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Some of these songs actually fit better with the last chapter but they can still kind of work for this one. We're not even sure if you guys play attention to the playlist so please let us know if we should even add it on here or if it's just a waste of time.

Chapter 11 Playlist:

Chasing Cars –Snow Patrol

Someone's Watching Over Me –Hilary Duff

Pack It Up –The Pretenders

We've Only Just Begun –Carpenters

Waking Life –Beck

Previously on Warmness on the Soul:

"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 I won't give up

No I won't break down

Sooner than it seems life turns around

And I will be strong

Even if it all goes wrong

When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe

Someone's watching over me.

At first things were a bit awkward in the house, with me being the only female and the only stranger. After a few days they started to get used to my presence and most of the time I just kept to myself. They decided to teach me self-defense to keep us busy. They were looking for a demon they called Yellow Eyes and so far they were coming up empty on any good information which seemed to anger them at times. After a few times, I ended up getting some bruises but that was something that came with the lessons. Dean avoided practicing with me and I had a feeling part of it was because of the fact that we had slept together.

I was outside in the junkyard sitting on the hood of a beaten up car; I had found this spot after my second day here. It was the place I decided I wanted to come to when I felt like being alone or when I needed to think. At the moment all I could think about was Charlie and how I had let him down. The guilt still ate at me every day that the reason Charlie had died was because of me. I leaned back on my palms and sighed as I looked at the stars above me. The weather here was better than Forks that was for sure, it was cold at night but there was never any rain. My time here has been peaceful and at the same time it felt like I was actually doing something with it.

I didn't look down when I heard footsteps approaching the back of the car. The lights from the stars were too fascinating at the moment for me to care which of the guys was approaching me. I saw through my peripherals that it was Dean. He sat on the hood next to me and looked up as well. "Did you not get to see the stars where you lived?" he asked.

I bit my lip lightly and shook my head before looking back down at my hands, "It's always raining so I could never do this. And I didn't have much time to actually enjoy the weather in Phoenix."

"You used to live in Phoenix?" he asked as he handed me the bottle he was holding. I didn't think much of it but just took it thinking he just needed me to hold it for a bit while he did something.

I placed the bottle in my lap and fidgeted with the cap, "Yeah with my mom and her husband."

"Why did you decide to live with your dad?" I looked over at him to find him staring at me intently as if he really wanted to know the answer to that question.

I bit my bottom lip and shrugged, "All my life I've been taking care of my mom. She didn't really have the personality or brains to take care of herself. When she got married to Phil it kind of made me feel like a third wheel; she really didn't need me to take care of her anymore," I sighed and looked back down at the bottle, "So I decided it was time to live with my dad and actually get to know him."

I finally took a look at the drink and realized it was whiskey. I handed it back to him realizing that there was no reason for me to hold it, "You want some?" he asked as he gently started taking the bottle by the neck.

I hesitated about actually giving it back to him. I was kind of curious to know what it tasted like and I've read and seen that it helps with grief at times; or at least at numbing the pain. We stayed there both holding the bottle for a bit before I decided to speak, "I've never…drank before."

"Not even on your 21st?" he asked surprised and baffled by my statement.

I smiled lightly at the fact that he thought I was older than I actually was, "I'll let you know in about 2 years or so."

His eyes widened and he stared at me, "What?"

His reaction was a bit funny which was making the smile on my face stay in place, "I'm not 21 yet." His hand slowly started to slip from the bottle so I took it and placed it on my lap.

For a moment it seemed as though he was trying to count on his fingers. He frantically jumped off the car and almost ran to the house tripping over his own feet but he suddenly stopped. He turned back to me and recomposed himself. I kept a confused look on my face even though I kind of wanted to laugh.

"So, in a couple years huh?" he asked, still looking a little frantic.

"Yeah, I've had opportunities but never really wanted to, being the daughter of a cop and all."

"So um . . ." his voice broke a bit "so- how old are you again?" he asked with his voice going up a few octaves as he spoke. He stood a few feet from me seeming anxious for an answer.

I smirked back at him, "I'll be 19 in a couple months."

I watched as he instantly relaxed making me laugh, "What's so funny?" he asked confused.

"Your reaction," I smiled as I shook my head, "Priceless." He gave me a slight annoyed look before taking a seat back next to me again. I unscrewed the bottle of whiskey and took a swig of it. It burned my throat and made my eyes water a bit but I was happy that I didn't start coughing and embarrassing myself like I had seen so many other teenagers do. The warmth of the alcohol reminded me of how it felt when Dean would get near me. It slowly started to spread to my insides.

I passed the bottle back to Dean and watched as he did the same as I had done. "So what brings you out here?" I asked him once he passed the bottle back to me.

"I can ask you the same question. You've been coming out here a lot lately," he noted.

I took another drink and nodded as I handed it back to him, "I like it out here. It's easier to think." He nodded in agreement and took another drink himself. I could already feel my head start to feel fuzzy; apparently I couldn't handle my liquor yet. "Do you like doing what you do?" I asked wanting to keep some kind of conversation between us.

"Yes and no," he replied back after being quiet for a while. I looked at him for an explanation. He glanced at me before looking back at the bottle in his hands, "I've been doing this since I was kid. It wasn't exactly something Sam and I had a choice about. The problem with this job is that it's dangerous. People die doing what we do and we accept that because it's the only way for hunters. We can't settle down and live a normal life. That isn't an option for us because even if we had that for just a small amount of time something evil would come around and kill everything and everyone we love." The way he was talking to me about it seemed like he was trying to warn me yet I can hear the devastation in his voice knowing that what he was saying was true. "There's no getting out of this life once you're in it."

I was a bit surprised that he was opening up like this to me. I couldn't tell if he was just telling me this to warn me away from it or if the alcohol was already affecting him. Either way I was happy that he was actually opening up a little; no matter the situation. I took the bottle from him and took another drink, "Looks like I'm stuck in it."

"No you aren't. You still have a choice," he insisted.

I shook my head and took another drink, "I got stuck into this life the moment that vampire decided to stick around. The stupid thing is I let him." I rubbed at my face before taking another drink.

"That's not true," he asserted as he shook his head. His tone angered me as if he knew what was best for me. I'm pretty sure the alcohol had something to do with it but I couldn't stop.

I jumped off the hood of the car, "Seriously?!" I turned around to look at him, "Stop saying that! That fucking asshole told me that because I knew about them that his stupid leaders would come after me! I'm basically a dead woman. Especially if you keep negating the fact that I'm stuck in this life just like you and Sam are. Without you guys helping me…I really won't be able to tell you about my 21st."

"Bella calm down. I never said we would leave you alone; I'm just trying to tell you that your life doesn't have to end up like ours. We are revenge driven. We have seen so much shit that it would send any normal person howling to the nut house. . . Even if we win, we still lose and usually somebody we loved," the anger and despair made his voice rougher than usual. His eyes glossed over as if he were to cry.

I felt the warmth again; I hadn't noticed it at the time but he had grabbed my hands almost in a pleading motion. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or his touch that was making me get really hot. He was so close to me, our eyes locked and this feeling inside rose up within me. It burned but in a way I hadn't felt before, he and I both leaned in. He cupped my face with his hand and the warmth trickled into my face, I felt so hot I suddenly felt sick.

I barely pushed him aside in time before I puked. The after burn and taste of the alcohol coming back up made me gag even more.

"Ugh," I stood up straight again to find him looking at me with a smirk.

"Next time you're sticking to beer. You okay?" he asked genuinely concerned but still with a humored tone to his voice.

My head rushed as I tried to gain control of my gag reflex. "Isn't beer gross though? It smells gross," I said but remembering the smell of beer made me almost lose it again. He made a weird face.

"Alright, let's go inside and get you some water … and some mouthwash."

I blushed instantly knowing that he probably made that face because of my breath which I'm sure smelled like vomit.

He put one arm around my shoulder and we began to head to the house. "Don't sweat it, you'll get used to it," he chuckled and patted me on my back lightly before we went inside.

It had already been about a week and a half since I had gotten here with the boys. The self-defense lessons were still going and I was getting better at it. And Dean was still refusing to participate in those lessons; which now could be because of that almost kiss we had just a few days before. We had continued our little talks out in the junkyard; he'd bring out a different kind of beer he had bought that same day so I could find the one I liked.

I was still having a hard time sleeping. Thankfully I wasn't waking everyone up with my screams this time around. I'd just wake up crying with a heavy feeling in my chest. I was doing my best to ignore the strange thing going on with my scar on my arm. The dots had started turning into these weird veiny lines and since they were black it was both gross and scary. I really didn't want to worry the guys about it since they seemed to be worried about Yellow Eyes already.

Tonight was one of those nights; I had woken up with that heavy feeling in my chest and tears streaming down my face. Knowing that if I fell asleep I would just have the same dream about Charlie again, I decided to get up. I wiped at my face before getting up off the bed and silently padding my way out of my room and down the stairs as carefully as possible. I stopped at the bottom of the staircase when I realized that the television was on and I could hear what sounded like western music. I looked over at the couch to see Dean was lying down watching it. As soon as he saw me standing there he sat upright, seeming a bit panicked, "Are you okay?" he sounded concerned.

I wiped at my face again, realizing that I hadn't exactly wiped all the tears away, and nodded as I slowly started making my way over to him, "I'm fine." I took in a breath and ran my hand through my hair unsure on what to do.

"Want to join me?" he asked as he patted the spot next to him. I bit my lip and nodded before making my way over and gently sitting beside him. I smiled at him lightly when I noticed that he was still looking at me. He quickly looked away from me to the screen. I looked over at the screen and was only able to recognize one person in this old film: Clint Eastwood.

I smirked, "Guess I should have known you'd be into westerns."

"Why do you say that?" he asked as he continued looking at the screen.

"Kind of goes with the whole classic rock thing," I shrugged. He just hummed back in response making me look away from him and at the screen. I hadn't realized how close I was sitting next to him until I felt that warmth spread through me. I instinctively leaned in closer to his side and relaxed. It still baffled me on why he made me feel this way. Even though I knew that I didn't feel anything for Edward anymore, I knew that I thought I had loved him at some point but these kinds of things never happened with him. Then again he never tried making a sexual move on me either; which I'm thankful he hadn't.

All the lack of sleep from the last week and a half was starting to get to me now that I was actually able to relax. My eyes started to droop but I fought to keep my eyes open; to no avail.

(Dean's POV)

I had been having a hard time sleeping the last couple of nights. The fact that I was keeping from Bella that her mom and stepdad were missing was eating at me. I had to tell her at some point; especially if I wanted to get sleep any time soon. I sat there half paying attention to the movie, half worrying about Bella. I then saw her standing at the stairs; I quickly sat up "Are you okay?"

She ran her hands through her hair "I'm fine," she smiled and walked over to me. "I just couldn't sleep," she leaned forward and pushed me slightly so that my back was against the couch. She straddled me and ran her hands down my chest while I wrapped mine around her. I let my hands wander, one trailing its way to her breasts and one down the back of her shorts causing her to let out a light moan.

I heard light footsteps coming down the stairs; I quickly snapped out of it and sat up just to see Bella standing at the bottom of the stairs. I panicked a little, recapping on the thoughts I was just having about her. "Are you okay?" Wow, talk about Deja vu.

She wiped her face and nodded as she started to make her way over to me. "I'm fine," she said as she ran her fingers through her hair. That motion I always found attractive but now it was a total turn on.

"Want to join me?" I asked patting the place next to me on the couch. She sat down lightly and I kept my eyes on her. I noticed her eyes were a little watery and quickly turned to look at the screen again.

"Guess I should have known you'd be into westerns," she said suddenly.

"Why do you say that?" I asked just wondering if she really was okay.

"Kind of goes with the whole classic rock thing," she stated.

I simply hummed back in response trying not to think too much on how close she was to me. She leaned in even closer and I could feel her body relaxing against me. I kept my mind off my dirty thought and just focused on how much I just wanted to protect her. Her breathing changed and as I looked down to my shoulder, I noticed she had fallen asleep. I laid a light kiss on the crown of her head and went back to watching my movie. I don't know if I had the same effect on her but every time she was this close to me it felt right. Indescribable warmth rose up in me and I realized that one way or another I would fight for us…against every big bad son of a bitch out there.

As gently as possible I moved my arm away from her causing her head to roll towards my chest before I wrapped my arm around her. A small sigh escaped her lips as I slowly ran my fingers up and down her arm. I looked down at her and kissed her temple before actually paying attention to the movie again.

(Bella's POV)

The first thing I realized when I was coming to was that I wasn't crying and there wasn't a heavy feeling in my chest. The next thing I noticed was that there was this incredible warmth that filled me both inside and out. What I really should have noticed was the fact that my mattress was slowly moving up and down…as if breathing. I slowly opened my eyes and realized that it wasn't my mattress at all but rather Dean. My head was laying on his chest and about half my body was on top of him to keep from falling off the couch.

He was still sound asleep and he seemed peaceful. It made me smile a bit to see him this relaxed. "Morning," Sam said in a chipper voice causing me to jump and yelp as I fell off the couch and landed hard on my backside.

I sat up and glared at Sam who was standing with a cup of coffee by the entrance of the living room. He was chuckling, trying to hide his smile behind his mug, "You sure know how to scare a girl. You know, Sam," I continued as I started getting up, "this is why you never get laid." A deep groggy laugh filled the room making me look behind me to find Dean laughing.

"You've been hanging out with Dean too much," Sam said with a shake to his head as he turned around to head back into the kitchen.

"She's got you there Sammy," Dean told him making me smile back at him. I'll admit at first watching the brothers bicker at each other was a bit awkward but after a few days I realized that it was actually quite entertaining.

After going back upstairs and taking a shower and getting dressed, I came back downstairs to see that the guys were eating some donuts that someone had gotten while I was in the shower. "Has the paper come yet?" I asked as I bounded towards the kitchen.

"Wasn't here this morning," Sam said before he took a sip from his mug. I nodded and walked to the front door, stepping outside to find the newspaper on the steps. I picked it up and started back inside. I opened it up and right when I entered the kitchen I froze. There on the front cover was a picture of me and Charlie. It was the same picture I had in my wallet that I had taken from Charlie before I left the house. The article explained how we were both missing without a trace and that no one had any idea where we were. Since Charlie was chief of police they believe us both to be in danger.

The part that made my stomach coil and my heart clench painfully was the fact that Renee and Phil were also missing. And apparently they've been missing for quite some time. I blinked back the tears that were threatening to fall, "Bella?" I heard Bobby ask. I looked up at him unsure on what to say, "What's wrong?" he asked. By now I realized that all three men were around me waiting for an answer. I swallowed the lump that was in my throat down and shakily handed Bobby the paper. I watched as he skimmed through it, "Balls."

As soon as Dean took the paper away from Bobby, he and Sam were both reading it; Bobby was helping me walk over to a chair in the kitchen. I sat down and took in a deep breath as I tried to let it sink in. Sure, I wasn't close to my mother but she was still my mother that didn't mean I didn't love her. Had they gone missing because of me? Was it a cold one or yet another demon? If it was a demon I'd have to conclude that there was obviously one after me. "What does this mean?" I asked in a small voice before looking up to find all their concerned faces.

"We…we don't know," Sam said in defeat.

"Is there…is there something after me?" I asked before adding, "Other than the obvious I mean."

Bobby placed a hand on my shoulder making me look up at him, "From what I've been able to gather Yellow Eyes might just be targeting you too."

My brows furrowed in confusion, "But why?" I nervously clasped my pendant in my hand waiting for an answer.

"We think it may have something to do with that bite of yours," he continued as he pointed to my arm. I had sleeves on to cover it up but I couldn't help but cover it lightly with my hand and rub at it. There was no way I was going to show them how it looked.

"You think it has something to do with the fact that I smell like a vampire?" I asked timidly. By now the guys had also taken their seats except for Bobby who continued to stand next to me.

"Yeah we think so," he said with a sigh, "I'm still trying to look into it." I nodded before running a hand through my hair, looking back at the boys. So this demon was after all of us and apparently we all wanted the same thing. We wanted to kill this asshole and avenge our parents.

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