A/N: Okay so a change in plans for this chapter, I didn't post on Friday, so sorry about that. And I'm back on my regular update timeline! Something to look forward to on your Mondays!

I also wanted to thank you all so much for your continued interest in mine and Iclethea's story! We have been working on this for the past year and have got lots of great stuff planned! XD

This was a bit of a sad chapter to write but I hope we would make you cry too much…. More things are in store for you that hurt worse than this trust me…. *evil laugh*

We go to the telekinetic powers that Sam has during the season and because she's Sam's twin of course Bella is going to have something too. But it might not be how you expect it….

Read and find out! Sorry it's a little short!

Disclaimer: All the characters belong to their respective owners, Iclethea and I own nothing more than the story lines!

Chapter Eight: The Past is Already Written

May 2nd, 2006

So after we had Sam on board with finding Dad, we spent the next seven months looking for him. During that time we found out that there was something 'special' about Sam and me. Talk about a great birthday present.

I woke up one morning and went to the bathroom, the boys were still in the bed, we were working on some crap case that Sam dreamed up, Dean had driven all night long, Sam too, and they wouldn't let me drive so it was my turn to go get breakfast.

Hum, what should I get today? I thought to myself as I brushed my hair and put it into a pony tail. I guess I could go to McDonalds, Dean loves those McGriddle things. What am I talking about? Dean loves anything you sit in front of him…

I heard Sam laugh in the other room. I guess he woke up and saw something funny. Maybe Dean's got one of those famous hangover mornings that he's still a little half drunk.

"No Bella I was laughing at what you said about him." Sam replied back. She has spent way too much time with Dean.

"Who else am I going to spend my time with? You stay buried in that computer all day." I rolled my eyes, walking out of the bathroom.

"What are you talking about?" Sam was sitting on the edge of his bed looking at me like I had an extra head.

"What are you talking about?" I smiled, "You said I am spending too much time with Dean."

"I never said that…." Sam replied. "Out loud…."

We both sat there, trying to figure out what was going on, and then it dawned on me. "What did you hear me say earlier, when you laughed?"

"You said something about Dean being a human garbage disposal." Sam laughed again.

"I didn't say that out loud either. I thought you and Dean were still asleep."

Sam looked at me incredulously. "Do you think we could have…?"

"Read each other's minds?" I finished. "I don't know. Try thinking of something."

Sam's face turned thoughtful, what should I tell her? This is crazy I know she's messing with me.

"I'm not messing with you. I can hear your thoughts!" I laughed. "I can hear… and see, by the way, that's gross Sam," I will never get the picture of him and that werewolf Madison out of my head…. "everything that you think."

Oh crap. "Do you think it works both ways? You think of something."

You are such a – I started to think.

"Hey! Watch your mouth, uh, mind." Sam's outraged face was hilarious.

"What I was going to say Sasquatch." I shrugged my shoulders as I walked over to my bag and got my wallet out.

"I was right; you do spend way too much time with Dean." Sam rolled his eyes as he flopped back down on the bed.

I let them have both the beds last night. They had deserved to sleep in their own bed. Thankfully this room had a small couch in it so I didn't have to sleep on the floor.

Just then, Dean stirred, his eyes were half open and his hair was matted to the side of his head from sweating in his sleep. "Did you just say something about me?"

"Nope." I smiled and laughed uncomfortably. Do you think we should tell him?

"No, we were just talking about getting some breakfast." No, are you kidding? He's already freaked out about my nightmare thing, it's probably best if we keep this to ourselves for a while.

Alright Mr. Boss man. I sighed. "What do you want? I'm buying."

May kinda blew by. I don't remember most of it. Sam's nightmares turned into visions and I found out that I can see people's pasts. Mine started out as dreams, like Sam's but I saw the past, the first time I had one it kinda freaked me out.

I woke up and looked at the alarm clock on the desk, it was 6 AM. I decided to get up and get ready, but then I realized I wasn't in the motel room. I started frantically looking through the room trying to find my stuff; it was nowhere to be seen. Then there was a rattling at the door and I crouched behind the bed. The person in the bed shifted as well, I think it was Dean. The rattling stopped and Dad walked in.

"Dad!" I ran over to him to hug him, but it was like he couldn't see me. "Daddy?"

He kicked the door shut and walked over to the small table. He rubbed his eyes, looking very tired, like he hadn't slept in a while. I walked over to look at him; it had been so long since I saw him that I had forgotten what he looked like.

He looked younger than I had remembered him looking. There were less wrinkles and worry lines in his face. But he also looked older to me, like the weight of the world was on his shoulders and killing him slowly. I had never seen him this bad off, sure, I saw how life had taken it's toil on him but he always seemed to put up a good face for me and he never let on how broken he was. It was scary to watch.

"What's wrong Dad?" I turned and was shocked to see that Dean looked different, younger, like fourteen or fifteen years old.

"This must be a memory, in the past." I said out loud, though I didn't know why, no one could hear me.

"It's nothin kid, go back to sleep." Dad pinched the bridge of his nose and squinted his eyes like he was in pain.

"You've been drinking again haven't you?" Dean did the opposite and walked over to the table.

"Dean would you quit it?" John growled as Dean started checking his eyes. "Go back to bed."

Dean sighed. "When are you going to tell Sam about Izzy?" By the way Dad's shoulders tensed I could tell this was a sore subject. I froze when I heard him say my name, I had thought Dean didn't know anything about me until he met me, but I realized that he had known about me all along.

"Dean, not this again, not now." Dad looked out the window. And apparently not the first time he'd brought it up.

"Dad! He's ten years old. If he's old enough to know about hunting then he's old enough to know that he has a sister."

"Dean you know why I can't tell him about her."

"I don't understand why you are being so stubborn!" Dean yelled.

"Because she's better off without us, without me messing up her life!" Dad yelled back.

Then I woke up again in our motel room, tears filling in my eyes. It was Sam's turn to go get breakfast, he must have already left. I heard Dean in the bathroom taking a shower. I checked the alarm clock on the table and it read 10:00 AM.

I tried to rub the memory out of my head by massaging my temples. Maybe if I pushed hard enough, I could erase it completely. Is that really how Dad thought of me?

"Hey what's shakin' bacon?" Dean's voice made me jump. "Opse, sorry didn't mean to scare you. Sammy went out to get some food. You looked like you were sleeping pretty good so I decided to let you sleep." Then he processed my mood. "You okay kid?"

"Why didn't Dad tell Sam about me?" I looked up at him with bloodshot eyes.

"How do you know about that?" Dean seemed caught off guard by my question so he didn't try and play it off.

"That doesn't matter, tell me."

He sighed and sat down on the bed opposite me. "Bella, it's… complicated."

"Dean, our whole lives are one big bowl of complicated."

"I know this is just more complicated than the rest." He ran his fingers through his wet hair. "Whether or not you'll believe me, Dad was trying to protect you, keeping you from all of this."

"Why would he want to keep me away from this?" I couldn't understand his answer. I couldn't imagine spending one day without my boys. "Hunting is in my blood, it's my life."

"Come on Bella, look around, do you really think that living in cheap motels and eating cheap food is really the way I wanted to spend the rest of my life?" Dean rolled his eyes as he grabbed a beer out of the mini fridge. "I would have given anything to live like you did."

"You don't get it." I looked down and smiled sadly. "I know Dad isn't 'father of the year' material but he's my dad. I had spent 13 years of my life thinking that he was dead. Then to find out that he was alive after all and that I had two brothers, it meant that I had a second chance at a family, and I also found out that I was good at something, at hunting."

"Well you are a Winchester." Dean replied. "You ought to be a damn good one." I laughed softly as I looked up at him. "Look, if Dad would have let me, all those years ago, I would have come and got you in a heartbeat."

"I know Dean, you can't change the past." I walked over to him and hugged him. "It's a nice thought though."