AN: Super sorry about disappearing on you guys. Anyway this is a one-shot for my story; A Life Left Behind. Enjoy and I'll have some more of that story up soon.
I sat there, watching the phone, hoping that it wouldn't ring. It had been a month since I had left Phoenix and moved to Forks. I sigh and get up, walking to the kitchen to grab a beer. Just as I open the fridge the phone rings. I run to it and pick it up. "Hello?" I say cautiously and Bobby's voice answers back. "Sabrina, its Bobby, listen I know there is no easy way to say this but…" "What is it Bobby? Are the guys alright?" I ask. "Well Sabrina, that's the thing. Dean…Sam and Castiel couldn't save him from the Hellhounds. He is dead." This was what I had been dreading. The phone fell from my hands. 'This can't be happening, he couldn't be gone. He said he was going to come home…' I slowly slid down the wall next to the phone and heard Sam's voice. "Sabrina, its Sam, listen I know this is hard but I promise that it's going to be alright. If you want I can have Cas come and get you." I pick up the phone with shaky hands and reply, "No Sam, it's not going to be alright. I…. I don't want to see any of you for a while. Just send me the card when….when the funeral is scheduled and I will come down to it." I hang up the phone and let the tears flow. I sit there for a long time, simply staring at the door, expecting Dean to walk in and tell me that everything is alright. After a good few hours the door does open, only to reveal Edward and Jacob. Edward runs over and crouches next to me. "Bella? Bella! Bella answer me please, at least look at me." He shakes me franticly and looks at Jacob. "She won't respond, what is wrong with her?" he asks, panicked. Jacob shrugs and Edward picks me up and takes me to my room. I finally start to squirm and kick at them. I don't want to go to my room, I don't want them to see my room, it is full of memories and pictures of him and I can't bear to be in there. I roll out of Edwards grasp and run out of the house. I hear them call out after me but I don't listen, I just keep running towards the woods. Suddenly, a pair of cold, hard, arms wraps around me and I collapse, screaming and crying. Edward just sinks down with me and holds me. I pull away from him and run into Jacob. I back away from him and give up. It seems pointless to run, considering that running away wouldn't bring Dean back and they would follow me. I couldn't stand to see Castiel, Bobby, Sam, or anyone else from my past. I give up and follow them back to the house, clutching the heart shaped locket Dean had given me. That little locket had been one of his last gifts to me; it had angel wing shaped doors with a picture of us and our initials. I trudged into the kitchen and slumped back down onto the floor, Edward and Jacob were immediately at my side, arguing. "Did you do something to her bloodsucker?!" "No, I would never hurt Bella!" "Then what's the matter with her?" "How should I know; I just got here!" They just kept fighting and the more they fought the more I blamed Dean for not keeping his promise. 'You promised you would come home Dean…What happened to that?' I thought angrily, pulling off my necklace and chucking it across the kitchen. This made the boys stop arguing and look at me, confused and surprised at the outburst. I laid my head on my knees, tired and defeated, and Edward picked me up and placed me on the couch in the living room. I curled up on the cushions and fell into a dark, dreamless sleep, lulled by their quiet voices.