Hey all! Sorry it took so long but I was citytripping last week (went to Berlin, which was awesome) so that's why the delay. I hope you like it, keep in mind I'm setting some stuff up so if you're disappointed with this one normally the next chapter should kick everything off.

BTW if you like my OCs drop me line in a review.

Chapter 2: Too Many Scary Creatures and Not a Lot of Love.

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It was the heat of the moment

Telling me what your heart meant

Heat of the moment shone in your eyes

And now you find yourself in 82

The disco hotspots hold no charm for you

You cant concern yourself with bigger things

You catch the pearl and ride the dragons wings

Lena looked at her cell as the familiar tune filled the grungy motel room. She was getting used to the cowboys-theme, though she was confused as to why there would be cowboy-themes in North-Dakota anyway.

She decided to take the call, he would keep calling anyway.

'Hi, this is Lena,' she said in her chirpy I'm-a-secretary voice.

'Yeah of course it's Lena, I still know what to dial!' the man on the other side yelled, adding to Lena's enjoyment.

'How may I help you?' she continued.

'Drop the act girly and get your butt over here as soon as you can.'

'You can't tell me what to do you know,' she said matter-of-factly.

'Oh yes I can, you're coming over or I'm tracking you down.'

'What?' Lena pulled the phone from her ear and saw that a red light was beeping, 'you turned on my GPS? That's a violation of my privacy. This is not funny Bobby!'

'Oh good, you're in North Dakota, I'm expecting you for dinner.' Bobby said with a smile on his face.

'You're a Tiran you know that, no actually now I come to think of it you're a manipulating mom!'

'No girly I'm a dad! Now stop hassling me!'

Bobby got her there, for all intense and purposes he was her father, she just needed to deal with that.

'Fine,' she sighed, 'I have a meeting first and then I'll drive over.'

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'So,' Angela said stretching beneath the white sheets.

'So,' Dean mimicked squinting his eyes against the morning light that was pouring in through the window.

Angela hugged her knees as she sat up, Dean noticed her spine and the golden locks that fell loosely on her back.

'What are you staring at?' Angela asked tilting her head.

'The perfect woman?' He replied.

'That's too corny!'

'Yeah I realized it the minute it came out of my mouth,' he smiled.

'So,' she said again while scanning the bedroom.

'You keep saying that but you don't seem to finish it.' Dean said.

'So... you lived with a woman before huh?' she stated calmly.

'How'd you figure that?' he replied defensively.

'It's okay Dean, why haven't you told me? You know I wouldn't have minded?'

'It's no big deal,' he sighed and got up.

'Why are her pictures still up then?'

'Actually Julie took those.' Dean remarked putting on his jeans.

'Dean, wait! Sit down! You're not going to tell me that you put up these pictures made by your sister-in-law.'

'Why not, they're nice?' he said sitting back down with his bare back turned to her.

'Dean come on, who was she?'

'No one, just a woman I used to date.' He said hunching.

'How long did you two dated, or lived together?' she asked.

'Hunny, why are you asking me this? You're not jealous now are you?' Dean tried to shift the subject by smiling his most beautiful smile at her.

'No, I just want to know more about you. Come on, please tell me.' She said pouting her lips getting Dean back for the Angelic smile he threw her.

Dean couldn't resist and reluctantly answered; 'we were together for the better part of two years and half,'

'What was she like?' Angela dared carefully, though she had to swallow hard when she heard Dean was actually capable of a long-term thing.

'She was great,' he admitted, 'she was a not so successful writer. And we had a lot of fun, a lot of fights too now I come to think of it,' Dean said scratching the back of his neck.

'So why did she leave you? One too many fights?' Angela hadn't picked up on the fact that Dean really, really, really didn't want to talk about it but he answered nonetheless because Angela was his girlfriend, his woman now and she deserved to know.

So he signalled with his fingers.

'You left her?'

'Yeah,' he said dipping his head.

'Why?'

'It's complicated.' He replied turning away from her again.

She finally got the hint and crawled over to him. She pressed her bare breasts against his naked back and started kissing his neck. Normally Dean would go crazy for this but now he felt a bit dirty, like he was betraying someone. He shook of that feeling and all the thoughts that just had been brought forward again he put back where they belonged, in a small locked box in his mind. And when he had done that, he kissed his angel back and his jeans became untied again.

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Lena was nervously awaiting Astrid, she had led her into her office but had then disappeared on her. For some reason Lena just knew that Astrid was going to break some bad news to her. Just before Lena lost her mind, Astrid walked back in.

'So,' the tall dark-haired woman said as she took a seat next to Lena's in front of the large oak desk instead of behind it, another bad sign.

'Lena hun, we go back a long way now,' she said putting a hand on Lena's knee, which made Lena extremely uncomfortable.

'Just spit it out okay, I'm a grown woman. I'm no longer that fragile thing that came knocking six years ago. Where are you going with this?' Lena replied.

'It's the new manuscript,' she said hesitantly.

'What about it?'

'I can't publish it.' She said with regret in her voice.

Lena didn't know how to react, she was actually stunned by the rejection. After being rejected over and over again by every publishing house, Astrid had been the one that had published all her books up to now and she had been thrilled with them from the beginning, whether the sales were good or bad. Now that Lena thought about it, sales had never been better. Her last three books were going into their second and even third printing. The one she wrote in Europe, Roots, was even being translated in various other languages. She had even refused offers from other publishers because she felt she owed Astrid her success or failure.

'Look hun, you know what kind of books roll out of here, Romantic novels. We shouldn't have even published Roots but I pulled some strings because I like you but this last one it's going too far.'

'What do you mean, they're all selling well, I don't see the problem.' Lena said confused.

'Look, Roots, was probably the best book I ever read. A woman going back to her home trying to find out where it went wrong, all the while trying to get over the man who broke her heart in a million tiny pieces. I mean, it took my breath away.'

Lena nodded uncomfortably as if Astrid knew the entire thing had been based on her own life.

'And you made it even more poignant by letting your heroine fight actual demons, while everyone knows it was a metaphor for the pain she was experiencing but it was thrilling just the same.' she continued.

'A metaphor, yeah right,' Lena muttered.

'What?'

'Nothing,'

'Look, I have a friend over at a thriller publishing house, he has been begging me to let you go and I'm sure you and him will get along great. Because hunny, let's face it, though the first one in your new genre definitely had that psychological aspect, the last two and this manuscript are solely thrillers with lots of meaningless sex and an empty heroine who lost her way. The psychology aspect has completely dissolved and made way for changelings, vampires and werewolves, which is fine' she continued, 'but it's not us.'

Lena gulped at the words: meaningless sex and an empty heroine? Was that who she had become? She didn't consider herself a heroine but she did write about her own life. The shock hit her hard as she was dumped by her publisher and the fact that she was now officially heartless in the literal sense.

'Thank you Astrid, I appreciate everything you have done for me. And I will get in touch with your friend.'

Lena started to make her way to the door but Astrid stopped her.

'How have you been lately Lena?'

'Me? I'm fine,' she replied with a smile on her face. Lena had become an expert in hiding her true self and placing on a mask.

'Good, good,' Astrid replied fooled by the expertly designed disguise, 'You talked to Dean lately?'

'Who?'

'Dean Winchester? The hero in all of your romantic novellas? Come on, you honestly thought I didn't know it was him?' Astrid said triumphantly like it was such a hard code to crack, everyone who knew both of them back then knew her short stories were based on Dean's life.

'He's fine, I think,'

'So that's a no on the talking?'

'Yeah, that's a no.' Lena replied almost sighing and shaking her head as she left the building.

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'Shouldn't we get up?' Angela asked.

'Why?' Dean replied muffled through the golden hair as he had placed his head in the nook of her head and shoulder.

'Because I'm starting to get hungry.'

Dean always replied to the word hunger, whenever, wherever... if anyone mentioned it he would get that rumbling feeling in his stomach.

'Let's go then,' he said as he jumped back in his jeans and led her downstairs.

'So this is it huh?' Angela wasn't exactly that hungry, she never was in the morning just a cup of joe would suffice, but she was damn curious what the rest of the house would look like by daylight. She noticed the female touches immediately. The candlesticks, the pictures, a magazine rack... but she also noticed that a bachelor was living here. There was dirty laundry, empty pizza boxes and empty beer bottles scattered around the place. It wasn't exactly super messy but still messy enough. She wandered around while Dean was in the kitchen preparing some sort of breakfast out of whatever was left in the fridge.

She paused when she got to the table behind the cream-coloured couch. There were some pictures of Dean by the Grand Canyon and there was one with a woman. The frame had been broken once, she noticed but the glass seemed fairly new and the picture seemed worn somehow.

'This must be her,' she whispered to herself. The strange thing was she recognized the woman.

'Dean?' she yelled to the kitchen.

'Yeah?' he replied while the kettle screamed.

'Who did you say she was again?'

'What?' Dean asked coming out of the kitchen.

'Your ex-girlfriend, who did you say she was again?'

Dean cringed at the word ex-girlfriend, he didn't know why but it just felt so wrong and it didn't do justice at all to what they had shared once. True she was not his girlfriend anymore, so yes she was an ex but the entire word just felt wrong. Ex-soul mate, maybe. Ex-limb, sure.

'I didn't say,' Dean replied dipping his head, 'her name is Lena, Lena Dylan.'

'Aaaah!' Angela screamed surprising Dean to no end.

'What?'

'Oh my God! You actually dated Lena Dylan? No way, you're fucking with me aren't you?'

'Babe, If I were fucking you, you would be on your back or on your knees right now, so no I'm not fucking with you and what the hell are you talking about!?' Dean asked.

'You said non-successful writer!'

'Yeah, she was.'

'Dean, come on have you been living under a rock? Look I've been a fan since I first read Grand Canyon Murders' Angela rambled

'Grand Canyon Murders was her third I think.' Dean said still unsure what was going on.

'Yeah, right, but now she's like a hype or something.'

'Seriously?'

'Oh my God, yes, I heard Pixar was negotiating to buy the rights to Roots.'

Dean suddenly remembered how big a part he had played in Roots, it was the first one where he hadn't taken centre stage but had been the cause instead of the solution for the fictional events.

Suddenly Angela put two and two together as she looked at Dean's pictures on the table.

'What?' he asked.

'It's you isn't it?'

'I don't know what you're talking about,' he said coyly.

'You are Mr Wesson, the lead in no less than five books.'

'Wooow! No I certainly am not. That guy cries in at least three of them. Come on!'

'So you read them all?'

'I was dating her, kind of mandatory don't you think?' the fact that he had almost worn out the copies he had he wisely didn't say.

'So you're not Mr Wesson?' Angela said disappointed.

'No,'

'So you're not hung like a donkey then and you can not bring a woman to the verge of all eternity?' Angela smiled.

'Well, I guess some stuff was indeed based on me.' Dean admitted.

Angela smiled as if she had found all the answers.

'What?' Dean asked while he put two bowls of cornflakes and two cups of coffee on the table.

'You broke up two and half years ago right?'

Dean counted back and could hardly believe that it had been this long, especially since he secretly still hoped she was just out with friends and could walk through that door any minute now.

'Yeah,'

'That's when she wrote Roots, you are the one who broke her heart, causing her to flee all the way back to her home country. To see if she could find a shred of her own self again.'

'Now you're exaggerating again. I didn't break her heart,' Dean replied.

'Yeah, she still has literary freedom of course.'

'So she's doing good huh?' Dean asked his new girlfriend.

'Yeah she must be doing well, though I must say, I haven't been a fan of her last book.'

'Why is that?'

'Too many scary creatures and not a lot of love.' Angela replied putting the spoon in her mouth.

And with those last significant words Dean knew that he could never tell Angela the truth about himself and his life or even the truth about his relationship to Lena Dylan, the now, apparently, successful writer.

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'Good to see you girl,' Bobby exclaimed hugging her tight. He didn't like what he felt though, there used to be more to hug.

'Hey Bobby,' Lena replied taking in the smell of what a father should smell like, he had been hanging over a stove for at least an hour, she guessed. And just in that moment she felt safe and home, almost enough to let her guard down, 'can you give me some air old man?' she added faking the chocking sounds.

Bobby led her to the family room and she saw that the table was already set, and although it was just the two of them his place was still at the head of the table.

'Please sit down,' Bobby encouraged but when Lena looked at all the food that had been prepared for tonight she felt sick to her stomach.

'Oh Bobby, this is really nice but I just got some bad news and I'm not really hungry,'

'I know it sounded like a request but it wasn't, sit down!' In a blink of an eye Bobby's mood had changed for the worse.

Lena took her seat and stared at Bobby wide-eyed; 'jeez, what crawled up your ass and died?'

'This,' Bobby yelled as he pulled out a book and planted in on the table with a noise that made one of the glasses fall over.

'And this,' he continued slapping another book on the table.

'Oh and this,'

'Nice to see your eyes haven't deserted you old man,' Lena said.

'I ain't joking girly! This ain't no joke!'

'What the hell Bobby, cut the crap and just tell me what you need to say so I can get out of here!' Lena had just about enough of Bobby's intimidating behaviour. She had quit the family and would like to be left alone for once. Bobby had no say in her live anymore and it's about time he realized it.

'You! Are! Hunting!?' Bobby was now absolutely steaming.

'What gave you that idea?'

'Don't Lena! Just don't! For once don't spew a lie and tell me the truth.'

Lena had to pause, she had stood up during Bobby's ranting and was now leaning hard on the back of her seat.

'What do you want me to say Bobby?' she finally dared to utter.

'I want you to tell me I'm wrong, that you're not risking your life and going of on your own without training or knowledge. Tell me that you're not fighting the supernatural to prove something to Dean,'

Lena stayed silent for a minute and then uttered; 'I'm not trying to prove anything,'

'You stupid, stupid girl! What the hell is wrong with you? You know what, I blame myself, I should've seen it before,' Bobby took the first book again and read the intro on the back, 'that vampire-clan down in Texas was you, wasn't it?'

Lena didn't answer but she pouted her lips and looked the other way.

'That zombie issue we had down in Nevada?'

Again Lena didn't answer.

'Don't tell me you were involved in that skinwalker thing in Mississippi where one hunter died!?'

'No actually I wasn't,' Lena said relieved.

'Sit down,' Bobby said calmly now, sighing while he took a seat himself.

Lena did as she was told and felt like she was awaiting a sentence from a judge.

'Why?' Bobby asked rubbing his forehead.

'I don't know it just kind of happened, did you know there was a vamp-clan in Italy?'

'Yeah, as a matter of fact I did.'

'Well I took this tourist tour and what do you know, vampires. It was kill or be killed. And you know what?'

Bobby looked up as he heard the change of tone in her voice.

'I fucking loved it! All of a sudden that daze I was living in cleared up and I took control! I had become this weak, whining little bitch, crying over a lost love, I was practically begging to die but when I was actually confronted by those fangs I suddenly found my strength back. Do you have any idea how good that felt? Knowing that you want to live, and that you fight for it?' Lena was now really looking into Bobby's eyes, for some reason she wanted him to understand and for some reason he actually did. She saw the comprehension in his eyes, anger made way for kinship.

'Is there anything I can say to make you stop? Don't you see how dangerous this is? You're on your own.' He said softly.

'Sorry Bobby, look I'll tell you a little secret. I'm never on my own.'

'What d'ya mean?'

'There are hunters everywhere, I find a hunt, call in the closest hunter, whine, beg and drop your name before they actually believe me and then we're off. Just Italy, that one I did on my own.'

'I still don't like it,'

'Look Bobby, I'm stronger than I lead on and I'm a lot smarter too. Yes, I'll admit I don't have the background and teachings like other hunters, yes I rolled into it on my own but please understand, we're fighting for the same thing here. Aren't we?'

'Yeah, I guess we are,'

Bobby stayed silent for a minute and as he mulled things over he scooped up two plates of all the things that had been getting cold. The both of them ate in a somewhat uncomfortable silence and watched the flames of the candlesticks play. Lena didn't know what was going on in Bobby's head right now but the fact her hair wasn't full of mashed potatoes was a good sign. Bobby on the other hand did not like the situation at all. He had read the books and liked the stories but he should have put two and two together much, much sooner. He couldn't believe what he had heard just now. He honestly had some sort of hope that Lena would explain that it was all fiction and shit she had made up, but he knew, from the beginning, the details were too correct to ever be just fiction. He could hit his head with a frying pan right about now.

'Bobby,'

'Hmm,' the old man grunted.

'Don't tell him,'

Bobby looked up from his plate and didn't understand until she looked him straight in the eyes and added: 'please?'