More Than Miles!

(Chapter Eleven)

"Hey, Sam, Dean. I'm gonna take off. I'll see you boys in a bit, but I think I'm gonna go check on Bobby." I said one morning after my shower.

"What? Beck why?" Sam asked beating Dean to the punch.

"Do you remember the odd case you guys were talking about while you brushed ur teeth together this morning?" I asked.

"Ya, what about it?" Dean asked probably upset that I was going to cut and run (judging by the tone in his voice).

"I can't watch you two and Cas go after a kid no matter what he is, it isn't his fault what he was born." I said agitatedly.

"Wait a minute, what are you talking about Becky?" Dean asked sounding seriously confused.

"The girl who got clawed. She was made to do it to herself. Not on purpose or anything the kid has no control. If I go with you guys on this one there's gonna be trouble we can't avoid. I already know what Cas plans to try and do to this little boy. I'm sorry, but I won't give Cas even a chance to. Even if it means trapping him." I said my voice becoming thick with emotion.

"What is it that Cas wants us to do Beck?" Sam asked with a frown.

"Eliminate him." I said in a stony voice.

"You mean to tell me that Cas is gonna try to convince us to gank some kid? Why?" Dean asked looking a little horror-struck.

"Yea he will. The child is an Antichrist." I replied softly.

"A what? What's an Antichrist?" Dean asked.

"Antichrist is a child who is half-demon and half-human. According to what I understand, from sources, you are already aware of. Lucifer will use these children as weapons in the war." I replied heavily.

"How is that even possible?" Sam asked looking shocked and flabbergasted.

"If I remember correctly these children are a result of a woman becoming pregnant by a demon while being possessed," I said softly.

"You mean to tell us that there are demons out there not only stealing women's meat suits but raping them too?!" Dean demanded furiously.

"As ugly as that sounded, yes I suppose that's exactly what I'm telling you." I said feeling more than a little disturbed by Dean's description.

"Well, that is what it sounded like Beck. So...did or do we actually kill this kid?" Sam asked trying to be gentle about his question.

I knew that they wouldn't, but I just couldn't tag along for this job. My being there had changed things in the previous job, not a lot but things had changed. Me being around had also changed, for good or ill, the dynamics of how the boys worked. I couldn't take the chance of my presence being what made the guys do exactly what Cas wanted.

"In the I don't exist or never came into your lives version of this nightmare? No, you didn't. You weren't even going to attempt it you were trying to save the kid." I told Sam.

"So why are you wigging? If we ain't gonna gank the kid, why the hell do you need to bail?" Dean demanded starting to sound pissed.

I whirled around, my face severely contorted with anger, and growled at Dean, " I don't want to get into it with Cas, Winchester! Contrary to popular belief I do actually give a shit about what happens in this stupid has-nothing-to-do-with-GOD-war. But there is just some shit that I ain't gonna be around for. So kill the god-damn control freak bull shit!"

The whole room had gone completely silent, neither of the guys had ever seen me this disturbed or truly angry before. Dean and I had gone back and forth before, but this was different.

"Give me your blackberry for a few minutes, Becks?" Sam quietly requested.

I took a couple of quick strides to my purse and pulled my blackberry out of it.

"Here Sam." I said tossing it to him with a normal tone to my voice.

"Thanks." Sam replied at normal volume.

Sam sat down on the bed he and I generally shared, with my phone and his own. I tilted my head to the side and watched as it looked like Sam was programming some numbers into my phone. I smiled indulgently at the younger Winchester brother. I had a really good idea of what he was up to.

It's funny for me to think of Sam as the younger Winchester brother since Sam is three years older than I am.

"I don't want you takin' off." Dean said sullenly.

I turned, gave him a hard look, and said, "Tough."

"Dean." Sam said in a firm voice.

Dean looked at Sam, understanding seemed to pass between the two of them. No more was said in opposition to my going.

Sam walked over to me with my blackberry and gave it back to me.

"Every number that's in my or Dean's phones are programmed into yours. If you need help all you have to do is make sure your blackberry's charged. Call if you need us." Sam told me.

"I will Sam don't worry so much. Try to keep Dean away from male witches who play poker ok?" I requested.

"I'll do my best, but I'm pretty sure I don't even wanna know why." Sam chuckled.

"No you don't, trust me." I replied sliding my eyes towards Dean.

"So you're gonna head straight to Bobby's and we'll call you when the job's done?" Sam inquired hopefully.

"I plan to check on Bobby, yea Sam. I don't know if I'm going straight there or not." I replied honestly with a raised eyebrow.

"What do you mean you don't know if 'ur goin straight to Bobby or not?" Dean demanded.

"Just what I said, you going deaf Dean." I snarled throwing my things into my bag and starting to get angry again.

"So what ya just planned to hitch and eventually wind up at Bobby's is that it?" Dean stormed.

"Something like that, yea pretty much." I replied trying not to get pissed and go off again.

"At least let me get you a ride, Beck." Sam offered, trying to keep the peace between Dean and me.

"Sure Sam, whatever you want." I said to Sam trying to calm my ass down for his sake.

"You're probably going to need these then if 'ur hitting the road." Dean finally said.

"Need what?" I asked confused.

"Here." he said dropping a department store shopping bag in front of me.

"What's this?" I asked eyeing the bag suspiciously.

"They're for you." was the only reply I received.

"Okay." I said with a raised eyebrow.

I stalled my exit in favor of looking in the bag to see what "Mr. Sulky-Pants", usually Sam's job title, had gotten me.

I dove into the bag; the first thing I pulled out was a pink top with straps.

It was really cute.

I dove into the bag again. This time I pulled out a black denim skirt.

I smiled this was also really cute.

I glanced this time into the bag; low and behold there were still more clothes to fish out.

This next time I pulled out a superman tank with matching boys-shorts.

The bottom of the bag contained a new hairbrush, hair pretties, five pairs of socks, two pairs of fishnet stockings with cute little bows on the top (that is so classically Dean), and the most gorgeous pair of black leather boots I had ever seen in my life.

I put everything on my and Sam's bed, walked over to Dean (who was pretending he hadn't been watching me), and made him turn around to face me.

"I love them, thank you." I told him, unable to remember why I had been angry with him in the first place.

"Yeah well... You needed clothes." Dean replied, trying to brush off my thanks.

"Fishnet stockings Dude, really?" Sam asked as he inspected my new clothes.

Dean looked sideways at me, looking for worlds like he was trying to gauge my reaction to them.

My face broke out into a huge smile and I tried very hard not to laugh. I had meant it when I said I loved the clothes, fishnet stockings and all.

"I think that they rock, Sam. It was a great choice, Dean." I said to one, then the other.

"But when are you going to need to wear them, Becks? They're sorta impractical and she isn't a porn star or a hooker, Dean." Sam asked me and reproved his brother.

"I'll wear them the next time I see you guys, Sam, and I think the last thing Dean thinks I am is a porn star or a hooker." I told Sam with a confused frown.

"Thank you." Dean said.

"For planning on wearing the fishnets or my opinion of you?" I asked, looking at Dean with my head slightly tilted.

"Both and make sure you're careful on 'ur way to Bobby's, however long that takes." Dean answered returning to his normal bossy self.

"I will be, don't worry about me. Try and focus on the job." I told as gently as I could without becoming vexed with him.

An hour and a half later I was sitting in the passenger seat of a stranger's four-door Mazda p-o-s heavily, missing Baby, Dean's Impala, and the two men I had, voluntarily, left to do a job I just couldn't be there for.

The stranger, one David Phipps by name, was a nice enough guy who was mildly chatty and got me as far as halfway to Bobby's without incident.

When I bid Mr. Phipps goodbye, he bade me be careful. He also told me to make sure that I phoned my boyfriend and his brother as soon as possible.

What the hell had Sam told that man?!

Boyfriend?!

I had just started walking, hoping to catch another ride fairly quickly when my blackberry went off.

I looked at the caller id and saw that it was Dean.

"Hey, Dean, what's up? Are you and Sam ok? How's the job going?" I asked answering the phone.

"We're good Becky. You were right about this case turns out the coroner found that the girl did do it to herself. The job is definitely strange. No sign of Cas yet. How far are you to Bobby's?" came Dean's rattling of information and question from the other end of my phone.

"Don't worry Cas will show, told you so about the babysitter, strange is kinda your thing, be nice to the kid as I know you've already met him at least once, and I'm about halfway to Bobby's place." I rattled back trying to smother a laugh.

"Halfway, huh? That's good, that guy Sam found a lift for you with give you any trouble?" Dean wanted to know.

"No, no trouble he was nice as could be just dropped me about fifteen minutes ago as a matter of fact. Do me a favor? Tell Sam that the next time I see him he is sleeping on the floor." I replied, instructing Dean to relay to Sam that I was annoyed with him.

"Dude, what did you do?" Dean asked Sam.

"What?" I heard Sam in the background ask back.

"Aw, man Becky you should see his face." Dean chuckled.

"If you take a pic with your cell and send it to my Blackberry, Dean I will be able to." I replied rolling my eyes.

"Dude, let me talk to her." came from Sam in the background again.

"No way. Call her on your own cell." Dean retorted.

This kind of bickering went on for the next five minutes or so. At first, it was rather flattering and kind of funny to listen to the two of them fight like preschoolers over who got to talk to me on who's phone. By minute number seven it was just irritating, so I hung up.

I started walking and hitching after hanging up on the boy's bickering.

Forty-five minutes of walking (and hitching) later a car stopped and actually pulled over.

The driver got out and to my shock as well as pleasure I saw Ellen Harville for the first time in person.

"Ya need a ride, hun?" Ellen asked me.

"Yes, ma'am I'd really appreciate it." I replied, as polite as I had been brought up to be.

"Well come on, throw your bag in the trunk and hop in. You can ride shotgun with me as my daughter is passed out in the back seat." Ellen informed.

"Great, thank you so much, ma'am," I replied feeling elated.

I could hardly believe my good luck, both Ellen and Jo Harville!

Whatever God there may be He had given me a really big thrill today.

Thank you!

I put my bag in the trunk of the car like I was told to do, walked around to the passenger's side front door, opened it, got in, and closed the door.

The car started again and we were off.

"So where ya heading to hun?" Ellen asked me.

"Sioux Falls, South Dakota. To my friend Bobby Singers' place." I answered without reservation.

"You know Bobby Singer?" Ellen asked surprised.

"Yea, Bobby, Sam Winchester, and his brother Dean saved my life. We've been together ever since." I explained to Ellen.

"You know the Winchester boys as well, huh. So why ain'tcha together now?" Ellen asked.

"I don't know if you'd believe me if I told you everything," I replied hesitantly.

"How 'bout you give it a try. My name is Ellen Harville, by the way, and Sleeping Beauty in the back is my daughter Jo." Ellen said.

I liked her more than I did when she was just a character on a TV Show.

"I'm Beck, it's nice to meet you Ellen. Thank you for the ride I really do appreciate it." I introduced myself.

Ellen turned her head to me (briefly as she was driving) and smiled oddly. I was guessing it was because of my name, most people seem to find it odd.

"Nice to meet you Beck and your welcome about the ride. We'll take you the rest of the way to Bobby's." Ellen said.

"You don't have to do that. I don't want to put you outta your way." I said not wanting Ellen to put herself and Jo out for me.

"It's no problem, hun. What do you say we wake Sleeping Beauty, get something to eat and you can tell both Jo and me that unbelievable story of yours." Ellen returned.

Damn! I thought I had successfully turned the subject away from the wacko that recently become my life.

Apparently not!

"Okay, sounds good." I replied deciding to admit defeat rather than carry on a losing battle.

"Alright then, so is Beck short for something hun?" Ellen asked conversationally.

"Yea, it's short for Rebecca." I replied.

"Rebecca's a nice name." Ellen said.

"Thanks, but I just generally go by Beck. Rebecca always sounded too old-fashioned for my taste." I replied with a slight blush.

Ellen laughed and then said, "Beck it is."

"What's a Beck?" came a groggy question from the backseat.

"I'm a Beck." I replied turning around to face the backseat.

"Um..hi I'm Jo. I'm gonna go out on a limb here and guess you were hitching when mom picked you up." Jo said sitting up.

"Yup, you guessed it. Nice to meet you Jo." I replied.

Jo was now fully sitting up; she yawned and stretched out.

Jo turned her attention to her mother and asked. "Are we gonna stop for some food anytime soon?"

"As soon as we find a decent place to eat now that you're up Sleeping Beauty." Ellen replied.

"Well Sleeping Beauty is now awake and she is hungry ma, so let's find some food." Jo asserted.

"Alright honey hold on." Ellen laughed.

After half an hour more of driving, we found a decent enough-looking greasy spoon called "Miss Flora's", I could smell the trans fat from the parking lot.

At "Miss Flora's" we were seated by a trailer trashy looking waitress, who insisted on popping her gum. She took our drink orders and disappeared. Thanks be to whatever God there is 'cause she was getting on my nerves.

Unfortunately, I offered my thanks either a little too soon or a little too late, because "Trailer Trash Waitress Barbie" reappeared with our drinks just as we cracked our menus open.

"You girls ready to order?" TTWB asked impatiently.

"We need a few more minutes, thanks." I replied for the three of us with frosty politeness.

Jo snickered as TTWB retreated in a huff.

Ellen looked at her daughter sideways with an eyebrow arched and offered me a half-smile.

"Sorry." I apologized to Ellen.

"No need hun." Ellen replied and then said to Jo, "You behave, girl, you've been a waitress before."

"Yea, well the Roadhouse wasn't anything like this place. Besides if I looked and acted like that to customers you would've had my butt in a sling." Jo replied without apology.

"Damn straight girl." Ellen told her daughter.

The three of us laughed, picked up our menus again to browse what we would like to eat, and made our selections. Our menus had barely touched the table when TTWB was back again and still popping her gum.

I was ready to shove that damn piece of gum down her throat.

"So are you ladies ready now?" TTWB demanded of us.

"Yup, all ready to go. I'll have the deluxe cheeseburger with waffle fries." Ellen told TTWB.

TTWB turned to Jo next to get her order.

"I'm gonna get the chicken fried steak with coleslaw and mashed potatoes." Jo said giving her order to TTWB.

"What kinda bread do you want with that?" TTWB wanted to know.

"Butter roll with be fine." Jo replied sweetly.

TTWB narrowed her eyes at Jo for a moment then turned her attention to me.

"I'll just have a grilled chicken salad and the fruit cup." I told her holding out my menu for her to take.

TTWB yanked the menu away from my outstretched hand and whisked Ellen and Jo's menus out from underneath them. TTWB then stormed off to put in our orders.

"Yesh, what a bitch." Jo said.

Ellen and I just nodded our agreement with Jo's assessment of TTWB.

"So, how about that unbelievable story, now that Jo is with us you won't have to tell it twice." Ellen said to me.

I began my long narrative of how I met Bobby and the Winchesters starting with the night I got off work. Jo and Ellen listened with attentiveness and without interruption.

I was interrupted however by TTWB with our food just as I had come to when I was packing up the boys and my gear to kill the Leshi/Paris Hilton.

Ellen and Jo looked more than interested in what I was going to tell them next and I could tell that they had a few questions.

Thankfully Ellen is a very polite person. Jo was kind enough to follow her mama's example and wait for my narrative to be over before asking any questions.

With the arrival of our food though came the suspension of my story in favor of eating. Instead of taking the opportunity to grill me on future events, Ellen asked about Bobby's health, how he was doing stuck in a wheelchair, and if the boys were getting along any better since the shit hit the fan.

I answered that they were well. I also thought to mention that Bobby was still a bit depressed about the whole wheelchair situation and I suspected he might try something dumb.

"Which is why you're on your way to check on him." Ellen concluded.

"Pretty much." I agreed.

I finished my grilled chicken salad, which wasn't very good the chicken was oily and the salad was wilted. I hoped for better from my fruit cup, which I ate with my fingers.

I picked up where I had left off about the Leshi/Paris Hilton. Jo looked like she wished she had been there to see Sam chop off "Paris Hilton's" head with the iron ax. When I noticed her envious looks I made sure to give as many details about it as possible, including Dean getting his ass handed to him by "Paris Hilton", and the blood that was sprayed all over Sam's face after the head was off. I also included the fact that Sam rubbed Dean's face about getting his ass handed to him by "Paris Hilton."

Jo seemed to love every moment of it. I was glad I had given so many details. All too soon I came to recent events and the reason behind why the boys and I were separated. I concluded my tale with Ellen picking me up while I was hitching to Bobby's.

Ellen and Jo seem a bit stunned by all that had passed and yet on Ellen's face, I saw the same look she gave Jo and the boys. I was away from my own mother, I needed a mom's guidance, she would step in.

I loved her for that.

TTWB came over to our table to finally give us our check and take our dishes (turns out listening to a story with mass blood and head-chopping can make you lose your appetite) without bothering to ask us if we wanted anything else.

Thank God we didn't!

I'm sorry, but the bitch was just plain rude and downright nasty.

UGH!