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Chapter Thirty

Family Outing

Dean, Bobby and I were sat in the study waiting for my dad with a beer each, Bobby and Dean both looking for something, anything, that might help take down Eve, or Lucifer. Though as we'd all been looking for the last six months hopes weren't running exactly high, and even Bobby was running out of books to look through. I had given up and instead was anxiously peeling the label of my cold beer, running through in my head what more I could say to Charlie. What more he could say to me. I

was coming up with as much as the men; bubkiss.

All too soon the back porch door that opened out in to the kitchen squeaked open, a noise that normally made me feel at home but was now making me feel slightly queasy. I had to get a grip on myself though, I was a hunter now, a bad ass, hard, tough hunter, not a little kid that was about to get grounded. Though that was sure as hell how I was feeling.

A deep sigh was heard as the door closed behind Charlie, followed shortly by heavy footsteps and the opening of the fridge. When he materialised his face was as world weary as his sigh had been. A beer clenched firmly in his hand, so hard that his knuckles turned white when he saw Dean sat next to me on the sofa, the one hand he didn't have holding up the book he was reading laying gently on my knee.

"We need to talk." Charlie said softly to me, his eyes turning a deeper brown as they hardened making me wonder if mine did the same when under pressure.

"So talk." I wasn't giving an inch here. I wanted to, damn did I want to. I hated hurting people, it was the last thing I ever wanted to do, especially Charlie, the one person who until recently had always been a constant in my life. But I knew I needed to stay strong on this one. This was my life now and I needed to run it how I wanted, and Charlie had to accept that or he had to get out of it.

"I left." Great way to start out, stating the obvious.

"I'm aware." I said with raised eyebrows as Bobby got up muttering about finding Sam and Ellen before leaving the room noisily.

"I left because I knew I had to find the things hunting you and end them personally. I couldn't let my little girl be hurt like that. I couldn't do it. So I left you the note." Charlie perched on Bobby's desk, his whole body screaming out how uncomfortable he was with this. Every word that he spoke seemed to be dragged out painfully, his voice hard yet choked at the same time.

"The note to ring John." I nodded, my voice pleasingly monotone, I had the hunter mask down to an art now.

"John and me, we had an agreement..." Charlie started saying, but before he could continue Dean butted in.

"When did you make the agreement with dad, cause obviously I've never heard of one." He said, his voice significantly harder than mine; he was going to have to teach me that one.

"We made it just after your brother left for Stamford, hunted down a Rawhide together, damn near killed me, obviously I was blabbing about Bella, your dad asked me about her. We got talking about our kids, then we came to an agreement." Charlie's voice was low and respectful, and in that moment I could see the loss he had for his friend.

"What was the agreement exactly?" I asked, trying to stay strong but feeling for my father at the same time.

"If something was ever to happen to me on a hunt John was to come and get you." Charlie started saying, his voice far away somewhere. "He was to make sure that you were safe, that you had enough money and that you were kept away from all of this."

"Where was I supposed to live? Did you go into that much detail? Who was I supposed to be with? Or was John supposed to rock up into my life give me a wad of cash and then mosey on out? How was it supposed to go down?" I asked, getting pissed and upset yet again.

"When we made the deal you we still living with your mom, but then when you came to me I left a message explaining to John that you'd have to be taken back to Renne, that you'd have to be looked after for a few days first though. I know how stubborn you can be. And would be, especially if they couldn't find me or my body." His words struck a chord with me for a minute, one I desperately tried to shrug off, but one that in the last six months had become a living nightmare for me. Finding Charlie's body, or his remains on a hunt somewhere.

"Surely you could see how that might not have worked right?" I asked pushing past those feelings for now.

"Not to mention, as much as I loved my dad, he wasn't exactly one for hand holding and hugging." Dean added, his face scruntched up, as though it was pyshically painful for him to be saying that about his dad.

"John would've done what needed to be done. Surely you know that." Charlie raised an eyebrow at Dean.

"I get it now." Dean said, but his voice was hard again, hard and pissed.

"Mind filling in the blanks for me?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Dad, he would've hogg tied you and gagged you to get you safe and to your mom if that's what it took. Anything. He would have made sure he did his mission."

"Right. Well." What did I say to that? Knowing this life as I did now, I could see the sense in the idea. But knowing me, being a human being, I could see and feel just how damaging that would be. How scared I would have been. How much I wouldn't have let it drop until I'd drag myself into this life. Surely Charlie would have known that? I was too tenacious for my own good, too observant not to have worked it out eventually. Especially when a stranger rocks up on my doorstop and tries to drag me to my mom's. "Well that idea was a load of crap. You know that I'd have been here anyway if that were to have happened right?"

"John would have made sure you got to your mom's." Charlie was unwavering.

"Yeah but when he was gone I'd have looked and looked till I came across all of this."

"Yeah, she would have done. She's too observant for her own good. Not to mention a danger magnet." Dean said with a grimace. "And we wouldn't have been there to bail her ass out of trouble and teach her all this stuff."

Charlie looked at Dean, his dislike of the man barely hidden, but he looked at least to be considering what Dean had said.

"You may be right there." Charlie eventually said with a small nod. "Ain't nothing we can do about the past though." He then faced me once again. "Everything I've done I've done with you in mind first and foremost. I just wanted you safe Bells. And I failed, for that I'm sorry." His words were sincere, but just like Dean with Sam, I couldn't forgive him that quickly. I just couldn't.

I nodded back to him and got up from the sofa. "I appreciate that dad, I'm sorry about some of the stuff I said outside, but I'm still hurt. It's gonna take a while." I said honestly, then I turned and faced Dean. "I'm gonna take a walk okay?" Dean nodded with understanding written on his face.

I walked from the room, stopping on my way outside to pick up a beer. My thoughts spinning so fast that I didn't even consider the fact that I was leaving Charlie alone with Dean.

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C.P.O.V.

She stopped only to pick up a beer before heading outside, I'd have reprimanded her for it if I'd have thought that it would have done any good. With a sigh I drained my own beer. Bella had every right to be pissed at me, and she was right in what she was saying, but it still cut me to the quick.

A motion from the corner of my eye caught my attention. He was still here. Dean. The man who was with my baby girl. Well I couldn't let this opportunity slide.

I pulled out my pistol, I knew that it wouldn't exactly put the fear of god into him, after all he was a hunter, but I hoped that I would get my point across none the less.

"So Dean... You've been seeing my little girl then." I started out, wanting nothing more than to use the five bullets I had in the gun on this piece of filth. But then I guess that I should be grateful he wasn't a shapes or a vampire really.

Dean looked at me, his eyes hardening, his previously relaxed pose becoming rigid and defensive. Looked like he'd put up a fight; which I was grateful for. If he wouldn't fight for my Bells then he wasn't worth her. "I have," he replied with a tight nod for me.

"I ain't happy about it. For one you're a hunter, means she's less likely to get out of this mess." The boy opened his mouth to talk back to me, proberably to disagree some how, I raised my hand and sent him a scowl. "I ain't finished." I said, my voice harder then it had ever been with Bells. "Another, your older than her, a lot older than her. Now I know she's old before her time, but she's still a twenty year old girl in love. That's right, she's in love with ya, I can see it. So i damn sure hope that you can too boy. Now like I said I'm not happy with any of this. But she's not gonna listen to me, especially not now. But if you hurt her in anyway, and I mean it, I will hunt you down like a common ghost and light your pretty boy ass on fire. You hear me?"

"Yes sir." Dean replied, but he didn't look nearly scared enough for my liking.

"And Dean?"

"Yes sir?"

"You stayed out all night with Bella, I find that happened again, for any reason and me and you are going to have a problem. From now on, I think Bella needs a bed of her own on hunts, and I think Sam should be in the room with you two as well." I laid down the law, knowing as I did it would be fruitless but I hoped it made him think twice.

"Bella's going to have a problem with that one." Dean smirked at me, actually smirked. I cocked my gun, half thinking on using it.

"Well Bella's aim isn't as good as mine I'm sure." I said menacingly before getting off the table I'd been perched on with every intention of getting another beer now my fatherly duties had been done.

"Charlie." Dean said, his voice coming out just as menacingly as mine had done. I turned and looked at him, he was stood now, his arms crossed, his face as hard as his voice.

"Yeah."

"I know Bella's in love with me. I love her too, I'm in love with her. I know this is going to end bloody, always does in this line of work. But the same applies backwards." What was he talking about?

"I'm too old to be talking in riddles, spit it out boy." I growled, tired and getting more pissed off by the second.

"You hurt her again, you run out on her again, you make her worry without good reason again, and I'll hunt you down and drag your sorry ass to where ever she is. I won't kill you, I won't light your ass up, that would hurt her too much. But there will be accidents on the way to her. I've sat with Bella while she worries about you for too many nights, I ain't doing it again." Guess the guy did care for Bella. I would never, as long as I lived, admit it. But right then and there I gained some respect for the oldest Winchester. He was looking out for my girl.

"Seems we understand each other then." I nodded and turned my back on the man, hiding the smile that reluctantly found its way to my face.

"Charlie! Go find that fool daughter of yours. Dean, Sam's out at the shed, go get him. I hit pay dirt." Bobby's gruff yet eager voice stopped me in my tracks on the way to the fridge. Seems like a nice quite week or two off wasn't in the offing right now then.

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B.P.O.V.

I'd come to my usual spot in Bobby's vast junk yard, a place that I thought would have been magical for two young boys when they were growing up. I was sat on the broken down and uncomfortable car in the clearing where me and Sam had first sparred. The place was comfortable to me now, somewhere to go for peace, somewhere to sit and think, or not if I chose to.

I'd been sat for twenty minutes when I heard the crunch of footsteps approaching. My dad's judging by the sound.

Sure enough thirty seconds later Charlie was visible as he rounded one of the seemingly unstable stack of old cars; like a deadly game of pick up sticks.

"Bobby wants us, seems he's found something." Charlie said to me gruffly, no greeting or pleasantries. I guessed that I was finally seeing the real him, the hunter. All those years he'd been lying to me, putting on a persona when he was round me. I understood that now, I understood more than he probably realised, but it still stung slightly.

"He say what?" I asked before jumping off the car and finishing my beer in one.

"No, just for us to go inside." Dad replied while shooting a disapproving look at my now empty beer bottle, our feet kicking up small clouds of dust as we headed back to Bobby's together.

After a minute or two of uncomfortable silence Charlie cleared his throat awkwardly. "So I had a chat with Dean." He started to my horror.

"Aww crap." I muttered but the sharp look I was shot told me that Charlie had heard it loud and clear.

"Anyway..." His voice was stern now, firmly in father mode. Bobby's house was not getting any nearer it seemed, even when I increased my pace. "He isn't the worse boyfriend you've had. But he's still a hunter, and he's still older than you. I don't think I need to tell you, but I will anyway. Be careful Bella." Well that wasn't what I expected, but I still wanted the ground to swallow me up whole where I walked now.

"Yeah. Thanks dad." I muttered. With a smirk that would rival Deans right now I decided to turn the tables on dad. "So what about you dad?" I asked.

"Hmm?" Was my dads astounding reply.

"Well you and Ellen." Again I couldn't help the smirk.

"I don't think..." Charlie started stuttering turning a beautiful shade of red as he did, his moustache twitching comically.

"Now, I don't think I need to tell you, but I will anyway. Be careful dad." I said, trying to hold back the laughter and sound stern the way he had. It didn't work nearly as well.

"Very funny. Hilarious." He didn't sound like he found it all that funny really.

"Thank you, I try." I smiled.

I think Charlie was more relieved then I was when we finally reached the sanctuary of Bobby's. He sure let out a loud sigh that sounded like it as we stepped on to the worn and creaking porch.

I led the way into the study to find Sam, Ellen, Bobby and Dean already there and apparently waiting for Charlie and me. "Bout time." Bobby grumbled looking actually pissed off for a change, that worried me slightly.

"Dad said you'd found something? What is it Lucifer, Eve?" I asked while taking a seat on the couch next to Ellen who handed me a beer. If I carried on drinking at this rate today I was gonna be wasted.

"Neither." Bobby replied.

"Then what is it old man?" Dean asked in his normal relaxed and cocky tone. No hint that he'd had a 'heart to heart' with Charlie. I'd have to ask him about that one later.

"Cut the shit boy." Yup Bobby really wasn't happy. "I found somewhere we might be able to find answers. I found the Campbell library." He directed his words solely at Sam and Dean.

"Campbell? The same?" Sam asked his voice low and hurting. I didn't know if it was still cause he was upset about starting the apocalypse or whatever this Campbell thing was though.

"Yeah. Your families library." Bobby's voice was sombre now.

"Great, more donkey work. When we heading out then?" Dean asked seemingly unaffected by the news, but I knew him well enough now that I could see the hurt just underneath the surface.

"Well I wanted to know if you idgits wanted it to be just you two? Or if..." Bobby trailed off but I got what he was trying to say. Obviously Sam and Deans mom's side of the family had been hunters and this was a long lost library that might be helpful to us somehow. But it also meant maybe brining back painful memories for the brothers, things they might want to deal with alone.

"Your all family. Who else would we want there?" Sam asked, his voice plain, open and honest.

"Well almost all anyway." Dean muttered while shooting Charlie a weary look. "Yeah what Sammy said, your family." He looked particularly from Bobby and then to me, it made my heart light up and a lump rise in my throat.

"Right well now that's sorted, let's pack up and move out ASAP, got a lot of ground to cover." Bobby said, rising from his desk and heading for the stairs.

"Where is it we're heading?" Ellen asked.

"Denver." Great. That would be an interesting couple of days journey.

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"I swear, the next time we take a family road trip I'm staying at home." I grumbled two days later to Sam who was leant against the Impala with me while the others checked us in.

"You haven't enjoyed the trip down here Bells?" Sam asked me with a smirk.

"Was that supposed to be funny?" I growled, not amused. The last two days and a half had been a disaster. It had started when we packed up the cars to come down here. Naturally I had shoved my bag in to the Impala and had started climbing into the back when Charlie had called over that he wanted me to ride with him and Ellen. That was sure to be a fun filled ride.

Sure enough after the first three hours I was close to throwing myself out of the moving vecihle. Dad had been lecturing on everything from hunting technique, to getting out of jail effectively and of course Dean. Ellen had tried to stop the flow, for which she earned my undying gratitude, however Charlie remained unswayed.

The next problem was when we pulled over to stop for the night. Charlie had got a room for me and him. Painful is the only way to describe that evening. Charlie and me were awkward with each other, which we'd always been, so we'd always just kind of skirted round each other. Not that night though.

The next morning I'd thrown myself into the Impala before Charlie could say anything. Dramatically shouting "drive! Drive! Drive!" When the door was slammed shut behind me, which made Dean laugh and Sam roll his eyes. I then had to put up with a half an hour lecture on how I should appreciate time with my dad before it was too late. Sam eventually stopped his lecture when Dean threatened to put AC/DC on repeat for the next month. He also gained my undying love for that move.

That night I managed to get a room with Sam and Dean but had to put up with dad knocking on the door every forty minutes or so to 'tell me something he forgot' or to ask 'if we wanted some food'. It was more than annoying and woke me up twice from my place on the sofa. I was more than glad that Charlie was back in my life, and I was over the moon that he was okay, but he was driving me insane.

So Sam's question of "you haven't enjoyed the trip down here Bells?" Wasn't funny, not even slightly.

"At least we're here." Sam placated me.

"Yeah, now I've only got to have a couple more arguments about who I ride with and where I sleep. No biggie." I sighed.

"We're here on a job, that should help. Plus Ellen's been pretty good at helping you out so far right?"

"I guess." I conceded with another small sigh, I still wasn't overly happy with these events though and had little faith they were gonna get any better.

My theory was going to be tested as Ellen, Bobby, Charlie and Dean all came out of the shabby motel reception and headed for Sam and me as a large group. For a moment I watched the group as impassively as I was able, wanting to see how others would when looking at the sight.

They were all intimidating figures, that was for sure. For me it was a competition between Charlie and Dean which one I'd avoid if I met them on a dark street. Both walked with a sense of purpose and that almost undetectable swagger that not only warned that they could take care of themselves but also that they were armed. Both were large men, despite Sam being taller and broader than them both, Dean and Dad had that look about them, one that screamed danger, keep away.

It was strange to be looking at the two men that were the ones to pile love and strength on me like that, the two men who were so much a part of me like they were a danger.

It was easier with Ellen and Bobby, although I loved them both very much I didn't know them as well or as long as the two men who would always be in my heart.

Ellen looked like a fierce amazonian warrior, her face was hard and closed as she walked, her swagger matching that of the men's. She could have looked out of place; a beautiful woman amongst three hardened men, but she looked like she'd been born to be by their sides. I wondered, and half hoped, that I looked that badass when I was walking with the guys.

Then there was Bobby. Surprisingly Bobby looked the least worry-some of the whole group despite his reputation. He looked like an ageing trucker that had gone slightly to seed, scary enough looking on his own but in the midst of the other hunters he was almost a teddy bear.

I broke out of my musings as the hunters reached us, Dean instantly standing in-between me and Sam, his arm coming from his side and wrapping around my shoulders. Instantly I felt safe, protected and whole. I felt like I was right where I was supposed to be.

I noticed Charlie scowling at Dean and me as I moved instinctively further into his side. Dad's face hardened, his mouth pulled into a slight scowl and I'm pretty sure I saw his hand reach for his gun. I couldn't help the eye roll that came, one that was mirrored by Ellen who looked like she was getting tired of Charlie's crap.

"We're in room three." Dean informed me, his head turning to look at me, his brilliant green eyes smouldering in a way that instantly set me on fire as well.

"Bella, you're with me and Ellen in room five." Charlie shot out before Dean had even finished, his voice icy and broking no argument. It was a shame Ellen was there, a shame for him that was. I really did love that woman.

"We've had this conversation already Charlie Swan, do not make me shove my foot up your ass." Yeah Ellen was scary alright.

"But..." Charlie started arguing.

"Is where this size six is going if you don't shut your pie hole and get our bags right now!" Ellen was having none of it. Charlie looked almost murderous before sighing and heading for his car. Ellen smiled shot me a wink and walked after him.

"Right, well I'm gonna crash. Long day tomorrow kiddies." Bobby growled while shooting the remaining three of us the stink eye that was almost covering a smirk. Now I knew where the Winchesters got it from.

Yeah, this family outing was turning out to be fun and giggles all round. Not.

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So there it was, this chapter gave me some trouble, which I hope doesn't come across, I would love to hear what you all thought!

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