Author Note: Thanks goes to SamanthaLyn for another review. This is going to be kind shorter than my previous chapters and pretty heavily Becky centered. We are also getting down to the last couple chapters, so I hope you enjoy this one and let me know what you think.

"I'm not what you want

You said what I never could

We're falling apart

You said that we never would

It's not what I want

It's wearing you down

We're back where we started

No turning around

We're falling apart

I'm tearing you down

It's not what I want now"

'Always' by: The Birthday Massacre

Chapter 20:

Roman crawled out of the bed, allowing Sera to continue sleeping undisturbed. He was thrilled to know that she was fine; but it was going to take some time for her to recover her powers. Her choice to put herself in the coma was a dangerous one and if he hadn't shown up when he did there was a chance that she'd never wake up.

Stepping out of the room, he was greeted by antique walls and photos. He knew that Finn had a respect for the old cultures. Forty years was such a long time to keep himself away from his own kind; but at the time, it had been necessary whether they believed him or not. Looking down the hall, he could see the other three bedroom doors were closed. A sure sign that he was the only one awake, which was fine. It gave him time to figure out what exactly he was going to tell Becky when she gave him the opportunity to explain.

Walking down the stairs, he turned the corner to see flames flickering inside the fireplace under the mantel in the living room. He could see her orange red hair against the side of the couch. He couldn't tell if she was asleep or not, because her back was to him. He didn't want to think about how he had hurt her; but of course that's exactly what he thought about looking at her.

Forty years ago, Finn led a group of inner circle members to find out why some were going missing without any reason. Aluxia was hell bent on finding out who was taking her demons out of the equation. What they found out wasn't what they expected. A woman lay beaten and bloodied in the middle of a parking lot on the south side of Miami. Her long brown hair covered most of her face from view.

Roman knelt down to feel for a pulse. When his fingers touched the skin of her neck, she slapped his hand away. Slowing moving to her knees, she moved her hair out of her face revealing pure white eyes. Clearly angelic, he could still smell the humanity on her scent. "She's a Nephilim..." Dean commented from the surrounding group.

"Score one for the genius of the group."

"Are you the one killing off the demons?" Finn asked reaching back for his blade.

"No...that would be my higher ups." She answered getting to her feet completely.

"Angels? There is a truce in place." Roman interjected.

The woman shrugged, not knowing the reason for anything. He could tell there was more she wanted to say. There was distrust and rightfully so. His kind had done hers no favors over the years. She looked at him with her soft brown eyes. There was something about her that intrigued him, almost like a moth to a flame. "Look, I'm not the one killing the demons. I was also attacked by them. Angels aren't too fond of Nephilim's like me or half demons like yourselves. Aluxia has put them on notice with her recent killings of my kind. She's not holding up her end of the truce."

"Are we supposed to trust your word on the matter?" Damien asked running a hand through his long dark curled locks.

"Believe what you want; but I speak the truth. There is something coming that has the Angels in a panic. There is a prophecy of a child that could bring peace to all species."

"What's your name?" Roman asked curiously.

"Sera Castello..."

Meeting Sera that night only brought on a domino effect to all the things that happened after that. Roman began dreaming about her more than he should, considering he had someone in his life already. Becky Lynch was the last female half-demon to exist and the one Aluxia tormented the most. He didn't know if it was a territory thing or if she just genuinely didn't like Becky from the time she was born.

Roman sat in his cell awaiting for his next job. The four walls around him were closing in around him and his psyche was crumbling. The sound of the prison doors opened alerted him. The sight of an unconscious Becky being drug in by her arms was extremely unsettling to him. She was thrown into her cell with a thud and stormed away without bothering a glance in his direction.

The smell of blood waved under his nose before he could actually see it begin to pool around her lifeless body. Shimmering into her cell, he picked her up from the cold brick floor and laid her gently on the makeshift bed in the far corner. "Becky..." He whispered looking to see the signs of the body starting the healing process.

"Roman..." She whispered back barely opening her swollen eyes to see his figure hovering over her.

"It was bad today. What happened?"

"Finn failed to capture the angel that was responsible for the demon deaths...so instead of punishing him...she took her frustrations out on me..."

Roman scooped her up in his arms, holding her. He hated how she was treated the most out of all of them. They at least got to leave their cells for outside jobs, Becky did not. The only time she could leave was for a punishment or cleaning duty. Hearing the doors open again, he quickly returned to his own cell.

Becky watched closely, panting for an even breath of air. Dean was being drug into the prison by his legs. Blood was caked to his face and it looked like he had been whipped numerous times across the chest and back. Roman could hear her heart jump at the mere sight of Dean's condition. He couldn't help but think there might be something happening between them he wasn't aware of.

Dean was tossed into the cell opposite of Becky across the walkway. His breathing was labored but his heartbeat was still strong. She pulled her legs up against her chest, hiding her sobs under the material of her pants. Roman knew that their relationship was on borrowed time and could already see it crumbling before his very eyes.

Roman took several steps into the living room. Becky turned her head in his direction upon hearing the steps. She quickly moved her head back to stare into the flames. She wasn't in the mood to talk to him. Her heart hurt enough as it was and Dean going to bed without her was a sure indication that things were falling apart between them. "You don't have to answer. I just want you to listen." He started out sitting down on the oversized chair across from the couch.

"There is nothing you can tell me that will make things okay, Roman." She replied.

"I just need you to hear it."

She turned her head back in his direction, looking at his flawless features. He didn't make her body hum like it used to; but that was because of her intense anger towards him and the fact that she was in love with Dean. His jade eyes were really looking at her and not the faraway look he had given her the last few days of their relationship. "Then tell me why. Why did you leave without a single word to any of us?"

"Believe me...I wanted to; but it was dangerous to even consider it at the time. Angels were chasing Sera and I was caught in the crossfire for helping her."

"So you ran...ran from your own kind...ran from me..."

"We were falling apart before that. I could see how Dean looked at you and could hear how your heart would leap at the sight of him or skip beats when he was hurt."

"He paid attention to me, because after that recon mission the bitch gave you...you weren't the same."

He supposed that he never anticipated her answers or the fact that she had been well aware of how things were going after meeting Sera, because they caught him off guard. "I am sorry that I hurt you; but I feel it was best for the both of us. Finn did exactly what he was supposed to do. He made sure that you were taken care of."

"He told me that he didn't know that you left. He thought you were dead just like the rest of us."

"That's true he didn't know; but Sera was the nudge he needed to break away from the inner circle. She asked him to make sure that you were taken care of. That was my last request."

"Why even bother asking for that?"

Roman got up from the chair and took the steps needed to get to the couch. Staring down at her, she moved her legs far enough away to give him enough room to sit down next to her. Becky pulled her legs up against her chest, keeping much needed space between them. "I still care about you. I always will care for you and that is why I asked for that. No matter what you think...I still want what's best for you."

"So you didn't leave me for another..."

"No...I fell for Sera later on when I knew you were okay."

Sliding her bottom lip into her mouth, she was trying to hold back tears. The anger she had been holding onto was slowing disappearing. How could he fault him for trying to help someone who needed it? Though it wasn't the best way, she could forgive him for it. Ayva had taught her that forgiving helped ease the moving on stage of heartbreak. "Thank you...for making me listen..." She said shifting her legs off the couch.

"I'm sorry that things played out this way."

"Don't be. You did what you had to do and I'm stronger because of it."

He wrapped his arms around her. The embrace was warm and comforting to both parties. She may not have spoken the words out loud; but she did indeed forgive him for the past. Pulling out of his arms, she got up and proceeded out of the room only looking back once.

Roman smiled knowing that forgiveness was between them and he hoped that someday they would remain friends for as long as they were alive. He could hear her feet pad up the stairs and walk the hallway towards the end.

Opening Dean's bedroom door, Becky tiptoed inside. Dean was asleep on his side facing the wall. His calm features made her smile and cherish was she truly had right in front of her. Crawling in next to him, the warmth from his body caressed her bare legs and arms. The jerking of her movements caused him to roll over in her direction, wrapping an arm around her waist. "I love you...no matter what happens in the end...you will always be mine..." She whispered snuggling her head into the pillow.

"I love you to, babe..." He replied kissing the spot behind her ear.

"Thank you for everything you've done for me."

"No need to thank me. I would do anything for you..."

She smiled to herself, realizing that maybe he had loved her since the beginning. That he had been her soul mate without knowing it. The memories of the past rushed over her mind, especially the day he confessed his feelings for her. How could she ever forget their first kiss? She had been so badly damaged from Roman's leaving that she let herself become darkness itself.

"Becky...come on...this isn't like you..." Finn pleaded.

"What would you know! You've been so far in Aluxia's bed to see your own kind suffering at her hands."

"I'm not her bitch anymore and you know it..."

Becky punched him across the jaw sending him back across the wooden floor of training room. Aluxia was out of town on a personal mission, leaving him in charge of the house. It was his opportunity to get them all out from being slaves to a woman who could care less if they lived or died. He was broken inside himself after recently being tossed to the curb by Aluxia herself. She no longer wanted him to warm her bed.

"Becky...please..."

"Shut up! You couldn't have cared less about the things she did to me. I was beyond tortured, Finn!"

"I know...and I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry that Roman died; but I want to take all of you away from here."

Her skin wasn't the same tanned flesh as before. The coloring around her eyes were intense red. Black, red and white colored her skin reveling the demon inside. It reminded him of himself. The darkness had taken over in her despair on life. She was tired of how she had grown up in slavery and was tortured without any mercy. The love of her life left her and was assumed dead. What more could she really take?

"Becky..." Dean's voice entered the fray.

She turned her head in his direction, ignoring Finn. Dean walked cautiously towards her with his hands up submissively. He didn't want to fight her, that much was obvious. "Are you here to tell me that I'm better than this...that there is more to my life than this...?" She asked crossing her arms over her chest. His human blue eyes searched her.

"I'm not going to tell you anything; but he is right. I know things are hard right now; but there are people for you to lean on for help."

"The last person I trusted with that left me."

"I know..."

Dean continued to close the gap between them. She could hear how his heart was pounding against his chest. His emotions were a mystery but clearly there was something he wanted to tell her. "I know it hurts to lose someone close; but he wasn't the only that cared about you..."

"Like who? Finn has a funny way of showing that he cares. He'd rather fuck the one that tortures us."

"That's not true...and I know that you know that deep down. He legitimately cared about her and thought that he could change he way of thinking...obviously that didn't happen. Becky...he cares and so do I."

Hearing him say that he cared about her, caused a momentary relapse. Her human side was starting to fight back against the darkness. Dean wasn't known for his openness for emotions. There was something going on that was bringing it out in him and the human part of her soul wanted to be present for it. "Becky...I think I've been fighting against my feelings for you for so long that it came first nature to me...now...I think you need to hear it."

"Dean..."

Her human voice broke through her demon one. He smiled at the sound of it. Reaching for her hands, the demonic claws were starting to shrink back down to normal size. Feeling his fingers rub the back of her hands, sent chills up her spine. "I'm in love with you, Becky... have been for a long time..." He admitted.

The darkness shattered and her humanity returned just in time for her to leap into his arms. He held onto her, snuggling into the shallow of his neck. Finn reached out and placed a comforting hand on her back, knowing that she needed to know he cared to. "I'm sorry, Finn. I didn't mean to say those things." She apologized.

"Don't worry about it. I know it wasn't really you talking." Finn replied with a half smile.

Becky smiled as she snuggled deeper into the pillow her head rested upon. She could never forget all that he did for her in the long run. Dean took a risk confessing to her that day and since then she's been trying make up for it. Now it was time to really enjoy their relationship and cherish it until her last breath.