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Chapter 10 Playlist:

I'll See You Again – Westlife

Dance With My Father –Luther Vandross

See You Again –Charlie Puth

Back in Black –AC/DC (Song featured/mentioned in the chapter)

Can't Fight This Feeling –REO Speedwagon (Song featured/mentioned in the chapter)

Previously on Warmness on the Soul:

"Why does she care so much about Edward?" Sam asked, his voice moving towards me.

"She's his sister. Well not his sister-sister; she's from the same coven," I said in an exasperated voice.

So let the light guide your way

Hold every memory as you go

And every road you take will always lead you home.

I sat on the steps as I watched the smoke from the ashes slowly fade away. Sam's footsteps came into the kitchen and walked towards me.

"Bella..." he paused "Do you want to keep the ashes or maybe scatter them someplace?"

I looked at him with a solemn look, "Scatter them, and I know the perfect place. He always loved fishing at the lake," a slight smile made its way to my lips thinking about it.

Sam mirrored my expression and nodded in understanding; he went back into the kitchen and came out with a mason jar. He went over to the ashes, got down on one knee and carefully scooped them into the jar; I walked over to him just as he was finishing. After placing the lid on the jar he handed it to me. I looked at it and a small pain crept into my chest. I was just at a loss of words from looking at this little jar and thinking that this is what's left of my dad. I hugged the jar and cradled it against my chest. It began to rain, so me and Sam headed inside.

Dean still hadn't come back from getting us some food. The conversation we had earlier about the Cullen's still ran through my mind. It was obvious they had never run into vampires that did what the Cullen's did; that was evident when I explained to them that the Cullen's had considered themselves a family instead of a coven. They had never heard of a vampire that sparkled in the sun.

Dean's reaction kept running through my mind causing my lips to quirk up into a small smile. His exact words were: "These aren't vampire's man. These are douche bags."

I was sitting on the couch when Sam decided to join me, "Does it usually take your brother this long to get food?"

"Umm, I'm sure he won't be too much longer," he said checking the watch on his wrist.

We sat there quietly for a few moments when I decided to break the silence, "What does your family think of you guys doing this? I mean, it's pretty dangerous right, aren't they worried something might happen to you?"

"That's the thing about this life Bella. Something always happens to make someone want to do this," he paused, contemplating what to say, "Our mother was murdered by a demon when Dean and I were just kids." He stopped for a second but continued, "I got out of the life to go to college but wanted back in when my girlfriend got killed the same way our mom did. We found out the same demon that killed them killed our father 4 months ago, so we don't really have anyone to worry about us. We live on our hope that we can avenge them and take down every evil thing we can so that what happened to us does not happen to anyone else."

I realize now that they had avoided telling me about their dad because of how hard it must have been on them but knowing this made me feel even closer to the boys. They knew exactly how I felt and that made me feel even worse about the fit I threw after I woke up. Without giving it another thought I threw my arms around Sam's torso and buried my head at the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around me too and rested his chin on the top of my head, "I'm so sorry Sam."

The door suddenly swung open, letting in cold air. "Uh, am I interrupting something?" Dean asked in a kind of humored tone making both me and Sam jump up and let each other go as if we were caught doing something bad. Dean gave Sam a weird expression; I looked at Sam to see him wiping tears from his eyes. "Is this a chick flick moment, because… I can come back later?"

"No, Bella and I were just talking," he said adjusting his clothes. Dean avoided asking about what and just came in with bags of food. I didn't think I was hungry until the smell of the food hit me.

"Mmm, that smells good," I recognized the smell; it had to be from the Carver Café.

"I heard it was the best burger in town so I couldn't pass it up," Dean chimed; clearly happy he was getting to eat. He handed Sam and me a burger and fries. I smiled at the thought that me and my dad would get to enjoy a last meal from the Carver Café together. We ate in silence after that until Dean said between bites, "So have you finished packing yet?"

I stopped in the middle of taking a bite of my burger and looked at Dean with a confused expression, "Packing? What am I supposed to be packing for?"

Dean and Sam exchanged looks. "You guys didn't talk about this," Dean said with an annoyed tone.

"Sorry…" Sam apologized to both of us, it seemed. "We got caught up talking about other things."

"Okay, what are you guys talking about?" I interrupted. Sam was about to start saying something but his brother cut him off.

"Bella, we can't stay here. We have to leave but we can't leave you here either. You have to come with us so we can keep you safe," he said in a calm careful manner. I was about to argue, thinking that I couldn't leave this place behind, but after rationalizing things I realized I didn't have anything here anymore. Charlie was gone and I didn't really have any friends either. I also definitely needed protection, not just from vampires and demons but those things in the woods.

"Okay…yeah. Thank you for not just leaving me here like they did," I smiled at them. Dean again seemed surprised at my answer.

"Alright, go ahead and finish eating and we'll help you after," Dean spoke in a chipper relieved tone.

I kept thinking about how the Cullen's would act like they were so good just because they lived among us and didn't kill us; then these two boys, that had nothing but each other, risk their lives for people they didn't even know. They were a real family; they were the ones who were actually good.

I went upstairs and started packing once I had finished my meal. I didn't have many clothes to pack and since everything was for a cold and rainy place I knew that these clothes would be useless at some point. They didn't exactly tell me where they were taking me but I was hoping it wasn't somewhere like Forks. Sam and Dean had stayed downstairs making me going into Charlie's room one last time a bit more private. As soon as I walked in my eyes began to water; the room smelled like him, it was a scent I wouldn't be around anymore.

I went over to his bed slowly and stopped to pick up the plaid jacket he left on it. It was the same jacket he was wearing when he gave me my truck; which was also something I wouldn't have anymore. I put his jacket on and breathed in the collar before looking around his room again. This wasn't a place I would come into often. I went over to his nightstand and decided I would take his badge with me along with a photo of the two of us taken at Carver Café after my graduation.

These were the little things I would have left of my father. And these were the things that I would never let go. I put the picture in my wallet and clipped the badge to my waistband before taking one last look around the room and heading downstairs. "Okay, I think I'm ready," I announced once I made it down the last step and approached Sam and Dean in the living room.

Dean turned the television off before walking towards the door behind Sam. They both gave me a weird look as I put my duffle bag on my shoulder ready to get going. "That's all you're taking?" Dean asked surprised.

I pursed my lips and looked at my duffle before looking at him, "Uh, yeah. Why? Am I supposed to be taking a suitcase full or something?"

Sam smiled and shook his head, "I think my brother is just surprised that a girl isn't taking a bunch of clothes."

I nodded and went to open the front door, "Well I'm not like most girls; I'm not one to care about fashion that much." We all started towards the Impala, Dean and Sam were ahead of me.

I watched as Dean smirked at his brother, "She has less clothes than you do Sammy," he nudged at Sam's side. I smiled lightly before I handed over my duffle to Dean so he could throw it in the trunk as I got into the back seat. I stared at the house that I once called home as he drove away. Now we were headed for the place where I'd tell Charlie goodbye for the last time.

Sam and Dean were behind me, waiting by the Impala, while I stood at the edge of the dock and stared into the mason jar which held my father's ashes. I sighed and looked out to the lake, "I'm sorry this happened to you dad. If I could go back and change the decision I made to get involved in this mess, I would. I hope that wherever you are is better than here because right now here isn't doing very good for me, especially without you." I sniffled as the tears started to spring to my eyes and a lump started to form in my throat, "You don't have to worry. Sam and Dean will take care of me… I love you dad." I opened the jar slowly pouring his ashes towards the lake, "I will miss you so much."

As soon as the jar was empty I placed it on the dock and just watched as some of his ashes flew in the air and the rest floated on the surface of the water. I heard footsteps approaching me but didn't look. As soon as they were behind me I knew who it was. The warmth spread through me making the painful feeling in my chest automatically die down.

"Your father was a good man," Dean said in a low voice, he was standing so close to me that if he spoke any louder it would have hurt my ear.

I took in a shaky breath and nodded in agreement, "He was." I felt this tension in the air around us as if something needed to be said. I slowly turned around and looked up into his green eyes. He looked back into my eyes for a bit before lifting his hand up to reveal a necklace with an antique heart shaped pendant. It was the size of a half dollar and had a pentagram engraved onto it.

"I got this for you," he said as he lightly placed it on my palm once I had lifted it up, "It has some of Charlie's ashes in it."

I took the pendant and stared at it as the tears started to form again. This was so sweet and considerate of him that no words that I said would explain how grateful I was for it. I grasped the pendant in my hand lightly before I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head against the crook of his neck, "Thank you." His arms wrapped around me and instantly an invisible security blanket hugged me. I knew that I should be ignoring this since my father had just died and I had just spread his ashes but this feeling I got when I was with and around Dean was undeniable. It was something I could not control and part of me was worried about that.

After a few more moments of holding on to each other I pulled away and gave him a small smile with watery eyes. I lifted the necklace and asked him with my eyes if he'd put it on me. He took the necklace from me as I turned around and lifted my hair off my neck. He placed it softly on my neck and clasped it; his fingers lingered on the back of my neck before he pulled away. I glanced at him before looking back at the lake one last time, "Let's go."

Apparently Bobby lived in South Dakota in a town called Sioux Falls which was about a day's journey but according to Sam we'd get there within 20 hours or so and would only make stops to eat, get gas, and use the restroom. Which was a more embarrassing situation for me then it was for them. The first few hours were a bit awkward with nothing but the engine, our breathing, and eventually Dean's playlist. And by playlist I mean the cassette tapes of classic rock he played over and over again.

After using the restroom and getting some snacks at a gas station, Sam and I waited in the car while Dean filled up the Impala. We had just entered Idaho and were gonna be getting to Montana in just a few hours. Sam was going through a small box of the cassette tapes, "This guy is so behind on this century," Sam said as he continued looking through it.

I leaned forward from the back seat to look at the tapes, "Wow," I said as I recognized some of the bands that Charlie used to listen to when he was younger; he had owned and would listen to the same bands when he picked me up every summer since I was nine.

"What?" Dean asked as he got into his seat and closed the door.

"You seriously need to update your cassette tape collection," Sam said as Dean started the car.

"Why?" he asked confused.

Sam gave him an incredulous look but it seemed Dean wasn't getting it so I decided to speak up, "Well for one they're cassette tapes."

He glanced back at me before driving off, "She's right Dean. I mean look at this, Black Sabbath, Motor head, Metallica?" he questioned as he pulled out the tapes one by one.

Dean took the last tape from him and put it in, "House rules Sammy. Driver picks the music. Shotgun shuts his cakehole." I smiled and leaned back into my seat before looking out the window. The song Back in Black from AC/DC started and my smile faltered a bit knowing that this was one of Charlie's favorite songs when I was younger. I shook my head and pushed the thoughts away. Based on the bands I had seen in the box, and the ones that Sam had mentioned, I was going to have to get used to listening to music that Charlie used to listen to; it seemed Dean and Charlie had the same taste.

After a few more hours of listening to Dean's cassettes, which had played over and over that I remembered all the songs and knew the lyrics, he decided to turn the radio on. I was a bit surprised when Dean didn't change the station because this sure didn't seem to be a song Dean would willingly listen to. The song 'Can't Fight This Feeling' by REO Speedwagon was playing on the radio.

"And even as I wander I'm keeping you in sight…" he started singing along. Both Sam and I were stunned. I have to admit that Dean sang nice and caused me to get slight goose bumps over my body. His voice was definitely a sexy one but I still found it a bit shocking to hear him singing such a cheesy song from a guy with that much hair.

When the song was at the end of the ballad I decided to speak, "You're kidding right?" No one seemed to make a move to turn down the music so I leaned forward and lowered it down.

"What?" Dean asked casually.

"REO Speedwagon? Really?" I asked in disbelief.

"Hey, Kevin Cronin sings it from the heart," Dean defended.

I let out a small chuckle and leaned back into my seat, "He sings it from the hair," I smirked, "There's a difference." Sam turned his face towards the window and chuckled while Dean gave him an annoyed look. Dean went back to listening to his tapes and within a few hours we passed a sign that read Sioux Falls, South Dakota. I was getting a little nervous having to finally meet the guy who tried to help with my scar thing two months ago. Since things were happening so fast I had a feeling this guy had no idea I was coming.

Other than knowing about my scar and how I smell like a certain vampire, I didn't know how much he knew about me. Did they talk about me when they were here? Or did they discuss me like I was just a case? We pulled up to a huge gate that was open and had the sign 'Singer Auto Salvage' above it in huge letters. He stopped the Impala in front of the house and they started getting out. I followed suit and walked behind them as they casually strolled up the steps and started walking inside. This must have been the place they considered home at some point if they were able to walk in like they owned the place.

"What the hell are you idjits doing back so early?" I heard a gruff voice say as I entered the house and quietly closed the door behind me.

"Change of plans," Sam said as he went to the fridge and got out a few beers.

I awkwardly made my way over and stood at the entrance of what looked like the living room with my hands tucked into the pockets of my jeans. The man that spoke earlier, whose name is Bobby if I remember correctly, was sitting at a desk that had stacks of books and papers on it. He looked to be about 10 to 15 years older than Charlie. He had a reddish-brown beard and mustache and was wearing a green and white baseball cap which showed a bit of his greying hair.

He was looking through a book and hadn't noticed me yet. I looked over and watched Sam hand Dean a beer just waiting for Bobby to notice I was in the room. "Hey Bobby," Sam called as he made his way over and stood next to me. Bobby then looked up and caught eyes with me. His eyes were a nice blue color; seemed like I was the only person with muddy brown eyes which were dull while everyone else in the room had beautiful colored eyes that seemed vibrant.

"Hell, that should have been the first thing you idjits mentioned," he said before he stood up and started his way over to me. I smiled gently at him and clasped the pendant on my neck with my left hand.

"Sorry Bobby. This is Bella. Bella this is Bobby," Sam introduced just as he came up and shook my hand.

I tucked the hair behind my ear, "Nice to meet you," I murmured remembering my manners.

"You too. Hope these boys have been treating you right," he told me as he started heading towards the fridge.

Dean made a scoffing noise causing me to glance in his direction, "Like we would treat a lady any other way." Dean and Bobby went into a discussion about women and Dean's manners which quickly lost my interest as I walked over to the pile of books on the table that Bobby had been sitting at. I immediately recognized one of the covers, which was partially hidden under a book about exorcisms. I had the same book on my bookshelf at home; or at least the place that used to be my home.

I gently took the book out from underneath it and stared at the cover. I had bought the book when I was figuring out what Edward was; this book helped confirm my suspicions. "We got that from a store in Port Angeles after the whole Victoria incident," Sam said from beside me.

I put the book back down and looked back up at him, "I have the same book."

"Really?" he asked surprised, "Is that how you figured out the whole vampire thing?" he asked curiously.

I bit my lip and shook my head, "I kind of figured it out by myself. The book just helped confirm that I wasn't losing my mind."

"You just…figured it out…" he seemed baffled by the news.

I smiled at his surprised and confused expression, "Yes Sam. Don't be so surprised."

He smiled back, "But how?" The story he wanted me to tell him was kind of a long one and one I wasn't sure I wanted to discuss.

As if reading my mind, Dean came over, "So there are two bedrooms other than Bobby's. You'll take the bedroom that's upstairs and down the hall to your right," he told me before turning to Sam, "Play you for it?" he asked with a cocky grin.

Once they had their fists on top of their palm I decided to interrupt, "I'll take the couch."

They both stopped what they were doing and looked at me, "You're the guest Bella," Sam said.

"Yeah, the uninvited guest. I insist on staying on the couch," I stated. They both opened their mouths to speak so I decided to speak instead, "No, seriously it's best if I stay down here anyway. I'd probably trip down the stairs in the middle of the night if I wanted to get a glass of water or something."

"Can't have that sweetheart. If you stay down here Bobby will have our asses," Dean told me with a slight smirk on his face before turning back to look at Sam with his fist back in position. I sighed in defeat and watched as they played 'rock-paper-scissors.' Dean played rock while Sam played paper, needless to say Sam won. Sam smiled while Dean grunted in annoyance, "How does paper beat a rock?"

After a few more minutes of bickering Sam went out to the car to get all our duffle bags. I stood awkwardly by the entrance of the living room and watched as Dean started making the couch as comfortable as possible so he could sleep on it. Bobby went back over to his desk and turned the lamp on before going through his books and papers again; seemed like Bobby wasn't going to sleep anytime soon even though it was already passed midnight.

Sam came in and handed me my duffle bag which I placed on my shoulder before looking back at Dean. He grabbed his duffle from Sam and looked at me hesitantly as if he wanted to say something. I pressed my lips into a fine line, "Night," I told him as I turned around to follow Sam upstairs. I ignored the sudden pain in my right arm and continued following Sam.

"Good night," I heard him reply back lightly. Sam showed me to my room.

"Make yourself at home Bella," he tried to smile then made his way to his room in a yawn.

So for those of you that didn't put two and two together the reason Dean was being so mean and rude a few chapters ago to Bella was because they had just lost their father. Everyone kept wondering why he was being so rude so there's your explanation. Hope that helped. And once again if you have any theories about anything in the chapter or want to point something out feel free to do so. Hope you enjoyed it!

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