The next morning Dean woke both of us up. He didn't look surprised to find both of us naked in Sam's bed, but didn't comment on it. "We have a problem," was all he said, giving us both a pointed look and leaving the room.

"Shocking," i muttered to myself. God, it was just one thing after a-freaking-nother. I pulled my shirt back on, followed my shorts. I moved towards the door, prepared for overdrive and Sam caught my wrist, spinning me to face him.

"I was serious about what i said last night," he said, all business look on his face.

"So was i," he smiled, and it reached his eyes, which was knew in itself, but i couldn't help the weird feeling that twisted in my stomach knowing i was the cause of that smile. He kissed me lightly, leading me down the stairs and into the living room. Dean was pacing and Bobby just looked pale.

"What's going on?" i asked, frowning at them.

"I may scared of them a little," a familiar and highly amused voice said behind me. Sam and i spun to see Mara leaning against the door frame. "Your sigils are kind of off boys. Whole different species."

"What species would that be?" i asked frowning. So we weren't angels? I hadn't thought so, based on my current attitude, but then again, i wasn't sure what to think.

"Wouldn't want to ruin the punch line, would i?" she asked grinning.

"But you do know," i summarized.

"Mm," was all she said, and everyone tensed as she moved into the room, coming to a stand in front of the books on the desk. "You'll be happily surprised, i'm sure."

"What makes you so sure?" Sam asked coldly, not liking how sure she seemed.

"Because Sammy, i was thrilled, as was our dear brother," she said evenly, not even glancing up as she flipped through the pages of the book of revelations. "So i hear your gunning for Lucifer, quite frankly i think you have bigger fish to fry, but who am i question the Winchester wisdom, i suppose it's more of a Winchester hit list," she said thoughtfully.

"What do you want?" Dean asked harshly. The colt appeared in her hand and she waved it at us, still not looking up from the book.

The colt that each of us had failed to collect before we left Carthrage. "Thought i'd return this, it is useless to the rest of us, afterall," she said flipping it and holding out for Dean to take. He stared uneasily, but took it, careful not to actually touch her.

"Thanks," he said awkwardly, lifting back the end piece to check the ammunition. He clicked the lever into place and pointed it at her. She didn't even look up.

"Might want to save those bullets for someone they can actually kill, i happen to like this shirt," she said and i gave Dean a death glare. He pulled the trigger and i had rushed forward, hitting him hard. We all turned to see her stumble a little, mostly in surprise. She lifted her shirt off, no shame at all as she showed up a black lace bra. She flipped the shirt, staring at the gaping hole in it.

"I aint getting you anymore bullets when you run out, i liked this shirt," she said frowning even more. I turned to Dean, outraged and hit him hard for a second time. I took the gun from him, tossing it across the room, and before i could hit him again strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me off of him. I gave him a good kick in the ribs though.

"Damn Bella, if i had known you were so angry i would've jumped in front of the hunter's ages ago. I heard Gordon Walkers five kinds of crazy, he still up and kicking?" she asked grinning as if she'd said the funniest thing in the world. I wanted to hit her too, and i tried to, but Sam kept hold of me. She grinned even wider.

"What the hell, Bella? What the hell did you hit me for?" Dean asked, holding his head up, blood sliding down his face.

"You shot my sister you ass! With the colt!" i tried to hit him again, but Sam just carried me outside. He set me down and i glared up at him.

"What's got you so pissed off?" he asked frowning at me. "You were fine last night."

I rolled my eyes at him, "oh? Just fine?" he got a weird look on his face and then i couldn't help but laugh at him. He rolled his eyes at me, his cheeks reddening and he said nothing.

I sobered up for a moment and then thought of how to answer a question i didn't even understand.

"I dont know, i'm just so bi-polar lately, it's unnerving."

"You think your sister was like that when she first got back?" he asked, weary of the answer, but needing it anyways.

"I dont know what she was like. You can't compare me to her, or Kade, i didnt grow up the way they did. Up until Edward, i was pretty normal, painfully normal," i said wincing at the idea. I had despised how pathetic my life had been. It was so average, so disgustingly average that i was almost embarrased by it. Mara and Kade were a whole different story.

I could recall the tales she would spin about her and her friends, nothing but excitement and adventure. The stories she would recount were amazing. I could just tell by the gleam in her eyes that she was lying about any of it either. She'd just re-live the moment, but she'd tell me every detail, i envied that. But in hindsight, the normalcy might be what's kept me from going darkside. If they hadn't been part of the supernatural world, i wouldn't have been all that surprised to learn about them being serial killers or something. Mob lords, who knows, maybe they'd crumble the world with nothing but crime. That was a disturbing and yet easy to imagine idea, so creepy it made me shiver.

Sam watched my expressions range from amusement to fear, and just waited patiently. "Weird thought," i said shaking my head at him.

"I know you weren't raised like them, if they even were raised," Sam said thoughtfully. "But, you are blood, whatever is in them, could be in you too. I'm not saying your evil, or going to be, i just think you should be open minded. Maybe once you understand whatever it is that all of you are you'll find peace with it."

"What do you mean, find peace?" i asked frowning at him.

He gave me a weird look, "you dont think i notice that look of fear on your face when you wake up in the morning, or go to bed. Your terrified of whatever you are, because you dont want to turn out like them, you dont want to hurt people. But you have to make peace with it sometime. You are what you are Bella, and that's not going to change, no matter how much you want it to, trust me."

"I'm not afraid of what i am," i insisted.

"No, but your afraid of what you might become," he said evenly, giving me nothing but an honest expression.

I opened my mouth to respond, but no sound came out. "Your nuts," was all that i managed to say, before practically sprinting back inside. Was i really that obvious? That easy to read? God, i hoped not, that was like a big fat sign that read 'im a paranoid freak' across my forehead.

I almost fell face first into the couch, having tripped over a book or something. Someone caught my wrist, and i turned to see Mara giving me an amused curious look. I almost could've forgotten that she was raging muderous monster when she looed at me like that. Almost like she used to gaze at me, like she was my long sister come to show me a bigger world. She had, but now, i just pulled away as if she'd burned me and she looked even more amused.

"You okay Bella?" Bobby asked, from behind the desk. Everyone was staring at me now and Sam just gave me an apologetic look. LIke he hadn't just whammed me with a cold hard truth, the boy had some seriously bad timing sometimes.

"I'm fine," i said scowling at the floor, i turned to my sister, "what do you want? You must be here for something, i mean your not trying to kill one of us, so?"

Everyone tensed, as if expecting her to lash out and hurt me for insulting her, for calling her out. But she had a cold amused look on her face, she'd get that before, but now it seemed like a permanent expression. i was beginning to hate that expression, which was odd considering i used to envy her ability to both terrify and enthrall with a single look.

"What's got you all riled up? Sam unable to satisfy all your little pleasures?" she asked, a contemplative look on her face.

I narrowed my eyes at the comment and just settled for what i hoped was a steely look. She just rolled her eyes, "i said i'd visit didn't i?" We all knew that bullshit, and she knew we knew, she grinned. "I was just curious as to who brought you back."

"We dont know," Bobby said, trying to sound anything but suspicious, but where his tone didn't sound suspicious, his eyes and face gave it away.

"Dont look at me like that, i wouldn't be here right now if i knew," she said as if it were obvious. She had a point.

"What else do you want?" Sam asked frowning, having finally gotten over the insult she'd shot at him. She said nothing, just smiled as if she had a secret. She probably did, but she was frustrating me, i was tired and Sam was too far away from me. Which was kind of sad to admit to myself, considering he was only a few feet away.

"Whatever, if you decide to kill us all, can you wait till i'm done showering," i called over my shoulder, and just walked upstairs. I didn't get a response, but i hadn't expected one.

Mara was still here when i went back downstairs an hour later. I hadn't thought of my family in weeks, or months i suppose was a more accurate time frame. It was strange knowing i had been dead for four months. I vaguely wondered if that meant my birthday was changed. I doubted it. Then i again i hadn't celebrated my birthday and i'd missed my last one.

Mara and Bobby were talking in the study, but Bobby just looked uncomfortable. "Where are the boys?" i asked, trying not to glare at her.

"Buying me a new shirt i hope," she said snorting slightly. I tried not to dwell on that either. Dean had taken a clean shot at her, he'd intended to kill her, one way or another. Didn't he care about her? He must've, or he wouldn't have taken her going darkside so badly.

I went over to a duffel bag, it had my usual stuff in it, but this time i grabbed my old phone. It was the one that Edward had bought me. That seemed like a full time ago, maybe it was considering i'd died. I stared at the phone, turning it on, but the battery was dead. I decided to charge it, see if anyone had called or texted me. I had just taken off with my sister after all. Renee must've told Charlie who i was, what i was doing. But had anyone really looked for me?

I thought of Jake, someone who seemed so innocent compared to everything else around me. I mean, sure, he was a werewolf and i'd always thought of him fondly, his bright smile and how he helped me breathe when it felt like i'd been swallowed whole by pain and spit back out. Yeah, Jake had done wonders for me. I wonder if he missed me.

I turned on my laptop, ignoring the chatter coming from downstairs. I searched up Forks, finding news about missing hikers and missing people from Seattle. Just disappeared, right out of nowhere. Even a young girl.

I blinked, staring at the image in front of me. 'Chief of police found murdered in field'. I dreaded the feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was starting to feel dizzy. I took a deep breath, and read the article below the headline. Yes, it was Charlie. My father was dead. I just stared, trying to make sense of what i was looking at. The thought didn't seem to have any definition, it had just seemed so impossible.

But it wasn't sinking and i suddenly felt like someone was playing some sort of sick joke on me. How could i have not thought of them? Why hadn't i called home, even just to tell someone i was okay? I mean sure, everything wasn't normal, let alone peaceful, but had i really been so wrapped up in my own life that i had forgotten my family? My father was dead, and who knew who else. I knew without a doubt someone had killed Charlie. I intended to find out who. I was going to make them pay.

I shuffled through everything in my room, eventually shoving enough money for three weeks, as well as several weapons and some clothes into a duffel bag. I slipped out the back door, hoping everyone still thought i was upstairs. They would all stop me if i tried to leave or tell them where i was going. Someone was calling me out, at least that's how it felt. It felt like someone was practically shouting my name. Yes. Someone wanted me to come home. That much was obvious. I was going back to Forks. Back to where it had all begun.