Hi, darlings! :) Another week rolled by and it's time for the next chapter! :) Huge thanks to EmilyEverlasting for all the reviews, it really means the world to me and I'm really happy to know what you think about the story. :) Anyway, I hope you guys will like the new chapter - I reveal a bit of a background information on Braeden's past and if you haven't figure out this particular thing yet, I really hope it'd be a surprise for you :) Enjoy


I speed down the road, forcing the engine. I have to get to the hospital, I just have to. I'm so worried, tears filling my eyes and blurring my vision. I shake my head trying to get a grip of myself and press the gas. Stupid, stupid me… I should've been there for him, I should have never left. Damn my pride! I can still hear Dean's croaked voice when he called me an hour ago.

"Braeden…" he hesitated, taking a deep breath, preparing to bring the bad news "It's Bobby"

It's Bobby. That's all I needed to rush back to Sam and Dean, to Bobby, back to the father who in anger and pride I ignored for weeks…

I fly into the hospital, rushing down the corridors, looking for the Winchesters. I see them, standing in shock in the middle of the hallway, and then I see him… the one and only Bobby Singer, my father, lying lifelessly on that hospital bed while the medical staff is attempting to revive him. I can see the flat line on the monitor, I can hear the beeping, this horrific sound is deafening me.

"No!" I cry in pain and anger "No!"and I run towards him but two strong hands grab me "No! Bobby!" I scream, "Let me go!" I struggle, kick and fight but the hold on me is strong "Let me go! This is my father there! This is my father!" my voice is choked, I'm reaching my hands to him "Dad! Daddy! No!" I try to struggle but my pain overwhelms me, my knees go weak…

I'm about to fall but the hands holding me tight don't let me. Instead they press me against their owner's chest and some distant part of my mind realizes that Dean is the one holding me. Through my full of tears eyes I look at him and all I can see is pain and despair all over his face. I clutch tight to him and let the tears fall. The pain I feel is almost physical, I can't breathe, I feel as someone just ripped my heart and soul and tore them apart into thousand little fragments that the wind blows away. The hole of emptiness inside me is growing with every second, hurting me even more… The only thing that's holding me together is Dean. He's just there, holding me, not saying anything because we both know it's pointless, there's nothing he can say to fix this. My grasp on him tightens as I hug him, seeking comfort in my despair. And then this awful beeping sound suddenly stops and I hear the staff announcing the time of death. A scream full of all my emotional pain escapes my lips

"NO! DAD!"


With a scream I wake up. My heart is racing, the painful memory still alive in my mind. I take deep breaths, trying to calm down. I sit up in the bed and rub my face. The door of my room opens and I see Benny standing there, arms crossed over his chest, his eyes full of concern.

"How much more I have to pretend I don't hear your screams every time you go to sleep?" he quietly asks

"Well, don't stop now" I try to joke, but my voice cracks so Benny silently enters my room and closes the door behind him.

"This has to stop, Braeden" he states "Whatever is bothering you, it…"

"It was different this time" I blurt out, much to my own surprise

Benny looks at me astonished and I shrug. He approaches my bed and sits on its edge

"What was it?" he carefully asks

"Usually it's Purgatory" I shake my head "but now… I dreamt of Bobby's… my father's death"

"Oh… you call him by name?"

"Yeah… I…" I shrug "I grew up with Sam and Dean around and they always called him "Bobby" so soon I started calling him by name, too" I move and make more place for Benny, who obediently lies next to me "He never said a word against that and it became a habit. I rarely called him Dad" I bite my lip as I feel tears fill my eyes

"Hey" Benny reaches and hugs me "You don't have to talk about it…"

"No.. it's just…" I force myself to talk normally "I just never got the chance to say goodbye" I shrug

Actually that's what bothers me the most. Yes, I miss the old man, I really do, he's my father, he raised me and I love him… But I never had the chance to say goodbye to him. Not like Sam and Dean. They were there for him, in his last minutes of his life. And it should've been me. They managed to say goodbye and I didn't. I wasn't sure for what I was angrier – that they were there for him instead of me, or because he couldn't hold on for only two more damn minutes so I could be there for him. It hurts me deeply and I know I'm not the daughter he deserved. The last words we said to each other were angry and harsh. He didn't deserve that but I was too proud to apologize. I'm not mad at Sam and Dean, the only one to blame is me. It's my fault I wasn't there and I have to live with that.

With a deep sigh I cuddle next to Benny and wrap my hand around his waist. He puts his arm around my shoulders and I try to relax, to push away the painful memory and forget about all of my nightmares. It's nice to be close to Benny, to feel the warmth of his body, his embrace. It makes me feel better, more relaxed, a bit safer, not so worried and anxious. It isn't perfect. But it is better.

After a while a thought that's been in the back of my mind since the day we ward the house Meg and Cas hide in, starts bothering me. It's been a couple of days since then and Benny acts as if nothing has happened between us so until now I've followed his lead about this. But now my curiosity pushes me to ask him…

"Benny? Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah"

"Who do you think I'm in love with?" the moment I say my question I hear Benny inhales sharply

"Braeden…"

"No, tell me" I lean on my elbow so I can look at his blue eyes and I see him struggling to decide whether to tell me or to keep it to himself "You're the one who brought this before and I deserve an honest answer"

"Fine" he huffs in surrender

"So?" I raise a brow making him chuckle at my impatience

"It's Dean"

"Dean!?" I repeat in disbelieve, watching him with my mouth agape from surprise "Dean?" I repeat not sure if I'm hearing this right.

He nods in confirmation. I sit and cross my legs, still staring him in complete stupor

"Dean" I say again and then grab my pillow and hit him repeatedly with it "Are you fucking crazy!?"

He catches my hands and yanks the pillow away. His expression is so serious I know he means it.

"I've been around for really long time, Braeden" he quietly says "I can tell when two people are drawn to one another"

"But Dean…" I make a face "We grew up together; he and Sam have always been…"

"Like brothers to you?" Benny raises his brows "Sam maybe, but Dean… I've seen you how you look at him"

"How I look at him?" I repeat like a parrot, totally confused

"The very first moment I saw you in Purgatory…" Benny shakes his head "You had eyes only for him"

"That's not true" I argue "I went there for him and Cas. Getting you out was a bonus" I shrug and a faint smile stretches Benny's lips

"You fancy him much more than if he were just your friend, sweetheart" Benny gently points out "That's why you're so pissed at him. You care for him and he betrayed your trust by choosing his brother…"

"So you want to tell me you're not mad at him for bailing on you?" I raise my brows

"No." Benny shakes his head and I know he's genuine "That was our original agreement, remember? Getting out of there and taking our separate ways. Sam's his family. You're scared he might choose Sam over you so you ran away before he had a chance to do so. You just haven't realized that yet."

"Yeah, right" I huff in irritation

Benny chuckles softly and then he leans and puts a gentle kiss on my forehead

"Get some sleep, you need it" and with that he leaves me alone

I sigh and lie on my bed hugging the pillow. Me, in love with Dean… what a ridiculous thought. Yes, I care about him, I still do, no matter how pissed I am at him, but to care doesn't mean to be in love. I search deep inside me, trying to prove myself Benny's wrong. I like Benny and I want him. Not Dean, and that's so since the very first moment I lie my eyes on the vampire in Purgatory. I've never thought about Dean in that light. Suddenly I remember the way Dean's hug feels, his hands enveloping me in safe and warm embrace, then the sound of his laugh, and his half smirk, that can drive every woman crazy… I feel a shiver going down my body, and then this feeling of butterflies inside my stomach… I huff in irritation. It's Benny's fault for sticking this thought in my mind. With a grumbled curse I turn on my other side and push away all thoughts of men… and certain vampire out of my mind. Soon I drift off.


I wake up and rub my eyes, sleep hasn't left me completely yet. I turn to my side and hug one of the pillows. I stretch and look to the clock. It's time to get up. Then all of a sudden I remember last night's conversation with Benny. He can't be right. I'm not in love with Dean. But I'm not in love with Benny either. I really do care about him and I do appreciate him highly as a friend. Then why the hell have I been teasing him so much? Why have I been flirting so shamelessly with him, even when he didn't take any part of my little games? With a huff I turn on my back and stare at the ceiling. Could it be because I stubbornly have decided I want him? Could it be because I'm used to get what I want so I keep insisting for a development between me and him? I know I'm attracted to him but could I be so shallow? With a disgust groan I push myself out of bed and start dressing. I feel ashamed for my behavior towards Benny and I wonder how he put up with me for so long. I shake my head and sigh. I decide to honor his decision – he doesn't like my flirtations and he clearly showed me he's not interested with our last conversation so I must stop and behave myself. With new determination I leave my room and head to the kitchen. I need coffee.

I get myself a clean mug and start preparing the magical liquid that's going to fully awaken me. I greet Benny when he enters and hand him a mug with the coffee I've prepared for him. Still too sleepy I let my thoughts wander. Even though I have my clean start, it isn't as clean as I wish it, especially after helping Cas and Meg – it let the old habits to flood in my mind. And one of those habits is to look around for strange things. I'm used to go through the newspaper and check for possible cases. And today I find what I'm looking for and the moment I lay eyes on the article I know I won't be able to let it go. The local police found two bodies at an abandoned factory. The victims were drained out of blood, marks of needles found on their arms. I put aside the newspaper with a sigh that causes Benny to look me over his mug's edge with raised brows. I look back at him

"I found a case" I state and stand up

"I thought you were done with this" he says carefully and takes a sip of his coffee

"Not exactly" I shrug and make a face

"How's that?" Benny asks and puts his mug aside

"I'm done with the Winchesters, not with the hunting"

"Braeden…"

"There's a monster out there, killing people."

Benny sighs. He knows me too well to argue with me about this. I head out to my room to prepare myself. I want only to check it out and I'll be back for my shift at the bar.

"Do you at least know what you are after?" Benny calls after me so I stop and look at him over my shoulder with a shit eating grin

"Yep" I say way too cheerfully "We've got a Genie on the loose"

"Just be careful"

"I always am, leech" I brush his concern away "I always am"


So, how's the chapter? What do you think about Benny's statement Braeden's in love with Dean? And how about the fact she's Bobby's daughter? Did I manage to surprise you with that one? Please, review and tell me what you think :) Have a nice weekend and till next time :)