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"Where did Edward go, anyway?" I asked, genuinely curious. I needed to start a conversation that wouldn't cause Dean to flip out. He had shouted at me more than once and I was starting to get tired of his mood swings. How the hell did I manage to up with him before?

"What do you care?" Dean asked, glaring at me through the rear-view mirror. "Still have a crush on him?"

It hurt to know Dean would tease me about something like that. Yes, I did still have feelings for Edward. He was my best friend, but he left me and now I know that I would never take him back. Dean knows this, yet he still manages to make me feel bad about it. I rolled my eyes at him, resisting the urge to stick out my tongue like a child, and looked out the window. I remained silent for the rest of the drive.

"What do you remember, exactly?" Bobby asked as we arrived back at his home. I groaned, tired of repeating myself.

"It's no big deal." I mumbled. "I just remember the night Jay died."

"That night was a big deal to me!"

I looked up at Bobby and realised how insensitive that was. "Sorry."

Dean, who had been way too quiet all morning, stood forward and cleared his throat. I assumed he was going to shout at me again or something, he hadn't been in the best of moods with me during the drive here. I didn't know why, but my mind was to occupied thinking about all the random memories I had been having thrown at me. I tried to sort through them, but whenever I asked Dean to explain something about us, he would just glare at the road ahead.

"I think she should rest first. Her head is probably aching from what happened last night." Dean said. Sam nodded in agreement, as if he had been there and witnessed the whole thing.

I decided that I may as well go up to bed as they clearly wanted to talk without me. I walked out the room without speaking to any of them. As I got halfway up the stairs I felt the familiar ache in the back of my head. Then my vision went black.

"Are you sure you want this, Bells?" Dean asked, worried.

"I'm sure. You're my best friend, you'll be gentle." I was nervous, but I knew losing my virginity to Dean was better than losing it to a guy who wouldn't be in my life for very long. Dean was special, which would make this special.

"Bella-"I silenced him by removing my shirt. I saw him gulp and smiled.

"Please, Dean."

He nodded and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me down on to the bed.

"Bella, can you hear me?" Someone called. I tried to open my eyes, but they felt as though they were glued shut.

I got out of my car and walked towards their motel room. I was worried after Sam's phone call. He'd told me that Dean was behaving oddly. I knocked on the door, but nobody answered. Something was wrong. I tried the door handle to find that the door was open. I entered the room slowly, jumping when the door was slammed shut behind me. I spun around to see Sam glaring at me.

"I knew you would come."

"Sam?"

"I mention Dean and you come running." He was goading me. I didn't understand what was going on.

"Sam, where is Dean?" I asked, carefully. He grabbed me and pushed me against the wall.

"You're so in love with him it's pathetic!" He shouted. The anger raging in his eyes was scaring me, his grip on my arms, bruising.

"Stop it." I whispered, closing my eyes and hoping the tears wouldn't fall.

I looked across the room at Dean, who was tied to a chair, unable to move. I closed my eyes tight, waiting for him to hit me.

"And the whole sex thing. You thought that would change things?" He laughed out loud as my face paled. How did he know about that? "Yeah, like he would fall in love with a silly little girl like you."

"Sammy, please." I begged, unable to control my tears. I couldn't pretend his words didn't hurt.

"Please what?" He laughed, loudly. "It's just the truth, Bella."

"Let her go." Dean grunted as he tried to struggle from his ropes

"Why?" Sam asked, pulling me into his body. "Jealous?" He sniffed my hair and I tried to pull away, only to be dragged back into his hold. Dean looked away and clenched his jaw.

"Dean," I whispered. "What's happening?"

"Just get out of here, Bella." He ground out.

"Yeah, I'll get right on that." I bit sarcastically, emphasising Sam's hold on me.

"Why did you even come here?"

"I was worried!"

"Let her go Sam."

"No." He threw me to the floor and I grunted in pain. "I'm going to kill you both, but I'll let you watch her die first."

He began to walk towards me so I kicked his shin hard enough to make him stumble back. I crawled to Dean and cut one of his arms loose, giving him my knife. Sam grabbed my hair and dragged me up to my feet. He pulled out his own knife and put it to my throat. Dean ran forward then, hitting Sam over the head with something, and then started reading something in Latin. Demon smoke flew out of Sam's mouth and out of the window before Dean could finish.

"That was all a demon?" I asked as Sam fell to the floor. He nodded at me, but he wasn't happy. "So everything he said?"

"It was not true." Dean said helping Sam up off the floor. He looked at me with apologetic eyes.

I nodded and looked away from him.

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"Don't hold back." He shouted. I threw another punch, which he avoided, once again. "Don't hold back!"

We were training out on the field in Bobby's yard. Sam was sat on the steps, sipping his beer, watching whilst Dean tried to 'teach me to fight'. They did this after every hunt we went on, if I made a mistake. I threw another punch, just missing Deans face. He grabbed my fist, twisting my arm around my back and pulling my back into his chest. He then roughly pushed me away.

"Dammit, Bella!" He shouted. I turned to look at him, wondering why he was being this mean. My fighting was fine, I had kicked his ass too many times to count. "How many times do I have to tell you-"

"Just stop!" I cried. "I get it, Ok? I made a mistake. Everybody makes mistakes, Dean!"

"In this line of work, you cant afford to make mistakes. One wrong move and you're dead." He grilled. I looked over at Sam, who was frowning at Dean. Glad I wasn't the only one to notice his strange behaviour, I looked back at him.

"When you're over it, come find me." I muttered, then walked back towards the house. As I passed Sam, I put my hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

"So you're just going to walk away?" Dean called, storming towards me.

"Do you wanna talk, Dean?" I asked sarcastically, knowing the answer.

"No."

"Then yes, I am going to walk away. Don't follow me."

"Come on, Bella. Open your eyes." I tried but the pain in my head was too much to keep me focused.

"Bella, I need your help." Bobby called up the stairs.

It was late and I had been sleeping. I heard loud voices and things breaking. I shot up, got my gun and ran down the stairs. I was surprised to see Dean leaning over the dining room table with his head down. The whole room was a mess. Plates where smashed and books were everywhere. More than they usually were, that is. I wasn't surprised, however, to see the bottle of Whiskey in Dean's hands. Bobby was standing in the doorway, his face angry but his eyes sympathetic. I knew then that he wasn't really mad at Dean for coming to his house drunk and reckless.

"Dad, is everything alright?" I asked him. He grunted and nodded towards Dean.

"You figure out what to do with him, I'm gonna call John." I nodded as he walked away, shaking his head. I sat down beside Dean and placed one of my hands on his.

"Hey," I murmured, looking around to see his face. He turned and looked at me, his eyes red rimmed from crying. My stomach twisted, telling me that he wasn't supposed look like this. He was supposed to smile. "What happened?" I asked.

"Sam left. Dad blames me." He said, and then took a long drink of his alcohol.

"He left?" I asked, frowning. "How is that your fault?"

"You'd have to ask him that."

I sighed and pulled my arm away. "Where'd Sam go?"

"College."

"Isn't that a good thing? He is living his life the way he wants to." Dean stood up abruptly and threw the chair back.

"Yeah, Isabella. That's a great thing." He sneered.

"Dean, he is happy. That's all that counts. John has no right to blame you. It's not like you could stop him."

"How 'bout you go tell him that, eh?" He laughed and walked away from me. I stopped him at the bottom of the stairs and turned him to face me.

"How about you tell him? Or go get Sam back? If it's bothering you that much, you should have followed him. Go force him to live a hunter's life. Make him miserable. Because him miserable is all that you and your dad seem to want!"

"How about you keep your pretty little mouth shut, princess. Nothing good ever comes out of it!"

His eyes blazed and my hand, of its own accord, slapped him across his face. I fought the tears in my eyes as I ran past him and up the stairs. I heard Bobby talking to him as I closed my bedroom door.

"You wanna watch your mouth, boy."

"I know you can hear me sweetheart. Just squeeze my hand, let me know you're alright." Dean whispered as I once again tried to open my eyes. I clenched my fingers as tight as I could, but Dean sighed in resignation. I couldn't do it.

The knock on my bedroom door woke me. I huffed and mumbled for whoever it was to come in. I hadn't spoken to Dean in the past two weeks he had been staying here. It wasn't that I was mad at him; he just never tried to speak to me. I didn't want to be the one to make the effort all the time. So to say that I was surprised to see him walk through my bedroom door was an understatement.

"Hey," He whispered as he walked slowly towards my bed.

"Bobby will kill you if he catches you in here." I told him and he chuckled.

"Yeah, but it's worth it." He whispered. He climbed onto my bed and lay beside me. "I'm leaving tomorrow, Bells."

"Okay," I said slowly, waiting for him to continue.

"You want to, maybe… Come with me?" I hadn't expected the question, but I was happy to hear it. Knowing he didn't hate me felt awesome. "I know I messed up last time, but I could really use you out there. You're a good hunter."

I smiled at him and nodded. I pulled his arm around me and I closed my eyes, happy to have my best friend back.

I was lying in my bed when I woke. It was light outside and my bedroom was empty. I climbed out of bed and carefully walked across the floor.

"Hello." I jumped and almost screamed out in shock. I spun around to see a man standing at my closed window, inside my bedroom.

"Who are you?" I asked, hesitantly.

"I am an Angel of the Lord." He said his voice monotone.

"Yeah, and I'm a banshee. Who the hell are you and why are you in my bedroom?"

"My name is Castiel." He told me. His face was completely blank of any emotion.

"Well Castiel, get out before I scream."

"Nobody will hear you." He said, still no emotion. I frowned.

"That's not creepy." I mumbled to myself. "What do you want?"

"I am here to assist you on your final task."

"Excuse me? My final task, what the hell is that supposed to mean?" I was beginning to get angry.

"You need to stay away from Dean Winchester on his final hour." My heart skipped and I wanted to punch this guy.

"Not gonna happen."

"Isabella-"

"Go to Hell!" I shouted.

"You will if you don't stay away. Do not speak of me Isabella. Not to anyone. It could be fatal."

I looked at my bedroom door and then back, only to find my bedroom empty. That guy was nuts. I stormed out of my bedroom, pissed off, and marched down the stairs. The boys and Bobby were all staring at me in shock when I came into the room.

"What are you staring at?" I hissed. Bobby rolled his eyes and mumbled something under his breath.

"You fell on the stairs and decided to sleep for three days." Dean said, not looking at me. I knew he was upset, he only has two weeks left and I kept leaving him.

"I'm sorry." I whispered and sat beside him on the sofa.

"We're leaving tonight. You're getting your memory back now and we were wondering if you wanted to stay at home with your dad?" Sam asked, looking at me carefully.

"You're joking right?" I laughed, humourlessly. "No offense, dad, but I'm not leaving you guys."

"Bella, it's going to get dangerous." Dean told me, his face serious.

"I'm safe with you." I said, determined. I searched his face and saw his eyes soften.

"What happens when i'm gone, Bells?" He asked, his eyes red, but no tears were in sight.

"We don't need to think about that right now. You don't need to think about it at all."

"I'm going to leave you, Bella." He started. I looked up at Sam for some help, but he was gone and so was Bobby. They had left us alone to talk. "I hope you don't think there is a way to save me now. We tried everything. Im going to die and you will be left behind. I have to leave you."

"Well I don't have to leave you." I stood up and looked at him. "Stop trying to talk me out of it. I want to be with you the next few weeks. Don't deny me that."

"Bells, it's going to be dangerous. More so than usual. I don't want you to get hurt."

"Did that creepy guy get to you too?" I asked, but Dean just looked at me like I was crazy.

"What?" He asked.

"Never mind. I'll go grab my bag."

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"Bell, are you sure you want to do this?" Sam asked as we got to the Impala. Dean was saying goodbye to Bobby. I didn't want to stay and witness it; I hated the thought of both of them crying.

"I'm sure." I said bluntly.

"Bells-"

"Sammy, leave it." I cut him off.

"Just think about it-"

"There's nothing to think about, Sam." I clenched my teeth.

"Yes there is! He is going to die. He has enough to worry about; he doesn't need to be worrying about you too."

"What is this really about, Sam? What is it that you want to say?"

"Nothing, I just-"

"Don't hold back now!" I shouted.

"Don't you think Dean needs to spend his last weeks with his family?" Tears filled my eyes as soon as the words left his mouth. "Bella," He murmured and stepped toward me. I stepped back. "I'm sorry."

"No," I whispered and shook my head, letting the tears fall. "I told you not to hold back. And you certainly didn't."

"I just think he would be happier-"

"Just save it." I told him as I wiped my face. "I have been with you and Dean for a very long time. Yes, there was an accident which separated us, but I'm back now; whether you like it or not. Dean is my best friend and I will be there for him. You don't get to make that decision. I may not be blood related, but I see you as my brother. I love you just as much as I loved Jay. So you don't get to tell me what I can and can't do if you don't share that sentiment."

"I don't love you like a sister, Bells." He whispered, looking at his feet. "And I can't watch you fall apart because he died and then leave because he is the only thing that is holding you here."

"What are you saying?" I asked, absolutely dreading the answer.

He opened his mouth to answer, but was cut off by the door behind us slamming. I sighed in relief as an oblivious Dean smiled at me and told me to 'jump in'. I began to open the back door, but Sam mumbled something about wanting to take a nap and asked me to sit in the front. I nodded but didn't look at him. My stomach felt awful as I sat in the car. I knew mine and Sam's friendship had just ended and it made me sick, but I didn't feel the same way and he knew that.

"What's up with you?" Dean asked as he sat beside me and started the car. I just shook my head and faked a smile. Both Sam and I knew that Dean couldn't find out about our conversation. It would make him crazy.


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