Heroes (We Could Be)

9) Secrets!

The title song in this chapter is sung by OneRebublic.

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"There is something I'd like ta know, Miss Becca." Bobby said as the three hunters, one angel, and one young woman from "elsewhere" ate their dinner.

"Yea, what's that Bobby?" Beck asked.

"Do I git out of this damn chair?" Bobby, only slightly, demanded.

Beck looked down at her plate, sighed, and made the decision to tell him what he wanted to know, but without details as to the how.

"Yes, Bobby walking and all." Beck replied with a soft sigh.

"When?" Bobby wanted to know.

"Soon enough." Beck replied, giving nothing away.

"That's all 'ur gonna tell me?" Bobby said, trying to keep the whine out of his voice.

"Fraid so." Beck said with another soft sigh.

"That's a nice dress Beck, it's new right?" Sam commented to change the subject.

Beck smiled at the compliment and glanced down at her new dress before she replied, "Thank you Sam and yes it is I got it today. Cas brought it to me."

"Baby blue suits you." Sam complimented.

"It's the blonde hair and gray eyes." Beck replied off-handedly.

"You'd look lovely in a potato sack, sweetheart. It ain't just 'cause of yer blonde hair or gray eyes." Bobby said gruffly.

Beck blushed at Bobby's compliment and sat in silence eating her salad thoughtfully while the men talked.

Cas watched when the color had risen in Rebecca's cheeks.

Surely the family she missed so dearly always let her know that she was an attractive female.

"Will you tell me more about your grandparents?" Cas asked Beck between bites of steak.

He was really enjoying the bloody red meat.

"Sure, which one do you want me to start with?" Beck agreed.

"Pop." Cas returned quickly.

"Pop?" Sam slightly chuckled.

"My grandfather, Fredrick Edward Lindsey. Pop to me and mother. Ed to every one his own age and Mam-maw." Beck explained to Sam.

"You have 'ur mamma's last name, not 'ur daddy's?" Bobby asked.

"That's right, never knew the man that helped mother make me. Only she knows who he is or was. She never even told Pop or Mam-maw my father's first name. She's certainly never mentioned who he was or is to me." Beck said matter of factly.

"That had to be hard, Becky" Dean said softly.

"Not really, you can't miss something you never had, Dean." Beck shrugged.

"You mentioned your grandfather teaching you how to shoot as I recall." Bobby said, cutting up a bit of his steak.

"Yea I did. Pop started teaching me how to use a gun at four years old. The first gun I ever shot was an old colt forty-five. By six Pop had entered me into every major shooting competition in Texas he could. Needless to say, Mother was not overjoyed with that." Beck giggled remembering her mother's reaction when she brought home her first shooting trophy.

"You're from Texas?" Dean asked.

"Yup, you got it, mister. The Lone Star State and proud of it thank you very much." Beck said with pride in her voice.