Poker Face!
(Chapter Thirteen)
Beck sped herself up to reach the boy's motel room door. She stepped in the doorway to see what looked like someone's granddad, in a bathrobe standing next to Bobby, and she knew was Dean Winchester.
"Yea, either of you wanna tell me what happened?" Sam asked without seeing Beck.
"Bobby's an idiot, that's what happened!" Dean replied gesturing at Bobby with a cheeseburger in his hand.
"Ain't nobody ask ya to play." Bobby shot back.
"Right, I shoulda just let you die." Dean said sarcastically back with a mouthful of cheeseburger.
"And for damn sure nobody asked you ta lose." Bobby continued as if Dean hadn't spoken.
Sam looked up and saw Beck closing the door. He smiled and said to her, by way of greeting, "It's like "Grumpy Old Men."
Beck giggled at Sam's comment as Dean and Bobby chorused, "Shut up, Sam!"
"If you two jackasses are quite finished yelling at Sam and at each other." Beck said sternly.
"Hey there Becky, didn't hear you come in." Dean said trying his best to be charming.
"Here's a tip, flirting with a younger woman at your age is either creepy or cute. Nothing else mister." Beck replied rolling her eyes.
"I take it you're pissed, huh?" Bobby asked.
"Your damn right I'm pissed! I distinctly remember telling you to avoid strange men and poker. Did you listen? Of course not! Since I'm only old enough to be your daughter and know what's ahead for this little family, I must not be worth listening to!" Beck fumed in reply.
"Becky, don't be too mad. We'll figure it out." Dean said trying to calm Beck down.
"Oddly enough Dean, you're not one of the people I'm pissed off at." Beck replied, taking a deep breath.
"He's not?" Sam asked a little confused.
"No, you and Bobby have made it to the top of my shit list at the moment Sam. Congratulations! I know I asked you to keep an eye on him. To not let this very thing happen. Dean has spent way too much time looking out for your ass! It was your turn and you fucked up!" Beck ranted.
"Now calm down little girl, you don't git why I did what I did. Even if you know why Dean did what he did." Bobby interposed trying to save Sam from a severe tongue lashing.
"Oh yes I do, Mister Bobby Singer. Since no one appears to give a shit when I do tell them something, I'll let you fill these two in on it later!" Beck snarled turning her anger on Bobby.
Dean groaned and grabbed the arm of the chair behind him.
He sat down in the chair and moaned, "I'm having a heart attack."
Sam frowned and looked worried.
Beck rolled her eyes and looked at the ceiling.
Drama Queen!
"No, you're not." Bobby said exasperatedly.
Dean exhaled a sigh of relief, then still in some pain wheezed, "What is it?"
"It's acid reflux, guys your age can't digest certain foods. You're gonna need to put down that cheeseburger." Bobby told him.
Dean looked at his cheeseburger, felt extremely annoyed, and put it down.
Sam looked between the two men, then at his brother, and smirked.
Well, good. It wouldn't hurt Dean to lay off his usual artery-clogging diet anyhow.
Dean looked miserable.
Beck felt a little sorry for Dean and said, "Cheer up Dean, acid reflux is basically just severe heartburn. It's not life-threatening just annoying."
"Thanks a lot, Becky." Dean grumbled.
"Anytime." Beck replied with a smile.
"So you wanna keep bemoaning or you wanna talk about solving this little issue of 'urs. It's gotta be the chips." Bobby said.
Beck knew what was coming next, she also knew that they were wrong. The chips were just that poker chips with unusual designs on them. The power was in Patrick, not the chips.
Since no one had bothered to heed her last warning Beck didn't trouble herself to issue another. Instead, she grabbed her bag and went to the bathroom for a shower.
There was a knock on the bathroom door two minutes after the shower stopped running.
"Yea?" Beck called out.
"You coming with us, hunny?" came Bobby's voice from the other side of the bathroom door.
Of course, just give me five more minutes and I'll be ready." Beck told Bobby.
"Ok." Bobby replied.
Five minutes later Beck watched as Dean, unsuccessfully, attempted to flirt with the housekeeping maid. His attempt at flirting reminded her of her own grandpa who did the same thing when faced with pretty young women. She thought he was adorable.
This assessment pushed Dean's ego to also assert that he was dangerous.
The housekeeping girl laughed indulgently.
The housekeeping maid spotted Beck and said with a smile, "Your grandfather is cute. I've got one just like him."
Beck smothered (with great difficulty) a laugh that was just dying to burst forth.
Luckily she was able to pull off an amused smile, without it turning into more, and said, "He is cute, isn't he? He was a stone-cold fox when he was younger, seems to think he still is."
The housekeeper laughed and replied, "Don't they all."
Bobby and Sam had also witnessed Dean's strikeout with amusement.
"Can we just go?" Dean asked feeling slightly annoyed and rather defeated.
Soon afterward the four of them found themselves in Bobby's van playing stakeout. They watched as Patrick walked right into traffic (on purpose) and promptly got hit.
After witnessing this Sam and Beck were properly horror-struck even when Patrick got up seemingly unhurt and took off with the poor schmuck, who hit him, car.
"I gotta say I kinda like the guy." Dean said with an admiring grin.
Bobby looked slightly impressed as to how Patrick had pulled it off but wisely kept his mouth shut.
Sam still had the grace to look shocked. Beck was completely appalled and it crossed her mind to smack Dean upside his head, hard.
They found where Patrick was staying, the number of his suite, and waited until he came out. Once he had taken off, in his newly acquired silver rag top, the four of them got out of the van and headed into The Statesborough.
Sam pushed Bobby, while Dean opened the doors, and Beck followed quietly behind.
When the four of them had reached the lobby Sam let go of Bobby's chair and let him do it himself.
Bobby looked up and sighed annoyed, "Well, I'm out."
Hanging on the elevator doors was a sign that read "ELEVATOR OUT OF ORDER: SORRY FOR THE INCONVIENCE ~The management
Sam turned and looked at Bobby trying to give him a "What can you do?" look. Bobby looked back at him with a frustrated look that clearly replied, "I don't know."
"I'll stay with Bobby, you two take the stairs." Beck told Sam and Dean.
"You sure you're going to be ok?" Sam asked.
"Yea, why wouldn't I be? I've got one of the best hunters right here to protect me if something goes wrong." Beck smiled in return.
"Alright, we'll be back quick as we can." Sam replied placing a kiss on Beck's forehead.
"Yup, get going Sammy, and don't rush Dean on the stairs." Beck replied fondly.
The two Winchesters walked off towards the North stairs. Beck couldn't be sure, but it seemed to her that Dean had aged a bit more and rapidly too. This could turn into a serious problem very quickly if they didn't hurry to fix it.
"Poor Sam." Beck lamented softly with a sigh of amusement.
"Why poor Sam?" Bobby asked her.
"Oh, he's going to come back with the Clap." Beck stated as a matter of fact.
"Ur kidding, how does the boy manage that?" Bobby inquired with amused curiosity.
"They are gonna get caught. It's Sam's punishment for trying to steal, lock picking the door, and breaking into the room." Beck replied managing a straight face.
"Dean get a punishment too?" Bobby asked his voice starting to waver with laughter.
"Nope, Patrick will tell them what Dean's up against is punishment enough." Beck told Bobby.
"Yep, poor Sam." Bobby chuckled.
"Told ya." Beck replied.
"So you done being angry with me, Missy?" Bobby wanted to know.
"For now until you pull the next dumb shit move. Then I'll be angry with you all over again. Don't worry I'll get over it." Beck told him.
"It ain't like you think hunny. I'd genuinely forgotten about the warning you gave me when ya left. I hate this damn chair." Bobby said.
"I know you do and I don't blame you. I know it's not fair and it feels like you're not you anymore." Beck said gently.
"You have no idea what this feels like little girl! I don't want 'ur damn pity!" Bobby lashed out at Beck.
Beck suppressed a whimper, that would have brought on tears if she hadn't. It wasn't pity she was offering Bobby, but empathy. She genuinely loved the stubborn old goat.
She also did know what it felt like, at one point in her life Miss Rebecca Lindsey had been stuck in a chair very much like Bobby's and paralyzed.
What Beck was unable to suppress though was a look of hurt across her lovely features. She looked away from Bobby in an attempt to hide them, but it was too late he'd seen it and felt guilty.
Bobby knew the girl hadn't meant any harm. He knew that she was trying to make him feel better, but damn it he saw nothing to feel better about. Now to make matters worse he had injured a young woman he loved like a daughter.
The Winchester brothers reappeared, Sam walked kind of funny and looked extremely uncomfortable. Dean looked highly amused and a bit full of himself as always, just with an old man's body.
Beck was more than happy to see them. She was no longer up to dealing with Bobby, so she turned her entire focus on Sam. She stayed close to him, rubbed his back, and tried to give him as much encouragement as she could.
Poor Baby.
The four of them climbed back into the van and went back to the motel room.
Bobby slept in his chair. Dean slept in his bed. Sam slept in his. Beck opted to sleep on the floor instead of next to Sam like she usually did.
She did not pick this option because she was worried she would contract Sam's STD, but because she saw at once that Sam sleeping peacefully tonight wasn't going to happen.
Nobody blamed her or said anything about her decision.
Beck was the first one up in the morning, the floor had done very little for her in terms of beauty sleep. She spotted the keys to the Impala quickly after rising.
Beck stretched, slid on her shoes, borrowed Dean's leather jacket, quickly as well a quietly scooped up the keys to the Impala, and quietly left the motel to retrieve breakfast. She was confident that she could be back before the others woke up.
Unfortunately, when Beck came back with breakfast everyone was awake and in a tizzy over where she had gotten to.
"Oh, for pity's sake don't be so melodramatic. I went and got everyone breakfast. I didn't go to the moon without leaving a forwarding address. Yesh!" Beck said exasperated at their worry.
"Well, ya coulda at least left a note." Dean rasped.
"Oh hush and eat your pancakes, mister." Beck shot at him.
"This is great thanks Beck." Sam said, thoroughly enjoying his steak, eggs, and loaded hash browns breakfast.
"Your welcome Sam-I-Am. I figured after having dealt with that last night you might need a pick me up breakfast." Beck replied.
"Your cooking is better darlin, but it's nice that you went and got us breakfast." Bobby said.
"Thanks, Bobby, is what I picked out for you ok?" Beck asked him.
"Girl, although I do like your food better. I ain't gonna say no, to ham steak, toast, and sunny-side-up eggs." Bobby said cutting into his ham steak.
"I'll have to remember that." Beck grinned.
"Why did they get tasty breakfasts and I got this!" Dean demanded.
"This, as you put it is pancakes, fruit, and scrambled eggs. You have acid reflux, Dean! What?! You wanna be doubling over in pain again?!" Beck reprimanded him.
After breakfast, they cleaned up, grabbed what they needed, and decided to head out to the van and the Impala. They took the elevator down to the parking lot tunnel and started to go up the ramp.
Bobby on the other hand had a little trouble with his chair and was forced to say exasperatedly, "Hey, a little help here!"
Both the Winchesters turned around. Sam quickly went over to Bobby and assisted him.
Beck had made it to the top of the ramp and had not bothered to turn when Bobby called out. She knew Sam would push him up the ramp, which he did.
"Ya know I still think I should play." Sam said when they reached the top.
"No, no, you're not good enough. I'm better, Bobby's way better we both lost." Dean said trying to put the kibosh on this little plan.
"Exactly." Bobby agreed.
"So what...so what I don't even get a say in this anymore?" Sam asked confused and slightly hurt.
Dean tried to reason with Sam using age as a factor.
Sam pointed out that he had seen Dean hustle plenty of pool and poker games before and that Dean was thirty. Dean shut up, for a minute.
"Knowing the game is not enough Sam, it's not about playing the cards..." Bobby started to tell Sam.
"It's about playing the other guy, I know that." Sam finished for Bobby.
"Well hooray for you, all I'm saying is I've played this guy, I know his style, and I can take him." Bobby told Sam.
Sam turned away from Bobby becoming very irritated with the man who had always been like a second father to him. Sam's gaze fell upon Beck who was standing on that side of him. Beck offered Sam an "I know he's being unreasonable" smile and rolled her eyes. Sam smiled at her and felt himself calm down just a little.
Dean argued that Bobby did not have enough years to play with. Bobby argued that he had enough. Sam interjected that if Bobby lost again he would die.
"So what if I do, huh?! What exactly am I living for, huh?! The damn Apocalypse! Watchin men die bloody while I sit in this chair! Can't take a step to help 'em." Bobby went off.
"Bobby..." Dean tried.
Bobby cut him off with, "No no. It's the facts. I'm old and I'm broke down and I...I. Ain't. A. Hunter. No. More. I'm useless and if wasn't such a coward, I'd have stuck a gun in my mouth the day I got home from the hospital!"
Dean looked at Bobby and looked away in pain.
Sam looked at the older hunter and told him he was not playing again; he wouldn't let him. Sam told both Bobby and Dean they would figure out another way out of this.
"Becky, you ok?" Dean asked noticing how quiet she had been during all of this.
Beck blinked at Dean, tears pooling in her eyes yet refusing to fall just yet. Sam turned to her and tucked a stray hair behind her ear for her.
Beck looked down at Bobby and snorted.
Bobby looked up at Beck and saw the anger on her face.
With cold hard eyes, Beck looked at Bobby and said, "Selfish son of a bitch!"
Beck did not wait for anyone to reply, she strode to the Impala got in, fired her up, and took off.
Dean watched as Becky took off with his baby and he found, strangely enough, that he wasn't mad.
Beck swore a blue streak in anger at Bobby while she drove. Didn't he get what he meant to the three of them? Didn't he get how much they needed him? God damn it, how could he not get how much they all loved him?!
Sam and Dean were right there was no way that he could play again and survive.
Beck also knew that in the original history Sam played against Patrick and won. But this wasn't the original history and Beck knew if they didn't hurry Dean would be that much closer to a fatal heart attack.
"Sorry Sam, I'm playing not you." Beck said out loud knowing he couldn't hear her.
Beck found Patrick easily since she knew where to find him.
"Excuse me please, but are you Patrick?" Beck asked politely.
"I am and what can I do for you, love?" Patrick asked.
"I would like to play for seventy-five years, please." Beck replied cutting right to the chase.
"Seventy-five years, that's an awful lot sweetheart. Mind me asking why?" Patrick replied a little stunned.
"Well, fifty of those years belong to my friend, Dean. I want to win them back and I understand the buy-in is twenty-five. So I would have to risk seventy-five, correct?" Beck replied making sure the wager was right.
"You've got it darlin. Can you play at all?" Patrick wanted to know.
"Honestly, no. I've been taught the rules several times before and I can never keep them in my head. Even when I'm playing." Beck responded honestly.
"Does Dean know you're here?" Patrick asked.
"Not yet and when he does he'll most likely be pissed off with me. It doesn't matter though." Beck answered.
"You're in love with him, aren't ya pretty girl." Patrick guessed.
Beck did not want to confirm her feelings for the notorious "ladies man", but it occurred to her that if she did Patrick would be willing to play with her for that very reason.
"Yes, very much. I don't want to lose him. I know the rules. You can't just give me what I want and trying to take them is a dead end. So, if you'll play me, I'll win them honestly." Beck said softly.
Beck's gamble paid off.
"Come with me." Patrick told her.
"Thank you." Beck replied.
Patrick led Beck to the room where Dean had cashed out Bobby and lost fifty years of his life in one go.
"Have a seat. Now as you know my name, would you be kind enough to tell me yours?" Patrick requested.
"Rebecca Lindsey. I have one further request if you don't mind." Beck asked calmly, seating herself where Patrick had indicated.
"Do you now and what might that be pretty Rebecca?" Patrick asked, curious what else this lovely young lady wanted from him.
"The initial wager is seventy-five years, but I would also like one poker chip on its own if you please." Beck said making her request.
"One poker chip without the years attached ya say?" Patrick confirmed.
"Yes, that's right. I want it to remind me, a symbol if you will." Beck explained.
"A symbol? Well, if it's a chip ya want feel free to choose. You can have it right now before we play." Patrick said obligingly.
"No. Thank you, but no. I want to earn it. It will mean more that way." Beck politely refused.
"If you insist, darlin. Ready?" Patrick said easily.
"As I'll ever be." Beck returned with a smile.
Patrick explained the rules of the game to Beck slowly and carefully. He had her repeat them back to him, which she did.
Patrick repeated the rules once more for her and once more required that she repeat them back to him, which she again did.
Patrick repeated the rules a third and final time to her and one last time requested that she repeat them for him.
One final time Beck, though confused, did as her host asked.
After she had finished repeating the rules for the third time. Patrick said something in a different language that Beck had never heard before, but somehow oddly understood what he said.
"Last time pays for all." Beck repeated Patrick's words in English.
"Very good, now don't worry love. That was just a wee spell to help you remember the rules of the game. Now let's play." Patrick informed her.
"Thank you. Yes, let's." Beck agreed.
Patrick pulled out the chips, stacked up the amount Beck requested, placed his hand above the chips, and said the spell to turn them into years. The game started.
Beck was nervous because this was a huge deal. The life of the man she loved hung on its outcome. She felt strangely confident as well as at ease in Patrick's company.
After a while, Patrick smiled at her and said, "You're doing quite well love, you've got about five years you've won there."
Beck chuckled softly and said, "Five down, seventy to go."
Patrick laughed appreciatively at Rebecca's spunk, the young woman was certain to give it everything she had. Patrick found himself hoping she would win, just a little.
"Is it really hard to learn? Magic I mean." Rebecca asked Patrick as they played.
"Can be depending on what type ya wanna learn. Why do you ask Miss Rebecca?" Patrick replied curiously.
"I have this book, a grimoire. I've been trying to learn how to do the spells in its pages to protect myself." Beck explained.
"A worthy goal. How are you coming along with it?" Patrick asked enjoying the conversation, most people didn't say anything and tried to concentrate on their cards.
"Very slowly to be perfectly honest with you. The first spell I tried, I ended up burning a tennis ball size hole into my friend Bobby's living room floor." Beck confided.
"I bet when he found out he wasn't so happy about the burn on his floor." Patrick snickered amused.
"Not especially, but hey at least it was on a wood floor not a carpeted one." Beck said with a shrug.
Patrick laughed he really did like Miss Rebecca. She was funny and warmhearted.
The game progressed as did the conversations. Rebecca and Patrick touched on a wide variety of subjects including history (a favorite for Rebecca). Beck found herself almost wishing that this game wouldn't end, it had been a while since she had held such great conversations.
Both were laughing when Sam came in to challenge Patrick to a game of Poker.
"I'm sorry, Sam. You'll just have to wait your turn behind this lovely lass. It may be a while as we're having such a good time." Patrick told him.
"Beck, what the hell are you doing?!" Sam demanded.
"Learning to ice skate in the middle of summer! What does it look like I'm doing, you ding-dong!" Beck admonished Sam.
"You can play even less than I can." Sam said.
"Patrick helped me to remember the rules." Beck replied.
"You've also just won your initial buy-in back, Rebecca. If ya want we can stop here. You can walk away with no more to lose." Patrick offered.
"Do it Becks, then I'll play and we'll have a better chance of saving Dean." Sam urged.
Beck's eyes hardened and her back stiffened at Sam's words.
So she was useless and good ole Sammy had to come to the rescue?
To hell with that!
"No thank you, Patrick. I've still got fifty more years left to win." Beck refused Patrick's offer to quit politely.
"I thought that might be your answer." Patrick replied.
They continued their game. Sam left, presumably to tell Dean and Bobby what had happened. When Sam returned Beck had won thirty-eight years. Just a little over half the number of years she had wagered.
"How about a break? You're doing really well for a first-timer Rebecca. I imagine you want some fresh air and a cigarette about now." Patrick offered.
"Yes, please. I'm probably going to get my aunt fanny chewed out." Beck agreed with a small giggle.
Patrick smiled and waved her away to have her smoke outside. What Beck didn't see and what Sam didn't think Patrick saw (but he did), was Sam stealing a used toothpick of Patrick's from the poker table.
Once outside Beck dug in her purse for her cigarettes and her dragon lighter.
"Becky, what the hell were you thinking?" Dean rasped angrily walking up to Beck.
"That you look ridiculous. That I'd rather have you back to your normal handsome self I suspect." Beck replied flippantly, lighting up a cigarette and taking a drag.
"How many years did you wager?" Dean wanted to know.
"Seventy-five. Had to. You bet fifty and the buy-in is twenty-five." Beck replied.
"Aw shit Becky, you're twenty-two if you lose you'll be a woman of ninety-seven at twenty-two. You'll die god-damn it!" Dean said furiously.
"I was already aware of that, thank you. Try not to freak out too much, Dean. I've already won thirty-eight years, I'm a little over halfway." Beck replied calmly, halfway through her cigarette.
"I hope that's due to beginner's luck." Dean grumbled.
Beck rolled her eyes and asked, "How's the old jackass holding up?"
"The old "jackass" is horrified that you're playing the he-witch and ain't none too happy about it." Dean replied.
"Tough shit! He'll just have to get over it,won't he." responded Beck.
"I get why you're pissed off, Becky. Just be careful and don't lose." Dean said as gently as he could manage.
"I know you do and I won't. Just wait and see you'll be your usual "stone cold fox" self before you know it" returned Beck warmly.
Beck flicked the remnants of her cigarette onto the ground and crushed it out with the heel of her new leather boots. She then called Dean back to her side. She gave him a quick kiss, told him it was for luck, turned on her heel, and quickly reentered the pub. Reentering the room where she and Patrick were playing, ready to start up where she had left off.
Beck sat down opposite Patrick and waited.
Patrick looked at her and said, "Is this what your Sam was after? 'Cause the toothpick he took, I never touched. I don't like cheaters or liars."
"What? What are you talking abo-" Beck started to question but was cut off by what felt like an invisible hand choking her to death.
Patrick's girlfriend yelled at him to stop, that she had given them the reversal spell, and that the girl had, had no previous knowledge of it.
Patrick released his hold on Beck, looked at her, and apologized for hurting her.
He did not like her "friends" making a fool of him; doing so had put her life at risk.
Beck nodded her understanding, she could fully appreciate that, since she had nearly had the life choked out of her.
From that point onward there was tension between the two players and the friendly banter as well as conversation that had filled the room earlier was gone.
Beck knew Dean was running short on time she could feel it. Patrick did not taunt her with it as he had Sam in the original history. She could see by the looks on his and his girlfriend's faces that this needed to be won or lost within the next few minutes or winning wouldn't matter at all.
"All in." Beck said risking everything she had won and what she still had.
"You sure about this Miss Rebecca?" Patrick asked.
"Yes." replied Beck.
Patrick flipped over his cards for her to see. He bowed his head, sorry that he had won.
Beck smiled at seeing Patrick's cards and flipped over her own so he could see that he had lost.
"Patrick!" his girlfriend exclaimed.
Patrick looked up at Beck's hand and his face broke out into a huge smile.
She had beaten him honestly, fairly, and without him letting her.
Good for her.
"Here ya are Miss Rebecca seventy-five years as promised. Congratulations, you should be really proud of yourself." Patrick congratulated Beck.
"Thank you, I am." returned Beck, watching her chips burn-in satisfaction knowing that Dean would be ok now.
"I still owe you one poker chip, Rebecca." Patrick reminded her.
"I remember, thank you. May I please have one of the deep red ones?" Beck requested.
Patrick opened the box that held his poker chips and extracted a single deep red poker chip. He placed the poker chip in front of himself and closed up the box, then set it off to the side.
Patrick then placed his hand over the poker chip and empowered it.
Beck watched Patrick feeling concerned.
Was he planning to curse her for winning?
Patrick saw the look of worry on Rebecca's face and smiled.
"It's not cursed Rebecca, only charged. When you need it this single poker chip may end up being a great help to you other than a mere symbol. Think of it as a gift from one magic user to another." Patrick told her.
"Thank you, who knows maybe one day we'll meet again. Though I may just buy you a drink instead of requesting a game." Beck smiled gratefully taking the chip.
"I look forward to it. Good-bye, Miss Rebecca Lindsey, it's been a pleasure." Patrick said.
"Goodbye Patrick and thank you for the game." Beck replied.
Beck walked out of the pub and found that it was morning. She remembered seeing a jeweler's shop when they were following Patrick. Beck got in the Impala and headed for the jeweler's shop. She parked right outside of it, got out of the car, and went in.
"Excuse me please, Beck said to one of the employees, but do you do settings?"
"Certainly miss, what is it that you want to be set?" the employee asked.
Beck opened her hand, showed him the poker chip, and said, "I'd like to have this set in a gold circle with a chain to match if it's possible."
The employee looked at her with a frown, but said, "Certainly miss, I can do that for you."
"Thank you, Beck replied handing over the chip, how long will it take?"
"Not too long. If you're willing to wait twenty minutes or so." the employee answered taking the chip.
Beck nodded indicating that she would wait. While she waited for her order to be filled Beck perused the shop's collection of jewelry. It was in a tall older display case where she found something that caught her eye.
Beck knew instantly that she would buy it and who it was meant for.
Twenty minutes later the poker chip was set just as Beck had requested and a lovely chain had been selected.
"There you are miss., the employee said handing it to her, then asked, Will there be anything else?"
Beck smiled, nodded her head, and pointed to the display case she had been looking at earlier that housed the item she wanted to purchase.
The jeweler shop employee came over to the case and Beck showed him exactly which item she wanted. The case was unlocked and the item was taken out.
Both Beck and the employee went back to the register where the requested item was put into a box. Beck's purchases were rung up. The amount was steep, but Beck didn't even bat an eyelash at the cost. She pulled out her credit card, handed it over to the cashier, signed the piece of paper he gave her and took her purchases. She thanked him for his help and left the store.
Back in the Impala Beck put her new necklace around her neck, started up the car, and went back to the motel. Once she was back at the motel Beck made her way to the room where "her men" were at. She opened the door, upon reaching it, and walked in.
Beck looked at the three of them and smiled. All three there are safe and sound.
"Sam, go get a booster shot unless you wanna keep dealing with that shit." Beck told Sam with a smile and a shake of her head.
"Ok, Beck. Nice necklace." Sam said and headed out the door.
Beck shook her head again and swatted Sam on his rear end as he headed out the door.
Men!
"Dean, haven't you learned your lesson yet about too many cheeseburgers?" Beck asked rolling her eyes at him.
Dean looked at the cheeseburger in his hand, she was right. Dean tossed it in the garbage can.
"Way to go, Becky." Dean told her.
Dean then walked over to Becky pulled her into his arms and held her for a minute or two. Beck was a bit shocked it faded rapidly though and she allowed herself to snuggle into Dean's embrace just for that minute or two.
"I'm sorry I swiped the Impala." Beck murmured against Dean's chest.
"I'm actually glad you did, just don't make a habit of it ok?" Dean replied.
Bobby cleared his throat and said, "Come on let's get the van loaded up."
Beck and Dean separated, looked at Bobby, then back at each other. They both knew something had to be said first.
"We need to talk first." Beck told Bobby.
Beck grabbed Dean's hand, looked at him, and indicated that he go grab a couple chairs. Dean let go of Beck's hand (reluctantly) and grabbed the chairs, and placed them near Bobby. The two of them sat down in the chairs and looked at Bobby.
"What?" Bobby asked the pair suspiciously.
"You want to say something first or should I?" Beck turned to Dean and asked sweetly.
"You go ahead, you're getting really good at telling people off." Dean returned playfully.
"Why thank you, Mister." Beck grinned.
"If you two are done complimenting each other, will you git it over with whatever it is?" Bobby groused.
"I wouldn't be getting an attitude with me if I were you, Bobby. Just because I'm being polite and am in a fairly decent mood does not mean I'm not pissed off with you." Beck warned.
"I'd listen for a minute, Bobby. She's not exactly someone to cross these days." Dean said backing Beck up.
"Thank you, Dean." Beck thanked Dean for his support.
Beck turned to Bobby and said in a deadly quiet voice, "Don't you god damn ever let me hear you talking about putting a bullet in your mouth again. Ending your own life is being a coward! What exactly are you living for?! Really? Are you so god damn selfish that Sam, Dean, and I aren't enough reasons alone for you! News Flash here: We. Love. You. Do us all a favor and get your head out of your ass! You are in that chair because you wouldn't let a demon that was possessing you kill Dean. How is that a bad thing? For the record while we're at it I have been in a wheelchair before, I have been paralyzed before and yea I know exactly how that feels! You're not useless! You will walk again it's just gonna take time, so quit fucking bellyaching and deal with it! Without the pity party!"
Dean looked at Beck who had started to cry and gave her a sympathetic smile.
Dean turned to Bobby and said, "She's right ya know, Sam and me ain't really got much family left. Hell Becky here is stuck somewhere without any. We're all she's got in this world and I can't take losing another family member so don't you ever let me or her hear you talk like that again."
"Thanks." Bobby said to Dean.
"Yup, you gonna be ok while I start loading up the van and the Impala, Becky?" Dean asked.
Beck wiped her eyes and nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
Dean rose to his feet and turned to Beck. He took her hands, and gently pulled her to her feet. Beck looked at Dean confused and wondered what he was up to. Dean smirked at Beck's confusion, then pulled her back into his arms and kissed her.
Beck kissed him back, deciding not to question it.
Dean broke the kiss, grinned at Beck, and said, "I thought you had earned a kiss this time."
Beck laughed and watched as Dean left the motel room to load up the van along with the Impala.
"I'm sorry, honey. I hate this chair and most days I hate myself. Don't repeat this to them boys, they'll think I've gone soft. I love you three too." Bobby said to Beck once her laughter had stopped.
"Just don't go anywhere on me old man and we'll be just fine." Beck replied.
Bobby nodded and gestured for Beck to come down to his level. Beck did as she was bid as she had when they had first met and he had mopped up the blood on her head.
Bobby pulled her into his lap and hugged her tight.
Beck returned the hug and started to tear up a little again. Beck pulled back from the hug. Bobby saw the tears and grabbed a bandanna from his pocket to wipe them away, just as he had the blood when they had first met.
Beck climbed off Bobby's lap and gathered up the rest of the things left in the motel room. Bobby took some from her and together they headed out the door.
"There is something I gotta know girl." Bobby said as they entered the elevator.
"Yea what's that?" Beck as she pushed the button to take them down to the parking lot.
"How the hell did you manage it girl?!" Bobby demanded.
"Beginner's Luck." Beck grinned with a shrug.