AN:

I'm pulling a George Lucas here and starting with the end, and doing the beginning later.

(The beginning ark is a work in progress right now. It was just too hard to tell Sera no though...)

That being said, there may be a few details that seem like they're left out, but I promise you'll get them soon.

I hope you still enjoy this.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, 1000 Ways to Die, or the Winchesters. (I wish that wasn't the case with Dean though... :p )

"Beatrix Xandra [last name]! Where the hell have you been!"

With tears streaming from her eyes, she rushes forward and hugs her mom. She had missed her more than she initially thought, and was pretty damn near crushing her mother's rib cage with her hug as she repeats, "Mommy, I missed you" silently into her mom's shoulder. She can't hide her emotion as gentle sobs escape, but she doesn't care.

The anger in her mother dissipates as she sees the pain in her lost child. She feels the hurt radiating off of her, and she does what any mother would do: she hugs her child, rubbing circles gently onto her back, and slowly pets her hair as she tries to calm her baby down.

Worry heavily laden in her voice, she asks, "Baby, where have you been?" once more.

Bea gives a small, bittersweet smile, and simply says, "I honestly don't know. I just know, I fought some monsters I never thought I'd have to face, dealt with some demons I didn't know I needed to worry about, and found some angels to guide me through it all. But I'm here now, I'm safe, and isn't that all that matters at the moment?"

Her mother rubs the scar on Beatrix's chin gently, unsure as to what to say.

'Where did she get that?'

She sees the pain in her daughter's eyes, the pleading to let it go, and she caves.

"Fine," she replies slowly, "but we're going to the hospital tomorrow morning!"

She nods. She knew she needed to go anyways seeing as how the Winchesters weren't exactly the best medics when it came to professional training. She ruefully remembers the time she got shot on her thigh, and Sam had used some floss, a penknife, a sewing needle, and some tequila to stitch her back up. Not to mention the time that she sprained her wrist and had to use a make shift cast out of clay while they were out.

'Why did I have to find '1000 Ways to Die' so fucking funny before?! God, please don't let me die like that dumb redneck! Please, please, please!' she had thought to herself at the time.

As her mother took her back inside their home, to her old room, and tucks her into the comfort of her old bed, the weight of what had happened to her finally takes its toll. All those sleepless nights; all those necessary impromptu shooting lessons; the many times she killed; the first time she saw a dead body; all the things that she never thought she'd ever have to face… They all come crashing down on her, and the tiredness completely overtakes her. As she begins to fade away into her first peaceful sleep in over a year, images of her love soon came to the forefront of her mind.

'Dean…'

End Note:

I know it's short, but there's more to come.

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Hope to see you guys at the next chapter! :)