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WELCOME TO SPOONS

She closed the hood of the car with a sigh and wiped the sweat as much as she could off her brow with the back of her hand. She'd finally finished, and one thing was positive- Dean would be proud. The Dodge Charger she had been working on for the past two years since she officially got her driving license was finally finished. It was quality mechanic work at its best, built entirely from scratch by herself- without help.

She smiled as she headed back inside the house that had been her refuge for the past month, but after the last week she was happy to say the car being finished couldn't have come at a better time. She needed to get out of here. Not only to figure out how to live without her family by herself, but to grieve for the loss she had only just suffered.

"Bobby?" She shouted as she entered the kitchen and made her way through to the library the old man kept in one of his front rooms. "Hey." She said as she lent against the door frame. The older hunter lifted his head from his desk where he had various books set out. "You got a hunt?" She asked, curiously.

"Simple salt and burn, Milton Freewater. It's a small town in the North-East of Oregon, thought I'd phone my old friend Hank see which side of the country he's on, otherwise I'll do it myself."

"I'll take it." Bella offered. When she saw the other hunter was going to protest she continued with her reasoning. "I've finished the Charge. I was, er-" she hesitated for a moment. She thought of this man as a second Father and didn't want to tell him she was leaving but it was inevitable. "I was going to leave for a bit. You know, sort through some things on my own for a while."

"You sure kid? Is that what you need? I mean Sam-"

"Sam is gone, Bobby." She interrupted angrily at the mention of her older brother. "He couldn't deal, or whatever. He's grieving. He left me here and left without one word, so I don't owe it too him to wait for him to get his ass into gear and come back, okay. Just, give me the salt and burn." She finished in a tempered voice.

"Okay kid." He cleared his throat with a cough. "Your not going to ignore my calls like your idjit Brother though, are you?" She laughed at his change of conversation and made her way to the older hunter.

She hugged him from where he still sat, ignoring his tense frame until he caved and hugged her back. "No I won't." She told him, quietly.

~WP~

She had the car packed the next day before nine and stood as she watched Bobby inspect the entire thing before giving his seal of approval. "You did good kid. Done both your Dad and Dean proud." He smiled a small smile and stood awkwardly in front of her. He knew she was a damn good hunter but she was like a Daughter so it was like he was sending her to war with no back up. Which he was, to a supernatural war. "You take care of yourself, you hear? I don't want to hear anything about you being a idjit and getting hurt."

"Don't worry Bobby. I'm not sure on my destination yet, but I think this salt and burn will be it for a while in the way of hunting. I think I'm gunna lay low for a bit. Grieve in peace." Her smile was fully coated in sadness and it almost broke his old hunters heart.

"You could lay low here." He told her, knowing she knew she was forever welcome.

"I know Bobby, but it's been a month. I just need time to myself. To heal." She hugged him fiercely before getting into her car. "Don't worry about me. I'll phone you when I get wherever I'm headed." She told him, before making her way out of Singer Salvage on her way to Oregon.

It took her just under three days drive to get to her final destination of Milton Freewater in Oregon with stops to rest, eat and drink. The town was small and had just over 7000 in population so it didn't take long to find the house that held the ghost that was causing trouble. But what did take long was settling the matter. Bobby's source had told him there was one ghost that haunted the corner house she had found, what he didn't know was that there was another ghost. They were a couple in life that had committed murder/suicide and it took a while for Bella to realize what they were attached to in the house. "And he killed her with the candle stick in the living room." She snorted at the irony that she used to love Cluedo! as a kid as she got into her car, leaving the house behind.

She had decided to leave her mind to do the driving to see where she ended up and was pleasantly surprised when she found herself in Seattle, Washington not even a day later. What surprised her even more was that she was crossing into Forks when she had finally realized. She pulled to the side of the road just passed the sign to 'Welcome' her to Spoons-Forks, turned off her thundering engine and sighed deeply. This is not the place she wanted to be, she thought with sadness. Not after everything she had been through the last month, hell longer than that. He'd never made a secret of the fact that he wanted her and her brothers to follow in his footsteps and retire before we died young like his wife had years ago. But they never did and look where it got them. Dean was dead and Sam was M.I.C- missing by choice, doing God only knows what. She knew that he would like that she was taking time off, but hunting was all she knew, she could never give it up for good and he'd have to just except that.

Decision made that she was going to continue down the road she was on, she turned her keys to ignite the engine once more and set off towards the small two bed, one bath house. When she pulled up outside she was glad to see his car outside- indicating that he was home, meaning she wouldn't have to pick his locked door. No way in Hell would she wait for him to let her in if he wasn't there.

She quickly went to her trunk, got her bag and jogged to the door before knocking with a quick hard rap, not giving herself time to get back in the car and drive away. He answered hesitantly, not expecting anyone at this time of night, and Bella could see his handgun resting by his side.

"You won't need the gun Uncle Charlie." She said, prompting him to open his door wider.

"Bella?" He asked, shocked.

"Yeah, it's me. You gunna let me in or am I going to freeze to death on your front porch?" Her comment sounded sarcastic but on the inside Bella was scared of what was going to happen next. She hadn't seen her Uncle in over two years and the last time she had turned her back on him when he asked her to come live with him and give up hunting. It was the last time her Dad had spoken to him also, after their argument that this life was not one for kids under eighteen. But nothing stopped a hunter in John's mind. Not even the age of his own children.

"Of course." He said hurriedly, while opening his door. They both made their way to the living room before anyone spoke, as they both stood awkwardly. "What are you doing here Bells? At two in the morning no less." He asked, wary. He didn't want to be dragged back into the hunting life now that he had settled back in his hometown as Forks Chief of Police, but he knew if she needed help he would give it- no questions asked.

Bella looked at her Uncle in the light that was made by just a table lamp, wondering whether she should tell him. Her decision was made easily when she realized the older man didn't even know he had lost his brother. "If you want explanations, I think we're both best sitting down."

"Okay." He took a seat in his armchair while Bella moved to the couch, depositing her bag by her feet and bracing her elbows on her legs. "What's going on Bell? You guys don't need help on a hunt do you? I told your Dad-"

"It's not that." She quickly interrupted. "I'm not here to ask for help. I'm taking a break from hunting for a while."

"Well that's good, you know your always wel-"

"I know Uncle Charlie. Listen, there's a lot that's happened over the past couple of years that I think you need to know, which tie into why I'm here at two in the morning." She looked down at her arms to keep her tears at bay, it was something she didn't need while telling one of her last living relatives what she- what their family -had suffered since she had seen him last.

"Whatever it is just take your time." He spoke quietly, knowing that she needed the space to encourage herself to speak the words and for that she was thankful.

"Dad and Dean are dead Charlie." She didn't move her head to look at his reaction.

"Wha-"

She heard his startled gasp and interrupted quickly by lifting her head and one of her hands before returning it to her leg. "I think I should explain."

"Yeah. I think you should. What the Hell have you been up to kiddo?"

She huffed. "Just after we last saw you I got a- we got lead on a house the demon" she knew he would understand which demon by her emphasis on 'the', "would be visiting." She was about to continue when she was interrupted.

"What are you keeping from me? What was the lead?" Charlie asked, with little demand.

"It doesn't matter, it was a lead. Just let me continue without interruptions, okay?" When she received a nod she carried on with her story. "At the same time we had a demon that caught up to us demanding we hand something over to them. Something important. And you knew Dad, he wouldn't let that happen. So Dean, Sam and I went after the demon while Dad took a fake to the other demons." She took a deep breath before carrying on. "Long story short, Dad got possessed. By Yellow-Eyes. There was a fight and in the end Dean was pretty badly beaten and Dad had been shot, so me and Sam started to take them to the hospital. On the way we were hit by a semi, I can't remember anything after that until waking up in the hospital with Dad by my bed. Mine and Dean's side had taken the biggest impact so we were worst off but Dean- Dean, was already injured and we were told he wasn't going to make it." The tears had started to make their way from her eyes but she refused to wipe them away, instead settling for watching them drop to the carpet as her head hung down. "Dad made a deal, his life for Dean's." She finally raised her head to her Uncle and saw him trying to hide that he too was crying. She ignored it knowing he wouldn't want her to show that she knew he was crying just like he ignored hers.

"Well that's something."

"That's not all." He looked confused until he remembered she had said John and Dean were gone. "Last year I was kidnapped by Yellow-Eyes." She continued quickly before he could interrupt. "I woke up in some back water town. A haunted town no less with some other people. By the time I got out there was only two of us left and I got stabbed in the back by the last one." She let that sink in for a minute before he spoke.

"Well what did they do to stab you in the back?" He asked while she groaned.

She raised a eyebrow and spoke in a monotone voice to answer. "He stabbed me in the back. Literally." When she saw that he had realized she wasn't joking she carried on. "I died and Dean- Dean traded his life for mine. Guess he was just like Dad in that way, couldn't see me or Sammy hurt." She huffed. "Lot of good that did, Sam's MIA."

"He's what?" Charlie asked in anger. "You guys lose your brother and he takes off?"

"He's grieving Charlie. Just like I am. We're dealing with it differently is all."

"Well where is he?"

"I don't know, he hasn't checked in. But it's Sam, he's fine."

"Yeah, well when I see him he won't be." He quickly wiped the last of his tears before standing up. "I understanding dealing though, it's going to take a while to realize my brother and nephew are gone. Man, why didn't you guys call me? Never mind, we'll talk more in the morning. You can have the guestroom for as long as you like, you know that."

"Thanks." She said, before retrieving her bags from the floor and making her way up to the spare room. The last thing she thought before going to sleep was that Sammy best be fine, otherwise Dean's deal was for nothing if he couldn't handle life without his bigger brother.

~WP~

Waking up the next morning, it took Bella a while to figure out where she was, as she was far too tired for rational thought. A few minutes of semi-consciousness brought back the night before to her and she stifled a groan against her pillow.

"Bella, you up?" Charlie shouted up the stairs to his niece. Bella moaned- again -into her pillow, not bothering to answer. "We've got company."

Yeah, like she was use to accommodating company, she thought. She grew up with her Dad and Dean. Not to mention demons popping up here, there and everywhere. She didn't exactly have etiquette training. She tried to get back to sleep and when that failed she decided to please Charlie and greet their guest. She quickly put on her discarded jeans and t-shirt from the night before, having slept in the nude. Well, her underwear, and made her way downstairs. She grabbed a cup of coffee from the machine on the counter before facing the two men in the kitchen.

"Bella, you remember Billy Black, right?" Charlie asked. Even though it was posed as a question it didn't sound like one. Like he was expecting her to say 'yeah! I remember.' But she didn't.

"No." She grumbled, taking a swig of coffee to much like mud for her taste buds and wishing she could sneak a beer. Although Charlie would probably frown at that this time of morning, she thought with a sigh.

"Of course you do, Billy's my friend who liv-"

"I haven't been here since I was five Charlie. I wouldn't even expect to remember your closest neighbor let alone a friend." She turned to the fridge as Charlie huffed and apologized to his friend while Bella got out some eggs and various other things. "Breakfast anyone?" She asked, offhandedly as she set to work cooking.

When she sat down again with her plate- after giving the two men theirs -she hungrily dug in, not bothering what it looked like. The last thing she had eaten was a burger at around eight the previous night as she didn't stop again until Charlie's, early hours in the morning. "What?" She asked, as she saw the two men staring at her in wonder.

"Nothing." Charlie spoke quickly. "Just- when was the last time you ate? A month ago?" You could hear the humor in his voice.

"No." She replied just as quick. "I'm a growing girl you know." Charlie hummed before digging into his food and she waited until Billy did the same.

"That was nice Bells!" Charlie enthused as he finished and stretched back on his chair.

"Glad you thought so, cause your doing the dishes." She told him and raised an eyebrow when he went to protest.

Billy chuckled as he watched his old friend collect everyone's plates and took them to the sink to wash. "How old are you now then, Bella?" He asked the young girl.

"I'm eighteen. Nearly nineteen" She replied.

"So you've just finished school." He stated, what he thought was obvious.

"No. I was home schooled most of my life and I did my GED last year."

"Graduated a year early then, you must be quite clever." He commented, impressed with her achievement.

"I didn't know you graduated a year early Bells." Charlie spoke from the sink.

"Well no one knew to be honest, it was around the time I- I was hurt, there was a lot going on so I kept it too myself." She was thankful she was able to stop herself. And pissed that she had almost went to say 'died'. What was wrong with her? She thought. Just because she was taking a small break from hunting did not mean she could become careless, she berated herself.

"Well, congratulations are in order kiddo. I'm proud of you." Charlie said quickly to stop Billy from asking on how she was hurt. She begrudgingly huffed a thank you and sat silent, wanting more than ever to just get up and leave but didn't want to offend Charlie- after all he was putting her up so she didn't have to find a motel in this back water town. If there even was one,she thought to herself.

"My son's going into his Senior year." Billy told her.

"That's," she couldn't think of anything to say to the old man so settled for "nice."

The three of them lapsed back into silence before Bella stood. "I'm going to go for a drive." She told them.

"Okay, well be careful." Charlie said with hidden meanings in his eyes. As if there would be a case in this town, she huffed. And even if there was Charlie would have called them, or at least told her when she turned up on his doorstep.

"Don't worry about me." She told them before quickly grabbing her jacket and leaving. She stopped after around thirty minutes of driving, having come to a beach. Or what looked like it was meant to be a beach and got out to look around.

She spied a few muscled guys at one end of the rocky-ish shore and settled for heading in the other direction, sitting down in the grains and watching the waves.

It was nice, she determined, having not had the time since what happened to Dean to just relax and sit calmly. She'd spent all the time arguing with Sam over whether it was right to bury Dean over burning him and was still pissed that her brother didn't get the proper hunter's burial like Dad because of Sam's needs. And then after that, she'd spent all her time on her car, getting it ready. Hell, she didn't even bother looking up from under the hood when Bobby had told her Sam had skipped out. So sitting was better than nice for the young hunter.

It allowed her to start grieving.