I love Supernatural family time.
Dean opened the door to Ellen and Jo. "Mason says she cooks from scratch every morning. No cereal, no frozen waffles it's like she's Martha freakin' Stewart. I don't know what I'm doing."
"Why did you call us? I have a cook." Ellen snarked as she walked into the kitchen hoping to find a box of oatmeal.
"Dean can't cook." Mason said sadly.
Sam came rushing through the door followed by Bobby and John. Each carried a large bag. Jo held up a breakfast tray. "I think your mama deserves breakfast in bed."
Mason went into the pantry and came out with a vase. He gave it to Dean. "Mommy likes blue flowers."
"It's raining." He grumbled remembering his coat was in the room.
"Here stop being a wuss." Ellen gave him a shove. "Pick the good ones."
Mason took his hand. "I'll help you."
"At least someone cares." He called over his shoulder. "All right you point them out and I'll cut them."
Mason stood looking over the side of the porch.
"That one, next to the white one." Dean stood out in the pouring rain and cut the flower. They repeated the action five more times. When they got back into the house, Dean was soaked and freezing. "Can I eat now?"
He pushed his son towards the kitchen while accepting a towel from Jo. "Are you and Sam still going to take Mason?"
"I thought we were going to stay here."
"Rebecca wants to learn how to protect Mason. Since they live here I'm going to teach her here."
Jo turned to the stairs. "I'll go get him some clothes."
Dean went into the kitchen where his father was speaking to Mason.
"Mase, go get dressed. Jo's waiting for you." The boy hurried from the room. "What's going on?"
"Mason mentioned your Angel." John took a sip from his coffee.
"Castiel, apparently some fear demon has been squatting in her since the beginning." He looked at his father angry that he would question his son before him.
"And they just took it out?" Sam asked.
"I prayed for divine intervention." He smirked. Dean went on to tell them about the dream and Castiel. "Look, I appreciate all of your help but don't talk to Mason about this stuff. He didn't remember being in my dream or Cass. I'm thinking that as a good sign."
"What about Rebecca. Is she going to be more receptive without the fear?" Ellen asked.
"We'll see." Mason came running in with his raincoat and boots.
"Mommies still asleep." He frowned.
"I'll take care of mommy. You have fun with Sam and Jo." Dean tossed him the keys to the Impala. His brother looked shocked. "What? His car seat is in the back already."
Ellen finished warming Rebecca's breakfast. She gave him a reassuring hug. "Just follow her lead. If she's truly free of this thing then she could be a totally different person."
He nodded and locked the door as they left. Mason left her door open. She lay on her stomach with her long black hair fanned around her. Dean loved the tank and boy shorts she wore. Down boy.
"Hey," He sat the tray down on the bed. "Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey."
"God go away." She swatted at him.
"It's ten." She did not move. "In the morning."
Her head popped up. "What?"
"A fear demon was hiding in your soul." Her eyes grew wide. "Guess how I felt? I'm guessing without its' manipulations then you could actually sleep."
"Huh, and my life was so boring before I met you." She threw a pillow at him. "Did you make breakfast? Where's Mase?"
Dean watched her attack her food. She looked good like his. Just awake, her hair everywhere like she had just been sexed up.
"Mason is with Sam and, umm, Jo. No I didn't make breakfast." He snatched her bacon. "What kind of Martha Stewart wanna be doesn't have cereal and milk?"
"The kind that likes her kid to be as healthy as possible. Mason has never had a cold. He doesn't have any allergies. Plus you never know what they're putting in all that stuff." She pushed the plate aside. "Anyway, if you really want to see me in action wait until next week."
"Why what happens next week?"
"We prep for Thanksgiving." Dean followed her to the bathroom. She looked at him. "Are you going to follow me into the shower?"
"It saves water." He challenged.
"We have a bag full of treasure. I don't think we need to worry about the water bill." Rebecca snarked as she pushed him out of the door.
"Think about the planet. We want to give Mason a better future don't you?" He called through the closed door. She surprised him when she opened it again.
"You've seen it all before." She teased as she stepped back for him.
"It's been a while." He took a deep breath.
She smiled. "One rule: you can't touch me."
"How…why…"
"You have tortured me for centuries. I believe it's my turn." He sucked in his breath when she lifted her shirt.
"Are they bigger?" He licked his lips. "They look bigger."
She squeezed them.
"I don't know what do you think?" He took a step towards her. "No touching."
Dean watched as she bent naked over the tub and started the shower. He was in hell again. He could not leave because he did not want to spook her. She was different. More like the Rebecca, he first met. Her smile, her eyes, unsure but determined. She was like this before he hurt her.
"Hey, I thought the past was going to be the past." He let her peel off his shirt. "If you're a good boy I'll give you a prize at the end."
"I'm good." He breathed.
She ran her hands over her body. He stopped breathing. "Ever use this shampoo. It's amazing. My hair can get dry but it moisturizes and conditions." Dean stood at the back of the shower as she talked about her home.
"Where are your parents from?" He managed to ask.
She turned to him and smiled. "Your turn."
He did not try to hide his erection. "You didn't answer my question."
"Pay attention because there will be a quiz. My father is from Alexandria, Egypt. He was the son of a baker. My grandmother sold their pastries to tourist on the roadside. He was their only child. He came to the United States to attend college. There he met my Mom. She was from Tanzania, Africa. Missionaries brought her here they paid for her schooling. She lost her family in the civil war. My father said they were destined to meet. It was fate. That they were drawn to each other. They married and when he got his citizenship, he wanted to be a police officer. My mother was attacked by a group of white supremacist this guy came out of nowhere and saved her. He said he was an FBI agent, but I think he was a hunter. Like you. Now let's see what you remember."
She took the body wash and rubbed the soap across his chest, her breasts pressed against his back. "I thought you had chest hair."
"Is that one of the questions." Hr hands glided over his nipples. "Hell hound. Never grew back."
"Oh, I like your abs. They're all bumpy." She molded her body into his. "This still feels familiar."
His knees buckled when she stroked him.
"You should brace yourself against the wall. I'm not that strong." Dean leaned his arms against the tiles. They shook when she slowly stroked him. "I'll only ask once. Where was my mother born?"
His mind was not functioning. She held him tight as her hand moved over him. "The clock is ticking and I'm getting bored."
"Alexan…Tanzania." He whispered.
"Very good." She nibbled his ear. Electricity shot throughout him. "What did my grandmother sale?"
"God, Rebecca…" She nibbled along his neck.
"If it was easy it wouldn't be fun." Dean leaned back into her. "And the answer is?"
"Fruit." She laughed.
"Nope." Before Dean could think she stepped out of the shower. She laughed. "You lose."
"Rebecca!" He screamed. Dean washed the soap off his body before he followed her. "You can't just walk out on a man like that. It's just wrong."
The leggy woman slowly dried her hair. "Funny thing. I woke up this morning and I was pissed. Here you are in my house bringing me breakfast in bed. Acting like we're soul mates. Then you tell me some vermin has been manipulating me my entire life! You loved a demon. I some drunken asshole tried to rape me. I killed a man. A crazed demon used his supernatural mojo and impregnated me. It's wrong Dean. It's wrong that you get to drink some potion and I'm suddenly attractive. It's wrong that all I want you to do is throw me on the bed and fuck me!"
Dean looked helpless. "What do you want me to do?"
"Fuck me!" He smiled at her. "And don't be so happy about it."
"You know a lot already. After you kicked my ass you're ahead of the game. Let's run through some drills my dad taught me." He was amazed. She was not the same woman he came to rescue last night. This Rebecca was confident. She held herself differently. She demanded respect. When Dean teasingly called her Rachel, she kicked him out of the bed and made him watch while she pleased herself. Sweet torture. Now she was preparing. She knew demons were going to attack and she wanted to be ready. "Umph…"
"You really should pay attention." She snarked as she tried to kick him again.
Dean caught her foot and knocked her to the ground.
"All right Lara Croft." Dean pinned her. "I can take you."
"Then take me." She thrust up to him. They heard the crunch of tires in the drive. "Or not."
"Great." Dean helped her up before looking out of the window. "Rebecca, it snowed."
"What we were just outside an hour ago." He insisted they walk to the gas station for cereal.
They opened the door in time to see Mason dragging a large pumpkin.
"What are you doing little man?" She rushed out and took it from him. "It's almost as big as you are."
"It's for you, mommy." He giggled.
"Ellen, Bobby and Dad are coming over." Sam said unloading the Impala. "There's a major storm coming through. Bobby already lost his lights. Since Rebecca has the most room we're staying here."
"Nice to know." Dean snarked as Rebecca chased Mason around the yard. "I don't think they've ever seen snow."
The woman picked up a hand full of the fluffy white powder and ate it.
"Don't eat it if it's yellow." Jo shouted. The girl blushed when Sam smiled at her.
"Why Sam you old dog."
"Shut it." He handed Dean a bag. "Dad bought wood to fix the attic window.
"There's some in the garage." He said as he opened the large door. "We can get the Impala and one of the trucks in here. There's another freezer. In the basement."
"Good Dad and Ellen are at the Bargain Mart right now." He helped Dean move things around.
"Everything is natural gas except the lights and we have a large generator in the basement. I think they run the cable underground so we should have TV if not Rebecca has a butt load of movies and games."
"When did she do all this shopping?"
His brother shrugged. "She didn't, it did."
Sam looked surprised. "And you're keeping it?"
"Nothing had been opened since he bought it and she likes most of it." Sam looked skeptical. "She deserves everything she has gotten."
"How did today go?" They carried a large piece of wood to the back of the garage.
"Good, she went from anger to rage the vengeance, FYI…never get on her bad side. I think we're finally at acceptance." He slapped his brother on the back. "Let's get my baby in here."
"Bella called again about the ring." Sam slipped into the passenger seat. "Bobby's bringing the bag. He didn't feel right going through it."
"We'll do it tonight." Dean covered his eyes as another car pulled up. He waved them into the garage. The silver sports car stopped next to him.
"You never returned my phone call." She stepped out of the car. "We need to do business."
Rebecca came running around the corner. Dean did not like the look on her face.
"Rebecca, darling how are you?" Bella rounded the car. The men watched in shock as the taller woman hit the Brit in the face.
"And we're back to anger." Dean said as she fell to the floor.
"Tie her up." Rebecca demanded as she left the garage.
"Definitely anger." Dean tossed the woman over his shoulder and carried her into the house. Rebecca had taken one of the chairs from the dean and sat it in the living room. Dean dropped Bella in it. She handed him some duck tape.
"Don't you think this is bit much?" Jo asked. Mason smiled next to his dad.
"No!" The group said together.
"All right." The blonde threw up her hands. Lights illuminate the darkening room. "Finally."
"Go," Rebecca said taking the tape and adding extra binding.
Sam and Dean walked outside to help unload. Jo was explaining what happened with Bella. John went inside. Rebecca had taped her mouth shut.
"Do you want to talk about this?" He asked with a slight smirk. No one had anything good to say about the conniving Brit.
"Not really." Mason looked at his grandfather and shrugged. "Come on midget, let's start dinner."
"Hey!" He ran after his mother.
Dean unloaded the supplies before joining them in the kitchen.
"Are you going to make pie?" He asked biting into an apple.
"Are you going to fix my window?" She bumped his hip.
"On it." He grabbed Sam and disappeared up the stairs. Rebecca looked at Mason and sighed. The kid was like his father he loved pie.
Bobby came when she took the pie out of the oven. She checked the roast and vegetables.
"Do you want biscuits?" She smiled at the eager boy. He nodded. "Go see what your dad is doing."
Mason scampered off. Bobby looked at the woman tied in the chair.
"Looks good on you." She glared at him.
Rebecca wiped her hands on the white apron she wore as Bobby sat the large bag on the table. Dean and Sam stomped down the stairs. Mason sat in his father's arms. Dean was surprised when he asked to be carried.
"Let's go through this." She said smiling at him.
They spread the contents over the table and looked through the items. There were many jewels but no ruby ring.
"I guess you were wrong." Dean said as he peeled the tape off her mouth. "There's a motel down the street. Go there."
"In this storm?" She gasped.
"You're not staying here." Sam said shaking the snow off his coat. "Your car is out front. Get out."
Dean grabbed her arm and dragged her to the door. "Get out."
He slammed the door shut in her face.
Bella stomped through the snow. She placed a call as soon as she turned the corner. "No get the girl. I need someone on the inside."
Dean stared at the ceiling. He lay in her bed, inhaling her scent, and the only thing that kept him from taking her was their son who lay in between them. Mason kicked out his foot exposing his erection. He heard Rebecca's frustrated sigh.
"I need some water." Dean watched her shadow as she disappeared through the door. He looked over at the sleeping boy and crypt from the room, closing the door softly behind him.
He could hear her in the kitchen. She stood at the window staring at the freshly fallen snow. Dean covered her mouth with his hand. He pulled frantically at the pajama bottoms. She slapped him away and slipped out of them. Dean pushed over the sink as she spread her legs. He slid into her with a relieved sigh. Their whispers and grunts filled the room until she milked him. He panted heavily in her ear.
"Mason needs to sleep in his own room." He whispered. "Starting now."
He flipped her around into a passionate kiss. It was good. It felt right him being inside her. Their baby growing and forming. Their daughter.
He knew they had changed Mason's future. Their son was going to be fine. He sat in the nearest chair and slipped back into her. She moved over him, straining not to cry out. She bit her lip until it bleed. Dean pushed into her watching as she took him all in. Had she always been the sweet? Was she always so succulent? He had he missed this? God she felt perfect. His member being milked by her. Damn. He caught her mouth against his. He pounded until she cried against him and squeezed him painfully. He cooed his need.
She sighed against his mouth. "Good huh?"
"Damned good." He tucked her hair behind her ear. "There's no going back now."
"Mommy?"
Dean jumped up throwing her to the floor. "Crap."
"Yes Mase." She smacked his shoulder as he helped her up from the floor.
"I'm scared." She pulled her clothes on and hurried out of the room.
"Cock blocker." He followed behind her.
It's not over yet. Thus story is finished but I still need to wait for my beta and make corrections. Working on another story that involves, Supernatural, Angel, BTVS…Dean and Kendra story.