Hero!
(Chapter Fourteen)
Beck was sitting in the motel waiting on the guys to show back up and tell her what was going on with this recent case.
From what Beck could tell Wellington, Ohio was just another boring town in Anywhereville USA. The fact that a man had been killed under mysterious circumstances though made the most interesting town in the U.S. at the moment.
The local cops were crying bear attack.
Yea sure, cause bears followed people for that long and killed them like that without claw marks.
Idiots!
As Beck waited she watched the ending episodes of Season five of Supernatural. It was strange to have that advantage available to her. She was sincerely hoping, with how far away Judgment Day was she could find a way to keep both the guys safe. She turned off her media player as the credits began to roll. They were never very interesting, sometimes they showed a sneak preview of "the road ahead". Most of the time they didn't, so she didn't bother with it this time.
Dean and Sam came walking in the motel room door. Beck looked up and smiled. She had been thinking that of all the motels they had stayed at so far, while this one may not be the nicest it was the cutest.
"So what's the deal? What was this poor schmuck killed by?" Beck asked.
"The Incredible Hulk." Dean said with a completely straight face.
"Bana or Norton?" Beck replied with only the blink of an eyelash.
Dean turned, looked at Sam, and laughed softly. Sam's face broke out into a grin and he shook his head.
"Dean asked the same thing when the widow told us." Sam explained.
"Oh ok, so..?" Beck asked rotating her hand at the wrist, trying to get some information out of them for once.
"Turns out it was Lou Ferrigno Incredible Hulk." Dean replied smiling a little weirded out.
"The old TV show Hulk, huh?" Beck asked lightly.
"Yup." Dean said.
"One of us needs to go check out the house for clues while the other does research." Sam said to Dean.
"Yea, that sounds good." Dean agreed.
"Excuse me, hello, hi there, remember me? What the heck am I doing?" Beck asked indignantly.
"You can stay and do research or go check out the site too, Becky. Take your pick." Dean replied giving Beck a guilty smile for talking like she wasn't there with Sam.
"Ok, so who's doing what?" Beck wanted to know.
"Sammy why don't you go check out the house this time. I'll stay here doin the research." Dean offered.
"Alright sounds good. Becks you wanna come with me or stay here with Dean?" Sam asked.
Beck tilted her head for a moment and considered. Generally, she stayed at the motel unless both guys were checking out a site then she went too. She and Sam were usually the research team and did most of that kind of work together. Fieldwork was almost always Dean's thing. But now Dean was staying in to do research and Sam was going out for fieldwork.
Decisions. Decisions.
"I need to get out of this motel room, the lime green and "That 70's Show" look of this room is making me nauseous. Let me put up my hair. I'll be ready to go in a minute, Sam." Beck decided.
"No rush." Sam grinned.
Once Beck disappeared into the bathroom Dean took his chance to glare at Sam.
He was feeling a bit jealous that, once again, Becky seemed to prefer his baby brother's company to his own.
Sam smiled back at his brother's glare as innocently as possible. He loved it when Beck came or stayed with him. Whatever her reasoning was didn't really matter too much to him.
Beck came out of the bathroom and as she passed Dean to join Sam, she noticed the pout on Dean's face.
"Dean, something wrong?" Beck asked.
"Nope, I'm good." Dean replied.
Beck rolled her eyes she knew that tone in Dean Winchester's voice. It was a tone that clearly said "I'm going to pout and stomp my feet like a pissed-off three-year-old, but I'm not gonna tell you why!", needless to say, Beck found it vexing.
"You want us to bring you back a couple tacos and a coke?" Beck asked hoping that it would do as a pacifier.
"Two steak tacos, huge fountain coke, and pie." Dean stipulated.
"Of course, how silly of me must always make sure there is pie." Beck cracked with a roll of her eyes.
Sam shook his head and said, "See ya later bro."
"Later Sammy." Dean returned.
"I'll meet you at the car, Becks." Sam said turning to Beck.
"Ok Sam, I'll be there in a minute or two." Beck replied sharing a look with Sam that said "My turn to deal with the toddler."
Sam went to the motel room door, opened it, looked back at Dean, shook his head, and headed for the Impala.
"What kind of pie do you want?" Beck asked Dean.
Dean shrugged and replied, "Surprise me."
"Is there a reason for the cranktastic attitude or are you just trying to make your daily quota of annoying me?" Beck asked with a long suffered sigh.
"Oh, I figure it's bout quota time since you and Sammy get along so well. Someone's gotta keep you guessin'." Dean wise assed back.
Beck raised an eyebrow at Dean's statement, but it was his tone that shed light on what the problem was. Dean was jealous of his little brother, plain and simple.
Why was he jealous, because Beck's time on the job was usually given over to Sam.
Beck smiled at this revelation and then huffed out in exasperation and annoyance.
If Dean wanted more of her time why hadn't he just said so?!
Honestly, Men!
Beck pulled her Blackberry out of her purse and tapped Sam's name, it rang only once before Sam answered.
"What's up Becks?" Sam asked from his end of the phone.
"Change of plans Sammy. I'm gonna stay put and give Dean a hand with the research. Find out how we got The Incredible Hulk "icing" people for me will ya?" Beck informed Sam of the plan change.
"Ok, Becks whatever you wanna do. Do you want me to still grab food?" Sam replied easily, understanding immediately how happy this change of plans would make his big brother.
"No, it's fine Sam-I-Am. I'll drag "the toddler" down to the local diner and get us all food in a bit. He can pick out his own dang pie." Beck slightly giggled.
"Alright Becks, see you two in a while then." Sam replied.
"Yep, see you then. Bye Sam." Beck said and ended the call.
Beck slid her phone into her purse, slung her purse over the back of the chair opposite Dean, and moved it next to him.
"Okay, mister what do you wanna do first grab some food or research this "bear attack"?" Beck asked.
Dean grinned. Becky was staying with him and she was willing to go get pie, at the moment life was sweet.
"Food first, then research." Dean grinned.
"Okey dokey sounds good to me." Beck replied with a smile of her own.
A few minutes later the pair were on the sidewalk heading away from the motel in search of a diner that did take-out. They found one after half an hour of searching that they could agree upon. They went in, placed their order, waited for their food, got it, paid for it, and headed back to the motel.
"I can't believe it took us an hour to find a place to get food and bring it back here." Beck bitched as she and Dean walked in the motel room door.
"Yea, usually we have the car, which makes it a lot faster." Dean agreed setting down the take-out bags on the table.
"No, I can't believe it was so hard to find a decent restaurant that we could agree on." Beck laughed.
Dean laughed too. Generally, he and Becky had similar tastes in food, but since his heart attack scare, they both had been cautious of his diet.
Beck pulled out Sam's food and stuck it in the fridge. Dean grabbed theirs and set up near the laptop to work as well as eat.
The two of them sat down to work and have something to eat together.
Soon enough they stumbled upon the information they were looking for. Shortly after they had, Sam returned.
"Hey." Sam said upon entering the motel room.
"Find anything?" Dean asked.
"Hi, Sam. Dean, we really need to work on your manners. "Find anything?", really that is not the proper way to greet someone." Beck admonished Dean.
Sam laughed softly, leave it to Beck to get after Dean for something like proper greeting etiquette.
"Hello Becks, Sam greeted with a smile, and yea I saw the house."
"And?" Dean asked waiting for Sam to continue.
"And there is a giant eight-foot-wide hole where the front door used to be, almost like a..." Sam said unable to finish his sentence.
"A Hulk-sized hole." Dean finished for him.
"Yay, we have comic book hero's running around killing people and the weirdness just keeps on coming." Beck grumbled.
Both Winchesters turned and looked at Beck in amusement, she had a point.
"So what did you two turn up?" Sam asked.
Dean told him that it turned out that this guy was a regular "Hulk" himself telling him about spousal abuse, public incidents, and court-ordered anger management classes.
Sam found it a bit ironic that a well-known hot-head took out a local well-known hot-head. Dean agreed it was fishy. Sam put two and two together out loud saying it made sense. Dean wanted to know how. Sam told how he found at least five candy bar wrappers at the site. He produced them from his pocket and set them on the table.
Dean put what Sam was saying together and came up with the same conclusion.
The Trickster.
Dean grimly said, "Good, I've been wanting to gank that mother since mystery spot."
Sam asked if that was really a good idea, it might be more prudent to ally with the Trickster instead as they could use his help.
Dean disagreed the guy had killed him several times. He had forced Sam to relive it over and over again. Besides, it wouldn't work to make alliances with monsters.
The brothers argued for a minute more and in the end, Dean agreed to try it.
Beck felt alarm bells going off in her head, but couldn't remember what it was that was setting them off. She was certain it had to do with this particular job and the Trickster himself.
Damn, what the hell was it?!
The boys came up with a plan to wait until the next murder happened and then pounce.
Beck was not a fan of this plan. She did not think that they should wait around until some poor schmuck bought it on what someone else considered justice.
Sam agreed it wasn't ideal, but it was the best that they had at the moment. Beck still protested, but let it go instead of worrying about why she couldn't place this particular case when she should know it. Dean quietly agreed with Beck, but more on the premise that he wanted to kill the son of a bitch than anything else. Soon enough the boys' police radio went off. It sounded like The Trickster had struck again.
The three of them loaded up the Impala and went to the warehouse where all the craziness was supposed to be going down.
When they arrived no one was there, this was supposed to be a murder site.
Where the hell were the cops?!
As they headed into the building to check things out Beck's memory kicked in and she cried out, "Dean! Sam! Wait! Stop!"
*SMACK!*
The door swung shut. Too late, now they were trapped.
Dean, Sam, and Beck found themselves as characters in Dean's soap opera "Dr. Sexy MD". Dean was loving it and trying not to drool. Sam and Beck were less pleased.
Beck was cussing herself out for not remembering sooner.
Sam got himself slapped by a mellow dramatic nurse who told him he was a "brilliant, brilliant coward".
The three of them roamed around the hospital looking for a way out, Dean pointing out who each of the characters was as they went. The realization that Dean adored this soap opera dawned on Sam. He found it amusing. Beck was already aware of it. She found it more obnoxious than funny at that particular moment.
A few minutes later the hero of Dr. Sexy MD, Dr. Sexy himself was strolling up to them. Dean was trying very hard not to act like a teenage fangirl, failing miserably at it, but trying nevertheless. Turned out Dr. Sexy was not really Dr. Sexy, but the Trickster.
Sam tried to reason with him, but Dean had been right alliances with things like him just didn't work. The Trickster made a deal with the three of them. If they played the game and he'd let them out. The boys didn't understand and were given no information as their "host" had disappeared.
Beck had a pretty good idea that she did know what this pain in the ass was up to and she didn't like it. At first, the boys were pissed and fighting against the scenario the three of them had been placed in.
Sam almost got slapped by the same nurse with the same line, again. He dodged it this time and asked, "What the hell?"Sam tried to tell her he wasn't a doctor and that none of this was real. She had a meltdown and became mellow dramatic all over again.
Dean tried to do the same thing with a patient, going so far as to lose his temper. All that did was get him shot.
Beck watched neither playing along nor fighting back. It was only after Dean got shot that she took her role as head hospital nurse seriously. She assisted Sam in saving Dean from his life-threatening gunshot wound.
Just as Sam started to, with Beck's assistance, operate the channel changed.
The three of them were now trapped in what appeared to be a (bad) made-for-TV horror movie. Sam and Dean appeared to the heroes. Poor Beck gained the role of the damsel in distress. They were in some sort of abandoned psychiatric hospital where one gruesome inmate still lived and fancied himself a game show host in a game of life or death.
"Hello boys, we're gonna play a little game." The apparent villain/psychopath told them.
"Like hell we are!" Dean shot back.
"Oh, are you sure about that? What do you think honey, think you can convince "your men" to play?" Mr. Wacko said turning to Beck.
A bright light came on over Beck's head and the boys saw her clearly. All the poor girl was wearing was her superman tank and matching boy shorts.
As an added bonus it appeared that Beck was hanging from a meat hook, attached to the ceiling, bound with rope at her wrists and ankles.
Luckily there was no gag.
"Um...guys do me a favor and figure this out quickly because this is so not any fun." Beck called out trying to keep the fear out of her voice.
"What do we have to do?" Sam asked.
"Whatever is written on the cards, Sammy-boy." the nut job hissed.
"What's the first card say?!" Dean demanded.
"Lucky you big mouth, you get to go first. Here are three needles, one brings death, one brings sleep, and the final one will earn you your sought kiss. Chose and stab her with it." the psychopath told Dean.
"Are you nuts! I'm not gonna stick Becky with anything that could potentially kill her!" Dean yelled in response.
"Too bad. Sorry, darlin looks like you pay the price." the psycho crooned at Beck.
Before Beck had time to ask exactly what the price was supposed to be, three sharp whip cracks came down hard and fast across her back. The blows happened too quickly for Beck to keep from crying out. After it was over Beck felt grateful that her hair had fallen on her face to hide it from "her men".
"Oh god, Becky! I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" Dean cried out moving towards her.
"No, no, no, Prince Charming is forbidden to take one more step. Unless he'd like to see his princess earn another punishment." the loony giggled.
A moment later a door off to the side swung open and there was Cas.
"Where have you three been? You've been missing for two days!" Cas demanded, walking towards the Winchesters.
"My hero, but how bout getting us outta here first and getting explanations outta us later if you please!" Beck sang out.
"Rebecca, that looks severely uncomfortable. I'm getting you three out of here!" Cas declared, turning to observe Beck's current predicament.
Suddenly Cas disappeared in a blur of faulty vertical hold and pixels.
"Sorry, outside help is against the rules of this game and the boss doesn't like your pretty boy angel." Mr. Psychotic snickered.
"Oh, great." Beck mumbled audibly.
"Your turn Sammy-Lad. If you wanna save the girl, you gotta do what's on the card. Ready?" the psycho sing-song.
"Sammy don't, you don't know what that card's gonna say!" Dean told Sam.
"I think we have to play this out. Look, Dean, it worked last time when I had to pretend to be a doctor. It should work this time too." Sam reasoned.
"You willing to take the chance that Sam's right Becky?" Dean called out.
"What other options do I have?! Another punishment?! Go for it Sam, I trust you." Beck called back, pain slipping into her voice.
"Ready pally-boy, here's your card. You have to carve your name in pretty little Becky's skin. You have three knives to choose from one is very sharp, one is just a knife, and one is a rusty blade. Here's the catch they all look the same. Chose or pretty little Becky-girl gets another punishment." their captor told Sam.
"Sam, don't!" Dean ground out.
"Do I get a choice where you carve your name at?" Beck asked in a quavering voice.
Sam looked at the three knives and grabbed one from its resting place. He walked toward Beck and at the last second plunged it into the psycho who made them play this sick game.
Beck breathed an audible sigh of relief and the channel changed again.
A moment later boys were doing a commercial for a genital herpes suppressant. Well, Sam was. Dean got lucky being an extra. Beck got even luckier, she was back in their motel room watching the commercial. She was trying hard not to bust up laughing at Sam's predicament. After the commercial was over the TV flipped off on its own and Dean was back making a very large sandwich.
Beck watched Dean make his sandwich with a "What the hell are you doing?!" look on her face.
Dean put away his condiments, turned, looked at his sandwich, and said, "I'm going to need a bigger mouth."
*Canned Laughter*
"Oh for pity sakes!" Beck huffed.
*More Canned Laughter*
Dean did his best to look cute and play along with this stupid game.
Sam came in the door a moment later.
*Audience Hooting And Catcalls Ensue*
"Hi there Sam, what's happening?" Dean asked in his best sitcom voice.
"Oh, nothing just the end of the world." Sam replied as caviler as possible.
Dean did his best to look cute again and give his best "big brother" amusement look.
Sam looked down at Dean's huge sandwich and said, "You're going to need a bigger mouth."
Dean turned to his little brother with his best (though fake) "That's what I just said!" look.
"You two sound like dorks." Beck said from the bed, her head bent onto one hand.
"Becky, why would we need forks?" Dean asked.
*Audience Sniggers*
Beck raised her head, looked at Dean, and said, "Not forks! Dorks! Dorks!"
*Audience Burst Into Canned Laughter*
Dean and Sam looked at each other, then at Beck. The Winchesters looked uncomfortable and at a loss for words. Beck, on the other hand, just looked irritable and like she was ready to gank the Trickster herself.
"How long do we have to keep doin' this?" Dean asked.
*Canned Laughter From Audience*
"I dunno. Maybe forever? We might die in here." Sam replied with a tense smile.
*More Canned Laughter From Audience*
"How is that funny? Vultures." Dean said to the unseen audience, looking as annoyed as Beck felt.
*Another Bout of Canned Audience Laughter*
Cas burst into the room. He exchanged looks with Beck and the boys.
*Audience Catcalls Appreciatively*
"Cas, thank god!" Beck cried out jumping off the bed.
"You ok?" Dean asked.
"I don't have much time." Cas said.
"What happened?" Sam asked concerned.
"I got out. Listen to me something is not right, this thing was much more powerful than it should be." Cas told them.
"What thing, the trickster?" Dean asked.
"If it is a trickster." Cas replied.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked.
A moment later Cas was thrown against the wall by some invisible force before he could answer Sam's question.
Beck cried out in surprise and ran to make sure her angel friend was alright.
"The Trickster" came bounding into the room and cried out, "Hello!"
*Uproarious Audience Applause Filled the room*
"Thank you, Thank you, Thank you." "The Trickster" called out to the audience.
The Winchesters jumped back and looked at him in surprise. Beck looked up at "The Trickster" from her position, next to Cas as she helped him up from off the floor, with mutinous fury. As Cas stood and turned to look at the "Trickster", Beck noticed that he had duct tape on his mouth.
"You hurt him!" Beck said angrily.
"Oh, he'll be alright." "The Trickster" replied and then to Cas, "Hi Castiel!"
Cas looked at the boys and tried to tell them something important without words, but the meaning was lost.
Beck however was almost positive she knew what Cas wanted to tell the guys, but since this whole mess had started her memory had been swiss cheesed.
"The Trickster" flicked his fingers. Cas was gone again in another sweep of pixels and, this time, faulty horizontal hold.
"Where did you just send him?" Dean demanded.
"Relax, he'll live...maybe." "The Trickster" replied.
"Maybe?!" Beck cried indignantly giving voice to what was clearly on Dean and Sam's faces.
Dean finally lost his patience, stalked up to "The Trickster" and told him he was done playing his games. They got it, about playing their roles. "The Trickster," told them that that was only half the game. Sam wanted to know what he meant.
"He wants you and Dean to be Lucifer and Michael's vessels." Beck said flatly.
"Give the little lady a prize!" "The Trickster" smiled.
"Fuck off!" Beck growled back.
"We say yes the world ends." Sam said.
"He doesn't care about that, Sam." Beck told Sam grimly.
"Heaven or Hell which side are you on?" Dean demanded.
"I'm not on either side." "The Trickster" replied.
"Yeah right. You're grabbing ankle for Michael or Lucifer which one is it?" Dean said with disdainful disbelief.
"You listen to me you arrogant dick, "The Trickster" fumed, I don't work for either of those S.O.B.s, believe me."
"Hmm. Oh, you're somebody's bitch." Dean insultingly replied.
The Trickster" quickly became angry. He grabbed Dean by his shirt collar with both hands, spun him around, and slammed him up against the door.
"Let go of him!" Beck yelled.
"Then make sure your boyfriend never presumes to know what I am again and that they suck it up and accept their responsibilities." "The Trickster snarled back at her.
"And if we don't." Sam came back with.
"Then you'll stay here, in TV land, forever. Three hundred channels and uh, nothin's on." "The Trickster replied.
"The Trickster" snapped his fingers and the channel changed for a third time.
This time Sam and Dean found themselves walking into a strip/exotic dance club called TJ's. Beck was nowhere in sight. Had "The Trickster" sent her somewhere as he had with Cas? The boys didn't know. It bothered both of them to the point that Dean couldn't even enjoy his surroundings.
"What kind of show do you think this is?" Sam asked unable to keep the curiosity out of his voice.
Dean shrugged scanning the room there was no sign of either Becky or "The Trickster". He then indicated for Sam to follow him to the bar. Sam picked up on his signal and a few moments later both of them were seated on bar stools.
"Usual?" the bartender asked as if he knew them.
"Uh, yeah sure, thanks." Sam replied for both he and Dean.
"Yup. the bartender said as he poured their drinks and then, She's on next, a hell of a woman you got there Dean."
"What?" Dean asked confused.
The bartender didn't hear, he had moved on to the next set of customers.
A moment later the loudspeaker came on and a voice was heard to say, "Gentlemen the moment you've all been waiting for, MISS JEWEL!"
The lights dimmed in the rest of the club and the ones on the stage lit up. The speakers started playing Little Mix's "Power!"
From behind the back curtain, a sexy blonde young woman clad in a skimpy outfit, stiletto heels, fishnet stockings, expertly done makeup and fake jewels across her eyes slide gracefully out.
As Jewel began to dance to the music, losing little bits of clothing here and there the men began to catcall, howl, and slide money in her shoe or g-string. One even proposed.
Dean's jaw dropped to the ground.
Becky?
Dean swatted Sam's arm with the back of his hand. When Dean had Sam's attention he pointed to the sultry blonde dancer on the stage.
Sam stared at the woman Dean had pointed to. Could that really be their Beck?
As the music progressed the other men in the club seemed to beg "Jewel" for something. A sultry indulgent smile slid across "Jewel's" lips as she nodded her assent. The men made bridges with their legs and "Jewel" used them to make her way to each tabletop which she briefly dance on until she was on the bar and finished the song dancing there.
At the end of the song "Jewel" crouched down right in front of Dean, smiled, and placed her, barely clad, rear on the bar.
"Enjoy the show, Dean?" "Jewel" asked.
"Becky?" Dean asked in return.
"You were expecting maybe Jessica Rabbit?" Beck/"Jewel" giggled.
"Wow, Becks that was..." Sam said impressed.
"Thanks, Sam." Beck replied.
"Where did you learn to dance like that?" Dean wanted to know.
"I used to work on-call at this very club Dean. Jewel is my real stage name." Beck replied.
"I get what kind of show this is now." Sam said.
"Reality or maybe soft porn, who could tell with this guy?" Beck guessed.
"I'm thinking so." Sam replied.
Dean licked his lips, grabbed Becky by the waist, and pulled her off the bar. His heart was hammering at her close proximity. While another part of his anatomy was going a little wacko at just the sight of her like this.
"You used to work here?" Dean said trying not to choke on his lust.
"Yup, college girl needing extra cash when her legit job doesn't cover it is pretty common mister." Beck explained easily.
"You got some clothes you can put on?" Dean asked (wishing he hadn't).
"Yea, my dressing room is just behind the stage." Beck/ "Jewel" replied.
"Wanna backstage tour?" She asked next.
Dean quickly stripped off his leather jacket and flung it around Beck/ "Jewel's" shoulders. Out of habit she quickly slid her arms into the sleeves of the jacket.
Instead of doing its job of giving the appearance of her being decently clad, the jacket had the opposite effect of enhancing her already barely-there lingerie.
Dean groaned, the woman was already a knockout in her everyday clothes and looks. Did she really have to look so damn irresistible on top of it too?
Sam, on the other hand, grinned like a Cheshire cat.
Hell yeah, he wanted a backstage tour! Who wouldn't?
Particularly after seeing Beck or rather "Jewel" dance like that.
He wasn't usually one for places like this, but seeing as how it would give them a peek at Beck's life before them, he was willing to give it a chance. That at least was the reason he planned on giving if questioned.
The boys looked at each other, then back at their female friend. They rose from their bar stools and followed her to her dressing room.
"Hey Jewel! Nice act girl! Sure you don't wanna quit that college gig of yours and do this full time!?" a raven-haired beauty asked as "Jewel" and the boys passed her.
"I don't think that Dean would like that idea too much Star!" another girl with auburn hair called in answer for Jewel.
Jewel laughed and shook her head as she along with the boys entered her dressing room.
"Who was the chick with the red hair?" Dean asked.
"That's Amber and the raven-haired chick is Star. They dance here full time." Jewel replied.
"Stage names?" Sam inquired.
"Yup., Jewel replied, Give me a sec and I'll be dressed."
Jewel stepped behind a screen. First, she took off Dean's jacket and draped it over the top of the screen. Second, she stripped off the bottom half of her lingerie. Next to go was what was left of the top half of her lingerie.
"Sammy, can you hand me my silk robe hanging up on the back of the door please?" Jewel (slowly transforming back into Beck) requested.
"Sure, Sam replied retrieving the robe for her and handing it over, here ya go."
"Thank you, Sam." came the reply from behind the screen as she took the robe and put it on
Clad in only the silk robe, fishnet stockings, stiletto heels, and stage makeup "Jewel" (still in the process of transforming herself back into Beck) emerged from behind the screen. She strode over to her dressing table, sat down upon its cushioned seat, and removed her stilettos, along with her fishnet stockings. She then started to remove her stage makeup.
Sam and Dean watched as Beck slowly emerged from the exotic dancer "Jewel".
The makeup now removed, along with all the other costume trappings. Beck looked more like herself. More like the woman the Winchesters had come to know and love.
Beck grabbed the hairbrush from the dressing table. In quick yanking strokes, she tamed her hair back into its usual look and bound it into a ponytail.
A moment later she grabbed a neatly folded pile of clothes sitting next to Dean on the love seat and, again, stepped behind the screen. Once behind the screen Beck put on her regular clothes and had made the full transformation back to normal.
"Ready to go and see if we can bag that pain in the ass?" Beck asked as she emerged from behind the screen.
"Yup, let's go." Dean said only a little thickly.
"Yea, ready whenever." Sam replied.
Beck slid her arm into Sam's, grabbed Dean's hand with her free one, and the three of them made their way out of "Jewel's" dressing room back to the bar. Upon reaching the bar, the bartender asked if the boys cared for another drink and if "Jewel" wanted one for the road. The bartender was politely turned down and the three headed for the exit. Suddenly Sam spotted a young man with a lollipop in his mouth.
"Hey, check out sweet tooth over there." Sam bent down and said in Beck's ear.
"You thinking it's the Trickster?" Beck said in a low voice back while Sam was still bent towards her.
"Let's find out." Sam replied and steered the three of them in "sweet tooth's" direction.
They made their way towards "sweet tooth". Beck tugged Dean closer to her, indicated to the guy with the lollipop, and told him Sam's suspicions. Dean's eyes narrowed, he had enough of this shit. The son of a bitch had done something to Cas, gotten him shot, placed Becky in danger, and was expecting Sam to say yes to Lucifer as well as him saying yes to Michael.
This mother needed to be ganked.
They reached the "sweet tooth" guy and polite conversation began, plus some old school flirting on Beck's part. The guy was giving every indication that he was the "Trickster".
Dean restrained himself from wasting the guy beautifully until the creep dared to cop a feel on Becky. Dean broke the leg off of a wooden chair and used it as a stake, plunging it deep into the guy's heart killing him.
A man behind Dean started to laugh, long, loud, and audibly. Dean turned around and looked at the laughing man. As Dean looked at him the man's face transformed revealing the "Trickster".
"You got the wrong guy, idiot!" "The Trickster" laughed.
"Did we?" Dean replied.
From behind "The Trickster" with another broken table leg, Beck stabbed him in the back, clear through to the heart. "The Trickster" crumpled and fell to the ground, dead.
The club scene disappeared and the three of them were standing back in the warehouse staring down at the dead creature on the floor. They looked at each other and silently went back to the Impala.
Once back at the motel Beck cleaned the moldy food off the table and out of the refrigerator. Sam flopped down on his and Beck's bed on his back, draping his arm over his eyes. Dean went to the bathroom to clean up.
"I'm worried, you two, Dean said brushing his teeth, what that son of a bitch did to Cas. You know, where is he?"
Dean wiped his mouth with a towel and looked around. He did not see either Sam or Beck, he frowned.
"Sam? Becky? Sammy? Rebecca? Where are you?" Dean called and got no reply.
Dean tried Sam's cell phone a couple times and got voice mail.
He grabbed his jacket and headed to the Impala to go looking for the two other missing people.
Once in the car Dean tried Sam's cell phone again and left a message, "Sam, it's me. Where the hell did you go? Is Becky with you?"
Dean hung up his phone and heard Sam's voice ask, "Dean?"
Dean turned and looked around not seeing Sam he called out, "Sam? Where are you?"
"I don't know. Came Sam's voice then, Oh, crap. I don't think we killed the "Trickster".
Sam had become the Impala. Dean's eyes widened in surprise, for a moment he was dumbfounded. Dean wondered where Becky was. He was sure that when she found out Sam was the Impala she would laugh her pretty little ass off.
Dean turned the key started up Impala Sam and began to drive.
"Did you try calling Beck's phone yet?" Impala Sam asked after they had been on the road a little while.
"No." Dean replied reopening his open and dialing Beck's number.
The phone rang once. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
The phone rang twice. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
"I'm not the only one who needs a ring back, Becky." Dean grumbled.
"Gotta particular song in mind, Mister?" Beck's voice asked from her end of the phone.
"Becky! Thank god, where are you?" Dean demanded.
"Hell, if I know Dean. On the side of some back road, by the looks of it. I think the "Trickster" is still alive by the way." Beck replied.
"Yea, we got that one believe me." Dean told her
"Ok, what happened?" Beck asked.
"Sit tight. We'll come to find you. You have to see this." Dean said with a grin.
"Okay, just track the GPS signal in my phone. You should find me fairly quickly." Beck replied.
"Yup, just stay put we're on our way." Dean answered.
"Ok, see ya then." Beck replied.
Both hung up.
Fortunately tracking the GPS in Beck's phone was unnecessary. A few minutes later Impala Sam spotted her sitting on a large rock in a small ditch off the shoulder of the road they were driving on. Dean stopped Impala Sam, leaned over, and opened the passenger door for Beck. Beck climbed in, shut the passenger door, and buckled her seat belt.
"Hey, Dean. Um...where is Sam? Isn't he with you?" Beck asked.
"I'm here Becks." Sam said.
"You are the car?!" Beck choked out trying not to die of laughter.
Dean grinned. Hey if they were going to be stuck in a Knight Rider parody at least it was Sam who was the car. Dean restarted Impala Sam and they were off again.
"Okay, stake didn't work. So, what is this another trick?" Dean asked.
"I don't know. Sam's voice came in reply from the center dash, Maybe the stake didn't work cause it's not a trickster."
"What d'ya mean?" Dean asked.
"I mean, you heard Cas. He said that this thing's too powerful to be a trickster." Sam replied.
"Yea and did ya see the way he looked at Cas. Almost as if he knew him." Dean agreed.
"And how pissed he got when you brought up Micheal and Lucifer." Sam continued.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean exclaimed.
"What?" Sam asked.
"I think I know what we're dealing with." Dean replied.
Beck sighed and looked at Dean. Dean looked at Beck and frowned in askance at her.
Beck nodded her head and said, "Yes, Dean. He's an angel, to be more specific an Archangel. He does know him, Sam. They're brothers, just not close like you two are."
"Great, came Sam's voice, how are we going to do this?"
"I gotta plan." Dean replied.
They drove until they got to a wilderness park area.
Dean and Beck got out of Impala Sam.
Beck followed Dean to the trunk, he opened it and pulled out a jar of holy oil. Beck grinned, took it from him, and poured it in a circle in front of Impala Sam. She brought it back to Dean, who put it in Impala Sam's trunk and arranged things a bit.
"Dean." Sam said.
"What?!" Dean grumpily called back.
"That feels really uncomfortable." Sam complained.
Beck tried not to giggle. She could just see Sam squirming with discomfort in her mind's eye. Dean, on the other hand, gave his brother the car an annoyed look.
Dean slammed the trunk and Sam said, "OW!"
Beck giggled and followed Dean as he stalked to the hood of Impala Sam.
"Are you sure this is gonna work?" Sam asked in an increasingly mechanical voice.
"No, but I have no other ideas." Dean returned.
"Don't worry, Sammy Racer. It'll work." Beck said with teasing reassurance.
"All right you son of a bitch! Uncle! We'll do it!" Dean yelled.
"Should I honk?" Sam asked.
"That's not gonna be necessary, Sammy." Beck giggled slightly.
No sooner had she said than "The Trickster" appeared.
"Wow. Sam, get a load of the rims on you." "The Trickster said.
"Eat me." Sam returned.
The Trickster" whistled and asked, "Okay, boys. Ready to go quietly?"
"Wo-wo-whoa, not so fast. Nobody's goin' anywhere until Sam has opposable thumbs." Dean stipulated.
"What's the difference? Satan's gonna ride his ass one way or another." "The Trickster" returned.
Dean gave him a look. "The Trickster" snapped his fingers, and Sam stepped out of the Impala.
"Sammy!" Beck cried happily, strode over to Sam, and threw her arms around him for a hug.
Sam returned Beck's hug and picked her up making her laugh, and say, "Put me down Sammy!"
Sam and Beck joined Dean. Sam flicked a lighter and threw it down. A ring of holy fire went up around the Trickster.
"Try to get out of that, Gabriel." Beck said calling "The Trickster" out
The Trickster laughed, then turned sober and the scene flipped back to the empty warehouse.
"Well played, boys. Well played Rebecca. Where'd you get the holy oil?" Gabriel wanted to know.
"Well, you might say we pulled it outta Sam's ass." Dean cracked.
"Oh, Dean." Beck moaned at the bad joke shaking her head.
"Where'd I screw up?" Gabriel asked.
"You didn't. Nobody gets the jump on Cas like you did." Sam replied.
"Mostly it was the way you talked about Armageddon. That and Becky got her memory back." Dean finished up.
"Meaning?" Gabriel inquired.
"Well, call it personal experience, but nobody gets that angry unless they're talkin' about their own family." Dean explained.
"When I touched Cas after you thuwmped him against the wall, the Swiss Cheese holes in my memory started to fill." Beck said finishing up the explanation.
"I'm sorry you're stuck here, sweetheart. For the record, I didn't bring you here." Gabriel said looking directly at Beck.
"I know you didn't. I'm starting to get a pretty good idea who did but thank you anyway. Now, will you please give us back Castiel?" Beck said.
"And if I don't?" Gabriel parroted Sam from earlier.
"Then I'll let these two deep fry you in holy oil and trust me, Dean is itching to gank you. His word, not mine." Beck replied.
Gabriel snapped his fingers, and Castiel appeared, injured and breathing hard.
"Cas, you okay?" Dean asked.
Castiel glared at Gabriel and said, "I'm fine. Hello Gabriel."
"Hey bro., Gabriel returned, How's the search for Daddy going? Let me guess: awful."
"Okay, we're outta here. Sam, Becky, Cas c'mon. Dean said.
The four of them walked to the door.
Gabriel his voice in a growing panic asked, "Uh... okay. Hey, guys? So, so what? Huh? You're just gonna, you're gonna leave me here forever?"
Beck looked at him from the exit and replied, "No. We're not. By the way, all this wasn't about a fight between your brothers, or a destiny that can't be stopped. This was about you being too afraid to stand up to your family!"
Gabriel stared at her. Dean pulled the extinguisher lever, putting out the holy fire.
"Don't say we never did anything for you!" Dean said.
Dean opened the metal door for Beck, grabbed her hand, and tugged on it causing her to follow him out. Sam followed his brother and his female friend out the door to the Impala. Cas stayed behind for a moment to make sure that when the holy oil ring of fire went out, Gabriel did not go after the others. Once Cas was satisfied that this was not going to happen he followed them to the Impala.
"All that stuff he was spouting in there...is he telling the truth?" Dean asked Beck.
"He believes he is. He also believes that your destiny is not subject to change. Mine did so we'll just have to wait and see about you two huh?" Beck returned evasively.
"So what do we do?" Dean asked.
"I don't know." Sam replied.
"Take it as it comes and fight back even if it won't do any good?" Beck suggested with a sarcastic smile.
"Right about now, I wish I was back on a TV show." Dean said.
"Yea, me too." Sam agreed.
"You two are nuts. I'd rather our usual crazy than that." Beck told the two boys.
Sam and Dean both opened their car doors. Dean climbed in his side, Beck slid in the passenger side first and then Sam climbed in shutting his door behind him.
Dean fired up the Impala and they head back to the motel. Back at the motel the three of them packed up, loaded up the Impala, and left Wellington, Ohio.