Telephone!

(Chapter Fifteen)

"For the record, I'd appreciate it if we didn't run into any more of your insane family." I told Cas as I flopped down on Dean's motel bed and threw my arm over my eyes.

Recently Sam, Dean, and I ran into the Archangel Gabriel, who was masquerading as a "Trickster". He trapped us in TV Land. We had been forced to belt out cheesy lines and be thrown into wild (sometimes stupid) circumstances, needless to say, it wasn't any fun. For example; Dean got shot, Sam got herpes, and I got my back whipped to ribbons. I'd been developing scars. At least I hoped they were scars cause it was either that or a really nasty infection.

We had been on the road several days without stopping. We, three humans, were mentally, emotionally, and physically drained. The decision to stop had been Dean's, mainly because he was driving. I picked up the tab for the rooms that time. Mainly because I don't have to use bogus credit cards or anything like that to pay for what I need and I wanted to.

So like I said, here I was flopped on Dean's bed on my back. I've only marginally dealt with my back. Marginally dealing with it by the way consists of Advil and doing my best to clean it in roadside rest stops during potty breaks.

At that moment though it appeared that the Advil was doing shit to help, I was in pain.

Good thing I thought to cover my eyes.

Too bad that doesn't work with Cas.

"Rebecca, take off your shirt." Cas ordered me.

I took my arm off my eyes and sat up. It was really hard not to laugh, both Sam and Dean looked at Cas as if he'd lost his mind. The looks on their faces were really funny.

But laughing at that point would not have been a good idea as I was already in pain. Laughing would have made it hurt more.

"Cas, what the hell?!" Dean demanded.

"What about hell, Dean?" Cas asked.

"Never mind it's fine, Dean." I said heading an argument, I knew Cas wouldn't understand, off at the pass.

I peeled off my baby blue spaghetti strap top (the one I came to this alternate reality in) and turned on the bed to allow Cas to examine my back.

"Rebecca, the cuts from the whip you received have opened." Cas told me.

"No shit. I thought they might have." I replied.

"Becks, why didn't you tell us?" Sam asked me.

"Gee, mom I don't know. Maybe cause I didn't think ya needed to know." I replied waspishly.

"Hey Becky, you don't need to snap at Sammy. He's right if you're hurt we need to know." Dean told me.

"Yea, you needed to know. Sure, just like I needed to listen to you bitch, moan, and blame yourselves for the lashes on my back. Makes perfect sense." I sarcastically agreed.

"Please sit still Rebecca while I attempt to do this." Cas requested of me.

"Do what?" I asked back.

"Clean the cuts and doctor them." Cas replied absently

"Oh, okay. Thank you, Cas." I replied

"You are welcome." Cas replied

"Sam, will you please get me some warm water, a washcloth, and something to bandage Rebecca's back with?" Cas asked Sam.

"Yea, sure Cas." Sam replied and walked off to get what Cas asked for.

"What do you want me to do?" Dean asked awkwardly.

"Sit in front of Rebecca. Keep her mind off the fact that this will hurt." Cas instructed Dean.

Dean sat down in front of me as per Cas's instructions. We didn't speak. I was cranky, needing sleep and a cigarette. Dean was wigged out over my back, overtired himself, and probably just wasn't sure what to say. After a minute Cas started working on my back and yea, it hurt like a son of a bitch.

I shut my eyes tight and a moment later my head was resting on Dean's shoulder for support.

"You want some bourbon?" Dean asked me softly.

"Mmmm." I softly whimpered back my agreement and nodded my head just to make sure Dean understood.

Dean leaned down sideways to near his feet where his bag was. He pulled out a bottle of bourbon and smirked at my relieved face.

"You want it in a coffee cup or straight?" Dean teasingly asked me.

I grabbed the bottle out of his hand, unscrewed that top, and took a rather large drink.

Unfortunately in the process of doing that I interrupted Cas's doctoring. The angel let out an exasperated noise of impatience with me.

"Sorry, Cas." I apologized.

"Try not to do that again, please Rebecca." Cas said to me.

"Right." I replied.

Dean chuckled, then looked at me with his "serious" face.

"What?" I asked him.

"You hide shit like that again, I'll kick your pretty little ass." Dean told me.

"I'll make sure not to get caught hiding shit, mister." I lightly laughed.

"Better not." Dean slung back.

I looked at Dean and sighed (loving him just a little bit more for his concern). I smirked and gestured for him to come closer. Dean raised an eyebrow at me but did as I asked.

When he was close enough, the pain in my back from Cas's doctoring became a real problem. I leaned the rest of the way toward him and slammed my lips against his.

Talk about a distraction from the pain.

Sam cleared his throat and that was enough for me to separate my lips from Dean's. Judging by the look on Dean's face, he had no thoughts of our kiss ending only, continuing into more.

"Hands up." Sam said walking over with a t-shirt in his hands.

I did what Sam wanted and allowed him to slip one of his t-shirts over my head so that it wouldn't interfere with my bandages.

"Hold out your hand." Sam instructed next.

Again, I did as he asked and again Sam did something for my benefit. He put a couple Vicodin he'd saved in my open hand.

"Thanks Sammy." I said gratefully, giving him one of my usual smiles.

" Your welcome, just no more booze ok?" Sam stipulated.

"Whatever you say Sam-I-am." I replied with a fond shake of my head.

I turned to thank Cas again for his doctoring, but as usual, he was gone again.

That guy really reminds me of the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland sometimes.

"Gone again." I sighed.

"I hate when he does that." Dean groused.

Sam only nodded his agreement as he changed into his pj's.

Dean followed his little brother in suit the next moment.

I looked at both of them, for me this was fun.

They had both already seen me in a lot less.

"Enjoying the show, Becky-Love?" Dean grinned at me.

I tilted my head to the side as if I was thinking about it and I said, "Dean darlin, I'm injured. not dead."

The three of us busted up laughing. Which for the record, really does hurt if you have open whip marks on your back covered by bandages.

Thank god for the Vicodin.

Speaking of, at that moment I got very sleepy. To get ready for bed myself I just pulled off my shoes and jeans. I could easily sleep in Sam's t-shirt.

Hell, I'd done it tons of times before without my back being covered in bandages. So this was no real stretch for me.

A moment later Dean was back on the bed with me. I seriously contemplated staying put with him for the night. I was doped, hurt, and really tired.

Sam took the decision out of my hands though. He came over to Dean's bed, where I sat, crouched down, and looked at me expectantly. I smiled, looked at him adoringly (if sleepily), and opened my arm like a fairy tale princess ready to be carried away by her knight in shining armor. Which is exactly what Sam did. He took all of two or three steps to our bed, where he gently placed me and helped me get under the covers.

I was going to suggest a bedtime movie to the guys, but before I could I was out.

When I woke up I looked at the digital clock on the nightstand, it read eleven forty-five in the morning. I groaned and stretched. My back was stiff and sore.

I really needed a cup of strong coffee.

"Why on earth did you two let me sleep so late?" I asked sitting up feeling a bit out of it.

No, answer.

"Dean? Sam?" I called out looking around for them.

Still no answer.

I looked around and neither of them was anywhere in sight. I looked at the nightstand again and saw my phone. I picked it up and saw that I had a voice message. I called my voice message machine hoping it was one of them telling me where they had gone and why in the world they hadn't woken me up to go.

The voice message was from Dean: "Becky, where the hell are you?! You just disappeared! How the hell did you do that? One minute we were driving down the back roads to respond to Chuck's text to Sam, you sleeping in the backseat. The next you're gone."

I had no memory of Sam getting a text from Prophet of the Lord and "Supernatural" author Chuck Shirley, I didn't know what Dean was talking about.

Dean (thankfully) said next: "Sam got a text from the guy who writes books about our lives, well me and Sam's. The text Sam got said it was a dire emergency and we needed to get there fast. We loaded up the Impala. Sam carried you out, Sleeping Beauty, and put you in the car. We were haulin' ass to make it to Chuck when you disappeared. Call me back so we know you're alright, woman."

Woman!

Since when the hell does Dean call me woman?!

"Good morning, Miss Lindsey." an oily voice greeted me.

I looked over at the bed that Dean had been sleeping in and sitting there was Zachariah.

Aw Shit, this is not what I needed!

"What do you want?!" I demanded.

"Only to have our long overdue "talk"." Zachariah answered.

"I have nothing to say to you." I told him flatly.

"Are you sure about that?" he asked me.

"Yes." I replied stubbornly.

"Perhaps if I gave you some incentive you'd be more willing to cooperate with me." Zachariah said, in his oily snake oil salesman voice.

A moment later it felt as if my back was on fire. It was like someone had ripped open the wounds on my back and poured alcohol on them.

I cried out in surprise and pain. As quickly as the blink of an eye a warm light ensued, the pain was gone, and so was Zachariah.

I was no longer in the hotel room I had woken up in.

"What in the world?" I wondered out loud.

"I'm not of this "world" as you put it, but I am responsible for getting you away from Zachariah." I heard an unfamiliar voice say.

"Who are you and where am I?" I asked looking around.

"I'm not sure you'd like the answer very much." the voice answered.

"Not to be rude, but shouldn't I be the judge of that?" I asked.

"If you wish." Whoever it was replied.

A moment later I saw a tall gangly man, he smiled at me, and I sucked in a large (maybe even frightened) breath.

I had been rescued from Zachariah by Lucifer.

Talk about out of the frying pan and into the fire!

My phone jingled alerting me to another voice message. I wondered who it was this time.

Bobby? Sam? Dean? Cas? Ellen? Jo?

"Go ahead and check your voice mail, Beck." Satan told me kindly.

"Alright, thank you." I replied.

Once again, I dialed my voice messenger and waited to hear my message.

This time the message was from Sam: " Hey Becks, it's Sam. I hope you're ok. Kinda surprised we haven't heard from you yet. Well, the text message from Chuck turned out to be a false alarm. It wasn't even sent by Chuck, it was sent by our "Superfan" Becky. Ya know what Dean calls you?" (Here Sam sniggered)

"Not funny Sammy." I mumbled.

Sam's message went on: "Turns out that we are at the first-ever "Supernatural Convention." We've seen several people dressed like us or Bobby or the Scarecrow God or Ash. You get the idea. Dean and I were completely stunned at what we saw. People were chatting in costumes, buying and selling "Supernatural" stuff. It was all rather freaky. Dean and I were completely livid at the idea that they suggested we had an incestuous and homosexual relationship. There is supposed to be some sort of "hunt" later. Dean's ready to kill Chuck. Truthfully Becks I'm not far behind. Please call us soon. Let us know if you're ok or if you can, come to us. We're at The Pineview Hotel. Stay safe. We love you Becks."

"Love you guys too." I said softly.

"I would never hurt Sam." Luc told me.

"Yes, you would." I softly contradicted.

"Why do you say that, Beck." Luc asked me gently.

"Because you plan to kill Sam. You need his physical form and his consent to use it. To go against Michael. You don't give a shit about anything but what you want. You got kicked out for not only being disobedient but selfish too." I told him more bravely than I really felt.

"I loved my father and he put your kind above even himself. Michael didn't question it. He just played the good little soldier and did what daddy commanded. Now he sees what I saw. What an infestation you're kind really are. The only way to run this planet properly, the way my father meant for it to be, is to go through Michael. Some of you may be useful. Michael just wants your world obliterated without any mess to clean up." Lucifer told me contemptuously.

"God knew what he was doing when he started this Merry-Go-Round, you arrogant prick! When you are a parent you put your kids before yourself. You expect the older ones to look after the younger ones. Like I said you're selfish. Micheal may have followed blindly and now regrets it, but at least he thought for someone else before himself." I spat back at him.

"Sam will willingly join me and give his consent. You have to know that. You are not a stupid woman. Help me, as I said there are those of your kind I'm willing to spare. Your Dean could be one of them. You could have him and lead the type of life he can only dream of." Lucifer tempted me.

"I will fight with everything I've got to keep that from happening. My Dean, as you put it, is a wreck without his little brother. I would never let anyone take what the man, I love, loves without fighting my damnedest to protect it." I told Lucifer bluntly.

"So you are selfish too." Lucifer said raising both his eyebrows in discovery,

"Yea. I'm willing to admit to that, without using any excuses to hide behind." I admitted.

Another jingle alert. I knew there was another voice message, most likely from one of the guys. I couldn't help, but wonder who it was this time.

The warm light ensued again, I had no idea who I would end up with this time. I almost hoped it would be Zachariah (almost).

"Rebecca, are you alright?" a familiar formal voice asked me.

"Perfectly, thanks for the save Cas," I replied.

"Did Lucifer try to harm you?" Cas asked.

"Not in the slightest. He just wanted to talk. I mean really like bitching to a friend kind of talk." I frowned.

"He could have killed you. Why did he just talk? He must have some other plan." Cas concluded.

"Maybe, I don't know. What I do know is that Lucifer has worst "daddy issues" than Dean, Sam, you, or I." I replied.

Cas looked at me with a sorrowful, thoughtful expression on his face and nodded his head. Maybe it was because, however much he may wish to, Cas was unable, to sum up, his brother for me. Beyond what I'd just said.

"Give me a second to check my voice messages, ok?" I asked Cas.

"Of course Rebecca." Cas replied.

Once again I dialed up my voice messenger and waited to hear who had left me a message. This time I got a surprise. I can't help but wonder if this man knew my number because of the guys or because he is a Prophet of the Lord.

This time the message was left by Chuck Shirley and shit, he was either nervous or really seldomly leaves voice messages: "Um yea hi, Miss Lindsey...um Beck. My name is Chuck Shirley and I am the writer of the "Supernatural" books. You probably already knew that so... Anyway, you are more than likely wondering why I called you and not the guys."

"No shit Sherlock!" I replied to the voice message out loud, earning me the "constipated bulldog" look from Cas.

Chuck Shirley continued with: "Um the guys came to the first-ever "Supernatural Convention", where we are now. Things have kinda gone a... Aw shit, nothing is working out the guys are in hip deep with a ghost. I'm trying to help, but the guys really seem to need you. I know that you are having problems with angels of your own right now. So as soon as you can, get here please or at least call the guys or feel free to call me. I'll be more than happy to give them the phone. I've tried telling them you are ok, but they really need to hear your voice. Good-Luck."

"Is everything alright Rebecca?" Cas asked me.

"I don't think so Cas. I've gotten two previous messages before now, one from Dean and the other from Sam. This one is from Chuck Shirley. But the theme is always the same: Worried about you. Please contact. I haven't been away from them very long. Why are they flipping out?" I answered.

"Rebecca, you have been away from Sam and Dean for at least two days. As well as throughout this convention thing without any contact. It should not come as a surprise that they are frantic." Cas patiently explained to me.

"I have? Well, shit no wonder they're losing it. In my defense, it's not like I just took off on them. I've kind of had my own mess to deal with too." I said suddenly understanding why my men were blowing up my phone.

"You have been bounced around by no less than three different angels. It was no easy task to get you away from Lucifer." Cas agreed.

I looked past Castiel and thought of what Lucifer said to me when I was with him. I meant it when I said I had no intentions of letting Sam become his vessel. But if Sam gave his consent then there was nothing I could do. That would mean I'd have let Dean down. I couldn't let that happen, it'd kill me.

"In the original history, on the show of all this back in my reality or whatever. Sam became Lucifer's vessel. Dean never became Michael's." I told Cas thoughtfully.

Cas got a look on his face as if he was digesting what I had said. He turned and looked at me. Cas began to say something to me when another angel came up behind him and grabbed the back of his neck.

I shouted in surprise. A moment later the other angel was gone. Cas and I were alone once again.

"I apologize Rebecca. You were saying something about Sam and Dean. I was not paying attention. I am sorry." Cas said to me.

"Yea, I was wondering if you had any angel "mojo" left to get me to the guys, or am I going to have to hitch?" I asked.

I got the feeling that I shouldn't repeat what I had just told Cas.

"I can get you to Dean and Sam. Are you ready to go now?" Cas wanted to know.

"Ready whenever you are." I replied.

Cas grabbed my hand, interlaced our fingers, looked at me, and smiled.

I smiled back and we were off to The Pineview Hotel. Hopefully, my men were alright.

When we got to The Pineview Hotel the cops were there too.

Not exactly a good thing for Sam and Dean. Dean is supposed to be dead.

I spotted Dean talking with two other men, one skinny and one fat. To be honest it reminded me of a children's old nursery rhyme.

I jogged over to Dean in time to hear the fat guy say, "You're wrong you know."

Dean turned around to face him and said, "Sorry?"

The other guy went on to say, "About "Supernatural", no offense, but I'm not sure you get what the story's about."

"Is that so?" Dean asked, looking like he was politely humoring the other man.

"Alright look, real-life he sells stereo equipment (indicating to the skinny guy next to him). I fix copiers. Our lives suck, but to be Sam and Dean; to wake up every morning and save the world, to have a brother that would die for you. Well who wouldn't want that?" the man explained to my Dean.

"Maybe you gotta point." Dean conceded.

"Hell yeah, he's got a point Mister." I finally stepped in and said.

"Becky! Are you ok?" Dean exclaimed upon seeing me.

"I'm fine. I told Dean, then turn to his new friends and said, Thank you for keeping him safe for me guys and for what you just said. He seriously needed to hear it."

"No problem, you gotta good man there. Hold on to what you two have." the skinny guy said to me.

"Don't worry, there is no way in Heaven or Hell I'm gonna let him go." I grinned back.

"Good, love is hard enough to find." he replied and grabbed the man, who was talking to Dean, hand.

"Don't I know it." I smiled and grabbed Dean's hand, waved goodbye to the two guys, and led Dean back to the Impala.

Once at the Impala, Dean just stared at me. I had thought that he was going to grill me about what had happened and where I had been. He did neither of these things, instead what the man did do was smile at me. Then out of the blue, he pulled me into his arms and held me.

I can't tell you how much I needed his arms around me right then.

Sam joined us a moment later. He waited for Dean to release me before he grabbed me up and twirled me around, just like he had done right after Gabriel had changed him back from being the Impala.

"Samuel Winchester put me down or I swear to whoever that I will go find Chuck Shirley and find out your middle name." I laughed making my threat ineffective.

"If it's his middle name you want Becky, I could always tell you that." Dean chuckled.

"Don't you dare." Sam laughed at his brother.

Sam put me down and I ran around to Dean's side, the driver's side, of the car. I swiped the keys right out of Dean's hand and opened the door.

"I've got a lead on the colt, finally." Sam told Dean.

"Really?" Dean asked.

"Yea, cause this is going to end well. I already told you two, that the colt won't work on Lucifer. But if you want to get it you better have Cas track down Crowley. Now, will you two please get in the car and you can discuss it while we drive." I said exasperatedly.

Both men looked at me and got in the Impala.

Sam got into the back and Dean sat up front in the passenger seat while I drove.

Oh god, Why can't they listen to me!