A/N: So… hey anyone whose still reading this!

As we're coming to the close of Book One I wanted to give you an update on Book Two: Falling. It is 90% written and I would like for it to be 100% when I upload it but I don't want it to be too far behind Book One. I have a lot of ground to cover in the second book still and I just want it to be perfect for you guys so just hang in there with me and I promise that you won't be disappointed! Not really sure when Falling will be coming out but I'll let you know as more time passes! I may post a teaser from the prologue as the last chapter here. Would you guys like that? Please PM me or let me know in a review if you'd like that!

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Chapter 20: Dances With Demons

November, 2006

From then on cases just got weirder and weirder… We started meeting more kids like Sam and me; one was a set of twins who had psychic powers of persuasion. One of them swindled Dean out of the impala. Come to find out the guy who 'stole' Dean's car had an evil twin who was making people kill themselves.

Like I said weird.

Then we met up with Jo, who had left the Roadhouse against Ellen's wishes, she made Ash lay a false credit card trail so her mom couldn't find her. I may have to keep that and use it later…. She had found a case in Philadelphia that actually turned out to be the ghost of Dr. H. H. Holmes, America's first serial killer.

Then came the fun times when we were arrested…. Dean didn't do a good job of covering his tracks; he was wanted in St. Louis for a bunch of murders actually carried out by a shifter. The cops grilled us separately for hours. They tried to pit Sam and me against Dean. They said we could get a lesser sentence if we sold him out. I, not very politely, said that I wouldn't sell out my own flesh and blood brother. That case ended up being a vengeful spirit who was trying to tell us who killed her and that was the first time I had 'fake died'.

At that point the real monster hunt began again, with demons, and not just any demons, crossroads demons. It started out as a black dog case; the people who had killed themselves had reported that they had seen dogs chasing them on earlier occasions.

Turns out all the Vics had one thing in common; they had all been at a bar 10 years ago. When we went to the bar we found that it was situated near a crossroads, and there were plants planted by the intersection that were used in summoning rituals. Dean walked into the center of the crossroads and dug up a tin box containing the ingredients to summon a crossroads demon, these weren't just any black dogs they were hellhounds, used to collect the souls of people who had made deals with demons.

The picture in the tin box was a man who had summoned and made a deal with a demon for artistic talent, he was the one who started it all. Apparently the demon stayed at the bar for a week and made deals with three other people, two of which were already dead. We offered to stay and protect the painter but he was resigned to dying so we wished him luck and raced to find the last guy on the hellhound's hit list.

The last guy, Evan, admitted that he had made a deal, but it wasn't what we expected, he wanted to save his wife who was dying from cancer. Dean suggested that we summon the demon and try to exorcise it while Sam and I protected Even. I mean yeah, the guy made a deal but he had good intentions, those other guys wished for fame and fortune and only focused on themselves, this guy didn't deserve to die.

Sam, however, didn't like the plan. He asked Dean if he thought that Dad had made a deal with the Yellow-Eyed Demon for Dean's life. I stood up for Dad saying that there was no way he would make a deal with a demon for anything, and for Sam not to insult his memory. But then we heard the unmistakable howl of hellhounds and there was no more time to argue. Sam and I stayed with Evan and Dean went back to the bar to summon the demon.

We goofer dusted, natural hellhound repellent, the doors and windows in Evan's office and all three of us stepped into a protective circle.

"Do you think Dean's gonna make a deal to bring Dad back?" I asked Sam, that was what his hinting earlier translated into for me.

"I hope he's not that stupid." Sam tried to laugh it off but there was real concern mixed in with it. "Here." He tossed me his pistol. "That little toothpick knife of yours won't do jack squat against hellhounds."

That was when it came for us. It was snarling and trying to break down the door to Evan's office. Sam and I trained our guns on the door and I tried to ignore the sniveling little heap that Evan had become behind us. Then after a few minutes, the growling stopped and the door remained still. Sam and I were diligent, never letting our guard down. Then Evan turned to a vent and it burst open, but nothing was there to see. Then the chair that was in front of the vent was knocked across the room and the snarling began again. How were we supposed to shot something we couldn't see?

The hellhound was barking viciously and we looked everywhere for it, but then we saw claw-like gouges in the floor headed straight for the goofer ring around us. Then a gust of wind came through the vent, scattering a stack of papers on Evan's desk, I was afraid that it was going to disturb the goofer line, we were all going to die because of a little gust of wind. We took off down the hall and into a room; I realized that it was the laundry room, i.e. nothing useful to use to deter a hellhound. I helped Sam hold the door shut as the hellhound pounded relentlessly on it and Evan watched us in horror.

And then all of a sudden, it just stopped, Sam and I were both breathing heavily, still wary that the attack was over. Dean must have made headway on his end of the hunt; he must have summoned the demon. I silently hoped that he wouldn't make a deal for his soul. We stayed locked in the laundry room until Dean came back, he had said that Evan's contract was ripped up and we could leave.

"What about you Dean?" Sam followed Dean outside. I was about to follow them when Evan stopped me.

"Thank you." He grabbed my arm and gave me a relieved smile. I bet that was the first time in 10 years that he had really genuinely smiled.

"You are welcome Evan." I smiled back. "Try to stay out of trouble."

I walked outside and climbed into the back seat, and we headed down the road. Dean had told us everything that had happened at the bar, how he had summoned the demon and she taunted him the whole time about how Dad was being tortured in Hell.

"Demon's lie all the time right?" Sam's shocked question came out. "Maybe she was lying."

Dean huffed. "Come on is that really what you think?" He glanced over at Sam and then back at the road. "How could he do it?" he muttered a few minutes later.

"He did it for you." Sam stared straight ahead.

"He would have done it for any of us." I put my hand on Dean's shoulder.

"Exactly. How am I supposed to live with that?" Dean asked in a chagrined tone. "You know the thought of him, where ever he is right now… I mean he spent his whole life chasing that yellow-eyed son of a bitch. He should have gone out fighting. That was supposed to be his legacy, you know? Not bargaining with the damn thing. Not this."

I sat in silence in the back seat, letting Dean get this off of his chest, it was so rare to see him take down all the walls and talk about his feelings. But he was alluding to the fact that he wasn't worth saving.

"How many people do you think Dad saved total?" Sam chimed in.

"That's not the point, Sam." Dean argued, but there was no hate in his voice, only self-loathing.

"Evan Hudson is safe because of what Dad taught us." Sam refused to be ignored. "That's his legacy, Dean. Now, we're still here, man, so we got to keep going. For him."

"Sam's right, Dean." I added. "Don't focus on why he made the deal, the main thing is that the yellow-eyed demon took someone else we loved away from us, and we have to find him before he kills again."

Dean eyed me from the rear view mirror and then looked back at the road.

"Dean?" Sam asked.

"Yeah?"

"When you were trapping that demon, you weren't…" Sam never finished his sentence, I knew he didn't want to say it but it was on both of our minds. "I mean it was all a trick, right? You never considered making that deal, right?" We both waited for Dean's answer holding our breath.

But he never answered, which was as good enough as a yes to me. There had been some old blues song that was playing and Dean switched it to a rock band station. Sam didn't ask any more questions, and I was too stunned to ask any. I still couldn't believe that Dad made a deal for Dean's life. I also couldn't understand why Dean was moping about it. Dad loved us enough to die for us, it was something we were all prepared for but something we never wanted to consider. And then there's the fact that Dean thought about making a deal to bring Dad back.

I fell asleep in the back seat, that conversation had really drained me emotionally and nearly being killed by an invisible dog and no Scooby snacks to give it drained me physically. When I closed my eyes I was assaulted by the yellow eyed demon again, but this time he wasn't in Dad, he was riding some other guy.

"It's sad to think your Daddy sold his soul to me isn't it Izzy?" he smirked.

"Go to Hell." I spat back. The last person I wanted to see right now was this guy.

"Already been sweetheart." He sat down at the table and an empty cup and poured himself a drink. "Please, sit down, we need to talk."

"I don't have anything to say to you." I stood my ground looking down at my boot.

"Oh don't bother going for those weapons, I've already taken care of them." He mused over his glass. I looked up at him and then back down, the knife that I usually hide there was gone, then I reached behind me to where I had stashed Sam's pistol and it was gone. "Looking for this?" I looked back up at him and he was twirling Sam's gun around his finger. "I said I wanted to talk. Now I have all the cards so you can't shoot me, and you have to talk."

I glared at him and slowly sat down. I tried to ignore the pleading looks from my brothers who were still pinned to the walls, this nightmare had happened so much that all I had to do was concentrate enough and I could block them out completely.

"Now was that so hard Izzy?" He talked to me like I was a five year old.

"What do you want?" I asked in a hollow voice. "What could you possibly want to talk about?"

"I want to talk about you, and your brothers, and how I casted you in my little play on world domination."

"I have nothing to say to you, you son of a bitch!" I balled up my fist and slammed the table.

"Such violent language, now I know John raised you." He smirked.

"Don't you DARE mention my Dad!" I launched myself across the table and grabbed him by the shirt collar.

"No need to be so hostile." His voice was still calm.

"What are you doing here?" I ignored his pleasant tones.

"I already told you, to talk about my plans for you and to clear up some loose ends."

"What loose ends?" I let go of his collar and sat back down. My skin crawled as I tried to ignore how terrified he made me feel.

"Well, your father for one... his death was such a tragedy..." He said with an underlying mocking tone.

"I know that Dad made a deal with you, skip the gritty details." I glared at him.

"Your father only wanted to give me the Colt you know... but I made him 'up the price' so to speak."

"I said stop talking about him." I gritted my teeth. "You don't have the right to say anything about him."

"Fine, if you don't want to know the truth then I won't force you." He got up and walked around the table.

"The truth about what?" I asked warily.

"Have you ever wondered what happened to your mother? Why your Daddy was on this tireless crusade?" He whispered in my ear. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end.

"I know what happened. You burned her to death!" Tears stung in my eyes.

He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Yes but what happened before that."

"What?" What could he possibly show me that would explain this?

"Let me take you on trip down memory lane." He whispered. The scene transformed into a new setting. It was a nursery; a thought was tugging at the corner of my mind like I had been here before.

"What is this?" I looked around.

"Look familiar?" He motions to the crib. There were two sitting head to toe; one had a blue blanket, the other pink.

"John? Are they hungry?" I heard a woman ask from outside the nursery.

"Is this...?" I couldn't speak as I watched a second demon come into the room; I noticed the familiar yellow eyes.

"Yes it is." The yellow-eyed demon beside me smiled as we watched his former self take out a knife and slit his arm. He let his blood drip into the pink crib. I walked over to the crib and realized that it was me! My baby self's eyes flashed yellow for a second before returning to green.

"We have demon blood in us?" I asked in a horrified tone as I watched the demon go over to Sam's crib.

"It's better than a mother's milk." He grinned evilly at me.

"John?" I turned to see a woman with long blonde hair enter the room; she was wiping the sleep from her eyes.

"Mom?" I managed to push the word out of my mouth. She was so beautiful, Dean's description of her paled in comparison. I had waited for this moment for a long time, to finally see her again.

"Shush..." I glared at the younger yellow-eyed demon; he put his finger to his lips and silenced her. He turned to Mom and smiled.

"You…" She glared.

"Hello Mary, nice to see you again." He flicked his hand and Mom hit the wall, rising up as she whimpered in fear, she looked to the cribs.

"Mom no!" I realized in terror that this was the last time that I would see Mom, this is where she died.

"She can't hear you." The present demon sat back and watched.

I watched as mom was suspended on the ceiling. A gasp escaped her lips as a gash appeared on her stomach and she screamed in pain.

"Mary!" I heard Dad call from down below.

"STOP IT!" I screamed I didn't want to see this; I didn't want to see my mother die.

The demon smiled as his past-self disappeared.

A younger version of Dad busted into the room, confused and after a second, he walked to the cribs. "Hey Sammy… Bells"

"Please stop this..." I was choking back sobs.

Dad noticed the blood and looked up to find Mom on the ceiling. Then she busted into flames as Dad screamed for her.

I crouched on the ground, covered my ears and closed my eyes "Make it stop!" I screamed. I heard dean come in and Dad giving him me and Sam before he screamed for Mom again.

"I thought you'd wanna know." The demon smirked.

I could hear Sam's familiar voice as he called out my name.

"Noooo, please! Stop! Not her!" I moaned. Then I screamed as loud as I ever had and I was jolted back into reality.

"Bella! Wake up! Are you okay? It looked like you were having a nightmare." I looked up to see Dean turned around in the front seat to stare at me worry was written all over his face.

I couldn't hold in in any longer. I started to sob, images of the nightmare haunting me, the demon, Mom's face, Dad's agony.

"Sam, pull over." Dean ordered.

Sam pulled over to the shoulder of the road and turned to look at me. "Bella, what's wrong?"

I was still shaking and gasping for air, I couldn't speak.

"Bella, tell me what's wrong." His voice was worried then he put his hand on my shoulder.

"It was just a nightmare..." I tried to play it off; I had nightmares all the time now so it didn't bother me. I got out of the car and tried to start breathing normally.

"A normal nightmare can't cause a reaction like that. You were screaming like you were being tortured!" Sam followed me and walked in front of me. He crossed his arms.

"Just drop it okay?! I don't want to talk about it." I remembered Mom's tortured face.

"Bella..." Dean got out of the car last and stood beside me

"Just take me back to Bobby's, take me home..." I hugged my chest tightly.

"No, not until you tell us what happened." Dean put his hand on my shoulder.

"I had a dream about the demon, just like all the rest, but this time it was different." I couldn't look at them; I stared down at the dirt.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"He... he taunted me about Dad and... he showed me what happened when Mom..." I let out a choked sob. "when she died."

"What did he show you? In detail." Sam pressed me further.

"He... he fed us his blood..." My breath hitched "Mom came in... she knew him. I don't know how. Then he pinned her to the ceiling and killed her." A tear fell down my cheek. I wiped it away with shaking hands.

"Why are you making her relive that?" Dean smacked him on the arm.

"We needed to know Dean." Sam replied, still in shock over the blood.

You know something don't you? I saw a glimpse of my dream in his head, but it was he was there instead of me. He didn't respond.

"Bella, it's going to be fine." Dean grabbed me in a hug.

"I want to get to Bobby's. Now. That demon is going to pay." I cried into Dean's leather jacket.

"'Kay Bells. Are you sure you're okay?" Dean checked again.

"I'm okay, I just want to gank the little sucker... and if either of you tries to keep me away, I'll cut off your favorite appendage." I pushed away and held up my knife threateningly.

Dean's eyes widened "No! Not my babies..." and ran back to the car.

"Gross Dean..." I dry heaved as I followed him back to the car.

"Way to kill a moment dude." Sam said as he got into the passenger side.

"She started it!" Dean replied in a whining tone.