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A/N: Sorry I haven't updated like I normally have, I was sick and then I had a ton of schoolwork to catch up on. Thank everyone for the reviews and alerts, I hope you like this next chapter (a subtle way of asking you to review xD).

So, read on!

Chapter 7:

It had been a month since Dean became a bear-wolf now. Dean would be with the pack during the days, taking care of any problems that had arisen like other supernatural beings (like a wendigo in Forks, evil vampires in La Push, and a poltergeist in Forks high school). When Avery said that this is the type of things the pack protected the area from, Dean was happy to be doing something familiar and found it easier to get around in his wolf form.

When Dean wasn't with the pack or with Sam, he was with Alannah. Every day when school was out Dean would pick Alannah up from school and they would go to her house and just hang out. On the weekends when he wasn't busy he would take her places like the movies or they would drive to Seattle. Alannah loved the space needle, so they went there often. Whenever someone saw Dean with Alannah they would think he was her father, and although it made Dean feel like a pervert Alannah thought it was the funniest thing in the world and would call him 'Daddy' just to irritate him.

The only person who wasn't happy with this arrangement was Janice. Whenever Dean came over she ignored him or was extremely impolite, intentionally bumping into him, speaking to him rudely or just being an outright bitch.

Janice had kept with her idea of taking Alannah somewhere and had been strategically planning her escape. She had set up a plan to go to her fathers house in South Dakota. Janice wasn't particularly close with her father, for she lived with her mother growing up and had also taking her name.

From what she heard was when her father found out her mother was pregnant her father started talking about demons and ghosts and trying to get her mother to where all these 'anti-possession charms'. Janice's mother always told her not to have harsh feelings for her father, that he was still upset from his wife dying at the time she was born. Janice's mother was his wive's closest friend, and they used each other for comfort resulting in the birth of Janice.

Janice used to see her father about once a year and he kept in contact with her, always checking to see how his granddaughter was. Janice knew that her father was the one she should contact regarding this problem, because she remembered when she was four-and-a -half years old and her father was trying to convince her mother his wife had died because she was possessed by a demon. She figured if it came to the point where she had to tell him exactly who was stalking his granddaughter he was the one who would believe her. All he knew now was that there was a man stalking Alannah and Janice needed somewhere to go.

Today was the day Janice was going to leave. Janice told Dean that she had a family member a couple states over who needed to be taken care of because she was terminally ill and in her last few days. She told him it was her sister Lucy, who does not exist as Janice is an only child.

"Have fun with your aunt," Dean said while leaving before Alannah and Janice hit the road.

"Wha-?" Alannah started when her mother cut her off.

"Bye, Dean. We need to be leaving now."

When Janice and Alannah were in the car and on their way to South Dakota, Alannah asked where they were going.

Janice pondered this, and finally said, "We are going to get you away from him."

"What are you talking about?" Alannah said, panicking at the thought of never seeing Dean again.

"You're fifteen years old. Dean is in his thirties and you are not going to be condemned to live your life with him. It's not right."

Alannah and her mom argued the rest of the night until Janice had had it. Alannah reluctantly gave up and fell asleep in the passenger seat.

* * *

Dean was freaking out. Alannah wasn't answering her phone. Neither was Janice. It had been almost a week since they left, and Alannah had promised to call him at least once every day.

"They're probably just busy," Sam said, though he highly doubted it.

"No. Alannah said she'd call. Something is wrong," Dean said pacing back and forth like he had been the past two hours.

"Try again in an hour," Sam suggested.

"You said that yesterday!" Dean yelled not missing a beat in his frantic pacing.

"Well maybe-" Sam began as his phone started ringing.

Sam looked at the caller id. "It's Bobby," he told Dean who was still pacing.

"Great," Dean said, not really caring.

"Hey, Bobby. What's up?" Sam said when he answered the phone.

"How come you idjits haven't called me?"

Sam could hear the anger in his voice. "We've had a lot going on," Sam replied.

"Enough going on not to call me? Oh, I get it. Ya use my help to stop the apocalypse, leave, and not call? Is that all I'm good for?"

"No, no, of course not."

Bobby sighed. "Good. That was startin' to sound like a breakup call."

Sam chuckled. "So what happened?" Bobby asked.

Sam told Bobby all about coming to Washington, finding the bear-wolves (Sam had taken to calling them that as well) and how Dean was now freaking out about his imprintee going missing.

Sam heard voices in the background. Bobby came back on the line and said "Sorry, kid. I gotta go take care of some things. I'll ask around if anyone's been found that was taken by a demon lately. If I see anything I'll call you. And you better answer this time."

"Will do Bobby. Bye."

* * *

Bobby sat the phone down on the table, thinking about all these boys had been through, and this to top it all off. Shaking his head Bobby rolled his wheelchair into the living room where his guests sat watching tv.

"Hey grampa?" a girls voice said.

"Yes sweetie?" Bobby asked his only granddaughter.

"Can I have something to eat?"

"Of course you can. You can have whatever you like, Alannah."

Review?? How many of you saw that coming?