Tell me, what makes you so special.

[Cowritten with failuretotrust. Set after THIS and THIS. Max = by_thatmuch.]

With Max's help, Dean managed to get up to the floor where they were holding Beth relatively easily. Max got him through most of the checkpoints, and when they got to Beth's room -- 'Helen' as she was being referred to by the hospital staff -- Beth was asleep in the bed. He quietly closed the door behind him, starting to make his way towards her slowly, sitting down on the edge of the bed and watching her for a moment.

He was worried about her. He knew that they both had crazy jobs and one of them was bound to get hurt eventually, but that didn't mean he had to like it any. Taking a deep breath, he reached over and took her hand in his, rubbing it gently as he waited for her to wake up.

When she did come to, the best she could, she groaned. "Bruuuce," she whined. She pulled her hand away from Dean. "Go away."

He chuckled, before moving a hand up to brush his hair out of her face lightly. "Try again, sweetheart."

Her breath caught at that. Not that breathing was easy as it was at the moment, but...she knew that voice. She opened her eyes and stared at him. She let her fingers cling onto his, needing that touch more than she had realized. "What are you doing here?"

( *** )

[Cowritten with failuretotrust and ilove_atallman. Angst ahoy.]

She'd gotten the call that Ruby was spotted at a motel just outside the city. She didn't want to go near the woman. In fact, she wanted the woman out of her and Sam's lives. She wanted Sam to stop this need to hunt her down and kill her. She hated that it was consuming him and pushing a wedge between them. Whatever they had still. Things had been changing, and she wasn't sure what any of it meant. They'd never been the perfectly in love couple, they'd just been. Been there for each other, loved each other, taking care of each other. She wasn't too sure what was going on, but she also wasn't sure what she'd do if she lost it.

So that's why she was going after Ruby. If she could find the demon, get the gun back that Sam needed so desperately, then maybe he would stop. Maybe they could just go back to normal. It's what 99 needed. She needed normal and safe.

Once she found the motel, she made sure her gun was at her hip, before going for the door that Ruby supposedly was staying behind. She pulled her weapon out and held it to her leg, then knocked.

Ruby pushed her up from the table where she was working, and made her way over to the door, looking through the peephole to see who it was. When she recognized the face, she froze, before turning back and heading towards the bed where Dean was starting to lower himself down onto the bed. "Don't -- we gotta go, we gotta go now."

"What?" Dean frowned, looking back over at her, before his eyes darted to the door. "Who is it?"

"Your ex. Let's go."

"Shit," Dean muttered before pushing himself up, grabbing his jacket and starting to scramble for an exit. "How the hell am I going to -- ?"

"Bathroom window. I'll hold her off. Go."

Dean nodded, before starting to head towards the bathroom, looking for the window Ruby had mentioned.

( *** )

[Cowritten with failuretotrust. Set in the future crack verse.]

99 sped down the highway in a borrowed car as she made her way to find Dean. She'd been out of the country for two months, so calling him to tell him she wanted to see him wasn't at all odd. Her reason behind it though was. She'd had three weeks to get used to it. Accept it. Sure, she still wanted to shoot his balls off - especially with the damned morning sickness that had hit like bricks - but she was accepting it.

She'd been so busy on her job in Germany that it took awhile to even realize things weren't quite normal with her body. And the moment of sitting in her hotel room, watching the third pregnancy test come up positive, was burned in her mind. The sudden dread. The way her stomach fell. She knew everything was going to be different. Or could be, if alternatives were decided. But that was something she had to discuss with Dean, and she wanted to do it in person - when she had no chance of breaking her identity on the job.

This was her mental state when she pulled the car to a park at the motel Dean and Sam were staying in. She jumped from the car and went to knock on the door, hard. She had already suggested Dean kick Sam out for her arrival. The damn fertile sonuvabitch wouldn't be able to look at his brother for support when she kicked his ass until he felt just as queasy and bloated as she did.

And Sam was gone. He went to the library to do some kind of research that was currently related to the job they were doing, and Dean was waiting for Beth to arrive. He already knew from her tone that this wasn't a social call -- he had learned that much already. He was, however, a bit curious as to what he had done this time to incur the wrath of his awesome secret agent girlfriend. And yes, he was still extremely pleased with himself that he had managed to wind up dating a secret agent. Not even time could kill that one.

He pushed himself up when he heard the angry knock on the door, and opened it, deciding it would probably be best to keep the door between him and her for the time being. He pulled it back so that she could make her way inside, before peaking his head around the corner and looking at her carefully. "What did I do?"

( *** )