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Chapter 13: It's Time For A Wedding

Las Vegas – Restaurant

I sighed as I stepped foot into a Las Vegas restaurant that Dean told me to visit. It'd been four days since I last saw Sam. It surprised me when Dean called me for my help. I wasn't sure what I could do to help him. Dean said something was off about his brother, and that he had married a girl named Becky Rosen who was apparently a fan of the Supernatural books and had a thing for Sam. Dean said they checked to see if she was a kind of monster but she was relatively normal. It was definitely a puzzle.

I spotted Dean in the restaurant with his leather jacket on, talking to some guy in front of him that was not Sam Winchester. I smoothed out my t-shirt and walked over towards them.

"Hey," I greeted as I came up to the booth. Both guys looked at me. I got a smile from Dean, almost a relieved one and a confused one from the scrawny guy.

"Kaylee," Dean said. "Thank you for coming. I didn't know who else to call for this type of thing. Bobby said to try and get you involved to help."

"No problem. Anything for a friend. Help with what?"

"We got a case, and Sam isn't well…he's something all right," Dean said. "But I figured with you here, you might be able to knock some sense into him."

"I can try," I said.

"Good, let's roll. This is uh, Garth by the way, he's a temp."

I looked over towards the scrawny guy. "Hi, Kaylee, nice to meet you."

Garth smiled at me and I smiled back. We walked out of the restaurant and headed to Dean's car. It wasn't the impala, so I was curious.

"New wheels?" I asked.

"Temp," Dean replied.

"Dare I ask?"

Dean shook his head. "We ran into some trouble."

"Gotchya," I said with a nod of my head and got into the front seat of the car, calling dibs on the passenger seat, making Garth sit in the back.

~*SPN*~

Dean, Garth, and I were sitting in plush chairs at an expensive office waiting for the boss.

I looked over to see a brunette in a very fancy suit, speaking loudly to a secretary. "Are you trying to humiliate me? It's Marsha with an "sha", not a "c-i-a"." She walked away out of the room.

"Thanks again," then I heard him. Sam. My heart nearly skipped a beat without a warning.

"Hey, is that your-" Garth leaned into Dean. Dean's eyes roamed over to Sam.

"Yes."

"Awkward," Garth slid in his seat.

Dean walked over to Becky and Sam. He motioned for me to follow.

"Hi," Dean said.

Becky gave him a look and me as well before she walked away.

"Kaylee," Sam said. "What are you doing here?"

"I am just checking up on you, to see how you are doing," I smiled at him.

Sam gave me a skeptical look before he looked to Dean. Dean held up his hands in the air, as if he was innocent.

"Okay, so…."

Back on track.

"So, uh, no point in going in. Guy's clean," Sam said.

"You sure?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. Positive,' Sam nodded. "Becky grilled him like a pro. She's a real natural."

I arched a curious brow at him. I wondered about this Becky. Dean just said she was a fan. That was it.

"Huh," Dean said.

"What's with the scrawny guy?" Sam asked.

We looked back at Garth.

"Temp," Dean said.

"Sam, I, uh…I can't believe you're married," I said in shock.

"Me either. I never thought about it. But Becky is who I want to be with. I never really saw a future with us," Sam said, making my heart sting a bit. It twisted in knots.

"Oh," I said softly. I could feel Dean's and Garth's eyes on me and I just wanted to walk away. "Okay. I get it. You don't love me."

"I care about you very much. But I think love is out of the equation, don't you?" He gave me a small smile and I nodded.

Then we said our goodbyes and headed into the CEO's office. "So much for trying to knock some sense into him," I whispered to Dean.

"Give it time," Dean said.

There were three chairs in front of his desk, so we each sat in one. I sat next to Dean.

"Throw a rock, hit a reporter these days, eh?" the CEO grinned. Reporters was our cover story. I felt so cool going under cover. It'd been a long time since I've been on a hunt. I've only been on a couple of them.

"Well, your story's a big deal over at the, uh, the Actuarial Insider," Dean said.

"Go ahead. Shoot."

Dean nodded. "All right. Uh... how'd you get the gig?

"Board came to me, asked. Said yes," the CEO explained.

"Just out of the blue?" Dean asked.

"Pretty much," the CEO replied.

"Huh. And, uh, any idea how the board landed on you over your supervisors?" Dean asked.

The CEO bit his lip. "Um, they didn't say."

"Could you tell us what specifically excited the board about your actual qualifications?" Dean wondered.

"Say, fellas, what's with the third degree?" The CEO asked.

"Oh, uh, no offense. We were just wondering if you got here by nefarious means."

"Whoa! Garth!" Dean said.

"Oh. Uh, I-I didn't mean, of course, uh, corporate backstabbing – I'm sorry. I meant more like, uh, you know, black magic or hoodoo," Garth said.

"Ha ha ha ha! Oh! He jokes. He's a– he's a jokester. Let's, uh, rewind. Why don't, uh, why don't you tell us what it felt like when your

big dream came true?" Dean said.

"Look, on the record, it's great," the CEO said.

Dean raised a brow. "Off the record?"

"It's not my big dream."

"Wait. You didn't want this job?" Garth asked.

"Hell, no. I'm a sales guy. I was good in sales!" the CEO exclaimed.

Marsha walked into the threshold and glared at her husband. "Your secretary's an idiot. I'll be at the printers this afternoon."

The CEO almost paled. "All right, dear. See you at dinner."

"Just have the idiot make a reservation. Here's a tip – remind her she works for the CEO. One more screw-up, she's fired."

"Your, uh, wife seems pretty stoked on the promotion, don't she?" Garth asked.

"Honestly, I've never seen her happier. I have no idea how I'm gonna tell her I have to resign. The news is just gonna—"

"Kill her?" Garth supplied for him. The CEO nodded and my heart sank. Dean had filled me in with the case on the way here and I felt sorry for the guy. We thanked him and got out of the office, heading to the staircase of Mutual Freedom Insurance. We caught up with Marsha.

Dean approached her. "Mrs. Burrows? Hi."

Marsha looked down on us as if we were peasants. "Can I help you?"

"Yes, we're, uh, we're doing a story on your husband's promotion. Wanted to ask you a few questions," Dean said.

"I'm sorry. I can't today. If you schedule it with his girl..." she trailed off. She turned to leave, but Dean placed a hand on her shoulder to stop her.

"Okay, you know what? I'm trying to save you from a really bad accident."

Marsha glared at him. "Are you threatening me?"

"No," Dean said, removing his hand from her. "No, I-I-I'm pointing out a pattern. Why do people keep thinking I'm threatening them?

Garth gave him a look and so did I. "Because it sounded exactly like a threat, dude."

"Look, for your own good, what did you do to get him promoted?" Dean asked.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. Now leave me alone. Or do I have to call security?" Marsha asked and then left.

I gave her a look after she turned around. "Wow. She's a fun one."

"You're telling me," Dean said.

"Well, come on. I think someone's here," I said, having a weird feeling about it. "We should keep an eye on her just in case." I looked down below to where Marsha was standing right in the middle of the room.

"Bring the damn car around. I'm not walking five blocks in my heels," Marsha said angrily over the phone as she stopped under a light fixture.

I scanned around the room until I spotted him. A man who was twisting his wrist at the light fixture over Marsha. "Dean!" I quickly pointed and he ran down the stairs, and lunged for Marsha out of the way before it shattered to pieces on the marble floor. Garth and I ran down the stairs to join them. Dean helped Marsha up.

"You okay?" Dean asked.

"How did you know?" Marsha asked, totally shocked.

"'Cause you're not the first. Come on."

We walked away from the scene and I looked up to see if I can see the guy again. I could not see him anywhere. It was like he vanished.

"You want to tell us what's up here?" Garth asked. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked to her for an explanation.

Marsha glanced between us. "I was having lunch with friends. This guy heard me bitching. Next thing I know, he's making me an offer."

Dean gave her a questionable look. "An offer?"

"Craig's job for my soul. I know. Hilarious. I mean, what have I got to lose?" Marsha asked. I could see the fear in her eyes and the nervousness.

"Well, there's your soul," Garth said as a matter of fact. "What kind of demon deal is this? Timeline's whack."

"What are you talking about? Demon?" Dean asked.

"Has to be," I said with a nod. Dean nodded at me.

Garth held up his hands. "Let me back up here. You made a deal with a demon in exchange for your everlasting. Except those are

10-year contracts. Why's the bill coming due so fast?"

"I don't know, but I got a bad feeling about who's next. We got to find Sam, pronto."

I nodded indefinitely.

"All right, all right, all right. Uh, here's the plan. I drop this lady at my cousin's. He'll stop anything trying to get her. We, uh, find Sam, hopefully fix this, everybody's home in time for "America's Got Talent." Now, you – you'll be living with a tri-racial paraplegic sniper until this all blows over, okay?"

~*SPN*~

I sat in the car in silence as we drove over to Becky's apartment. I kept thinking about what Sam said to me about not having a future together. I couldn't help it. It made me sad and hurt.

"It wasn't true you know," Dean said.

"What wasn't?" I asked.

"About what Sam said to you. He was probably under a spell or something. I mean hell, she goes by the name of Superfan99! Sam's not into chicks like that."

"What is he into?"

Dean shrugged. "Deep chicks"

"I'm definitely not a very deep chick, unfortunately," I said.

"Well, I beg to differ," Dean said and then parked in the driveway of Becky's apartment.

We walked inside. Dean and Garth had their guns drawn out in front of them. Garth galloped into the apartment's bedroom, while Dean saw a wedding picture of Sam and Becky. I gulped at the picture and turned to look at the mail that Dean was sifting through. Mostly just bills.

"Anything?" Dean asked.

Garth was looking at Becky's laptop on her Twitter page.

Becky Rosen

superbeckyrosen Delaware

"Uh, she's got 11 Twitter...ers. Last post – "Going on romantic trip with hubster!" Three exclamation points. I guess she got excited."

Dean picked up a picture of Becky outside a cabin with a fishing rod and a fish. I made a face at that.

"That look romantic to you?" Dean asked.

I shook my head. "More like a horror movie waiting to happen," I said.

"Oh, hell, no. But I got this thing about fish. Dead eyes, man," Garth said. Dean removed the photo and took it out of the frame.

BECKY'S 1ST FISH! LOON LAKE FAMILY CABIN 1994

"Huh," Dean said, glancing at it.

~*SPN*~

Dean pulled up to the cabin of Becky's parent's house. We got out and I looked at it with curious eyes. We walked up to the front door of the house. It seemed deserted with a lot of trees around the area. It looked really peaceful if I focused on the trees.

We walked up to the front of the door, and I peeked inside the window, but I couldn't see anything. It was dark.

Dean knocked on the door, but there was no answer. Dean then took out his lock pick tools and started to unlock the door.

Seconds later it was wide open.

We walked around slowly, glancing in each room to see if there was any sign of life. I decided to check the bedroom and I was glad I did because I found him. Sam looked shock to the core that I was here, so maybe that was a good sign he was back to normal. He was tied up to the bed.

"Dean!" I cried out and started to untie Sam. I took out the handkerchief in his mouth quickly as I could.

"Are you okay?" I asked Sam.

"Yeah," he said.

"Hey! I found her, I found Becky!" Garth cried into the room.

Once I got Sam free with the help of Dean, we got him out of bed. Becky did not like what we'd done but what she did was even worse.

"All right Becky," Sam said. "I've got a plan. Let's discuss it rationally."

Becky glanced at all four of us and nodded slowly.

~*SPN*~

We made it to the restaurant and waited for the signal. Becky was going to go in and pretend and ask for the deal until we showed up.

I was sitting at a table close by, playing with the straw in my hands, in a secluded booth.

Becky was sitting at a table with her drink.

"Becks! You missed the party," Guy said, coming into the room. He definitely reeked of a demon.

"Yeah. Well…weird night," she replied.

"So, what are we thinking?" he asked.

"Okay, I'm in," she said. She got up and stood up in front of him.

"You're making the right choice," Guy said.

"I know. So, we seal the deal with a kiss?" Becky asked nervously.

"Exactly. Pucker up, sweetheart."

Becky walked close, but then dropped the lighter and it formed a devil's trap, something I've been explained to before from the Winchester's.

"I'm not your sweetheart!" she cried, and stepped back behind us as we came into the room to face him.

"Blueberry vodka. The answer to all of life's problems," Garth said. He held up a bottle in his hand.

"You see that, Sam? I did it just like we said! I am awesome! I – I'll be over here," Becky said sheepishly and walked towards the bar. I smiled softly at her. Well, she did have her moments even if what she did to Sam was wrong in the very least. I could never do that

to someone.

"Dean Winchester. This is really thrilling. Hey, can I have your autograph?" Guy asked sarcastically.

Dean took out a knife from his jacket pocket.

"Sure. Yeah, I'll, uh, carve it into your spleen. So, how you running your little scam?" Dean asked.

"Well, how do you mean, Dean?" Guy asked.

Sam stepped forward. "Signing 10-year deals, snuffing 'em that week."

Guy scoffed. "Well, I would never. No. Rules of the road – can't lay a hair on any of my clients."

"Right. So how you cheating it?" Dean asked.

"I'm not a cheater. I'm an innovator. It's called a loophole, you moron. Yes, when a person bargains away his soul, he gets a decade, technically. But accidents happen," Guy shrugged.

"So you're arranging "accidents" and collecting early?" Sam questioned.

"Oh, please. White gloves. I don't get my hands dirty. That's why it's important to have a capable intern," Guy replied. Then the same guy I saw who tried to kill Marsha walked in behind Guy.

He raised an arm, and sent us flying backwards, crashing into tables. Dean's knife hit the floor from a distance. I grimaced at the hard impact of landing on the floor. "Owe…" I winced.

"What time did I ask you to be here? What time did I ask you to be here?!" Guy asked the intern who ignored him and broke the devil's trap with his foot. I crawled over to try and wake Sam up, while Dean went to fight with Guy. Dean threw holy water at Guy. He doubled back.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis— " But Guy cut him off and he grabbed him by the throat, thrusting him against the wall.

Sam finally woke up only to find the intern gaining on us. I tensed up next to Sam.

"Becky…run!" Sam cried to her. Then he turned to me. "You go too."

I nodded and went to get up to get away from him, but he grabbed me and spun me in a chock hold, almost ready to snap my neck in half. I elbowed him in the stomach hard and he let me go so I could get away. Then Garth got up but the intern sent him flying again to the ground. The intern was about to go after Sam, and before Sam knew it he was in a choke hold himself. Suddenly a knife was shot through the intern's chest, and light flickered from his body in and out until he fell to the floor.

"Whoa," Becky said, after she killed him. Sam pulled the knife out of the intern's chest and then threw it towards Dean. Guy released Dean.

"How many deals you got cooking in this town, Madoff?" Dean asked, threatening him with the knife.

"Fifteen," Guy replied.

"Yeah, well, call them off, or I'll cut my own loophole in your throat," Dean warned.

"Oh, crap," Guy said suddenly.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, you said it. You're in a world—"

"Hello, boys," A newcomer said. I frowned at him who seemed to know Sam and Dan.

Dean glanced behind him. "Oh, crap."

Dean then swirled around Guy and held the knife against his throat from behind.

"Sam, mazel tov. Who's the lucky lady?" he asked.

"You're Crowley!" Becky exclaimed almost excitedly.

"And you're – well, I'm sure you have a wonderful personality, dear," he said.

"Who is he?" I asked.

"Crossroad's demon, currently the King of Hell," San replied.

"And you're Miss Kaylee McGrath. Ah, yes, I've heard of you, the future Queen of Hell."

I grimaced. "Nope, that is over with."

"The offer still stands, my dear."

"Over my dead body," I glared at him.

He just chuckled. "We will see."

He stepped closer but Dean stopped him in warning. "Ah, another step, and I'll Colombian necktie your little friend here."

"Please, don't let him get off that easy," Crowley said.

Guy looked nervous, "Sir, I don't think that you—"

Crowley nodded. 'I know exactly what you've been doing. A little birdie named Jackson," Crowley began as Guy looked over at his intern, "Sold you out, e-mailed all the juicy deets to my suggestion box."

"I assume... That's my whistle-blower? Shame. Had a future. Unfortunately, you don't," Crowley said.

"I was just—" Guy began stumbling over his words.

"There's only one rule – make a deal, keep it."

"Well, technically, I didn't—"

"There's a reason we don't call our chits in early – consumer confidence. This isn't Wall Street! This is Hell! We have a little something called integrity. This gets out, who'll deal with us? Nobody! Then where are we?"

"I don't know," Guy admitted.

"That's right. You don't. Because you're a stupid, shortsighted little prat. Now, hand the jackass over. I'll cancel every deal he's made," Crowley said.

"What are you gonna do with him?" Dean asked.

"Make an example of him. Fair trade, right? We all go our separate ways. No harm done."

Sam narrowed his eyes together. "What, out of the goodness of your heart?"

Crowley nodded. "Years of demons nipping at your heels, haven't seen one for months. Wonder why?"

Dean shrugged, "We've been a little busy."

"Hunting Leviathan – yes, I know. That's why I told my lads to stay clear of you meatheads," Crowley said.

Sam looked at him curiously. "So, what do you know about—"

"Too much. You met that dick yet? Smuggest tub of goo since Mussolini. I hate the bastards. Squash 'em all, please. I'll stay clear," Crowley said.

Dean's face hardened. "Rip up the contracts first."

Crowley snapped his fingers. "Done... and done. Your turn."

"No, no, no, no. Let—" Guy shook his head as Dean shoved him towards Crowley. He took him in his hands.

"Pleasure, gentlemen," Crowley said and then looked at me. "Offer still stands. Let me know."

Then he disappeared, leaving the room. I swallowed hard and shared a small look with Sam. I was now officially worried about Crowley's offer.

Garth got up to his feet. "What'd I miss?"

I smiled over at the temp and shook my head.

~*SPN*~

The next day, we met at Becky's apartment for Sam and Becky to sign an annulment. He signed it and then slid it across from her. I stood beside Dean and Garth, watching the scene unfold before my eyes.

"It... it wasn't all bad, right?" Becky asked.

Sam gave her a dry look but then shook his head. "Okay, y-you did save my life, and for that, thanks."

"So, I'll see you again?" she asked hopefully. I almost felt bad for her.

"Yeah, probably not," Sam replied. She signed the document. "Becky, look. You're not a loser, okay? You're a good person, a-and you've got... a lot of... e-energy. So, you know, just do your thing, whatever that is, and the right guy will find you."

I smiled at that. That was actually really nice. Then Becky looked at me and I shifted my feet worriedly, wondering if she was going to say something to me. Instead she gave me a nod and I smiled at her. Garth was suddenly looking to Becky and it made me raise a brow at him.

"No. No," Dean shook his head at him. Dean, Sam, Garth and I said our goodbyes to Becky before we left, heading back to the car parked out front.

Sam walked me back to Garth's car.

"So, you're going to hitch a ride with Garth back to the airport and get back home," Sam said to me, and I nodded.

"Yep. Just perfect enough to get away from a new threat in my life."

"Ah, you don't have to worry about Crowley. We'll figure out another way," Sam said. "Trust me. "

There was awkward silence that slipped in between us.

"Sam I-"

"Kaylee-" We both said at the same time.

"I said some things to you and I shouldn't have. I don't know what the future brings. I don't know if anyone does, not even a psychic," he said, grinning slightly at me. I blushed. "I'm sorry. I don't even know what I want right now. But I do know what I said to you was true. I do care about you."

I smiled, feeling relieved. "Well, when you find out what you want, let me know, okay?"

"You'll be the first I call," Sam said with a nod.

"Well, Garth, you don't suck," Dean said.

"That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me," Garth said and then hugged him tight. Sam and I stifled a laugh.

"Well, I'll see you later. I'm sorry I couldn't be of much help," I said to Sam and Dean.

"I think you did help. I tried to reach out but the potion I was under knocked me out," Sam said.

I nodded and he pulled me in for a hug. "See ya later, Dean."

"Bye Kaylee, and thank you!"

"You're welcome," I said and looked to Garth. "Ready to go?"

"As I'll ever be."

We headed to his car and took off to the airport. I thought back on what Crowley said and wondered what that even meant. I shivered. Hopefully he wasn't being truthful.

~*SPN*~

A/n: Another chapter. Hope you liked. Favorites, follows, and reviews are welcomed. Thank you!