AN: The title didn't completely fit, so here you go: "Home is Where the Heart Is. But Where's My Heart"
Fair warning, this starts out with a dream scene. Think of Dean's nightmare scene after **SPOILER WARNING** Cas died because of the Leviathans. Actually, watch that scene first so you'll get where I was going with this.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, Dean, Sam, or Cas. Bea, her mom, and that monster on the other hand, yes.
"There's a pattern here, I know it! I just don't see it yet…"
"Dean!" she yells, pain filling her chest.
"Sam, Cas! Help her!" he yells before being thrown across the room.
"Cas, get Dean! I got Bea," Sam says quickly as he runs toward her.
'So much blood… Where'd it all come from?' she thinks to herself as she looks at her now blood-stained hands.
A sultry voice rumbles in the back of her head, and she hears, 'Yes, you'll do very nicely. 7, maybe 8 weeks, am I right?'
"What…?"
"Bea, come on! Hold my neck. We'll get you guys safe right now."
'The pure ones always taste so… delicious. You recently lost your purity, but your heart is still very much intact. Sure that won't last for long though.'
"What are you talking about?" she asks aloud shakily, fearing the answer.
'That can't be it… That can't be it. I can't be—'
"We're almost in the Impala. Don't worry, we won't let you guys die." Cas says, holding Dean tightly and lovingly.
'I look forward to sucking the marrow from your bones, and having your unborn baby for dessert,' the voice taunts, slowly disappearing.
'—pregnant!'
She felt like she had been hit by a freight train.
"No!" she yelled.
"Bea, you're ok!" Sam tried to reassure, but to no avail.
"No!"
"Bea! No one is going to hurt you!" Dean managed to say, her reaction causing him acute fear.
"No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" she continues screaming.
"Beatrix! Wake up! You're alright! I'm here, its ok!" her mother says, trying to soothe her child as best as she can.
Cold sweat heavily covers her body. Her muscles are tight, ready to defend herself if need be. Her breathing is erratic, but the adrenaline rushing through her veins make her hyper aware of everything in her room, and unable to calm down enough to control her breathing.
"Sweetheart, you're fine. Look at me. Calm, down~." her mother repeats, trying to help her out of this night terror.
Bea just holds her mother sleeve, feeling like a child once more.
'It was just a nightmare. Just a nightmare… I'm not pregnant, and I never heard that voice,' she tells herself. However, she unconsciously holds her tummy, part of her not sure who was lying. The voice, or herself.
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