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A/N: Let it be known that I am Garth style drunk when I write this story. lol
Enjoy :)
Finally, the family trio made it up to the safe house in Montana. Dean masked unease when he looked up at the raggedy shack cabin, then dropped the engine into park, "Stay in the car." he instructed gravely and got out himself. "What?" He quietly shut his door on her words. Beth watched him swiftly pull his gun out from the back hem of his jeans, he held it steady to the ground with his finger resting lightly on the barrel, ready to pull the trigger.
"I didn't know Dad had a gun too, Mom, what's going on?" Sam asked as he propped his head up front from between the front seats, then he watched as Beth leaned forward and pulled her .22 revolver out of the glove compartment, and she opened it and checked the chamber. "This is a crazy world, Sammy, so we've got to be extra careful."
"It's not another monster, is it, Mommy?" Sam asked, "Let's hope not." she replied.
Beth rolled down her window and pulled herself out, sitting propped up steady on the door seal, with her elbows resting on top of the vehicle, and then she steadied the .22 to cover Dean. His phone started ringing, and he turned his head to and fro, to further study the cabin as he picked up his cell phone. "Yeah?" Beth kept a quizzical eye over Dean and the cabin itself, so when a scrawny man wearing a cowboy hat stepped out from around the cabin's shed, she instinctively aimed for the head and pulled the trigger.
The loud blast caused three out of the four to startle. Cowboy Demon's shoulder wretched back as he staggered back and fell into the dirt, his hat toppling off top his head. It was alright, though, because Bobby had carved Devil's Traps into all of her ammunition, this cowboy wasn't going anywhere. Then, Beth watched in confusion as Dean shot her a bewildered look and took off running towards the man she had just gunned down. Something like shock filled her when Dean approached him and offered a hand down, he helped the pained man up to his feet.
In a haste, she stuffed the gun inside the pocket of her overcoat and leaped out of the car, opening the door to retrieve a scared child from the back, "It's okay, Sammy, come on." Sam looked from her and then out of the windshield where Dean was slowly walking and talking with the guy whom was clutching at his shoulder. "Mommy, you just shot that guy." His eyes were wide, then he took her hand tightly and hopped out of the car.
When they caught up with the other two the cowboy exclaimed, "B, you shot me!" he was in a state of obvious shock, on the brink of tears. "This is Garth, a hunter." Dean hissed into her ear after he picked a fussy Sam up, and Beth felt her face flare up in shame. "You scared my kid,' she muttered, 'let's get inside, so we can patch you up." Inside, Beth found a bottle of alcohol in the kitchen and stepped back into the living room, she went to Garth and stuck the bottle out to him. "Here, you're gonna need this, trust me." Garth looked at her apprehensively, "Trust you?' he let out a pained laugh as Dean prepped his shoulder 'You tried to kill me."
"Garth, you need to trust her on this one." Dean muttered with a pair of hemostats in his hand.
Garth looked between the two and down at his bloody shoulder with something much like fear, and then took the bottle from her hands. He glanced at the label, "Blueberry Vodka, the answer to all life's problems." he joked. Beth laughed, "Now I'm kinda warming up to you, Garth, but I suggest you start drinking now." she half smiled, cracking the lid for him. With a quizzical expression and a nod from Dean, he tilted the bottle to his lips, and then Dean began to dig in. Garth sputtered on the Vodka, "Ahh!" then he began to cough, revolting away from Dean and the surgical clamps. "OW!" he whined. "Uh- sorry." Dean looked at Beth with hard eyes. "I'll go see if I can find anything stronger." Garth gasped, "Hey, ugh," he nod towards Sam who laid silently in horror. Whom was on command by Dean to keep his eyes and ears shut while they fixed Garth. "is that you're-" "Yeah." Dean said, knowing well that Sam may have been faking the rules he'd been given. "I thought he'd be taller."
Beth stormed back in, "This should do." she huffed, clutching a stitch in her side, she held the quarter gone bottle Bobby had given her. It had taken one ounce and cry from Garth to numb the muscles enough so they could extract the bullet, then Beth – having to awkwardly sit in the scrawny hunter's lap and putting him in some weird headlock to hold him still; having to literally bottle feed him the sour mashed whiskey while Dean done the dirty work as fast as possible. "I so take back what I said about you, dude." She had mississippi'ed the swigs as she distributed them to Garth every time he opened his mouth to let out another cry – she had given him a total of six ounces, give or take. Not minutes after Dean had taped him up, after the initial shock wore down and the booze hit his blood stream all at once, Garth was literally floored. "Oh, Marmaduke, you crazy!" He snorted, reading the comics part of the newspaper.
Dean frowned, "Maybe this was a little too strong." he told Beth as they sat on the couch side by side with the very well-aged remainder of Beth's birthday bottle between them. Beth laughed and looked at him somberly, "Now that I think about it, you could've just taken him to the hospital." with a forceful pull, she took the bottle by the neck and took it out of Dean's hand. He frowned at her, "Hey, that's not fair," then he glanced around the room to make sure Sam was still napping in the loveseat. ",you went all red eyes on me, and I had a scared six year old crying in my ear." Beth raised a buzzing brow at him, "First rule of parenting: Don't let the child tell you what to do." she took another swig at the emptying bottle handed it back out to him. "It's a real shame that you had Cas to erase Ben and Lisa's memory of you." She randomly said, then asked. "What made you do that?" Dean immediately stiffened, he looked at her defensively.
"How do you know about Lisa and Cas?" He asked, knowing that he only vaguely mentioned Ben in one brief passing argument before all Hell broke loose. Beth scrunched her brows in confusion, "You don't remember?" she asked. "Remember what?" Dean looked at her clueless, he drank deeply. "You told me after we took out that vamp nest in Florida – that you had an Angel buddy named Cas erase their memories." Dean looked at her apprehensively, "I wasn't at that hunt." he passed the bottle back to her and said, "I was getting Sam at Sanford." Beth's confusion increased as she sipped from the large glass liter.
"How do you know what you were doing at the time, then?" She passed him the bottle,
He took a swing, "You hunted that nest in- uh," Dean scrunched a brow as he thought back, "2005, right?" he passed her the bottle. She took a swig, "Yeah, fifteen against two. We talked about it a few days ago." Then she passed the bottle back to him. Dean couldn't remember, he drank again – maybe that was why, and he couldn't keep his eyes off of her lips. "Oh, yeah." He played off, looking back into her eyes. "2005." He muttered, and then his lips pressed against hers. She quickly fell into the kiss, but pressed him back. "Dean…" she said lowly. He hovered over her to set the bottle onto the side table, and then he kissed her again. When he pulled back, she gasped, "Wow." and he smirked to himself. "Get a room." Garth drunkenly grunted from the floor. That is exactly what they had done.
(Day Five)
The next morning, Beth awoke with her head swimming with that familiar whiskey swim. She turned her head, and Dean was asleep soundly, snuggled in next to her – skin on skin. All at once the memories from the previous evening filled her brain, her face heated up, and then as swiftly as she could, she slipped out of Dean's grip and looked for her discarded clothes. She limped around, finding a Led Zeppelin shirt and a pair of his boxers and settled for those. Then she made damn sure to be silent as she closed the bedroom door behind her. Her face flushed again as last night's memory hit her like a flood, she turned to make her way towards the shower, feeling dirty.
A loud yelp from the next room over caused Dean to stir, when he woke up, he smiled when he realized that he was naked and had finally gotten the chance to ruffle some sheets with Beth. He got up, put on her pair of tight fitting yoga pants, and made his way toward the sound of the scream. When he entered the bathroom, he was greeted with a "Hey!" from the other side of the shower curtain as Beth washed up. "Sorry." He muttered, relieving his bladder. "Seriously?" Beth bitched from the other side. "It's nothing you haven't seen before." He argued, a smirk threatening to take his face as he flushed the toilet and she yelled again. He then slipped out of the constricting yoga pants and pulled the shower curtain back, Beth yelped in protest, she grabbed the shower curtain to cover herself. "Get out!" She demanded when he stepped in, much to her horror. "Well, we finally finalized our marriage. How about we go for round two, what do you say?" He asked and leaned his head under the scalding water, "Dammit, Dean!" Beth growled and threw a soapy loofa sponge, it hit his chest, and he smiled. "I love it when you're rough with me." Then he full on grinned when she scowled at him and turned red in the face, "I need a shower after what you did to me last night." Dean told her, "Relax, relax, it's nothing I haven't seen before." he smirked again. Beth's face went blank, and then pelted a bar of soap at him.
When they got out of the shower, and back into their own clothes, Beth was fast to put her hair in foam rollers and start on breakfast as Dean read over the newspapers. "Woah, it smells like my grandmas Sunday kitchen up in here!" They turned their heads as Garth walked in bright eyed and bushy tailed, he stumbled and then winced as he used his patched shoulder hand to catch himself in front of the coffee pot. Beth frowned, "Are you still drunk?" she asked, "Kind of." and then she dropped the spatula on the stovetop, "I swear, Dad's only doing this to torture me." she muttered under her breath. "Wha?". Beth cleared her throat, "I said I'm going to go wake up Sam. Man the bacon, Garth, ole buddy ole pal." she said, then harshly clapped him on the bad shoulder and headed towards the living room.
Garth grimaced in pain at her as she retreated and noticed her small limp, "Hey, is she okay, d'she hurtherself or something?" he asked slurishly. Dean looked up from the Lily Dale article and grinned, "Something." he turned an eye and watched her leave. "Tell me what you got." Dean said to Garth after he made sure she was clear of the room. "Alright, check this out," Garth took his hands off of the hot coffee mug and leaned against the counter, "the spell that Sam's under is really simple to reverse, but the complicity of-" Dean interrupted "Cut to the chase, but what?" Garth frowned, "Basically, Beth's sister is the only one that can reverse the spell she put on Sam." Dean rubbed a hand down his face, "Great, we've got this one in the bag, then." he said sarcastically, and Garth nod his joined him at the table. "You see, the magical scale level Sam's under costs way more than some chicken feet and fairy feathers, this aint no ordinary Coven, and she for sure had to call in a big nasty." he told Dean gravely. Dean's frown deepened, and then his expression suddenly changed as he remembered the witch that had tried to kill him in Hell's throne room. "Mother of Crowley." He sat the newspaper down and pulled his phone out, speed dialing Bobby.
"Mother of who?"
(Day Six)
Rowena took a hot soapy sponge to the demon wards painted around the bunker, a happy smile masked her face, despite Lucille's soul fighting the switch wall and slamming a migraine into her skull. "Grandma, why are we erasing all of Mom's drawings away?" Robby asked her, his own sponge smearing out a crossing ward as he helped her. "I say it's about time for some redecorating." She told him, sounding chipper.
"Won't she get mad at us?" He further questioned. "Didn't she draw these things for a reason?"
Rowena laughed, "Do you want the truth?" she moved on and smeared away another banishing sigil, Lucille hit her again, trying to get out, making Rowena angry. "I just want to know why she left me." The boy said sadly. Rowena stopped with her sponge and turned to look down on him, she stroked his cheek, "The truth is that your Mum literally couldn't be around you any longer, so she went off with Kristina to find her father, and these drawings she's put up are magical restraining orders to keep your own Father from ever seeing you." she told him. "Magic?" Robby's face scrunched in curiosity, and she nod, "Mom told me that Dad died when I was a baby…" he said in wonder. "No, he is very much alive." She began to lightly hum and scrub at the painted walls again, they had almost cleaned the place of the wards and sigils, "It's a shame, really, that your own Mum would abandon you with your dear old worn out grandmother, and not let you spend time with your Pa instead." She dramatically sighed. "Granted, he is a very busy man, but he's always wanted to be there for you, Robert." and then she shrugged nonchalantly. Anger consumed Robby's face, "You knew he wasn't dead this whole time? Can you tell me more about him? Do you know what he's like?" he asked, then he turned back to the paintings on the wall and went at them with his sponge, more vigorously this time. Rowena grinned, "I know that he's a King!" she told him enthusiastically. Robby was thrown through a loop, his sponge stopped, "What?" he shouted in disbelief. "My Dad is a King?"
"You're a very special Prince, Robert, and the rightful Heir to the throne."
When Beth woke up from the afternoon nap she took with Sam, she was a little surprised when she lugged the half sleeping tot down the steps and seen that Kristina had joined the party at the small breakfast table. "Oh…Hey." The haggard look of Kris made Beth uneasy, she wasn't the same sister that she had known, and she hugged Sam a little closer to her. "I called them here," Dean said, "I think you should come sit down with us." she complied and pulled up a chair next to him. With weary eyes she looked at the ritual material on the table, "What'd I miss?" she asked. Garth took the lead, "There's a way we can reverse the spell on Sam," Beth looked down at the tired boy that had his head buried in the crook of her neck, "Oh…" she said. Dean picked up, "and you're going to take him away from this place while we do all the dirty work in here, he's seen enough in the last twenty four hours, and he doesn't need to see this."
Beth looked at her sister, "Kris, what's wrong?" there were tears welling up in her eyes, and Beth could feel the emotions radiating off of her twin. "I am so sorry, but you guys have to understand that I had no other choice."
"There's always a choice!" Dean snarled.
Garth spoke up again, "Why'd you do it?" he interrogated Kristina.
Kris cleared her throat and turned her eyes to look at Sam sadly "Because, he told me about Lucifer hanging out in his head, and I knew a way to fix that problem." she stated robotically. Beth's top lip curled in anger, "Bullshit, Kris, I know when you're lying!" she exploded, and Kristina jumped as Beth smacked over the bowl of chicken's feet. Sam began to stir awake again, he lifted his head and looked up at Beth. "What time is it?" He asked, tiny fists rubbing sleep from his eyes. "Good morning, sleepy-head, it's time to go into town and pick up some groceries." She told him, and then she stood, "Don't forget the pie." said Dean.
Robby watched in amazement as his grandma mixed all kinds of weird stuff together in a bowl and drew a symbol on the kitchen counter that was unlike any of the ones they'd washed away the day before. "Robby, dear, grandma is going to need you to poke your finger." She held a sewing pin out to him. "What for?" He asked, wearily taking the pin out from between her fingers. "Magic, my dear, don't you want to meet your Father?" she asked, raising a brow up, daring to be questioned about the matter again. Grandma had become very urgent and didn't like him asking her questions, she'd even yelled at him last night, and Gramma Lucille rarely ever got mad at him, he was starting to believe that she was going crazy. The boy nod his head, then he hissed as he stuck his fingertip with the pin, a tiny bead of blood surfaced. Rowena grabbed his finger and directed it over the bowl, she squeezed it until a large drop of it dripped into her magic concoction, and then she very fluently began to recite something in another language that Robby couldn't understand, and he didn't even know she spoke another language. She stopped chanting and dropped a match into the bowl, a cloud of smoke erupted out of it, and Robby was mesmerized.
"You've summoned me for what reason?"
"Feragus!"
"…Mother?"
Robby wheeled his head around, an Englishman in a tailored suit appeared out of nowhere in the bunker, "Dad?" he asked.
Crowley raised a brow and looked down at the boy, then all of a sudden realization hit him and he smiled, "My son." he breathed. Robby sprang across the room and closed the space in between them, "Dad!" he flung his arms around Crowley in a hug, and Crowley looked over the top of the kids head and shared a wicked smile with Rowena.
Beth was paying for her cart of groceries when the cashier made a face at her, "Lady, you've got a serious case of pink eye." Beth peered up into the mirror of the sunglass rack that sat by the register, and her eyes were filmed with red. "Oh my…" She frowned at herself, then picked out a pair of sunglasses, "I'll take these too." she said, ripping off the price tag and covering her eyes.
When they were on the route back to the cabin, Beth had to pull over on the side of the road when Sam began to scream and cry, "What's wrong?" she asked, "I- there- Mom, monsters are chasing us!" he cried louder. Not knowing what else to do, she offered him words of comfort and slammed the car back into drive, she sped down the country road as fast as Curtis would go. Sam had eventually cried himself to sleep, she packed him in her arms, and the cabin was wrecked when Beth walked inside. She found Dean first, laying in a heap on the floor, it looked like he had hit the end table and taken it down with him. "Dean?" She gently laid Sam down on the couch and ushered over to him. She flipped him over, he was unconscious, "Get up." she began to shake him, and he slowly stirred back to. "Beth, get Sam and get out of here." He muttered as she helped him back to his feet.
"No way in Hell, buddy." She stated, then asked. "What happened?"
"Ello, Beth. I must say, those hair rollers do not suit you."
"Ah, crap."
She turned around, and there stood Crowley holding Kristina tightly by the arm, she looked terrified. "Beth, don't-" with a snap of his fingers, Kris was silenced, and she clutched at her throat, but no sound came out as hard as she tried. Then Beth turned on Dean, "What the Hell!" she exploded. "Kristina has been working for, get this, Crowley's mother." Beth was confused, she looked away from Dean and turned to Crowley. "You have a mother?"
He shrugged, "We all come from somewhere, darling." and Beth snarled, "Oh, go to Hell."
Crowley pointed a finger at her, grinning, "There's the Beth Singer that I know and love." he said.
Dean frowned and looked between the two of them, missing something. "Dean?" The four of them turned their heads and seen a fully grown Sam sit up on the couch, "What's going- Ahh!" he pressed a hand to his forehead, wincing. "Sammy!" Dean maneuvered around them and stood in front of his brother, "You good?" he asked. "I think so." Sam dropped his hand and squinted around the room, his eyes bulged at the sight of Crowley holding Kristina. "Let her go!" he barked, standing on wobbling legs, Dean reached out and helped him steady.
Crowley and Dean shared raised brows.
Beth looked between Sam and her sister, "Why'd you do it?" she asked Kristina, a look of betrayal crumpling her face. Kris tried to open her mouth and speak, but Crowley did not remove the silence spell from her, 'I'm sorry.' she mouthed. "Damn skippy." Beth said back.
"Kristina here went and sold you out, Beth." Crowley said, "Not to worry though, dear, I plan to make a good example of her." Beth's brows furrowed. "What?"
Crowley grinned again, "This isn't Wall-Street, this is Hell, we have a little something called integrity." he told her. Beth laughed and shook her head, "What?" something wasn't adding up. "Years of demons nipping at your heels, haven't seen one for months, wonder why?" Crowley redirected the conversation.
"We've been a little busy-" Dean started.
"Hunting Leviathan, yes I know, that's why I've told my lads to stay clear of you meat heads."
"What do you know about them?" Sam asked.
"Too much." He shifted his eyes to Beth again, "I hate the bastards, squash them all, please. I'll stay clear." he winked. "It's been a pleasure seeing you, my dear Beth Ann." And then he and Kris were gone. Dean turned to face Sam and Beth, "It's good to have you back, Sammy." he grinned and filled the space between them, he hugged Sam tightly. Bobby entered the room with Garth as Beth stomped out of it, they turned and watched her march up the steps. Then Bobby raised his brows, "I'm gonna go check on her, Garth, you help Dean fill Sam in on what's been happenin'."
"Sure thing, boss."
Bobby was sure surprised when he walked in the bedroom after he knocked to find Beth yanking rollers out of her hair and soundlessly crying, "Are you okay, Beth?" he asked. She sniffled and threw another large curler at the mirror, it hit her reflection and bounced across the dresser. "Leave me alone, old man." Bobby frowned, crossed the room, and pulled his daughter into a hug. Beth finally broke down, she forgot about her hair and buried her face into his chest, letting it out. "Come on now, Singers don't cry." Bobby said, trying to comfort her. He heard her laugh and was relieved when she lifted her face to smile up at him. "We sure don't, better to drink away our emotions, right?" She stepped back and wiped her face, then returned to pulling out rollers. "What's crawled up your ass and died?" Bobby asked. Beth smiled at him through the mirror, "I'm going on a road trip, I need to check on Mom and Robby, and I'll call you if I need to." She said, running her fingers through her fresh curls, then she spritzed them with some hairspray.
"You can't just leave in the middle of all of this Leviathan crap."
"It's nearly Christmas, I have to go see my son." She said, and then somebody coughed, they turned as Dean entered the room. "You're not going alone." He hacked, "Do you really need all that hairspray?" his nose curled in disgust.
"Have you ever hunted a Wendigo on an actual hunting trip?" She laughed, and then looked at Bobby, "Do you remember that, Dad?" and Bobby was already smiling, "I'm surprised you even remember that one, kiddo. You were only like three years old." he said. "Of course I do, it was the last time Kris and I ever saw you again." Bobby's smile instantly vanished, "I need a drink." he ducked his head and left the room. They watched him go, "Singers don't cry, Bobby!" Beth shouted and tossed her backpack onto the bed, she began to stuff it with her things.
"Dean, I'll be alright by myself."
"I don't care, I'm not gonna let you go out there on your own."
Beth sat on the bed, facing away from him. "No, I need to go see my son, and I don't need no babysitter."
"Two hunters are better than one."
Her head snapped around, "Are you insulting my hunting skills, Winchester?" she stood up and dropped her pants, then quickly pulled a fresh pair of tight fitting jeans up around her hips. Dean watched her as he lounged back on the mattress. "No, I'm refusing to let you go wandering off by yourself. You're my wife, and I'd be a pretty crap of a husband if I just let you go out there with Crowley circling in on you."
"He said he'd stay clear."
"Your own sister double crossed you, so why would you believe Crowley?"
"I don't, that's why I need to go check on my family!"
"Great, we can take Sam and Bobby, and then we can have one big ole family reunion."
She looked at him again, and her eyes had a fading film of red coloring them. "Dean, my Hell eyes keep coming back, something is seriously wrong." She frowned and put her sunglasses on again, even though the sun was beginning to set outside. "I don't know, but I can feel it in the pit of my soul."
"Then I rest my case, you're not going alone, we're having a family reunion." He suddenly grinned. "Have you told your mother that you got hitched yet?"
"You're taking this fake marriage thing way too literal, Dean, only our aliases are married." She said, "Mr. and Mrs. Smith, not Winchester." but his smile did not leave him, "Mr. and Mrs. Winchester, that's got a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" he asked, "Rolls right off the tongue." his brows furrowed together in thought.
"Shut up."
"I will not, because in my book, we are married."
"Well then, you need to find a new book."
Dean laughed, but then had a sudden thought. "Hey, what do you think Crowley plans on doing with Kristina?" Beth ran a hand over her face, "I have no idea, but whatever it is, it can't be good." she tilted her head in his direction. "What happened, while Sam and I were out, anyways?" She stood up and grabbed his hand, pulling him up with her. "Come on," she said. "we're going to the bar, you can fill me in over a round of whiskey." Dean smiled and followed, gripping her hand a little tighter as they left the room.
"Johnny was a schoolboy when he heard his first Beatle song. 'Love Me Do', I think it was, and from there it didn't take him long."
"Ya know," Dean said over the loudness of the bar goers and music, "I've had lots of great sex to lots of great Bad Company songs." Beth took her shot just as Dean cracked a smile, "Jesus Christ!" she sputtered and used the sleeve of her jacket to wipe the liquor from her chin. Dean laughed at her. "We're supposed to be talking about my sister, not your pathetic sex life." Beth chuckled, her smile matching his. "I can't help it, Bad Company makes me horny, and if that's so, you've got a pathetic sex life too." and then his brows furrowed as he listened to the lyrics. "You know what? I don't think I've ever done it to this song, yet." They took another shot together, "Dammit, Dean, im being serious here." said Beth, her face flushing as Dean looked at her with lust in his eyes.
"You don't need to be worrying about Kristina, Beth, I took care of it for you."
"By giving her over to Crowley?"
"There was no other way around it, she sold you out to his mom, so we called in a family intervention."
"Let me get this straight, you sold my sister out, for selling me out, and you didn't even bother to tell me about it?"
Dean shrugged, "Yeah, pretty much." he said.
"Great." Beth took another two shots.
"What?"
Beth swooped a hand through her mane of curls, "Now I gotta save her stupid ass." Her hand dropped to the table and picked up another shot. "Bottoms up, Dean, we've got a long road ahead of us."
"I'll drink to that."
"Johnny told his Mama. 'Hey, Mama, I'm going away. I'm gonna hit the big time, gonna be a big star someday."
"I'm drunk, wanna dance?"
"Sure."
They took each other's hand and took step to the small dance floor.
"Don't you know that you are a shooting star? (Don't you know, don't you know.)"
"This is nice, isn't it, not out chasin' monsters – its so, ya know, normal."
"It's great."
"We gotta make this a thing, like a date night."
"Sounds awesome, now shhh. No chick flick moments, Dean."
He laughed as he spun her out, and she stood on one foot, smiling brightly, then they brought it back in.
"Watching the world go by, surprising it goes so fast. Johnny looked around him, and said 'Well, I made the big time at last.'."
They swayed to the music, pressed together, and then Beth looked up at Dean, "Can you promise me something?" she asked.
"Anything."
"Kill me if I become a monster." She whispered into his ear, and he stiffened. "You're drunk." He said, pulling back and looking into her glassy eyes in disbelief.
"No, Dean Winchester, I'm serious." Beth said. "I don't know what I'm walking into when we get to Florida. If I darkside again, don't even hesitate, just kill me."
"I cant- I dont want to be –Beth."
"I cannot become a monster, please, promise me."
He was silent.
"Johnny died one night, died in his bed. Bottle of whiskey, sleeping tablets by his head. Johnny's life passed him by like a warm summer day. If you listen to the wind, you can still him play – oh oh oh."
"I promise."
"Thank you."
"And all the world will love you just as long, as long as you are."
"Hey-uh- do you wanna get a room for the night?"
Beth was asleep as Dean drove down the road behind Bobby's vehicle when she started talking in her sleep again, "Igottago't Missouri." she grumbled.
"Missouri? We're on our way to Florida."
"Needt'talk't Missouri."
Dean had to think for a moment, "The psychic?" he asked as it dawned on him.
Beth stifled a yawn, "Yeah, dumbass, that one." her eyes opened into little slits as she took in the white, snowy, morning surroundings. "I know we're close to her, and I need a reading." Dean nod, "Alright." and fell out of line with Bobby on the freeway, instead, he took the Exit. Bobby rang him a second later, "Yeah?" he looked over as Beth rubbed sleep from her eyes and grabbed for the coffee thermal.
"You and Sammy roll on into Florida, we're making a little stop somewhere, and we'll catch up with you guys." Dean said. "Alright, see ya, Bobby." He closed the phone and tilted his head in Beth's direction, "How do you know about Missouri?" he asked, she shrugged, "I met her a long time ago after I gave birth to Robby, when I started developing the Hell power thing, she was very insightful and I know she can help." she said.
When they got there, the door sprang open before Dean could get the first knock in. "Dean! Beth! Oh, it's so nice to see you kids again." Missouri gushed, then she frowned at the two of them. "Why didn't you tell me that the two of you got married?" Beth had a sheepish grin on her face and moved in to hug the woman, "I'm sorry, Nan, it was a spur of the moment thing." she said as they pulled apart, and Missouri turned to Dean, "Boy, why are you bothering my doorstep when Beth here needs to be in Florida?" she scolded. Beth chuckled as Dean sputtered for words. "I'm the one that drug him here, Nan, I need to talk to you."
Missouri opened the door wide for them to step inside, "Well, come on in, I've got tea on the stove." she said. The two of them stepped inside and shivered out of the cold, "Missouri's your Nan?" Dean whispered to Beth, and Missouri checked outside of her property before closing the door behind her, and then the tea kettle began to whistle in the kitchen. They sat in silence as Missouri poured cups. She held one out to Beth, "Drink this up, dear, it will calm your nerves." but Beth went to decline, "Girl, don't try to tell me that you're fine, when I know for a fact that you are anything but, now drink." and the two women looked at each other with raised brows. After a long staring contest, Beth finally accepted the cup and she drank.
Missouri rounded on Dean, "Boy, what did I tell you about putting your feet up on my table?" she scolded. He instantly straightened in his seat, "I didn't do anything!" he whined, and then he sipped from his own tea cup. The three of them sat in silence, sipping herbal tea, and Missouri continued to peer at Beth with a knowing look in her doe-like eyes. "Oh, Beth, I'm very sorry."
Dean looked between the two, "What? What is it?" he asked.
Missouri's lips thinned, "Robby is in grave danger." she continued to peer at Beth, whom looked like she'd been on the brink of tears, "If you want to save your child, sweetheart, im afraid that you must go through in your transformation." Beth slowly frowned, "Well, that's crap-tastic." She grumbled, having already had an eerie hunch about it.
"There is no more time to waste, Dean, be a gentleman and go pull the car up for your wife."
Dean looked between them again, sat his cup down, and then got up to make his leave. When the door closed behind him, Missouri turned back to Beth with a pleasant smile on her face, "Beth, why haven't you told him?"
"Because once I transform, he's the one that has to take me out, and I can't afford for him to even hesitate." Beth huffed out as she lounged back comfortably in the loveseat, "You told me six months ago before I even got to my Dads that Dean Winchester was the man that would do the job, before anything else." Beth laughed and showed her scarred shoulder, "Turns out he's just a bad shot." and Missouri tisked in light laughter. Beth was full of sorrow as she concealed her shoulder back, but she kept herself together. Singers didn't cry. "I made him promise me last night, but I think he really likes me, Nana, and-" Missouri interrupted Beth, "He sure does, sweetheart, that boy is half out of his mind worryin' about you, and the other half of him is fighting with the thought of having to kill you and poor dear Kristina." she confirmed.
"And I can't let him get too close in his emotions like that, not if he's the one that has to kill me when it's all said and done."
"Let me tell you about Dean Winchester, he is a man completely made up of raw emotions."
Missouri's frown suddenly turned into a bright smile as another reading wave swept through her third eye, "That sweet little baby nestled in your womb is telling me that you and Dean have already crossed that too-close line." she said, and Beth's eyes bulged as she shot up off of the couch in horror. "What?" she exclaimed. Missouri's face slowly eased into confusion, she looked at Beth, and then startled back in a bit of shock, "Honey, you didn't know that you're pregnant." she stated, "Oh, Beth, I am so sorry." she apologized for breaking the news. "I'm pregnant?" Beth asked in wonder, her hand absent-mindedly began to rub her lower stomach. Then the car beeped from outside, and Beth slowly stood. Missouri got up with her and walked her to the door. "Yes, you and Dean are going to turn into excellent parents, and your morning sickness will hit you all too soon." Missouri predicted, "How are you going to tell him?" she asked as Beth pulled her over jacket on.
Beth stepped onto the porch, stopped, turned, and said. "I don't know, Missouri. Please, pray for us."
"I will, sweetheart. Now don't make yourself a stranger, you hear me, I want to see that precious Singer-Winchester baby before you're doomed to Hell, Beth Singer. I mean it."
Beth laughed, "I hear ya, Nan, I love you." she hugged Missouri again before running out into the falling snow towards the open car door of the Impala.
Missouri sighed sadly, "Lord, be with those babies." she muttered, watching the Impala roll down the road and out of sight.
The four of them entered the bunker and Beth lost her breath when she seen that all of the wards and sigils she placed had been scrubbed away, red, patchy splotches covered all of everything. "No." Sam used the tip of his gun to push over a bowl sitting on a sigil, "Somebody summoned Crowley." he told them. Beth couldn't breathe, "No…Robby!" she yelled out, and then she began to wreck the entire bunker. "Beth!" Somebody shouted, but she did not hear. First she cleared all of the things from the kitchen counter in one angry swing "No!", then she angrily screamed as she flipped the table "NO", her fury had her seeing red. A darkened hollow feeling swept over her and crept up her spine. In a sudden moment Beth let out another piercing "NO!" and the entire bunker shook, the hoarded stacks of papers, books, and files exploded from their places and rained down all around them. The sound of a shotgun boomed in the bunker and Beth felt white hot pain in her ribs as she staggered back and hit the floor.
"Dean!" Bobby barked.
"Relax, it was just a little rock salt."
Beth was dazed as Dean hovered over top of her, he grabbed her up by the armpits and helped her back on her feet. "You alright?" Beth doubled over and clutched at her bruising chest, "You friggin shot me." she gasped out, staring up at him in wonder. He shrugged innocently, "You went crazy eyes, and to be honest, I didn't even know if it would work." he said as he placed more shells into the empty chamber. Beth was struck with amazement, "You shot me." she repeated. Dean cocked the shotgun, he looked at her in worry, "You told me not to hesitate, so I didn't." he said with a hint of sadness hidden under his tone. "Hey guys!" They all turned their heads and seen Sam walk back into the room carrying an unconscious woman in his arms. She was bruised, bloody, and swollen beyond recognition. Beth stared at her mane of blonde hair and her heart dropped, "Mom!" she gasped. She stumbled over next to Sam, "She's still alive." he said, and Beth finally burst into tears.
Lucille began to stir, her head bobbing up and down, swirling to and fro, eventually her swollen eyes slipped open, "Don't -you cry- now, Bethany Singer…" she managed, becoming more alert with every passing second.
"Bethany?"
Beth sniffled a low, "Shut up, Dean." and wiped her tears away.
"I didn't expect you to be a Bethany."
"It's Beth."
Sam huffed and rolled his eyes. "Are you two seriously doing this rig-"
"Shut up, Sam." Dean and Beth said in unison, not turning their heads away from each other as they squabbled.
"All I'm sayin is, why haven't you told me you're a Bethany?"
Beth groaned, "Because, It's Beth!" she shouted.
"You two, stop naggin'!" Bobby exploded, then he turned his head back to look at Lucille. "Lucille, what happened to you?" Black, purple, and blue patches covered a face twice the size it should be. "It's nice to see you again, too, Bobby Singer." She grinned, a few of her teeth were broken and missing. Very slowly she tried to sit up, Bobby propped an arm behind her and assisted. "I took Robby to the park, next thing I know some witch body snatched me and took me for a joy ride." She looked away from her lacerated arms to her daughter. "A red headed woman…she summoned Crowley and Robby went straight to him…I'm sorry, Bethany."
But Beth was sadly looking at Dean, the two nod at each other in silent agreement.
"Kristina." They mused together.
"What happened to Kristina?" Lucille asked clueless.
"First, we need to get you patched up." Bobby cut in.
Beth laid there next to Dean for over an hour, and eventually his breathing slowed, he was fast asleep. She went through with a couple of tests to make sure he was really in dream land. Wiping her finger lightly under his nose, and he reflexively scratched it. Stroking his stubble, and he only snuggled in closer to her touch. She went to run her fingers through his hair went he reached out and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her in close to him with strong arms. "If you wanted to do something, all you had to do was ask." Dean grumbled, voice thick with sleep, she had woken him up.
Beth cursed under her breath. "Dammit."
"What is it?"
"I need to go to the store."
"I''ll take you."
"Nevermind, get some sleep, honey."
Dean smiled and slowly lolled back to sleep. She waited another hour, the motel room clock shined a bright 3:16. Finally she managed to escape from his arms, and from the motel room with the keys to the Impala in her hand. When she returned back some twenty minutes later, she opened the door and was greeted by Dean slugging her in the shoulder.
"Ow, what the Hell was that for?"
Dean frowned, "I got a rule: Steal my car, you get punched." he said, and then yawned.
"That's stupid."
"Yeah, well, you're stupid…What are you doing out at this time of night anyways?"
The alarm clock shined out at 3:39 AM around the darkened room.
Beth thought for words, "I was hungry." she managed, it was a pathetic lie, but it was something.
Dean's frown deepened as he looked her up and down quizzically, "Where's the food?" a look of outrage swept his face and he looked towards the window, "Please don't tell me you ate greasy convenient store food in my car." when he focused back in on her, his expression was stone hard.
Beth rolled her eyes, "Baby is fine." she grinned and tossed the keys to him. In one side step, she walked away from him and closed herself inside the bathroom. Now that she was away from him, she let her smile fall from her face and pulled a pregnancy test out of her jacket pocket. All sorts of emotions ran through her as she stared down at the positive stick. Excitement, joy, fear, sorrow, eventually she settled in on dread. She was pregnant, one week, and she was knocked up by the man that was going to kill her.
Dean Winchester was a lot of things, Beth mused in thought as she stood paralyzed against the door, still staring at the stick. He was a top of the game hunter. He was a snarky bastard. He was brutal. He was a man to be feared. On the other hand, - Beth looked away from the test and looked at her wedding ring in wonder- he was kind, he was protective, charming, one could say he was even tender hearted, and now he was the father to her unborn baby.
Beth's stomach turned with nausea. She clapped a hand over her mouth and rushed to the toilet, then all at once she let it up. Her body rocked with her vomiting, just when she thought she was done, she'd double over again, and then she sat there in a cold sweat as Dean knocked from the other side of the door.
"You alright?"
Beth wiped her mouth, "Yeah." she said shakily.
"Let me in."
"You don't want to come in here, Dean."
The doorknob rattled and Beth quickly tucked the pregnancy test back into the pocket of her discarded jacket just in time as Dean picked the lock and entered into the bathroom with her. He knelt down and gently pulled her hair away from her face, holding it back. "What did you eat?" he asked, nose bunched up in disgust as Beth flushed the toilet twice. "I'm never eating 3 AM convenient store food again." Beth groaned, causing Dean to lightly chuckle. She wobbled as she stood, and he helped her up. They maneuvered over to the sink so she could rinse her mouth out, as she done that, Dean reached down and scooped her jacket from the floor, and a plastic stick flung from the coat and bounced around the porcelain of the tub.
Beth froze in horror as Dean curiously picked it up and examined it. His face twisted into shock, he looked at Beth, "What is this?" he asked her, slack jawed. Beth's eyes widened, "Dean…" she whispered. "You're?" he asked in disbelief. She nod, "We are." she whispered, looking down at her feet. There was a long silence between them, and then Beth felt his hand on her chin. He lifted her head up to face him, and he was grinning brighter than she'd ever seen before. "This is so awesome, we're going to be kickass parents." He said, and then he brought her in for a hug. Beth clutched the back of his shirt and burst into tears.
It had been couple weeks, Lucille was still a little bruised but otherwise healing up pretty well as they drove down the highway, and Beth was rolling around in her mind trying to find a way to announce her pregnancy. Every time she opened her mouth to say it, though, it got hung up in her throat and she couldn't bring herself to let the words out.
"What's got you bothered, Bethany?"
"How are you and Dad getting along?" Beth diverted the topic.
Lucille grinned and laughed a little, "Like two teenagers in love – like you and Dean." she said, turning her head over to give Beth a repaired toothy grin.
"That is so wrong."
They shared a look and laughed together, and then Beth asked. "Did Crowley say anything?"
The mood around them shifted into seriousness and Lucille cleared her throat.
"I recall him telling me to tell you to get in touch with that Charlie girl you went to school with."
"Charlie Bradbury?"
"Yeah."
Beth's brows furrowed, "I haven't seen Charlie since her high school graduation." she mused, and then pulled out her cellphone and began to compose a new e-mail to an old friend.
'What's cookin', good lookin?! Chickapea Charlie, it is I, back from the Underworld.'
It didn't seem to take as long as it should've to get to the next safe house, anyone could tell you that Beth got her speed demon foot from her Mama. They waited back in the truck as the boys unloaded and packed up inside the house. When Lucille made a move to open her door and step out, Beth reached out and grabbed her around the wrist, "Wait, there's something I have to say." she muttered.
Lucille's face twisted in concern, "What's wrong, Bethany?" she asked.
Beth perched her lips, "Mom, how do I…Screw it, im just going to say it." she huffed.
"Say what?"
"Mom, im…I- I. Dammit, Mom, I am with child."
Lucille auditability gasped, "How long?" her jaw slackened.
"About a month."
"Is it-" she dropped her voice to a whisper. "Is it Dean?"
"It's Dean."
Much to Beth's horror, Lucille began to cry. "Mom, are you okay?" and then Lucille looked at her with teary eyes and smiled, "I'm just so damn happy right now." and then she laughed a little. They stepped outside of the vehicle, and then Lucille brought Beth in for a tight hug.
"Please don't tell dad." Beth whispered into her ear. "Not yet."
"Of course."
The next morning they entered Big Gerson's.
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Bobby, Lucille, and Beth walked in snow covered and dressed down in full FBI, she waved over Sam and Dean as they interrogated the Ranger. They slipped a bill onto the table and then joined them. "So?"
"We looked at the cadaver, what's left of it…Not a happy camper." Lucille bit back a chuckle.
Beth gasped, "Mom!...No stats on a Jersey Devil, but the bite rate on the victim's wounds is too small for a Leviathan." she shrugged.
"And he's still got some ventricle and some change, so, dropping werewolf, and a Wendigo don't leave no scraps." Bobby shrugged.
"Hmm." Sam mused.
"Lunch?" Dean asked.
"Starving." Beth said.
Dean turned and stopped an employee, "Hey, uh – Brandon! Can we grab a booth?" he asked.
Brandon turned an angry eye at him, "Uh, douche-wad, a hostess will see you." he bit back. "Do I look like a freaking hostess?"
Dean was stunned, "Do you want to look like a hostess?" he asked, but Brandon stormed off.
Sam laughed. "That didn't make any sense."
"What was that?" Lucille asked, then she looked at Beth worriedly.
"I sure hope we don't get Brandon's section."
But they indeed got Brandon's section, and he wasn't the least bit happier as he slammed plates onto the table. "Super salad to Big Bird, TDK Slammers to Barbie and Ken Doll, and a little heart smart for grandma and grandpa." Beth choked as she went to go take a sip of her tea. She composed herself, bit into her sandwich, and looked at her phone innocently. "Hey, Charlie wrote back!"
'Bitchy Bethers! It's about time you returned from the pits of Hell, what's up?'
"Charlie?"
Beth ignored the question, instead, she quickly wrote a reply.
'There's another bun in my oven, track my address, and get here as soon as you can.'