SAM POV:

Dean - a multitude of words could describe the jackass, but only one, simple, four lettered word came to mind, instantly; jerk. He was acting like the biggest one you'd ever meet really; hunting down a family of vampires that hadn't caused any harm to humans. Even one of them was a doctor - he'd supposedly never lost a patient yet. From the information that I had gathered, no, forced to gather, on these vampires was incredulous. The younger ones, the kids, I guess, had enrolled in Forks High School, or so the information told. Not much else was known on the coven.

Dean and I had been following the scent, or trail, I guess you could say, all over the different towns in Washington state. One had lead us to what my brother presumed as their abandoned home, so, we set up lot there. Then, on our next drive out, we found one leading to the high school, a dirt lane, and now, we were on one leading to a humans home.

Stupid enough, Dean pulled into the driveway of the home, probably hoping to start a fight, but from what I could tell, there hadn't been vampires here in a few months! Why we were even here, left me clueless.

"Sam?" Someone called through my pretenses. "Time to get up and out. Come on Sammy." Huh. Guess I'd fallen asleep in the Impala. I swear, if Dean played any pranks while I was asleep, he would be a dead man walking. A zombie - or vampire - you could call him. I guess that would make more sense, seeing as we've seen a dead woman walking before. Then again, I didn't want a vengeful spirit named Dean on my ass end either.

"I'm up, I'm up." I moaned, moving to adjust the seat belt and grab the door handle. "Please tell me you played no pranks. Please." I groaned, just as I got out and met him at the front of the vehicle.

"None - yet." Dean grinned, and then we were off to disturb the peace. Dean knocked good and loud on the door, while I stood still as a statue, waiting for whoever lived here to open the door.

A few muffled noises came from inside, some sounding like trips, some thuds on padded - no, wooden - floor, and others a few moans of pain from the falls. Moments later, this ordinary, but still quite pretty girl answered the door. Her long brown hair went to her waist, her eyes were like pools of milky chocolate, and her skin was slightly pale. She wore jeans and a dark blue hoodie, with her complexion, these things truly commented her pale skin.

I looked over at Dean and saw him plastering a grin on his face. I rolled my eyes at him, he was probably thinking he could get a one night stand with the girl, no doubt. I turned my glance back to the girl, and saw something flash in here eyes; recognition? Couldn't be, we've never met this girl before, that I recall.

"Can I help you guys?" she asked. Her tone was a light, with a hint of perhaps deepness to it. Strange. Normally people were rude to us, before they got the courage up to ask us questions.

Dean piped up first, somehow recovering from whatever he was thinking about. "Yes, we're Dean and Sam Winchester, and we'd like to have a few moments to talk with you. May we come in, miss?"

Wow. That was a side of Dean I'd never seen. He wasn't even trying his con job on the girl, just being polite. That was when she spoke again, her tone hit me, hard. "Did you say Winchester...or are my ears deceiving me?" she asked, her tone light as a butterfly.

"Sure did. Oh, my apologies, what's you're name?" Again, politeness. I really wish he would stop the charade. I received a glance from my brother as he shook his head gently. "Sam, manners, I know you can talk, c'mon." he whispered, low enough for me to hear. I let out a gentle sigh and smiled politely at the female. In return, I got a brilliant smile back.

"Jeez, you really are stupid Dean. No wonder you always got picked on." she mumbled, before smiling again. "Come on, really, you don't remember me?" she asked. Her eyes gave a slight hint of sadness, before she sighed.

I answered this time, "Quite sorry, but no."

She crossed her arms over her chest and huffed. "Christ, you two are dumb as ever. Really. Ugh. Fine, I'll just flat out tell you two, 'cause if I don't, you'll be guessing forever. Name's Isabella Marie Winchester-Swan. Ring some bells?" she asked, as I opened my mouth, almost as if it hit the cement, with a quick glance at Dean, I confirmed he looked the same way - stunned.

So, this girl that we both had just been gaping at, was telling us that she was our sister, the one that had been sent to live with our uncle and aunt, Charlie and Renée, because dad wouldn't take his baby girl, and infant, with him? How could she possibly have survived so long? She had to be what, eighteen, or nineteen by now?

The last I'd seen little Isa was when she was eleven years old, and we were working on our own, since dad was gone. You see, every month, if we weren't on a hunt, I'd take the Impala with Dean, and go out to Phoenix, where aunt Renée was living after her split up from uncle Charlie. When we got there, we'd stay for a little while and play with the adorable Isa.

We would even teach her all about how to kill the supernatural, how to load guns effectively. In the end of that, she ended up being better than Dean and myself. She was a fast loader, unlike us, who were slower. She managed to beat us both at the tactics part too. It was a sad thing to see. I mean, Aunt Renée was laughing her ass off, Step-Uncle Phil found it amusing, and Uncle Charlie was even there, and was using Phil for support.

They found it even funnier when Bella had shot Dean in the leg by accident, and he wobbled and tripped. Now I too found it funny that a girl beat him at his own game, but not so funny of the hospital trip.

Then, the last I saw of her I was nineteen, Dean was twenty-two, when we stopped going to see little Isa, when we started getting larger, more complicated cases from Bobby. That was when we got the case to hunt after these four vampires, even taking ones mate out before the other three escaped quickly. Stupid vampires, they wanted us dead quickly, not even worth compromising with. But, we did it for the sake of our dearest little sister; Isabella; we wanted her safe, and we wanted our revenge.

Dean seemed to recover first from his shock, as he took our sister into a hug. I smiled at the two, it was a funny picture, because Bella hovered over Dean, just like myself. I hoped she was a smart ass, that way Dean would have a good run for his money. I'll admit, I'm not that fun to tease like I used to be.

As soon as my brother released Bella, I engulfed her in a hug. She took me by surprise, but ended up hugging me back, with a grin on her face. She seemed genuinely pleased to actually see us, unlike most people. Then again, she was a hunter, trained by us, or it was because we were too cute too resist. Cute, and Dean, though, don't mix, and he'd kill me over twice if he heard that. Without a second thought in his mind, too.

As soon as I dropped Bella she took a gasp of air, and glared at me. I grinned at her, and then her face lit up. "So, boys, what're you doing here?" she asked, after her slight episode.

Dean grunted, obviously having forgotten the hunt for once. I sighed, and answered. "We're uh, here on note of vampire activity." If it was possible, Bella's face went whiter than any vampire or zombie we'd ever encountered. "Something wrong?" I asked her.

"No. It's just that these vampires are vegetarians, they drink from animals, like that Montana Coven ya'll met. Lenore, right?" she said, quickly, covering up her mistakes. "And the shape shifters are protectors, don't go after them either. Please." she begged.

I was speechless, she knew the other reason we had stopped in town. The damn shape shifters. Dean and I were never really big on them, but ever since they framed us for murders, we just earned a huge dislike toward them altogether.

"Bella," I began, but she put her hand up and cut me off.

"You leave the vampires and shifters alone, and I'll take your offer up from years ago. Or is that not open anymore?"

She was referring to when Dean and I had asked her to join us when she was eleven. She was skilled, and we knew having her by our side would be skillful. As far as I knew our dad, nor Dean had revoked that offer.

"Offer's still standing." Dean murmured, now disappointed he lost two hunts in one day. But it was well worth it, if we got Bella to hunt with us.

"I'll get my guns and gear. Meet you in the Impala. Sam, by the way, I call shotgun!" she exclaimed, throwing herself in the house. You could hear clattering and banging from where we stood as she looked for her items. I sighed, and pulled on Dean's jacket, telling him to get in the car. He complied with a huff, as I got into the backseat.

Minutes later, Bella flew out the door in a flash, and was seated in the front seat, and her bags in the overly cluttered trunk. Dean threw her a grin, and turned on his mullet music, and started the Impala, heading out of town. "To the convenience store!" he exclaimed now, and hit the gas pedal, harder than needed, and we were flying down the small town streets.

Once Dean had hit his mark of the poor convenient store, wiping them clean of all the Hostess, Little Debbie, and salt, he was proud of himself and was stopping for dinner. Of course, it was his favorite, greasy cheeseburger with extra onions. Bella chose to get a salad alongside myself, and when Dean made a sarcastic comment, Bella stabbed him in his hand with a fork. I suppose he did have it coming, I mean he downright insulted all females by saying that, no, wait, I'll spare the comment he made. It's likely to make another appearance soon, anyways.

After dinner, and four fork stabbings later, we were back on the highway, and heading out to see Bobby. He said he had a case for us, but what he didn't know is that Bella was back, and on the Winchester team now.

A/N: Love it? Hate? Reviews are welcomed. It's that little green button down below, that Dean and Sam want you to hit. Chapter two soon maybe.