Something That I Want!
(Chapter Twenty-One)
Valentines Day is the most romantic day of the year.
Beck was actually looking forward to the holiday this year. She had someone to spend it with, her lover, Dean. Beck planned on her and Dean taking a break sometime during Valentine's Day to have a nice romantic dinner together.
Dean, on the other hand, seemed to have other plans, as he had continually been giving Beck the brush off to the point that Beck offered to go with Sam and play FBI or whatever to check out their newest case.
A couple who had eaten each other to death.
Yuck!
"So, you were the one who found the bodies?" Sam asked the young woman who was packing up her friend's things.
"There was blood everywhere and other stuff." the girl replied uncomfortably.
Sam looked at her sympathetically and Beck wrinkled her nose.
"I think Alice was already dead." the girl continued.
"But Russell wasn't?" Sam asked.
"I think he was mostly, except he was still sorta...chewing, a little." the girl said looking a little disturbed.
"It was probably just the last nerves firing off, like when you cut the head off a chicken." Beck said kindly.
Sam gave both Beck and the girl a confused look and then said, "Oh."
"How could two people even do that, eat each other to death?" the girl asked.
"That's a really good question." Sam said softly.
"We're still looking into that." Beck told the girl.
"Now the last few days, did you notice her acting erratically?" Sam asked.
"How do you mean?" the girl wanted to know.
"Did she seem angrier or more combative than what was normal for her?" Beck asked kindly.
"No way. Alice never drank, never even swore. She was a nice girl and I"m talking like a "nice girl". Like she still had a promise ring, if you know what I mean." the girl told them.
"She was a virgin?!" Sam asked disbelievingly.
"No premarital. Used to wonder how she did it, I mean, ya know didn't do it." the girl said.
"She sounds like she was a lovely person." Beck consoled softly.
The girl picked up a stuffed bunny and said, "It was her first date in months. She was so excited."
"Apparently, they were both pretty excited." Sam said.
Beck turned back to Sam and gave him a quick disapproving frown, that clearly said, "Sam!"
After the interview, Sam and Beck returned to the Impala.
"You hungry?" Sam asked Beck once in the car.
"No, not after that, but if you are let's find somewhere on the way back to the motel." Beck replied.
Sam and Beck hit a drive-thru getting Sam something to eat and drink, Beck opted for a diet coke. They got back to the motel with no problems.
Sam unlocked the door to the motel room drinking his soda with Beck close behind him.
"How did it go?" Dean asked as Beck closed the door.
"No EMF, no sulfur. Ghost possession and demonic possession are probably out." Sam replied.
"Hmm. That's where I was putting my money." Dean replied.
"Nope." Sam said.
"Well then, what then?" Dean asked rubbing his eyes.
"Ten kinds of nasty you don't really wanna know about, baby." Beck replied heading for the bathroom.
"What does that mean?" Sam asked.
"Wait and see Sammy-love." Beck answered before closing the bathroom door.
"Looks like she's back to her cryptic no information self." Sam sighed.
"Uhhh!" Dean groaned.
Beck came out of the bathroom having changed into a rather sexy dress.
She looked at Dean with a grin and said, "Generally, that's something I hear outta you during sex, hun!"
Sam spat up his soda on Dean.
Dean jumped to his feet and yelled, "Dude!"
Beck tossed back her pretty blonde mane and laughed.
"Sorry. Sam said apologetically, I guess you're going to need to take a shower before you take off."
"Sorry?" Dean asked.
"Enjoy your night, you two deserve it." Sam smiled.
"Where am I going and with who?" Dean asked.
"Dean, it's Valentine's Day, your favorite holiday. I figured you had something planned for you and Becks." Sam said confused.
"Yea, I guess I'm not feeling it this year." Dean replied.
Sam stared at Dean incredulously and then looked at Beck. She looked gorgeous; any man would count himself lucky to take her out tonight.
"You're kidding?!" Sam demanded disbelievingly.
"Don't worry about it too much, Sammy. I'm going out, with or without Mr. Valentines Day Killer here." Beck told Sam.
"You are?" Sam asked.
"Well, I sure didn't get dressed up like this to waste it on you two, a motel room, and cheap beer, sweetie." Beck replied with a roll of her eyes and a smile.
"Where are you going?" Dean asked.
"A bar most likely. See ya sometime tomorrow." Beck replied as she grabbed her purse and headed out the door.
"Oh, that cannot be good." Sam said.
"Yea." Dean sighed.
Shit, he'd screwed up!
Beck found a nice bar and drank, well several men bought her drinks at least.
When she got bored with that Beck found a strip club and decided to put on a Valentine's Day show for the lonely men at the club.
The club manager offered Beck a job full-time, which she politely turned down.
Beck decided to go ahead with the ending half of her Valentine's Day plan without Dean, rented a room with a king-size bed, and slept like a rock.
Knowing where "her men" would be Beck made her way to the morgue for her first experience examining organs and dead body parts.
"Hey you two, how did your evening go?" Beck asked upon entering the morgue and seeing "her men".
"Oh, you know us; party, party, party." Dean snarked.
"Poor Sam. Did you have to put up with Dean PMSing all night? You would have been better off coming out with me." Beck chuckled in response to Dean's rudeness.
So, had a good time then?" Sam asked.
"Mmmhhmm," Beck replied as she closed her eyes and staggered a bit.
"Becky?! Hey, you ok?" Dean asked as he rushed forward to her.
Dean caught Beck before she completely swooned.
"She ok?" Sam asked concerned.
"Mmmm." Beck groaned.
"Yea, I think so." Dean smiled holding Beck.
"Give Sam your phone to call Castiel, please Dean?" Beck murmured.
"Why, what's up?" Dean asked taking out his phone and handing it to Sam.
"Nokian insignia on the hearts, just like on you and Sam's ribs." Beck replied softly and then added to Sam, "Just tell him to zero in on me, Sam."
"Any particular reason for that?" Dean asked curiously.
"If you'd called him, instead of Sam, you would have had Cas in your personal space and both of you still on your cells." Beck giggled slightly still in Dean's arms.
"Hello, Rebecca." Cas greeted popping in at that moment.
"Hey Cas, hang up your cell will ya?" Beck asked tiredly.
Castiel snapped his cell phone shut.
He walked over to Rebecca being held, still, by Dean, and looked at her.
She looked off as if something had taken hold and she couldn't shake it.
"What is wrong. Rebecca?" Cas asked.
"Check the hearts Sam has over there in those Tupperware containers they may have Nokian brands on them." Beck replied straightening up but staying in Dean's arms.
Cas walked over to Sam and took one of the hearts out of its container.
Cas inspected the heart, then its fellow, and found the suspected mark Sam had noticed and Rebecca had mentioned.
"You're right, Rebecca. This is an angelic mark. I imagine that similar marks would be found on the other couples as well." Cas reported.
"So what are they? I mean, what do they mean?" Sam asked as Beck and Dean joined him and Cas at the autopsy table.
"It's a mark of union. This man and woman were intended to mate." Cas explained.
"Ok, but who put 'em there?" Dean asked.
"Well, Cas said uncomfortably, your people call them cupid."
"A What?" Sam asked disbelievingly.
Beck giggled, causing "her men" to stare at her.
Cas drew a breath, turned away the giggly Rebecca along with the dumbfounded Winchesters, and said, "What human myth has mistaken for cupid, is actually a lower order of angel. Technically it's a cherub, third class."
"Cherub?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, they're all over the world. There are dozens of them." Cas stated.
"You mean the little flying fat kid in the diapers?" Dean asked slightly grossed out.
Beck started full-on giggling again and actually snorted, causing her to laugh harder.
Cas turned back around, looked at both Dean and Rebecca with his "constipated bulldog" face, and said, "They are not incontinent."
"Ok, so what you're saying..." Sam started to say.
"What I am saying is a cupid has gone rogue and we have to stop him before he kills again." Cas interrupted Sam vehemently.
"Naturally." Sam replied sarcastically with a snort of his own.
"Course we do." Dean said conspiratorially.
Beck looked at the three of "her men" and this time made no effort to control herself as she started to full-on laugh; holding her sides with tears rolling and all.
"Rebecca, exactly what about a murderous cupid is so amusing?!" Cas demanded.
"Not a damn thing." Beck replied with a snort of mirth.
"Care to share the joke, then there Becks?" Sam asked.
Beck shook her head no, got herself under control, and said, "Remember the Leshi well it's like that."
"So, I'm cutting off a cupid head?" Sam asked.
"No, sweetie. No head-chopping this time." Beck replied with a Texas-size grin.
"Are you gonna be ok?" Dean wanted to know.
"No, but neither is Sam or Cas, so I'm in good company." Beck replied finally controlling herself.
"We're not?" Sam asked.
"Sam, you're already not. Please no bullshit." Beck replied tiredly.
"So earlier, the man with the briefcase; he's a..." Sam trailed off knowing Becks would understand.
"Yea, 'fraid so." Beck replied.
"Hey, remember me? What the hell is going on here?!" Dean demanded.
"If you still need me too, I'll tell you after Cas's rogue cupid. 'Cause baby this is another one I have no intention of missing." Beck promised.
Dean sighed, nodded, and replied, "Fair enough."
Later that evening Beck, the Winchesters along with Cas found themselves at a romantic restaurant, of Cas's choosing. It was the sort of place Beck would have loved to spend alone with Dean for Valentine's Day. There were couples everywhere; kissing, holding hands, talking softly, and gazing into each other's eyes.
Beck looked around at the couples and smiled. She looked at Dean sitting next to her, thought about taking his hand, and then decided against it.
The waitress brought them their meals; a burger with fries for the Winchesters, roast chicken with mashed potatoes along with broccoli for Beck.
The Winchesters each had a beer to drink and Beck sipped on a glass of white wine.
Cas had nothing, but water.
"So what? You just happen to know he likes the Cosmos at this place?" Dean asked
Sam and Beck kept quiet quickly starting into their dinners.
"This place is a nexus of human reproduction, it's exactly the kind of garden that cupid will get pumped up to pollinate." Cas replied starting to stare at Dean's burger.
Dean picked up his burger, stared at it, put it back down, and push his plate away.
"Wait a minute, you're not hungry?" Sam asked confused.
"No." Dean replied.
"Just take the damn burger if you want it, Cas." Beck sighed, knowing what would happen next.
Beck, Sam, and Dean watched Cas do exactly that.
Both the Winchester were dumbfounded by Cas's want of human food.
Cas took a couple bites, then the table shook, and Cas said, "He's here."
Sam, Dean, and Cas looked around, Beck on the other hand continued with her meal.
"Where? I don't see anything." Sam asked.
A breeze from nowhere filled the restaurant; swirling ornaments, upsetting napkins, and messing up hairstyles.
"There." Cas said.
The two Winchesters looked at a couple nearby that had started to kiss.
"What you mean that couple in the booth ever there?" Dean asked.
"Meet me in the back." Cas replied and fluttered away.
Beck sighed and put aside her meal.
"Well, come on boys." Beck smiled and grabbed her purse.
Beck and the Winchesters got up and went to the back of the restaurant, where they found Cas.
Cas was holding his hand out exuding what power he could.
"Cas!" Sam said.
"Where is he?" Dean asked.
"I have him tethered." Cas replied.
"Here we go." Beck grinned.
Cas spoke an angelic incantation and demanded that the cupid manifest itself.
"So, where is he?" Dean asked.
"Here I am!" the cupid said, from behind Dean giving him a backward bone-crunching hug; lifting Dean off the floor.
Dean struggled and grunted to no avail, finally yelling, " Help!"
"Help is on the way. Yes, yes it is!" the cupid chortled.
Sam could only stare speechless at what was going on, noticing that the Cupid was completely naked.
"Beg your pardon, but would you mind terribly putting Dean down?" Beck asked sweetly.
"Hello!" the Cupid said releasing Dean and starting to hug Beck.
Beck bore it with patience for a minute or two before she gasped out, "Air!"
"Please release Rebecca." Cas requested.
"Hello, You!" the Cupid said to Cas, dropped Beck, and started to hug his fellow angel.
Dean finally noticed that the Cupid was naked and asked horrified, "This is Cupid?"
"Yes!" Cas replied in a strangled voice.
The Cupid released Cas, spotted Sam, and said, "And look at you, huh?"
Sam got a deer-caught-in-the-headlights look and tried to escape the Cupid exclaiming, "Oh no, no!"
"Oh, yes. Yes. Yes. Yes." the Cupid said materialized in front of Sam for a full-contact hug, while Sam was creeped out and kept his hands up.
"Is this a fight? Are we in a fight?" Dean asked frantically.
"This is...their handshake," Cas replied staring at the Cupid and Sam.
"I don't like it!" Dean told Cas.
"No one likes it." Cas replied matter of factly.
"You ok, Sammy?" Beck asked trying desperately to keep a snigger out of her voice.
Sam gave her a dirty look and suspiciously demanded, "Is this what you were waiting for?!"
"Yep." Beck giggled.
"Oh, it's so nice to see someone happy." the Cupid said cheerfully.
"Thanks, I try." Beck grinned glancing over at "her men", knowing how uncomfortable they were.
"So, what can I do for you?" the Cupid asked Cas.
"Why are you doing this?" Cas demanded.
"Doing what?" the Cupid asked with a smile.
"Your targets, the ones you've marked, they've been slaughtering each other." Cas told the Cupid.
"What? They are?" the Cupid asked confused.
"Listen, Birthday Suit. We know, ok. We know you've been flitting around pumping people with your poison arrow and making 'em murder each other!" Dean stated.
"What we don't know is why!" Cas finished for Dean.
The Cupid looked genuine hurt and upset at this.
"You think that I...Well, uh...I don't know what to say!" the Cupid replied distressed and started to sob.
The Cupid moved around Dean and Dean let him by for fear of being hugged again.
The Cupid sobbed dejectedly while Cas, Beck, and the Winchesters, looked on.
The Winchesters and Cas were stunned by Cupid's reaction.
"Should...Should someone go talk to him?" Sam asked uncomfortably.
"Don't worry Cas. I'll do it." Beck told the angel before the Winchesters had a chance to "volunteer" him.
"Are you sure, Rebecca?" Cas asked.
"Yeah, hun. I'm good." Beck replied and stepped away from the angel, her best friend, and her lover to comfort the distressed Cupid.
Beck walked around the Cupid to face him, pointedly ignored the fact he was naked, reached out her hand, rubbed his arm, and spoke to him in a soothing tone of voice.
Once calmed down enough the Cupid looked at Beck and with a sniffle left asked, " Are you and Dean trying to kill each other?"
"No, no we're not. It's ok." Beck replied immediately understanding what the Cupid was implying.
"That's good. Cause you two are almost as important as the union of John and Mary Winchester." the Cupid told her softly.
"Well, not to tell you your job or anything, but I think one of those arrows of 'urs missed its target where Dean is concerned." Beck contradicted lightly.
"Oh, no. It didn't, he's just stubborn like his sire." the Cupid replied.
"That I knew." Beck chuckled softly.
"I wouldn't do anything to destroy love. I love, Love. I was just following orders." the Cupid said, turned around to face the men, then added looking at Cas "Read my mind, brother, you'll see."
"Don't bother Castiel. I can tell you now, he's telling the truth." Beck said putting the nix on Cas even trying to read the Cupid's mind.
"That's right you're from the "other place" and would know. Jiminy Christmas, thank you!" the Cupid said relieved.
"Yep, that's me. Now please do us all a favor and go back to doing your job with love, 'cause Dean's going to end up hurting his hand trying to deck you if you stick around." Beck told the Cupid.
"Why would he do that?" the Cupid asked slightly upset
" 'Cause he's pissed for whatever reason and that's just how he deals." Beck sighed in reply
"Oh ok. I'll go then. It was so great to meet you and an honor to have been the Proctectress's Cupid." the Cupid gushed before he disappeared
"Nice meeting you too." Beck mumbled with another sigh
Beck rubbed her forehead and thought about what was up next, while "her men" stared at her silently
"Would Dean really have tried to assault the Cupid, Rebecca?" Cas asked breaking the silence.
"Yea Cas." Beck replied tiredly.
"Why Becks?" Sam wanted to know.
"Like I told the Cupid, pissed. It probably also would have been what the Cupid would have said in regards to John and Mary, Sam." Beck told Sam.
"Yea? And what's that, Becky?" Dean asked trying not to growl at her.
"That Heaven uses the "Cupids" to make sure certain people end up together like John and your mom." Beck replied patiently.
"I still don't get it, Why does Heaven care "When Harry Met Sally"?" Dean then asked.
"Mostly they don't, but if they want certain events, like oh say the apocalypse to begin. They would need the right bloodlines to cross to create the two people who would kick start it." Beck gently explained.
"So our parents were used so we could be used. Great. Just perfect." Sam snorted in disgust.
"You pretty much nailed it, Sam-I-Am." Beck confirmed.
"Uuuaaaaah!" Dean growled and then stalked off
Sam and Cas exchanged a look at Dean's departure, then turned their attention back to Beck. Cas was the first, of the two, to notice that Beck was flagging and seemed to be reliving her depleted state he had noticed in the morgue earlier.
"Rebecca, are you alright?" Cas asked voicing his concern for Rebecca.
"I will be eventually, Cas." Beck replied waving off Cas's concern, then looked at Sam and said, "See if you can catch up to Dean and get him calmed down, Sammy."
"You sure Becks? I don't wanna leave you if your sick or something." Sam replied worriedly.
"Sam, I'm fine. Go, cool his ass down if you can. I'll meet you back at the motel. I've got Cas here with me if something happens he'll come to get the two of you." Beck reassured her partner in crime.
Sam took Becks at her word and took off after his brother, leaving Cas to care for their friend.
After Beck was sure Sam was gone she turned to Castiel and said, "Go, ahead and go do whatever it is you need to Cas. I'll be alright."
"Are you sure that you do not require my assistance, Rebecca?" the angel prodded
"As death and taxes." Beck joked
Cas looked at Rebecca slightly confused, then understood, he gave her a small dry smile, and then was gone.
Beck collapsed on the floor the minute her angel friend was gone and began to sob.
After getting herself under control, Beck grabbed her cell out of her purse, tapped "Contacts", quickly found Bobby's name, and tapped it to call him.
All the way in South Dakota, Bobby heard his house line ring.
"Yeah, Yeah, hold 'ur damn water I'm comin'." Bobby groused, wheeling himself to the phone.
"Hello!" Bobby greeted answering the phone.
"Daddy?" Beck asked, still upset, from her end of the line.
"Becca, honey what's wrong" Bobby asked, noting the tone in his daughter's voice and that she knew that he was her father by openly admitting it.
"There's another horseman here and I'm infected or affected. Whatever." Beck sniffed slightly, hating how weak and whiny she sounded.
"It's ok, darlin. I'm here, now which one is it?" Bobby asked comfortingly.
"Famine. It's got its hooks into Sam and Cas as well Dad." Beck informed her father dejectedly.
"Alright. How is it hittin, Dean?" Bobby wanted to know next.
"It's not. He's his usual ornery self." Beck replied with a sigh.
"Ur tellin' me that Dean is basically immune to this?" Bobby asked incredulously.
"For all intents and purposes, yea Dad that's exactly what I'm tellin' ya." Beck replied starting to feel a little more in control of herself.
"We may be able to use that. Think you can tell me how this thing is affecting ya darlin?" Bobby asked his daughter.
"Famine seeks out what we crave most right. Not just food, but sex, drugs, booze, love, whatever it is that we use to fill the empty spaces inside us. Whatever it is that we crave that never seems to fill those empty spaces, Famine makes unbearable until we have no control of ourselves with trying to fill it." Beck replied slowly.
"I'm with ya sweetheart, so what is it exactly that Famine has you craving so deeply?" Bobby agreed and asked his daughter once again.
"Sam is craving Demon blood again because deep down he wants control so badly that he truly believes that having it will fix everything. Cas is gorging himself on red meat because deep down he's imbibed too much of Jimmy Novak and picked up on the mortal drive for food so badly that it's all he can think about." Beck informed her father taking a deep breath.
"Shit! Sweetheart, if Sam's going down the Demon blood road again, you need to lock him up for his own protection until this is over as soon as possible." Bobby swore and told his daughter.
"Dad, Dean did that in the original history and it didn't do any good." Beck countered.
"Then you need to follow your gut and do whatever you think is best. Now, will you quit ur goddamn avoiding and tell me how this damn horseman's got his hooks into my little girl?!" Bobby demanded.
Beck chuckled softly, it felt sincerely good to have Bobby claim her and to claim him, out loud.
"Yes, Daddy. Unfortunately, my craving is twofold. One craving that deep is...family. You, Mother, Pop, and Ma-maw. For most of my life, I've been without you, in no way ur fault by the way. I know I told Dean that you can't miss what you never had, but daddy that's a lie. I missed you, I missed out on being like every other little girl I knew. I missed having a dad. Now I've got you and I... I love you, Dad. I'm really proud to be Rebecca Annette Singer. I'm craving also, and I know this'll probably be uncomfortable for you, is Dean. Loving him is like nothing I've ever felt and I've only known him for a few months. It's crazy. I feel like such a whiny brat." Beck admitted to her father ready to sob her heart out again.
"Listen to me real close now Becca, cause I need you to really hear me and really understand what I'm about to tell you. You listenin?" Bobby once again demanded.
"I'm listenin, Bobby." Beck replied with some of her old spunk, oddly enough sounding an awful lot like her old man at that moment.
"For starters, you ain't a whiny brat. There are worse things, things you've mentioned, to crave than your family. Or a man so loyal that Hell couldn't keep 'im. People have started their lives on less than you and Dean got. Now, darlin I'd give anything to reverse the clock and be there to watch you grow up...I am so sorry we both missed out on that, but we got each other now and neither of us has time for shoulda, coulda, woulda, what might have beens'. Here's what I need you to know the most, so you better be listening little girl! I love you too, more than you may ever be able to understand. You are Rebecca Annette Singer, so git up off ur butt and go help our boys kick this thing in the ass!" Bobby told his daughter.
Beck laughed through the tears that had started to fall during Bobby's speech, she wiped them away, got up off her ass (just as her father told her to), and straightened herself up.
"Okay, Dad. I'm going to go kick this horseman in the ass and keep our boys safe. I love you. I'll call you again soon don't worry, after all, I am your daughter." Beck told Bobby.
"That's my girl. Now git going." Bobby replied and then hung up his end of the phone.
If those boys let anything happen to cause him to lose his daughter, again, the apocalypse was gonna be the least of their goddamn worries!
"Bye, Dad." Beck mumbled to the disconnected end of her cell.
Beck slipped her cell back into her purse, shook herself off, and straightened her hair.
Beck took a deep breath and called out, "Michael, is there any chance of getting a lift back to the Impala, at least?"
Beck blinked her eyes rapidly at a quick white flash of light and found herself at the Impala, outside a diner, a few blocks away from the motel where she, Dean, and Sam were staying.
"Thanks!" Beck called out.
"Becky!" came Dean's muffled voice from the diner behind Beck.
Beck turned at the sound of Dean's voice and saw him, she observed also what was on the table in front of him, coffee and the all-important slice, a rather large one this time at that, of pie. Beck shook her head fondly, went into the diner, and joined Dean at his table.
"You just suddenly appeared." Dean stated once Becky was seated in the booth opposite him.
"Travel by angel. Unnerving at best." Beck explained.
"Yea, not my favorite method of travel." Dean agreed.
"The Impala is definitely preferable." Beck smiled.
"You have Dad's truck now." Dean reminded her.
"Yea, I do. But there's no immediate need for it yet is there?" Beck asked.
"Thought you'd be sick riding with me and Sammy by now," Dean replied, then took a drink of his coffee.
"No. I love riding with you in the Impala." Beck replied as she blinked wondering why she would be sick of riding with him in the Impala in the first place.
"Yea?!" Dean grinned, looking at Becky happily noting that she hadn't mentioned Sam in her statement.
"Of course, Mister." Beck smiled back.
Dean speared a bite of his pie with his fork, turned it around, held it out to Becky, and asked, "Want a bite, baby?"
Beck was pleasantly surprised at Dean's offer to share his pie with her, so she nodded her head and attempted to take the fork from him.
"Huh-Uh, open up." Dean told her as he pulled the fork out of her reach.
Beck raised an eyebrow, smiled at Dean, and then obligingly opened her mouth so Dean could feed her the piece of the pie.
"Good pie, Becky?" Dean asked, flirting with the woman he loved.
"Mmmhhmm," Beck replied enjoying the pie Dean had just fed her.
"Want to share the rest with me, Becky-love?" Dean asked scooting near the window on his side of the booth.
Beck smiled, got up from her side of the booth, and slid in next to Dean on his.
Dean smiled back, (once Becky was next to him) pulled her into his arms, and fed her the rest of his pie.
"Happy Valentines Day, Sweetheart." Dean told Beck.
Beck turned her head slightly to look back at Dean.
It was a day late, but what the hell.
"Happy Valentines Day, Dean." Beck softly purred in return.
"We should probably get back to the motel room before Sammy thinks we eloped to Cancun or something." Dean said after a while.
"Not a half-bad idea, but then again I can only handle one Winchester man PMSing at a time." Beck giggled in agreement.
Dean grinned, then he and Beck got up out of the booth. Dean paid the tab and the two lovers headed to the Impala.
Once the pair were settled in the car, Dean started his baby up, and Beck scooted next to him. Dean slid his arm around her, and Beck rested her head against Dean as he drove to the motel.
Dean parked his baby in the motel parking space nearest to their room, turned off his engine, opened his door, and got out. Beck sat up when Dean opened the car door and once he was out followed through the same door with Dean's assistance.
Dean slammed the door to the Impala, slipped his hand into Becky's, then the two of them headed to the motel room.
Sam looked guiltily up from, what appeared to be, Beck's laptop as Beck and Dean entered the motel room.
"Oh hey, I guess you found Dean and got him calmed down before I could." Sam said nervously greeting Becks.
"Sam, what the hell do think you are doing?!" Beck demanded noticing Sam standing directly behind her open laptop.
"Well I...uh...crap, I'm sorry Becks." Sam falteringly apologized.
"What the hell did you do, Sammy?" Dean asked nervously noting the rapid color and attitude change in his Becky.
"He broke into my laptop! That's what he did!" Beck answered for Sam slightly outraged at the invasion of her privacy.
"Um...it's nice that your password is Sammy." Sam tried.
"Well, you can believe that's about to change!" Beck snapped.
"Sammy, if I were you I'd slowly back away for that laptop before I got my head taken off." Dean advised.
"Yea." Sam replied softly doing exactly what his big brother suggested.
Beck stalked to the laptop closed it, snatched it up, and went to Dean's bed with it to see how far her "best friend" had violated her privacy and trust.
"Okey dokey then, now that Sam's in the doghouse it's about time for the informative part of our program." Dean half-joked.
Beck looked up from her laptop, crinkled up her nose, shook her head, and smiled indulgently at Dean, before returning to her laptop.
Sam looked between the two of them, it looked like whatever had been going on was patched up and now he was the one in trouble.
"Ok, so what's up?" Sam asked Dean.
"No clue, that was my way of letting Becky know I'm calling in on her promise of information." Dean replied.
Beck sighed and without looking up from her laptop asked, "Where would you like me to start Dean?"
"How about what's next, start there." Dean suggested.
"Okay, tomorrow Sam you need to go down to the morgue and talk to the M.E., again. He will have another odd death for you. This one will be death by, and don't you dare laugh 'cause I'm completely serious, Twinkie overdose and toilet brush. The demon will be there with a briefcase shortly afterward. Get the briefcase and come back here. I will give you more information about this particular case then." Beck told them.
"That does not sound good." Sam said.
"That's probably because it isn't and I am still mad at you." Beck replied.
"So that's all we get?" Dean asked.
"For now, I promised I'd tell you what's going on Dean and I will, but I'm not willing to do it all at once. For the simple reason that you, my love, are a control freak. There are just some things that Sam and I have to do without you trying to "protect" us." Beck replied.
"What are you gonna do tomorrow Becks?" Sam asked.
"Hang out, wait around on you. Probably deal with Cas and his red meat obsession." Beck answered truthfully.
"Yeah about that what's up with Cas and the whole Hamburglar thing anyway?" Dean asked.
"Sorry that falls under will be explained tomorrow." Beck sing-songed back at him.
"Great." Dean groused.
The rest of the evening passed quietly if not a little uncomfortably as Beck was still a bit put out with Sam for his transgression. While Dean was annoyed at Beck for only giving up partial information. When it was time to sleep Beck gathered up her things and got ready to head to the office to get her own room. She was too annoyed to sleep next to Sam and figured that Dean felt the same way about her.
"Where are you going?" Dean asked her.
"Honestly, I was either going to get my own room for the night or sleep in the Impala. I'm not sleeping on the floor, this time. I"m too mad at Sam to sleep next to him." Beck informed Dean.
"What all of a sudden you've got something against sleeping in my bed with me?" Dean asked confused and hurt.
"What?! No. Dean, I just figured that you were just as annoyed with me and would prefer to have your bed to yourself." Beck replied with a slight squawk.
"Woman, you have lost your mind. Put your shit back and let's go to bed." Dean scolded her.
Beck grinned, shook her head, put her things back, peeled off her clothes, and slipped into bed with Dean.
"Goodnight you two." Beck said right before she turned out the light.
"Goodnight Becks." Sam replied into the dark.
"Night, baby." Dean said as he pulled Becky into his arms and fell asleep.
The next morning Sam and Dean awoke to the smell of freshly made coffee and baked goods. Beck was talking softly on her cell.
"Yea, Dad. I'll let them know when they wake up. (pause) Yea I promise, I already promised Dean so why not. (pause) Is there a point to that at all, cause ur saying it like it's news. (pause) Yes, daddy. (pause) Love you too, bye." Beck laughed softly getting off her cell.
Dean and Sam looked at each other.
"Dad?" Dean mouthed to Sam.
"Bobby." Sam mouthed back in return.
"Good Morning, Cas!" Beck said brightly pouring herself a cup of coffee.
"Good Morning Rebecca." Cas returned startling the Winchesters, who had not heard him pop in as Beck had.
"Would you like some coffee to wash down that cheeseburger?" Beck asked a chuckle threatening in her voice.
"At ould be ice ank oo." Cas replied, his mouth full of food.
"No problem, hun. By-the-way eating and talking at the same time are generally considered rude." Beck told Cas, pouring him a cup of black coffee.
Cas sat down at the small table in the kitchenette area, took a sip of coffee, and smiled apologetically at Rebecca.
"How is Bobby?" Cas asked conversationally, trying to not think about red meat
"Pissed about being stuck in a wheelchair, trying to act like he doesn't give a shit about anything, and worried. Ya know, normal." Beck replied with a grin sitting down next to Cas with her own cup of coffee.
Cas nodded his head, took another sip of coffee, and then said, "Good morning, Sam. Good morning, Dean."
"Oh for heaven's sake. Is there any point in asking if you two want coffee?" Beck asked turning her head to Sam and Dean startled.
"Those wouldn't happen to be doughnuts in that box would they?" Dean asked with a grin.
"Couple of Danishes too." Beck replied with a grin, getting up to pour Dean a cup of coffee.
Sam got up out of bed smiled sleepily at Cas and Becks, and went to the bathroom to grab a shower.
"Is that normal?" Cas asked Rebecca.
"For Sam, yes. He's fairly quiet when he first gets up, although usually Dean or I am up first. If Dean and Sam do get up at the same time, it's generally a race to see who gets a shower first." Beck replied handing Dean his coffee.
"That sounds interesting." Cas replied genuinely interested in the everyday lives of his "family".
"It can be pretty funny." Beck agreed.
"Pass me a Danish, will ya baby?' Dean requested.
"Here ya go, mister." Beck replied handing Dean a Danish, along with a napkin.
Sam joined them, freshly showered. five minutes later. He poured himself a cup of coffee and watched his family make small talk until Dean went to the bathroom for his own shower.
"When should I get going to have a look at the weird new death, Becks?" Sam asked hoping she was no longer angry with him.
"Anytime after you are done with your coffee and some breakfast, will probably be ok, Sam. By the way, why were you snooping around on my laptop last night? I didn't get a chance to ask what with being mad and all." Beck wanted to know.
"I wanted information, you're so cryptic and closed off. I was curious, mainly about you." Sam replied honestly grabbing a doughnut.
"Wait you wanted personal info, that's what you were digging around my laptop for?" Beck asked incredulously.
"Yea." Sam replied feeling guilty again.
"Oh, Sammy. Why didn't you just ask me what you wanted to know, I mean after the whole death experience I don't think keeping my past a secret from my family is gonna work out too well." Beck replied.
"Ok, so what happened when you weren't with us, ya know when you were "getting bounced around our past"?" Sam asked hoping Becks would give him an honest answer.
"Well, I got smacked on the head, met Bill Harville, met Jo as a little girl, Ellen as a younger mom, spent way too much time in John's company, was home (very briefly), and met Michael." Beck said giving Sam exactly what he had been hoping for.
"You met Michael?" Cas questioned.
"Yea, interesting brother you've got there, by the way, Cas." Beck replied.
"What did he want with you, Becky?" Dean asked in a low voice from the open bathroom door.
"Just the impossible. Nothing major." Beck replied with a sigh remembering what Michael wanted her to accomplish.
Without another word to the others, Cas vanished
Beck laughed, shook her head fondly, and said, "Must have needed a cheeseburger fix."
"Would someone, please, care to fill me in?" Dean asked annoyed wanting the information Beck had promised to give completely the night before.
"Give Sam the keys to the Impala, so he can go talk to the M.E., do what he needs to. You stay here with me and I'll fill you in." Beck stipulated.
Dean walked over to the nightstand, scooped up his keys, and tossed them to his brother. All the while looking straight at his Becky.
"Um, Becks. When I get back don't forget to fill me in too, okay?" Sam requested, before washing down the last of his second doughnut with the rest of his coffee.
"Of course, Sam. I'm gonna need to anyhow if the four of us are gonna make it through this one." Beck sighed in agreement.
"Alright, be careful and I'll see you when I get back." Sam replied giving Becks a kiss on her forehead before he walked out the door.
"Should I get dressed or do you think you can do this with me in a towel?" Dean asked with his usual cocky grin.
"Get dressed Dean or what you apt to get is very little information, but a ton of me naked and all over you." Beck slung back.
"Any reason we can't do both?" Dean asked slowly walking up to Becky.
"Only if you keep that towel on until after I'm done giving you the information you want." Beck chuckled, shaking her head.
"So what's with the Twinkie overdose and toilet brush?" Dean asked picking his options.
"The weird deaths including this one are another horseman, Famine." Beck replied with a regretful sigh.
"I thought Famine was the result of no food." Dean replied.
"No baby, Famine is the living embodiment of wanting; wanting whatever it is that fills up the empty spaces in people's lives, whatever they think will make them whole. Famine won't let them have it though which is why these people are dying from sex, booze, drugs, Twinkies, you get the idea." Beck explained gently.
"So, that's why you, Sam, and Cas are acting off, cause Famine's found whatever it is your craving and making it impossible for you to get your fix." Dean stated, looking for confirmation.
"You got it. Cas is the red meat obsession as you've probably already guessed, the reason for that being Jimmy Novak, Cas has absorbed too much humanity thanks to him and this was something that Jimmy really liked." Beck said finally explaining Cas's recent Hamburglar behavior.
"And Sammy?" Dean asked not really wanting the answer.
"You already know the answer to that one." Beck told him.
"Shit! Damn it Becky! Why the hell did you send him out there then?!" Dean demanded.
"Because Dean, there is no other way I know of to get the ring, ok. Sam, is gonna have to be the one to disable Famine. Do you think I don't know what's gonna have to happen next to him after you cut the ring off? Fuck, I love Sam! He's my best friend and more than anything I want to be able to spare him this, but I don't think we can." Beck raised her voice.
"We need to find one then. When Sam gets back we tell him what's going on and then we tie him up. The kid will understand it's for his own good." Dean said in no certain terms.
"Sure. Go ahead try that if you want to baby, but I'm telling you now it's not gonna work." Beck sighed drained.
Dean put on his shorts and his pants, then noted the drained tone in Becky's voice walked over to her, and pulled her into his arms.
"Famine's got its hooks into you too, huh baby?" Dean asked holding his Becky tight.
"Yea, but mine I can fight and I've had an easier time of it than Cas or Sam." Beck replied nuzzling into Dean's neck.
"How's that, Becky-baby?" Dean asked curiously.
"Easy, my craving is family and you. I have Bobby on speed dial, at the moment, but to be perfectly honest Mister, Famine or no Famine I don't think I'd ever get enough of you." Beck replied huskily.
"So, are you having Famine pains right now, baby?" Dean asked thickly.
"Uh-huh." Beck managed.
"Well, I certainly can't let my Becky be in pain." Dean said right before he tangled his hand into Becky's hair and kissed her passionately.
Beck sighed and let herself give wholly into her craving for Dean and his touch.
Before her brain melted into a euphoric goo, Beck vaguely allowed herself to wonder why on earth Dean had bothered to put on his shorts and pants.
With a little skill and no resistance Dean easily stripped Becky of her clothes, threw her across the nearest bed, and shed the little clothing he was wearing.
Neither Beck nor Dean gave any thought to what they had just been discussing.
Both were just fine with the idea of dying in each other's arms from an overload of sex.
Beck writhed and moaned; needing more and more. She felt as if Dean stopped for only a minute she would be in physical agony from needing him.
Dean had no intention to stop giving his Becky what she wanted anytime soon, her moans, gasps, and her quickened pace to match him measure for measure were the best feeling in the world to him, just then.
The moment Becky yelled out his name though; Dean knew he was done for. Though he admirably spent fifteen more minutes fighting the inevitable. Dean looked down into the eyes of the woman he loved and saw she was on the tipping point as much as he was and that was all it took. With one final thrust of his hips slamming into the woman he loved Dean shouted, Beck, did the same, and collapsed on his Becky, being careful to shift a little so as not to squish her.
Beck whimpered slightly knowing that although completely (and literally) orgasmic the fact that she and Dean had just screwed each other's brains out (practically) was not a good thing, because now Famine's hold on her was that much stronger, her ability to fight that much weaker, and her need for Dean would slowly drive her mad and set her on fire.
Dean though near the edge of sleep from coma-inducing sex heard Becky's whimper and wondered if he had in any way hurt the woman he loved. Dean raised his head and looked at her, she didn't look injured, but she did look as if she actually regretted what they had just done.
What the Hell?
They had had sex several times before this and never had she looked as if she regretted it not for even a second. He'd goddamn swear to it on any number of bibles that Cas could produce!
"What's wrong?!" Dean asked hurt.
Beck tilted her head; so her lips met Dean's forehead, kissed him upon it, smiled, and replied, "Nothing, love. I'm ok."
"You whimpered and you look like you're regretting what just happened." Dean stated calling his Becky out.
Beck sighed trying not to get frustrated with the man she loved before she, trying for patience with him, replied, "Dean, it's not you. Famine, remember it doesn't ever let you be satisfied with what you are craving."
"So at the moment you're craving sex again hardcore; the way Cas has been craving red meat." Dean said trying to understand and feeling a lot less hurt over what he had seen in Becky's face.
"No, sweetie. I'm not craving sex. At the moment what I am craving is you. Sex has nothing to do with it." Beck replied with a tired smile.
"Me? I'm what you want? So the sex was just like a bonus?" Dean asked extremely happy.
"Oh for Heaven's sake, I'm sorry I said anything. You and that damn ego of yours. Yes, Dean, you are what I want." Beck replied exasperated, she managed to catch Dean off guard, shoved him off her, and beat a hasty retreat for the bathroom to take a shower.
A Cheshire Cat grin spread across Dean's face as he watched the bathroom door slam, separating Becky and himself. To be honest this was the best he had felt since they came to this town, barring his recent encounter with Becky of course. That, he figured, had to be the effect that Famine was having on him.
Depression.
Thank God, Angels, Miss Lindsey (Becky's mama), or Who The Fuck Ever for Becky, cause she seemed to be the one thing that brought him out of it.
Thirty minutes later, Beck was on her laptop and Dean was on her iPad reading; when Sam walked in with the briefcase Beck had told him to get from the Demon.
"So what's in this and what did I miss?" Sam inquired.
"There is a human soul trapped in that briefcase, when you open it you will let it out." Beck replied, answering Sam's first question.
"The reason everyone is dying from Twinkies, sex, and cannibalism is we've got another horseman on our hands Sammy. Famine seeks what a person needs most and then never lets them satisfy the urge for it." Dean said taking the second question.
"It feeds off of souls, like the one in that briefcase in your hand." Beck threw out.
"Do you know where it is Becks?" Sam asked.
"Yes." Beck replied.
"What are we waiting for then?" Sam asked.
"Sam, you need to sit this one out." Dean replied.
"Cas!" Beck called.
"Yes, Rebecca?" Cas replied suddenly appearing with a white paper bag in one hand and a burger in the other.
"Oh, good there you are. Sweetie, I need you to do me a rather large favor." Beck told Cas.
"Of course, what would you like me to do?' the angel asked.
Beck got up from her laptop, walked over to where Dean's car keys were sitting, scooped them up, went out to the Impala, unlocked the truck, retrieved a heavy object from it, and returned to the motel room.
Wasting no time, to not let comprehension set in, Beck quickly walked over to the Winchester man she needed to subdue, hit him on the head with the object, and knocked his ass out.
Beck looked up at Cas after performing above mentioned act and said, "Babysit Dean."
"You just hit Dean over the head." Cas said dumbfounded.
"Yea, I did." Beck replied with a worried frown.
Sam walked over to his unconscious older brother, checked his pulse, turned to face Becks, and said, "He'll be fine. Pissed off as Hell, may have a concussion, but fine."
"Oh good, I was worried I may have hit him too hard. By the way Sam, you can open up that briefcase and let that soul find its way to Heaven." Beck replied.
Sam opened the briefcase, experienced a quick flash of the soul's release from its container, then looked at Beck and asked, "So, what's the plan? I mean other than getting Dean out of the way?"
"I just bashed your big brother upside the head to knock his ass out and you are perfectly fine with it. Hhhmmmm, Sam if we weren't about to go against a Horseman I may start worrying about you." Beck chuckled.
"I trust your judgment Becks, you love Dean so you wouldn't have done that unless you felt there was no other option." Sam replied.
Cas try not to let Dean out of your sight. We will be back as soon as we can." Beck said to Sam and then Cas, as she headed out the door.
"Alright, Rebecca. Sam be careful." Cas answered Rebecca and told Sam.
"Thanks, Cas." Sam replied with a smile before joining Becks.
At the Impala Beck stopped, looked at Sam, and asked, "How strong are those Demon Blood cravings?"
"Bad, I can barely keep control over it." Sam replied with a wince.
"Good. Don't bother trying to control it, Sam, we'll deal with the fallout from it later." Beck replied.
"Wait, you want me to drink demon blood? Why?" Sam asked.
"Because it's easier for you to access your gifts when you've drank the shit and you using your powers is the only way I know to get Famine's ring." Beck told Sam frankly.
"Did it work in the version of our lives without you?" Sam wanted to know.
"Yes, but since I'm changing the script at this point I'm not sure where we're gonna get a couple of demons."Beck replied regretfully.
"Yea, not like there's a demon store for demon blood addicts." Sam joked
Beck looked at Sam, laughed at the joke, and said, "Cute, Sammy."
Beck and Sam got into the Impala and drove to the diner where Famine was waiting for them. Once there; Beck killed the engine, looked at Sam, and was unceremoniously yanked out of the car by a demon who began to attack her. Sam was out of the car in a flash, he raced around the Impala helped Becks, and came into full-body contact with a demon of his own. Beck was able to subdue the demon that attacked her and watched as Sam (who had already brought his down) drank from the one that had attacked him.
"Still hungry?" Beck asked breathlessly when Sam had finished with the first demon.
"You, ok?" Sam asked gruffly, not sounding anything like himself.
Beck nodded and indicated with her head toward the other demon who was coming to.
Sam was on him, had him out, and drank his blood before Beck could blink half a dozen times.
Beck looked down at Sam feeling a mixture of desire, disgust, and guilt.
"I'm going around back, through the kitchen. Meet me inside when you're done." Beck told the still feeding Sam Winchester.
Sam grunted to indicate he heard her and went back to his meal.
Beck spared one more glance over her shoulder at Sam before she made her way around the back of the diner and entered it through the kitchen door.
Once in the diner's kitchen Beck observed everything still running, just with dead bodies being fried, boiled, or cooked with the food.
"Oh, Jesus." Beck moaned.
Beck made her way to the front of the diner and peered through the order window. Beck looked at the front of the diner, saw the dining area, more dead customers along with staff and... Castiel eating like a dog out of a metal container of raw meat?!
What the Hell?!
"Cas. Cas!" Beck whispered as loud as she dared.
Shit!
Beck turned and nearly screamed as she accidentally slammed into Dean Winchester.
Beck smacked Dean hard on the shoulder, frowned, and angrily hissed at him, "Shit you scared me! Don't do that again."
"Where the hell is Sam?!" Dean hissed back angrily.
Beck had the grace to look guilty as she looked away from Dean and softly mumbled, "Probably still drinking demon blood out by the Impala."
"Great! Just fucking perfect Beck!" Dean growled angrily as shit at Beck.
Beck's eyes sprung to Dean's face in confusion and shock.
He hadn't called her Beck since they had first met, adamantly refused to call her anything but Becky until just that moment.
Shit, he must be pissed off with her.
"Dean..." Beck started to say, but was cut off by a blow to the head and was engulfed in darkness.
"Becky! Becky! Come on baby, wake up!" Dean yelled at the unconscious Beck, whom the Demons had dropped in an unceremonious heap at the foot of Famine's wheelchair.
Famine let out a dry raspy cackle and said, "No need to concern yourself with her, this pretty little miss is protected. I'm only allowed a taste here and there, Lucifer wants her unharmed."
Dean struggled against the Demons that held him in place, caring less about getting Famine's ring than getting to the woman he loved lying unconscious on the floor.
Famine turned his wheelchair around, faced Dean, hovered his old decrepit hand over Dean's stomach, and said, " Yes, I see...that's one deep dark nothing you've got there Dean."
Beck, who had woken up at the sound of the electric wheelchair turning, groaned in pain and anxiousness for Dean.
Famine ignored her, Dean's groans of pain, and continued, "Can't fill it, can you? Not with food or drink. Not even with sex and how sad not even with love. That this beautiful little creature lying on the floor helpless before me offers you so readily."
"Don't listen to this crap, Dean." Beck gasped out, in apparent pain.
Dean smirked at Famine and raised his head as if all that mattered was what Becky said.
"Oh, you can smirk, joke, and lie to her and your brother, even lie to yourself. But you can't lie to me. I can see inside you, Dean. I can see you broken you are, how defeated. You can't win and you know it. But you just keep fighting. Just... Keep going through the motions. You're not hungry, Dean, because inside your already...dead." Famine taunted.
Dean grunted and felt empty, defeated, and hopeless. Not wanting to listen, but unable to help it and felt that maybe, deep down, Famine was right.
"Bullshit!" Beck snarled from the floor.
"Let them go!" the voice of Sam Winchester demanded from behind Beck, Famine, and in front of Dean.
Dean looked up surprised by his baby brother's voice and was shocked at what he saw.
Beck whipped her head around relieved that Sam had finally made it to their rescue and was disgusted by what she saw.
Famine twirled his wheelchair around thrilled at that sight of Samuel Winchester and breathed, "Sam..."
Sam Winchester took in the scene of Famine and his Demons holding his big brother and their beloved Becks prone on the floor and was filled with rage.
Understanding that Sam was about to use his power fueled on the Demon blood he had just consumed against the Demons, Dean ground out, "Sammy, don't!"
"Fuck, that shit. Stop wasting time and just get it over with." Beck growled contradicting Dean.
Two of the Demons advanced on Sam and Famine rasped, "Stop! No one lays a finger on this sweet little boy."
Dean looked on confused by what Famine said and Beck rolled her eyes while she muttered, "Oh please, sweet little boy. Sure if Godzilla about to attack Tokyo is a playful little lizard."
"Thank you Miss Lindsey for encouraging him to use his gifts." Famine sighed gratefully at Beck
"Bite Me!" Beck spat back
Famine explained that Sam wouldn't die from overindulgence because he was an exception to the rule, just as Lucifer had meant for him to be.
Dean looked scared and worried for his baby brother whom he loved more than life and wondered what was going to happen next.
He didn't have to wait long, in the next moment Famine was offering Sam the rest of his Demons to drink from and grow stronger to make him a better vessel for Satan.
"Sammy, No!" Dean yelled.
"Dean, baby, please. Shut up." Beck said tiredly.
Sammy high on his powers and Demon blood extracted the essence out of the Demon's vessels, freeing Dean and leaving Famine vulnerable.
Free from the demons Dean moved towards Cas and caught Beck as she scrambled away from Famine and into his arms.
"No." Sam told Famine after he expelled the demon's from their hosts.
"Fine. Famine shrugged, If you don't want them I'll have them."
Famine then sucked in the demon essence and fed on it before it dispelled.
Dean looked horrified, Beck sighed, Cas continued to eat raw meat out of the metal container, and Sam tried to use his powers on Famine.
Famine chuckled and said, "I'm a horseman, Sam. Your powers won't work on me."
"No, they won't, but they will still work just fine on the demons you just consumed." Beck said with a smile on her lips.
Sam aimed his powers at the Demon Essence inside Famine and extracted it from the horseman. Blood ran down Sam's nose and the horseman screamed in torment finally dissipating; leaving behind Beck along with Cas restored to normal, and his ring behind.
Cas climbed to his feet and looked around embarrassed and confused.
Dean looked at his baby brother frightened and worried about what was going to happen to them all.
Beck sighed, chuckled hysterically for a moment, and then crossed the room to Sam. She leaned against him and smiled as Sam wrapped his arms around her.
All arguing and accusations were put on hold as Cas, Sam, Dean, and Beck packed up the hotel room and loaded up into the Impala. (Dean drove, Cas rode shotgun, and Beck sat in back with Sam; rested, and kept the blood junkie in check.) They drove to Bobby's and (with some effort) deposited Sam in the "Panic Room"; locking the door behind.
Dean, Cas, and Beck stood outside of the "Panic Room" door while Sam detoxed; gasped, screamed, and pleaded in pain from withdrawal
Dean drank lean against a beam, Cas stood in front of the "Panic Room" door, and Beck sat on the steps feeling guilty and tried not to cry.
"That's not him in there. Not really." Cas said trying to comfort both Rebecca and Dean.
" I know." Dean replied.
"Dean, Sam just has to get it out of his system. Then he'll be..." Cas started to say trying to make Dean feel better.
"Thanks, but I...I just need some air." Dean replied pushed himself off against the beam, went around the corner, stopped at the stairs, allowed Beck to get up, and then went past her up to them.
"He was wrong ya know." Beck said as she followed Dean up the stairs to escape Sam's screams.
"Who was wrong about what, Becky?" Dean asked trying to keep his mind off of his brother's screams of pain. He had already forgiven Becky for her involvement in his brother's agony.
"Famine, when it told you that the curse didn't work on you because you're empty inside and there's nothing that could fill it. He was wrong." Beck replied with a shrug of her shoulders as they reached the top of the stairs
Beck turned down the hall and headed for the kitchen to distract herself from her best friend's tormented screams; by cooking.
"Yeah?" Dean asked watching Becky's retreating backside.
"Yeah, the reason it didn't work is that you're well-fed. You eat when you're hungry, have sex when you wanna get laid, and drink when you need a god damn drink. Self-denial really isn't your thing, so yea I'd say you're well fed. It's just that the rest of us aren't that lucky or have that much common sense when it comes down to gettin' what we need and Famine knew it." Beck told him over her shoulder.
Dean tried to smile at what Becky had said, but he found it really hard to do so.
Dean with his bottle of liquor wandered outside in Bobby's yard and tried to kill the pain he felt with it.
Eventually, Dean stopped to take a large drink; instead, he put the bottle down on the hood of the car he stood next to and looked up at the night sky.
"Please, please, Dean begged, choking up, I ca-...I need some help, please." Dean shook his head and tried as hard as he could to not cry.
Beck came out of the house to look for Dean, she found him just as he set the bottle down, and was about to say something when she heard him pray for help.
After hearing Dean beg Heaven for help Beck bowed her head for just a minute feeling utterly useless, then realized that she was being stupid, what happened to Sam was in part her fault and Dean obviously needed her.
"Dean." Beck finally said
Dean turned around at the sound of Becky saying his name.
Once Dean turned around to face her, Becky opened her arms for him.
He had comforted her before, now it was her turn.
Dean looked at Becky, smiled through his impending tears, left the bottle where it was, walked over to his Becky, and accepted her invitation.