Why!
(Chapter Sixteen)
Dean had been driving for a while and it was time for a break.
It didn't hurt that Sam had to take a leak or that Beck wanted to stretch her legs.
Not long ago the Winchesters had gotten confirmation that Crowley, a demon, really did have the Colt as Beck had told them.
As Beck had suggested the Winchesters had sent Cas after the demon, Crowley, to hunt down and, possibly, retrieve said Colt.
Dean's phone rang while they were at the rest area. Sam was on the other side of the car and Beck was walking around.
"Hey Cas, what's up?" Dean asked.
"Got him. The demon Crowley is making a deal, even as we speak it is going down." Cas told Dean.
"Going down? Right. Ok, huggy bear just don't lose him." Dean instructed the angel on the other end of the phone.
"I won't lose him." Cas said from his end of the phone.
"Are you having fun playing Dick Tracey, Dean?" Beck asked with no little irritation in her voice.
"Look I know you said that the Colt won't work on Lucifer, but we can still do a lot of damage with it. It's still worth going after Becky." Dean replied trying to placate his very irritated female companion.
"Whatever." Beck replied and climbed back into the Impala to take a nap.
Another phone call from Cas came in. He had followed Crowley, it wasn't far away, but he was now useless to the Winchesters. The place was layered in Nokian Warding Magic and he would be unable to get in.
Dean told him not to worry about it, they would take it from there, and even went so far as to tell the angel that he did great.
Upon hearing this, Beck "Harrumphed!" in displeasure and irritation.
On the way to Crowley's place, they ran into Jo and Ellen Harville.
Beck was overjoyed to see both of them, not so much overjoyed at the fact Dean wanted to use Jo in his plan to retrieve the Colt from Crowley.
"So you wanna you Jo as bait?" Ellen asked, not exactly thrilled with the idea.
"Yea that's pretty much it." Dean agreed.
'Umm, over my dead body, mister!" Beck contradicted.
"Hey, Becca it's ok. I want to do this." Jo said to her friend.
"Great, fine, perfect go right ahead Jo." Beck said sarcastically becoming angrier at Dean and Sam with each passing minute.
"Becks, I know you're not on board with this plan, but we should at least take the chance." Sam tried to reason.
"Right, take the chance for a gun that won't work for what you want it for. Yea, you're absolutely right Sam, that makes perfect sense." Beck fumed back.
"C'mon kiddo you had better ride with me or you're gonna end up takin these boys' heads off." Ellen said.
"Tempting idea." Beck replied allowing Ellen to lead her to the Harville's car.
Beck rode with the Harvilles the whole way to Crowley's place grumbling under her breath, fuming.
Ellen couldn't help but smile. It was nice to see and hear that Beck considered the two of them family.
The Winchesters, Harvilles, and Miss Lindsey got to Crowley's and executed the plan without any real problems.
"Good work, Jo." Dean complimented after he and Sam had "ganked" the two guard demons.
"Thanks, ok shall we?" Jo asked after retrieving something from her bag.
Jo went to the fuse box and cut the power to Crowley's house while the boys snuck in, flipped over an expensive rug, and drew a demon trap in spray paint on the back of it.
Crowley just grinned when the power went out, he knew he had company, and he already knew who his company was.
The demon got up from the sofa, walked down the dark all, and heard Sam ask, "It's Crowley, right?"
"So the Hardy boys finally found me, took you long enough."Crowley replied looking at the Winchesters standing in front of him.
Crowley took a few more steps, looked down, and noticed that one of his expensive hallway rugs was a little crunched. Suspecting what was underneath it Crowley stooped down and looked at the bottom side of the rug. As he thought his rug had been defiled with a demon trap painted on it.
"Do you have any idea how much this rug costs?" Crowley asked irritated.
Two demons came up behind the boys and grabbed them, to keep them still for their boss.
"This is it right?" Crowley asked pulling out the Colt.
Sam and Dean stopped struggling when they saw the Colt in Crowley's hand.
"This is what it's all about." Crowley continued.
Crowley faced the Winchesters, cocked the gun, and fired.
First in Dean's direction "POW!", the demon holding Dean was dead.
Then in Sam's direction, another "POW! rung out from the Colt and the demon holding Sam was dead.
The Winchesters were shocked as the demons fell down dead and then Crowley said, "We need to talk, privately. Miss Lindsey, would you care for some tea or something stronger?"
Beck smiled from behind Crowley. She knew enough about this demon to, at least, not be surprised by his manners.
"Bourbon, if you've got it. Straight." Beck replied a little dryly.
"Got some of the finest in stock. Come over to my bar and I'll be delighted to set you up." Crowley replied offering Beck his arm.
Beck gave Crowley an amused (perhaps slightly enchanted) smile and accepted the proffered arm.
The Winchesters followed the demon with their girl on his arm. They walked into what appeared to be a billiard room, where Crowley poured Beck her drink.
"What the hell is this?!" Dean demanded.
"You know how deep I could have buried this?" Crowley asked, then gestured with his hand and behind Sam, the door shut.
"I wish you had." Beck grumbled taking a sip of her bourbon.
"Do ya know pretty girl? How's the bourbon?" Crowley inquired.
"Perfect, if you weren't a demon Mr. Crowley I'd fall in bed with you for the booze alone." Beck laughed.
"Thank you, my dear." Crowley smiled back.
Dean looked at Becky horrified.
There was no way in hell she could mean that!
Sam arched an eyebrow, gave Beck an indulgent smile, and said, "You're drinking bourbon and flirting with a demon. You really have to be pissed at me and Dean."
"Jackpot, Sammy-dear!" Beck crowed with a roll of her eyes.
Crowley pointed the Colt at Dean and said, "I want you to take this thing to Lucifer and empty it into his face."
"Uh-huh, Dean grunted, and exactly why would you want the Devil dead?"
"It's called survival, but I forgot at best you two are functional morons. At least Miss Lindsey is not a total loss, you'd be dead several times over without her." Crowley said.
"Functional morons? Functional m-m-morons?" Dean stuttered in indignation.
"Really Mr. Crowley I have to insist on you not insulting these two...that's my job." Beck admonished.
"My apologize, Beck. I'll try my best not to usurp your job again." Crowley playfully apologized.
"Thank you. I can't say I blame you for wanting Lucifer turned into Swiss cheese." Beck replied.
"Becky?" Dean asked.
"Lucifer is an angel Dean, not a demon." Beck replied with strained patience.
"An angel famous for his hatred of humankind, to him you're just filthy bags of pus. That's the way he feels about you." Crowley added on to Beck's explanation.
Dean eyed the Colt lying on the table so close at hand wondering if he could feasibly get it away from Crowley and destroy him. After Crowley was dead they could use it to ice the devil. Becky just had to be wrong about that one otherwise they were out of options.
"What can he think about us?" Crowley asked not really expecting an answer.
"But he created you." Sam said.
"That doesn't matter Sam, to Lucifer demons are just dispensable tools to be used and tossed aside. Like a regular person would use a tissue for a runny nose. Not all parents give a tinker's damn about their children, sweetie." Beck tried to explain to Sam gently.
The Winchesters looked between Beck and Crowley.
The girl from "the other side" and the demon looked at each other.
"If Lucifer succeeds in wiping out humanity, demons will be next. If he doesn't you go back to dealing with demons." Beck explained, summing up what she knew Crowley had planned to say with a little too much flourish for her taste.
"Help me and you boys may get through this with your pretty little girlfriend here." Crowley said trying to sound enticing, instead of whiny.
It was not working too well.
Crowley picked up the Colt, twirled it around, and said to the Winchester boys. "So, how bout I give you this thing and you go kill the Devil?!"
Beck shook her head and groaned as she watch her men. She knew they would take the stupid thing from Crowley. She also knew that this was a waste of their time.
Sometimes it just did not pay to get out of bed in the morning.
Crowley shook the Colt in front of Sam. Sam took the Colt, thanked Crowley, and asked the demon if he knew where the Devil was.
"Thursday. Birdies tell me that he's in Carthage, Missouri." Crowley replied helpfully.
"Sam, don't you're only going to end up looking like an idiot." Beck said watching the two Winchesters exchange a look.
Sam thanked Crowley and then put the Colt to his forehead and tried to kill him.
The gun clicked, but nothing happened, it was empty.
Crowley rolled his eyes and said, "You're probably gonna need some more ammunition. Miss Lindsey did try to warn you."
"Thank you, for the effort Mr. Crowley. But it's not like they ever listen to a damn thing I say." Beck smiled at the demon.
"Sorry to hear it, love. Care for a refill?" Crowley returned sympathetically.
"Why yes, please. This really is the best bourbon I've had in a long time, by the way, thank you." Beck replied.
"You're quite welcome, darling." Crowley told Beck as he took her glass, refilled it, and handed it back to her.
Crowley then turned to his desk and began to rifle through a drawer for ammunition for the Colt.
"Uh, excuse me for asking, but aren't you signing your own death warrant? I mean what happens to you if we go up against the Devil and lose?" Dean asked confused by Crowley's behavior.
Crowley had stopped rifling through his desk while Dean was speaking, when Dean was finished, Crowley replied, " Number one: He's going to wipe us all out anyway. Two: After you leave here I go on an extended vacation to all points nowhere. And Three: HOW ABOUT YOU DON'T MISS, OKAY?! MORONS!"
Crowley threw the ammunition at Dean and disappeared.
"Well, the yelling was certainly uncalled for." Beck said with a sigh putting her drink down.
"Just the yelling?" Sam asked with a little frown.
"Yes, just the yelling. I've already told you the Colt won't work on Lucifer. So Morons is pretty apt in my book at the moment." Beck replied and headed out the library door to the Impala.
Back at Bobby's house, it was agreed that this was pretty much the last night on earth by everyone, but Beck. She knew better, but she was unwilling to let her family forgo their good time. The next day would be one of the biggest in the apocalypse so far.
Jo was sitting near her mother, who happened to be going shot for shot with Cas.
Beck stopped near them, shook her head, and said, "Careful Castiel. You're going to end up wishing that Lucifer would just lop your head off in the morning if you keep going like that. Having fun corrupting my angel Ellen?"
"He's doing pretty good, Becca, and what the hell if we die tomorrow it won't matter anyhow." Jo replied for her mother with a grin.
Beck just chuckled at Jo. She leaned down, placed a kiss on Cas's forehead, and joined the Winchester men. Sam and Dean were drinking beers and shooting the shit at Bobby's desk. The boy's banter turned serious all too soon with Dean arguing that if the Devil was in Missouri then Sam could not come as it would be like, "Handing the Devil his vessel."
Sam, of course, disagreed, "Haven't we learned anything, no if we do this we do it together."
It was then that Beck slid her body around Sam's arm and plunked her butt into his lap.
Dean leaned back away from his brother and watched to see what Becky would do next.
"He's right, Dean. I know you don't like it, but deal. Sam has to say yes before Lucifer can take over. Lucifer only wants Sam to say yes of his own free will. Unlike you where the angels on Micheal's team don't care how they get you to say yes, as long as you do." Beck said forcing reason upon the man she loved.
"Alright. I get it. You're on Sam's side, I still think it's a stupid idea though." Dean replied.
"Noted and Logged." Beck told him with a roll of her eyes.
Beck turned her head and called over to Jo, "Hey, sissy do me a favor and turn on the radio!"
Jo smiled, got up, and turned on the tunes for Beck.
Jo went back over to where her mom and Cas were drinking and asked Cas, "Care too?"
Cas frowned for a moment, then understood, and took Jo's hand for a dance, as he once had with Sam.
Beck got off Sam's lap and pulled the younger Winchester to his feet.
"C'mon Sammy, let's dance." Beck said pulling him toward the other "couple" with a giggle.
Ellen was even able to grab Dean for a dance or two before they were all called over by Bobby who wanted a "family photo" taken.
"Everybody git in here! Bobby yelled It's time for the lineup. Usual suspects in the corner."
"Oh, c'mon, Bobby. Nobody wants their picture taken." Ellen groused.
"Here, here." Sam agreed.
"Shut up. You're drinkin' my beer. Anyway, I'm gonna need something to remember ur sorry asses by." Bobby said.
"Ha! Always good to have an optimist around." Ellen flung back as they all crowded together for the photo.
"Oh for pity's sake." Beck sighed feeling annoyed at everyone all of a sudden.
"Bobby's right. Tomorrow we're hunting the Devil. This is our last night on earth." Cas said morosely.
The entire group save Beck became depressed at this thought as the camera whirled, clicked, and snapped the photo.
Needless to say, it was not the nicest picture any of them had ever taken.
The next day found the group, save Bobby, in Carthage, Missouri. A little backwater where several people were missing, they were hoping to find the Devil, and that had zero cell service.
As usual, Beck and the Winchesters rode together. Behind them followed the Harville's and, riding with them, Cas.
The Winchesters and the Harvilles agreed that the place seemed oddly empty. Everyone agreed that the two carloads would split up temporarily. The Winchesters and Beck would check out the police department. While the Harvilles with Cas would canvas the town for people.
After the Harvilles parked and got out, Cas followed the doing his usual angel here-there in the blink of an eye thing.
Cas told the Harville women that the town was not empty, but filled to the brim with Reapers. He let them know this only happened during major occurrences.
Cas excused himself to find out why they were all there.
When he did not return the Harville women went looking for the Winchesters and Beck to see if Cas was with them.
Meanwhile, while Cas was getting himself into trouble. Dean, Sam, and Beck found the police station, parked, and got out of the Impala.
Beck leaned against the hood of the Impala. She watched as Dean and Sam opened the front door of the police station.
"Ain'tcha comin', Becky?" Dean asked seeing her lean against the Impala and not with Sam and himself.
"Nope." Beck replied.
"Why not?" Sam asked,
"No one is in there, it's a waste of time. If you two wanna chase ur tails go right ahead. I'll be waiting right here to tell ya, I told you so." Beck replied waspishly.
"Any more information you'd like to let us in on?" Dean asked irritably.
"Why? What good would that do? You never listen to me anyhow." Beck retorted.
Sam had the grace to look a little shame-faced and looked at his brother. Dean, who was feeling pretty well annoyed at Beck by that time, turned around and went into the police precinct.
As Beck had told him no one was there.
When Dean came back out of the police station ten minutes later he found his baby brother standing in front of Beck having, what appeared to be, a hurried conversation.
From the sound of it, Becky was offering Sam something valuable. Sam was trying to reassure her that the offer was not necessary.
"No one's in there, what the hell is going on in this town?!" Dean demanded as he strode up to Sam and Beck.
"Maybe you should ask Meg and her hellhounds that when we see them, Dean." Beck replied trying to retain the very little patience she had left with him.
"Ugh! You gotta be frickin' kidding me?!" Dean groaned.
"We need to find the others and let them know that the town is empty." Sam said trying to be sensible.
"The town's not empty, Sam-love. It's packed with Reapers." Beck quietly corrected.
"Shit, now we really need to find the others." Dean said.
"No need, here come Jo and Ellen now." Beck replied feeling strangely calm.
The Harville's car came down the street and stopped in front of the three of them. Ellen rolled down the driver's side window.
"Y'all seen Cas?" Ellen asked out her window.
"I thought he was with you?" Dean fired back.
"He was, but he went off and never came back." Ellen replied.
"Oh, Shit!" Beck cried as if just remembering something (which, of course, she was).
"What?!" Ellen and Dean simultaneously demanded.
Beck spun away from her family and ran in the direction the Harvilles had just come from. A moment later Jo was running next to Beck and Sam was right at the girl's heels.
"Becks, what is it?" Sam asked as he ran after the two women getting a nasty feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"I forgot!" Beck wailed in distressed.
"Forgot what? Becky-baby, stop and tell us what is going on!" Dean yelled, running to catch up with the others, from several feet behind.
To everyone's shock, especially Dean's, Beck stopped. She looked at the sky trying to recall everything she would need to ensure her family survived. She realized that at least one sacrifice would need to be made.
Beck lowered her head and turned it toward Jo Harville.
Jo, Beck realized, meant to her what Sam meant to Dean and if it came down to it (which it would Beck already knew) she would sacrifice her own life for her "adopted" sister's.
Beck took a deep breath and said, "Lucifer has Cas trapped. We're gonna have to do this without him."
"Please tell me you are joking, honey." Ellen said joining them.
"I wish I was." Beck dejectedly replied.
"I thought Lucifer only wanted, Sam." Jo said quietly.
"No sissy, he wants Cas too. Sam is his primary focus, but he wants Cas as well. For the simple reason that, as far as the rest of the angels are concerned, at this point, Cas is public enemy number two." Beck explained sorrowfully.
"How do you figure that one, Becky?" Dean asked.
"Cas defied his family, defied Heaven itself just as Lucifer did Dean. Lucifer is sure he can win our angel over to his side and gain an ally." Beck tiredly explained.
"No, there is no way Cas would join with Lucifer, Becks." Sam asserted.
"I know, Sam. Cas is completely loyal to Dean, there is no way he'd willingly betray him." Beck replied.
"What about the rest of us?" Ellen asked slightly worried.
"Only if Dean asked him too." Beck told Ellen with a genuine full smile.
"I don't get it." Jo said with a confused frown.
"It's actually pretty easy, sissy. Dean has, more than once, shown Cas what family is supposed to be like. He's been a better brother to him than the other angels ever were." Beck grinned with pride looking over at Dean.
"Love, plain old-fashioned love. Something that the rest of the angels, for some reason, can't understand." Ellen stated.
"Bingo." Beck replied.
"Is there any chance of finding Castiel, Becks?" Sam asked.
"I don't know, Sammy. You gotta remember I'm working from what I saw on the show from my alternate reality. Things have already been changed because of my being here. Some of it stayed the same, but not exactly at the same time. So maybe we can find him, I hope so." Beck replied turning to look at Sam.
"Well then, let's stop chewing the fat and go try to find our angel." Ellen said.
Beck nodded her assent and smiled.
She knew she had no regrets (nor would ever) about the sacrifice she would make.
Ellen was her second mother and that was just how it had to be.
Dean, Sam, Ellen, Jo, and Beck walked through the streets of town loaded with packs, guns, and ammunition.
"Great we've only been in town twenty minutes and we've lost the only angel up our sleeve." Dean bitched.
"Lucifer has Cas, Dean. I'm sorry but we're gonna have to face that. We're about to have much bigger problems." Beck said confirming what she had previously told the Winchesters and the Harvilles.
"There you are." a female voice said.
The Winchesters, the Harvilles, and Miss Lindsey swung guns at the ready-to-face, as Beck had predicted earlier, Meg.
"Meg!" Sam belted out.
The Harvilles looked at Sam in confusion.
Meg looked smug and arrogant.
"Shouldn't have come here, boys." Meg said.
"Yea, well I could say the same thing for you." Dean fired back advancing toward her, leveling the Colt at her.
"Didn't come here alone, Dean-o." Meg taunted.
Meg glanced to her right and a low growl along with vibration and ripple of puddle water announced her companions.
"Hellhounds," Dead said feeling afraid and yet succeeding in keeping his fear out of his voice
"Yea, Dean your favorite! Meg crowed and added, C'mon boys my father wants to see you."
"Yea, I think we'll pass!" Sam called back in defiance.
"He wants to see you too, again, Miss. Lindsey." Meg called over to Beck.
"He knows where I am. I'm not going anywhere with you." Beck replied as she walked over to Dean and stood by his side.
"Your call. You can make this easy or you can make this really really hard." Meg shrugged trying for reason.
The Hellhounds growled and barked menacingly nearby. Threatening the Winchesters, Beck, and the Harvilles.
Dean turned his head to Beck, searching her profile. He could see frightened as she was, she was also angry and defiant.
Dean turned and looked back at Ellen. His look asked for support and advice from his surrogate mother.
Ellen Harville looked straight back at the man considered a son and nodded her assent.
Dean turned back to Meg re-aimed the Colt and said, "When have you ever known us to make anything easy?"
Meg shook her head.
Dean at the last second turned the Colt and shot, killing the Hellhound next to her.
Dean grabbed Beck's arm fast, turned her and himself around quickly, and yelled, "Run!"
Beck, the Winchesters, and the Harvilles ran as fast as they could with the remainder of the Hellhounds hard on their heels.
A Hellhound made a leap for Dean and landed on his back bringing the eldest Winchester down on his belly.
Dean grunted, causing both Jo and Beck to spin around and see what happened. Ellen and Sam followed suit.
"Dean!" the young women cried out and started for Dean.
"Stay back!" Dean yelled at them.
Jo fired her shotgun at the Hellhound, and Dean ducked his head against the pavement.
Jo kept advancing firing her shotgun, now with Beck at her side doing the exact same thing. Beck heard the Hellhound coming and moved herself into the direct path of the Hellhound protecting Jo.
"Ahhhhh!" Beck cried out in pain as the Hellhound brought her down and ripped into her.
"Oh God, Becks!" Sam yelled.
Samuel Winchester ran over to his fallen friend, scooped her up, and ran her to the nearest sanctuary, a nearby store.
Once in the store, Sam put Beck down on the floor, while he and Dean secured it with salt.
"Not a bad way to die, just severely painful." Beck said coughing up a little blood.
"You're not dying, baby. I'm not gonna allow it." Dean said.
"Ever the control freak." Beck said with a weak chuckle.
From the floor, Beck motioned for Jo to come over to her.
Jo saw the gesture and did as Beck silently requested.
She knew the girl she loved, as a sister, was bleeding out. She also knew there was nothing any of them could do about it.
Jo moved towards Beck, crouched down, and asked, "What do you need me to do, sissy?"
"Those Hellhounds are gonna keep coming after y'all if they're not stopped when they're done with me. I want you to help me rig this place to go up when they get here to..." Beck told Jo softly trailing off.
"Mom, can you come here please." Jo called her mother over.
Ellen walked over to the two young women, crouched down, and looked at Beck, as she tried not to tear up.
"Get Sam and Dean out of here. I don't care how you do it. Just please momma, find a way to keep them safe till after I'm gone, just until then." Beck raspily pleaded with Ellen.
"I love you, Becca-Ann. You're my daughter too, I'll take care of the boys." Ellen promised trying not to choke up.
"I love you too, Momma." Beck gasped out painfully.
Ellen kissed Beck on the forehead and tried to make her more comfortable. The boys tried to contact Bobby on the radio, as Jo worked on the bomb with a dead man's switch and remote. While Jo was rigging up the bomb, dead man's switch, and remote, the boys finally got a hold of Bobby via ham radio.
"Paging Five Delta Oscar come in...Paging Five Delta Oscar come in...Paging Five Delta Oscar come in." Dean said into the ham radio speaker.
Finally, across the radio waves, Bobby came back with, "Five Delta Oscar, go ahead."
"Bobby it's Dean we got troubles." Dean told him.
"It's ok, boy. That's why I'm here. Is everyone alright?" Bobby asked.
"No, it's...it's Becky. Bobby, it's pretty bad." Dean replied trying to keep it together.
"Ok, copy that. So now we figure out what we do next." Bobby replied shaken.
Dear God, please not the girl!
"Bobby I don't think she's..." Dean started to say and then stopped trying not to cry.
"I said, What do we do next, Dean." Bobby replied trying desperately to hold himself and Dean together.
Dean started to tear up, took a deep breath, wiped his eyes, and replied, "Right, ok, right."
"Now tell me what you got." Bobby instructed.
Dean told him what he had and eventually, at length, Bobby wanted to know how many reapers there were. Dean faltered and when he did Ellen stepped in and told Bobby at least a dozen or more.
After that Bobby let Dean know that the devil was planning on performing a ritual to unleash the Angel of Death, the Fourth Horseman and that's why all the reapers were in town. They were waiting for their boss, big daddy reaper himself.
Dean wanted to know if Bobby had any more good news.
(Sarcastic Prick.)
Bobby came through with the location of the devil.
Dean told Sam.
To which Sam replied, "Now all we gotta do is get past at least eight or so Hellhounds."
"No worries there, Sam. I've got you covered. I've lost a ton of blood. Hell hounds smell it, fresh meat." Beck called from her position on the floor.
"No! No way am I letting you go out like that, Baby!" Dean yelled.
"You don't get a choice, Dean. If I'm going down it's going to be my way. I choose this." Beck said tiredly.
"Everything's ready to go as soon as you are sissy." Jo said trying not to cry.
Beck managed a weak chuckle and motioned for Sam to come over to her.
"Yea?" Sam asked crouching next to Beck.
"Promise me that no matter what, you will keep him going. Don't let me down this time Sammy." Beck choked out.
"I won't, Becks. I promise." Sam rasped out.
"K'mere, Sam-I-Am." Beck said.
Sam leaned forward and rested his head against Beck's.
Beck raised her chin and kissed Sam softly on the lips.
"Grab Ellen and Jo, head for the roof now. When Dean gets there you four jump and stay alive. Love you, Sammy." Beck said by way of goodbye to Sam.
"Get over here, Winchester." Beck ordered Dean after she heard Sam, Jo, and Ellen leave.
"Don't do this, baby. Please Becky there's gotta be another way." Dean pleaded.
"There is no other way, you know that. Stop the apocalypse. Get rid of the Devil." Beck told Dean.
"I will. Is there...Is there anything else that you need?" Dean asked.
"Yup, Jo made a remote to all this as a fail-safe, just in case. If for one instant it looks like the deadman's switch didn't work or Jo can't do it, push the button." Beck told him.
"Aw, Becky no you can't ask me to do that." Dean replied horrified.
"Not asking, Mister. Telling. I've never been sorry I came here, not even for a second. Remember that ok?" Beck told Dean trying to keep her strength.
"Yea." Dean replied.
"Go...Dean, go!" Beck yelled at him.
Dean took one last look at Beck as he went to the roof like she had told him to and felt the biggest regret that he could not get the words he needed out.
Before he left Dean made sure to unchain the door and kick away the salt, to let the Hellhounds in.
On her own, with the Hellhounds entering the hardware store Beck smiled, waited only a few minutes, and said, "I love you, Dean." Beck died, activating the deadman's switch and setting off the bombs.
The hardware store exploded in fire destroying the remains of Rebecca Annette Lindsey and the Hellhounds with her.
From the alleyway, in relative safety, Sam, Dean, Ellen, and Jo turned their heads as they heard the store explode with a fiery...*BANG!*
The Winchesters and the Harvilles separated, promising to meet back at Bobby's.
Sam and Dean went to the farm where they found Lucifer performing the ritual to raise Death. Dean tried to use the Colt to kill him, but Lucifer just got up after being shot. He told them the exact same thing Beck had about the Colt being useless in killing him.
Lucifer flung Dean against a tree, argued with Sam, and had a little pity party.
Thankfully Castiel, using the demon Meg as a bridge, escaped his trap and rescued the Winchesters.
The Winchesters caught up with the Harvilles at Bobby's as promised, along with Cas. There, at Bobby's, they all agreed to a final tribute to the young woman who had lost her life for theirs.