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Chapter 29 Playlist:

When It's All Over –Raign

Anyways –The Starting Line

If Today Was Your Last Day –Nickelback

Previously on Warmness on the Soul:

I got into the back of the Impala with the same smile and looked at Dean through the mirror to see him smiling back; something that was a bit rare to see on his face.

Would you find that one you're dreamin' of?

Swear up and down to God above

That you finally fall in love

If today was your last day

We had been at Bobby's for two weeks now; during that time we continued my training but because of my broken fingers we were working more on my defense. Sam and I were at it this time when I blocked his attack with my right arm; a loud smack sounded grabbing all of their attentions. Dean and Bobby were chatting on the sidelines drinking a beer but both stopped when the sound resonated.

"Oh gosh, Bella. I'm so sorry!" Sam exclaimed as he hovered above me, not sure if he should check my arm or not.

I rubbed it, not feeling anything, and shook my head, "It was nothing." Dean and Bobby had already made their way over to me worried.

"No, it sounded bad. Let me take a look at it," he said as he gently pried my arm away from my chest and lifted up my sleeve. My insides quivered slightly in panic at the thought of them getting upset about me hiding this. If they knew that I was hiding this it would be just like the time they found out about the black spider veins.

He placed his hand on my arm inspecting it before looking at me, "You should wear thicker shirts. You're cold."

Relief quickly filled me as I pursed my lips and nodded at him, "I will thanks." I was given slight suspicious looks at my reaction before they went back to minding their own business. I felt guilty about hiding this little fact from them; once again I was going to probably mess things up with this secret. I should tell someone about it so that it doesn't come out later like a lie and like I didn't trust them with it.

During the two weeks Dean and I had been growing pretty close. We would hang out at our spot almost every night and just talk about everything and nothing at the same time. I didn't have many stories to tell about my life before him but he had plenty of hunting stories to tell me and each one made me feel just that much closer to him. He would ask me a lot about my life even after I told him my life was boring, there was not much to say. After a while of him hanging on my every word, I began to realize that my life was something he probably always wanted; a life with no constant death and no horrific monsters on a weekly basis.

We were both sitting on the couch one night watching one of his western movies. I was snuggling into his side, my face resting on the side of his arm and my legs resting on his lap. He had one arm around me and the other resting on my leg; he would subconsciously run his hand up and down my arm. I suppressed a squeal when he suddenly lifted me up and onto his lap. I draped my left arm around his neck before burying my face into the crook of it.

He gently squeezed my leg making me shiver slightly against him. He went back to rubbing my cold numb arm making me sigh and pull my face away to look at his face. "What's wrong?" he asked a bit concerned.

I bit my lip, glancing at my right arm, before looking back at him, "I don't want you to get upset but I've been noticing something weird. I just didn't think it was a big deal until a few days ago when Sam and I were training."

He looked over at my arm, "Okay, what is it?" he asked as he continued staring at my covered arm. I guess he already assumed it had to do with the black vein things that are on me.

I moved my left arm from his neck and lifted the sleeve up on my right. The first thing to show were the black spider veins that had already reached my wrist. I pulled it higher to reveal the big black bruise I had gotten from Sam. I bit my bottom lip again as I looked up at him for a reaction. "You said it didn't hurt," Dean said sounding angry, but not at me exactly.

"That's the thing…it didn't. For some reason this arm is getting cold and numb," I told him as he gently took his hand and ran it over my skin. "And so is my side and thighs."

"What's that mean?" he asked.

I shook my head before pulling my sleeve back down, "I don't know. I just thought I should tell you before it got worse. I didn't want it to be a big deal like last time, and I thought it would be best to let you know now before it's too late," I confessed in a small voice.

I glanced up at him through my lashes as he was deep in thought. His expression softened and those hazel green eyes met mine, "I won't let anything happen to you, Bella."

"You can't protect me forever," I said meekly.

His mouth curled up into a smirk, "I hope you know that I sure as hell am gonna try." His hand rested on my thigh and I felt his warmth melt through my pants and seep into my skin. I looked down slightly surprised and concentrated at how my cold numb skin reacted to his touch. His head rested on my shoulders as I stayed fixated on the feeling. Then I felt the warmth of his breath on my neck as he started placing kisses along it. Some were soft, some rough while his hand slowly moved from my thigh to my hip moving the waist band of my pants down to get a better hold on me.

My breathing accelerated as his lips trailed down towards my chest. My non-broken fingers gently grasped at his shoulder then my fingers trailed his neck till I got to his jawbone. I cupped his face and brought it up to mine, his lips parted as they passionately caught mine. A light moan escaped my lips while I grasped his hair with my good hand, he left my lips and continued down my neck. I watched his grip on my hip loosen and slide up past my waist as he began dragging the hem of my shirt up with it revealing the dark webbing across my abdomen.

I gently stopped his hand from moving further up and got off his lap, sitting beside him as I pulled my shirt down and looked away from him. My hair fell as a curtain along my face blocking him from seeing my face. It wasn't that I was nervous about what was going to happen; if anything, I wanted it just as badly as he did. The problem was that my body looked disgusting at the moment and I wasn't comfortable doing anything physically intimate until it was gone.

Dean gently moved my hair away from my face making me look up at him, "It doesn't matter to me, sweetheart. You're beautiful."

I looked away again as a blush crept up my cheeks. It didn't matter if he didn't care about the spider veins or not…it still mattered to me. After a few minutes of silence he took it as a sign that things weren't going to move further and gently placed an arm around my shoulder pulling me to his side. I rested my head against his shoulder as a low happy sigh escaped my lips. Things between us were better than I could have imagined.

Of course that basically all went to shit the day that Castiel suddenly popped up; about 16 days after we had first gotten to Bobby's. We were outside training; Dean and I were trying some different combos. I felt a hand go on my shoulder, thinking its Sam trying to get in on the action; I quickly turned around, my legs going straight in the air to hit his face. I tried to keep my balance when he grabbed my ankle mid-air to block my move. I was shocked to see that it wasn't Sam but actually Castiel who had been behind me and who was currently holding my ankle.

"Cas?!" I exclaimed as my arms fluttered about as I tried to keep my balance. "What are you doing here?" I asked surprised.

He gave me a quizzical expression, "I have some news."

I pressed my lips into a line and glanced from him to my foot and back, "Umm, can I have my ankle back?"

"I didn't take it," he said as he let go of my ankle. I was barely able to keep my balance as I put my foot down. Dean came up and gently placed his hands on my hips to steady me. "We need to talk," Castiel said before turning around and going inside. We all gave each other looks before following him in. He stopped in the living room and waited for all of us. Dean and I stood by each other near the entrance of the room and Sam and Bobby were by Bobby's desk.

"So what do you got for us?" Dean asked.

"We've lost the trail on Crowley," Castiel announced with a slight scowl on his face.

I pressed my lips into a line, "Who's Crowley? You mentioned him a few weeks ago but you never told us who he was," I asked a bit confused.

"Crowley is the king of the crossroads," Castiel informed us, not letting go of the look on his face.

"Really? How could you be that careless?" Dean asked in a slightly angry tone.

Castiel glared at him, "If you had come with me a few weeks ago like I had asked, this would have never happened."

"People were dying, Castiel," I practically flared out, "We can't just drop something like that because you were 'closing in', it would be different if you actually had him. Do we call you all the time when an angel would probably be very useful?"

He looked at me blank faced, "If you do need my assistance I would in fact assist if I was not occupied with something else."

"Oh yeah, well so would we but we were 'occupied' at the time. So if you can't do it for us why would we," I snapped back crossing my arms over my chest in frustration. Sudden pain shot through my hand making me gasp and unravel my arms as soon as I felt it. I held my broken hand with my other hand cradling it close to my chest.

"Here, let me fix that," Castiel said as he walked over to me. I placed my hand out, palm up, towards him; he gently took it in his. I waited but nothing happened; I could still feel my fingers throbbing in pain. I looked up at Castiel to find a baffled look on his face. His expression matched my own when I realized my hand was still hurting. His hand moved towards my wrist until he gently moved my sleeve up to expose my black spider veins. "You're sick," he stated before looking back up at me.

"I am?" I asked confused. I knew the black veins weren't normal, obviously, but I felt fine. "But I don't feel sick," I told him confused.

"Well, can't you fix her?" Sam asked. "If it's just a sickness then can't it be cured?"

There was a look in Castiel's eyes that made my stomach plummet and my heart race. If I didn't know any better I'd say there was some kind of human emotion there and it was sympathy. "This isn't a regular human sickness," he said as he continued to look me in the eyes.

"What the hell does that mean?" Bobby asked.

"She's dying," he simply said making my heart stop and my breath catch in my throat.

"W-what?" Dean asked, his voice seeming a bit shaky. "What? No. You healed her once you can do it again, dammit!" he exclaimed in desperation. I took my hand back from Castiel slowly and ran my fingers through my hair.

I pressed my lips into a line, "How bad is it? Am I going to die soon?" I asked, my voice coming out a lot stronger than I felt.

"About two months," Castiel said as he looked over at Dean, "There's nothing I can do, Dean. I'm sorry." Dean got this blank look on his face as he stared at Castiel. He looked at me for a split second before shaking his head and heading out towards the back door. My heart sank as I watched him walk away. I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat before walking to the couch and sitting down.

"There's got to be something we can do," Sam said as he glanced from me to Castiel. He had this sympathetic and desperate look in his eyes that made me look away from him. I could not have a pity party right now; the only thing I could do was accept fate and live the last two months or so of my life as best as I could.

"I'm not sure what we can do. We can find Crowley and make him tell us how to help fix this," Castiel said with a whisper of determination in his voice.

"Why don't you go and try to do that," Bobby said as he started walking around his desk, "We'll try and figure out what we can do from here."

Castiel was gone before I could blink, making me sigh and look towards the direction Dean walked in. I didn't know if I should follow him or just let him have his space. I looked to Sam for help, hoping he'd know what I should do. "I'll go talk to him," Sam said before walking in the same direction Dean had.

I pressed my lips into a thin line and nodded before I looked towards Bobby. He was already at his desk going through some books. "I don't think you'll find anything, Bobby," I declared before standing up and walking towards his desk.

"We'll find something," he grumbled not looking up at me.

I stopped in front of his desk and looked at him, "Castiel doesn't even know anything. And he knows everything about everyone. This isn't something we can find in a book."

He paused what he was doing for a second before continuing, "I'll find something."

I sighed again, "I don't know, Bobby. Maybe we should—," he cut me off mid-sentence.

He was looking at me with this fierce look in his eyes, "What? Give up?" he asked his voice coming out angry. I had never had Bobby's anger directed towards me before. "That is the last thing I'm going to do. You are part of this family now; and me and those boys don't give up on family. So I sure as hell ain't going to be giving up on you, ya idjit, especially those boys out there," Bobby had never called me an idjit before and the fact that he did meant he was seeing me like he saw the boys. My eyes opened then and there realizing that Bobby, in reality, was the father figure that I had lost. His gaze softened a bit after taking in my expression, "We're not going to let you die. Especially not Dean. That boy will go to hell and back to make sure of it."

I bit my bottom lip and nodded slowly, "I'm sorry, Bobby."


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