What would you do to save Dean Winchester?
Rebecca watched as the small van pulled away. She was sure what she had to do. She just had to do it before she lost her nerve. She hurried to him and took his face in her hands. She placed a chaise kiss on his hot lips. Without a word, she broke the kiss and ran to her room.
"You don't need to be nervous. We've been here before." The demon pushed Dean further into the darkness. He did not need him this time.
Come oh man. Dean screamed. Give her a break.
"Dean." Dean looked into the vast darkness.
"Dad?" His father's voice echoed in his head.
"I don't have long. Pamela and Missouri opened a porthole while Rebecca distracts your, body."
"The demon wants her, he needs her."
"It's not a demon. It would have been trapped, at least temporarily, in one of the devils traps. This is bigger."
"Dad this thing has been sitting dormant watching us for centuries. It's been building its' power. This isn't a regular demon. Be careful."
"We will just don't give up."
"Alright, tell me how to get free. What do we do?"
"We trap him and go from there." John looked over his shoulder. "Sam stayed behind to help her. You need to get it out of the house while they set the trap."
"O.K." He thought for a moment. "He's trying to romance her but it's missing key pieces. He needs me to complete, you know things."
"It's more than that but we don't have time. He can't stay in you for much longer." John's voice sounded urgent. "Whatever's happening we can deal with it after we get you free. I need to go. Get him out of the house as soon as possible."
There was silence again. How was he going to do that? Dean felt a sudden shift and he was looking at her weeping form.
What did you do, you bastard?
"She couldn't without my influence. You hurt her too badly." Dean felt the hurt in the demon.
Let me in. Let me talk to her.
"No." The demon folded his arms.
Women don't want to be attacked. You need to seduce them.
"How did you do it?"
Wild flowers, Mr. Chows Chinese food, double fudge chocolate cake and strawberry soda. It's her favorite meal.
"Are you lying?"
Look at her, why would I lie?
The demon took stepped towards the sobbing woman.
"I did this all wrong. I'm sorry." He touched her hair. "Let's start again. Will you have dinner with me?"
She looked at him with swollen eyes and nodded.
"I'm sorry. I'm a hot mess." She laughed a little. "I just got a little scared. I'll go cook."
"I'm going out." He kept his distance. "Mr. Chows, double fudge chocolate cake and strawberry soda right?"
"You remember." She said sweetly.
"I never forgot." He moved to the door. Dear Lord, can we go?
"I'll be better when you get back." She closed it as he left. "
Sam watched from his hiding place in the hall closet as the demon left the house. Rebecca stood at the window watching as it drove away.
"Are you alright?" He asked softly. She was disheveled her eyes were swollen. "What did he do?"
"Oh nothing, just some kissing, and heavy petting, I couldn't let him do anymore."
"So you cry on demand?" Sam could not help but grin.
"No, but these helped." She showed him two bloody needles. "Hurt like heck, but it got him out of the house."
"Are you sure you've never been a hunter?"
"I've been looking at Caleb's notes again. I think he left the devil's trap we need." She hurried into the study and pulled the journal out of her hiding spot. Sam raised an eyebrow. "Dean kept watching me every time I had it so I hid it when he wasn't looking." Sam stood over her shoulder as she flipped through it. "See, I know this is the Hebrew symbol for Rebecca."
"Missouri described something similar to me over the phone, but this is more detailed. Let's go with this one." He tapped the page. "Where are we going to hide it?"
She held up a small paint can. "Glow in the dark paint. I used it on Mason's walls. I think we need to put it in his bedroom."
"No he won't go back in there without you." Sam looked around.
"The pantry. I can ask him to get the good plates or something." They hurried to the large room and began copying the sketch on the ceiling. It was so large it bled down the walls.
Sam hid in the basement while she dressed the kitchen table. They heard the rumble of the Impala just minutes before.
"You look stunning." He said sitting the bags on the counter. She changed into a blue sheath dress and matching kit cat heels. "These are for you."
She took the red, yellow, and orange wild flowers from him. Tears pricked her eyes as she remembered the first time he had given them to her. "Thank you. Can you get me a vase from the pantry?"
"Of course," She did not watch as he walked into the storeroom. Sam rushed past her and slammed the door shut. "Rebecca?"
"Call dad." Sam tossed her the phone as he drew the incomplete symbol on the door.
"Sam? What the hell is going on?" It pounded on the door. "Sammy!"
"John, it's clear." She closed the cell phone.
"What are you doing mortal?" She covered her ears at the booming voice. "If you harm her…"
"Ignore it. You've been reading Caleb's journal what does it say about you."
"Rebecca!" It screamed. "I have loved you for centuries. While this mortal has tortured you and Mason. Your souls can never rest because of him. You are doomed to live the same cycle repeatedly because he cannot love you. He has never chosen you and he never will."
"Dean has to choose you?" Sam whispered.
"You feel it don't you? The centuries of rejection. You watched as your son murdered his father to avenge your honor. It destroys Mason. Then your second son, Rebekah, your second son murders his brother to avenge his father. Over and over for two millennia in some way Mason protects you and Dean dies. How is that love."
The demons memories flashed across his mind. Dean saw a boy pointing to him across a battle field. Every scene a child ratted him out.
"Rebekah!" She shuddered at the faint howling coming from the closet they had trapped Dean.
"I think it's Asmodeus. I read about him when I was typing up your friend Caleb's notes. He called him the first demon." It referenced the book of Tobit. She ran her newly polished nails over the book spines until she found the one she was looking for. She sat at the desk and quickly flipped through the book pages. "Here, he wanted Sarah's daughter, Rachel, for his concubine. He refused to let any other man poses her. It says he killed seven husbands on their wedding night. He tried to do the same thing to Tobias, but he tricked him with Rafael's help. The demon fled Egypt where Rafael binds him."
"Didn't Caleb say you were a daughter of Sarah?" Sam shouted over his brother's screams.
"Rebekah!" He pounded on the door. "I can smell you Rebekah. I've waited so long."
"Yes, when I was a child. I don't understand the passage it's in Latin." She handed Sam the book with a shaking hand. He read silently. Then closed his eyes. "How bad is it?"
"In order to save Dean's soul we need to summon Rafael."
"I'm sorry but what?" Rebecca shook her throbbing head.
"We need the power of an Arch Angel." Sam rubbed his neck wishing there were a way to silence his brothers' bones chilling cries.
"Rebekah I told you, I won't hurt you. Remember, in your dreams. Every night. You and me Rebekah. Then they stole you from me." She stepped behind Sam burly body when Dean's voice became smooth. "Remember how good I made you feel? I can do it again Rebekah. Remember my tongue Rebekah? Remember how you begged for more? Open the door. Open the door and I spend an eternity making you feel like that."
"Shut up!"She screamed throwing a book at the wooden door.
"I love you Rebekah." She covered her ears. "I have loved you for centuries."
"Rebecca, focus on this. We can't save Dean without the research. You are helping." John came up behind her and rubbed her arm.
"Alright, what do I do?" She looked at the older man with her impossibly large eyes. His son was a fool.
"Call the Angel."
"That was years ago. When I was a child. I don't remember how to contact him."
"Rebekah, please, help me." His voice softened into a whisper.
"Please help me." She mimicked the demons tone. "Rafael, please help me."
Nothing happened.
"I don't know what to do." She shrugged her shoulders and turned as Sam fell to the floor. "John!"
The elder hunter ran to his sons' side. Minutes later Sam opened his eyes.
"The baseball field off 25 highway. Rebecca has to lead him there." He whispered.
"Rebekah! I will flay the skin from your bones if you've harmed her." The demon hit the wall. It shifted from the force of the blow.
"How am I supposed to lead him there? We have one working truck and if he catches you you're dead."
"How fast can you run?" Sam sat up slowly. She stared at him. "It's less than a mile. Dean only runs when he's being chased…"
"Which is every day."
"Yes, but you run every morning. You can do it and if he catches you he'll want us and we'll already be there."
She could hear the demon breathing through the wall.
"I'll have to let him out?" Sam nodded. "Alright go."
"You sure?" She shook her head. She was not sure about anything.
"Go." She took the stairs two at a time and quickly changed into her running clothes. Sam was wrong she had run the mile only twice this month and that was to get away from Dean's moping. She made her way down the stairs.
She slowly opened the pantry door. He had ripped everything off the shelves.
"Let me out." He was so calm it chilled her.
"You'll hurt me."
"I've had plenty of time to hurt you. I won't, but I will hurt Dean. He's watching you. They are willing to sacrifice you and your son to save him. What plan did they have?" He held up his hand. A wave of ecstasy washed over her. "Let me out Rebekah. You are safe. Let me out Rebekah. All you need to do is take my hand."
Mesmerized, she slipped her hand into his extended one. Dean stepped from the devils trap.
"I lied." His hand wrapped around her neck. Rebecca struggled against him. His face began to fade. NO! She screamed as her knee connected with his groin. She fell to the ground gasping. Watching him roll around on the kitchen floor.
"You son of a bitch." She stood on shaky legs. She pulled her foot back and kicked him in the face. "Fuck you."
Rebecca raced from the room through the scrap yard; she mentally followed the directions Sam repeated to her several times. Her legs were weak and her head ached but she did not stop running. Less than a mile.
"Rebekah!" It screamed behind her. She ran faster until she saw the baseball diamond. Passing under the highway she slid on the rain soaked streets. Why couldn't it either rain everywhere or be dry everywhere. She heard him coming behind her. She was grateful that the demon was limited to Dean's ability. She pumped her legs harder. He tackled her at the third diamond. Her bandaged head bounced off the wet grass.
"You choose him over me?" He pressed her body into the saturated ground. She choked on the muddy water that pooled near the pitcher's mound. "You were nothing more than his whore."
He gripped her hips and threw her onto her back. He ripped at her shorts. Rebecca dug her fingers into his eyes. When he pulled away, she hit him as hard as she could. His body fell on hers. She pushed at the man surprised when he did not move.
"Sam!" She screamed. "John!"
She heard their footsteps squishing in the mud.
"Fuck! Are you alright?" They pulled Dean's unconscious body off hers. "What did you do to him?"
Sam looked at his bloody nose and swelling eye. She almost made it. They dragged him to the next dark diamond. There was a brief flash of light and the Angel knelt next to her. With a wink, he walked over to Dean. The black man, who looked younger than she did, touched two fingers to Dean's head. The demon shrieked as he was dragged out of the battered body.
"Hello brother." Rafael watched the demon struggle. Dean slowly stood and stared at Rebecca.
"Did you need to rack me?" He limped to his father and brother. They waited. Rafael was an Angel of few words.
"Choose now Winchester." The spirit of Cassie and their children appeared before them. Mason and Pam stood next to Rebecca.
"How am I supposed to do that?" The Angel stood unmoved.
"Dean?" Cassie asked reaching out to him. He remembered what his father said his Cassie died centuries ago. Rebecca held her son in her arms. Her eye was swelling and the white bandage that covered her head was stained with mud and fresh blood. She refused to look at him as she carried their son away. Sam followed her.
If Dean is Batman Rebecca is the bionic woman.