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Chapter Twelve

Ride The Wave

His lips came crashing down to mine, moving softly and insistently, his hands gripping my face gently. For a moment I was too shocked to do anything. Then suddenly I was kissing him back, my lips were moving with his, my hands went to his broad shoulders moving us in closer together. His tongue brushed against my lips silently asking for entrance that I gladly gave. Our tongues danced together, caressing and moving softly, sweetly. He ended the kiss with a soft, chase press of his lips against mine, his hands stroking my cheek bones.

We moved apart, our eyes locked on each other, trying to gauge the others reaction to what had just happened.

"I'm not just another job to you then?" I asked sheepishly as I realised that I was going to have to be the first one that spoke.

"Like I said, I wish you were sweetheart." Dean told me with a small sad smile, his hand moving a lock of my hair gently off my face, his finger tips softly stroking my face for a very brief moment before he withdrew them as though he'd been burnt. "This, this is wrong." He muttered to himself, moving away from me fractionally on the bed.

"Why?" I asked, hurt but accepting. This guy was much too good for me, I knew that. But what was with the whole hot and cold thing? Why kiss me then tell me it was wrong? I so did not get guys.

"I'm not the kind of guy that you should be with B." Dean said to me, his eyes telling me what my mind just couldn't accept, he was saying these things, but really he did want this. He did want me. "I don't do the whole flowers and candy thing. I don't date, I won't one day wake up and be able to settle down. There's no white picket fence and big back yard in my future. And you, you should have all of that."

"Hey, not to be funny or anything but we kissed. I didn't propose and neither did you. It was a kiss. An amazing kiss at that, but still. Who said anything about white picket fences? And I don't like flowers, what's the point in them? Especially if I'm gonna be living out of a suitcase from now on, though candy's good. I don't know what's gonna happen tomorrow, at the moment I'm pretty darn sure that my life expectancy's not very high. So I'm not gonna worry about tomorrow, or white picket fences or big yards. Why are you?" I asked, sounding like I was trying to convince him of something, but really I genuinely wanted to know. What was the point in thinking about tomorrow when the way our lives were we could be dead tonight?

"You are one strange chick B, you know that?" Dean asked me with a small smile.

"Well you're not Mr. Joe the plumber yourself D." I said back with a smile.

"So what then? I told ya I don't do the whole dating thing." Dean asked me, his eyes begging me for something, but I was at a loss as to what.

I shrugged, I'd be damned if I knew what the hell to do. "I don't know." I admitted to Dean looking into his eyes, trying to work something out that was harder than any calculus I'd ever done. Maths was easy, people were hard.

"We could just ride the wave?" Dean suggested to me with a smirk after a minute or two of just staring into each others eyes.

"Ride the wave?" I asked, I really hoped that wasn't some kinky thing that I'd just never heard of.

"Just see what happens." Deans smirk became more pronounced.

"So what? Just be friends and see if anything happens?" I asked watching as a light went out of Deans eyes slightly at my suggestion. But that's what I thought he meant. Although not what I'd hoped for. Were men and relationships always this difficult or just the men I fell for? I really wished I had someone to answer that question. But again, I had no-one.

"Yeah, we could do that, if that's what you want?" Dean asked sounding hesitant and disappointed. Looked like it was all on me then. I took a deep breath and gathered all of my courage.

"No that's not what I want. I want to carry on where we left off five minutes ago. I want to see if we could be something. But I wasn't the one backing away." I really hated these moments in life, the ones where you had to bare your soul and wait for a response. When you were totally and completely vulnerable. Hated it. With a passion.

"This is so fucked up." Dean half groaned as he re-took my face in his hands and kissed me for the second time.

This time his lips mashed hard against mine, none of the tenderness from before, just pure naked need. The kind I'd never experienced before. As he nipped at my lower lip I let out a small groan, unable to stop myself. This man was doing things to me that I'd never even knew could happen. A world away from the restrained affection that my douche bag of an ex had given me. There was nothing restrained about the way Dean was attacking my lips, mine following his lead, wanting this with as much desperation as he seemed to. My hands clutched at his short brown hair and pulled so that he was closer to me, eliciting a moan from the man that had wetness pooling between my legs and a leaping feeling in my stomach.

One hand that had been clutching my face moved to the nape of my neck pulling me so close to him that my chest was pressed against his hard muscular one. We were both kneeling on the bed, our hands stroking, pulling, exploring from the shoulders up. Our lips mashing together in a wild passionate dance. Our tongues attacking each other, fighting for dominance in our mouths. It was singularly the most erotic moment of my life so far. All of my nerve endings felt as though they were on fire. Every place that Dean touched burnt and tingled at the same time. And places that I'd previously been almost unaware of had started a slow smouldering fire that lit me from the inside out.

I could have carried on for a life time. Could have kissed Dean for the rest of my days. Explored his mouth, his face, his broad muscular shoulders for years. But all good things must come to an end apparently.

A key sounded out in the lock and we jumped apart guiltily. As though what we'd done was wrong. Was something to be ashamed of. Maybe it was, right then, at that moment I didn't care. In fact I had to work really hard to keep a shit eating grin off of my face.

Dean climbed off the bed just as the door swung open. Sam stood in the doorway clutching coffees and a paper folder in his hands.

I really, really liked Sam, I did, but his timing totally sucked.

"Morning Bells. How ya doing?" Sam asked me in a soft voice as he passed me a coffee. It all came rushing back to me then, his voice made it all real again. My brief happiness from a minute ago almost all but forgotten.

"Ok thanks." I replied, my voice coming out slightly hollow and a small wan smile making its way falsely to my kiss swollen lips.

"Dude get dressed." Sam told Dean in a commanding voice.

"I am dressed!" Dean replied affronted. He was wearing what was his uniform of sorts. A black t-shirt that clung to all the right places, a shirt over the top, a pair of faded denim jeans and his necklace firmly in place. In one of our talks at Bobby's Dean had told me that the necklace was the best gift that he'd ever been given.

"We're going to the morgue man, get dressed." Sam replied, shooting a glance at me as he did.

"Me and you right?" Dean asked pointedly, also shooting me a glance out of the corner of his eyes. Neither of them had to worry, I had no interest in visiting the bodies of my mother and step father. I wanted to help, but seeing them in real life, after what had happened to them. Well that would be a bit much for me.

"What ya want me to do?" I asked as I got up, coffee firmly held in hand.

"I've got the crime scene report here, you could go through that if ya feel up to it B?" Sam asked holding aloft the beige paper folder for me.

"Sure." I said, not really knowing if I was telling the truth or not. Still I took the thick folder in my hands and sat down with it at the sticky table the motel had kindly given us.

Dean looked at me for a few minutes before sighing and heading to the bathroom, bag in hand.

"You know, we'd understand if you didn't feel up to that." Sam told me with a nod towards the folder. "Besides it's not like you've gone through one before, you don't really know what you're looking for." I had the strangest feeling that Sam was goading me, trying to make me mad so that I would look through it.

"I know enough thanks. I'll be fine." I replied curtly while trying to hold in a wry smile. I'd known Sam long enough now to know what he was doing. Things didn't hurt as much when you were angry. Things like reading about your mothers death in detail, like looking at pictures of her torn apart body. In theory, in practice no matter what state of mind I started this in, it was going to end up badly. I knew that, and Sam knew that, but he'd try anyway. And so would I.

The bathroom door clicked open softly and Dean came out looking really hot. I swear in his suit there wasn't a woman alive who could've resisted him.

Dean coughed a deep manly cough before walking in front of me, his shoulders tense, though why I had no idea. "Here." He said awkwardly while thrusting a cell phone onto the table in front of me. It was a shiny cell, a good one I thought and it looked brand new. "I picked this up for ya. It's got Sam's number stored, Bobby's and mine. Ring us if..." Dean said to me looking as though this act of extreme kindness was actually killing him. Or at least making him feel really damn awkward.

"Thank you." I told him sincerely taking the phone in my hand and examining it. I might not have had a cell before but I didn't live in a cave. This was a brand new Blackberry phone, it must have cost him a fair bit. "You know you didn't have to Dean, let me give you some money for it."

"Just take the damn thing B." Dean replied, but he was trying not to smile at me, his eyes warm and light.

"Thanks D." I muttered again, a blush sweeping across my face and a smile playing across my lips.

Sam was looking from me to Dean with a confused frown on his face. Dean noticed and straightened up, his mask firmly back in place. I'd have to learn to conjure one myself. I gave way too much away through my features, an open book as my mom use to say. Maybe I'd adopt my poker face as my own mask. Something to hide the pain, the hurt and the rare pleasure.

"See ya later then sweetheart." Dean said before heading for the door.

"Bye D, Sammy." I said with a smile.

Sam stopped in his tracks, turned towards me with wide eyed incredulity; "it's Sam." He said darkly. But I could tell he didn't mind. And Dean was howling with laughter as they left, so I didn't think I'd drop that one for a little while.

As the door shut silence descended on the small tacky room and my stomach dropped. I looked from the police file to my brand new phone. I'd never been one for procrastination, if I had to do something I really hated doing, really didn't want to do, I did it first, got it out of the way. This time was different. Instead of looking through the police report I picked up my shiny new toy. I reasoned with myself that the report would take fifteen minutes tops and that the brothers would be at least an hour. I had time to fulfil an unspoken promise.

I dialled in the familiar number, knowing it off by heart. It was picked up on the second ring by a voice I wasn't expecting but happy to hear anyway.

"Hello?" Came the deep booming voice that I'd recognise anywhere.

"Emmett?" I asked, tears leaping to my eyes unwillingly.

"Bella?" Emmett asked back, sounding half releaved and unbelievable happy at the same time.

"Hi Emmett."

"Bella! It's Bella!" Emmett shouted making me pull the phone away from my ear and giggle slightly.

"Bella? Are you ok? What are you doing? Alice says your hunting things? She had a vision of you with a gun! A gun! Is it true? What are you hunting? Where are you? Tell me everything!" Emmett said down the line, sounding like an excitable female, worse for a second he sounded exactly like Jessica Stanley.

I laughed again before answering him. "I'm fine Emmett, I am hunting things, well kind of. Yeah I've been taught how to use a gun. We're in Phoenix right now. How are you guys?" I asked.

"We're good, Forks is boring with out you though. Don't make that face, it is and you know it Rose! Look Bella..." Emmett sounded a bit nervous now, I realised what he was going to say a nano second before it came out of his mouth, before I could protest. "Bella, we're all really, really sorry about Edward. He's gone. And he's minus an appendix. An important one." Emmett chuckled darkly down the phone and the hairs on my arms stood on end for a second. "Rose, she took care of that herself. I just held him." He sounded upset that he'd not had more to do. "We... Hang on Alice, I'm still talking... Alice..."

I heard the phone being ripped out of a hand and the distant boom of; 'damn annoying pixie.' Again I couldn't help but laugh.

"Bella get out of that room now!" Came Alice's musical shriek from down the phone. I frowned. What? "Bella the police they're gonna be knocking on your door in five minutes exactly. Get out of there now! You don't want to be there when they arrive trust me!" Alice shrieked again.

"Alice, what?" I asked, already stuffing my things into my bag though.

"Put the phone down. Ring Dean and Sam and get out of there!"

"Ok. Bye!" I said hurriedly before hanging up and pulling up the contacts list with fumbling fingers, my bag already packed, I'd started on Sam and Deans now, knowing I only had four minutes left.

The phone rang three times before being answered. "Yeah?" Said a deep male voice that had shivers running up my spine in a delicious way.

"Police are coming. I've packed the bags and I'm getting out of here. I'll meet you at the dinner." I said pulling my bag over my shoulder and lifting the guys bags with my free hand.

"We'll be there in five. Be careful." Dean warned me sounding calmer than I'd have thought he'd be, before hanging up.

I rushed from the room and started hurrying for the dinner two blocks from here. Walking fast but not running, I didn't want to draw any attention to myself. Give the police any clues as to where we'd vanished from. Though for the life of me I couldn't work out why the hell we were running from the cops. I mean we hadn't done anything wrong. Well except credit card fraud. And the guys were impersonating F.B.I agents. Not to mention the arsenal that we had stored in the trunk of the Impala. Ok, so maybe we did have reason not to want to speak with them.

In no time at all I was seated in the dinner, sweaty and red faced ordering a coffee that I didn't want. The crime file clutched in my hands still.

I looked down into the file and decided that having something to do, even something that would likely give me a nervous break down, would be better than sitting and worrying that the police would catch up with me. Would be better than sitting there looking guilty as hell and squirming in my seat.

It took me five minutes to read through the file for the first time, a brief sweep of it. I picked up my phone again, pressing the call back button and waited.

"Yeah?"

"Where are you?"

"About a minute away."

"This is worse than we thought, I need to get out of town. Now." I said, stress, anger and incredulity burning in my voice.

"What's happened?" Dean asked, his voice stressed in response to mine.

"You got me on speaker?" I asked, wanting to say this only once.

"Yeah, what's happened?" Dean repeated.

"They've got a suspect for the murders." I said, my voice quieter now, not wanting the other patrons to over hear me.

"Who?" Dean asked, sounding like he was preparing himself for the worst.

"Me." I told him.

"Wait outside we're almost there." Dean told me, his voice flat, dead.

I shoved some money onto the table and walked out with a forced smile for my waitress, the bags firmly in my hands. Weighing a lot less than they had done a few weeks ago. Either that or the weights I'd been made to lift had paid off.

I was stood in the blistering heat for less than twenty seconds before the familiar black car pulled up in front of me with a roar. Dean and Sam both jumped out and grabbed the bags off me, shoving them into the trunk and then hustling me into the back seat. Both the brothers were trying to act calm, but the panic and worry was pouring off them in waves.

Once we were settled in our normal seats and Dean was speeding away from the dinner I started talking, explaining. "They think I did it. They think I killed my mom and Phil. There are pictures of me going into their house, and then coming out of it covered in blood. How? How?" I took a deep breath trying to calm the mounting hysteria. It did little to work. "What the fuck is going on!?" I all but roared at the men. Scared, confused and upset.

"Can I have a look?" Sam asked me quietly. I wordless passed over the file.

We sat silently for a few minutes, the only noise the growl of the engine as we accelerated wildly from the city that I had once called home. The city that was now throwing me out, causing me nothing but hurt and upset.

As I sat in the back, my mind was whirring, ticking over faster than the wheels off the speeding car.

"If you wanted to get some information out of someone the best way to do it would be by pretending to be someone they loved and trusted. And when that didn't work you'd torture it out of them. What are they and what are they looking for?" I asked putting some pieces of a really difficult and wildly confusing puzzle together.

"B I know your upset, but I'm really not following you." Dean told me, but his eyes weren't making contact with anything but the road. A gentle frown gracing his perfect features. His amazing kissable lips pulled down. The problem was that over the last two weeks or so they'd, he'd, been telling me how to work out if someone was avoiding answering you, if they were hiding something or out and out lying. In Deans own words teaching me how to be 'a living, breathing, bullshit detector' and I was smelling it here.

"Don't lie to me. If you're not gonna tell me fine. But don't lie to me. Not now." I said, my words harder than they'd ever been.

"Dean..." Sam said trying to be quite but there wasn't much you could hide in this tiny space.

"No Sam..." Dean started what was obviously going to be a long drawn out rant about keeping me safe by keeping things from me.

"Dean, it was a shifter. Wearing Bells face. She's right. She saw more in this than we did. Than Bobby did." Sam muttered to his older brother, his tone sad and tired. "After what we saw this morning, you really think it's safer?"

Dean sighed, looked at me in the rear view mirror with soft eyes and then looked at Sam, having one of his silent conferences with his brother. Nothing was said for the next ten minutes. Not until Dean pulled into another motel, miles outside of the city where I was wanted for the murder of my mother and step father.

"Get the room." Dean instructed Sam as he pulled up outside of a high-rise motel. For once I didn't watch the space around us. I didn't take note of the name, what kind of state the place was in, how many cars were around us. Nothing. Every inch of my body was focused on the two men in front of me. Every part of my brain trying to focus on anything but the fact that my mom had thought that I'd killed her. That the last thing she'd seen was me killing her. Hurting her.

Sam got out of the car, throwing Dean a hard look as he did. I had no idea what conclusion they'd come to as they'd done it silently.

Dean turned his whole body in his seat to look at me. I leant forward to the edge of mine, eager to hear whatever it was that he was going to say to me.

"Where did the pictures come from?" Dean asked me while giving a nod to indicate the police file on Sam's vacant seat.

"I don't know." I said, my voice vague as I thought about it. I had no clue as to where the pictures had come from. It looked like someone had taken them from a car at the side of the road or something. But why was someone sat outside of Renée and Phil's house taking a picture of their daughter arriving home? The file hadn't mentioned a witness or anything.

"Why would someone give those pictures to the police B?" Dean asked me, he sounded like he already knew the answer but was trying to get me to realise something on my own. It wasn't going to work though, after the last couple of days my brain now felt like mush. It had been in overdrive a few minutes ago but now it had given up on me, too exhausted to see something that was probably obvious.

"I don't know Dean. I don't get any of this." I said in frustration. Traitorous tears making their way to my eyes, I blinked desperately to make them ago away.

Dean leant forward and took my hand in his. He sighed before speaking, "it's ok sweetheart, it'll be ok." His words however were hollow, a promise that would be broken a thousand times. But his hand gently rubbing mine, his thumb stroking my palm, calmed me down, help to bring me back down from my frustration, anger and down right terror.

"I just want to know what's going on." I pleaded with Dean, staring into his amazing eyes and almost getting lost.

"We'll tell you. But B?" Dean asked, I nodded letting him know that I was listening. "You gotta promise me one thing." Again I nodded, there wasn't much that I wouldn't have done for Dean, not after everything. "Hear the whole story before you jump to conclusions." Not what I expected to hear, but I nodded anyway. That I could do, I was pretty sure.

~0~

Sam, Dean and I were sat around the tiny motel table together. All of us looking wearily at each other, waiting to see who would make the first move.

Sam cracked first. "You know when we found Charlie's papers and we started talking about seals?" He asked me starting the conversation that was apparently going to explain everything to me.

"Yeah." I answered hesitantly. That trip wasn't something I was likely to forget anytime soon.

"Right, what do you know about seals." He asked me.

"If they're not those little bluberry things that live in the sea then nothing." I answered, even more confused now. This was supposed to be clearing things up for me I thought. I saw Dean smile wanly out of the corner of my eye. Something that he hadn't done much in the last few days.

"What's your bible studies like B?" Dean asked me.

"Erm... I dunno not brilliant I guess. I got the whole Jesus son of God thing down. But if you're gonna be asking me about Matthew part six subsection A then I'm at a loss." I replied.

Dean nodded and looked towards Sam. "Seals are like keys, keys that open a door or more precisely a box." Sam explained for me.

"A box to what?" I asked, my heart hammering as I realised that this wasn't going to be a box full of chocolates.

"To Lucifer. If someone were to break sixty-six of the six hundred and sixty-six seals then Lucifer would be free. He'd be walking among us." Sam said, looking miserable.

"Ok." I said, my throat dry and my heart still pounding.

"There's this demon called Lilith, she's breaking the seals. We don't know how many she's broken yet. Only that it's more than the good guys, us, have stopped her from breaking. But because we're trying to stop her we're on her hit list. And she ain't flying solo." Dean said, his voice dark, hatred coming through as he spoke the demons name.

I nodded and turned to Sam as he took over. "Angels are trying to stop her too. But it looks like this is it. That we're living in the end days."

"Apocalypse now." Dean interrupted with a small smirk that had my heart rate rising again, though for different reasons.

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother and carried on speaking. "So we've got demons roaming the earth and angels coming down from heaven. Two out of the three."

"Two of three?" I asked, thinking out loud. "Heaven, hell and... Purgatory."

Sam nodded at me with a small smile that didn't reach his chocolate eyes. "Yeah purgatory, and the things that live in Purgatory, they want their representative out for the big showdown. Eve, the mother of all supernatural creatures." Sam finished as though that should explain everything to me. It didn't.

"What's that got to do with my mom, with my dad, with me?" I asked.

"Angels, demons, anything that powerful, they need a vessel. And certain people are better, stronger vessels than others. The big three have one person who would be the perfect vessel for them." Sam said softly.

"No." I whispered realising what I was about to be told.

"You're Eve's vessel sweetheart." Dean told me softly, his eyes telling me that he wished it wasn't true but that it was.

"How long have you known? What does that mean?" I asked, my head spinning, my heart thumping and my anger rising.

"Since we were at Bobby's, he worked it out from your dad's papers." Sam told me. "And it doesn't mean anything. To be a vessel, you have to give permission for the big three to enter you. To have your body. So it means nothing, except that they're looking for you."

"Why haven't you guys just killed me then?" I asked, what for me would be an obvious question.

Both of the brothers faces scrunched up in distaste at me though. "Why the hell would we do that? You wouldn't have killed Anakin because he might one day turn in Vader would you? And you wouldn't kill a person who might one day be possessed? Besides we like you. If you were a douche bag, or Paris Hilton, then maybe. But we're the good guys B, and we aren't gonna take you out just because someone wants your body to use." Dean raised his eyebrows at that, a clear nod towards the innuendo he intended. Again I blushed.

"Besides, it's not as though we're innocent of this whole thing." Dean muttered darkly, his playful tone gone now. Replaced by anger, upset and what sounded like remorse.

"What do you mean?" I asked gently, wanting to know.

"I mean I started this whole thing ok? Its my fault that you're wanted, that all of this is happening. What you're going through. It's because of me!" Dean said, desperation in his voice.

"What?" I asked, confused and a little scared. I was safe with Sam and Dean right?

"I broke the first seal." Dean whispered, his voice anguished.

"It's not your fault dude!" Sam said, his voice angry but also a little exasperated. This was a conversation that the brothers had obviously had before.

"I broke the first seal, it's my fault!" Dean insisted.

"What was the first seal?" I asked quietly, this sounded bad, but I couldn't believe that Dean had done something terrible enough to help raise the devil. He was a good man, I could tell that, I could feel it in my heart.

"A righteous man torturing people." Dean replied, harshly. "Still think it isn't my fault?" He sounded like he was waiting for my rebuff, that this was what he was dreading, this was the reason he'd been holding back from me, not wanting to take things further, or even give in to want that he'd confessed for me earlier.

"Dean went to hell, he suffered forty years of torture before he tortured someone else." Sam told me in a voice no louder than a whisper but that might as well have been a shout.

"You went to hell!?" I asked Dean stunned, appalled that, this man, Dean, had been to hell. I couldn't even begin to imagine how terrible that had been for him. My heart went out for Dean, and something else was happening in my heart too. This wonderful man, had withstood hell, he was even better than I'd thought he was. That also explained the nightmares he woke up from in a sweat, the thinly veiled wild look he sometimes got in his eyes. He was remembering hell.

"Yeah." Dean said, looking at me for something, a slight tone of hope in his voice.

"I'm sorry." I said, looking into his eyes. "Sorry that you had to go through that."

Both guys looked at me with small smiles on their faces. Sam's almost a smirk, but real happiness hidden deep in his eyes, for what, I didn't know, but was glad that I'd helped to put it there.

"So now you know." Dean said looking me over, worry replacing the look of happiness in his eyes briefly. "How ya doing sweetheart?"

I probed my own feelings so that I could answer honestly. How did I feel about being a vessel to a powerful, evil being? How did I feel knowing that I was the reason that my mother was killed? Knowing that I was probably the reason my father had up and left? That he was too disgusted with me to stay, but loved me too much to kill me? How did I feel?

"I think I need a drink." I answered honestly, making both brothers smile.

Hope this chapter didn't dissapoint! You've all been so amazing that I'm gonna try and get a few more chaps out this week. please let me know what you thought! :) love always Tametiger :)