Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own anything Supernatural or Twilight or Sophia Bush related. But Bella's story line with the boys is all mine.

Author's Note: First, I'd like to say thank you to everyone that reviewed with your 'theories'... I have to say there were a lot that were reeeaaallly close. Like really fucking close.

And speaking of close, you're getting closer and closer to finding out Bella's story. Thank you for being so patient with that. I'm excited for you guys to read it, but be forewarned its heavy dark and wont be coming for at least four or five chapters.

Anyways, I hoped you guys liked your little teaser, but now here's the whole thing! Yay!

... enjoy.

"You think this is a good idea?"

I looked over to Sam to see him staring at the TV screen intently. We were just biding our time, waiting for the Shtriga to come for Michael.

"Yeah, he'll come."

"And Bella?" He finally looked over to me, "You think it's a good idea to have her under there? Won't the Shtriga sense her or something?"

I sighed and looked back at the TV screen. I couldn't even see Bella from her spot underneath Michael's bed – she was too hidden in the shadows.

"I don't know, but," I took a breath, "this way we know Michael's safe. She's quick so she can get to him fast. And she's super quiet so… hopefully the Shtriga won't notice her."

Sam sighed, "Hopefully."

We fell silent again as we watched the monitor. Bella had went out and gotten all the surveillance equipment after she had gotten out of the shower. How she knew all about that stuff, I will never know. But when she got back, Sam helped her set them all up while I checked the perimeter and helped Michael settle in.

After a small talk with Bella, her promising to get him some ice cream afterwards, he seemed to be a lot more relaxed when he realized he wasn't going to be in the room all alone.

I was actually pretty proud of the little guy.

"What time is it?"

Sam looked at his watch, "It's three."

I took a deep breath… The worst part of stake-outs was the waiting.

"You sure these iron-rounds are gonna work?"

"Consecrated iron-rounds," I corrected him, "And yeah, it's what Dad used last time."

"Hey Dean, I'm sorry."

I looked at him, confused, "For what?"

"At you know…" He sighed, "I've really given you a lot of crap… for following Dad's orders, but I know why you do it."

I looked away from him and rolled my eyes, "Oh God, kill me now."

I looked back at the monitor as Sam snickered. Something was happening by the window.

"Wait, look…"

Sam and I both got our guns ready as the hand outside the window opened it. I clicked my gun off safety.

"Now!"

"Not yet." I ground out.

We have to wait till it starts feeding…

My heart was working double time as the Shtriga came into the room and bent over Michael. Just as it got close to his face, Sam and I stormed into the room. I ordered Michael to get down and saw a pale hand grab onto his forearm and pull him under the bed. I was close enough to see Bella cover his ears just in time for me and Sam to start shooting.

"Michael, Bella? You alright?"

"Yeah." They answered.

Bella slowly crawled out of the bed with her gun drawn, as Michael crawled out behind her. Together they stepped over the bed, with Michael behind Bella the entire time and Bella's gun drawn towards the fallen Shtriga.

They left the room just as I approached it. The next thing I know it had me by the neck and it was throwing me across the room. It took me a minute to shake off the dizziness and when I looked up, Sam was being thrown on top of Asher's bed and the Shtriga was over him.

I quickly found my gun and cocked it.

"Hey!"

At the sound of my voice, the Shtriga looked up and I shot it in between the eyes.

"You okay, little brother?"

I felt relieved when he gave me the thumbs up. We both got up and went over to check on the Shtriga. It seemed to be down for good as little white swirls left its mouth.

But for good measure, I popped a few more rounds in it.

"Let's go, troops."

I watched as Bella rolled her eyes at Michael as I walked by with our bags. They were sitting on the bench beside the main office eating some ice cream cones. Sam shook his head at me and stuffed his bag down into the trunk.

"Have you seen Michael?"

I turned to see him mother standing before me.

"Hey Joanna, how's Asher doing?"

"Mom, Mom." Michael ran up to his mother and gave him a hug, "How's Ash?"

His mother laughed, "I've got some good news, your brother's gonna be fine."

"Really?" The kid perked up.

"Yeah, No one can explain it," His mother smiled, "It's a miracle."

We three hunters shared a glance.

As Sam continued to carry on a conversation with Michael's mom, I noticed Bella kneeling down and quietly talking to Michael.

She lightly punched his shoulder, "You saved him, Big Guy, you should be proud of yourself."

"You guys did all the work." Michael smiled at her.

"We couldn't have done it without you," I watched as she fished something out of her back pocket and pulling out a bill, "Here, when you go see your brother, get him an ice cream. When I was little my mom always fed me ice cream when I was sick. Very irresponsible of her, but it was effective." She winked at him, "It's good medicine, trust me."

I was shocked to say the least. Bella never openly talked about her past and her parents were definitely a topic she didn't ever touch.

Michael took the money and smiled at Bella. Bella pulled him into a hug and I tilted my head in awe as the kid kissed my girl on the cheek.

That sly dog…

Bella stood up with a smile, glancing at me, before looking back at Michael and winking. Michael's face tinted pink and he turned to ask his mother if they could see his brother. They left soon after that, leaving Bella, Sam and me alone.

"You've got boys of all ages fawning all over you, don't you?"

Bella smirked and flicked her hair over her shoulder, shrugging, "What can I say? I'm hot shit, baby."

"… She was the fastest damn woman that I ever seen…"

I sent Bella a wink as I sang along with AC/DC's You Shook Me All Night Long. In the passenger seat, Bella laughed catching the lyrics before dancing in her seat and singing along.

"… She had sightless eyes… Telling me no lies… Knockin' me out with those American thighs…"

I slapped her jean clad thigh causing her to laugh again, while Sam shook his head and smiled in the backseat before he went back to his book. Bella and I continued on singing along with the radio, with Bella playing the air guitar and me drumming on the steering wheel as I sang to her.

We had been driving all day and I was starting to get tired. So what better way to stay awake then to pump AC/DC out of the speakers with the windows down and my girl right beside me?

As the song came to an end, I let out a big yawn. Bella seeing this, frowned and turned down the radio.

"Pull over, Simple Man," She nodded her head to the side of the road, "I can drive while you get some shut eye."

"Nah," I scrubbed my face with my hand, "I'm fine."

"Dean."

The long hard look she sent me was enough to make me put the signal on for me to pull off the road.

"Yes, ma'am."

Bella smiled and leaned over, gave me a firm kiss on the lips, before pulling back.

"Good boy."

I rolled my eyes at her, before climbing out of the car and walking around the front as she scooted over to the driver's side. Once I got into the passenger seat, I leaned over and gave her another kiss, before pulling back and settling my head against the door.

She gave me one last smile, before putting the car in gear and pulling back onto the road.

I silently watched her as she drove my baby.

It was something I rarely let Sam do, so why did I freely let her?

She looked beautiful under the moonlight that filtered in through the open window. A few of her curls was blowing out of the window, but for the most part it was pulled back behind her shoulders and away from her face. She didn't have a lick of make up on and she had changed into some jogging pants to get more comfortable.

And she never looked more beautiful.

All simple and in my car.

Her hazel eyes slid over to me and when she noticed that I was staring at her, she turned her head. Her eyebrows furrowed and a small confused smile made her dimples pop out a little.

"What?" She mouthed.

Glancing behind us, we saw that Sam was dozing off. When we looked back to one another, I just gave her a smile before reaching out and taking her hand. I laid a soft kiss on her knuckles and brought her hand to my chest.

Bella smiled and when I let her hand fall from mine, she reached up and rubbed my cheek and jaw with her thumb, before she turned back to the road. Her hand squeezed my thigh once before it went back to the steering wheel.

And slowly, with Bella softly singing along with the radio and the wind whipping through the car, I fell asleep.

The last thing I saw before drifting off was Bella's small smile.

The hotel room was like any other we stayed in. Simple and quaint.

I could hear the shower running and the female voice softly singing. And I knew she'd be out in a few minutes.

She never took long in the shower.

I got up and stretched my back, feeling the relief as the bones cracked. I felt sweaty, so I decided to join her, seeing as my brother was nowhere to be seen. The bathroom was filled with fog from the hot water, just the way she liked it. And I was quick to take off my clothes before entering the shower.

She was there. In all her glory.

Her hazel eyes twinkled as she took me in and she smiled as her hand reached out and touched my chest. I didn't hesitate to meet her in a kiss.

A kiss that turned into so much more. Just like it usually did.

Something was different about this though, it wasn't rushed or aggressive, or even playful.

It was soft, slow, and sensual.

Her touches were softer but still firm in the way she held on to me. Her moans were breathier and her eyes fluttered closed more.

She always liked it in the shower.

And when we were done, she held onto me longer than she usually did. She peppered me with kisses more and she smiled dreamier.

The look on her face was different from the usual satisfaction it has after we've been together.

She kisses me one last time, whispering something I can't hear, before leaving the shower – leaving me to finish getting washed up. I'm done soon though, and with a towel wrapped around my hips, I enter our room.

She's not there.

I call for her, but I get no reply.

As I am walking past the bed, I feel something hit my shoulder. I look over as something hits me again.

My fingers poke at it and when I pull it to my face, I know it's wet.

And it's red.

I look up.

And there she is.

Bella Swan is pinned to the ceiling with a large gash on her stomach.

Her blood seeping into her white nightgown.

And before I could say… or do anything…

She bursts into flames.

"Dean! Wake up!"

I jerk up into a sitting position and look around to see that we were in our motel room. I feel something on my face and I realize its tears. I quickly wipe it away and look to see Bella and Sam on Sam's bed.

They could pass for twins.

Both were on their stomachs, at the end of the bed, with their chins resting on their hands.

They both had matching concerned looks on their face.

I look away from them and to the TV. And The Notebook, of all things, was what they had been watching, before I disturbed them with my nightmare.

The same nightmare I've been having for a week now.

"Good movie, yeah?"

I try to joke and keep my eyes from Bella's.

"Dude," Sam sighed, "What's going on? You've been having nightmares for a week now."

I finally looked at Bella, to see her hazel eyes studying me, before quickly averting my eyes to Sam.

"It's nothing." My voice is gruff and I try to clear it.

"It's not nothing – "

" – Sam." I cut him off, finally looking between the two.

Bella looked away from me to Sam and back, "I think I'll just go find something to eat from the vending machines."

Sam and I are in a quiet staring match, as Bella gets up and slips on her jacket and boots, before leaving the room. Sam finally breaks our stare to look at the closed door and back to me.

"You can talk to me, Dean," He said sympathetically, "If it's about Bella or…"

"It's not about Bella." I pushed off the bed, frustrated.

"It's not about Bella?" He raised his eyebrows at me, "Dude, you haven't even touched her in like a week. And I know you Dean… and I know her…" He looked away, "You're both pretty physical people."

I bit back the smugness, because one, it just wasn't the time for it. And two, I really haven't touched Bella in a week. Not since the nightmares started.

"It's nothing, okay?" I gave him a look, "I don't want to talk about it. So leave it alone."

He sighed and shook his head, "Okay."

I watched as he got up and shrugged on his jacket. I shook my head as he too left.

"Damn it!"

I threw the pillow I had been sleeping on and it hit the top of the TV, making the stand shake and knocking over Bella's purse. I sighed in frustration and roughly passed a hand through my hair, before getting up and going to pick up her purse.

Some stuff fell out, but I just stuffed it back in without really looking at any of it. But something caught my eye.

It was a key chain.

One of those picture ones.

I felt my lips tug as I took in the picture of Sam and Bella on one side. Sam was the only one looking at the camera, while Bella was hugging him with her head turned the other way – laying it on his chest. They were both smiling happily.

Turning over the key chain, I felt my smile drop a little as I took in the picture of me and Bella. We were both facing the camera but instead of smiling we were making silly faces.

I remembered both pictures being taken – both were from our time in Vegas. Sam and Bella's were from when Bella took us to see a concert on The Strip. And mine and hers were from one of many nights we spent in bars.

I sighed, before stuffing the key chain back into her purse. I had no idea that she made them into a keychain.

Something that she can keep with her where ever she went.

After I was done stuffing her purse back with her things, I put it back where it fell from and went to the bathroom. I decided to take a quick shower to get the sweat I collected while I had been sleeping off of me and maybe get rid of the constant tension on my shoulders.

I knew it was useless, but I had to try anyway.

Once I was under the spray of warm water, my thoughts started to drift. I fought hard to keep it from wondering towards 'The Nightmare'.

I just didn't know what I should do. I felt like I have been carrying around the ball of lead in the pit of my stomach for the past week. I could barely look at myself in the mirror. I knew I was losing sleep and getting snappy at both Bella and Sam.

It was starting to get to them too, I could tell. Twice throughout the week I've woken up to find Bella sleeping on the couch instead of next to me like she used to. She was getting bags under her eyes and she was getting quieter and quieter.

It was like she could sense whatever my problem was that it had something to do with her.

She was getting good at reading me.

I knew that the thing I was feeling in the pit of my stomach was guilt.

Seeing Bella pinned to that ceiling bleeding and burning every time I closed my eyes was slowly killing me.

It was just like Mom. And it was just like Jessica.

It was how every woman Sam and I had ever cared about ended up.

And I couldn't let that happen to Bella.

She just… meant too much to me. She meant more to me than any other woman that I had ever met.

And as I shut the shower off and toweled myself off, I knew what I had to do.

As I exited the bathroom, my eyes darted to the ceiling out of habit.

It was something I had been doing for a week now.

I felt the breath I hadn't known I was holding whoosh out of me, as I took in the petite woman sitting on the red couch in our room.

She and Sam had been gone all day, leaving me here to stew in my thoughts all alone. The sun had gone down a while ago and I had started to get worried.

But here she was, completely fine and intact. Though, Sam was still missing.

I took a breath as I walked past her to put my toiletries in my duffle. She stayed sitting on the couch, her head turned down – looking at the blade she was playing with. It was a simple switchblade, with a silver blade and a black handle. I had seen her play with it a lot. Flipping it open out of boredom and closing it on her thigh absently.

I also saw the initials CS on it. I knew it was her Dads.

"Are we going to talk?"

Her voice was low and she never stopped looking at the knife that she was poking her thumb with. When I didn't answer her, or even look at her, she gave off a frustrated huff before slapping the knife closed and looking at me.

"Dean."

That tone of voice, she rarely ever used, got my attention.

It was commanding and angry. Nowhere near the lighthearted and sometimes quiet voice was I used to.

Her eyes bore into mine. I had always thought they were the most expressive things about her. I can tell what kind of mood she was in just by how her eyes looked. If they lighter – green – she was happy and when she was angry they were dark – brown.

Right now they were brown. But I couldn't see the emotion behind them.

I couldn't see any emotion at all.

She was hiding.

And it made it easier.

"I think you should leave."

"What?"

She looked as shocked as I felt. I hadn't thought I was going to be able to actually do it. There was something about Bella Swan that I couldn't deny. Even now, as she sat there, her jaw slightly slacked and her eyes a little narrowed, I wanted more than anything to kiss her.

Because, God, I missed her lips.

"I think you should leave." I repeated, but this time it was weaker and more horse.

Her eyes were piercing me. And usually, that felt good, but right now… not so much. I felt like I was two inches tall under those eyes of hers.

After a few minutes of silent staring, something in her eyes changed.

They watered.

And I took a step back. But it was only out of shock.

I had never, never, seen Bella cry.

I have seen her with bruised ribs and a busted up face, but never once were there tears in her eyes. Even when Sam slammed her finger on the door of the Impala weeks ago, she just gave off a startled yelp but never once did she cry.

Bella quickly averted her eyes away from mine and down to her lap. She took a deep breath before looking back up again.

This time the tears were gone and her eyes were hard.

She gave off a little scoff, "Wow." She swallowed and slapped her thighs before getting up, as she whispered, "Okay."

I watched as she walked over to our bed and picked up her duffle bag.

"Where are you going?"

The panic started to set in and I realized that this was a mistake.

A very huge – huge – mistake.

She grabbed her purse, "I'm leaving Dean. Just like you want me to."

As she walked past me, my hand shot forward and grasped her arm, "Wait, I-"

Sam decided to walk into the room in that moment and when he looked between me and Bella, he put down the food he was carrying. Seeing Sam as my distraction, Bella shrugged her arm out of my grip and continued to walk towards the door.

"What's going on?"

"Goodbye, Sam."

"Wait, Bella," Sam looked back to me as Bella walked through the door, "Dean, what…? Bella, wait!"

It was like he didn't know what to do, as he looked between me and Bella in complete panic. He was completely torn between going after Bella and questioning me.

Behind him, Bella continued walking out the motel and into the parking lot.

And I realized that I needed to go after her.

"Bella, wait!"

"Bella!"

Sam and I were both shouting after her and making our way into the parking lot.

Suddenly, a canary yellow Porsche sped by us, causing me and Sam to stop abruptly. I watched as the same Porsche made a donut in the parking lot and stopped beside Bella.

"Bella!"

Sam and I both took off in a run, as Bella looked back one last time before climbing into the Porche. Before we could even reach it, the Porsche took off like a bat out of hell and sped away.

Taking Bella with it.

"Damn it!"

"Dean," Sam ground out slowly, "What the hell just happened?"

"Don't worry," I panted, "She has to come back. We have the rest of her stuff with us."

And I kept repeating that to myself, as Sam and I walked back to our room and the Porsche lights faded down the road.

She had to come back. She just had to.

AN: So, is she coming back? If so, when? And who the hell did she run away with?

I know a lot of you are probably wanting to rip my head off right now...

Dean pulled an Edward-fucking-move.

Not. Cool. I know.

But it was kind've needed - at least for Dean, it was. Not for Bella, she wont be too happy.

Dean starting to realize, little by little, that his feelings for Bella isn't just about lust or friendship... He genuinely cares about her.

I think, one of my favorite things about this chapter is Sam walking in on 'the break-up'. For the first time, you see him actually torn between Bella and Dean - not knowing what to do in a situation like that. I think that needed to happen as well, Sam is the softer one of the three... Bella and Dean - while both having very different upbringings and back-stories - they're very much the same in their personalities. They're both strong-willed people.

And Sam will get lost in the background if he doesn't step up.

I think this split will definitely make him think 'Hey, that shit ain't right... I need to put my two cents in too.'

And this isn't just a romance story... it's also a family story.

So I'm happy to inform you that you'll see a lot more of our Sammy in the upcoming chapters.

Now, enough of that rant...

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Trust me, the title within itself is a teaser.