Past, Present and Possible Future (Destiel) [Sequel]

Chapter 8

Becky stepped out of the elevator and jumped as she saw Adam standing there.

"Um..excuse me." She muttered as she tried to pass him.

"My dad called you. We have another training session he wants you to be at."

"O-Okay" the woman stuttered. "Can you maybe give me a minute?"

"Now" Adam walked away and Becky followed.

Not a minute later Adam waltzed into the training room followed by Becky and John acknowledged that.

"Becky, come here for a minute."

The blonde nodded and approached the man, who was watching his ward take down sparing partner after sparing partner.

"You know I never thought the taming method I had for this boy would work. That's why I said that you always must be prepared. Luckily, I had you here to help me even more with your psychology knowledge," He walked up to the statue like figure of his son. "And now look at him, the perfect soldier. One that actually listens to me and doesn't run off to mate with some feline."

The younger alpha's eyes didn't even waver.

"Now let's see how far he's willing to listen." John turned to Becky. "What were you doing at the coffee shop, girl?"

The blonde's greyish eyes widened slightly before she composed herself. "Oh, I was just getting a coffee sir," she held up the cup in her hand. "Long night."

"Mmhh.." The man snapped his fingers and another built man entered the room shoving a stumbling woman, with a bag over her head, in front of him.

"Becky Becky," John tsked. "I'm the last person you should lie to."

The man removed the bag and Becky's cup dropped. "Lisa?"

The woman looked up and mumbled something behind the gag in her mouth.

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Gabriel knocked on the car window and his brother shot up in the driver's seat.

"Did you sleep out here all night?"

Cas flattened his hair and took the cup his brother was offering him. "Are we ready to leave?"

"Yeah, cars all packed and we just had to wake you up."

"Okay, let's go."

Gabe hopped in the back just as Mary approached the car.

"Maybe I should drive and you get some more rest."

The brunet contemplated this before sliding over into the passenger seat and Mary got in behind the wheel.

"Don't scratch her unless you want Dean lecturing you for an entire year."

Mary chuckled. "Sounds like him." 

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John circled his son. "In all the years that I've trained him to do almost anything, the one thing I never got him to do was kill. But with last year's event however, I beg to differ."

He turned back to Becky. "Son, you remember Lisa right?"

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The bell rang signalling the start of the day and Dean sighed as he ran his hand through his dirty blond hair and adjusted the bag on his shoulder.