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"Sammy-" His name was loud in my ear which made me shoot into a sitting position. I was in the backseat of Dean's car and we were on the move.
"Dreaming about me?" His voice asked. My eyes widened and I looked to the passenger seat to see Sam grinning back at me. "Hey Bella."
My eyes flew to Dean's in the rear view mirror, his eyes were red and he was looking at me strange. It took a couple of seconds for me to realise, but he was warning me. Don't do anything stupid.
"Sam, you're back." I said, quietly but with a strong voice. I knew for certain that Dean had killed that shapeshifter, and maybe this was another one. They didn't usually travel together, but it was possible.
"Of course, they couldn't keep me locked down there forever." He smiled and I felt sick. I couldn't even look at him.
"What happened?"
"You fainted." Dean said, is knuckles tight on the steering wheel.
"I don't faint." I disagreed like a petulant child. Dean rolled his eyes, but didn't reply. "Where are we going?" I asked.
"Away." Sam said. I scooted over to the middle seat and placed my arm on Dean's arm.
"Put your belt on." Dean told me.
"We need to go back." I whispered. I couldn't stand the thought of leaving behind my friends bodies.
"We can't." He said and looked down at Sam's hands. I followed his gaze and caught sight of the gun that was pointed at Dean. I searched myself for my gun, but I came up empty handed.
"You won't find it, Bella." Sam said.
"Who are you?"
"It's me. Really, it is."
"Bella, put your belt on."
"Then why are you pointing a gun at Dean?"
"We need to do something."
"What do you mean?" I felt sick. I couldn't be a part of his twisted games any longer.
"I mean, we have somewhere to be."
"Who is 'we'?"
"All three of us." Dean added. Sam smiled at Dean, obviously happy that he was on board his plan.
I sat back and glared at the back of Sam's head. He wasn't going to put the gun down, I knew that much. I looked around the back seat trying to remember which part Dean shoved the 'in case of emergency' gun. Sam chuckled, looking back at me.
"Bella, it really is me. You really think I would stick you in the backseat with a gun?" Dean's eyes met mine once again, this time they were pleading. Put your belt on.
I instantly pulled my belt around my body, fastening it, just in time as Dean smashed the car into a metal girder on the side of a bridge. My body jerked forward, and then slammed back into the seat. A headache came straight away, but I ignored that as a sharp pain shot through my leg.
"Bella!" Dean shouted, desperately.
"I'm okay." I called, distracted by the pain in my leg.
I looked down and my stomach lurched. Blood was everywhere.
"Ahh.." I groaned as I gripped onto the side of the metal pole that was stuck in my leg. It had gone straight through the car door and straight through my leg. Where the hell had that come from?
"Sam?" Dean asked, leaning forward, checking on Sam. He was unconscious.
"What the hell were you thinking?" I shouted at Dean then hissing in pain.
"What's wrong?" He asked and spun round to look. His eyes settled on my leg and blood. "Jesus, Bella." His eyes turned sad and he looked as if he was about to cry.
"I'm fine." I ground out with my teeth clenched. It hurt like hell. "Did you crash your car on purpose?"
"Yes." He said, embarrassed. He tried his door to get out but it was stuck.
"Why?"
"He had a gun pointed at my head!"
"So you decided to kill us all?"
"I just needed to knock him out." He said, his eyes went back to Sam's beat up form. "We need to get him to Bobby's."
"Yes, we'll get right on that."
"Hey, I am sorry, okay? I didn't have much room to think of a plan!"
"So you crash into the side of a bridge? You are insane!" He didn't reply for a bit. The only sound heard in the car was my heavy breathing and my hisses of pain.
"Bella, are you okay?" He asked, softly.
"Just peachy." I ground out.
"Bells, what happened back home-"
"I don't think now is the best time to talk about how your brother just murdered all my friends." I sneered and looked away.
"I'm sorry, Bella." He whispered sadly.
"Well that isn't going to fix anything, is it?" I asked, harshly. He turned back to the front of the car and put his head down. I felt instantly guilty. It wasn't his fault that he didn't make it to the house in time. I sighed and grasped the side on the pole again, pulling and crying out in pain, but it did not budge.
"If you pull that out you will die." I jumped at the voice in my ear, then threw my head back and covered my mouth with my hand, muffling my scream of agony. "It has hit your main artery. You'll bleed to death."
"So did you appear just to tell me that or are you going to do something?"
He pressed his fingers to my head and my world began to spin. It stopped suddenly and I was lying on the road next to the car. I was bleeding out and Cas put his finger on my head then the pain disappeared. I was still covered in blood but the pole was gone so I figured there was no permanent damage. I stood, thanked him with a nod and turned back to the car. I tried to open the passenger side door, and with a few rough tugs, it swung open, knocking me back a couple of steps.
"Bell-" Dean started.
"Can we not talk right now?" I cut him off, harshly. I watched a frown form on his face. Rolling my eyes, I chose to ignore him.
I reached around Sam to unfasten his seat belt, feeling a little irritated. When I had it unclipped, I pulled it around his body and off him. Dean pushed Sam's left shoulder so he could fall against me. I wrapped his right arm around my shoulders and pulled as hard as I could to get him out of the car. Dean helped as he moved along the bench, pushing Sam towards me. When he was fully out the car, I let his body drop to the floor and began to walk away.
"Oh yeah, real nice, Bella." Dean yelled.
I flipped him off without looking back.
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I didn't walk too fast or too far ahead. I was still close enough to hear Dean struggling to carry and drag Sam. I also heard him muttering a few harsh words, but at that moment, I probably deserved every single one.
I saw a motel sign after walking at least three miles. I decided I should help Dean the rest of the way, so I waited for him to catch up.
"What, you want me to carry you too, princess?" He asked with a glare. Ignoring his comment, I wrapped Sam's other arm over my shoulder and we walked on. "Silent treatment. Awesome."
We arrived at the motel, Dean stayed outside holding Sam up, whilst I checked us in. After a few disturbing looks and comments, the guy gave me a room and I walked back outside to help get Sam to the room.
When we entered, we dragged Sam to the bed and threw him on, then turned the lights on.
I stared at the one wooden chair in the room. I looked over a Sam and back at the chair, an idea formed in my head. "Help me move him."
"Why?"
"So we can tie him up." I said in a 'duh' tone. Dean rolled his eyes.
"Why do we need to tie him up?"
"Because he's crazy. And just when you think you have reached the bottom of his craziness, there is a crazy underground garage."
"Bella-"
"I am so not in the mood to be stabbed in my sleep."
"So get a different room."
"I'll find a different motel. Thanks." I went to storm past him but he grasped my arm.
"You don't need to do that."
"I think I do. I want to put as much distance as I can between me and you guys." The hurt showed on his face, but I couldn't back down. I loved him, but Sam would destroy us. I couldn't ask him to choose me over his brother, I wouldn't. But I could not be around him anymore.
"What did I do?" He asked. I could hear the tears in his voice but I kept my glare cold and my words harsh.
"You just tried to kill me."
"It wasn't like that! I didn't think-"
"Right-"
"Bella, I love you!"
"Yeah, Sam said something similar before he shot me in the head." I knew I had dropped myself in it and he now knew why I was being such a bitch.
"He's my brother." He said, pain was written all over his face.
"Well, he's not mine."
"Please, don't do this…"
"Sorry, but I can't trust him. He will probably hand me over to the next big bad and I can't handle that. I'm sorry Dean, but you're on your own."
"Bella!" I turned slowly to face him and he glared at me. "Stop." Tears sprung to my eyes and I shook my head.
"I can't." He came towards me but I stepped back. "Don't."
"Bell, please," He ran his hand over his face, his eyes red and wide. "Just tell me what to do." His voice was strained.
"I'm sorry…"
"I'll make him leave. As soon as he wakes up, he's gone. I swear." He rambled, but I just shook my head. "It will happen. We can go back, or find another house somewhere. We can be a normal couple-"
"We don't get normal, Dean." I replied, sadly. "Look after your brother; you're all he has left."
"Isabella, please don't make me watch you leave again. I can't stand it. I need you." His tears rolled slowly down his cheeks and my heart broke all over again. There was a part of me, a selfish part, that wanted to say 'yes'. I wanted him to get Sam out of our lives so we could live happily ever after, but in this life, you need family more than anything.
"Bella," Sam's voice came softly from the bed. I looked across at him to see him sat up with his head in his hands. "Don't go. I'll get better, I promise."
"Bella, get your ass down here!" Dean yelled as I heard the front door slam open. I ran down the stairs as fast as I could, skidding to a stop in the dining room. I briefly thought over the fact that he always knew I would be in my room, but my humour was cut short. "Get over here!"
Sam was lying on the table, blood everywhere; Jay was standing at the side of him, his eyes wide.
"What the hell happened?" Bobby demanded as he stormed through. My eyes remained on Jay.
"A demon attacked, Sam got shot." Sam was shivering and Dean glared over at Jay.
"How did the demon get the gun?"
"He didn't." Jay whispered. I glanced at him and he was looking at me. I shook my head, knowing exactly what had happened.
After Sam had been fixed up and put to bed for rest, Dean and Bobby sat in the front room having a beer. Jay came and helped me clean up the bloody rags and mop up the floor.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't. I am done with you, Jay. I can't take anymore."
"Don't give up on me, Bella. I'll get better, I promise."
"Sweetheart, just stay with us. Just until we get to Bobby. Please." Dean asked; his face now dry but his eyes were wary. I gave him a brief nod and barged past him, getting into bed and switching off the lights. I knew I wouldn't sleep, but I didn't want to talk either.
I had always viewed Sam as my brother. He was one of the very few people I could trust. I wasn't the kind of person to hold grudges and I had proven that with how easily I had forgiven Jay for the things he had done.
I had forgiven Sam and tried to move past the things he had done, from him telling me that he was in love with me, to him killing me. But even then, he insisted on acting so cold towards me, and then I was killed again and he turned against Dean… He had betrayed us and he wanted me to give him another chance?
I was so angry that he had the nerve to use my real brother's words against me and to ask me to give him another chance. But I was angrier at myself knowing that even though I had lost my two brothers and an amazing friend, even though it wasn't safe, I couldn't deny the Winchester boys anything.
Dean had climbed into the bed with a sigh. I knew he was torn and I felt guilty for playing up like a brat, but I didn't want to just ignore what happened anymore. Sam had destroyed my trust for him and it would take a long time for that to be fixed, if it could be fixed.
"I love you." I whispered.
"I know." He replied.
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The motel door slammed shut waking me and making me jump up into a sitting position. I looked quickly at the door and glared at Sam. He looked down to the bag in his hand and lifted it slightly, then walked to the table.
"Sorry, I thought you would be awake, I brought us breakfast." He said, looking at me unsurely. I nodded at him, feeling a bit awkward.
"Where is Dean?" I asked, noticing that his side of the bed was empty. Sam's face fell and gestured towards the door.
"He went to get coffee." I nodded again.
The room was silent after that. I didn't feel like trying to start a conversation with him, but I couldn't bring myself to take my eyes off him. I did not trust him, at all.
"So, we found a hunt in the next town over. Dean thought it would be a good idea to check it out. It'll be like old times."
"Awesome."
"I know that you wanted to go to Bobby's, but maybe we could get past what happened?" He made it sound like a question, but he knew the answer.
"Don't count on it."
The awkward silence carried on, but I didn't relent. I sat and glared at him with a raised eyebrow. I wouldn't look away first. I would not be intimidated by this man any longer. He scared me, no doubt about it, but I would not let him break me. Not this time.
Dean grasped my hand and dragged me up off the floor and then threw me out of the ghost's way. I pushed myself up and grabbed my gun from the floor where it had fallen when the ghost had thrown me across the room.
It was a child; a little girl whose father had murdered her because he found out she wasn't his. She wanted revenge. She was just a small girl who needed to be loved. And now we had to kill her.
Sam had done pretty much all of the research, whilst Dean and I did the dirty work; talking to the families, questioning the police, identifying the six men the ghost had murdered. They all resembled her 'father'.
I didn't blame her for wanting to get revenge, not that I condoned the murders, but she did not deserve to die. No child should ever be introduced to death and pain. Children were supposed to be innocent, happy, naïve; not scared and lonely. I guess that is why we were all so screwed up.
I could relate to the small girl; trusting and loving someone so much you could never doubt their intentions, only to have your trust destroyed and finding yourself hurt more than you could have ever imagined. Family turning against you is the worst kind of betrayal and it was very hard to forgive. The small ghost was not very forgiving.
And neither was I.
Not that I was going to start murdering men who resembled Sam, but the point remains.
The small ghost appeared in front of my, glaring at me, her small face contorted into a frightening look of rage and disgust. I pointed my gun at her, but with a flick of her eyes, my gun was once again flying across the room. Dean was lying on the ground, leaving me alone and unarmed with a very angry little girl.
I fell to my knees in defeat. Pain shot through my whole body as a small hand pierced its way through my chest and its fingers wrapped around my heart. After ten of the longest and most painful seconds of my life, the girls face changed. She was confused. The pain in my chest disappeared and the ghost burned away into the air with a loud scream. I almost wanted to beg her to come back.
I remained on my knees, breathing deeply and concentrating on just myself. Two feet appeared at my knees and I looked up to find Dean glaring down at me. Tears filled my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I knew why he was angry at me. He had just watched me completely give up on my life when I could have fought. But I didn't want to. I was tired. How much did I have to go through, how many times did I have to die or come close to it before I could finally be at peace?
"Let's go." He said, tight lipped. I grabbed his hand he offered me and stood up, wiping the dirt off my clothes and looked at him.
"We need to talk about Sam." I told him.
"Not now."
"He's planning something, he has to be!"
"Why, Bella? Why can't you just believe him?" He demanded and I shook my head at his obliviousness.
"I have no reason to believe him, Dean, and neither do you! Just because he said he will get better doesn't mean he is telling the truth."
"Why would he lie?" I couldn't actually believe he was standing up for him.
"Dean, he was holding a gun to your head. And now you're both acting like nothing happened!"
"He's my brother!"
"He's a murderer!"
"Are you serious right now?" He asked, his eyes blazing.
"Dean-"
"No, damn it, Bella. After everything Jay did, how dare you turn your back on Sam!" He yelled.
My mouth opened and closed a few times in shock. I knew I was right; Jay had never gone as far as Sam had, but I was hurt that Dean would bring him up. But then Dean was right, too. Jay couldn't control what he was doing and maybe Sam couldn't either. I wasn't too sure I wanted to stick around to find out.
"That was harsh." I finally whispered, looking at the ground.
"Jay got Sam killed. I went to Hell to get him back. Sam killed you so Shemal couldn't have you and you went to Heaven!"
"Yeah, and you dragged me out of there, bringing me back here and I hate you for it!" I cried and ran past him, leaving him alone.
After the hunt, we packed up our bags and headed on home to Bobby's. I didn't speak to Dean or Sam at all; it didn't seem to faze Dean, but Sam kept trying to start conversation. I was just too angry to even consider speaking to him.
I knew I was being selfish; maybe he deserved another chance and Dean was right not to turn his back on Sam; he is his brother, his only family. He was alone without him and maybe I should support Dean in his decision.
Bobby was shocked to see Sam and he followed procedure, holy water, devil trap, silver knife, the works; he found nothing. Sam was human.
Sam and Bobby took Bobby's truck back to Dean's car to drag it back, leaving me and Dean alone in the house.
For hours we just sat in front of the small plastic TV in complete silence, staring at the blank screen. He was still angry at me and I didn't feel like apologising either. We both disagreed with the other and I was afraid that Sam coming back really was the end of me and Dean.
I shook my head trying to remove the thoughts from my head, but it wasn't that easy. I wanted us to be fine again. I hated fighting with him, he was really good at holding a grudge and I knew I was not an exception to his ability.
"Do you remember everything?" His voice startled me out of my thoughts causing me to jump a little.
"What?" I asked, and then had to clear my throat because I sounded hoarse from not talking for hours.
"You didn't remember anything from your past. Do you remember everything now?" The topic of the conversation shocked me, we hadn't really spoken about it and he was choosing this moment to do so.
"Um, yes. Most things, anyway." I answered, watching his reaction carefully. He just looked curious.
"What do you mean?" He asked with a small frown.
"Some things are still a little hazy." I explained. "Like I can remember the beginning of a conversation and the end of it, but the middle is completely lost on me." He nodded and took a long drink of his beer.
"Do you remember the night Jay died?" He asked. I stiffened at the mention of my brother and Dean seemed to notice. "I mean the beginning of the night, before I left the room."
"Where did you go that night?" I asked.
"I just needed to get away, if I had stayed, nothing would have happened." He said, looking down at the floor.
"Please don't tell me you blame yourself for what happened." He looked up at me with a pained face. "What-"
"Do you remember our conversation before I left?" He asked again.
"No, I don't. I remember you telling me that I told you something about my feelings and you left?"
"We slept together." He said, glaring at the ground.
"We did?" I asked in shock. He nodded.
"Then you told me that you loved me. I couldn't even wrap my head around it, so I told you that I couldn't be around you anymore, and I left." He looked up at me with the saddest look in his eyes. "That was the worst mistake I ever made."
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