Chapter 6 – Bad Dream

Becca was walking through the woods, hunting the Wendigo. She hadn't seen one in ages and honestly was glad she hadn't up until this point. Sam and Dean were somewhere on her sides. They were trying to box it in so it would be an easier kill.

Then she heard shots coming from the direction Dean was followed by a scream from the elder Winchester. She quickly darted in that direction. Once she reached the clearing, she dropped to her knees in shock. Dean's dismembered body was lying on the ground. She choked back sobs as she heard Sam approaching. She noticed the rustling in the woods when it was already too late. The Wendigo jumped at her.

Rebecca woke with a start and a scream. She looked around the motel room and saw that she was alone. She figured the boys had gone to get breakfast or something and it sounded like one of them was in the shower. She slowly pulled her knees to her chest and started shaking.

The bathroom door was thrown open and a soaked, towel clad Dean stood in the doorway.

"What happened?!" He spotted Rebecca sitting on the bed shaking. Dean walked over and sat next to her. "Hey. What's up sweetheart? You okay?"

She didn't say anything. She just threw her arms over Dean's neck and buried her face in his neck, softly sobbing. The Winchester was slightly taken aback, but eventually put his arm around her comfortingly.

"Hey. It's okay." He rubbed her back.

The pair continued to sit like that for a few minutes. Becca's sobs slowly subsiding. Once they stopped, she pulled back and wiped her eyes with her hand.

"Okay?" Dean muttered. Becca just nodded. "Wanna tell me what happened?"

"Bad dream. That's all." She mumbled barely audibly.

"It had to be a pretty damn bad dream to warrant a scream like that sweetheart."

"Dean." That was her 'just drop it' voice. Becca honestly didn't want to talk about this anymore.

"All right. I'm gonna go finish my shower then." Dean got up from the bed and headed towards the bathroom door. He paused. "I mean, if you wanted to see me in a towel, all you had to do was ask."

Becca looked up to see that trademark smirk plastered on his face. He winked at her. She chuckled and rolled her eyes.

"Right. I'll remember that."

Finally dragging herself from the bed, Rebecca walked over to the mirror that was almost always conveniently placed on the motel room wall. She wiped away the last of the tears that were still on her face. Thankfully, she didn't look that much like she'd been crying. The door opened and she turned around, giving Sam the biggest smile she could muster.

"Hey Sammy."

He looked at her perplexed. "Hey…you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. Why?"

"Nothing. You just seem to happy for you in the morning."

She shrugged. "I woke up in a good mood. Sue me."

"Whatever. I got breakfast and a case. Figured we could hit the road after you and Dean woke up and showered and stuff."

"Another case already? Can't we do this magnificent thing called rest?"

"We could. But people are dying for no reason and don't you think we should stop that because we can?"

She groaned. "When you put it that way…"

"When we put what what way?" Dean ran a hand through his damp hair as he exited the bathroom.

"Sammy found a case."

"Really? Are we ever going to take a break?"

"I said the same thing."

"Whatever. Breakfast first. Then we hit the road."

"Right." Rebecca headed towards the bathroom. "I'm going to shower first. Save me some food or I will kick your ass Dean Winchester."

"Why am I the only one being warned?"

"Because your ass is the only one who'll eat my portion of food."