Secrets!
(Chapter Nine)
"There is something I'd like ta know, Miss Becca." Bobby said as the three hunters, one angel, and one young woman from "elsewhere" ate their dinner.
"Yea, what's that Bobby?" Beck asked.
"Do I git out of this damn chair?" Bobby, only slightly, demanded.
Beck looked down at her plate, sighed, and made the decision to tell him what he wanted to know, but without details as to the how.
"Yes, Bobby walking and all." Beck replied with a soft sigh.
"When?" Bobby wanted to know.
"Soon enough." Beck replied, giving nothing away.
"That's all 'ur gonna tell me?" Bobby said, trying to keep the whine out of his voice.
"Fraid so." Beck said with another soft sigh.
"That's a nice dress Beck, it's new right?" Sam commented to change the subject.
Beck smiled at the compliment and glanced down at her new dress before she replied, "Thank you Sam and yes it is I got it today. Cas brought it to me."
"Baby blue suits you." Sam complimented.
"It's the blonde hair and gray eyes." Beck replied off-handedly.
"You'd look lovely in a potato sack, sweetheart. It ain't just 'cause of yer blonde hair or gray eyes." Bobby said gruffly.
Beck blushed at Bobby's compliment and sat in silence eating her salad thoughtfully while the men talked.
Cas watched when the color had risen in Rebecca's cheeks.
Surely the family she missed so dearly always let her know that she was an attractive female.
"Will you tell me more about your grandparents?" Cas asked Beck between bites of steak.
He was really enjoying the bloody red meat.
"Sure, which one do you want me to start with?" Beck agreed.
"Pop." Cas returned quickly.
"Pop?" Sam slightly chuckled.
"My grandfather, Fredrick Edward Lindsey. Pop to me and mother. Ed to every one his own age and Mam-maw." Beck explained to Sam.
"You have 'ur mamma's last name, not 'ur daddy's?" Bobby asked.
"That's right, never knew the man that helped mother make me. Only she knows who he is or was. She never even told Pop or Mam-maw my father's first name. She's certainly never mentioned who he was or is to me." Beck said matter of factly.
"That had to be hard, Becky" Dean said softly.
"Not really, you can't miss something you never had, Dean." Beck shrugged.
"You mentioned your grandfather teaching you how to shoot as I recall." Bobby said, cutting up a bit of his steak.
"Yea I did. Pop started teaching me how to use a gun at four years old. The first gun I ever shot was an old colt forty-five. By six Pop had entered me into every major shooting competition in Texas he could. Needless to say, Mother was not overjoyed with that." Beck giggled remembering her mother's reaction when she brought home her first shooting trophy.
"You're from Texas?" Dean asked.
"Yup, you got it, mister. The Lone Star State and proud of it thank you very much." Beck said with pride in her voice.
"I don't hear a Texan drawl in your voice though Beck. That's probably why it's surprising that you're from Texas." Sam said thoughtfully.
"That's probably because I haven't lived in Texas for years, Sammy-dear." Beck giggled teasing Sam a bit.
Sam smiled he liked it when Beck used the nickname "Sammy" for him. Sam had noticed that Beck had taken to calling Dean "Mister". He didn't think much of it.
"Did "Pop" also teach you how to hunt?" Cas asked.
"Animals, like rabbits, deer, quails, and other animals you eat yes. The kind of hunting Bobby, Sam, and Dean do no." Beck answered.
"What else would you and "Pop" do?" Cas wanted to know, never having a grandfather himself.
"Lots of things, Cas. Let me see Pop taught me to also fish, ride a horse, brand cattle, drink, drive a truck, and waltz." Beck told Cas.
"Brand cattle and ride a horse? Sounds like you grew up on a ranch, girl." Bobby said.
"That's probably because I did, Heaven's Gate." Beck said with a proud smile.
"You are not an angel. How is it possible for you to have grown up at the Gates of Heaven?" Cas asked confused.
"No, no Cas. Not the Gates of Heaven. Heaven's Gate is the name of my grandparent's ranch." Beck smiled correcting Cas's misunderstanding
"Did "Pop" name the ranch?" Cas asked still feeling slightly confused by its name.
"No, Mam-maw did which isn't really too surprising given what you know of her already Cas." Beck said to Castiel.
"From what I understand she is a woman of faith." Cas returned with a nod.
"She's my grandmother. Emily Grace Lindsey is the best baker in three counties. She's also the first one to remind everyone of that fact." Beck said with a shake of her head.
"She sounds like a very interesting woman." Cas commented.
"She certainly can be, but that's just part of who she is. She's Mam-maw so I don't worry about it." came another shrug from Beck.
"What about your mom Beck? What is she like?" Sam asked full of interest, never having known his own mother.
"Mother? Mother is... Well, I guess that's harder Sam." Beck said conflicted about how to describe her mother.
"How so darlin?" Bobby asked
"Well, mother can be distant I guess. Growing she mostly was there, but not there at the same time." Beck replied trying to explain her mother to the three men and one angel.
"So she wasn't interested in bein a mamma to ya." Bobby said, trying to get what Beck was trying to say.
"No, it wasn't that really, Bobby. I think it's because I remind her of the life she lead before me. Once when I was a little girl of six or so I asked her about my father. She looked at me with an odd look and said "You are so much like him Becca, you look like me, but you're his daughter." She looked like she was going to cry after that and I never asked her about him again." Beck confessed, trying to give the others some idea as to the complicated person her mother really was.
"So have ya ever really spent any time with the woman?" Bobby asked gruffly. feeling annoyed at this woman for willingly missing out on a wonderful daughter.
"Mother and I became closer as I got older, to be honest. She was more there than not after I turned fourteen. That's probably when we started to have a mother-daughter relationship." Beck said not feeling she had missed out on anything.
"What happened when you were fourteen Rebecca, that changed your mother towards you?" Cas asked.
"I have no idea, Cas. Maybe it was because I was older, maybe because I started reminding her more of herself. I really don't know. What I do know is that on my fourteenth birthday Mother took me all the way to the Black Falls for the first time. We had a picnic. We sat there and talked until the stars came out. She asked me about school, if I minded living with Pop and Mam-maw, and about boys mainly if I had a crush on anyone. She also asked me what I knew about sex. I remember I thought that was pretty funny. I asked her what she wanted to know and if I didn't know the answer she could always ask Mam-maw. She thought that that was pretty funny and laughed. Mother doesn't really laugh much. Mainly what she wanted to know about was the parts of my life she missed out on." Beck told Cas.
"Everybody done with dinner?" Beck asked wanting to change the subject, starting to feel emotionally drained from the Q and A about her family.
"Yup, it was delicious." Bobby complimented.
"Glad you enjoyed it Bobby." Beck grinned.
"Dinner was wonderful, Beck, thank you." Sam told Beck.
"Your very welcome Sam." Beck smiled at the praise.
"Thank you for my very first meal Rebecca. Is there any more?" Cas asked a bit like a greedy toddler.
"Your welcome Cas. That's it for the dinner I'm afraid though. If you like I can whip you up some dessert." Beck offered the angel.
Yea, dinner was good. Any chance of that dessert being pie?" Dean asked hopefully.
"Gee thanks Dean. Pie, seriously? Could you be any more predictable?" Beck answered rolling her eyes.
Beck pushed back her chair and stood up. She collected her own plate, then went around to each of the others, and collected their plates. She took them to the kitchen, scraped them, and put them in the sink.
"We can do the dishes, Beck. You did cook the dinner, so it shouldn't be a problem." Sam volunteered coming up behind Beck.
"No that's ok Sam-I-Am, I got it, it's no big deal." Beck politely refused.
"Sam is correct, you should not have to wash the dishes after making our meal." Cas agreed with Sam as he entered the room.
"If you would like to help me do the dishes Cas, that would be fine. Otherwise, you and Sam can take beers into the living room. Have a drink with Dean and Bobby," Beck stipulated firmly.
"I would be happy to assist you with cleaning the dishes." Cas agreed.
"Good, now that that is settled. Sam why don't you take a few beers to the living room for yourself and the other two, while Cas and I work." Beck said shooing Sam out of the kitchen
"Okay, Beck if you're sure." Sam reluctantly complied.
"Sure as houses, now scoot." Beck shooed Sam out again.
Sam laughed at Beck's "little mother" act and did as she wished taking his beer as well as Bobby's and Dean's to them in the living room.
"So any chance of that pie, Sammy?" Dean asked upon seeing Sam join them.
"You want the girl ta make you a pie after cookin yer dinner and clearing up, ya idjit?" Bobby asked incredulously.
"She and Cas are washing up the dinner dishes now so pie might take a while Dean." Sam chuckled.
"Ya tell 'er that we would help?" Bobby asked.
"I told her, but she blew me off. Looked like she was more interested in talking to Cas." Sam replied.
"Wonder what that's all about." Dean mused out loud.
The three hunters looked at each other, each took a casual pull at his beer, then each exchanged a look again, and they headed for the kitchen. The main aim was to find out what interesting conversation was transpiring between Cas and Beck. The three hunters arrived in the kitchen just as Cas and Beck were saying goodbye. The dishes looked done, it sounded slightly like Cas was promising Beck something, and disappeared. A "ding" of a timer went off.
Beck whipped around at the sound of the "Ding" and asked the men, "Who wants pie?"