Possession tat my ass.
His plan went smoother than even he expected. Ashe drove the old beat up Ford past the hunter's hang out. He even parked on the side of the road and had a faux conversation before speeding away. They met at the top of the steep mountain pass. It took only minutes to put the body in the car, throw in some whisky bottles, tip one of the gas can over so it filled the bottom of the car, and place a gasoline saturated stick against the gas pedal. The speeding car barreled into the stone barricade. It took a few minutes before it exploded. There were several more explosions before the State Troopers arrived. It took forty minutes before the fire department could get out there. It seems there was a prank call placed on the other side of their small canyon town. The city could only afford one large truck. Once Dean was satisfied there was nothing left to connect Rebecca to the body, he hiked the four miles to his car. The three men were silent on the trip back to the Road House.
"I need about twelve hours sleep." Ashe and Sam went into the trailers.
Dean took the stairs to the apartment two at a time. Ellen opened the door before he could knock.
"She's in the room with Jo and the baby. How'd it go?" She stepped aside as he stalked past her.
"It went." The door to Jo's room was cracked. Rebecca sat on the bed holding the kid. Jo sat in a faded blue chair near the window. "Jo?"
She quietly walked out of the room. Dean closed the door and took her place by the window.
"I killed that man didn't I?" He nodded. She closed her eyes and shifted the boy in her arms. "Did you call the police? Am I going to jail?"
He looked at her for the first time since he had met her five years ago. Maybe she was not so plain. Her large brown eyes were sort of attractive. Her…every time he looked at her he saw Cassie. His father had been right it was too soon to hunt, but he did it anyway. Hunting kept him sane.
He did not know what to do. He could not let her leave with his son, but he could not pretend to want to be with her either. How was he supposed to keep them safe? Now this mess. Mason was not going to lose his mother. Dean was sure of that.
"Stop it." He looked at her. "You look like those heroes on television, always trying to save the damsel in distress. Mason almost four. He will forget me. Just do not raise him in this life. He deserves better."
"What are you talking about?"
"The police are coming." She rubbed tiny circles into her sons back. "I don't want Mason to see me in jail."
"You're not going to jail. We got rid of the body. No one will ever be able to prove you killed that bastard."
"But I did." She held their son tighter in her arms.
"I did this. I was so broken up over losing my wife and kids I couldn't think. I forgot that you were a woman with feelings. I am truly sorry." He shifted uneasily in his seat. "This isn't your fault Rebecca. I'm going to fix this; I just need to figure out how."
She did not know what to say. Mason moved in her arms. "You want to hold him while I go to the restroom?"
"He's not going to freak out is he?" Dean eyed the sleeping boy suspiciously.
"I don't know," She put the child in his arms. "He's never had a father before."
Dean stared at his son. He seemed happy enough. He was just about his age when his mother died. Everything changed for him and Sam. Sam missed the cheese sandwiches with the crust sliced off. He never got to taste their mother's peach pie. It was horrible, but still, he should have been able to taste it.
"I remember when you were that age." Dean looked up at his dad. "I was dreaming about little league for you and Sam. I even was ready to give you the talk."
Dean chuckled. "You didn't have to worry 'Aunt Jasmine' did that for you."
"Jasmine was a really great way to be broken in. I got one of those army mattresses for you. It'll be easier on your back. I'm guessing you don't want to leave her alone."
John sat on the bed. "Ellen, call you?"
"Who else? Not my sons that's for sure." He cautiously touched the boys' curly black hair. "Ellen can't close the Road House down."
"I know. People will ask questions. Rebecca thinks she's going to jail." He stifled a yawn.
"She won't make it to the holding cell. They'll kill her first." Dean nodded his agreement. "This is a big pile of crap."
"So Bobby's in the morning?"
"The house isn't ready. Man has more crap…"
"We just need one room without books and anything Mason can get into. I can go buy a bed for them tomorrow. You said it we can't stay here, Ellen can't close the place down. We have no choice."
"I guess we…" John frowned. Dean started to speak; his father's raised hand stopped him. Soft sobs drifted into the room. "Are you going to go?"
"I've got this." Ellen stood at the bathroom door. She took a deep breath before knocking. "Rebecca, open the door honey."
"I'm not done yet." She sniffled.
"Little girl these walls are as thin as paper. Open the door." Dean could hear the door creak as she slowly opened it. "Come on honey it's been a long day. Let's have some whiskey."
"I'm alright. Really. I just want to hold my baby." She was wiping her face before she took Mason back.
"There's a motel down the road. Pack up and stay there until we get things situated at the house." John closed the door as he left.
She lay back on the bed; Mason was snuggled up against her chest.
"What was she like, your mom?" Dean leaned against the chair back.
"What?" She asked confused.
"What was your mom like?" He asked again closing his eyes.
"Quiet. She was shy." She smiled a little. "I remember she hummed when she did her house work. She baked cookies every other day. When daddy came home, she always gave him a hug and a kiss. She read me a story every night. Not the fairy tales. Moby Dick and 1984, I think she wanted to read them but the only time she had was when she was putting me to bed. She smelled nice. Like our kitchen. I loved hugging her. She sat outside my school the first day I went to kindergarten and stayed there until the end of the day."
"I remember everything about my mom. I was four when she died." He opened one eye. "Do you think Mason will forget you if something happened?"
"I don't want to leave him." She sobbed.
"Then fight for him. This is going to wear you down. Trust me, I've been there." He sat up straight. "Look you don't have a choice. I can't even think past tomorrow. You need to be here for him. Once we walk out this door Jack Monroe doesn't exist. You've never seen him outside the bar. Got it?"
She nodded.
"We need to get you out of here." He stood up.
"I'm ready." Dean watched her wrap the boy up in that same quilt again. "Can we stop and get something to eat before we head to the hotel?"
He nodded and took her bag. "I'll take your stuff down."
It had been two days since they left Ellen's and she could not escape her nightmares. Sweat poured from her. Her body remained except for her twitching eyes. She had become conscious of the people around her when she was a child, even when she was asleep. She did not cry out or shoot up from her bed like many people. She lay motionless as the creatures attacked her repeatedly. The monsters had invaded her peace again.
Rebecca slowly moved away from Masons sleeping form. Moments later, the trembling began. She took slow deep breaths and tried to calm herself.
She looked at Dean. He was sleeping. Tears sprang to her eyes. Mason had that sweet look when he slept. They shared the same soft eyes and slight smile as if he were doing something sneaky. She took another deep breath but her body would not relax. She needed to move.
She silently slipped from the bed and into the bathroom. Quietly, she tucked a green towel under the door. The housekeeper was concerned when Dean asked that they have privacy. She left some cleaning supplies and extra towels under the sink. Holding the yellow gloves in her hand, she sighed. This was what she knew.
It was three in the morning and the soft sound of scrubbing woke him from his dream. He and Cassie were at the beach with D.J. and Stephanie. He was going to teach his boy to swim in the ocean. Cassie sat with their infant daughter in the sand cheering them on. She was so beautiful. God he could almost feel her arms around him. Dean sighed. He was tired for once. His had finally let the nightmares go. No all he had were his memories and his past hopes for their future. She was here again. He despised her. Everything about her. She was not supposed to have his son. That was Cassie role. She was going to be the only mother of his children. Cassie not Rebecca. Not this neurotic, giant woman. How was he supposed to care for someone like her? Yes, she was a good person. Yes, she was a good woman. She loved her son. She believed what Bella said about the demons and set to protect Mason. His son. He could not care about her because she was not Cassie. And the boy…
The boy was not like D.J. The kid did not like him. He sat in his car seat and glared at his father unless Rebecca had his attention. All the kid would say to him is "no!" Dean asked him if he wanted something to eat. The boy refused. "Tired?" "No!" "You want to play?" "No!" If Rebecca or Sam asked him then his answer was yes. John even came over and took them to the aquarium. Mason had a great time, except when he was with his father.
Ugh! The constant scrubbing was driving him crazy. Mason lay sleeping on her bed undisturbed by the noise.
Dean stalked to the room. "Rebecca?"
"I'm sorry…" She jumped up from the floor wringing her hands. She wore a pair of yellow gloves. Where in the hell did she get gloves? "The housekeeper left some things."
"You need to go to sleep." He said.
"I can't. I tried to lay still but I get jumpy. I'm sorry. I could good for a walk." She looked lost. The wet gloves made a squeaky sound as she wrung her hands.
"You dream about the night your parents died?" He took her arm and led her to his bed. She nodded. "What happened?"
"I don't like to talk about it." She looked over at her sleeping child.
"Maybe this will help you." He insisted taking position at the head of the bed.
"I don't remember much." She sighed. "There was a loud bang and mama screamed. I hid under my bed. I wasn't scared. I don't remember why. Then Mr. Simon came into my room and flipped the bed over. He was covered in blood. When he reached for me, I bit his hand and ran from the room. My dad was a cop. He said; if anything bad happened I needed to run and not stop until I found help. I ran into the hall that separated the units of our triplex. Thom was coming up the stairs before I could tell him what happened Mr. Simon came running out of the apartment. I thought he was going to kill us but they started arguing."
"Wait, the man who killed your parents was arguing with the man who saved you?" Dean was awake again.
"Yes," She nodded solemnly.
"Do you remember what were they saying?" He moved closer to her.
"Mr. Simon said, 'She's mine.' Thom screamed and threw me against the wall. I hit my head. I got a little dizzy but I heard him tell Mr. Simon that I was his. He said the master promised. They started fighting again. Mr. Simon threw Thom out of the hall window. That's when I ran back into the apartment. He grabbed me by my neck and threw me to the ground. His eyes were black. That is what scared me. They just turned from blue to black. I was terrified. I told the Detective but no one believed me. The police thought it was because I saw what happened to my parents but I didn't."
"What happened next?"
"Thom came back in with a weird knife and stabbed him. His eyes were red. Thom cut my neck and licked the blood. He kept saying it was pour, special. Then the police came." She yawned.
What the hell was going on? "Demons attacked your parents. Ellen mentioned Henry Wilson."
"Henry was Thom, he tasted my blood. He said it was almost ready. Then the Angel came. He took me away and burned something into my chest." She explained.
"Did this Angel have a name?" Dean moved back onto the bed taking her with him.
"Rafael." She whispered.
He hid his shock. "What else?"
"Nothing." She ducked her head.
He sighed. "I'm really tired. What else do you see in your dreams?"
"A man." She began picking up Mason's toys. "He has sex with me."
"What?" He could barely hear her whispered response.
"He has sex with me." He looked at her than began laughing.
"You're having a sex dream, Rebecca."
"No I'm not, you ass. He says he's been waiting for me for centuries. He calls me Rebekah. The Hebrew pronunciation. He says he's patient, all he needs is to be in the right place at the right time. He says he'll find me."
"That's why Raphael marked you." Dean stood up and took her hands. "Did he tell you his name?"
"No." She watched as he unconsciously massaged the palms of her hands. Rebecca jerked them away. "Don't do that."
"Sorry." She climbed onto the bed next to their son.
"It's alright Dean. You're just being you." She sighed. "Sorry, I woke you up."
"I'm going for a walk. I need to think about this." She nodded. "Go to sleep Rebecca."
He softly closed the door as he left the room.
Dean walked down the silent city street. He just relayed the information Rebecca told him to his father. John and Bobby were looking into it, though there was not much to go on. This was getting out of control. He had not even figured out what he was going to do about Rebecca and the kid. She was going through more than he originally thought which made his decision more difficult. Hell, she has something chasing her. Not the boy, but her.
"Help me. Please someone help me." Dean looked up. A homeless woman with her back to him had tipped her cart over into the street and she was trying to keep her meager possession from falling out.
"Yeah," He effortlessly straightened the cart than dug into his pocket. "Here."
"No Winchester, here." With a sigh, Dean turned around. He had not come prepared for a fight.
"You can't possess me." He pulled aside his jacket and shirt to show the anti-possession tattoo.
"You're not for me." The demon smiled exposing stained and ragged teeth. "You're for him."
Dean looked to where the monster pointed. A cloud of yellow smoke hovered above him. He turned to run but the smoke engulfed him.
"Master?" The broken old woman asked.
"Dean Winchesters body, my brothers will enjoy this." The demon master ran an appreciative hand down his new exterior.
"How long will you need this form?" She shuffled behind her master.
"Until the girl is ripe. Winchester has run from his fate long enough." He hurried back to the motel where Rebecca and Mason were sleeping. "Assemble the others. This human has made her distrustful I must convince her of my affection. Tell Aromas to be prepared. This human is without wealth I will need her assistance. Find a market place for goods and a home. I will not return to the hunters' layer unless it is absolutely necessary."
"And the child?" She rubbed her hands together at the thought of ripping the boy's heart from his heart and devouring it.
"The boy is no threat he will convince Rebekah that we belong together." His body was cold.
"And the man?"
"He will have his form back once he sees the prize he tossed aside. Stay away from the Winchester family until I call for you."
"Yes master." The hag nodded and scurried off.
"Dean" opened the motel door and frowned. This human thought this was acceptable for his beloved. The green walls dotted with gaudy gold flowers angered him. The hunter should have been more careful when he choose their accommodations. It was not worthy of her. She enjoyed oranges and reds. At least the room was clean. He knew from the man's memories that she had done it. She should not be on her knees unless she was giving him pleasure.
He moved closer to the bed. She was just as she was two millennia ago. He met her on the sands she was a temple priestess. A virgin. He had many concubines but she would be his Queen, a daughter of Sarah. Without warning, her father came and snatched his prize from the holy place. He set his wrath upon the family. The massacre weakened him and that succubus Rafael sent him to purgatory. He was back and he had found her. Her blood was his power. Just a small amount and he would be more powerful than those arch bastards were.
The hunter did not realize the prize he had. He would show the human. It was like opening a door. The human spirit stood on the other side pacing.
"You son of a bitch!" It yelled. "Get out of me!"
"No." The demon said calmly.
"What do you want? Sam? My dad? Bobby?" Demon Dean stared at him.
With a flicker of his finger, an apparition of Rebecca floated in front of them.
"Rebecca." Dean whispered.
"I have loved her for centuries though I concede she is your perfect mate." He stroked her hair. "I sat in purgatory and waited for the ideal time to return. In all her other lives she had taken you for a lover. Once you accepted her gift, I could not claim her. Rules, but you rejected her so completely it opened a rift allowing me to pass through."
"She's afraid of you." Dean eyed him.
"No she's afraid how I make her feel. Even from the other side of hell she could feel me." He smiled. "You knew what it was like to love her, Abel, son of Adam."
"Don't start quoting prophecy because I got enough of that crap from the Angels." Dean continued to look for a way to escape.
"You spent twelve life times knowing her. You were the soul who bought her from the temple when I first found her." Dean found himself in a large marble temple. People dressed in white and red robes hurried from one end to the other. "This is the temple of my concubines, the virgin daughter's of Sarah. Rebekah was to be my queen. Ah, hear she is."
Dean watched his clones eyes soften, a smile played across his face. A girl maybe fourteen ran past them holding a golden bowel filled with water.
"Do not rush so child." An older woman snapped and her. "You do not want to anger your master."
"Yes," She drew her shoulders back and walked slowly to the far door.
"She's a kid…you're stalking a kid?" Dean could not believe it. If he had to imagine Rebecca as a teenager, this would be how he saw her. Straight jet black hair, large brown eyes, a smile playing across her face and long limbs flaying all over the place.
"She's fifteen. They died young at that time. Most women did not live past thirty if they were lucky." Demon Dean shook his head.
"They died because you people were breeding them too young." Dean stalked in the direction young Rebecca had gone.
"A marvelous piece of work don't you think. It 28,000 slaves twenty years to build. The blue marble columns were the genius of her grandfather. See the jewels that adorn the arch ways and the fountains? He convinced the emperor to seize them from his friends; of course, he kept his own."
"So he was a greedy bastard like the rest of them." Dean grumbled as he looked around the elaborate room. He spotted her speaking to a very large black man.
"No! You cannot." She screamed and dropped the dish. Water and stone flew in all directions. She ran from him into another large figure. The long haired blonde man looked down at her. Blue and green silk robes covered his lower body. A long jewel encrusted sword hung from his waist. His back was tanned to a golden brown. Her eyes grew into giant orbs as she recognized the soldier. She silently shook her head. "No!"
A hand raised and struck her. The young girl fell to the stone floor. Dean watched as he gripped her arm and pulled her to her feet. She struck out at the well muscled man. Dean watched helplessly as he weaved his hand through her hair. He took a long dagger from his waist sheaf and cut the white robes from her.
"Papa, please, save me!" She cried. She tried to gather the cloth around her, but the man snatched them away. A servant rushed forward with robes of bright blues and greens that matched the soldiers. She grabbed them and wrapped them around her naked body. She ran to her father. Dropping to her knees, she grabbed his ankles.
Dean hurried behind her. He could finally see the man's face. He was African. His looked nothing like the girl. His narrow eyes and hawk nose gave him a severe look. He was darker taller than most of the men that stood around her silently watching the scene unfold. His shaven head glistened in the shadowed room. His massive arms folded across his chest.
"Help her," Dean screamed to the demon. "You say you love her then help her."
"I had to rest. I was but an infant at this time. Every time I used my powers, it weakened me. The night before I defended the village from invaders and this was how they repaid me." He waved a familiar hand at Dean. "Do not judge me mortal. You are not innocent in this."
Demon Dean smiled when the human recognized the soldier that snatched the girl up by the hair again.
"That's impossible." The demon laughed.
"Ever the obedient son. A general in God's army. The prophet ordered you to take a bride, you asked, 'Did the Lord give her a name?' You traveled for six months to find her. When you took her, you showed her no mercy. She was strong. This was good for bearing your sons but not what you wanted in a wife, your only wife. It was ordained that you take only Rebekah." The scene changed again. Dean was in a sparsely furnished tent. The solider moved above the girl as she screamed and cried beneath him.
"So we know that I was a bastard. Why didn't you kill me?" He wanted to cover his ears to drown out the sobs as his former self rolled off her.
"Couldn't, you were destined to die, but not by my hand." Hours past in seconds. Dean watched, as the girl was forced to ride on the back of his horse, even though he knew she must be sore. On the fifth night, Rebecca did not cry out when he took her. She lay curled up in a ball sleeping because of the tonic he gave her. The demon gestured to the servant girl who crept into the tent later that evening.
"Cassie." Dean whispered. She looked at the sleeping girl with contempt.
"She is like a man." She spat.
"She is the wife our Lord chose for me." He caught her arm and dragged her into a passionate kiss. "She will bare my sons. It is ordained."
"I have bore your sons." She hissed.
"The two you have given me are small and weak. If they become ill, they will not survive." He pulled the shapeless cotton gown from her body. "I must have strong sons or my line ends. Rafael said it must not end. Man's future depends on the line of Able."
"What of me?" Cassie slid her hands down her naked body.
"You shall be what you always have been, my concubine." He lifted her him his arms and impaled her. Cassie wrapped her legs around his waist. Dean watched in horror as the drugged girl opened her eyes. She watched silently as the couple copulated just feet from her.
Dean tried to grab the Demon but he was nothing more than a shadow.
"Let's fast forward." Time sped up again.
Rebecca stood in a large marble room stroking her expanded abdomen. A man, an older version of Dean, walked in behind her.
"Ah, Rebekah How is my grandson?" He gave the girl an affectionate hug.
"Quiet, he has not moved at all today, my father Amenhotep." Tears raced from the corners of her eyes. "You said my marriage was commanded by God himself. I have accepted that. I am a good wife. I tend your house and care for your servants. You are the envy of the city to have such an obedient daughter and yet your son tarnishes this union with his whore."
The older man took her in his arms and soothed her.
"Who is this woman?" He asked nodding over her head at the soldier who had come into the room.
"Castalia, you're wife's hand maiden. She was there on the Sabbath when we first joined. The very night the prophet said we conceived our son. Aahorn drugged me, but an Angel spoke to me and I awoke. He had her in his arms, defiling my marriage bed. Now my child does not move. I fear the Lord is punishing us because of her children."
"Why would our Father punish you because of Castalia wretched brood?" He stroked her hair.
"Because, your son is their father. The child she carries now is his, conceived in your bath house." She hick upped through her tears. The man carefully lifted her head from her chest. Rebekah was the wife every father prayed for their sons. She was kind, obedient, and thoughtful even to the servants. She always put her husband's needs before her own. The men in the temple praised her. His house was blessed, they shouted, never has a father had such a daughter.
Amenhotep had never thought his eldest son would openly disgrace his house and his mother must have known. She sent the maid with the troops when they went to battle. She insisted the children were a blessing from God. The girl comforted the soldiers. Yes, they had green eyes, but so did many of the men in his armament. He would consult the prophet on how he should proceed.
"Do not worry, care for my grandchild. The Lord has blessed this house. He has not abandoned us." She gave him a teary smile and whipped her face.
"I should not have burdened you with my troubles." She blushed.
"This house will be yours to rule one day. You should have peace." He pat her back as she waddled out of the room. "Bring me the prophet and the alchemist."
"What did he do?" Dean breathed harshly.
"The prophet told him that the sinners must be put down before Aahorn returned or the child that Rebekah carried would die. The alchemist fed them the poison that eventually killed them. Amenhotep had the bodies burned before you returned."
"Who are they?" Dean demanded.
"Your mother, Naomi of Nazareth, Castalia, and her sons, Daniel and David." The demon grinned.
"He killed children?" He panted.
"Yes, of course he had a little demon in him." Dean watched as black smoke entered the older man's body moments before he entered the room. "Aahorn was devastated but then Rebekah bore him twelve children. Five daughters and seven sons. You eventually came to care for her."
"You were there?" He asked defeated as he watched the tiny boys tossed into a pit.
"I was there the day her family was slaughtered." He flashed to the bloody home bodies lay hacked to pieces. "I have always been there. When you seduced her during the Civil War then got yourself killed."
His predecessor's body lay in a field blood poured from his abdomen.
"During your brief yet tragic affair in the twenties." He flashed on Dean's corpse swinging from a tree. "I was there five years ago when a truck fell from a bridge onto a taxi cab."
Dean's head spun. He, the demon, had caused the accident.
"No, but I called in a favor." He smiled wickedly. "I will never stop punishing you for taking her away from me, but this time the Angels buried your precious Cassie's soul so deep it's not going to return…not in this life or the next."
"You sonofabitch!" Dean lunged at him.
"Your boy Mason hates you. Just like Akil hated you. Do you want to know how you died?" The demon laughed. "Your son slit your throat."