A/N: So I just want to say a big thank you for everyone who has read this story and have been so patient with me as I try to reintegrate into the college school system! It's so much harder than I thought!

So we have our second non Bella chapter here. It just lets us see what's happening with the boys while Bella is off in Edward-landia!

Disclaimer: The worlds of Supernatural and Twilight belong to their respective owners. I claim nothing but the adapted plot lines!

Chapter 8: Getting the Job Done

September 25, 2007

Sam POV

I had stared at this screen for three hours, just today, and I was still no closer to figuring out how to get Dean out of his deal. I had to wait till Dean was knocked out cold so I wouldn't have to hear him complain about it. Over the past few months I had scoured every website, every book, every culture, and every obscure reference. I couldn't abandon hope, there was always a way, Dean had shown me that. But I was exhausted, maybe if I just closed my eyes for just a second….

"Mornin'!" The door banged open and my eyes snapped open. He smirked at me in that annoying way and was holding a brown paper bag. I looked at my watch, it was morning already?

I yawned absentmindedly "Hey. Biscuit me."

"Hold your horses." Dean rolled his eyes and tossed me a few.

"Thanks."

Dean ripped his way into a sausage biscuit and shoved the whole thing in his mouth and then proceeded to speak. "Whatcha doin'?" typical Dean behavior…

I closed the open search engine that held a bunch of links to demon deals and shut the lid. "Just surfing the internet, the usual." Then I opened up my own biscuit and started eating.

"Any new hunts?" This is how he usually started our conversations. He was always looking for something new. If I suggested taking a few days off he would usually roll his eyes and say something like I was getting soft.

"Was looking at something." I had remembered an article that I had happened upon earlier. "Multiple suicides by men every thirty years in the same house."

"So a haunting?"

"Yeah, pretty much." I took a napkin and wiped the grease of my hands and opened the laptop, bringing up the news story. "The owners, Mr. and Mrs. Lewis, were married until suddenly, Mr. Lewis kills his wife in 1892. Reason was unknown, happily married; they had a perfect apple pie life, that kind of thing."

"So what made Mr. Lewis crack his nuts?" Dean was working on his second biscuit.

"That's what we gotta find out." I sighed and started looking for directions. Dean jumped like he had been electrocuted and then shoved his hand down in his pocket.

"I forgot the thing was still on vibrate." He growled in irritation before answering. "Hello?" There was a pause. "Hey Charlie, let me put you on speaker." Dean pushed the speaker button and set the phone back on the table. "What's up?"

Charlie's voice was horse. "It's Bella… she…"

"What happened to Bells Charlie?!" Dean's voice rose in pitch.

I looked up, my eyes wide, what was wrong with Bella?

"There was ice in the parking lot. The idiot was goin' too fast." Charlie replied in an agitated tone.

I watched as all the color drained from Dean's face. "She's gone?" his voice was quiet and full of despair.

"What?!" I nearly choked on my biscuit.

"No! No she's fine, she's alive." Charlie was quick to reassure us.

Dean's features shifted from panic to relief. "Thank God... damn it Charlie, don't do that again..."

"I'm sorry, I'm still mad at that idiot that almost took her out." Charlie growled. "He's definitely losing his license for this one."

"He'll be losing more than that when I'm done with him." Dean got that dark look in his eyes, there really wasn't anything he wouldn't do for us was there? "Where are you now Charlie?"

"The hospital."

"You told us she was okay!" I nearly shouted.

"She is but they wanted to make sure she's alright." Charlie went on the defensive. I guess if I had been in his shoes, I would have wanted them to take her in to.

"Okay…" Dean narrowed his eyes. "How'd she get out of the line of fire anyway?"

"Edward Cullen was with her and pulled her out of the way at the nick of time." Charlie's voice was full of gratitude and strangely enough, confusion.

Dean snorted. "I owe that dude a beer." He took a sip from his own beer and began eating again.

"I'm not talking about that, I had expected that."

"Well, what are you talking about?" I was confused, what was so bad about the guy saving her life?

"It's Bella. She's treating Edward like he's… I don't know." Charlie struggled to find the words. "She just told me she's been getting freaky vibes from the guy."

"What kind of vibes?" Dean was going for the third biscuit and I gave him 'the look' as he referred to it as. He mouthed 'what?' and rolled his eyes. I was really getting tired of his 'I could care less' attitude.

Charlie sighed. "I don't know, I just chalked it up to hormones, I can see the goo-goo eyes they've been giving each other."

Dean's face turned skeptical as he started laughing. "Goo-goo eyes?" I smirked. Only Charlie would pull that old line out.

"I think she likes him…." Charlie confessed.

"Is she in Forks?" Dean started cleaning up his mess and I read his intentions, I was thinking along the same lines, we needed to go check on her, whether she was hurt or not. I kinda felt bad that we had sent her to Charlie's. But in a way I was thankful, Dean and I had gotten into some pretty heated arguments about his death sentence. Could he blame me? I was only doing the same thing he had done for us, I wasn't about to let him die over this.

"Yeah, just listen for the sounds of a wet hen." Charlie chuckled.

Dean rolled his eyes as he put his coat on and grabbed the keys. He was about to end the call when we heard Bella yelling at someone.

"Don't you dare walk away from me!" She growled.

"Slow down there." Charlie had caught up with her. "What's going on?

"I honestly don't know. Have you called the boys yet?" Her tone was angry and agitated. Whoever she was yelling at must have done something horrible to her. Dean and I shared a glance and we both knew we wouldn't stop till we found out what happened and 'set things right'. "Hey." She was still mad when she addressed us.

"Bella, what in God's name happened?!" Dean's voice teetered between amusement, irritation and panic.

She sighed. "Hey Dean…."

"How are you? What happened?" His shoulders had involuntarily tensed up, as he always got when he fussed over her; it was almost as if he was making up for those 13 years he missed out on. I wondered if that's how Dad felt about her to.

"Geez Dean, don't have a stroke." I could imagine that she was rolling her eyes at him. Typical Bella, I mused then wondered if she could hear it.

Dean's expression faltered slightly. Irritation must have won out over amusement. "Bella…"

"I'm fine…." Her voice sounded distant, like she still wanted to finish her argument from before.

"Tell me damn it." He had to concentrate not to break the phone.

"I'm fine, slight head concussion, but I've had worse." Her voice became quiet and solemn. I knew where she was coming from, Dean had no idea how much it hurt us that he was dying and there was nothing we could do to stop it, and we were the reason he was in this situation in the first place. If I had been able to kill Jake when I had the chance we wouldn't be in this mess in the first place.

"We can come get you." I told her. Dean was already packing his stuff up and heading for the door, I was about to go do the same.

Bella huffed. "Don't bother."

"Bella..." Her words hurt more than they should. I could hear it in her thoughts when we took her to Charlie's; she wanted to stay with us. But it wasn't as if she wanted to stay there, she said not to bother like it was a waste of our time to come and get her.

Her voice regained that acid. "Don't 'Bella' me. You guys have work to do. I can handle this myself. And Dean," he turned to the phone, "you have no right to tell me what to do, since you screwed up royally." Then the line disconnected.

Dean brushed off the comment. "Come on we gotta go."

"Dude, she told us she's okay." I brushed off her words to. She didn't really mean them; she would be over it soon, hormones, as Charlie said.

"If that were me or you do you think she would stay away?" he didn't wait for me to respond, he walked out and left me to pack.

"Dean! Wait!" I called out, hastily packing my bag and following him, shutting the door behind me. I found him out by the Impala throwing his bag back in the backseat. "She is in that situation, and it is you Dean." He was already getting in the car when I got to him. I put my hand on his shoulder stopping him. "You're dying."

He thought for a minute before responding, probably choosing his words carefully. "Fine, but the kids not getting off that easily."

I rolled my eyes. "Seriously Dean. You don't seem to give a crap that you're gonna die…."

"It's just another thing to check off my to-do list."

"Dude?!" I glared at him. Did he seriously not hear the words that just came out of his mouth? "Checking it off your to do list?! You're not taking this seriously Dean!"

"I am." He fixed me with a steely glare. Then he lowered his voice. "If I try to get out of it you die. If I sit around waiting for my time to be up and not do my job then more people get hurt or worse." He paused and laughed humorlessly. "You know it would be better for everyone if I would put a bullet in my own head and get it over with."

I scowled at him. "You know about the Hellhounds? The fact that we'll have to burn your body after you die?! So you're just gonna give up and kill yourself?" I never thought I would have to talk my own brother down from suicide.

He sighed. "I don't know man. I'm just sick of hearing about it."

"I mean, what are you gonna do? Blow your brains out while I'm getting us dinner or something?" I was getting mad, my eyes start filling with tears before I could stop them.

"Come on Sam. Don't do this to me." I had never actually gotten so angry that it produced actual tears. That was something that Bella had always done, I guess we could add 'angry tears' to our list of things we share.

"No. You've said it, too late now." He wasn't getting out of it that easily. "Now you gotta talk."

"I'm not talking about this." His tone rang with a defiant 'and that's final' tone, he sounded more like Dad then than I had ever heard him. He looked down at the ground.

"Yes you are!"

"Spare me the touchy feely crap." He made a face and gave me an exasperated sigh.

"I'm not going to give up on this. So you might as well answer me." He should know by now how persistent I could be.

"Sam, I'm not going anywhere." He tried to keep his voice calm and level. "Don't put me under house arrest yet." He smiled and winked.

"Dean, you basically admitted you were suicidal a minute ago." His moods changed faster than he changed socks, which was pretty often.

"I said it would be better, not that I was gonna do it." He pointed out. "Do you really think I'm that stupid?"

"I think you've been on edge for a while now, since Dad died."

He looked back up at me and scowled. "Definitely don't start that again."

"It's the truth Dean." We were getting nowhere fast, if he wouldn't keep shutting me out….

"Are you going to keep beating this like a dead horse?"

"If that's what it takes to get you to open up." Sometimes I could read him better than anyone else, we worked as a team better that way, and we were like two sides of the same coin. But other days, it was like I was living with a stranger.

"Look, I did what I had to do to save you and Bella." His tone turned serious. "I'm doing the job that Dad asked me to."

"And dying for it!" I couldn't help the outrage that came out with that.

"Then that means I'm doing my job!" His tone matched mine. His eyebrows knitted together and he frowned at the pavement again.

"Your job isn't to sacrifice your life!"

"My job is to keep you and Bella safe and to stick it to the evil sons of bitches."

I started blinking back my tears; I didn't want him to see me wiping tears away. He would start calling me a sap. "You're impossible you know that?"

He smiled; satisfied that he had won the argument, this time. "It's what I'm known for. So what about that haunted house Velma?"

"I gotta do more research on it…." I rolled my eyes. It seemed like we would never finish that argument.

"Well, you work on that and I'm gonna get some shut eye." He grabbed his bag and shut the door to the Impala and walked back to the room. If he was going to make it his job to take care of me and Bella, then I was going to make it my job to never stop searching for answers until I found out a way to break his deal.

And I would get the job done.