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Chapter 5

Needle in a Really Big Haystack

When I got back downstairs I saw that the door to Harry's office. I wasn't surprised that it looked exactly the same as it had eight years ago. There were floor to ceiling bookcases, a ratty old couch setting in front of a fireplace. Harry's desk took up most of the room and there was another table and chairs in the corner by the window. The only new addition was a computer perched on the large desktop, and an updated leather office chair. Sam was on the computer and Bobby and Bo were buried in books at the table. I crossed over to Sam and looked at the screen over his shoulder.

"We have any ideas yet?" I pretty much already knew the answer, but you can't blame a guy for trying.

"I can find a beast demon till the cows come home, but it is the invisible thing that's got me stumped." Bobby looked up from the book he was going through. "And trust me, it we can't find it in all of this, we aren't going to be able to."

I sighed and looked around at the shelves of books. I closed my eyes, but opened them immediately because all I could see was Becca getting attacked.

"Maybe if we can figure out he why, we will get closer to the what." Sam stood from desk chair. We both crossed over to the table and sat. "Bo do you know anyone who could be angry with her, or do you think it could possibly go back to the demon from before, Rael?"

"Sam, I can't even tell you when this started for sure. She has been keeping it from me. My suggestion is that we all get some sleep tonight and talk to Becs in the morning."

Bobby stood then and patted Sam on the back. "That sounds like a plan. Are the guest rooms still available here?"

Bo stood also and started for the door. "Dean are you going to be staying with Becca?" I nodded. "Then Bobby you take the room at the top of the stairs and Sam you can have the room at the end of the hall next to Jackson's. I'll get you guys sheets and towels. Are you going to come and get the cars?"

We were walking up the stairs. Sam whispered, "Bobby and I will go back with you and drive the cars back. Dean you stay here."

Bo opened the linen closet and handed them sheets and towels. He walked Sam to his room; Bobby knew exactly where he was going. I check in on Becca and Jackson again as Bo got Sam settled. We all met at the top of the stairs and descended in silence. The three of them walked to the back door.

"I'll be down here to let you in. Don't take too long though, I'll make your asses sleep in the hammock." They exited and I took a broom out and cleaned up the mess on the porch. The beer that Becca had brought out was nothing but broken bottles now. I swept it all up, straightened the chairs and turned on the hose to wash the blood and beer off the porch. When I finished I went inside and looked in the fridge. I was starving. I pulled out a plate of fried chicken and set it on the counter. I grabbed a piece and a noise behind me spun me around.

Becca was standing there, smiling at me. She had one arm wrapped around her stomach, and I could tell she was still in pain. I smiled back, put the chicken back on the plate and crossed to her.

"What are you doing out of bed? Are you okay?" I put my hand on her face and she leaned into it.

She sighed, "I'm as well as can be expected. It has been one hell of a night." She suddenly realized the house was too quiet. "Where is everyone?"

"They went to get the cars at Bo's. Bobby and Sam will be back in a few minutes. Bo got them all settled in guest rooms." I smiled at her, "I'm staying with you roomie."

She gently laughed. "I'm sorry to disappoint you baby, but there will be no action tonight. My stomach hurts."

I leaned in and kissed her. It started out soft and gentle but quickly turned into fevered and passionate. Over the past eight years I had dreamed about the way she kissed, but I had completely forgotten how amazing it was. She ran her hands down my back and I had my hands on her neck, keeping her to me. There was a knock on the door that brought us back to reality. "Stay." I poked her on the nose and went to open the front door for Bobby and Sam. We all came back into the kitchen where Becca was sitting at the kitchen table with her head in her hands.

"Becs, what do you need?" I rubbed her back and she looked up at me.

"I just think I need a little something to help talk the edge off. I really need to sleep." We all did. "In the cabinet by the sink are some pain pills they gave me when I had my stitches in my back. I'll just take one of those." Sam got one of the pills and glass of water. She took it and then looked up at him. "Sam, I am sorry we weren't properly introduced, and Lord knows that your brother has the manners of an alley cat. It is really nice to finally meet you." She shook his hand. "Now why don't you all lock up and let's go to bed."

Bobby checked the front door as Sam checked the back. I grabbed the duffle bag Sam brought in for me and helped Becca up the stairs and by the time we were at the top, Bobby and Sam were behind us. "Sleep fast boys. Jackson will be up in about five hours. And you know he will be going from bed to bed." She waved good night as we went into her room, not shutting the door all the way. I wanted to be able to hear Jackson if he needed anything. I helped her into her bed and I went in to take a shower in her adjoining bathroom.

As the water hit me, I was trying to process everything that had happened in the past forty-eight hours. I still couldn't wrap my head around it. I got out, dressed in a tee shirt and boxers and went out to check on Jackson one more time. When I got there, Sam was looking in his room at him. I crossed to him and patted him on the back.

"Can you believe this? I'm a Dad." As I said the words, I finally let myself be happy about the fact.

"Hey better than that, I'm an Uncle. It means I can teach him all kinds of horrible stuff to drive you crazy and then you get to deal with the consequences." He smiled at me and raised his eyebrows. "Oh payback."

"Get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning." I crossed back to Becca's room and she was sound asleep. I crawled into bed next to her and took her in my arms. She moved closer to me and I kissed the back of her head. "Sweet dreams baby."

I felt her sigh, "Dean?"

"Yeah"

"Do you think you could stay for just a little while? Jackson really wants to know you. I'll understand when you have to go, but please think about it."

I pulled her closer to me and as my fingers brushed her cheek I wiped away a tear. "Don't you understand Rebecca? You and Jackson are stuck with me now. I'm not going anywhere. This is where I belong. For the first time ever, I feel like I'm home." I kissed her shoulder, "Now go to sleep before you have me offering to paint your toenails."

I just lay there, listening to her breathe. Before I knew it, I was asleep, and Becca's attack kept playing over and over in my mind.