I do not own these characters except where previously noted. They belong to the television series Supernatural. I wish this story was getting more responses. Those of you that are reading it, thank you. I hope you enjoy the new chapter.

Chapter 6

Time in a Bottle

I was startled awake by the bed shaking. I opened one eye to see Jackson jumping on the foot of the bed. I looked at him, trying to process exactly what was happening. My brain wasn't firing correctly. I was living off way too little sleep and too many life changing events in one day.

"Jackson, sweetie, Mommy is not feeling too well this morning. Could you please not bounce on the bed?" Becca voice brought me to attention and I leaned over her. She had been on her side and she then rolled onto her back. Jackson jumped off the bed and walked to her side, kissing her on the forehead.

"Can I get you something Mommy?"

She opened her eyes and smiled, "No, Mommy will be fine." She then suddenly realized that I was lying next to her. She quickly looked between Jackson and I and I could tell that she was wondering what to tell him about my being there.

"Isn't great that Daddy's home? I thought I was dreaming last night. But nope. He is still here this morning." Jackson ran to my side of the bed and jumped on me, giving me a big hug.

I looked over to Becca and a tear rolled down her cheek. I leaned over and kissed her and then I returned my attention to my son.

"Hey Jackson, what do you say we go in and wake up your Uncle Sam?" Jackson jumped off the bed and ran to the door waiting for me.

I turned towards Becca, "How are you feeling?"

"Sore, but I've had worse. I'm going to get dressed and I'll meet you troublemakers downstairs. Don't be too mean to your Uncle. You don't want to make a bad first impression like your Daddy has a tendency to do." I laughed at her and climbed out of bed, grabbing Jackson's hand as we quietly walked to the guest room where Sam was sleeping.

I slowly opened the door and knelt down so I was eye level with Jackson. "Now when I say go, we are going to run in and start jumping on his bed to wake him up like you did us. Except this time we are going to shout Earthquake at the top of our lungs." Jackson smiled and put his hand over his mouth to stifle a giggle. "Ok ready? 1, 2, 3" We ran in and both of us jumped on the bed screaming and jumping up and down. Sam sat up and started to say something, but I pointed to my partner in crime and smiled, "Little ears in the room. Behave yourself." I jumped down and Jackson landed beside me. "Jackson, I'd like you to meet your Uncle Sam. He is a good guy, but way too serious for his own good." Sam shot me a dirty look and then extended his hand.

"Nice to meet Jackson, or do you prefer Jack?"

"I like Jack better. My Grandpa John called me Jack. He was your Daddy right?" Jack looked between us. I knelt down to look him in the eye.

"Yeah, your Grandpa John was our Dad. I am so glad he got to meet you and spend time with you." He gave me a quick hug and then I heard his stomach growl. "That's an awfully big noise coming from such a small stomach."

"I see you take after your Dad. He has quite the appetite." Sam smiled and swung his legs out of bed to stand beside us. "What do you say we all get dressed and help get breakfast?" High fives were given all around and we all went to our rooms to change.

When I got downstairs, Becca was standing at the stove stirring a large pan of scrambled eggs. I was the first one down, so I snuck up behind her and put my arms gently around her waist. "Why don't you set down? I can do this."

She laughed and leaned into me, "I've got it. I don't want Jack to know that something is wrong. And if I'm setting down and you are cooking, he will definitely know that something is amiss."

"Well then is there something I can help with?" I heard Sam and Jack talking as they descended the stairs.

"There are some biscuits in the freezer. Could you get them out and put them on a cookie sheet?" She turned and her whole face lit up when Jack entered the room. "Good Morning Snookerdoodle. How are you doing?"

Jack ran over and gave her a hug. He started to jump up so she would carry him, but Sam and I both said, "NO" at the same time. Becca looked over to us smiling and then back down to Jack. "Why don't you go watch some cartoons, I'll call you when breakfast is ready."

Jack ran into the living room, passing Bobby as he entered the kitchen, and the familiar voice of Mickey Mouse drifted into the room. Becca grabbed the cookie sheet from me and slid it into the oven. She moved around the sausage links in one pan and added some cheese to the eggs. She reached up to the cabinet above the stove for something and suddenly she was doubled over. "Crap", she whispered. I crossed to her and she stood up, blood seeping through her shirt. "I popped a couple of stitches. Can any of you sew me back up?"

"You guys keep an eye on breakfast and make Jack a plate." I took Becca's hand, grabbed the medical bag that was still on the counter from last night and headed upstairs to her room. "Take your shirt off and lay down Becs." She did and I noticed that it was the largest gash that had come open. I threaded the needle as she looked up at the ceiling in silence. "Okay, here I go." I quickly stitched up the wound, concentrating on what I was doing because I knew if I saw pain in her face, it would be almost impossible for me to finish. When I was done, I redressed it and she stood, grabbing a new t-shirt and replacing her sleep shorts with jeans.

"Thanks Dean." She started to leave, but I grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

"Becca we need to talk about what happened last night. Bo said he was pretty light on the details because you've been keeping them from him. I need to know everything. When did this start?"

She sighed deeply and looked at the ceiling. She sat on the end of the bed with me and turned to face me. "It has been going on since the day you left. Basically just bruises or small cuts. Sometimes I'd get thrown across a room, or objects would get ripped out of my hands. Last night was the first time it happened with other people in the room." The fact that she had been dealing with all she has for eight years alone made me want to put my fist through the wall.

"Becca why didn't you tell Harry or Bo about this?"

"Dean, you have to understand. I was afraid that they would take Jack away from me, and hide him off somewhere. I did everything I could think of to keep him safe. None of the attacks have been focused on him. I would have sent him away if they were. I don't know what is doing this. I've done the research, and I come close, but it is the constant invisibility that gets me. After John and Granddad died, the attacks became more frequent. The last two have been the worst." She paused and looked at her hands. "I'm actually glad that Bo contacted you. I want you to know Jack, just in case…"

I cut her off, "Just in case nothing. We will figure this out. There are five of us now that can look into this. Whatever the son of a bitch is that is doing this, we are going to kill it." I put my fingers under her chin to raise her eyes to mine. "Becca I am going to do everything in my power to keep you safe. I love you." As the words came out of my mouth, I couldn't control myself. I leaned in and kissed her and the passion that she returned almost pushed me over the edge. As we continued to grasp on to each other, all the loneliness and longing we had been holding on was beginning to be released. We paused to catch our breath, when a voice called from the foot of the stairs.

"Mommy, Daddy breakfast is ready."

Becca and I looked at each other, sorry for the interruption, but loving it at the same time. I leaned in and kissed her again, helped her to her feet and we went downstairs.

Bobby, Sam and Jack were positioned around the table, happily eating their breakfast and Becca and I sat in the two remaining seats at the table.

"So what are the plans for today?" Bobby asked in between bites.

"Well it is Thursday, so I have to go to work, Jack has daycare. What about you gentlemen?" Becca smiled over at Jack as he frowned and set his fork loudly on his plate.

"Well we have some things we have to look up, don't we boys?" Bobby smiled at Sam and me.

"Yep. Looks like a fun day all the way around." I looked at Jack and imitated his pout.

"Speaking of that, Jack you need to finish up, get up stairs and finish getting ready. I have to go make myself presentable. Will you gentlemen excuse me?" Becca kissed Jack on the forehead and went back upstairs.

We all sat there, making small talk and listening to Jack laugh. Suddenly he turned around, looked quickly at the stairs and back to me. He looked terrified and all he said was "Mommy." Then I heard something loud hitting a wall upstairs and the sound of glass breaking.

"Bobby, stay with Jack." Sam called as he and I ran up the stairs. When we got to Becca's door, we looked in and standing by the window was a large figure in a black robe. It had Becca lifted off the ground. She appeared to be unconscious and as Sam and I ran towards her, it looked at us. It had the facial features of a man, but it looked like a cross between reaper and a spirit. Its eyes were red and its skin looked like onionskin. There was no hair on its head, but purplish green veins covered its face. It smiled at me, and threw Becca against the opposite wall before disappearing into a cloud of thick black smoke.

I ran to her, lifting her in my arms. She didn't appear to have any open wounds, but I could tell by the state of the room that the first noise we heard was Becca also hitting the wall. Becca was unresponsive and I was moving her to the bed when I hear Bobby calling up the stairs, "Jackson don't go up there."

I place Becca on the bed and turned to see Sam pick up Jack to prevent him from coming into the room. He was crying, looking right at Becca. Then he looked at Sam, finally speaking when his eyes settled on me. "It was the creepy man wasn't it? He waits outside my window at night and tries to get me to go with him. He said if I did he wouldn't hurt Mommy anymore."

I didn't say anything; I just picked Becca up and took her downstairs to the Impala. Sam got into the driver's seat as I crawled into the back seat, cradling Becca in my arms. "Take Jack to Bo's and wait for us there. I think we are dealing with some kind of demon, but whatever it is, it is a bigger bad than we've had to deal with before. It broke through the protection of Becca's room." Sam shut the door and started the car.

"Sammy roll the window down." I needed to say something. "Jack, your Mommy and I love you. You listen to Bobby and Uncle Bo. If you see the creepy man again you scream at the top of your lungs." Jack nodded and clung to Bobby.

Sam pulled out and sped towards the hospital. I just held Becca tighter and whispered in her ear. "Don't you even think about leaving us." My eyes met Sam's in the rear view mirror. "Hurry."