AN: We own nothing but the fantasies we have.

DPOV

"Well, are you going to tell me or not?" I hold her wrist up to my face to get a better look at it. It is a crescent moon looking bite mark with small looking pin pricks all around. It was colder than her body temperature and the skin around it was hard as stone.

"Dean, look, I really don't want to talk about that scar. It has a lot of bad memories and it hurts to think about. I will tell you one day but not right now," she says as she grabs some clothes and heads back into the bathroom to finish up her nightly routine.

I hear the water turn on as an idea hits me. I walk over to the nightstand and pick up her phone. I scroll through her contacts until I find Wolfie. I copy the number to my phone and put hers back. As I sit back on the bed with my phone in my hand she walks out with a small smile on her face.

"Are you going to sleep in here with me or sleep in a different room?" She asks me shyly. We never really talked about where this little relationship was going to go but I knew that she was hot and if a hot chick was asking me to sleep in her bed with her, I was all for it.

"Um, I think I will sleep in here with you, if that is ok?" I give her my signature wink and smile.

"Yeah, that is fine," she says going to her side of the bed and checks her phone. When I don't get in right away she looks at me with a perfectly raised eyebrow.

"I'm not really tired right now so I'm just going to go downstairs for a bit and see what I can find about this stuff in Kansas," I tell her before heading out of the room. I walk down the stairs and out the back door to get some privacy for this call. I get to the garage where I have baby stacked and sit on her trunk to think. I sit there for a good 30 or 45 minutes think about what to do. I know I need to find these out but do I want to go behind Bella's back to do it? I take a deep breath and pull out my phone. I scroll though my numbers till I get to Paul's number and hit send.

"Hello." A deep raspy voice answers.

"Um yeah, can I speak to Paul?" I ask him. I am starting to think this is a bad idea but I gotta follow through with this.

"Depends, who is this?"

"My name is Dean Winchester; I'm a friend of Bella's."

"Yeah see, I just got off the phone with her a few hours ago and she never mentioned you," he growls out.

"I know you called her; I was sitting right beside her there Wolfie," I say his nickname and hear his breath hitch.

"Ok, I will talk to you but I don't have to answer anything that I don't want to. Are you a hunter too?" His question kinda takes me back a bit. I guess they were pretty close if he knows what she does.

"Yeah. My brother and I were raised in the life. Our dad taught us everything we know. We are at a friend of ours in South Dakota right now," I explain to him.

"You mean the crazy guy that has a beard and wears a lot of flannel?" He says with a laugh in his voice. I have never heard a more accurate description of Bobby in my life.

"I was wondering if you could tell me about the scar on her hand. We were talking and I noticed how strange it is and she said that you could tell me," I was hoping he would bite and I wouldn't have to go in there and make something up to get her to say yes.

"Why does that son of a bitch always come up? That scar is because of her ex, Edward Cullen." He grunts out.

"Her ex bit her?" I ask and was told a very interesting story about her and her vampire ex. How he saved her by biting over another vamps bite and sucking it out. He told me how hard it was for Eddie boy to stop because she was this thing called a singer. How her blood called to him like no other and that most singers don't make it past the first few seconds of meeting the vampire. He told me about the red-head that is hunting her for revenge for her dead mate. How her dad was killed by said red head and that was how she became a hunter.

The more this guy talks the more my blood boiled. How the fuck could she put herself in this kind of danger? If Charlie was half the hunter that Bobby brags about than why did her let his one and only child date a vampire and become close friends of theirs.

"Can you tell me what they look like? My dad's journal said was that they lived in rainy places and that he never ran across any."

"Granite skin, cold as ice, wicked fast and strong. They smell like death, bleach and overly sweet. There is only one thing that can kill them." He says and just leaves it like that.

"What can kill them?" I ask.

"Keep looking in her journal, you will find out eventually. Anything else?"

"Naw thanks. Listen man, I'm sorry about your friend being killed. Bella was pretty torn up about it. I promise we will find out what we can and take care of it."

"Thanks man, if Bella needs anything, let me know. I gotta go talk to the guys about the funeral," he says.

"Yeah, but I gotta ask one more question. Were you guys close? The way you guys talked earlier sounded like you had some kind of history." I couldn't stop the words from leaving my mouth if I tried. He gives me a small laugh and I feel my stomach fall.

"Yeah, you could say that." That was all he said before hanging up. I sit out one the Impala for hours about what I just found out. Why would she hide something like that from us; from me? I know we don't know each other that well but still that is something that needs to be known.

I walk into the house and see Charlie's journal lying on Bobby's desk. I walk over and start looking through it for something that stands out. I finally see what it is:

La Push Wolves

The tribes of Native Americans called the Quileute. They are descendants of spirit warriors. The gene is passed down from generation to generation. They are only activated when their enemies are around: Cold Ones.

These wolves are one of the very few things that can kill a Cold One.

Current Alpha: Jacob Black

Current Betas: Sam Uley and Paul Lahote.

After it got to the point I could barely keep my eyes open, I walk back into the house and up to Bella's room. I see her phone blinking. I walk over and see she missed a call from Paul and he left a message. I pick it up and clear off both. I start taking my boots and jeans off. I pull my shirt up over my head and crawl in bed next to her in my boxers.

I look over at the gorgeous brunette beside and try to figure out what to do next. I know she will figure out what I did eventually but hopefully we will be closer and I can explain to her that this was something I needed to know.

AN: Sorry this took so long. Mel had surgery and can just now hold her are down long enough to type. As always R&R and we will see you soon.

Later!

Mel & E