beck said softly.
"What the hell was that about?" Dean wondered out loud, looking at Beck.
"The usual. What else?" Beck replied.
"What did Zachariah mean you know the future, Beck?" Sam asked.
Beck huffed softly feeling a little exasperated.
They'd been over this already!
What would it take to get these guys to listen?!
Beck shook her head and headed for the kitchen, so she could get things ready to start making dinner for four people instead of one.
"Oh, sorry about the scorch mark, Bobby!" Beck called from the kitchen.
"What scorch mark?!" Bobby yelled back.
"Um... I'm guessing that one." Sam said pointing to a tennis ball size burn on the living room floor.
"What the hell have you been doin, girl?" Bobby yelled across his house.
"Um..." came from the kitchen.
"Do I even wanna know?" Bobby asked looking at Sam.
"Probably not." Sam chuckled.
"Huh." Dean said out loud and headed for the kitchen.
Entering the kitchen Dean saw Beck hard at work on dinner.
"Hey there, you need help?" he asked trying to start a conversation.
"If you like...sure why not?" Beck responded.
"So besides steak, what's for dinner Becky?" Dean asked.
"Baked potato, cheese biscuits, and salad." Beck replied.
"Sounds good, why salad?" Dean asked.
"Because I want salad and it won't hurt you guys to eat somewhat healthy." Beck told him.
Dean sighed and looked at Beck. She was concentrating a mite harder, in his opinion, than necessary on making dinner.
"You want me to answer Sam's question about me seeing the future, right?" Beck more stated than asked.
"Yea, but I'm not interested in having my ass handed to me for askin either." Dean replied.
Beck sighed and asked, "How do you want your steak, Dean?"
"Medium rare if you can manage it, please." Dean replied.
"Go find out how Sam and Bobby want their steaks, please?" Beck requested.
"Yea, sure." Dean said.
Dean left the kitchen to rejoin Sam and Bobby. They looked up upon Dean rejoining them in the living room.
"We figured out what Beck was doing to cause the scorch mark on the floor." Sam told his brother.
"Yeah? What?" Dean asked.
Sam picked up the grimoire and showed it to Dean.
"Are you kidding me! What the hell is she messing around with that shit for?" Dean demanded.
"She is looking for a way to help and survive here, Dean." came from a just appeared Castiel.
"You ever make noise when you show up?" Bobby grumbled.
"According to Rebecca I do, but no one usually listens." Cas replied amiably enough.
"Wait, Beck can hear you when you just show up?" Sam asked with eager interest.
"She says she can." Cas replied.
"By the way Cas what the hell was with the kidnapping act?!" Dean fumed.
"I needed to speak with Rebecca to find out what she knew without interference." Cas stated simply.
"So ya just took 'er?" Bobby said flatly.
"It was the most efficient method." Cas returned.
"You can't just abduct people that way, Cas." Sam tried to explain.
"Rebecca was unharmed and I brought her here, where I knew she would be safe." the angel replied still not understanding.
"That's not the point." Sam tried again patiently.
"Did you at least find out what ya were after?" Bobby asked.
"She answered my questions, but no I did not obtain the information I was seeking." Cas told Bobby.
"Yea, she's pretty good at evading." Dean agreed.
"She didn't evade Dean. Rebecca flat out said she would not tell me what I wanted to know." Cas corrected.
"Huh." Dean said, "How do you two want your steaks, Becky wants to know?"
"Well done." came from Sam.
"Medium's fine." Bobby answered.
"K, I'll tell her." Dean replied.
Dean headed back to the kitchen with Cas trailing behind him.
"Any luck yet?" Dean casually asked the angel.
"No, I am hoping I can convince Rebecca to change her mind and tell me why." Cas replied.
"She say why she won't tell you?" Dean asked
"Yes, Rebecca says that knowing what's about to happen in one's own future is a bad idea." Cas informed Dean.
"Yep, and kill the "Rebecca" crap, it's Beck." came from over at the kitchen island.
"Bobby wants medium and Sam wants well done. They also figured out how you made the scorch mark on the floor." Dean informed her.
"Sam wants well done? Sheesh, might as well make him a hamburger if he wants to ruin a perfectly good piece of steak." Beck complained in response.
"It may be because of his recent blood addiction." Cas observed.
"Maybe, still a waste of steak though." Beck groused.
" 'Ur not gonna answer about the scorch mark are ya?" Dean asked.
"Not likely." Beck said looking up and smiling guiltily at Dean.
"Becky, you really shouldn't be messing around with that hoodoo shit." Dean reproved.
"I'll remember to stay away from witch doctors and voodoo dolls if it will make you feel better Dean." Beck sassed rolling her eyes.
"You know what I mean, smart-ass." Dean smirked.
"I've got to do something to protect myself, Dean. Just being able to shoot a gun isn't gonna cut it and you know it, mister." Beck returned.
"We'll protect you. You don't need to worry about that." Dean said trying to reassure her.
"I know." Beck said looking up at Dean with a smile, "but you four won't always be around to protect me, there's no way you could be."
"Four?" Dean asked confused.
"Yea, you know. Sam, Bobby, you, and Cas." Beck reminded him.
Cas smiled at being included as one of Beck's protectors.
To change the subject Beck turned to Cas and asked, "You want to join us for dinner, Cas? It's no problem for me to add to dinner."
"Angels do not require food to sustain us." Cas replied.
"No, they don't, but the human body that is hosting you does. Even if Jimmy Novak has moved on to heaven or whatever, his body is still living and will crave food, sweetie." Beck told Cas gently.
"It does from time to time and yes, Jimmy Novak has moved on to paradise." Cas admitted.
"So join us for dinner, I wanted to talk to you about Zachariah anyway." Beck replied.
"If you wish." Cas accepted the dinner invitation.
"Good, now do you care how I make your steak?" Beck asked.
"However you wish I have never eaten it before." Cas replied.
"Ok, I'll make yours the same as mine." Beck told him.
"Alright, do you require any assistance?" Cas asked.
"You can clear off the dining room table if you want to help." Beck said willingly putting the angel to work.
"Ok." Cas answered and went to the dining room table to perform his task.
"What do you want me to do?" Dean asked hoping Beck would let him help too.
"Get out five potatoes, wash 'em, stab 'em with a fork, and put 'em on the cookie sheet that's in the dish drain." Beck instructed.
"Got anything for us to do, girl?" Bobby asked as he and Sam entered the kitchen.
"Sure. Sam get the biscuit mix, cheese, and water in the measuring cup, and mixing bowl, out. Bobby, could you please get the salad stuff out of the fridge." Beck told Sam and asked Bobby.
The three hunters each set to their own tasks while Beck grabbed a mallet and whacked the hell outta the five steaks; she was making for dinner.
The three hunters and the angel who just came back from clearing the dining room table stopped what they were doing for a few minutes to watch Beck beat the tar out of the steaks.
Beck thought of a "job" that was coming up for Sam and Dean; as she thought about this particular "job" a slow slightly evil smile crept across her lips.
"Care to share what's so amusing, darlin?" Bobby inquired.
"Job, coming up." Beck replied with a giggle, "One I plan to go with Sam and Dean for."
"You sure that's a good idea, Beck?" Sam asked with some reservation.
"Sammy, my love, there is nothing on this earth or in any reality that is going to keep me from it." Beck declared trying not to laugh gleefully.
"So what's so damn interesting, girl?" Bobby wanted to know.
Beck thought for a moment, she had planned on not giving future events away, but she decided this one if only given in a few pieces would be safe enough to reveal.
"Honestly, I want to see Sam chop Paris Hilton's head off with an ax for myself." Beck answered.
"Watch Sam do what?" Dean asked shocked and confused.
"Ok, it's not really Paris Hilton, but I hate the spoiled bitch, and it's the next best thing." Beck said maddeningly.
"Anything else interesting going to happen during this "job"?" Sam asked wanting to be somewhat prepared.
"If I'm correct someone gets, What do you call it Dean?, ganked by Abraham Lincoln, but I'd have to double-check." Beck told Sam.
"Ganked by Abraham Lincoln?" Dean asked incredulously.
"Yep, oh don't give me that face it's not really Lincoln either." Beck giggled.
"So what is it?" Bobby asked.
"Nope, that's all you guys get. You will just have to wait and see." Beck said firmly.
"Ur really not gonna tell us?!" Dean said his temper rising.
"That's right, mister. So you can bitch, moan, complain, yell, scream, shout, and act like a jackass 'till the cows come home if ya need to, but it won't change my mind." Beck informed Dean.
"I told you that he would not be happy about it." Cas piped up.
"So you did. Remember though I agreed with you and we discussed why he would act this way." Beck returned calmly.
"Yes, we did." Cas agreed, then asked, "Do you require anything else?"
"You can set the table. Sam, can you please get the dishes and show Cas what to do?" Beck requested.
"Sure Beck. Come one Cas it's easy as long as you don't break a dish." Sam said.
Beck smiled fondly at the pair, rolled her eyes, and shook her head.
"Anything else you need, hunny?" Bobby asked.
"Yea, could you or Dean go out to the Impala and get my bag please, Bobby." Beck requested.
"Sure thing, little girl." Bobby replied and then said to Dean, "Toss me the keys, boy."
Dean dug the keys to the Impala out of his jeans and tossed them to Bobby. Bobby caught them and wheeled himself out of the kitchen to the Impala parked outside his house.
"Thanks, Bobby!" Beck called after him.
"Anything else you want to be done?" Dean asked sulkily.
"Turn on the oven and put the potatoes in to bake if ya want." Beck said.
Dean looked at the oven and then at Beck.
Beck looked up from seasoning the steaks to see Dean staring at her with a frown on his handsome face.
Beck looked at the ceiling and smiled.
"Turn the dial for the oven to bake and then to the number three-fifty, Dean." Beck sighed with a small smile on her lips.
"Three-fifty, gotcha." Dean murmured.
Beck now grabbed the mixing bowl, cheese, measuring cup of water, and biscuit mix. She added all the ingredients into the bowl and then looked around.
"Oh, damn." Beck complained softly.
"What's up?" Dean asked.
"I forgot to have Sam get out a wooden spoon to mix this with." Beck replied.
"I'll get it." Dean said.
"Okay, thanks." Beck replied gratefully.
"No problem." Dean said opening a drawer and pulling out a wooden spoon.
"Here ya go." Dean said handing over the wooden spoon.
"Thank you." Beck replied a sing-song lilt in her voice.
Beck and Dean's fingers brushed each other as they exchanged the spoon causing a spark to run through each of them. Both felt it, neither was sure if the other had.
Dean and Beck fell just a little more for each other, without the other one even knowing it.
"Alright, the table's all set." Sam said entering the kitchen with Cas breaking the spell.
"Here's 'ur bag hun." came next from Bobby coming up right behind Sam and Cas.
"Great. Thanks again Bobby." Beck thanked Bobby for the second time.
"No problem, darlin." Bobby returned.
"So how'd setting the table go?" Dean smirked.
"We put the dishes on the table in front of each chair that is to be used." Cas replied confused as to how else it was supposed to go.
"Dean, stop picking on Cas." Beck lightly admonished.
"But it's so easy." Dean playfully protested.
Beck rolled her eyes at the hunter.
Bobby wheeled himself over to the fridge and pulled out a few beers. He handed one to Dean, held out one to Sam, and then popped open the last one for himself.
Beck looked up at the three hunters drinking their beers, frowned and huffed softly.
Apparently, these three had been raised without manners.
Dean looked up and saw the look on Beck's face.
Whoops!
"Wanna drink, Becky?" Dean asked offering her his bottle of beer.
"Thank you, Dean." Beck said accepting the beer from him with pointed politeness.
Beck took a drink of Dean's beer and handed it back to him.
Dean smiled, he had a feeling that given a chance Becky-Girl could knock back shots with the best of them.
Soon enough the potatoes were done and set on a plate. The biscuits were put into the oven. While the biscuits baked; Beck quickly tossed the salad.
"Sam, can you please put the salad and the baked potatoes on the table." Beck requested.
"Alright." Sam acquiesced picked up the bowl of salad, and the baked potatoes, and went to the dining room table with them.
Beck picked up the seasoned steaks, yanked a frying pan off the wall, went to the stove, turned it on, and began cooking the five steaks
Halfway through cooking the steaks, the cheese biscuits came out of the oven. They were slid into a basket and taken to the table, with great ceremony, by Cas.
When the steaks were finished Beck asked the three men and one angel to "please bring your plates here".
Cas, Sam, Bobby, and Dean each brought Beck their plates as requested.
Dean had an extra plate in his hand, Beck's.
"Thank you, Dean." Beck said putting Dean's and her own steaks onto their respective plates.
"Your welcome Becky-Love." Dean openly flirted.
Beck smirked at Dean's flirting, turned off the stove, took her plate from him, grabbed his free hand, and followed the others to the dining room table.