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So... I saw that extra bag fall in the vending machine-

Wanna share?

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General Thought

In which I realize I don't have an about page for Bea up.

Shit.

Fixing that.

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Well, Da- Baalberith made sure I was smart enough to last out here if anything happened to him.  Course, he expected me to have a family to live with, but still.  We would have been okay.

[She gives a small smirk, one side of her mouth lifting as she shrugs.]

She insisted.  Said I was one of her family at least now, but we know better on that.  You're my only real family other than Sam left.  At least blood related.  Baal is a dad, but he's...not blood.  I'm a Winchester-Province, and it's damn confusing sometimes.

I know I shouldn't be out here on my own, I know.  I know that I could be MIchael's or Baalberith's vessel, but they both have to ask.  But I can't...

[The girl sighs, fixing the hem of her shirt.]

I miss my family.  I miss home.  And I haven't found one that fits.  The tower is Tony's, and Sam likes it, but I can tell even you feel out of place.  Here?  This is Lettie's, and it's like living in a Zora Hurston novel, but I...don't belong here either.  

I want to find somewhere I fit, dad.  And we might be blood, but we both know you don't need me around either.  And Lettie's got a baby comin, and I know what to do to survive-

[Nevermind the Lucifer disguised as a teenage boy incident.  Nevermind the hitchhiking with demons that served Baalberith.  To her, that was all okay.  She hadn't met the other side.  She hadn't met the danger of angels.]

When you say shit like that, I forget how old you are.

[He goes quiet for a moment, pondering something.]

Granny Missouri, huh? Wasn’t aware she was part of the family, but with Sam and Lettie’s kid now… makes sense. You know, you don’t have to live there with them.

[He looks away, down towards the floor.]

I understand not wanting to live with me an’ Sam though.

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Plus the kid has a chance of being a highly psychic vessel of Lucifer, who is currently running around, which means a lot of protection, and no secrets.  If I didn't like Lettie and Rick so much, I'd move again.

Then again, Granny Missouri'd probably find me in a heartbeat.

If I'm not here when you call one day...

[She shrugs, leaving it to the open.  She hasn't accepted it as home, she tries her best to be cool and collected on the outside.  It's better to stay distant with people.  And this kid- had more place here than she did.]

Uh, yeah. Hadn’t really considered…

[The amount of possible sass that could come from the child hadn’t crossed his mind. Now he was starting to question how long his own sanity would last after the kid was born.]

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Well, if my attitudes gettin to you, what's it gonna be like when Uncle Sam's kid gets older?  Sam plus Lettie, that kid is going to be more stubborn than Bram Stoker's setting narration.

"…s’like talkin’ to myself."

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"Lookit you how I want."

"Don’t look at me like that."

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"Just- lost, didn't mean to bother you, but you're about the only person I can find almost my age to stop," She didn't exactly speak like most girls her age, but she blamed her raising.  Aunts, uncles, mother- too many of them with education- before they were killed.  "I'm honestly not even supposed to be here, but can you point me towards the boardwalk?"  There were problems when you were raised by a demon, and the whole parentage thing was a blur.  There were answers she had to have, and sitting in that tower while her father was in California with her uncle who she hated was not what she intended to do.

"What’s up?" She was hesitant to smile, didn’t want to, so she refrained. More tourists probably. What was the deal? Wasn’t this supposed to be off season?

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Beatrice was aware of the look, but her arms remained crossed, stubborn look back.  She was a Winchester by blood, and some element of it had stuck through in the breeding.  There was that fire there that couldn't be pushed back, an insecurity that lingered, no matter what all she did to make herself someone that others wanted.  Her reading, her learning, she did her best to fit into her families ways, and she was out of place here.

"I just- want to go home," There was no real conviction there, some part of that attempt to be mature and adult slipping away as she actually showed a little more of the age she appeared to be.  The fact that she was even younger made it something of a feat that she was acting as a preteen, flinching back a little.

And there was a man between two robots that Dean Winchester rushed towards, and she remained close to the lift, not sure how she fit into all of this.  She wanted her book shop, she wanted the books, and the old world feeling.  Not this new technological tower with buttons and lights and a bloody man who wasn't moving or responding- and something about a father- She shook her head in response, jaw set as she took a step back.  

"I have a father-" But the objection was hollow.  If anyone knew what Baal could do, it was her.  Seeing him switch from place to place, that white smoke, those white eyes.  Her mother, it was said, was Bianca, which meant her father was never really counted for.  She'd always assumed it was Bale, but suddenly-

Here was an answer to a question she never had.  Pale, she turned, running down one hall to leave them to their adult talk.  Leave them to what they needed to sort out.  At least, that's what she told herself.

In truth, she was running off to have a moment where she could actually let herself be afraid, to cry, to be human in ways she could never be around her family at home.

Dazed and Confused

"A knife? That’s actually possibly the easiest thing to get." Tony nodded. He had a few up in the lab, maybe not what Dean needed, but it was a start. Plenty of sharp objects depending upon what he did need it for. He sensed the elevator slowing, not bothering to look at the floor number to know of where they were.

He didn’t get off just yet while he shot Bea a look at the sudden hostility. Well, he had deserved that one, hadn’t he? And people said he was good with kids. A hand was rubbed over his eyes while he stepped out for the others to get out as well. “We’ll find out more information as we go along. A lot has happened in the last couple of hours and there’s no telling where they-" He? Was it just he? Or all of them. “Are, but once we know, we’ll tell you."

"And, for the record, that was an option, a suggestion if nothing else. Sometimes people like distractions." He looked at her quietly for a moment longer before he turned, motioning for them to follow while he ducked around the counters and towards the far corner where he had left Sam. Dummy was there, the claw lifting itself up before rolling quickly back towards where Butterfingers was, the two, surprisingly, complacent for the moment. “Here, Dean…"

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Beatrice had let the conversation slip out of her attention, tapping her heel against the floor as she tried to desperately remember if there were any other numbers.  Were they out?  That wouldn't make the phone be disconnected.  What- something was wrong, and she didn't like it.

While she appreciated the attempt to help, her gaze as it landed on Tony was hardly impressed. "If you don't want me around, you just have to say so, I'm not some little kid you point in the direction of a shiny thing and expect to keep entertained." Her arms crossed, she was trying to hide the shaking of her hands, taking a deep breath as she caught herself.  That was- that was mean of her. 

"Sorry, I just - my parents?  Well, my mom?  She wasn't-" She pressed her lips together.  "You knew her, that's how we met, right.  Don't treat me like I'm a little kid, alright?  I probably know more than you on some things.  Being raised by a demon does that." 

And then it clicked, the hand on her shoulder, the reassuring attempt to help.  With a conscious glance to Dean, she at least assumed he wouldn't think she was too crazy.  After all, he had been in a time traveling machine.  "My dad's name is Baalberith." She stated with a shrug.  Almost as if it was an everyday occasion.

Dazed and Confused

They all needed to get out of that elevator and fast. Something more had obviously happened that they didn’t know about, which meant that the mess Lucifer had caused was steadily growing larger. There was no telling if they’d ever find out about everything Lucifer did. What if there was a chance he had made plans? Something to bring him back, just in case. Was he capable of thinking that far into the future?

So he did the one thing he felt capable of at the moment and focused on what they did have and what they needed. Jarvis he’d have to worry about later, maybe he was running an update, the speakers were blown, there was no telling what had happened to the AI. Other things could have gone wrong. He pushed that panic aside, keeping it in mind though. He’s dealt with dealing with things without Jarvis before. What was one more time?

"Just tell me what you need, Dean. I’ll get it." He promised with a nod. The perks of being him. He took the phone from Bea and looked down at her, seeing the worry there while he glanced at Dean. Were either one of them really qualified to handle her. “We’ll get you home, don’t worry. I’m sure Dean can help with that. Right now, though, have you ever seen a robot? I got three up in the lab where we’re going that you might like to meet." If anything, that would give her a distraction while he and Dean took care of things. He wasn’t sure if she should actually see the state that Sam was in.

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For a moment, Bea just stood there, watching between the two, the confusion clear enough, but she didn't push it.  She didn't know what the story was, but there was something she was picking up on fast enough.  Dean cared about some guy named Sam, and this Sam had been possessed by Lucifer, and Lucifer had been forced out.

Eyebrows furrowing as she listened, she tilted her head, shock clear.  "Solomon's ring?" She questioned, leaning forward a little.  "My dad was held against his will in that once." She laughed a little, pushing her hair behind her ear.  But the whole feeling just hit all the harder, looking over the others, wincing.  Obliterating your soul.

Taking the phone, she started to mess with it, looking up towards the ceiling, aware the two were getting panicked.  "Guys," Bea stated softly.  "Maybe dad can help.  He knows how to fix just about everything.  And he has power.  We can fix everything." Looking hopeful, she was already dialing the number, leaning against the wall as she waited for the answer, her hand still tight in Dean's, tight to try to reassure the other - frowning as the tone ended-

We're sorry, but the number you are trying to reach has been disconnected. Please try-

"That's impossible," She whispered, pulling the phone down and hanging it up, trying the phone for the store, and again nothing.  Nothing, no matter the five numbers she tried, panic gripping her, feeling her own tears peak.  

Swallowing hard, blinking the tears away, she offered the phone to Tony, unable to even speak, her shoulders suddenly slumping.  Her whole world was suddenly cut off for some reason.  "I want to go home, please." She whispered, voice cracking.

Dazed and Confused

"I was, Dean. I swear I was. I had Jarvis watching him at all times and he wasn’t alone. I don’t know how it happened." He held his hands up quickly, trying to placate the other, but if he was going to hit him, he was going to. Tony knew he deserved that. “I got around the security that Sam and I both put up plus Jarvis. I actually asked him straight out about it and he didn’t tell me. I’m sorry, Dean." And it was the most meaningful sorry he could muster up. He couldn’t even begin to explain to Dean how guilty and horrible he felt.

He closed his eyes to drag a hand down his face before looking at Bea, giving a confused look. How did she- right, Baal’s kid. She’d get to know all about demons and all that. He looked between her and Dean. “There was a ring." He explained. “Something Sam gave me a while back, Solomon’s Ring. Well, Dean you probably know all about it, at least. Stuck it on his finger, Lucifer went bye bye. Only…" And here he went again, bracing for another hit. “Sam made a deal with him, from what I could figure out… and that included the destruction of his soul."

Yes, the elevator needed to go faster. They needed to get out of there. Pulling out his own phone, he offered it out to Bea. “Jar, get us up to the lab faster." He called out and waited for the answering chirp to show he was heard. When it didn’t come, a new wave of worry grabbed him before Tony could stop it. “Jarvis? Come on, I know the power was knocked out, you’ve had plenty of time to come back online…"

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At first, she had taken her position along the wall, hands behind her back, watching the two talk, concern growing.  Why had her father sent her here?  What was here for her?  They were dealing with their own issues.  There was a lot more going on than she could imagine.  A guy named Sam possessed- her eyes grew huge.  

Lucifer.  The Morning Star. Who is called the devil and Satan … was thrown down to the earth.  The one who had fallen with her father, and the woman he fell with.  The one she had to flee if she ever came across him, even if it meant being sneaky with everything he taught her to make sure he didn't know who she was.

Panic laced in her own expression, gazing up towards Tony, her hands in fists behind her own back.  "He's really gone?" She questioned, look wary towards Tony as she took a few steps back.  "How did you- did you study in demon expulsion?" Swallowing, she almost looked apologetic, glancing towards Dean, realizing he was just on edge.  She had been sent to Dean Winchester for protection, that much was clear now, but why? 

"Do you have a phone I can use?" She managed, her voice softer. 

Dazed and Confused

Tony hesitated once they were all in the elevator, looking down at Bea when she spoke up and he thought about it. Did she need to be there? He wasn’t about to send her out of the elevator, and he needed to prep Dean before they got up there. He glanced at Dean, waiting to see if he had anything against it, even if he didn’t know, before he gave her a quick, reassuring smile. “It’s fine. You’d hear about it one way or another." He decided while he nodded. He smashed his thumb against the button to get up to the floor, giving a belated frown at realizing Jarvis hadn’t taken over. Maybe he was still rebooting.

"Dean…" He licked his lips, watching the numbers on the elevator rather than the other. “I know about… well more things than either you or Sam want me to know about now. Just to get that out of the way. So I knew about Sam and his issues…" He really couldn’t dance around the subject, could he? “And the very, very brief story of an incredibly long epic… Sam got possessed, by Lucifer, but he’s gone. Long gone, that was taken care of, I promise." He held up his hands, hoping he wouldn’t be quick to anger. “Sam’s okay but he’s… not all there."

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There was no need to speak, between them, there was something else going on that she didn't understand. Something involving someone she didn't really know about.  Who was Sam?  Hand squeezing back with a slightly surprised look, she wasn't sure what to do.  She'd only met this man recently, and he seemed to have latched onto the older brother role pretty fast.  Maybe it was family?  Maybe he wanted her to take that place for the moment?

Tony, right.  Tony Stark.  The one mother was arguing with in her own way.  She could only follow, wondering how long until she was one of the 'overhearing' people that would be kept out of the situation.  Glancing to the lights, and then stepping into the elevator with the other two, she let the other speak for awhile, before speaking up, feeling like she was making herself exist again.

"Should I be here for this?" 

Dazed and Confused

As soon as Dean had pulled away, he looked back at him, quiet, letting him get his questions out. “No. No I… I’m trusting you, Dean.” He admitted, because Dean hurting him was the last thing in mind. Dean couldn’t hurt him… he hoped. If anything, he needed Dean to tell him how to even get Sam back, because he had no idea. “I’m going to take you up there, right now, to see him, but let me get to the elevator to explain what’s going on.”

“Tony.” He smiled briefly at Bea, coaxing them over to the elevator. At hearing Doc’s name, he winced, unable to hide it while he turned quickly away. “Come on, upstairs. I’ll explain everything there. It’s… well we don’t want anyone to overhear.” He explained, figuring that was the best way to put it. He was moving away already, as quickly as he could, hearing the lights flicking on overhead as power was slowly fed back into everything now that the reactor was up and running again. “Like I said, Dean. Sam’s safe now. As safe as I can make him.”

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Smiling back, Bea did her best to look as good as she could considering the situation.  Sure, she was out of nowhere and didn't blend in, but at least she was...well, around someone she knew, a little, now.  Looking over the room, aware of the odd darkness, she nodded a little.  "Yes, It's Bea, I'm sorry I don't remember your name." It was soft, a girl who worked at a book store since she could talk, nodding.  "Not that long ago, but it feels like it-" 

The sigh caught her attention though, eyes widening at the line of questioning Dean gave, finding herself reaching to take his hand at the demand, even if she was confused by such an idea.  It was a look between the elevator, and the two men, before she was moving again.  Tugging at Dean's hand towards the elevator, she smiled a little, her voice soft.  "People are staring, Mr. Winchester.  And he said it'd be best if we headed upstairs?" 

Dazed and Confused

He knew it the instant Dean didn’t believe him, and he reached out to catch his arm before he got too far. He didn’t need a scene in the lobby, not when people were starting to look at them, murmuring and whispering when they pointed Tony out, hoping he had a solution. He forced a tight smile in place while he looked at Dean. “Sam is safe. He’s upstairs, in my lab. The robots are looking over him right now. But before you can see him, we need to talk…”

And then the other spoke up and he looked over, giving a surprised look before smiling. Right, Baal’s girl… or, really, Dean’s girl. He wasn’t sure how that worked out yet, and he glanced at Dean, now wondering what he did know or didn’t. For one, he had a few questions of his own, such as why he was there and why she was with him.

“It’s fine, Bea, wasn’t it?” He asked. If nothing else, he could keep one of them calm. “That’s right. It was a while back I think. Maybe not nearly as long as I’m thinking. Good to see you again. What are you two doing here if I might ask? We can take this to the elevator, even. Talk more privately.”