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B.P.O.V.

"Dean, how much longer till we get there?" I asked, becoming inpatient.

"30 minutes tops, Baby Girl. But we're gonna have to stop for gas." He replied.

"Joy." I mumbled to myself.

"Come on Bells, I'll get you one of those slushy things you like so much." Sam offered me with a smile.

"I'm not five, Sam." I said in a voice that meant to back off. I knew I was being mean to him when he was only trying to be nice, but I've been in a car with two guys for eight hours now, you can see how that would be getting to me.

"I'll get you a large one." I gave him my best smile, and stuck out my hand.

"Deal," And with that, we were on our way.

"Whoa, Bell, slow down, you don't want a brain freeze." Sam told me in a disappointed tone.

"Oh calm down Sammy, kill a demon? Sure! Drink a 28oz slushy, someone call the Brain Po-Po." Dean said in a mock scared voice. I couldn't help it and laughed. Well, that wasn't a very good idea. Next thing I know, slushy is coming out of my nose. It's not a good feeling.

"Aw, not in my car, Bella! Not in my baby!" Dean exclaimed. Sam just started laughing so hard I thought he was going to hurt himself. Jerk.

"Ha, ha. Yes, it's very funny. You all can stop now." I told them, trying to get the stuff out of my nose. Sam calmed down a little while Dean looked like he was going to pass out.

"Dean, are you okay?" I asked him, hoping he was okay. I've seen my brother look like that a few times, and the outcome was never good.

"Did-did you get any on the seats?" He asked me nervously.

"What?" I asked in confusion.

"The seats. Did you get any of that slushy crap on the seats?" He asked in a panicked voice. I rolled my eyes. If there was one thing that could make Dean freak out, it was something happening to his beloved car.

"Is that all you care about?" I yelled at him.

"Right now, yes! Now is my baby okay?"

"Oh, shut up, Dean. Your car is as fine as one over 40 can expect to be." I rolled my eyes again.

"So she's okay?" He asked for the 100th time. I swear, when I finally reached the age of knowing when something was annoying, Dean was the first thing I noticed.

"Dean, she said the car is fine, it's fine. Let it go." Sam told him in a tone much how I was feeling,

"Thank you Sammy, at lest one of my brothers love me." I said loudly into Deans ear. Sitting behind Dean had its perks.

"Oh, I love you; I just love this car more." Dean said with a smirk on his face. I knew that wasn't true (well I hope it isn't true) but I pouted anyway.

"Aw, Izzy, you know I didn't mean it. Don't give me that look." Only he and Sam could call me Izzy and get away with it. And sometimes, I still didn't like it.

"What look, Deanie?" I asked in an all-too-innocent voice. All I had to do was play the cute baby sister card and I had my brothers like that. It was times like these that I liked being a girl. That look and voice just wouldn't work if a boy did it. I didn't want to think how it would be if I was a boy trying to pull that shit. I would probably get the shit kicked outta me.

"That look! The Bella look - the 'I can get whatever I want if I look at you like that' look!"

"I don't know what you're talking about Dean. Did you take your pills today?" I asked as sweetly as I could.

"Oh, shut it Hell-Bells." he glared.

"But if I shut up, then why would I want to give you this?" I replied, taking out the rolled up poster from my handbag.

"Whatca got there, kid?" Dean asked looking in the rear-view mirror. Why does he have to call me kid? I'm only eight years younger than him. Sam took it from my hands gently.

"A list of all the missing people dating back to when it started happening until two weeks ago. Where do you get this?" Sam asked looking impressed.

"I have my ways." I told them, blowing on my nails with a smirk.

"Bella," They both said at the same time.

"You know, you really shouldn't do that. You're not twins," I told them. They didn't say anything; all they did was look at the poster, so I just pushed myself back, and growled. They just laughed. They laughed at me!

"Aw, is the kitty mad?" Dean asked between laughs.

"You growl like a kitten. It's kind of cute!" Sam said while laughing.

"Shouldn't you be keeping your eyes on the read, Dean?" He was looking at the list and I really didn't want to die going 70 M.P.H. on a free-way.

"Shut it kid, I've been driving since I was 12." I really didn't want to know.

"Now, where did you get this?" He asked, his voice still holding amusement.

"I saw this dead kid, so I was like, 'Hey, I see you!' and then they was all 'Oh, well here!' and they gave it to me." I told him with a straight face.

"Bella, be real here." I didn't think Sam would be the one to say that to me. I can never have any fun. I bet ya good old Haley Joel would appreciate a joke like that. My brothers? Not so much.

"I'm sorry. Fine, I got it at the gas station. I took it off the bored when the guy wasn't looking. Happy?" I thought my made-up story was a hell of a lot better than the real one, but hey. Who was I to have any real fun with my brothers all uptight and shit?

"Like I could eat pie!"

"Dean, shut up!" Really.

"But I want me some pie!" He cried. The thing with Dean is, well, he was pretty much a cry baby sometimes. Mostly when he was hungry, but still. It happened.

"Well, I think something supernatural is differently going on up there." Sammy said looking deep in thought.

"Yes, but what?" I asked after a few minutes

"Well, you all can think about that later. Come on, we're here."I looked up to see a small, but nice looking brick house with a black front door.

"Aw, it's kind of cute! Don't you think, Dean?" I asked as I grabbed my bag from the floor of the car.

"Not really." He said, getting out of the Impala and getting his bags out of the trunk. Sam seeing my sad face came over to me and put his arm over my shoulders.

"I think it's nice."I smiled at him.

"Thanks Sammy," He just nodded his head and pulled me along up the steps to the door.

"Tell me why we rented this thing again?" Dean complained.

"One, it's not a 'thing' Dean, it's a house! I never remember having a house…" I started trying to think of a time when we had anything close to one. All I could think of was Bobby's. He's like a second father to us. And he's a hunter too. I looked back to see Sam and Dean with sad looks on their face.

"Look kid, if we could have, you know we never would've picked this life for you." Dean told me. I knew that while Dean liked what he did, he would never want that for his little sister. And I knew Sam never wanted this life for any of us. He wanted to go to college, get married and have a family. And when you're a hunter that's next to impossible, especially when you start as young as we did. But I never really wanted any of those things anyway, so I guess I was okay. At least, I didn't really need any of those things.

"I know, Dean. I know, and I'm not complaining. I just always wanted to have a house where we could all be together and be happy. However, it's nothing if you don't want to be here with me." I told him in a small voice.

"It's not that I don't want to be here, I would be just as happy if we were staying at a motel. You know me kid," he told me in his deep voice.

"Yeah, I know."

"And you know whatever makes you happy makes me happy." Sam told me opening the door to the house.

"Well, looky here. It is a few steps above some motels." Dean said, looking around.

"Are you kidding? This is great! We each get our own room! Look Sam, we have a kitchen!" I told them, jumping up and down. The front rooms weren't very big but they were big enough. Everything was white and I loved it. The house had three bedrooms and one bathroom but that was good enough for me. It's not like we would be staying here longer than a month. That's how long we were supposed to wait for our father. Remembering that made me sigh all over again,

"Again with the sighing, is it that time of the month or something?" Dean asked with a smirk.

"Shut up! And no, it's not." I told him, sticking my tongue out. He just put out his hands and backed away.

"Calm down there, princess. Just asking a question,"

"Well, I like it. Bella, go pick out your room, then get some sleep. You have school tomorrow." Sam told me. Right, like I could forget. The longer we stay in one place, the more schools I have to go to. I went up stairs and picked the bedroom on the far right. I don't know if it was the biggest or the smallest but it looked fine to me. It was painted a light blue and already had a queen size bed, and a small dresser to the right side of the room; that was all but that was good enough for me. It's not like I had much anyway. I opened my bag and pulled out some stuff laying it out on the bed and then I pulled out the picture of me, my mom, Sam, Dean and my dad. My mom was killed when I was just a baby. I didn't even know her, so I guess it was better that way. Not really remembering so I didn't have to feel anymore pain.

"Knock-knock." Sam said as he opened the door. I never got why people said that if they were just going to open the door without you saying 'come in' away. But that could be just me.

"Hey." I nodded to him.

"Hey, how you holding up?" He asked, looking around the room.

"I'm fine Sam, you and Dean don't have to worry about me all the time. You know I'm okay." I told him knowing it was true.

"I know you can take care of yourself, Bells, but I'm your big brother and I'm always gonna be there for you, Dean too." I nodded.

"Sam?" I asked softly.

"Yeah Bells?"

"What was Mom like?" Dean didn't really like to talk about her, and when he did, he didn't tell me much. I think it was too hard on him. There are some things even a hunter couldn't take. I heard him give a long sigh, and then he looked down at the photo in my hands.

"You really want to know?" I just nodded my head still looking at it.

"She was beautiful." He said smiling the smile I love to see on his face, the one that wasn't forced.

"Funny, smart, kind, she was great. And she loved you very much. I remember when she and Dad first came home with you, I was happy finally to have someone smaller than me to pick on." He told me, softly hitting his shoulder to mine. I laughed a little.

"I think Dean was happy to have a new baby sister 'cause he already had a little brother. Everyone was really happy. She used to sing to you, every night. She had a beautiful voice." He told me with a sad smile. I never knew any of this. I quickly wiped at my eyes before any tears could fall. If there was something you needed to know about me it was that I did not cry. I didn't cry when I was four, and Dean was showing me how to ride a bike and I fell off and cut open my knee. I didn't cry when I was ten, and Dad finally told me how Mom died. The whole story. And I didn't cry when I was fourteen, and Dad finally let me go on my first real hunt with them and got thrown into a wall. I just don't cry.

"She loved reading the classics. I think that's where you got it from." He told me with a joking smile.

"She always wanted a girl. Not that she didn't love me and Dean, she did. Nevertheless you know how it is. Everyone want's a little girl to call their own, I didn't think she could be happier with a new born baby girl, me getting ready to start school, and Dean playing little-league, you know? Like nothing could go wrong," He gave a dark laugh when he said that.

"It's harder on Dean than it is on me. He was older, and he remembers more than I do of that night. I'm sorry Bell, but that's all I remember." He took the picture from my hands, and rubbed his thumb over the glass.

"But, I do remember the day this picture was taking. We were at the park, not too far from home; this was the last good time we had as a family together. She was just so happy she had to take a picture with all of us. This was that day." He told me, smiling softly.

"Thank you Sammy, even Knowing a little about her makes me feel better." I told him from the bottom on my heart.

"You're welcome Bells, if you ever want to talk about it or anything just let me know and I'll be there. Okay?"

"Okay." He got up off the bed and put the picture on the nightstand.

"Get some sleep, it's late and you have a big day tomorrow." He told me in mock happiness.

"Shut up. You are so lucky you're too old for school." I told him sighing.

"Don't worry, you're getting there." He said with a laugh.

"Night Bell," He told me, leaving a kiss to my forehead and walking toward the door.

"Sammy?" I called out softly. He turned with his hand on the light-switch.

"Yeah, Bells?"

"I love you." he smiled and turned off the light.

"I love you, too." With that, he closed the door. Right before I fell asleep, I thought I heard Dean yell,

"Sam! Did you get my pie?" But I was tired, after all. Maybe I just wanted some pie.

There's chapter two. Let me know what you think, and if I should keep working on this. I have chapter 3 done and it's much, much better than this one! I hope... Give me some reviews, and I'll post it! And yes. Edward and the Cullen's (and two Hales!) will be in this story! (Next chapter!) Please review! because you know you want too!

Songs for This Chapter:

Bleed American -Jimmy Eat World

Long, Long Way From Home -Foreigner

Crawling -Linkin' Park

How Far we've Come -Matchbox 20

Supernatural -Flyleaf