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Chapter 3

But When You Say It Out Loud It Becomes Real

Sammy and I got into the Impala and this time we followed Bobby as he headed east. I didn't say anything, I just turned over the mixed tape that Becca had given me. There was the sound of the leader tape running through the player and then "No One Like You" by the Scorpions came on.

Sam looked over at me, "New tape?"

I kept my eyes on the road. "No just one I haven't played in a really long time." I sighed. "So what do you want to talk about Sammy? You want to get pedicures while I tell how dreamy it was?"

I looked at him and his eyes tightened. "Dean, this is serious. You have a son. And from what little you and Bobby said about Rebecca, you really loved her. How are you going to handle this?"

I looked at the road. I hadn't even really wrapped my head around everything yet. All I could think about was keeping them safe. "I just want to get there Sammy. I don't know what I'm going to say to Becca yet."

He was still looking at me and I could tell he wasn't going to just let me be. I looked at him "What?"

"How come you've never talked about her? You have never even mentioned her name is passing."

"It hurt too bad Sammy. Since she sent me away until now I have been with a lot of other women, but in my mind I was always back there with her. When she told me she didn't love me, I thought about going off somewhere and ending it. The day I met her, something happened that I had never felt before or since. There was a connection." I looked at him then. "I knew it though Sammy. I knew the day she told me to leave that it was a lie. When she stood there telling me I was just a good time for a few weeks, but she wanted to go back to her old boyfriend. I just got in the car and drove away. I didn't even tell her goodbye. I didn't fight for her. I have regretted that every day since." I gripped the steering wheel. "I don't blame her for not telling me about Jackson. The way I just gave up, I didn't deserve to know. I am pissed though that Dad, Harry and even Bobby let her go through with it. I am pissed for all the time I missed with her and my son. She put herself in so much danger just to keep us safe. And, Sammy, I'm scared to death." I couldn't hold it in anymore and tears started escaping left and right. "What if I get there and I don't live up to the memory for Becca and the image she's given Jackson? What if I can't keep them safe?"

"Pull over Dean."

I flashed my lights at Bobby and pulled to the shoulder. Bobby did the same and Sam opened his door and exited the car. Bobby and I followed suit with the three of us coming together between the two cars.

Sam looked at Bobby. "How much longer until we get there?"

Bobby looked at his watch. "Well its 6:00 now. We'll probably roll in about midnight if we stop and get some chow."

I looked at Bobby and had to fight punching him in the face. "No more stops. We'll go through drive thru."

He nodded his head and Sam looked at me. "I'm going to drive this last leg. You need some sleep and you need to figure out how you want to handle this."

We all got back in our cars and after driving through a Burger King, we were on the road towards Savannah. I put my head back and closed my eyes. The next thing I knew, Sammy was shaking me. "We're here."

It took me a split second to come back to the reality that what I had found out less than twenty four hours ago was real and that I was going to see Becca and meet my son. I knew the road we were on and it hadn't changed much. But Bobby took a driveway that was different than I expected. I looked at my watch and it was 11:30. The headlights of the car cut through the blackness that surrounded us and moss hanging from the trees was creepy even for me. We came to a stop in front of a two story house. Its white pain was peeling, but the yard was clean. It had a swing set out front and a trampoline in the side yard. The porch light was on as well as the lights shining out of what appeared to be the living room and kitchen windows. I heard screen door slam as I opened my car door. I stood and turned. Crossing towards me was Bo Terlou. He walked up and tentatively put his hand out.

"Dean. I'll never be able to tell you how grateful I am that you came. I am so sorry for all that has been done. I will understand if you don't forgive us but I really hope you can try." The years had been rough on him it appeared. His black hair was starting to turn grey and there was a scar on his cheek he hadn't had the last time I'd seen him. Of course the last time I'd seen him, I had broken his nose.

"Bo." I reached out and shook his hand and then pulled him into a hug. "All that matters now is that we keep them safe. I know you all had your reasons for what happened. I take responsibility too for not fighting for her. None of that matters now." I looked towards the house. "Are they here?"

He laughed. "No. Becca and Jack live up at the main house. I live here with my wife and girls." A woman appeared beside him. She was about five six and with short blonde hair. She was wearing jeans and a top that made her seem like the stereo typical soccer mom. She smiled at me then and I knew why Bo had picked her to settle with. "Dean Winchester, this is my wife Carol."

She jumped towards me and gave me a hug. "It is so nice to finally meet you Dean. Becca was right you know." She let me go and went to stand beside Bo. "Jackson does look just like his Daddy." That took me back for a second. I was scared to death to be a father, but I couldn't wait at the same time.

Carol went over to hug Bobby and then I introduced Sam. We went into the house and sat at the kitchen table while Carol poured us all glasses of sweet tea. I looked at Bo and decided I would get the ball rolling.

"So do you have any idea what has been attacking Becca?" Just saying the words sent a pain running through my chest.

"None. She's not talking about it much either. Apparently this last time isn't the first time it happened. When she called because she needed a ride to the hospital, I picked her up and the back of her shirt was torn and she was wearing shorts. There were bruises all over her back and her legs. She told me it had been going on for a few months now, but that was the first time any real damage had been done."

"Does she know we are coming?" He looked at me and smiled.

"Do you really thing I would be able to walk right if she did?" We both laughed.

"So what do you think? Should we go up tonight or wait until the morning?" I wanted to go right now, but Bo would know best how she would react to me being here.

"I think we should go up now. That way you two can talk while Jackson is sleeping. Just let me call and make sure she's still awake." He flips open his cell phone and hits a speed dial button. "Hey Becca, how are you feeling any problems tonight?" He waited for the answer and gave me a thumbs up. "Becs are you going to be up for awhile, I have something I need to talk to you about?" He looked at me and nodded. "Ok, I'm going to walk up. I'm bringing a few friends with me who are visiting so you might want to make yourself semi presentable. You'll probably need longer than the walk will provide." He laughed at her response and hung up. We all stood and he said, "Let's go."

We walked around the back of the house and about three hundred yards away was the inlet. We started walking up the bank in silence. There was a chill in the air. Summer was trying to hang on, but September was almost at its end. After about five minutes I spotted our tree. The swing was still hanging from that branch and I let my mind go back to making love to her under the shelter of the curved bows. I stopped for a second and Bo put his hand on my shoulder.

"She comes here a lot. I asked her once why she did; there are better shade trees on the property. She told me it made her feel closer to you." I smiled at him, took a deep breath and pushed forward. The house's top floor was just a shadow against the black sky, but as we walked up the slight rise in the yard, the lights burning in the downstairs windows lit up the whole perimeter the yard. As we got closer, I heard music drifting from an open window. I couldn't tell what it was at first, then I recognized Bob Seger's voice drifting towards us. "Night Moves". I laughed at how appropriate the song seemed for the occasion.

Bo stopped and looked at all of us. "Let me go first. I don't want her freaking out and locking us out or something worse." I nodded at him in acknowledgement. Becca would most likely opt for the something worse.

As we approached the back door, Bo pulled ahead and Bobby, Sam and I stayed in the shadows. I heard the screen door close that leads to the back patio. There was a clinking sound of glasses hitting each other and suddenly there she was. Becca had her hair pulled up in a pony tail. She had on sweatpants that hung low on her hips and a tank top. I could see the ends of the bandage the covered the stitches on her back. She turned then as the sound of us approaching reached her.

She smiled and I just wanted to run to her. But she hadn't seen us yet, she was smiling at Bo.

"See what a good sister I am. I've even set out beer and food for your friends. You need to give me more notice though if you expect me to be Martha Stewart."

I lagged behind slightly and Bobby was the first to come into the lighted perimeter surrounding the house.

"Bobby." She smiled and walked closer. As she did Sam came into the light and her face dropped slightly. Then I stepped up beside Sam. Recognition instantly came across her face and she started to shake, her eyes darting between all of our faces. She seemed to be glued to her spot and tears flowed steadily down her cheeks. She continued to look at me as Bo approached her and took a hold of her wrist, making sure she wouldn't run.

I slowly approached her with my hands raised. Even after all this time my love for her hadn't change. She looked at me like I would hurt her. I smiled at her and her eyes soften slightly, but the tears picked up. I stood right in front of her, my hand replacing Bo's. With my other hand I wiped a tear away. She closed her eyes for a second, not struggling to break my grasp.

When she opened them I smiled at her. "Hey Beautiful. Long time not see."