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Summary Change: While on the path to finding his father and keeping his brother safe, Dean Winchester falls in love. Bella Swan is a girl with a bad past but for the first time in years, she finds happiness. Can Bella and Dean build a life together? One that will last?

Author's Note: This chapter takes place in the Shadows Episode. Look for hint... hints, hints, hints! :D

... enjoy.

Dean Winchester

"Did you get it?"

I closed the door to the motel room and lifted up the bag of clothes, before dropping them down on the bed and flopping back on to it with a deep sigh. We were in Chicago and looking into a murder of a girl who was ripped apart in her apartment.

"Look, dude," I looked over to the other bed at my brother as he addressed me, "You've been moping around for months. Is this about Cassie?"

"What?" I sat up, "No."

"I know she meant a lot-"

"She was just a distraction, dude." I gave him a look.

Realization dawned on his face and I knew I was in for it. I rolled my eyes and flopped back down onto the bed and waited for him to start giving me a lecture.

A few minutes passed by, and Sam still didn't say anything. When I looked over at him, he was glaring at his laptop.

"Sam? You okay, man?"

"Huh?" He looked over at me, "Right, yeah. Um," He swallowed, "I gotta tell you something, Dean."

I sat up, "Tell me."

"You know how I went through her things and found her I.D.'s right?"

I nodded, and watched as he pulled a manila folder out of his laptop bag. He turned to me and lifted it up.

"Well, I did some research."

"Sam-"

"Don't," He raised his hand, "I know you want to know what I found, so save the lecture."

I sighed, and waved my hand, "Alright, hit me, what'd you get?"

"Well," He opened up the manila folder, "She has some pretty good connections, let me tell you. Because both these identity's are pretty legit. They both have birth certificates, high school diplomas, bank accounts; even taxes are handled on both identities."

I twirled my finger, "Okay, and?"

"But that's as far as it goes. There's no hospital records for when she was a child or jobs when she was a teenager."

"Okay, so she was a healthy kid and rich to boot, so what?"

"She wouldn't be a hunter if she was rich, Dean."

I shrugged. He was right.

"So I went back further. I searched both names narrowed down it down by using the places they were stated to be born in. Annabelle McCarty was born in Gatlinburg, Tennessee, while Isabol Whitlock was born in Houston, Texas. So using that information, I found some interesting stuff."

I leaned in as he flipped through some paper and produced two family portraits.

"Annabelle and Isabol are both real people."

"So she's doing identity fraud," I put the pictures down, "We do that too, it comes with the job."

"Here's the interesting part." He picked up the older looking picture, "This right here is the Whitlock family in 1961. That is Isabol Whitlock and that is her older brother, Jasper Whitlock. He was a soldier in the Confederacy."

"Okay?" I didn't get it.

That girl didn't look anything like Bella. Other than the brown curly hair, there was no resemblance. So why was he showing this to me?

"He went missing two years later while out on a mission. They found blood and his horse, that's it."

"What does he have to do with anything?" I looked away from the picture of the man with curly hair and an easy smile.

"Just wait," He picked up the other picture and pointed at two siblings, "This is the McCarty family in 1934. That is Annabelle McCarty and her older brother, Emmett McCarty. He went missing a year later while out hunting. They think it was a bear attack, but here's the thing, they only found the bear with its head snapped and blood all over the forest floor."

"Like I said, what does this have to do with Bella?"

I put down the picture of the family with the dimpled man and looked at Sam. That girl didn't look like Bella either. Just the dimples, that was it.

"Well, I felt like I had to exhaust all options, so I checked out their names. Every few years, a new Jasper Whitlock and Emmett McCarty would pop up. I checked into it, and they're identities are as legit as Bella's. Birth certificates, high school diplomas, college diplomas, marriage certificates each time to the same people, a Rosalie and Alice, and then to top it off, death certificates."

"Death certificates?"

He nodded, "Every 18-22 years, they would just… die; car accidents, plane crashes, almost everything and anything."

"Huh."

"Exactly."

There was something definitely there.

"But what about Bella?" I asked.

"I checked out the bank accounts and they weren't actually used until four years ago."

"The time when Bella said she started hunting." I observed.

"Right," He paused, "This is where it starts getting freaky, Dean."

"Tell me."

I was practically at the edge of my seat.

"I ran the names of Emmett and Jasper, along with their wives names Rosalie and Alice. I couldn't find much on McCarty and Whitlock, but Cullen was a whole other story. So, I ran a search for the name in the past decade." He grimaced, "They had the same story with all the identities, but I got the names, Carlisle Cullen, his wife, Esme Cullen and the name Edward Cullen too. And it seemed Emmett and Alice were siblings going by Cullen, as were Rosalie and Jasper, but instead they were going by Hale. If that's was true, I'm not so sure about that. Though I have a strong feeling it isn't."

Sam picked up the whole folder and plopped it down on my lap.

"I ran a search on the name Cullen and Bella," He nodded towards the folder, "and that's everything I got."

I opened the folder, "Forks, Washington?"

He nodded, "Turns out Carlisle Cullen was a doctor at the local hospital, and his kids went to high school there. And so did one, Isabella Swan."

"Isabella Swan." I repeated.

"Sound familiar, Dean? Did she look familiar to you?"

My brows furrowed as I tried to remember ever meeting her before.

"I don't know, I don't think so." I said looking up at him, only to see him holding the box filled with our families pictures inside.

He opened the box and picked up the pictures, quickly scanning through them. He stopped at a picture before handing it to me. It was a picture I vaguely remember seeing before. Sam was just a few months old, and was in Mom's arms, while I sat on Dad's lap. Beside them was a familiar couple, the man with his arms wrapped around the woman's slightly swollen stomach.

"That's Charlie and Renee Swan. Right there," He pointed at the woman's pregnant stomach, "Is their unborn daughter."

"Are you telling me that we knew her when we were kids?" I asked looking at him incredulously.

"No," He shook my head, "I'm saying Dad knows her. I looked into it… and Charlie Swan and Dad were Marine buddies. And they were hunting buddies."

"How do you –"

Sam picked up Dad's journal, "This is just small note, 'C.S. got hurt today. His mind was on other things, Nay was leaving him and taking B. Was this my fault? Did I ruin my best friends happiness?' I checked it out Dean, two years after mom died, Bella was around one year old and Renee divorced Charlie."

"Our Dad's new each other." I stated.

Sam clarified, "They were best friends, Dean."

"Wow" I breathed, "Do you know where he lives? How to get a hold of him? Maybe he knows where Dad is… But that doesn't explain Bella using a fake identity."

"That's because Isabella Swan died four years ago after a house fire with her, um..." He looked down at his lap sadly, "with her father, Charlie Swan, and a teenager named Jacob Black."

"What?" I breathed, "And her mother?"

"Her mother and step father died a week before." Sam ran a hand through his hair, "Also a house fire."

If I hadn't been sitting, I'm pretty sure I would've busted my ass by the informational blow I just got hit with. I sat in complete silence as I stared at nothing. This was a lot of info but it still opened a lot more questions.

Questions only Bella could answer. And well, she wasn't exactly here, was she?

"Could you imagine?" Sam asked, "She's been alone for four years. I mean… I had you, ya know? But she didn't have anybody. And I was such a dick to her."

"Dude," I sighed, "She didn't even pay attention to your attitude. She completely ignored you."

I flopped back on the bed, "It explains what she said though…"

"What?" Sam asked.

"She said, 'It was good to finally meet you, Dean.' Like she had already knew who we were."

"She did call us out by our names," He murmured, "I bet that's what she was pissed off at Scotty about. Her Dad must've kept a journal like ours did, and it mentioned us in it. And that man stole it."

"It does explain it," I yawned, "I'd go crazy too, if someone took Dad's journal."

"Yeah, let's get some shut eye before we go out."

I nodded, and closed my eyes. I tried to relax my body, but I knew sleep wouldn't come easy. Not with so much on my mind now.

My body was in pain as I walked in front of Sam inside the motel hallway. My face was dripping with blood and his wasn't any better. The creepy ass shadow monsters fucked our asses up.

Meg was a bitch. Plain and simple. I wished I could've been the one to tear her apart.

"Why didn't you just leave that stuff in the car?" I pointed to the duffle bag.

"I've said it before and I'll say it again, better safe than sorry." Sam answered.

I nodded as I stuck the key in the door and opened our motel room. I walked inside, Sam following behind me and closing the door, as I saw a shadowy figure standing in front of our window.

"Hey!"

Sam turned on the lights just as the man turned away from window. He smiled at us as he revealed himself. To say Sam and I were shocked was an understatement.

"Dad"

"Hey boys." He greeted.

Sam and I shared a glance, silently asking each other if we saw it too. Apparently, Dad was actually here. It wasn't the figment of my imagination. I walked over to Dad, meeting him in the middle of the motel room, and gave him a strong hug.

I had never felt so relieved to see this man in my entire life.

"Hey Sam." Dad turned to him.

"Hi, Dad." Sam nodded towards him and put down the duffle.

"Dad it was a trap," I felt guilty for him coming out here, "I didn't know, I'm sorry."

"It's alright," He smiled sadly, "I thought it might have been."

My brows furrowed, "Were you there?"

"Yeah, I got there just in time to see the girl take the Swan dive," He chuckled, "She was the bad guy, right?"

"Yes Sir." Sam and I answered in unison.

"Good, now," He paused, "It doesn't surprise me, it's tried to stop me before."

"The Demon has?" Sam perked up.

"It knows I'm close." He nodded, "And he knows I'm gonna kill it. Not just exercise it or send it back to Hell, actually kill it."

"How?" I was shocked.

He smiled, "I'm workin' on it."

"Let us come with you," Sam started, "We'll help."

Dad shook his head, "No, Sam. Not yet."

Oh, here we go…

"Listen, try to understand," Dad reasoned, "This Demon is a scary son of a bitch. I don't want you caught in the crossfire. I don't want you hurt."

"Dad, you don't have to worry about us." Sam argued.

"Of course, I do." Dad looked between the both of us, "I'm your father."

Unsaid words filled with emotions resonated around the room as we all stared at each other. It was times like these that I didn't know what to do with myself.

I was not an emotional guy.

"Listen, Sammy," Dad looked down, "Last time we were together, we had one hell of a fight."

"Yes, sir."

Dad nodded, "It's good to see ya again. It's been a long time."

Sam swallowed, "Too long."

Sam and Dad finally pulled each other into a hug. I could hear them sniffling and taking shuddering breathes as they were overcome with emotion, while I sat on the sidelines. They finally pulled away from each other and Dad turned to me.

But before he could say anything, he was thrown across the room and Sam was getting cut by something invisible.

"No!" I yelled, as I was thrown across the room.

I quickly realized that it was a shadow demon as they threw me around the room, when I caught a glance at Dad, seeing him pinned and a shadow looming over him, scratching him as he yelled out. There was a banging noise, like someone was trying to get into the room, as I tried to sit up.

The door flew open and a small figure dressed in black ran in.

"CLOSE YOUR EYES!" They yelled, "Shut your eyes! Do it now!"

I closed my eyes just in time it see a bright light fill the room. I squinted my eyes open as I felt myself being released.

"Dean, grab your dad!" The person yelled, "Sam, where are you?"

"Right here!"

I struggled to get up and make my way across the room, "Dad?"

"Over here!"

We were all coughing from the smoke, as I used the wall to prop myself up and guide me to where Dad was. I finally got to him and helped him up, propping his arm around my shoulder, as I carried most of his weight. We made it through the door, with Sam and the new person right behind us. I led us towards the staircase and started helping Dad down.

Glancing back, I felt my heart kick start as I realized who the small figure was. Her small build was dwarfed by Sam but she seemed to have no problem propping him up like I was doing with Dad.

"Bella, what are you doing here?" I coughed.

"I'm saving your ass that's what I'm doing," She ground out, shifting some of Sam's weight, "Now, move."

We threw the door open that led into the alleyway, where I had parked the Impala.

"Alright, come on," Sam opened the back door and threw our duffle into the back seat, "We don't have much time. Soon as the flares out, they'll be back. Help me get Dad in the car."

"Oh, he's not coming with us." Bella said opening the front door to the Impala and throwing her book bag in.

"What do you mean 'he's not coming with us'?" Sam glared at her, "Of course, he is."

"We don't have time for this," She rolled her eyes, "I'll be waiting in the car. Give you guys a minute to say goodbye."

She quickly got in the car and slammed the door shut. Sam was about to open the door to argue with her, but I had to stop him.

She was right…

"Wait, wait, wait," He looked at me, "Sam, wait." I looked at Dad, "Dad, you can't come with us."

"What? What are you talking about?" Sam gasped, "Are you seriously going to listen to her?"

"She's right." I paused, "This isn't about her, its about Dad."

"Dean, we should stick together." Sam tried to reason, "We'll go after this demon together."

"Sam," I growled, "Listen to me."

Sam stared at me, shock written clearly on the planes of his face.

I swallowed, "We almost got Dad killed in there. Don't you understand? They're not gonna stop, they're gonna try again, and they're gonna use us to get to him. I mean, Meg was right." I paused, "Dad's vulnerable when he's with us. He's stronger without us around."

I turned away when Sam started pleading with Dad to stay with us. I caught Bella's eye from her seat in my car. She smiled at me, the right side of her lip tugging up further, making it look more like a smirk, and her dimple to pop out more than the one on the left. Her hazel eyes looked tired and darker than I ever remembered seeing them.

As the conversation quieted, I turned my attention away from the beautiful girl in my car back to my family. Dad looked at me, giving me a meaningful glance before nodding and walking away. Sam and I watched as he climbed into his truck, I turned away not wanting to watch him leave us again.

"Now, before you start bitching," Bella lowered the window, "You're in no condition to drive right now. And only I know where I parked. So shut up and get in."

I sighed, not wanting to get into another argument, "Let's go, Sam."

Sam climbed into the backseat as I walked over to the passenger side and climbed in. I handed Bella the keys as I leaned back. She turned on the car and pulled away from the alley and away from Dad, before she started speeding down the streets of Chicago.

Soon we were pulling up beside the warehouse where Meg held us and parking behind a dark Porsche.

"That yours?" I nodded towards the car.

She shrugged and turned off the car, "was," She winked, "For about 17 hours. Couldn't believe my luck when I found it with the keys in the visor. Anyway, get some sleep. I'll be right back."

I watched as she got out of the car and pulled a set of keys out of her pocket before clicking on a button and making the trunk pop up. I leaned my head back, and glanced at the rearview mirror to see Sam sleeping in the back seat; I rolled my shoulders and tried to get comfortable, while keeping an eye on the girl in front of me.

She pulled out two duffle bags, throwing them onto the ground before grabbing her guitar case and bringing it over to the Impala, where she put it down next to Sam. She grabbed the duffle bag and motioned for me to pop open the trunk. I did and she threw in her bags.

I got out of the car when I saw her struggling to get her trunk out of the back of her stolen car.

"Need some help?" I asked.

"I got this, but we need to get out of here fast. Can you start wiping down the drivers side?" She handed me the napkin, "Don't get any blood inside."

I nodded and took the napkin. I walked around the Porsche and used the napkin over my hand to open the car, before I started wiping it down, erasing Bella's fingerprints from the car. Once I was done, Bella was halfway to the Impala with the trunk. I came up behind her and picked it up from her, and carried it to the back of the trunk.

Thank God for huge trunks…

"You have a lot of stuff." I groaned, pushing the trunk inside.

"I'm a girl." She explained, like that was reason enough.

"You're a hunter." I corrected her, "Anybody ever tell you to travel light?"

She sighed and looked down at my trunk that was now filled with her stuff, "This is all I have."

It was a simple statement. Could be seen as her saying 'there could be more' by anybody.

But me. I caught her meaning.

This was all she had.

"Why are you putting your stuff in our trunk?"

We both looked up from the trunk at the new voice. Sam must've woken up when I dropped the trunk, making the car bounce a little. Bella gave him a blank look before slamming the trunk closed.

"Well, I'm coming with you guys, of course."

Author's Note

Bella's baaaack!

And so the story truly begins.

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