Dean had tried to make her stay back, because she was carrying his child and didn't need to be out on hunts, especially ones where they didn't know what they were walking into, but Beth fought back tooth-and-nail, and Dean had given in to her. He kept a close eye on her, though, always watching her back. They all marched the woods with their weapons on their backs. Beth lowered her voice and began to sing, "This is my rifle. This is my gun. This is for fighting. This is for fun." She was just trying to liven up the silence.
"Bethany!" Lucille scolded in her mom voice.
"What?"
Bobby shushed them, then he bent down to examine the bush next to him, he pulled out a chunk of animal hair. "Couple of bucks head-buttin' over turf, probably, pretty sure the other guy won." Dean raised a brow, "I guess I forgot, before you were a hunter, you were a- a hunter." he said. Bobby rolled his eyes, "Yeah, well, we shot our dinner when I was a kid." he replied. Dean suddenly smiled, "You used to take us hunting, remember?" Beth looked between them, "What?" she asked, Dean threw his arm over her shoulder as they walked along, "Dad would have a case and just dump us off on Bobby, im sure he must've taught us about everything we know." he shared, and Beth frowned. "Yeah, what I could get to stick," Bobby said as he led them all deeper into the woods, "Never could get you gubs to pull the trigger on a single deer." Dean was insulted, Beth laughed to herself. Hunting was a family tradition that Lucille made sure carried on to her daughters. "You're talking about Bambi, man." Beth was still sort of angry at the fact that the Winchester brothers got to spend their childhood with Bobby instead of her, "You don't shoot Bambi, Jackass, you shoot Bambi's mother." she snapped and maneuvered her shoulder free of Dean's arm, and he frowned as she stomped steps ahead of him, she caught herself up with her parents, leaving him behind. Sam laughed at him. "What?" Sam clapped him on the back and gave him the look. "Dammit." He shook his head at Dean and laughed again, "Smooth, dude." he said as they walked deeper into the forest. "Shut up."
The next morning Beth waited with Dean outside a bus station, they leaned against the hood of the Impala eating TDK Slammers. "Is this Charlie chick we're picking up another hunter?" Dean asked.
Beth shook her head, "No, I made sure she didn't have a clue." she said, then, "Although she'd be damn good at the job, she's a good shot." she shrugged and bit into her sandwich. "I mean, I've thought about training her up, but she's just too innocent and I don't have any right to rip that away from her, ya know?" Dean nod his head, chewing into his own burger.
By the time they finished their burgers, another bus had pulled in, and a bouncy red head sprinted towards Beth. "Bitchy Bethers!" she squealed, "Chickapea!" Beth exclaimed, and the two of them hugged. When Charlie backed away, she looked at Dean whom stood back a few feet and then looked at Beth again, tilting her head in his direction. "Is he?" and then Charlie bent down to Beth's barely noticeable bump and cupped her hands, "Hello, little peanut, this is your Fairy God mother!" she cooed. Beth grinned, she stood between the two of them and gestured as Charlie straightened up. "Fairy God Mother, meet Baby Daddy. Baby Daddy, this is Fairy God Mother."
"Fairy God Mother?" He asked.
"Yes, if I do something stupid and get myself killed, Chickapea here will take my place."
"It's part of the Will she made before she got expelled from our high school, after she had Robert." Charlie looked around Beth, "Where is my little man, anyways?" she asked.
"Oh, he's spending time with his Dad." Beth gritted.
"Fairy?" Dean asked again, and then added. "You made your Will in high school?"
Beth laughed, "You're wrestling with the big picture again." and then she looked to Charlie. "Don't mind him, he's just really superstitious." Charlie cracked a humored smile, "Like a GhostFacer?" she tried not to laugh, then Beth began to cackle, and she joined in. "Hey!" Dean protested, insulted, and then he stuck his hand out, "Dean Winchester." he introduced himself. Charlie composed herself and stuck out her own, "Charlie Bradbury. Welcome to the family, Dean." she said, shaking his hand. A genuine grin lit up his face, family meant everything to him. Then, after she dropped her hand, she looked at Beth and they nod together and broke out into song. Dean watched in amazement as the two friends tossed their hands into the air and started to dance. Charlie abruptly stopped dancing and turned wide-eyed at Dean. "Wait, Dean Winchester? As in, Sam and Dean Winchester?" Beth's own dancing stopped, "Yeah," her hands dropped to her sides again, and she looked at a shocked Chickapea, "What do you know?" Charlie placed her thumbs in her backpack strap, "Oh, its just that my new boss seems to be sorta hell-bent on having their heads on a silver platter." she explained, rocking on the balls of her feet. Dean cleared his throat, "Who's your new boss?" he asked. "Richard Roman," she looked between the two of them and rested on Beth, "What did your boyfriend do to tick him off so bad?" she asked. Beth placed her hands over her face, "Great…" she muttered. Charlie suddenly grabbed Beth's left hand away from her face and gasped at the wedding ring, "Not your boyfriend." then Beth lowered her other hand and looked over at Dean grimly, the two mirrored expressions, Beth nod and then turned back to look at Charlie. "It's a long story, I'll explain in the car." They got into the Impala, "I could go for another burger." Dean stated, revving the engine to life.
The three of them sat inside Big Gerson's as Dean and Beth went over Leviathans again with Charlie, whom took it all in with wide, terrified eyes. "Wait." She stopped them, "Richard gave me a hard drive to crack open that belonged to Frank Devereaux." then a sudden thought hit her as Dean and Beth gobbled away at their new found favorite burgers, "You're saying that my boss is actually an actual people eating monster that ate your minister?"
"Uh-huh."
"Woah, I am so glad I called off sick to come out here." Charlie breathed, "If that's true, what are you planning to do?" she asked them.
Dean shrugged. "I'm not that worried about it."
Beth rolled her eyes, "At least it's your head this time and not mine." she commented.
"What?"
"Funny, right? I could give two shakes of a rat's ass." He furrowed his brows in thought, "Is that right? Do rats shake their ass, or is it something else?" he asked, and then shook it off, "Ehh." he finally shrugged and bit into his burger again.
Beth filled her in, "On our first hunt together a Ned Head tried to rip my head off and put it on a silver platter, literally. I'll give Dean his props, he's a natural at monster killing, but that night I thought I was a goner." she rambled, then laughed when Dean 'Hey'd' at her. Charlie looked at the two of them in worry. Monster killers? She didn't ever want to know what a Ned Head was - her brain processed all the information that they had shared with her the secret of Beth's long standing job – all along she thought her best friend ex-girlfriend was part of the FBI. She glanced around the diner and noticed that almost all of everyone were munching away the same burgers like zombies. Something inside of her clicked over into a hunters instinct she didn't even know she had and she reached across the table and snatched the burgers out of her friends mouths.
"Chickapea, who gave you the right?"
"Hey, gimme my sandwich!"
Charlie quickly wrapped them up in the fry foil and shoved the half eaten burgers into her backpack. "We need to get out of here." She told them. They frowned, but complied.
"Everyone, this is Charlie." Beth introduced as Lucille grabbed the red head in for a hug, "Oh, it's been too long, sweetheart." They went around with the introductions, then Charlie asked, "You're all hunters?" and they nod. Charlie shook her head, trying to wrap her head around everything. The group sat down in the slum of a kitchen and she unzipped her backpack, tossing out the burgers. "I'm not one hundred percent certain about this," she started as everyone (save for Dean and Beth) looked at the foiled food in curiosity, "but I think these Slammers are turning everyone into zombies."
"This is stupid, my sandwich didn't do anything, I-I don't know what you think you're going to find." Dean grumbled.
The four of them turned their heads and looked at Dean and Beth. "There's something wrong with the two of you." Dean pulled himself on top of the counter as Beth rested her head in her palms with droopy eyes. "We're fine." Beth reassured Sam with a lazy toss of her hand. "Yeah," said Dean, "I actually feel great." he scratched his brow. "Best I've felt in a couple of months." He started blabbing highly, "Cas, black goo, Amber Alerts, Beth being pregnant…I don't even care anymore, and you know what's even better?" he asked rhetorically. "I don't care that I don't care." Beth chimed in then, "Yeah, I just want my damn burger back." she reached for it, but Lucille slapped her hands away, "Bethany Ann Singer, are you high?" and then the burgers pulsed, grey goop seeped from them.
"I think you pissed off my sandwich…"
Dean looked startled, "That- That's in me?" he asked.
"Only half of it." Sam said.
Beth placed a hand on her tiny stomach pudge. "Oh, you poor child, I'm sorry."
Bobby hadn't moved since Dean announced Beth's pregnancy and with Beth's words he snapped out of it and went for Dean, grabbing him by the collar. He pulled him from the counter top and slammed him into the refrigerator. "Whoa man…"
"You got my daughter pregnant?" He yelled in outrage, gripping his shirt tighter, and Dean raised his hands in innocence. "Boy, I am going to-"
"Dad." Beth groaned, Bobby turned to look at her and she shook her head. "Don't do it."
Lucille changed the subject, "Does that snot look familiar?" she asked, still looking at the Slammers.
Bobby harshly let go of Dean and turned around, "It sure does." he said, examining the sandwich.
Sam picked up, "Okay, so whatever turned Gary into a pumpkin-head…and is currently turning these two into idiots."
"Dude, right here."
"-is in the Turducken Slammer at Big Gerson's."
"It's in the meat." Sam hissed.
"If I wasn't so chilled out right now, I would puke."
Beth clapped a hand over her mouth and took off towards the trash bin.
Bobby clapped Charlie on the shoulder, "Good thinkin', kid, are you a hunter?" he asked.
She shook her head, "No, I'm just a nerd." she said.
Beth straightened up by the trash can, "What do you think about joining the family business?" she asked, wiping her mouth.
Charlie's eyes widened in horror.
The two best friends sat inside of a motel room while everyone else went out to investigate the league they had on the zombie burgers. "It really ticks me off that they're making us stay behind." Beth complained from one bed as Charlie ran through her laptop from the other. "Everyone's just looking out for the safety of the baby, Beth, I don't blame them." She said, not looking up from her computer as she clicked and typed away. She was doing all of the research she could on Richard Roman, "Man, this guy really knows how to keep his hands clean." she said for the sake of conversation. Beth frowned and rolled over, "What about his computer?" she asked. Charlie's eyes widened in horror, "Are you nuts?" she asked, looking up from her screen, "What if he catches me and eats me?" she rambled and then closed her computer. Beth got up from her bed and sat down next to Charlie, "How about we forget about all of the monster crap for a while," she got up once again and retrieved a 40 ounce beer bottle and a deck of cards, "let's just act like we're high schoolers again." the two of them grinned at each other and pulled up chairs at the table.
They had both stayed well up into the night, sitting hunched over the table, facing opposite sides of each other under the light of the lamp.
"I call your left sock, and I'll raise ya a slice of pizza." Beth said, already sitting in her underwear and bra with Charlie. Their clothes were scattered on the floor, half of the 40 ounce was gone. Charlie dropped her pizza plate into their money pile, the loose change rattled, and then she bent over to remove her sock when the door was blasted out of its frame, large wooden splinters flew inside. They jumped and turned their heads, Beth picked up her gun and aimed it at the intruder – a man in a sweater vest and with eyes bluer than her own stepped in.
"Um, excuse you." Charlie squeaked and then crossed her arms over her body, trying to conceal herself.
An awful smell like sunshine and daisies made Beth bunch her nose up in disgust, he began to step past Charlie and towards her when she realized that he was an Angel. "Get out!" Beth barked, she sat her useless gun back into the money pile and wrapped her hand around the 40 ounce bottle. She swung it, the glass broke and soaked the Angel in beer, but it did not falter him. "I have been sent here to destroy you." He said, and then he touched Charlie on the forehead, her bulging eyes instantly fluttered shut, and her head hit the table with a loud thud, the cards she held scattered the ground as she went limp.
"Charlie!"
The man said, "Your human friend is only sleeping." and then as he twisted his wrist, an Angel Blade slid into his palm. Thinking quick, Beth looked at the broken neck of the bottle she held, and then she slashed the shard top across her palm. "So you wanna fight, huh?" Beth said, suddenly, she clapped her hands together, and the Angel blasted back into the wall. He hit the ground, and his blade rolled towards the television. Beth snatched up her phone and speed dialed Dean as the Angel staggered back onto his feet, she pressed the speaker button and tossed her phone onto the table. She turned and stood up straight, facing against the Angel with only a broken beer bottle in her hand, and the phone rang and rang.
"Okay, so I guess we wait until they close up shop, and then go take a look around?" Bobby asked.
"Hold on…" said Sam as he held a pair of binoculars to his face, a car was pulling in. "Oh no."
"What?"
"Edgar."
"Leviathans."
Dean's phone rang. He took a sip of coffee, having just woken up, and dug around the backseat. It was Beth. "Yeah?" He asked, "DEAN!" she shouted through the receiver, a loud crash followed her shouts, and Dean instantly became alert. "What's happening?" When she did not immediately reply, he grew even more worried. "Bobby, we have to go back to the motel, now!"
"It's an Angel!" Beth shouted, and there was another loud crash, then the phone on her end went dead.
"Hey!...Beth? Beth! – What are we doing just sitting here, let's go!"
When they finally got back to the room, the door was scattered into pieces and Castiel was standing over a blood covered and half naked Beth. "Cas!" Dean yelled and tackled him to the ground. "Charlie!" Sam shouted when he spotted her lying in the mess on the floor, he knelt down and checked for a pulse, but he did not move his eyes or gun away from the fight. Beth slowly drug herself into the corner, she placed her hands around her stomach to protect the baby and her eyes began to smoke in their sockets as the darkness took over, "No." she snarled as she watched the Angel – Cas punch Dean over and over again. With the shard of glass she carved another sigil into her flesh (She'd already sliced a dozen different symbols onto her body like scarification tattoos and was running out of space, she wished her sister was there, Kris would know better banishing spells) and she smacked her sliced palm to the carving on her calf. To her amazement, Cas and Dean were both blasted apart and hit the wall, they broke the drywall before crashing the ground.
She slowly staggered back onto her feet, one hand covered her stomach and the other held onto a brown shard of glass. Dean and Cas painfully got back up, "What the hell is going on?" Dean barked with authority.
"An Angel ambush!"
"She's the most powerful demon since Lilith." Cas stated at the same time. The Angel Blade had found its way back into his hand and he took a step towards her, Dean's arm shot out and grabbed him harshly around the shoulder. "Woah woah, now just hold on a minute." He said, "Come on, man, she's pregnant." he tried to reason it out, because he didn't want to have to fight Castiel, but he would if that's what it boiled down to. Suddenly an Angel Blade slid from Dean's sleeve, and he looked at it in wonder. Cas' eyes squinted as he turned away from Beth and looked at him, "Dean, please, tell me you didn't." he said.
"I did, and if you want to get to them, you'll have to go through me first." Dean held his blade at the ready.
Cas tilted his head, "Dean…" he started.
"I mean it, Cas."
They didn't notice Beth slice her other palm open, she dropped the glass, and then clapped her hands together. Next, she outstretched her bloody hands, both men were grabbed by an invisible power force and held against the wall. "Beth, Castiel isn't going to hurt you." Dean said, trying with all of his might to move, but he couldn't. "It's not me that I'm worried about." She growled.
Charlie began to stir, her eyes fluttered open, and she sat up on the floor. She grabbed her head, "What happened?" and then her eyes found Beth and they widened, "Beth, you're bleeding…" she stated in a groggy haze, underlying panic could be heard in her voice. Beth glanced at her, they met eyes, and Beth tilted her head sharply. Charlie let out a scared yelp as the invisible force drug her across the floor and into the bathroom, "Holy cow!" she squeaked from the other side of the door. The doorknob rattled as she tried to get out, but Beth had sealed her inside. "Beth!"
A gunshot rang throughout the small hotel room, "Sam!" Dean yelled, and Sam stood there with a hard look on his face, smoke rolled from the barrel of Beth's pistol. "What was that?" Charlie shouted from the bathroom. Beth staggered over and collapsed onto the bed, blood soaked into the sheets, and Dean and Cas were released from the wall. The bathroom door ripped open and Charlie bolted back into the room with a towel wrapped around herself. She seen Beth face down on the mattress and overstepped Dean, "Beth?" she whispered breathlessly. Dean helped her flip Beth over face up. They gaped in silence at the gunshot wound she had to the chest. Her wide, void eyes slowly faded back to blue as they lifelessly stared down Sam, whom stood by the table in shock. Beth Singer was still.
A:N/ It's not Supernatural until someone dies lol. Thank you all for the reviews, they put the biggest smile on my face. Until next chapter, much love!