A/N: (basics: Beck and Mick are close because Dean would always make her stay back with him to "babysit". The two get close and she's 19 but because of the fact that she is still pretty young 𝚊̶𝚗̶𝚍̶ ̶𝚋̶𝚎̶𝚌̶𝚊̶𝚞̶𝚜̶𝚎̶ ̶𝙳̶𝚎̶𝚊̶𝚗̶ ̶𝚠̶𝚘̶𝚞̶𝚕̶𝚍̶ ̶𝚔̶𝚒̶𝚕̶𝚕̶ ̶𝚑̶𝚒̶𝚖̶, literally nothing happens between the two. So the two are close and she ends up being the one to talk him down from killing Eileen. For sOmE rEaSoN, this pisses off Dean)

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Everyone freezes as they watch Renny's body hit the floor.

"I didn't... I didn't mean to. I was shooting at the demon. I'm -" Eileen stutters her way through an apology, still in shock over her first human kill.

"No, no, wait up. It was an accident. It's all right." Sam puts his hand up to try and comfort her but freezes when he sees Mick pull out his gun.

Beck immediately moves to put herself directly in front of Eileen so that if he does shoot, it'll hit her instead. She can hear Sam and Dean protest, but all of her attention is on Mick to see what he would do.

"She killed a Man of Letters." His voice starts to shake as he makes eye contact with Beck. "S-she has to die."

Sam and Dean move to protect the two women, "It was an accident!" Sam calls out as Dean pulls out his own gun to aim at Mick.

"It doesn't matter!" His voice took on a desperate tone, "The Code."

Beck feels her heart slowly break as he stares at them, obviously confused about what to do. All she wants is to comfort him but she knows that she has to protect Eileen.

Mick looks away from Beck and decides to focus on Dean, "Don't make this harder than it already is." His voice soft and sorry.

"Mick, you don't have to do this." Dean rolls his shoulders and grounds himself so that he's ready to do whatever's needed to protect Eileen and his girl.

"Yes I do!" No one understood the turmoil that he's facing. No one except Beck, who he had opened up to before, knew just how committed he is to the British Men of Letters.

"Please," Eileen's terrified voice comes out from behind Beck, "Please don't."

Beck watches as Mick's eyes unfocus. "Fuck it." She slowly makes her way towards Mick.  She pushes Dean's gun down as she makes her way to the front of the group.

"Mick? Hey Mick." She says as she slowly unfurls her wings. He stops to watch while she winces as they extend out to cover her family.

"Beck?" Dean hisses, trying to get her to move away so he can keep an eye on Mick. Beck just tucks her wings tighter around them so that the trio behind her can't move.

"Mick listen to me," She watches his hand shake as she steps closer. "Mick you don't have to do this okay? I know you've been told to follow this Code and that it's what's right but there comes a time when you have to decide what's right and what isn't." She reaches up to touch his face, "You only have to answer to your own code, not anyone else's."

He takes in a shuddering breath before lowering his gun. Beck whispers a quiet 'thank you' as he looks back at Renny's dead body. "Just go." His voice is barely above a whisper. Beck reaches out to try to comfort him but he pushes her away and raises his voice, "Leave."

She pulls her hand back, nodding as she pulls her wings back into her body.

Sam ushers Eileen into the impala and Dean follows close behind. Beck starts to try to go towards Mick one more time but he fully turns away from her.

"I'm sorry Mick. I'm so sorry." She whispers to him before following Dean to the impala. 

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The four stumble their way down the bunker stairs, still trying to recover from their loss.

"Hey," Dean stops Eileen, "You okay?"

Eileen starts to nod her head but stops when tears start to threaten to fall. "No. He wasn't a monster," her voice falters, "He was... I..."

Sam gently grabs her shoulders and turns her to face him, "Hey, it was a mistake okay." He sighs as he pulls her into a hug.

Dean makes eye contact with Beck and motions for her to follow him. The two walk into the library.

"So what was that about?" Dean asks as the two sit down. Beck just scrunches up her eyebrows asks what he means. "I mean, you talking Mick down, covering us." He grabs a beer and pops it open, "What was it all about?"

Beck sighs, trying to gather her thoughts. "I don't know, I guess," she trails off, dragging her hand down her face before rubbing her chin. Dean huffs out a small laugh as he realizes it's a trait she picked up from Sam. "I guess," she continues, "I knew he wouldn't hurt me."

Dean scoffs before take a drink, "Yeah and when did you two become besties?"

Beck gives him a bitch-face before saying, "It's not like we have matching bff bracelets," she rolls eyes before getting serious again, "We just got close." She shrugs as Dean's face falls. "Not like that! I-" she groans and covers her face again.

"Then what's it like? And when, "he sets his beer down to look at her incredulously, "When the hell did you two have time to get close?"

Beck straightens up at his tone, immediately getting defensive even though she knows she did nothing wrong. "It's you're fault we even had time to talk to each other! Every single time you and Sam went off to play hero, you left me with Mick to babysit!" He scoffs as he rolls his eyes and takes another drink from his beer.

"It's true! And you know what, deep down he's a good guy." Beck leans forward, running a hand through her hair as she starts to get even more defensive of her friend, "Actually it's not even deep down! Seriously, if you just push aside his stupid," she changes her voice to mock Mick's accent, "British-stiff-upper-lip-" she drops her voice back to normal, "-bullshit, he's a really great guy. Mick is understanding, patient, and kind." She sighs, smiling to herself.

"He's also a killer." Dean's voice dropped into his 'no-bullshit' tone that seemed to be just for Beck. "So what you thought just 'cause you two are friends that he wouldn't hurt you? Beck he was basically raised to kills monsters!"

Her head snaps up at him. "What?"

"Beck," he sighs, rubbing his eyes, "I didn't mean it like that, I just meant that, you know," he looked away, trying to think of what to say. "You're not human Beck."

"Wow thanks Captain Obvious." She says sarcastically. "You don't think that me or Mick didn't realize that? I know I'm not human, but I also know I'm not a monster."

"You're right Beck, you're not and I'm sorry I used the wrong words-" Dean tries to calm her down but she just cuts him off.

"Then what did you mean Dean?" He straightens up as she shrugs mockingly, "Sorry I used the wrong word."

Beck gets up to walk away but Dean's voice stops her, "You're such a child."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Beck slowly turns to face her father.

Dean throws his hand up and rolls his eyes as if to say "this is what i mean!'

"Beck I just mean you don't always act mature in situations like these." He gestures to the space between them like their 'situation' was a physical thing.

"Okay well, 'this'" she mocks, "Is me being mature actually. You see I'm," she begins to make little gestures for everything she's saying to be a brat, "Gonna walk away before I say something I might regret." She drops her hands, taking a step back to look at him in distaste, "Something you've never learned to do."

Dean sighs as he watches her walk out of the bunker. He decides to settle in for the night and sleep on the arising problem of explaining to Sammy why his niece disappeared.

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"Come on Mick, don't do this to me." Beck mutter as she gets his voicemail for the third time. She sighs before repeating the almost-mantra of, "Hey it's Beck, and I'm sorry for pushing you but I need to be selfish again. Please Mick I need you to let me know you're okay."

Beck tries to fight the fear off but with every call that goes to voicemail; she can feel her anxiety making up different, horrible scenarios of what's keeping Mick from answering her. She knows that best-case is he's angry and ignoring her. So, she decides to focus on that.

Still, she can't help but press harder on the gas. Trying to outrace something unbeatable.