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Chapter Four

Hunt

"Bella, wake up. You're safe now." A deep warm voice cut through the terrible nightmare that had plagued me. My eyes shot open to reveal Dean in front of me, his eyes bloodshot and concerned. Sam was in the front seat fast asleep. I was huddled under a huge brown leather jacket, still with my baby pink nightgown on.

"Hey, you ok?" Dean asked me still in a gentle voice.

"Yeah, just a bad nightmare. Sorry." I said in a whisper, my voice hoarse and my eyes feeling swollen, I'd obviously cried a lot through my nightmare. I sat up, making sure that the jacket covered me as I did. Pain rolled through my body as I sat. My ribs ached, my breasts throbbed and there was a sharp pain down there. Down where there shouldn't have been a pain. It hadn't been a nightmare. That had really happened, Edward had really... Hurt me.

"It's cool, stopped me from falling asleep at the wheel anyway." Dean said with a smirk, though looking at the bags under his eyes I wasn't so sure he was joking. I looked out of the window, we were on the side of a pitch black road, the only light were tiny pinpricks in the distance that I thought might be a small town.

"You want me to drive to town." I pointed at the lights ahead. "Get a motel or something?" I asked.

"Nope. We'll crash the night here." Dean said to me yawning as he did.

"I'm not tired anymore, I can drive. Get us there faster?" I offered, I wanted to be doing something, not just sat in the back of a car with two snoring men, thinking about what had just happened with Edward or worrying about Charlie.

Dean studied me for a minute or two. "Sure. Drive us to the nearest motel then sweetheart, we'll get a room. Wake up sasquash though, I don't want you two awake all night while I'm passed out. I'll wake up to have my nails painted or something." Dean tried to smile at me.

I went to climb out of the car and winced. God that hurt. And I still hadn't taped up my stupid ribs, I'd have to do that when we stopped. "You ok B?" Dean asked me with concern. His eyes raking me slowly.

"I'll be fine." I said quietly, trying to smile while I did. Slightly worried that the man that I barely knew would stop me from doing anything like the Cullens would have. If I'd been in this state in front of them I wouldn't have even been allowed to walk to the toilet on my own.

"Bella..." He rubbed the back of his hair and looked to the floor. He then sighed and looked back into my eyes. "Did he...? Ah... What happened?"

My heart sped up and my mouth dried out, I felt a little dizzy and tears sprung up in my eyes. Terrified even thinking about what had happened back in my bedroom at home. "He er... He tried to..."

"Did he?" Deans voice was harder now, less awkward, at least he wasn't stupid and asked me what Edward had tried to do.

"Not entirely." That was all I was gonna say now. That was all I was sharing.

Deans eyes flashed and his jaw clenched together so hard that it was actually audible. He almost looked frightening, but when you'd befriended a coven of vampires it was difficult to be scared by a hard look that wasn't even directed at you.

"Thanks." I said in a quiet voice while looking at my entwined hands rather than the man in front of me.

"For what?" Dean said his voice softer now but confused, his eyes still had a very hard edge to them though.

"For taking me away, for not leaving me alone. I don't think... Anyway, whatever, thanks." I didn't feel comfortable having this conversation, and Dean didn't look comfortable having it either.

"Yeah well, you never know, you might actually come in handy." Dean said with an attempt at the smirk he'd given earlier. It failed this time.

"Hey look, before I start driving, is there anyway that I could have my bag?" I asked.

"Er... I guess." Dean said looking confused again.

"I don't really wanna wear this anymore." I said gesturing to the jacket and nightgown combo that really wasn't doing me any favours.

"Well, I'm liking the whole look but sure." Dean climbed out of the car and headed to the trunk of the car. He came back a second later with a bag that I'd never seen before. A pink bag no less. I'd never owned a pink bag, not even when I'd been small. I only had a pink nightgown because Alice had brought me one and forced me to keep it.

"Dean, that's not my bag." I stated to the man.

"Well it sure as hell aint mine, I prefer lilac myself. Anyway it's the one Sammy brought down for you, said it was already packed and everything." Dean said looking at the bag with confusion.

"Oh crap." I had a very bad feeling about this. I took the bag from Dean and opened it up. Sure enough inside was a note on top of a wedge of money.

Bella,

I'm so, so sorry. Words can't tell you. He's gone, we won't be seeing him again, and I'll make sure that he doesn't ever come near you again Bella.

We love you.

I don't know why but you'll be needing what I packed for you. Be careful.

You have my number, anytime you need anything call me. Please. Emmett asked that you call him when you could as well.

I love you like my sister Bella, we all do.

Alice x

"Oh jeeze!" I said before routing through the bag. Inside, besides the very large amount of money, was a pile of clothes that I'd never normally wear, some suits, a hell of a lot of shoes. What surprised me most of all though was the silver knife and the gun that were stowed at the bottom of my bag. I felt a little dizzy again. Why the heck would I need a gun or a knife? I would be staying in the motel, well away from any action what so ever.

"Is your dad a secret millionaire or something B?" Dean asked me incredulously, his eyes almost popping out at the sight of all the cash stowed away in the pink bag.

"Or something." I muttered routing around till I came across some clothes that I could actually stomach. A pair of jeans and a black tank top. Dean was still looking wide-eyed at my bag as I got my clothes out.

"You hanging round for a peep show?" I asked the man a little more heatedly than I meant to, more touchy than I'd normally be.

He raised his eyebrows at me and I was sure that some smart remark was going to come out of his perfect mouth when something crossed his face. It looked like pain or realisation. Or something. I don't know. I didn't know him well enough to be interpreting strange looks yet. Yet? What was I thinking, I'd be with these guys as long as it took me to get my dad and drive home, definitely not long enough to get to know them well enough to learn their facial expressions and what they meant.

"I'll go stand in the cold then sweetheart don't you worry about me." He said trying again for a smirk, but again failing.

A few minutes later and I was dressed and climbing into the driver's seat of the pretty, sleek black car, as Dean took my place in the back seat.

We drove in silence for so long that I'd thought he'd fallen asleep. But after a while he spoke. "That guy?" He asked his voice very gentle and very tentative.

"What about him?" I asked, wishing beyond belief that I wasn't having this conversation, but he'd told me the truth when he didn't have too. And he'd looked after me when he didn't need too. As well as that he was letting me tag along to find my dad. I owed these men and this seemed to be a small price to pay.

"You knew him?" It was half statement half question. He was digging without trying too hard. Got to give the man points for that.

"Yeah, he was my boyfriend. I broke up with him this afternoon." I said, my voice trying very hard to be strong.

"I can see why." Dean spat, his voice holding venom. After a few more minutes of silence Dean once again broke it. "Was he one of the Cullens?"

"Yeah."

"You dated a vampire!? That's hardcore. Hang on, you banged a vamp and you're still here to tell the tale! Dude that's wicked!" Dean actually sounded excited for a second. I raised my eyebrows and looked at him through the rear view mirror.

"I didn't." I said hoping he got what I meant from that, the traitorous blush giving me away again.

"How long were you together?" Dean asked me, actually looking interested in the answer.

"Five, six months." I answered, surprised that it had only really been that long. The break that we'd had and the intensity of the relationship made it seem like a hell of a lot longer. That and I was miserable through a lot of the time.

"Longer than any of my relationships by about five or six months though." Dean chuckled.

"How come?" I asked surprised. I mean it was no secret that the man was a hottie. And he was kind, I'd already seen that for myself, not to mention a real life hero, saving the day, rescuing the helpless damsels and killing the monsters. Girls should be beating down his door.

"We're never in one place long enough. That and I like the ladies." I saw in the mirror that he'd raised his eyebrows suggestively.

I got his meaning straight away, a small blush creeping onto my face that he wouldn't be able to see in the dark thankfully. "Okay, gotcha Charlie Sheen." I replied making him frown at me. I chuckled, I'd seen the way him and Sam ribbed each other, he could take it.

"That's just harsh. I'm so much hotter than Charlie Sheen." Dean pouted making me laugh harder and a weird feeling leap in my chest.

"Anyway what about you. Other than the vamp, what's your history?" Dean asked me, leaning forward. I frowned, I so didn't want to go into this again.

"Hey aren't you suppose to be getting some shut eye? You look beat." I unconsciously mimicked the brothers language.

"Nah I'll wait for a real life bed for once. Might get more than a couple of hours then." He looked at me again, obviously waiting for an answer from me.

"I'd never really had a relationship before that. Never really wanted one before that." Deans face held scepticism and surprise when I said that. But it was the truth.

"So what is it that you do then?" Dean asked me leaning back in his seat again. "You know besides hanging with vamps, shifters and demons?" Dean mimicked what his brother had said so perfectly that my mouth almost literally dropped open.

"Are you and Sam twins or something?" I asked stunned, that would explain the weird mind link thing though. And the strange silent conversations.

"What, no! Sam's my little brother, like four years younger little. Why? Cause gigantor there looks slightly different to me." Dean said.

"Sorry." I felt the need to apologise, as he'd obviously taken offence at my innocent statement. "It's just you said almost exactly what Sam said earlier that's all."

"Sam you sly dog." Dean said in a very low voice that I obviously wasn't suppose to hear. But after hanging around with supernatural creatures for so long your hearing improved, it had to or you'd never hear anything. Or you'd never hear anything creeping up on you.

"Anyway, what about you?" I asked, ignoring what he'd said completely. I didn't think I wanted to know what that was about.

"You know what we do. We're hunters." Dean said.

"Yeah, but what's your second job? Like Charlie's chief of police, what else do you do?" I asked as I saw the lights getting brighter ahead, signalling that we were finally reaching our destination. For the night anyway.

"Nothing. Your old man, he's a part-timer. A weekend hunter if you like. Me and Sammy, we live and breathe this stuff." Dean told me with a troubled smile. It didn't look healthy that was for sure.

"What do you do for money then?" I asked confused, I didn't think that hunting paid well somehow. "And where do you live?" They couldn't just live on the road surely?

"We live here." Ok maybe they could just live on the road. "And we play poker, pool. Credit card fraud is also very lucrative." Dean smirked at me, obviously watching me for signs of discomfort.

I thought about it for a moment. Yeah sure, credit card fraud and hustling people for their hard-earned money was wrong. Not to mention illegal. But... Well, they saved people's lives. That must wipe out the bad stuff, surely? I didn't know, I'd have to wait for that question to come round again before I jumped on it.

"Anyway you never answered me, what do you do?" Dean looked again like he was actually interested in the answer. I was curious though. What kind of career would people think I had? Maybe that might help me in deciding my life plan?

"Guess." I said playfully.

"Ok... Er... Kinder garden teacher?" Dean guessed with a twinkle in his eye.

"Try again."

"Trainee cop?"

"Nope."

"You're at college?"

"Close but no cigar." I was enjoying this a little, but I really didn't want any of these careers.

"Ok I give, just tell me."

"I just graduated. Today actually." I said trying to smile. I can't believe that it had only been a few hours ago that I had been collecting my diploma. And now here I was on the road with two men looking for my dad, who apparently was mixed up hunting down supernatural creatures. Not even I believed this really, it seemed more like a twisted dream than someone's reality.

"What a way to spend the night then. Shouldn't you have been at some party? Not driving around backwater towns with two strangers." Dean asked me frowning slightly.

"Maybe... But what's the fun in being a regular girl?" I said half bitterly. I'd never been normal, but recently I'd been wishing for it. Or at least wishing I could have something close to it anyway. Although I could have just been wishing Edward away?

We carried on in silence for a few minutes as we entered a tiny little town.

"B, make a u turn, you've just missed the motel." Dean said suddenly making me jump. I'd been in my own world, trying to figure out what I wanted from life.

"Sorry." I muttered quickly pulling the manoeuvre in the tight street and heading back the way we had come, I had to find out what this car was, it handled so well. I spotted the motel myself this time as it came up. It looked like a block of cabins, like the ones summer camps used. It was imaginatively named 'The Rest Stop', and it looked disgusting. I didn't think I'd have dared venture in had I been alone. I looked like the kind of place where you could get rooms by the hour.

Still Sam should be sleeping in a bed, not up against a window in a car. And Dean would pass out soon if he didn't get a bed I was pretty sure. I guess this place it'd have to be.

"You check us in B, I'll wake sleeping beauty." Dean said while motioning to Sam as I stopped in the car park. I really didn't want to go in there alone, but I had a feeling that checking us into a motel would probably be one of the least scary things that I'd have to do for a while.

I got out of the car grabbing my bag as I did. "Hang on sweetheart, you'll be needing this." Dean said while passing me something over the roof of the car. I took it and looked down. A credit card, for a Mr. D. Smith.

"Here, I've got it." I said passing the card back, the least I could do was pay for a couple of rooms for the night. "Dean Smith." I smiled at Dean. It wasn't what I was expecting. I think that I'd thought the brothers last name would be something more racy, more exciting, though I wasn't sure what exactly. Maybe Power or Diesel. I'd watched too many action movies.

"Actually it's Winchester." Dean corrected me with a smirk taking back his card. Ah, it was one of his fraudulent credit cards. But Winchester seemed to fit the brothers a damn sight better than Smith had.

I went to the reception on my own, feeling a little more nervous than I wanted to. The light flickered in the window constantly from no vacancy to vacancy, the purple bulb giving me a headache after just a few seconds of watching it. The outside of the office was decorated with old white-painted boards, that looked as though the last time they'd been painted was when the place had been built; some time in the fifties I'd have guessed by the state of them.

I walked into the office to find a middle aged balding man with glasses and thin, dirty facial hair sat behind the battered dark MDF desk.

"Yeah?" The man grunted at me.

"Er, yeah, hi. Can I get three rooms for the night please?" I asked the guy who was staring at me like I was dressed as the Easter Bunny.

"Sure lady. How many to a room." The guy was looking at me now in a way that made my skin crawl.

"Just one to each." I replied, was it common place to ask that kind of question at a motel? I didn't know, I'd only ever stayed in one and Renée had booked us into that one.

"That'll be one hundred and fifty bucks then." The guy told me. I handed over the money and accepted the keys with a forced smile before turning on my heels and almost running out of the office. That guy had freaked me out a bit, I'll admit.

"Hey!" I said with relief as I almost collided with the Winchesters who were waiting for me outside of the reception, their bags in hand.

"You ok Bella?" Sam asked me with a small frown looking from me to the reception shrewdly. I obviously had to work harder at hiding when I was freaked out.

"Yeah I'm good." I replied while trying to force a smile that just wouldn't come. "Here." I said to change the subject handing each of the brothers a key. They looked at the keys and frowned before looking at each other and then me.

"B..." Dean started saying still with his frown in place.

"Thanks." Sam cut over his brother while giving the older man an elbow to the ribs, which he obviously thought was stealthily done. It wasn't.

"What?" I asked. What had I done wrong?

"Well..." Dean started saying while still looking at his key like it was something slightly revolting to him.

Sam however once again cut over him. "Nothing, right Dean." Ok, Sam was awful at hiding things. How had he done a job that was so secretive for so long without giving away the trade secrets?

"Just tell me, you might as well tell me now otherwise I'll just do it again next time." I told the brothers. Though I was hoping that this little road trip would be short enough so that there wouldn't be a next time.

Dean and Sam looked at each other, having another one of their silent conversations that were starting to get really annoying.

"We normally get one room between us." Dean blurted out, not looking fazed to be telling me that I'd screwed up their normal routine, Sam however was looking at his brother like he was an idiot.

"How come?" I asked, interested to know all about their alien lifestyle. The lifestyle that my dad led on the side.

"Easier, cheaper." Dean commented with a shrug.

Sam however gave it slightly more thought before answering me. "If something happens, then we're together, we've got back up. We can work together easier when it comes to the donkey work. Ya know researching a hunt. Plus like he said it's cheaper." The younger man gave me an endearing smile.

"Oh, sorry, I'll er... Take the keys back and get one room." I said a little bit embarrassed, I suppose that it was easy to see why they only got one room when Sam put it like that.

"Oh no you don't B. A whole night on my own, no snoring, no bitching, a full nights sleep." Dean clutched the key tighter to his chest. "That's what I call heaven." He winked at me.

"Yeah, cause you're such an easy room-mate too Dean. Mr shoot first and ask questions later." Sam smirked at his older brother.

"Hey, that's saved your ass and you know it."

"Yeah and it's also scared a few cats and killed a spider, dude." Sam quipped right back. Yeah it was easy to see that these guys were brothers.

We made our way to the rooms that were thankfully all situated together, the brothers bickering in a funny easy going nature that had me laughing the whole way. These guys were defiantly a tonic.

"Five in the morning?" Sam asked a question. I guessed that it was probably what time to leave in the morning. That seemed a tad early though especially as it was now half past two.

"Dude I want more than two and a half hours!" Dean argued apparently on the same side as me.

Sam sighed and looked slightly annoyed. "Fine six thirty, but that's it, we're on a job remember?"

"Yeah, yeah. Night Sammy, night B." Dean said opening this door and shutting it behind him before either of us could reply.

"Jerk." Sam muttered before looking at me. "See ya in the morning Bella."

"Yeah, night Sam." I smiled a small smile before walking into my room. It was small, dirty and smelly. The walls were a light beige colour that showed every scuff mark and stain, the same with the carpet. The cover on the bed was a gone off gray, white colour that I assumed was actually supposed to be white. There was an old television on top of a rickety stand opposite the bed and a door off the room that I guessed would be the bathroom. Other than a battered night stand next to the bed that was about it for the room.

I couldn't believe as I laid my bag at the bottom of the bed that Sam and Dean lived in places like this. It couldn't be a great lifestyle. Very few home comforts.

I laid on the hard lumpy bed fully dressed, there was no way that I was getting undressed in this room. As I looked at the stain ridden ceiling I contemplated my life.

It didn't look good right now I had to admit. I was travelling with two huge men who happened to be complete strangers, they seemed nice enough but they were still strangers, my dad was still missing, I was alone in the world, I had no plan now that I'd graduated, all the money that I had was in my bag and it wasn't going to last indefinitely, but I had no way of getting anymore, well not unless I started working somewhere, but considering what I was doing now that looked unlikely. And I was laid in a tiny, filthy room in the middle of nowhere, with a handful of clothes and not much else. Yeah. Life wasn't looking so great right now.

Poor Bella, she feels all alone, I'm sure Sam and Dean will make her feel better soon though! :) Please review and let me know what you think, the next chapter will be up in a few mins :) xxx