All Of Me!

(Chapter Nineteen)

Dean turned at looked at Beck, she watched him swallow hard.

Beck wondered what he would do next; throw holy water on her, try to stab her with a silver knife, fire off a shotgun of rock salt at her, or just plain kill her again.

He did none of these things, what he did do was stride over to Beck and pull her into his arms.

Beck felt totally confused and elated by Dean's actions. His hand reached up towards her face and he ran his fingers through her hair repeatedly stroking her hair. Beck gave Dean her warmest smile and then sunk her body against his own. Beck rested her head on his shoulder and just breathed him in.

"I will see you two again soon. I have other business that needs to be attended to." Cas told them and before either of them could say anything to him was gone.

Beck rolled her eyes at Cas's method of departure. It was so classically Cas. She had truly missed his odd ways and wished she'd been able to convince Joshua to let her have him in her heaven's version of the Black Falls at her side.

Beck pulled her head up from its position on Dean's shoulder and looked at him.

"You're real right? This is really happening? I haven't lost my mind have I?" Dean wanted to know.

"I'm really here. This is really happening and no, you haven't gone crazy, Dean-Love." Beck smirked, using his usual nicknames for her against him.

"Hi there, Becky-Baby." Dean grinned.

"Hi there yourself, Mister." Beck replied reverting back to her own nickname for him.

Beck slipped out of Dean's arms, grabbed his hand, and lead him to the bed.

Dean looked at her slightly confused, but the confusion faded quickly when her pale pink baby doll dress dropped (apparently they do not do bras in heaven), and she slid off her panties.

Within a step and a half, Beck's naked body was against Dean's completely clothed one. Without giving time for nervousness or hesitation her hands glided underneath his shirt and slid it off of him.

Beck watched as Dean blinked and looked pleasantly surprised by her actions.

As she started on Dean's pants; he grabbed her hips and slammed his mouth against hers. She moaned softly into his mouth enjoying every bit of this kiss and the feel of his hands running against her naked body.

Beck finally succeeded in getting his pants off and once she had; Dean took the lead.

Before Beck knew how far it had gone they were on the bed. She moaned and arched her body up for his. Dean responded with his own erection pressing back down upon her.

They spent the rest of the night making love. Neither of them had thought of regret as they fell asleep as the dawn broke through the motel window.

The sound of Dean's cellphone ringing woke Beck up out of sound sleep in his arms.

She fumbled around for the phone for a moment and then found it.

Beck checked the caller's I.D. and saw it was Sam calling; she answered the phone with, "Sammy, Dean is asleep. I will have him call you back after he's gotten more than three hours. Ok? Love you."

After this was said Beck hung up. Giving Sam no chance to reply.

Dean raised himself up onto one elbow and looked down at Beck, who had resettled in bed and stuffed his phone under her pillow to muffle the sound, should a second call occur.

Beck turned and snuggled against her naked bedmate; hoping Dean would either make love to her again or lay back down with her to fall back into sleep.

Dean laughed softly at what Becky had just pulled on Sam. His brother was probably wondering if he was going nuts or if his big brother was in serious trouble.

"We've only slept for maybe three hours, mister. Either go back to sleep or come make love to me again." Beck stipulated slightly sleepy.

"Whatever you want baby." Dean replied huskily.

Dean pulled Beck to him and started to make love to her all over again.

Both tasting, touching, and giving back as good as they got from the other.

Sleep eventually came again to the two of them.

Beck fell asleep first; Dean watched her sleep, halfway there himself.

As Dean shut his eyes and pulled Beck closer; he nuzzled into her hair and murmured, "I love you, Becky."

At six in the evening that night Beck woke up. She looked at the man sleeping next to her and couldn't believe how in love with him she was.

Beck sat up, leaned down, and kissed Dean lightly on the cheek. She got out of bed and went to the bathroom for a shower.

Dean woke up, without Becky in his arms, about twenty minutes after the shower turned on. All he could do to stare at the ceiling and wonder if it had all been the best dream he had ever had.

His Becky had come back to him, she had willingly given him her body (more than once), and he had gotten to tell her (without her being dead) that he loved her.

There was no way that it could've been real, and yet here he was in bed with a woman's scent still on the sheets. Probably it was some pretty little broad he'd picked up at a bar in a drunken haze and now she was taking a shower before scooting out of his motel room door.

Dean knew that he probably owed the girl an apology, he was fairly certain he'd called out Becky's name during.

But hell the girl should've been aware that he was drunk when he picked her up so what'd she expect.

The bathroom door opened, and Beck walked out wrapped in a towel. She saw Dean still deliciously naked and staring at the ceiling.

Ookaaay.

"There's still some hot water left if you want a shower, Dean." Beck said walking back over towards him to retrieve the only set of clothes she had.

Dean bolted upright and stared at Beck.

It hadn't been a dream, it had all really happened, and why was she looking at him like she couldn't decide whether to eat him alive or smack him upside his head?

"Dean, close your mouth babe unless you plan to catch a fly." Beck giggled at the expression on his face.

"Am I awake and were you always this beautiful in the morning?" Dean asked his mouth dry.

"Yes you're awake and it's six-thirty at night, mister." Beck replied glossing over his remark about her being beautiful.

"Any chance you'd be willing to drop the towel, forget getting dressed and come back to bed?" Dean requested trying his best to sound seductive.

"How bout some dinner first. I'm starving. When we get back you can have me all you want for dessert." Beck offered with a soft chuckle.

"You're on." Dean grinned.

"Well then, unless you plan to get arrested for indecent exposure might I suggest putting on some clothes too, my Dean?" Beck asked playfully.

Her Dean.

For the moment, for the two of them, those two words said it all.

Dean looked at Becky, he knew he could easily just pull her back into bed. Her eyes told him that she loved what she saw and would make no real protest about him having "dessert" before dinner.

"Can we just order in instead?" Dean tried, not really ready to share Becky with anyone.

Beck thought for a moment, that it was a tempting idea. She could easily just drop her towel, happily climb back into Dean's arms, and start all over again, while they were waiting for food to show up.

Beck tilted her head to the side and asked, "What were you thinking of ordering for dinner?"

Dean's face broke into a huge smile.

"How does Chinese sound?" he asked.

"Pork egg rolls, white rice, and teriyaki chicken sound perfect." Beck returned.

"Sounds good to me." Dean agreed.

Dean's stomach rumbled as Beck dropped her towel and straddled him.

Beck giggled at the sound of Dean's tummy demanding food. Still straddling him, Beck lowered herself against Dean. She smiled impishly, and lean across him to grab his phone, still underneath her pillow.

Beck pulled her body back against Dean's, sat up, offered him his phone, and asked, "You wanna order dinner, or should I?"

Dean took the phone out of Beck's hand and grabbed the Chinese menu on the nightstand. He called the number and put in their order.

Beck watched while Dean easily grabbed the Chinese menu and punched in the phone number.

While Dean was giving the order to whoever it was on the other end of the phone, Beck lowered herself back down against him and started kissing his neck.

Dean turned slightly to give Beck better access, chuckled softly, and listened to the information that was being given to him on the other end of his cell.

Beck noted Dean's chuckle and decided to take it up a notch or five.

If he thought that she was so amusing.

He wouldn't be laughing in a minute. That was for damn sure.

Beck trailed her kisses from Dean's neck down to his chest.

From Dean's chest, Beck's kisses continued on to Dean's stomach.

It was about at this point that Dean snapped his cell shut.

"Food'll be here in about thirty minutes or so. Enjoying yourself, Becky~baby?" Dean inquired with a smirk.

"Mmmhhmm" was all the reply he received.

Beck now dipped her kisses from Dean's stomach to his hips and onto his erection.

She smiled, that hadn't taken much effort.

Dean's heart pounded in anticipation of what Becky would do next, what he hoped she would do next.

Beck did not disappoint, a moment later she had taken the whole of him in her mouth, and began to work his throbbing erection. She couldn't believe how unbelievably good he tasted or how amazingly delicious his gasps and strangled moans of pleasure sounded.

Dean could not believe how unbelievable it felt to be throbbing inside Becky's mouth.

He had been given blow jobs before, but this one, to a man hopelessly in love, blew them all away.

With one last strangled groan, Dean reached the height of his pleasure and spilled it into Beck's mouth.

Beck moaned softly in contentment as she swallowed every bit of Dean's eruption.

Doing so earned her a shudder of pleasure and a look of happy surprise from Dean as she made her way up the bed and into his arms.

There was a knock on the motel room door, the thirty minutes it seemed were up.

Dean sat up, bent down, grabbed Beck's abandoned towel, stood up, wrapped it around his waist, and walked to the door.

Beck watched Dean put on her towel and shook her head.

He would answer a door in just that and nothing else.

From his position at the door Dean turned and looked at his still naked lover, he raised an eyebrow at her and smiled.

Beck got the message easily enough, sat up, and slid under the sheets, so Dean could open the door for the delivery guy with their dinner.

Dean opened the door, took the food, paid the guy, closed the door, and with said food in hand rejoined Beck on the bed.

"Please tell me you remembered to request chopsticks or plastic forks?" Beck asked taking a container of food from Dean and opening it.

"Yup, here ya go Becky." Dean replied handing Beck a plastic fork.

"Thank you." Beck said taking the fork and leaning over and giving him a quick kiss.

"Welcome." Dean smiled.

Neither of them said much at the start of their meal.

Both had questions about what had happened, both were trying to be polite enough to let the other go first.

Both wondered the same thing, "Was this just sex?"

So neither spoke.

Beck broke the silence first by asking, "Why are you on your own?"

"Needed some time away, after you died." Dean half mumbled.

"Were Sam and Bobby alright the last time you saw them?" Beck asked tentatively.

"Other than being upset by you dying last time I heard they were ok." Dean returned.

"Good, you should call Sam back in a bit though. He's probably out of his mind with worry about now." Beck replied.

"Yea, poor kid probably thinks he's lost his mind or... Dean started to reply when a very loud pounding came at the motel room door.

"Dean! Open the door or I'm going to bust it in!" yelled, a rather frightened for his brother, Sam Winchester.

"Well, at least you won't have to call him." Beck sighed.

A moment later, as promised, Sam busted through the motel room door. He was not alone Bobby, in his wheelchair, was right on his heels.

Both men observed Beck on the bed with Dean only covered by a sheet.

Beck blushed a little and said, "Hey you two what's up?"

That's when all hell broke loose.

Sam catapulted into action and tried to kill Beck with a silver blade.

If it hadn't been for Dean's interference and Beck scrambling to the top of the bed Sam would have succeeded in sending Beck back to Heaven.

Unfortunately, Sam's attempts did not stop there, thankfully Dean kept him busy.

Bobby, in his wheelchair, looked so torn at the sight of Beck. He watched Sam's attempts to take out the young woman or monster in the bed with Dean. He didn't know whether to help Sam or Dean so he stayed put.

While his boys were battling it out with each other Bobby rolled himself over to the young woman in the bed and threw holy water on her.

Beck looked at him surprised, shook her head of the access water, and demanded, "Did I really need another shower that bad, Bobby?!"

"Get ur ass outta that bed!" Bobby thundered.

Beck did as he wanted, nudity and all. Bobby was her father, even if he may not have known it. She knew Bobby didn't look at her that way, never had.

Things started to turn into a nightmare between Dean and Sam, both screamed at Bobby for help, while Bobby tried not to have a mental breakdown.

It was at that moment when Cas showed up, helped Dean stop Sam, calmed Bobby down, and lent Beck, Jimmy's trench coat to cover herself with.

Once it had been established, without a shadow of reasonable doubt, that Beck was really Miss Rebecca Annette Lindsey (Beck). Not a demon or a shapeshifter or anything like that, everything calmed down considerably.

"I am so sorry Becks! If I had known, but who comes back from Heaven?" Sam apologized.

"It's ok, Sam. I know you were trying to protect Dean and for the record apparently, I do since my family is here; not in heaven." Beck replied accepting Sam's apology

.

Bobby, on the other hand, left the hotel room. Beck had to go after him.

When Beck caught up to Bobby, she found that he was crying.

Wearing nothing, but the trench coat handed to her by Cas; Beck said to him," Bobby it will be okay. I'm not mad that you thought I was a demon or something like that. I understand."

"There's no way you could Becca, but I'm glad ur not pissed at me for trying to end ya, again." Bobby told Beck roughly.