A/N: I know it's been awhile, and I'm sorry. Here's a little something until I can update again

Chapter 1: I Remember You

Dean never thought they'd be in this position again. Him in the driver's seat, Bella in the passengers. Their fingers intertwined, with Alt-Rock playing on the radio. When he left a year ago, he had resigned himself to his fate. He was destined to die young, and alone. Happiness wasn't in the cards for him, and he was okay with that. "So, Bella, how's Charlie?" He looked over at the brunette, memorizing the glow the moon cast on her face.

"Um," Bella began, "He died, Dean." Bella looked down, using her hair to shield her face.

"I'm sorry," Dean whispered, "I had no idea."

Bella nodded, tucking her hair behind her ears. "It was a, uh, animal attack. Wolves or something. I'm not really sure." She shrugged and sank lower into her seat.

Dean spared a glance at the brunette next to him, and saw the tears threatening to fall. He muttered a quiet shit to himself, and pulled the car to the side of the road. "Bella, look at me," he pleaded.

She sniffled and faced Dean in the moonlight. She took the moment to memorize his face. He was only about 10 years her senior, but somehow looked about 15 years older than her. His eyes had lines around them, his forehead had deep wrinkles set in it. His skin was tan and leathery, littered with scars. "I'm sorry. I'm a mess. You shouldn't have to deal with this." She roughly wiped her eyes and nose, erasing any trace of tears.

"Bella, it's fine. I want to deal with it." Dean grabbed her left hand and placed a soft kiss across her knuckles. "You've been here. For a year. Alone. Dealing with all this on your own. Let me help you." He stared into her brown orbs, begging for an answer.

Bella nodded and shot him a faint smile. "Okay. But, if you want to help me, that means letting me yell at you for leaving me with no explanation."

Dean chuckled, "fair enough," and pulled the car back onto the road. He skimmed the stations until he heard the faint sounds of Skid Row's I Remember You coming across the speakers.

"You know," Bella smiled, "This song was one of the few things that got me through when you left. I was a wreck, but somehow, this song made me feel like you were right next to me."

"This song," Dean sighed, "This song kept me alive. When I was in Hell. I was scared that I would never see your or Sammy ever again. I would let my mind go to that night in La Push, the two of us dancing to this song. It's the only thing that kept me going."

Bella smiled at Dean, and looked at where they were. "Oh, um, I don't live at my dad's house anymore…" she trailed off.

"Okay, then where do you live?" Dean turned to Bella.

Bella looked down, trying not to blush, "Oh, um...I'm actually renting a room from one of the new families in town."

"Renting a room, Bella?! Why? What happened?"

"I , I couldn't do it, not on my own. I mean, yeah, dad had life insurance, but that went to cover his funeral expenses and his last bills. I had to sell the house. I couldn't pay the bills on my own." She looked at him, "And before you say anything, I tried calling Sam, and I tried calling Bobby. Neither one would pick up."

"What do you mean, neither one picked up?" Dean was confused. He gave them both instructions that should Bella call them, they needed to answer. They had- he had left her in danger by exposing her to their world.

Bella sighed deeply and gave Dean a tired look, "Dean," she started quietly, "When you went to, you know, Sam kind of lost it. He went off the deep end. Hanging out with Ruby, trying to make deals to get you back. Bobby has been trying to track him down this whole time."

Dean nodded, "O-o-okay. So, my brother went off the rails. That doesn't explain why Bobby wouldn't help you."

Bella bit her lip, staring anywhere but Dean's face, "Well, Dean, right after you left, that new family moved to town, the one I'm staying with…" she trailed off, trying to get Dean to drop the subject.

"Okay, so a new family moved to town? And Bobby though that what? That you didn't need his help?" Dean was confused.

"No, not exactly," Bella shook her head, "Bobby tried when the new family moved to town, but I wouldn't listen, By the time I figured it out, it was too late. But, I swear, they're really nice, and would never hurt me."

"Bella, I swear to God, tell me what is going on, right now," Dean growled.

"The family I'm staying with, they're Vampires."

Dean slammed on the brakes, sending Bella flying forward. "What do you mean, Vampires?" he shouted. He turned off the car and got out, slamming the door shut.

Bella watched him pace in front of the car, gripping at his hair. She gingerly got out of the car and walked up to him. "Dean," she whispered as she put her hand on his arm, "It's not as bad as it sounds. They drink from animals, they would never hurt me."

Dean scoffed and pushed Bella away from him. "Sure, Bella. I'm supposed to believe that the girl I lo-" he paused, "The girl I care about is safe with a bunch of bloodsuckers."

Bella felt the tears well up in her eyes. "Dean, I'm sorry. But you were gone, and my dad was dead. Sam was off the rails…" she scrubbed at her eyes. "What did you want me to do, live on the street? It's was only ever meant to be temporary. And now that you're back, we can figure something else out."

"Fine, Bella. We'll figure something out. But before we do that, I want to meet these bloodsuckers, and I'm going to serve Bobby his ass on a platter."

A/N: I know, not very long. But, what do you think? Also, I'm trying to decide how much I want the Cullens involved in this...