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March 1985

𝐈𝐓 was spring break in the Valley, which meant school was out at West Valley High and students were free for the week. Every year, the Winchesters would spend the break vacationing in their favorite city of Branson. But this year, everything was different. Rebecca and Bobby were spending their spring break in New York City—a trip long dreamed of and now finally real. Bobby was taking her to The Met, and Rebecca couldn't have been more excited.

"So, are you excited about going to New York with Bobby?" Dean asked as he handed her a folded blouse to pack into her suitcase.

"Yes, I've always wanted to go to New York and to see The Met, so it'll be a fun experience." Rebecca smiled as she tucked the blouse into her suitcase next to her final sundress. "Daddy, I know it's the last spring break before college, and I know I should spend it with you, but—"

Dean pulled her into a warm embrace, his hand resting protectively on her back as his eyes drifted toward the framed photo of Lisa on the nightstand. He held her a beat longer before saying gently, "Kiddo, believe me, I understand. As hard as this is for me, I know you both are responsible. All I ask is that you and Bobby stay safe. Especially at night. You're in a city you don't know. Anything could happen. Promise me you'll be careful?"

"I promise, Daddy," Rebecca said, pulling back to look at him. "Remember, I learned karate from Mr. Miyagi. And you and Uncle Sammy taught me self-defense. Plus, Bobby knows karate, too. I don't want you to worry."

"I'm your father. I'm going to worry," Dean replied with a small smile.

"If you didn't, I'd know something was wrong." She gave him a playful nudge.

"Seriously though—have a great time. I love you, kiddo," he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"I love you too, Daddy." Rebecca smiled and zipped up her suitcase.

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New York, New York

The city pulsed with life as Rebecca and Bobby stepped out of the airport, hand in hand, a mix of wonder and love in their eyes. After picking up their rental car, they drove into Manhattan and checked into their hotel. Their room overlooked Times Square, where neon lights bathed the city below in a kaleidoscope of color.

"This is beautiful," Rebecca said, walking to the window as she set her bag down.

"Not as beautiful as you," Bobby replied, joining her at the edge of the bed.

She turned, cheeks glowing. "Thank you, honey." She laid down, curling onto her side to face him. "Are you hungry? We probably shouldn't go out now. It's so late."

"Starving," Bobby said, his hand brushing her hip.

"Wanna order room service?" she offered.

"That's fine with me." He smiled and kissed her forehead.

They dined on the edge of the bed, laughing between bites, and once the trays were cleared, Rebecca turned to him with a glint in her eye.

"Come shower with me."

His smirk was instant. "I thought you'd never ask."

Steam fogged the glass as hot water cascaded over them. Rebecca pressed her back to Bobby's chest, his hands trailing along her waist and hips. Her soft gasps and moaned echoed against the tile as their bodies moved in perfect rhythm beneath the steady stream. Passionate and unrestrained, their kisses were hungry, whispered moans swallowed between lips and breath. It was a moment of pure intimacy—where time, place, and memory dissolved into nothing but skin, heat, and true love.

Later, slick with warmth and satisfaction, they collapsed in bed together—nude, tangled in each other's limbs, the soft hum of the radio filling the quiet.

"This is always my favorite part," Bobby murmured, holding her close.

"Mine too," Rebecca whispered, fingers tracing the outline of his abs.

"God, if there's one thing I love, it's hearing you moan my name like crazy," Bobby teased, brushing his lips against her temple.

"You're gross," Rebecca laughed softly, kissing him. "You better pray no one complains to the front desk. Anyway—I love you. Get some rest, sweetheart. I'll see you in the morning."

"Goodnight, beautiful. I love you too," he said, drawing her body into his as they drifted to sleep.

Later that night, the room was dark and silent, but Bobby's sleep was anything but peaceful. His breath began to hitch, his body twitching beneath the sheets.

The nightmare struck with brutal clarity.

Bobby was back in the dojo—under Kreese's cold, menacing gaze. The air was thick with sweat and fear. He saw his younger self, trembling, forced into hours of relentless, punishing drills. His arms burned from endless punching, his ribs bruised from being struck when he faltered. Kreese shouted from the shadows, "NO MERCY!" The room twisted, the floor slick with blood and sweat. Then, the tournament—the final match—Johnny on the ground. Kreese's hands wrapped around his best friend's neck, Bobby screaming but frozen, helpless. The lights above flickered and strobed, shadows crawling across the walls like claws.

He turned and saw Rebecca, a ghostly image, nose bloodied, crying. "Bobby!"

Bobby snapped awake with a sharp gasp, drenched in cold sweat. His heart raced violently. Chest heaving, he sat up and buried his face in his hands, trying to breathe, to escape. But the echoes of Kreese's voice still hissed in his ears.

Rebecca stirred beside him, still groggy but instantly aware of his distress. Her hand slid over his arm, soft and calming.

"Sweetheart? Are you alright?" Rebecca whispered as she caressed his arm.

"Yeah." Bobby sighed as he laid back down beside her as she played with his fingers. "I'll be fine. Go back to sleep, baby."

Rebecca smiled softly as she softly placed a kiss on his cheek. She laid there facing him. As she closed her eyes, he laid there with his eyes wide open.

"Bec?" Bobby whispered as he wrapped his arm around her body and laid his head next to hers on her pillow.

"Mhm?" Rebecca said sleepily.

"For the past few nights, I've been having reoccurring nightmares. They've been haunting me. I just didn't know how to tell you." Bobby said.

Rebecca understands what it's like to have a haunting nightmare. For months after Lisa died, she had nightmares, and not peaceful dreams like she has of her now, but nightmares. Brushing a piece of hair away from his face, she asked, "What about, sweetheart?"

"The night of the tournament." Bobby said.

Rebecca placed her hand on her boyfriend's cheek and stroked his cheekbone with her thumb. "I know, I still think about that night too. I'm so sorry you guys had to go through that." she said as she gently kissed his lips.

"Baby, I'm still so sorry about your nose." Bobby said.

"Bobby, that was back in December. Please let it go. It could have been much worse. I'm just glad you all were okay." Rebecca said as she held her boyfriend close to her.

"I know, but I'll never be able to forgive myself." Bobby said as he rested his forehead against hers.

"Well, you might not be able to forgive yourself, but I was never angry with anyone but Kreese. It was his fault. Now, try not to worry about it—which I know you are going to worry anyway—but please don't try to worry too much, and get some rest now." Rebecca smiled. "And remember, they're just dreams, it's not real. I promise you."

"Thanks." Bobby smiled as he held his girlfriend close to him. "What would I do without you?"

"Crash and burn." Rebecca chuckled. "Goodnight, honey. I love you."

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Morning broke through the curtains, casting gold across the bed. Bobby blinked into the light, then turned to find Rebecca still asleep, peaceful and perfect. He leaned in, pressing slow, adoring kisses to her neck and shoulder until she stirred.

"Good morning," she said, smiling as her forehead brushed his.

"Good morning, beautiful," Bobby replied, lacing their fingers.

"How do you feel? Are you alright?" she asked, looking into his blue eyes.

"I'm fine. To be honest, I haven't had a dream like that since the night of the tournament. I thought I was over it, but I guess I'm not."

"Bobby, trust me, healing takes time. There's no set timeline. If you ever need to cry or scream—despite what you were taught—you're not weak for doing so. It's human. And I'm always here for you."

"I love you," he said, kissing her softly.

"I love you more," she replied between kisses. "Wanna get breakfast and go sightseeing?"

"Sure."

"I'm gonna take a quick shower," she said, brushing her lips against his. "Wanna join me?"

"Quick shower, huh?" Bobby grinned. "I can work with that."

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The day took them all across the city—Times Square, the Museum of Natural History, The Met, and the Empire State Building. By evening, they strolled through Central Park, hand in hand, laughter trailing in their wake.

"I've had an amazing time, sweetheart," Rebecca said.

"I have too, angel. We'll have to come back around Christmas."

"I'm guessing it's beautiful?"

"Like you wouldn't believe."

A kind older couple offered to take their photo, capturing a moment of pure joy—Rebecca's arms wrapped around Bobby, his wrapped around her, both beaming.

Later, after a steak dinner at the hotel restaurant, they returned to their room and packed up.

"This has definitely been a vacation to remember," Rebecca said as she zipped up her suitcase. "Thank you for taking me to The Met. It was a dream come true."

"Rebecca, I'd follow you anywhere," Bobby said, brushing his thumb over her cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too," she whispered, sealing the words with a kiss.