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As always any mistakes belong to us. As indicated this chapter starts in Dean's POV and then switches to Bella's. The italicized part in this chapter is a sort of flashback just in case it wasn't obvious for some of you.

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Chapter 14 Playlist:

Secrets – One Republic

Suburban Nights –Sean Nicholas Savage

Paperweights – Roo Panes

Previously on Warmness on the Soul:

He smirked at me and winked before leaving the room altogether. I looked down at the book and sighed deciding I'd read it after I took a shower.

You tell me you can take it all,

And none of my warnings make you feel less small.

(Dean's POV)

I drove to the nearest bar in town while Sam just continued to stare at me, waiting for an answer on why we had left Bella alone. It wasn't something I wanted to do but I needed to talk to Sam about what happened out there in the woods today. We walked in, sat at a table, and ordered our drinks before I finally looked at Sam. "What's going on Dean? What was so important that we had to leave Bella alone at the motel?"

The waitress came by with a smile on her face as she set our drinks down. I just gave her a nod and looked at Sam taking a sip, "Something happened out in the woods. I ran into someone."

Sam gave me a confused look, "Who?"

I was silently walking through the woods, waiting to hear the thing come after me. I heard a twig snap from behind me making me turn around, gun ready. I was taken aback when I realized it wasn't the Wendigo but rather a large, bulky, tan skinned guy that seemed like he had been taking a shit ton of steroids. I didn't know what to say; I mean… why the hell wasn't this guy wearing a shirt? I was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable from the silence.

"You need to stay away from her," he said in a slight gruff tone as if he had just hit puberty.

I stared at him completely baffled, "Who?" Was the Wendigo a chick?

"Bella," he said with a clenched jaw. What the hell? What does this guy know about Bella?

"How do you know her?" I asked with a bit of a defensive tone.

"Don't worry about it," he practically growled out, "Just do what I say. She's dangerous; you need to keep away from her."

I clenched my jaw at the unanswered question and tightened the grip on my gun, "And why the hell should I listen to you?"

I watched as his body shook and he clenched his fists tightly to his sides, "I'm trying to help you buddy. She's going to get you killed, so just be careful and watch your back when she's around. She can't be trusted." And with that the strange man child ran leaving me there with more questions than answers. I wanted to go after him and ask him what the hell he was talking about. How the hell was Bella dangerous? The girl trips on air for crying out loud.

"That's all he said?" Sam asked just as confused as I had been.

"Yeah and the dick doesn't even tell me his name or how the hell he knows her in the first place," I huffed out as I took a drink from my glass.

"So what should we make of it? I mean, I don't see Bella as dangerous. Sure, she's a bit of a danger magnet but in our line of business that's kind of part of the job," Sam said with a shrug.

I rubbed my face before finishing off my glass and staring at it, "I don't get what he meant by saying we shouldn't trust her," I paused and looked up at Sam, "You think there's something she isn't telling us?"

Sam sighed, "I don't know," he paused to take a drink, "I feel like she's told us everything we need to know. I mean the girl has only been involved with the supernatural for like two years or so. There can't be much to hide and if she's hiding something, I doubt it's something that'll get us in more danger than we already are."

I nodded, "Yeah, you're right," my mind went back to the Wendigo information that Sam had revealed earlier, "So why do you think it didn't attack her?"

"Tell you the truth I think it has to do with her vamp scent thing," Sam confessed before finishing his drink and standing up, "We should get going. We don't want to leave that girl alone for too long."

I took out some cash and threw it on the table while I nodded to him, "That's for sure. Girl seems to find trouble left and right." I was just hoping she took my advice of staying in the motel room and out of trouble. She didn't belong in this world; I was afraid something would happen to her, but most of all I'm afraid of losing her. I knew we couldn't leave her, she had no one left, but I didn't know how to keep her out of this. Now she wants to be trained to be a hunter, if I do it I'm encouraging her to hunt, but if I don't then she might get killed.

I sat in silence in the Impala while Sam went on about how I should get an iPod. I glanced over at my brother and thought about how he was almost out of this stupid crap and I dragged him back in. We had lost everything, the only thing we had was each other, and Bobby of course. Now we also had Bella, someone who knew exactly what we have been through.

We pulled up to the motel, got out of the car, and walked up to the door. There was this small fear I had that I would open the door and find her insides all over the walls. I pushed the door open to find her in Sam's bed, asleep on her side, book still in hand. She was so beautiful, hair draped over the pillow but she still looked sad. Sam came from behind me, ran up to the bed and jumped.

"BOO!" he screamed really loud making her jump, snap up, and fall off the bed.

"Shit!" she yelled from the floor, both me and Sammy laughed out loud.

"You…asshole," she climbed over the bed and pounced on Sam's back. She locked her arms around him when he got off the bed and started running around the room. I was laughing so hard; I couldn't help but think that it had been a while since I had such a good time. I smiled as I closed the door behind me after Sam tossed Bella back onto the bed. I want to keep this family without worrying about losing them to some thing .So I will help train Bella, and keep fighting until this thing with yellow eyes was finished.

(Bella's POV)

We had been at Bobby's about three weeks now and since day one I had been getting my lessons on training; although the first few days were lessons on 'how not to fall on my ass every five minutes.' It took some time but after about a week, or so, I was actually able to keep my balance like a normal human being. I was a bit surprised that Dean was agreeing to help this time. At first it was hard to keep my footing around him; he had this weird effect on me that made me go weak at the knees. After so many lessons, and after getting yelled at for not concentrating, I learned to make my weak, shaky knees stronger in his presence.

Throughout the weeks it was getting harder to hide my right arm. I had noticed while I was taking a shower that the weird black veiny things were making their way up my arm. My whole arm was pretty much covered in these nasty black spider veins and upon notice I realized that it was starting to lose feeling and had a strange cold numb feeling to it. The guys kept making comments about why I was wearing long sleeves during practice but I just made the excuse that it would help protect me from bruises a little bit; which was a complete lie. I was starting to get a little worried about it but since the boys were worried about yellow eyes and finding a new case, I didn't want to bother them with it.

There were times when Dean and even Sam noticed how it was getting a bit harder for me to move my arm. The skin seemed to be getting tighter and harder, so I hardly felt anything when I ended up getting hit there. They'd give me a questionable look, grab my arm to steady it and place it in front of me in a defensive position before telling me to use it to block a punch or to concentrate. I'd just nod and take a deep breath before doing what they say; hoping the whole time that they wouldn't notice how cold my arm was.

Dean noticed that something was going on though. I was sitting at my usual spot in the junkyard looking over my arm until I heard footsteps. I quickly pulled my sleeve down and crossed my arms over my chest before looking back to see Dean approaching, "Hey," he said as he took the seat next to me and handed me a beer. I took it with my left hand; grateful he was sitting to my left instead of my right, and took a sip.

"Hey," I replied back.

He took a couple swigs of his beer before breaking the silence, "You wanna tell me what's going on in that head of yours?"

I bit my lip and looked down at the beer bottle in my lap, "What do you mean?"

"You've been acting…weird lately," he paused making me look over at him. He gave me an expression that told me this is where I would explain why, "Want to tell me what's going on?"

I ran a hand through my hair as I took in a shaky breath, "Umm, it's nothing really. Just…been thinking about Charlie and Renee," I lied.

He nodded his head in response, "You know that you can tell me anything, right?"

The gesture was sweet but I couldn't help but smirk, "What happened to no chick flick moments?"

He put his hands up defensively in a mock gesture, "Hey, as far as anyone knows, this never happened. And I'll deny it if anyone says anything."

I laughed and shook my head while a smirk played on his lips, "Thanks," I said once the silence had taken over again. "I really appreciate what you guys have done for me," I smiled at him lightly before taking another drink.

He wrapped his arm around me and I froze. It wasn't because of his actions per say it was because his hand landed perfectly on my right arm. "Damn you're freezing," he rubbed at my arm lightly; "We should get inside before you end up catching a cold."

That had happened about a week ago, and after that incident I tried my best to keep on a brave face and conceal my feelings. The last week of my training also had us doing tons and tons of research on yellow eyes. Apparently there had been demon activity going on, more than usual, so we were trying to see if we could track him down somehow. We were also looking into some small cases for me to join in on, to sort of ease me in. They were thinking something along the lines of a ghost that we could simply salt and burn but not much of those were coming up.

I was looking up a newspaper article on some girls that had been going missing in Pennsylvania. Sam was on the couch on his laptop and Bobby was at his desk going through his books; I was at a small desk that was at the other end of the room by the doorway when I felt Dean standing behind me. I glanced up at him through my lashes to find that he was leaning over me reading what I had on the screen. I looked back at the screen and tried to concentrate but I was suddenly feeling very hot and flustered. I quickly pushed both my sleeves up and made myself look at the screen and focus on the words.

"What the heck is that?" Dean asked before taking my arm in his hand. I tried to yank my arm away but he tightened his hold on it. I bit my lip and looked over to find that Bobby and Sam had their eyes on me now. My breathing was starting to become uneven and my eyes were watering at the fact that I was stupid enough to let this slip. "Bella!" he practically yelled causing me to jump in my seat, my arm still tightly in his hold.

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