Chapter Nine- Life Long Gig

"Come on Bell, I see Sam." Jo's voice shook me out of my daydream. I was jarred even more when she pulled open my door and wrenched me out of the passenger seat.

Linking her arm through mine she hauled me over to a tall, well-built man, whom I supposed was quite good-looking. "Sam." She said.

He nodded his head in recognition. "Hey Jo."

"This is my cousin Bella. Bella, this is my… well, this is Sam Winchester." She said, gesturing.

I stuck my hand out in front of me. "Nice to meet you." I said stiffly, unsure whether he would be as hostile as his brother.

"Yeah, it's nice to meet you too. Sorry about my brother- he's not really into working with other hunters. Some of them are just crazy." He said, seeming to think of one or two in particular.

"I don't doubt it. I know Dean said to come up with a plan, but aren't you guys supposed to be the experts on this demon? The only things I've ever dealt with are vampires and werewolves." I asked, trying to be friendly and professional at the same time.

Sam grimaced. "We've been tracking it for years. It killed both our parents- and we still don't know much about it. We at least know what to look for in order to find it. But without a weapon, I don't know how much we're going to be able to do." He said, turning to head inside.

"If you're worried, just tell us how to find it and we'll leave you out of it." Jo said, and I nodded vigorously. My low level of self-perseverance had been pointed out on many occasions, but I wasn't about to pull these people into this fight too.

He chuckled humorously, leading us over to the bar. "You both have a lot to learn about hunting. It's a life long gig. There's no getting out of it, I've tried. This is a battle our family has been in for twenty years, and it's up to me and my brother to finish it."

He locked eyes with me. "I'm only going to say this once. The best way to assure a life without demons is to get out while you still can. We won't think any less of you if you turn around now and let us save your boyfriend." He said. The words would have normally provoked me, but I could read the sincere warning in his eyes.

I smiled for a moment. "Thank you, really. But I can't turn my back, not even if I wanted to. And I don't, so let's just make a plan and follow it, so that we can all go back to our lives. Besides, like I said, monsters don't bother me- that much anyway. My best friend is a werewolf, and well, the guy you are going to try and save… yeah, he's a vampire…" I said, but was interrupted, as I had expected.

By this time we were at the bar, and Sam and Jo had sat down next to who I presumed to be Dean Winchester. He was shorter but more built than Sam, and had a very serious look to him, like he'd seen so much in his life that nothing would be surprising.

"Whoa, you never said anything about your boyfriend being a vampire. Let's back up here, we're not saving an innocent person? You're sending us after a bloodthirsty vamp?" Dean asked incredulously.

I rolled my eyes. "No, you want bloodthirsty you can jump on a plane to Italy. The Cullens limit themselves to animal blood because they don't believe in killing people- they have to work very hard to be good, and they deserve a break okay? So lets all play nice." I muttered.

"Oh yeah? And why should we believe you?" He sneered.

"Dean, it's not unheard of. We've run into it before." Sam said patiently, clearly trying to calm his brother down.

Dean seemed to have nothing to say to this, he merely glared in another direction.

"Good," I said, relieved there hadn't been a bigger fight, "so what's the plan?"

Dean smirked. "The plan is, we're going to use you for bait."