Carry On My Wayward Son!
(Chapter Ten)
The next few weeks were comfortably spent at Bobby's house. All three men were well-fed thanks to Beck's cooking. Beck divided her time between researching with Sam and studying the Grimoire.
When Beck was ready to practice a spell or two that she had been diligently studying. She'd grab the grimoire, the ingredients she needed, and head to a large area in the junkyard away from the house.
Dean was less than thrilled with Beck's insistence on pursuing this route. He took every opportunity to express it as vocally as possible. Sam although discouraging helped Beck look up symbols and means in certain spells she was unsure of. Although Bobby didn't cotton to the idea he understood and gave Beck the supplies she needed to practice, He also had been the one to show her the large area in the junkyard she could use to practice.
"Good evening, Rebecca." Cas said one evening showing up as Beck was finishing up making dinner.
"Hey there Cas, taste this for me would ya" Beck greeted holding out a wooden spoon of red sauce in front of Cas's mouth.
Castiel opened his mouth and allowed Beck to "feed" him the red sauce she was offering him.
"Well, how does it taste?" Beck asked, the angel removing the wooden spoon.
Cas shut his eyes as he tasted the sauce and allowed a warm smile to form on his lips.
"Here's the groceries you wanted Beck." Sam said coming into the kitchen with Dean, both laden down with paper grocery bags.
"Thanks Sam. Can you boys just set them on the counter for me?" Beck requested.
"Sure thing Beck." Sam replied, putting his grocery bags on the counter and moving out of the way for Dean to do the same.
"I'll have whatever Cas is having, he looks like he's just had a couple good orgasms." Dean wise assed enviously.
Beck threw back her head and laughed. Cas's eyes flew open, he swallowed what was left in his mouth, and whipped his head in Dean's direction in an attempt to glare at the hunter. Cas's reaction caused Sam to start laughing. Beck laughed even harder than she had been already.
Beck's laughter tapered down to giggles as she dipped the wooden spoon back into the saucepot and brought some up offering it to the still chuckling Sam Winchester. Sam's laughter died to a smile, he licked his lips slightly and opened his mouth for the offered wooden spoon with sauce on it.
Just like the angel before him, Sam shut his eyes and allowed the same warm smile to work its way across his own lips. Dean looked at both the angel and his brother with mutinous envy. Both had been fed, what appeared to be, orgasmic red sauce, and fed it by Becky.
"So do I get to try any of that stuff or what?" Dean groused.
"Sure, Beck shrugged offering Dean the wooden spoon instead of "feeding" it to him, just make sure you rise the wooden spoon and stir the sauce when 'ur done."
Dean took the spoon from Beck feeling irritated and heavily disappointed, Becky had "fed" Sammy and Cas.
What did he have cooties? She couldn't "feed" him the same way too?!
Nevertheless, Dean dipped the wooden spoon in the saucepot to taste whatever it was that was so damn special about this sauce. Dean brought the spoon to his mouth, opened it, and shoved the spoon in.
It was better than orgasmic, Dean now understood why both his angel friend and baby brother had closed their eyes and made the same face.
Sam and Cas looked at each other seeing the same expressions they had worn, after tasting Beck's sauce mirrored on Dean's face.
Beck, on the other hand, had missed the "orgasmic expression" her sauce seemed to affect upon Dean's face just as it had on Sam's and Cas's.
Beck, while Dean was tasting the sauce, had sailed to the back door and stepped out of it for a cigarette.
After Beck came back in from smoking her cigarette, she washed her hands and pulled out the groceries Sam and Dean had brought her from the store. She used them to finish making spaghetti and flavorful red sauce for dinner. Cas stayed for dinner once again and once again as with the times before she had cooked for "her men", it was a hit.
"So is everyone alright with fruit tarts for dessert?" Beck asked as she brought coffee into the living room.
"Tarts, really?" Dean asked a little skeptically.
"What? Dean all they really are, are small open-faced pies." Beck argued.
"Well ok then." Dean replied giving in.
"Gee, thanks for the approval, there mister." Beck returned.
Beck returned to the kitchen and started making the tarts. Sam joined her in the kitchen ten minutes later with both of their laptops. Beck looked over at Sam while he was setting up their laptops and raised an eyebrow in askance at him.
"I thought that this might be a good chance to get some research done, while you were working on the tarts." Sam said to Beck by way of explanation.
"Ok, yea sure Sam whatever's fine." Beck replied, pulling out what she needed to make the tarts.
"If you don't want to it's cool, just thought it might pass the time." Sam, back-peddled trying not to push.
"How bout you set up some music on one of those instead?" Beck suggested gesturing to the laptops.
"Yea I can definitely do that." Sam agreed to start up some music on his own laptop.
"Well, at least you and Dean have very different tastes in music, so I'm not stuck listening to Rock." Beck said upon hearing Sam's choice of music.
"Is it okay?" Sam asked Beck referring to his musical selection.
"Yea, it's great Sam. Like I said way better than dealing with Dean's old school greatest Rock hits." Beck replied with a slight roll of her eyes.
"What about you Beck? What kind of music do you prefer?" Sam asked watching Beck make tarts.
"Classical, Jazz, or Country mainly Sam." Beck replied.
"That's cool. Hey, you want some help putting those in the oven?" Sam asked noticing Beck was ready to start baking the tarts
"No, I got it Sam. Thank you though, nice to have a gentleman around." Beck smiled giving Sam a compliment.
Sam smiled at the compliment, it was nice to have someone appreciate his aptitude for social graces. Sam tried to concentrate on the research he was doing on his laptop, but it felt impossible with Beck in the room swaying her hips to the music as she put the tarts into bake.
"I'm glad I decided to make mini tarts instead of full-sized ones. Between Cas and Dean, there wouldn't be enough." Beck joked.
"Considering Dean and pie, I'd have to say so. Now Cas that has figured out food we may have problems." Sam chuckled in agreement.
"Well, it's better that it happens now instead of..." Beck started to say unguardedly but cut herself off realizing whom she was speaking to.
Sam looked at Beck with eager interest but thought it best not to push it. She had already made it completely clear that she was not going to divulge anything. If they got lucky what she did let them in on was either a slip or only as much as she felt they should know.
Fuck, but it was severely frustrating!
"Are the dessert things that Dean will not stop talking about done?" Cas asked joining Beck and Sam in the kitchen.
"Not yet, they'll be done soon Cas. Dean can just hold his horses." Beck smiled at Cas.
"I do not believe Dean owns any equestrian animals to hold, Rebecca." Cas said after a moment of confused thought.
Beck giggled and shook her head.
The timer on the oven "DINGed!" and the minute it did Dean stuck his head in the kitchen door. Beck and Sam turned to see the older Winchester pop in at the "DING!" Both started laughing their heads off.
Beck was giggling so hard that she couldn't get the oven door open. Dean rushed to the oven and saved the tarts.
Beck giggled even harder at the sight of Dean racing to save the desserts that she had to lean into Sam's arms for support.
Dean put the cookie sheet full of tarts down on the counter racks that were sitting out for the tarts to cool on, he then turned and witnessed Beck, literally, falling into Sam's arms.
Sam caught Beck with easy grace and smiled enjoying her amusement (as well as holding her). Dean looked at the pair saw red and felt green with jealousy that once again baby brother's arms were the ones she preferred to collapse in.
With the music still playing on Sam's computer and the need to show up his baby brother, as well as have Becky in his arms Dean turned up the volume on Sam's computer. He grabbed his Becky-love's hand and started dancing in the kitchen with her.
Beck stopped laughing immediately and felt a little confused as Dean, spun, swung, twirled, and danced her around the kitchen. As the confusion cleared, rather quickly, Beck got into the music and enjoyed dancing randomly around with Dean.
Bobby came into the kitchen wondering what was going on when at the moment he chose to enter the kitchen Cas had graciously asked Sam to dance.
Sam looked at Cas like he was nuts for a moment, then took his angel friend's hand and began to dance.
This had more than one practical result for the people in the kitchen.
"Yay Cas and Sammy!" Beck cheered with a giggle at the pair.
"Nice moves, Sammy! You too Cas!" Dean laughed enjoying himself.
"Thank you, Rebecca, Dean. This is actually quite enjoyable." Cas replied with a smile.
"When they came up with the term "dancing with an angel", I doubt they meant literally." Sam chortled enjoying himself.
"What the hell is going on here, ya look like a bunch of jackasses. You'd think that you idjits would know better." Bobby scolded, deciding to put an end to the odd scene playing out before him in his kitchen.
Everything but the music and the tarts cooling stopped. Dean, Sam, Beck, and Cas all looked at Bobby. The two Winchesters had sheepish expressions on their faces, like two little boys caught with their hands in a cookie jar. Cas wore an expression of befuddlement accompanied by a frown, he could not understand what there was to know better about nor how he resembled a donkey. Beck gave Bobby a hard look and turned her head to Dean who had dropped his arms from her and looked like a little boy being scolded. Beck shoved past Dean and the others, grabbed her laptop, and walked out the back door into the junkyard.
"Rebecca appears to be angry." Cas commented.
All three hunters looked at Cas with the same expression on their faces, this look clearly said "No shit dumb ass!" Shortly after Sam, Dean, and Bobby shot him this look all at the same time Cas left.
Beck spent the remainder of her laptop's battery life out in the junkyard away from Dean, Bobby, and Sam.
When Beck came in she began to pack up everything important that she may need while on the road.
After packing up her own things, she moved on to getting together and packing up Sam's things so he would be ready to go.
Dean found her while doing all this and asked, "What's up Becky? We going somewhere?"
"Yup." replied Beck, "Is there any laundry that you and Sam need to be done before I load everything into the Impala, Dean?"
"Don't think so Sam's pretty good about keepin up on the laundry. You got all yours done?" Dean returned.
"I own two changes of clothes in this world, along with a couple changes of underwear, socks, and three dress. All of which are clean so I'm good for clothes." Beck replied.
"Oh, so we gotta job?" Dean asked.
"Yup, and it involves James Dean's car so you should like it." Beck confirmed giving Dean something to hook his interest.
"Sounds good so what happened?" Dean asked his interest grabbed.
"A couple of James Dean enthusiasts claimed to have found his car "Little Bastard", a horrible name for a car if you ask me. Anywho they were planning on starting up the car; one was sitting in the car and the other went to get the video camera. While the other guy got the video camera he heard what sounded like the car starting up and taking off, then what sounded like a crash. So the video camera guy went to check on his friend. The car hadn't moved an inch, but the guy who had been sitting in its front seat had his head halfway through the windshield as if he had been in an auto wreck." Beck outlined for Dean.
"Little Bastard, seriously man that would be so cool." Dean claimed enthusiastically.
"Dean, focus." Beck admonished lightly shaking her head.
"Right, sorry that definitely sounds weird and just our kinda thing. So when do you wanna go?" Dean asked, coming back to himself.
"You're not going to make any objections to my going on this "job" with you?" Beck asked surprised.
"Nope, you found it. Besides you were right. How are you gonna learn how to protect yourself without some practical training." Dean replied easily.
"Really? Wow. Dean, you sure this isn't something you're just saying so I won't practice with the grimoire?" Beck asked unconvinced.
"Maybe a little, but hey... So after you've packed us up ya wanna hit the road?" Dean conceded a little.
"Yea sure that sounds good. Do me a favor though you tell Sam it's time to head out." Beck agreed easily, ignoring that Dean was still on her to about practicing with the grimoire.
"Yea, I can handle Sammy." Dean replied.
"Good. You can tell him about the job too, only do it after we're on the road." Beck stipulated.
"Gettin' kinda bossy aren't ya there Becky?" Dean teased willing to do what Becky wanted concerning Sam.
"Have to be "kinda bossy" with you two or Sam is a moody PMSing teenage girl and you are "Mister Control Freak". Beck sallied back.
Dean laughed at Beck's description of the pair of them. She was right in a way. Sam did have a tendency to sulk when he was upset and as for "control freak" if anyone but Beck or maybe Sammy had called him that he may have lain them out flat.
Beck finished packing up Sam's things and moved on to Dean's, of the three of them Dean had the least to manage and put together.
Beck loaded everything into the back of the Impala on the driver's side. All that was left to go in the car, so Beck, Sam, and Dean could leave, were the three of them as well as Beck's and Sam's laptop bags
.
Beck went back into the house and found Bobby. She sat down next to him and tried to think of what she wanted to tell him without giving away what lay ahead for him, the boys, Cas, and now, her.
"You look out for those boys missy and don't go doin anything stupid." Bobby said gruffly.
"I will and stupid kinda follows those two like ticks on a dog. Stay safe, old man, and don't go playing poker with strangers." Beck replied as warmly, without tearing up, as she could.
Bobby laughed, "Yea they kinda gotta genius for gettin themselves in messes don't they. I ain't goin anywhere without legs girl so ya needn't worry there."
Beck looked at Bobby for a few more minutes without saying a word. It seemed incredible to her how important he'd become to her in the short time she had known him.
Dean and Sam came into the room to let Beck know that they were ready to get going. Sam had both his own laptop bag and Beck's.
The Winchesters came over to Bobby to say their own good-byes, each gave the older hunter one of those dumb macho male half hugs and straightened up.
"If you two don't take good care of this girl, chair or no god-damn chair I will kick ur asses so hard you'll be sleeping on 'ur stomachs for the rest of ur lives." Bobby threatened by way of goodbye.
"Don't worry Bobby, we won't let Beck get hurt." Sam reassured with a smile.
"Yea, Becky'll be fine, no worries." Dean said firmly.
"I'll make sure they behave and don't kill each other before some monster gets a chance." Beck said to Bobby with a cheeky grin.
"You watch 'ur ass out there hunny. 'Ur not just watchin' anymore." Bobby warned, genuinely worried about Beck's safety.
"I'll be fine, just you remember what I said about strange men and poker, buster." Beck said with a small shake of her head.
Beck got up from her chair, leaned back down, and gave Bobby a proper hug along with a kiss on the cheek. She knew he was worried for her and for "his boys", but she also knew what he didn't, what lay ahead in this job.
Before long the Winchesters and Miss Lindsey were on the road. Beck sat in the backseat this time instead of being squished between Sam and Dean.
Although they were not going to admit it, neither brother cared for this arrangement. Truth be told they liked having Beck in the middle of the front with them.
After driving what felt like forever to Sam and seeing that Beck was asleep in the back he looked at Dean and asked, "So what's with this job?"
Dean turned his head quickly to look at Sam, then back to the road and replied, "Dude suffers a head-on collision in a parked car I'd say that's worth checking out."
Sam agreed but argued that the impending Apocalypse was more important.
Dean brushed it off as no big deal replying that "I'm sure the Apocalypse will still be there when we get back."
Again Sam agreed but continued to argue the point. Adding to the fact that the colt was still circulating.
Dean becoming slightly annoyed told his little brother, "We've been looking for three weeks and we've got bupkiss."
Sam argued again that if they were going to "ice the devil" they need-, here Sam was cut off by Dean who had finally had enough this was what they were doing and that was the end of it.
Beck who had only been half asleep heard the entire argument. She knew that Dean would dig in his heels if Sam kept going. She also knew why Dean did not wish to have Sam anywhere near the devil or talk to Sam about him.
"You need to tell him." Beck said sitting up.
"Morning," Sam said as cheerfully as he could manage though really glad to have Beck awake as it meant a possible ally.
"Who are ya talking to Becky?" Dean asked.
"Well really both of you, but when I said it, it was addressed at you Dean." Beck replied.
"As to the colt, you might as well give up on it entirely. It's not going to do you any good against Lucifer when you find it or him." Beck continued.
"You know where it is?!" Sam said jumping on Beck for information.
"I know who has it Sammy, but as to where they are with it no." Beck replied.
"Why won't it do us any good, Becky?" came from Dean, asking the more practical question for once.
"Because there are five things that Samuel Colt's gun cannot kill. Lucifer is one of them." Beck said sounding a bit as if she were reciting a lesson.
"Who has it?" Dean asked deciding to press his luck to see if she'd willingly give up more information.
"His name is Crowley, he's also a demon, and for the moment that is all you're gettin' outta me." Beck said with a weary smile.
It was not lost on Beck that neither one wanted to address what she wanted them to tell each other. Neither brother wanted to give up what they knew to the other for their own reasons. Beck decided to let it go.
The silence didn't drag on for long as Beck settled lay down trying to get some real sleep. This time as she did she heard mentions of training wheels and a sincere mention of a "fresh start" for both of "her men" together as a team.
"But now there is me too and no Bobby as a buffer like on their last job when we all met." Beck thought to herself as she fell asleep.
The Impala continued on into the night. The brothers trying to get comfortable with each other again.
The day they hit Canton, Ohio, the boys changed into their FBI attire complete with ID and badges, while Beck waited it out in the car.
Dean found out to his delight that it really was "Little Bastard", James Dean's car. To be certain the engine number would have to be checked. Both boys stripped off their coats and rolled up their shirt sleeves.
Given that Dean was acting like a high school boy with his first hard-on and that their was supposedly a curse attached Sam politely asked, "You want me to do it?"
"No, I got it." Dean replied thickly
Dean talked to the car as if she were a woman he was interested in, earning himself a strange look from Sam.
Dean lay down on the car roller and pushed himself under the car to check the number.
The car rattled a little bit causing Dean to become nervous, a moment later Sam was on his hands and knees peering at Dean. He asked his obviously nervous brother if he wanted a flashlight. Dean replied in the negative and basically told Sam to bug off.
Sam waited patiently for Dean above. As Dean tried to make a rubbing of the engine number, the car rattled again. Dean successfully made the rubbing and quickly got out from underneath the car, earning himself a "seriously?" look from Sam. He gave Sam the number and a ton of research to do along with it.
Both the guys came back to the Impala where Beck had been patiently waiting amusing herself on her own laptop.
"Lots of research to do." Sam told her.
"Wanna hit the bar with me Becky?" Dean offered to give her an escape from the research.
"No thanks, Dean. I'll go back to the motel with Sam, give him a hand. It'll be a lot more fun than watching you flirt with anything in a skirt that smiles at you." Beck replied sweetly.
While Dean was at the bar doing exactly as Beck had predicted, his cell rang it was Sam telling him what he and Beck had found. Turned out the car was a fake and they still didn't know what had killed the victim.
"He really is at a bar." Sam said to Beck after he hung up with Dean
"Yup, he got freaked out by the fake-o James Dean car, needed a beer." Beck replied with a slight chuckle.
Sam smiled he was glad that Beck had chosen to hang with him instead of Dean.
Another weird death took place this time there seemed to be no suspect for the police to follow. The Winchester boys knew better and so did their Beck. It also turned out the cop who was head of this investigation was an idiot on top of it.
This poor schmuck had been killed by Lincoln.
Something rang familiar for both the boys about this job, but neither could figure out it was. The boys found out about the wax museum, checked it out, talked to the museum director, and made their plans accordingly.
That evening Beck helped Sam pack the trunk for the job at the museum they had planned to do that evening. Beck knew it was a waste of time to pack these particular items but kept that knowledge to herself.
As Sam and Beck came back into the motel room to retrieve Dean they heard the end of his phone conversation, as it turned out, with Bobby. From the sound of it, the "fresh start" was a bunch of bull and all the blame was still being placed solely on Sam.
Sam tried to address this, but was brushed off by Dean with a "well this is as much of a fresh start as there is."
Hurt and a bit of anger accompanied Sam as he followed Dean out the door.
Anger and a general wish to strangle Dean accompanied Beck as she followed Sam out the same door and closed it.
They got to the museum and got ready to torch the stuff. Dean tried to be the jokester with Abe Lincoln's hat, but neither Beck nor Sam found it amusing.
Beck went with Dean to fetch James Dean's key chain, when they returned Sam was being attacked by Gandhi. Beck merely watched while Dean assisted Sam and burnt the glasses. It seemed to work. After the other items were burned the three of them went back to the motel and slept. In the morning Beck watched as the boys packed to go.
Neither Winchester commented on how Beck had stood there and done nothing the night before. They both knew she was aware of what to do during a ghost attack.
Beck went into the bathroom as the packing was being finished up. Sam expressed his doubts about what was going on. Beck came to the bathroom door and leaned against its frame with a smile on her face.
She listened as Sam finally told his brother what he had needed to say for a very long time.
Beck felt very proud of him. She also knew one key thing that was being forgotten.
While the Apocalypse was Sam's fault for letting Lucifer out of his cage, it was Dean's fault too for breaking the first steal and starting this rumpus.
Moreover in the end it was neither of their faults because all of this had been prearranged long before either Winchester had been born. Quite frankly both young men were simply a means to an end, tools.
Dean got a call, both the boys got back into their FBI outfits went down to the station, and listened to two girls freak about how their best friend had been taken by Paris Hilton. This was odd even for them and now they knew what Beck knew, there was no ghost. Sam did an autopsy and found strange seeds. They had found out about the Leshi and how to kill it.
An Iron Ax.
Just after Dean said, "Let's go gank ourselves a Paris Hilton."
Sam flashed back to a conversation with Beck some time ago about him, an ax, and Paris Hilton. Sam spun around and looked at Beck. She had a Cheshire cat grin on her face. She already had everything ready and waiting to go.
The three of them hit the museum again, this time with the late John Winchester's ax.
Beck stuck close to Sam and when the door to where the Leshi was hiding out was found Dean was signaled. They found the girl, she was alive but barely. Beck set to work on freeing the girl while behind her, unfortunately "her men" got wailed on. Beck was next,
she fought fairly well but ended up strapped to a fake tree just like Sam and Dean.
Beck woke up first, the Leshi walked over to her and said, "You worship God, but I can make do with your heroes. But why are two of them these two? They are the dumb-asses who kick-started the Apocalypse."
"Sam's smart, kind, and decent. Dean's loyal, strong, and brave they're good enough reasons for me." Beck spat.
The brothers were started in on next and just as the Leshi was about to transform itself into John Winchester; Dean broke free unfortunately he got his ass handed to him by Paris Hilton. Sam saved the day. Beck enjoyed every minute of watching Sam chop the bitch's head off.
Dean untied Beck. Beck ran over to the girl to help her.
It was over.
As the three of them were leaving there was a call from the idiot sheriff. Dean made a few jokes and the trunk was unlocked to dump some equipment.
Dean and Sam made up. They came up with a plan to fight back as equals.
Dean offered Sam the keys. Sam drove, Beck sat in front next to him, and Dean fell asleep in the back.
Beck smiled as she looked back at Dean, then turned her smile on Sam.
For the moment life was good.