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The next day we went to the phone company and Clarke Adams, the head of the company, lead us to a guy named Stewie. A techie whose office was filthy and all he was doing was searching the internet for porn. Dean convinced him to run the phone number and Stewie determined that ten different houses had recieved phone calls from this number, but he couldn't tell where it's originating.

Sam went to check out one of the houses that recieved a call. Meanwhile, Dean was back searching the internet. I had no idea what to do with myself. Dean found a lot more cases and called Sam to inform him. Afterwards we sat a little while, in silence, which was awkward. I had nothing to say to him and he clearly had nothing to say to me.

After a few minutes of a very awkward silence, Deans' phone started ringing. I looked over at him as he was looking at the Caller I.D. He frowned at me and shrugged, answering it.

"Hello?" He waited a beat, then his frown deepened and his eyebrows raised. "Hello?" He sounded desperate now. He slammed the phone down on the table and glared at it.

"Who was that?" I asked, wondering what had him so worked up.

"Nobody you'd remember." He said, bluntly.

I got up then, angry and annoyed at his childish behaviour, grabbed my coat and walked towards the door.

"Don't go away angry," Dean called, not looking up at me. "Just go away."

I heard his heavy sigh after I had slammed the door.

It was late when I got back to the motel. The boys had clearly had a long day considering the lights were out and the only sound coming from the room was Sams' snoring. I went into the bathroom as quietly as I could, changed into something I could sleep in, then went to get into bed. The figure on Deans' bed made me jump and I let out a little squeal.

"And you was doing so well." He mumbled, tiredness thick in his voice. "When did you start screaming when you got scared? That can get you killed in this line of work."

"It's a good job this isn't my line of work then." I retorted. "What are you doing?"

"Waiting for a call." Blunt as ever.

"Good night, Dean."

"Night, Bells." He whispered.

I stayed out of Sam and Deans' way the next few days. I didn't want to distract them from their work. They were barely at the motel anyway so it wasn't hard. I kept myself occupied by reading some more stuff about ghosts and demons on the laptop. When I was positive that Sam and Dean weren't going to walk in the door, I searched for information about my brother. Jay Swan. There was nothing about a car accident. He was a college student, left for three weeks, never came back. It said his body was found in a warehouse not far from his college, but it didn't say how he had died.

I looked at pictures of the warehouse, the outside did not look familiar, but the inside did. It was the exact room I had seen in my dream a few nights previous. I knew this place though. I had been there before, more then once. Something was scratching at my brain. It felt like I needed to be in that building, and I knew why, but I just couldn't remember.

I needed to clear my head so I went out for a coffee and something to eat. I checked my phone and saw that I had seven missed calls from Dean. I rolled my eyes and called him back.

"Where the hell are you?" He shouted.

"Hello to you too." I mumbled.

"Bella, you can't just go wondering off! We were on a case. You have a job to do."

"Dean, I can do what I want!"

I walked into Bobby's and slammed the door behind me. A few seconds later, Bobby followed me in, shouting about how irresponsible I had been.

"I am nineteen! I am old enough to go on dates." I shouted at him as he walked towards me.

"You have a job to do, Isabella. You don't have time for boyfriends."

"I can do what I want." I stated and Bobby sighed in frustration.

"Im going out. Mrs Lewis thinks she's been haunted."

"Again?" I challenged. I knew he was sleeping with her.

"Dean is hanging about in the yard." He said, completely ignoring my question.

My heart skipped a little, then started racing. The happiness I felt was hard to describe. Dean Winchester was my best friend, and I had missed him so much. When I wasn't with him, hunting, I was being home schooled here by Bobby. Dean would come to visit me often, but not often enough.

"I don't need a babysitter." I said to cover up my excitement.

"I ain't arguin' with ya. Just think about it as company." I stuck out my tongue as he turned away.

"You should really start listening to him." Dean spoke up from behind me as Bobby left the house.

"Why?" I asked. "It doesn't make sense. I can go with you for months on end, hunting things that want to kill me. But when I go on a date with a very normal guy, Bobby follows me with his gun and drags me back home!"

"He's your dad, Bells." My heart warmed at the name. "He doesn't trust guys around you."

"So he trusts all those monsters?" He chuckled at my name for them.

"No, but he knows that I wont let anything hurt you. We can kill the monsters. You will always be safe with me." This was one of Dean's very rare moments which would end any second now. But I can't deny it, his words made me fall for him even more. He gave me his adorable smile, then cleared his throat, his face getting serious again. I laughed and walked over to him, wrapping my arms around him. He hugged me back, just as tight, and whispered into my hair. "It's good to see you too, Bella."

"Did you hang up?" His angry voice pulled me out of my memory.

"No, i'm still here." I rushed out. "I'm on my way back now."

. . . .

I was still mulling over my single recovered memory when I got back to the motel room. I did think about telling Sam and Dean I had remembered, but I assumed it would make Dean uncomfortable if he knew that was the only memory that came back. I wondered why that memory came back. I mean, if I had travelled with Dean for months on end, surely we would have had more moments like that? We were best friends, apparently. My wondering didn't last long though, because when I entered the motel room, Sam and Dean were both seated on the sofa. Bleeding.

"Oh, are you okay?" I asked, putting my bag on the table and walking over to them.

"Yeah, we just like to bleed for fun." Dean mumbled, shifting uncomfortably. I rolled my eyes and sat beside him.

"What happened?" I looked at Sam for an answer, seeing as Dean was sulking.

"Well, Dean got into a fight with a cop." He told me.

"What?" I shouted.

"The manager from the phone company tied Sammy up and made him his bitch." Dean said defensively. I leant back onto the sofa and looked at the ceiling. I felt like I was sitting with two children.

"A Crocotta-"

"Dude, she probably doesn't even remember what her middle name is, what makes you think she is gonna know what a Crocca-thing is?"

"It's a wolf, right?" I asked Sam, glaring at Dean.

"Yeah. Feeds on souls." Sam smiled smugly at Dean, then stood to go shower.

"Did ya gank it?" I asked, then frowned at my own choice of words. Dean chuckled and nodded his head.

"Looks like there is still a hunter in you, sweetheart." He pointed towards me with his beer bottle.

"Dean, please just tell me what is going on." I whispered. "You and Sam keep talking about some deal, and now your both beat up pretty bad. I cant keep travelling with you guys if you're going to be keeping secrets. Weren't we best friends at some point."

"We were best friends, Bella. Now, I don't owe you anything." He went to stand but I held onto his arm. He stared at me for a few seconds then sat back down.

"I could start remembering if you would be nice to me, you know." I said, cockily.

"Have you remembered anything?" He asked. I took a deep breath and held it. I wanted to tell him, and Sam wasn't in the room, so if he felt uncomfortable Sam wouldnt mock him for it. I exhaled and nodded. His eyes widened and he shifted so he was facing me. "What did you see?"

"I-" I hesitated, but the look of longing on his face broke me. "It's nothing big. I went on a date? Bobby brought me home and you was there. You told me that I would always be safe with you..." I trailed off. His face then went through a mixture of emotions, but settled on a grimace. He rested his elbows on his knees and ran his hand over his mouth.

"That's all?" He asked, his voice strained. I nodded. "You don't remember anything else from that night?" He asked, his eyes frantically searching my face. I shook my head, no. He nodded, resigned.

"What else happened that night, Dean?" He smiled at me then. Not a cheeky smile, or a smug smile. It was genuine and it made him even more attractive.

"It's not for me to tell, sweetheart. You have to remember all on your own." He told me, tapping one finger on my forehead. I laughed and pushed his hand away.

"That's not fair." I pouted. Dean's eyes glazed over then, and he stared at my lips. "What deal did you make Dean?" His eyes snapped to mine and I was sure that I saw them go cold.

"It isn't your business."

"Dean, you know everything about my life." I argued. "Can't you share this little piece of information with me about yours?"

"You want to know?"

"Yes."

"Tough."

"Dean, please." I sat on the edge of the sofa, forcing him to look at me.

"Damn it, Bella!" He shouted. I was shocked to see the tears well up in his eyes. "I'm going to die. I have less than two months left."

"What? Are you sick?" I asked. I felt sick. The pain I felt in my chest hurt so much more than it did when Edward left me.

"No, Bella. Im not sick!" He was angry.

"Well then-"

"I dont want to talk about it."

"You cant tell me that you're going to die then just walk away!" I cried.

"You asked for a little piece of information and you got it."

"Do you want to die?" I asked. He glared at me.

"Im not suicidal, if that's what you're asking."

"Sam wants to make a deal or something, to stop this from happening. Why wont you help him?" He didn't reply and it irritated me. "Dean Winchester, if you carry on being a child I will kill you myself damn it!" I yelled, and he looked at me shocked. "Why dont you care that your dying?"

"I do!" He screamed. "I didn't care! I had nothing left. I made the deal for Sam. I had a way out! You were-" He stopped dead and took a deep breath. "I lost everything I had ten months ago. I had nothing to live for. I accepted what was going to happen! Then you show up and turn everything upside down!"

"What do you mean you had nothing to live for? You had Sam! He's your brother Dean."

"You don't understand." He mumbled, a lot calmer now.

"Don't tell me I don't understand. You are being pathetic. Dean, how is Sam going to feel when you die?"

"It doesn't matter. Its a done deal. Nothing I can do now."

"So you're just going to sit around, waiting to die?" I shouted, getting up from the sofa.

"No, Isabella. I'm going to kill as many sons of bitches as I can. So you can either stay in your own little world, pretending this isn't real and wallowing over your ex boyfriend who dumped you. Or you can get off your high horse and fight along side us. Something bad is happening. And I would love for you to be able to go back to your normal life and have friends. But truth is, you can't. This is your life and as much as it kills me to say this, you are never gonna get out."

"Dean, hold me." A voice murmured from behind me. Deans' eyes widened as he looked over my shoulder and I spun around. It was the man who had shown up in my room three months ago, the night before Bobby came to get me. "That was beautiful."

"Who are you?" I asked, looking at Dean, who was shaking with anger. But there was fright in his eyes. He was afraid.

"It hurts that you don't remember me, Bella."

"You dont have the right to call her that." Dean swore.

"Oh, Dean. I can call her whatever the hell I want." He disappeared. "Right baby?" The hairs on the back of my neck raised and I cringed at how close he was as he appeared behind me, but I couldn't move away.

"What do you want?" Dean asked, wrapping his hand around my wrist and pulling me behind him. He never let go of my wrist.

"I think you know why I am here."

"I wont let you take her." Were they talking about me?

"They will find her eventually, Dean. You tried to stop it once before, but you just postponed it." The man chuckled and held out his hand to me. "Come with me, Isabella."

"Bella, whatever he says, do not go with him. Ever." Dean said to me, his eyes locked on this man.

"She belongs-"

"She belongs here with me! You are not taking her anywhere. She has told me a million times and more that she will never leave with you."

"Ah, but now she can't remember ever saying that." He laughed. "She wants to come with me, but she doesn't understand why."

"She did understand and she decided to stay. Im not going to let her leave with you."

"She is mine!" The man screamed, swinging his arm, he knocked Dean across the room and began walking towards me. "Time to go, Isabella."

"Stay away from me!" I murmured, shakily, stepping backwards, away from him. I knew deep down this man was trouble. He was evil.

"We belong together, Bella." He shouted, angry. I wanted to laugh at him.

I stopped walking backward and he had come so close, his face was centremetres from mine. "Sorry," I shrugged. "But you're not that lucky and I'm not that desperate." I brought my knee up and hit him in the groin. He bent over in pain and I brought my fist down across the side of his face and he fell to the floor. He didn't move again and I worried. Did I kill him? I didn't even hit him that hard.

"There she is." I heard Dean whisper and groan as he got himself up. I looked at him and he had another cut on the side of his already beaten face.

"Are you okay?" I asked, concerned.

"No more chick flick moments." He said, holding his hand up. He walked over to the body on the floor and just stared.

"Is he dead? I honestly didn't hit him that hard." I defended myself. Dean shook his head.

"He was dead before he even came into this room, Bells. Don't let the lack of breath and movement fool you. He is still here and he can hear everything that is going on in this room." As he spoke, the mans hand shot out and grabbed my ankle. I screamed and Dean stamped on the arm, which effectively let me go and fell to the floor, again.

"Okay, so on a scale of one to ten, how screwed up was my life before the coma?" I asked. Dean looked at me and smirked.

"Ten being what?"

"Beyond screwed." I mumbled.

"Eleven."

. . . .

My life seemed to have taken a turn for the worst. I was happy, I had friends. I had a boyfriend who was the best thing that had ever happened to me... That I could remember. But then everything changed. Edward left, a different kind of dead man came into my home, Bobby kidnapped me and sent me on a crazy road trip with two brothers who could barely stand each other. Now here I am, sat in a nasty motel room, a dead man tied to a chair, Sam polishing his guns and Dean was having a staring contest with said dead man.

"What is your name?" I asked.

"Shemal." He answered, smiling at me.

"Lord of the Demon." I murmured, confused. What could he possible want with me? Sam looked at me in shock.

"Very clever, child." Shemal smiled, adoringly.

"Who is coming for me?"

"That's enough." Deans said. He looked at Sam and nodded his head toward Shemal.

"You're going to be dead soon, Dean. Who is going to protect your lover then?" Dean ignored his question and Sam gagged him.

"Are you kidding me?" I shouted at Dean.

"Bella, you dont want to know."

"Yes I do!"

"No, Bella! You used to beg us to make him stop! You would cry and scream and beg! He used to make you think things. You thought you were going insane!" Both me and Dean looked at Sam in shock. He was usually so calm. I couldn't argue anymore. I needed to know what was after me. I couldn't just sit around and wait for something bad to happen. "If he tells you what they are, if you let him get to you like he did before, then he will get back inside your head, and we'll lose you."

"Too late." Shemal said. I looked over at him, but he still had the tape over his mouth. I put my hand to my temple as his sinister laugh sounded in my head.


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