A/N: So, I've answered all the reviews by now, I hope. If not, they will be answered in a coming chapter. We had some really great ones last time around, so, ready for another round, guys? Filler chap, btw.

BPOV:

Personally, I didn't care much that I broke my hand, and neither did the guys. We'd been out of Forks for at least a week and 4 days, and it was wonderful. The first four days, we'd had an aquiantance meeting withh Uncle Bobby, which was great to see him again, then the last three days of week one were on the road. These last four days? We were hunting.

"Dean?" I groaned from the Impala's backseat, my eyelids were starting to droop, and I was exhausted. I needed sleep, but when the driver keeps running into potholes, you don't get that, ever.

"Yeah?" Dean asked, trying to resist turning around, but instead, used the rearview mirror.

"Stop hitting the fucking potholes!" I yelled, growling at the same time. He was really starting to annoy me as another pothole came up and he rammed the car straight throught it. Oh, how much I hated him today. I demanded to sleep, and when I don't, I get pissed off. Sam had faound that out once, when we were younger.

Dean chuckled to himself, and after that, he threw his leather jacket back to me, as I curled it up under my head, and fell into a dream-like state. As soon as I did, my hell nightmares began, they were horrible. They used to never be here, not when I was him. Oh, how I did miss him, despite everything he had done, but now, now I had Dean, and he was wonderful, even if he couldn't stop my nightmares. Sam, oh, he was alright too, but something was off with him these days, and neither his brother, nor I, could figure him out.

My nightmares began to end, and when they did, I could feel my body being lifted up, and carried away. I sighed, silently, to myself, and let whoever it as take me. I didn't care - I'd gotten my sleep I had needed, and I was content. The arms that had me were cold, and hard, and I almost melted into them. So peaceful, that they put me straight back to sleep.

Wait...cold? Fuck! My eyes shot open immediately, and I was staring into coal black ones. Not a demon, no, but my own personal demon - Edward Cullen. I had no idea how he found me in Maine, nor did I really care to know. I just really knew is that I wanted out, and now. I started struggling, but he tightened his grip on me, and began carrying me farther away from, well, wherever the hell I was before. I was close to screaming when he kicked a door open.

That was when I screamed, and I screamed loud, if not loud enough to alert someone that someone was trying to take me away from my love, and my favorite, almost brother. "Somebody help me! PLEASE!" I screamed again, and Edward almost dropped me from how loud my screams were.

Edward growled, or, well, he more of snarled with a vengeance at me. In my mind, I was chanting for Castiel, Dean, or hell, even Ruby or Sam to come and save me. I needed it this time, I really did.

A/N: There we go. I can't think anymore. XD -Heather