Heroes (We Could Be)

13) Poker Face!

The title song in this chapter is sung by Lady Gaga.

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Beck sped herself up to reach the boy's motel room door. She stepped in the doorway to see what looked like someone's granddad, in a bathrobe standing next to Bobby, and she knew was Dean Winchester.

"Yea, either of you wanna tell me what happened?" Sam asked without seeing Beck.

"Bobby's an idiot, that's what happened!" Dean replied gesturing at Bobby with a cheeseburger in his hand.

"Ain't nobody ask ya to play." Bobby shot back.

"Right, I shoulda just let you die." Dean said sarcastically back with a mouthful of cheeseburger.

"And for damn sure nobody asked you ta lose." Bobby continued as if Dean hadn't spoken.

Sam looked up and saw Beck closing the door. He smiled and said to her, by way of greeting, "It's like "Grumpy Old Men."

Beck giggled at Sam's comment as Dean and Bobby chorused, "Shut up, Sam!"

"If you two jackasses are quite finished yelling at Sam and at each other." Beck said sternly.

"Hey there Becky, didn't hear you come in." Dean said trying his best to be charming.

"Here's a tip, flirting with a younger woman at your age is either creepy or cute. Nothing else mister." Beck replied rolling her eyes.

"I take it you're pissed, huh?" Bobby asked.

"Your damn right I'm pissed! I distinctly remember telling you to avoid strange men and poker. Did you listen? Of course not! Since I'm only old enough to be your daughter and know what's ahead for this little family, I must not be worth listening to!" Beck fumed in reply.

"Becky, don't be too mad. We'll figure it out." Dean said trying to calm Beck down.

"Oddly enough Dean, you're not one of the people I'm pissed off at." Beck replied, taking a deep breath.

"He's not?" Sam asked a little confused.

"No, you and Bobby have made it to the top of my shit list at the moment Sam. Congratulations! I know I asked you to keep an eye on him. To not let this very thing happen. Dean has spent way too much time looking out for your ass! It was your turn and you fucked up!" Beck ranted.

"Now calm down little girl, you don't git why I did what I did. Even if you know why Dean did what he did." Bobby interposed trying to save Sam from a severe tongue lashing.

"Oh yes I do, Mister Bobby Singer. Since no one appears to give a shit when I do tell them something, I'll let you fill these two in on it later!" Beck snarled turning her anger on Bobby.

Dean groaned and grabbed the arm of the chair behind him.

He sat down in the chair and moaned, "I'm having a heart attack."

Sam frowned and looked worried.

Beck rolled her eyes and looked at the ceiling.

Drama Queen!

"No, you're not." Bobby said exasperatedly.

Dean exhaled a sigh of relief, then still in some pain wheezed, "What is it?"

"It's acid reflux, guys your age can't digest certain foods. You're gonna need to put down that cheeseburger." Bobby told him.

Dean looked at his cheeseburger, felt extremely annoyed, and put it down.