Chapter Ten:

Sam's POV

We were back at Bella's house eating the breakfast that Sue made while we were gone. Leah and Dean were still asleep. And I watched in amusement as Sue and Bella took endless photos of the two. That is so going to be blackmail.

Soon, the two woke up and stepped in to join us in eating.

"Morning lovebirds." Bella teased. Both of them shared equal glares while Bella, Sue, and I just laughed. "Sorry, couldn't resist." She added.

"Yeah yeah." Leah muttered.

"So what went on while we were napping?" Dean asked taking a bite out of a sweet italian sausage (A/N: My favorite!).

"Well, Paul said he and the rest of the pack caught a stray vampire and I took that opportunity to test out the dead man's blood and Old Quil's weird concoction." I said.

"And?" He pressed, mouth full of eggs.

"It worked. Took her head clean off." Bella spoke up. "And then Sam Uley lit her body on fire." She then grinned and took a sip of her orange juice.

"Sweet. Now we got a weapon, some fighters, now all we need is to find out if we're going to them or if they're coming here." Leah spoke up.

"I don't care. As long as that leech army is gone and no longer harming or are a threat to my family." Sue said, putting a hand on both Leah and Bella's shoulders.

"Don't worry, Sue. As soon as this is over, Victoria and her army won't be bothering you, your family, or the pack." Dean reassured her. She nodded, but still looked worried.

"I know, but a mother can't help but worry." She said and Bella and Leah smiled, leaning into her side and hugging her waist. I smiled but couldn't help the jealousy bubbling inside me.

Dean and I spent almost all of our lives without mom around. We had to depend on each other whenever dad was out on a hunt, but Dean was always looking out for me, even when I was a baby. Sometimes I hated being a hunter all my life, but if we weren't hunters, Dean and I wouldn't be as close as we are now. We'd be brothers yes, but by blood, not my faith and trust. I believe that it was because of the supernatural world that Dean and I have the closest relationship anyone could have.

After breakfast, Dean and I took the time to coat our machetes and bullets with the dead man's blood and Old Quil's vamp-venom-concoction, as Dean called it, and we also made some hex bags that would set them on fire for sure. Bella and Seth walked in, sitting on the floor beside the coffee table where our machetes and bullets were.

"Hey guys, whatcha doing?" Bella asked in a sweet, innocent voice.

"Soaking our bullets in the blood and vamp-venom-concoction." Dean said with a grin.

"Did you think of abbreviating it? Like VVC or something?" Bella asked with a raised eyebrow. Dean sneered a bit and pouted.

"I don't think that would sound too well with the pack, it kinda sounds like a drug." Seth said.

"Up yours." Bella said, flipping him off. He took her finger and bit it, but not enough to draw blood, just enough to hurt her. "Ow, you freaking' turtle." The two began to wrestle a bit, being mindful of the coffee table while Dean just laughed, watching them while coating the bullets. I laughed as well and decided to just throw a blanket over them.

Dean laughed harder when he saw them fighting under the blanket. "Oh, that looks so wrong." Dean chuckled.

"Fuck off, Dean!" Bella and Seth said, getting out from under the blanket.

(A/N: Sorry it's so short, writers block is a pain in the arse! But I promise that I will update this story and all my other stories as soon as I can! Luv you! Byee!)