Heroes (We Could Be)

15) Telephone!

The title song of this chapter is sung by Lady GaGa.

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"For the record, I'd appreciate it if we didn't run into any more of your insane family." I told Cas as I flopped down on Dean's motel bed and threw my arm over my eyes.

Recently Sam, Dean, and I ran into the Archangel Gabriel, who was masquerading as a "Trickster". He trapped us in TV Land. We had been forced to belt out cheesy lines and be thrown into wild (sometimes stupid) circumstances, needless to say, it wasn't any fun. For example; Dean got shot, Sam got herpes, and I got my back whipped to ribbons. I'd been developing scars. At least I hoped they were scars cause it was either that or a really nasty infection.

We had been on the road several days without stopping. We, three humans, were mentally, emotionally, and physically drained. The decision to stop had been Dean's, mainly because he was driving. I picked up the tab for the rooms that time. Mainly because I don't have to use bogus credit cards or anything like that to pay for what I need and I wanted to.

So like I said, here I was flopped on Dean's bed on my back. I've only marginally dealt with my back. Marginally dealing with it by the way consists of Advil and doing my best to clean it in roadside rest stops during potty breaks.

At that moment though it appeared that the Advil was doing shit to help, I was in pain.

Good thing I thought to cover my eyes.

Too bad that doesn't work with Cas.

"Rebecca, take off your shirt." Cas ordered me.

I took my arm off my eyes and sat up. It was really hard not to laugh, both Sam and Dean looked at Cas as if he'd lost his mind. The looks on their faces were really funny.

But laughing at that point would not have been a good idea as I was already in pain. Laughing would have made it hurt more.

"Cas, what the hell?!" Dean demanded.

"What about hell, Dean?" Cas asked.

"Never mind it's fine, Dean." I said heading an argument, I knew Cas wouldn't understand, off at the pass.

I peeled off my baby blue spaghetti strap top (the one I came to this alternate reality in) and turned on the bed to allow Cas to examine my back.

"Rebecca, the cuts from the whip you received have opened." Cas told me.

"No shit. I thought they might have." I replied.

"Becks, why didn't you tell us?" Sam asked me.

"Gee, mom I don't know. Maybe cause I didn't think ya needed to know." I replied waspishly.

"Hey Becky, you don't need to snap at Sammy. He's right if you're hurt we need to know." Dean told me.

"Yea, you needed to know. Sure, just like I needed to listen to you bitch, moan, and blame yourselves for the lashes on my back. Makes perfect sense." I sarcastically agreed.

"Please sit still Rebecca while I attempt to do this." Cas requested of me.

"Do what?" I asked back.

"Clean the cuts and doctor them." Cas replied absently

"Oh, okay. Thank you, Cas." I replied

"You are welcome." Cas replied

"Sam, will you please get me some warm water, a washcloth, and something to bandage Rebecca's back with?" Cas asked Sam.