Lies For My Protection Chapter 33, a Supernatural + Twilight Crossover fanfic

Chapter Thirty Three

A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed last chapter, I was happy to get so many and they really did make me write faster!

There were a couple of scary review there and I'm hoping I can come out of hiding now? Lol. And a couple of you were so close but I didn't want to PM you to give it away. So instead you have the chapter a couple of days early.

There is one thing I need to address though and that's the question from Elaine O'Roake; 'is the library supposed to be like the men of letters?' Thanks for your review as always and I thought it was a good question.

No it has nothing to do with the men of letters I just went with a crazy idea I had of the Campbells having been hunters for years surely things were passed down from generation to generation, but what about Bobby's book collection where would that go? Do they have something like John's lock-up when they were looking for the Sword that could kill Lucifer? Maybe they could have a secret library but with them being hunters it could have a secret panic room like Bobby's too! But the panic room has to be bigger and have all the things that are passed down in it! Like old weapons... Old weapons... Mace's are old right? And pretty cool too, they have to have a mace. I want a mace...

And is how my thinking and logic goes when I'm thinking of part of a story. Yes my brain is that random and messy lol. Hope you enjoyed the insight.

Hope you all enjoy it

Love Hurts

I couldn't see past the two people kissing. I couldn't feel anything but the pain. I wasn't numb like some people claim they are under these circumstances. I could feel the pain instantly. Dean. My Dean. The love of my life. My first in so many ways and the way it somehow mattered most. He was kissing a beautiful brunette right in front of my eyes. To say it hurt was an understatement.

My stomach plummeted as I watched. My gut was swirling, it hurt. It hurt so god damn much. My eyes burnt with tears that were still to be shed. But all of that was nothing compared to my heart. My heart literally felt like it was breaking in my chest. It hurt so much I was struggling to breath. Gasping for air instead and feeling a slight feeling of this all being a dream. I have believed it; I wanted to believe that, but it hurt too much to be a dream.

I wanted nothing more than to run back to the safety of the library, to take cover with the people I was sure would protect me. If anything could protect me from the pain, they would. Ellen, Bobby and my dad. They would help me. Someone had to help me. God it hurt.

But instead of running away like a child I stayed and watched. I owed it to myself. To get the full story, to get the evidence with my own eyes. I kept thinking to myself that maybe it wasn't what it looked like, it wasn't what I was seeing, maybe there was an explanation. Foolish but I couldn't help wishing anyway.

The brunette was clutching Dean, one hand on the back of his head as though to bring him closer still, the other was griping his face. Her body pushed as close as possible to his. Her lips moving passionately. She was touching, holding him, the way only I was supposed to be able to do.

It's very rare that I found myself hating anyone, in fact I was pretty sure there was no-one I hated, people and things I disliked sure, and normally I got to hurt them if not kill them. Anger management at its best. But this woman, the one who made my world come crashing down, who made me hurt so much it was worse than the torture Eve put me through, the one who was touching my lover like she was his, like they had intimate knowledge of each other before. I hated her. I hated her with every fibre of my being.

I forced to myself to move my eyes on to Dean, to watch his betrayal. It was like that moment when you see a car crash; you want to look away desperately, but you can't, you can't tear your eyes away. You can't look away from the horror. In that minute I couldn't look away from my own personal car crash.

Dean had his hands gripping her shoulders tightly, passionately. I couldn't help but think; he'd never done that with me, this woman was different special. I carried on looking at his hands for a moment, transfixed. Was he gripping me passionately, or was he trying to push her away? His biceps were straining with effort.

It did kind of look like he was trying to push her away. To move his body away from hers. I didn't know if it was my eyes seeing what they wanted to, if it was my brain trying to shelter me from the pain, trying to soften the blow. But I wasn't going to take the chance. I had every right to interfere either way. On one hand I was saving Dean (and I hoped with all my might that that was the case after all) on the other hand I was a woman scorned. Win win. Or lose lose.

I gathered the last of the strength I had left in my body. The adrenaline helping me and pushing the pain aside for the moment; though I knew it would come back with a vengeance soon enough. I marched past Sam, who was stood there staring right along with me. I dodged his attempt to pull me back to his side and ignored him as he whispered my name, his voice full of anguish; "Bella…" Well if he thought he was saddened by this act from Dean then he wanted to try being me right now.

But maybe, just maybe, I was right about this woman attacking Dean, about this kiss – which had to be a record breaker for the longest kiss ever-. Maybe I was about to save my lover and then Sam could screw his sadness and his attempt to stop me. Which as far as I was concerned he had no right to do.

I stormed out of the shed feeling the burn of righteous anger alongside the gut wrenching pain as I did. It wasn't a pleasurable combination.

I grabbed the brunette by her long hair, reaching up as I did as she was quite a bit taller than me, and yanked her away from Dean with all the strength I had. She was pulled away from Dean stumbling in her high heels as she went.

Dean's eyes went straight to the woman, burning with a fierce anger. Even so I was disappointed to see that he only had eyes for her, that he didn't so much as glance at me. I felt like I was sixteen all over again, disappointed that my first crush was looking at another girl rather than me. It made me feel angrier when I realised just how pathetic I sounded even in my own head. I wasn't that girl anymore and how dare these two people make me feel like I was!

"What the fuck Lisa! I told you I was with someone!" Dean spat at the brunette who looked hurt and who was rubbing her scalp as though it hurt – just where I grabbed her. Good.

"But Dean, what about Ben? What about me? I know you love me still, love us both still." The woman, Lisa said, her words and eyes full of hurt, the hurt similar to what I was feeling, but lessened by the fact he hadn't betrayed her.

Dean flinched at her words, as though they cut him somehow. Seeing that was another bruise to my already battered heart. I wasn't sure how much more I could take today. He either had some left over feelings for this Lisa or for Ben, whoever he was, or for both of them.

"He's yours you know." Lisa said in a quiet voice, as those the words were of grave importance and must be uttered with care.

"What!?" Dean gasped. To anyone else but Sam and me the word would have sounded angry and hurt, but I knew him, better than myself, so I could hear that the one little word also contained hope. I was guessing Ben was Lisa's kid. Dean wanted that kid to be his. He wanted it.

That right there was when all the hope in me died and the pain came rushing back in full force. I had to force myself to put on my hunters mask, to make sure no-one could see how cut up I was, so no-one could see that my world had just come crashing down on me. No one would see my pain, my loss, the feelings of betrayal, of anguish. The just weren't the words that summed up how I felt. It was as though all of my insides had disappeared and been replaced by red and black colours mixing together, burning, gnawing and screaming. I couldn't let them out, not yet. Now I had to hold it together. I had to see if Dean road into the sunshine with another woman. I had to watch the car crash as it happened.

"Eh. That one's too cruel, even for me." Lisa said, her eyes suddenly turning black. "He's not yours don't worry. Besides I've done enough damage to your life without adding a long lost kid to it as well." The demon inside the woman said with a pointed smirk in my direction. Which made me even more mad, which hadn't though possible. Now I was murderously angry. Was my life a game to this thing? Something to be played with if it was bored?

"Why are you here? And why chose Lisa?" Dean asked, his voice and face once again is professional mask. Hard and unbreakable once more.

"Why not? It's one of the people that I could invade that would bug the shit out of you." The demon said while rolling its eyes. "Plus there's been a price put on your head Dean. Yours and hers." Once again the demon glanced in my direction. "Ever since you and little Sammy released Luicfer, he;s out are wanted picture out for you. Don't worry though Dean, I know your prides important to you, so you should know, your rewards slightly bigger than hers."

I'd heard enough for one day. I'd had enough for a week if not a life time.

And I was mad as hell.

"Hey bitch?" I said in my sickly sweet voice again.

The demon turned towards me, with a smile, no worry about it. Wrong move.

I turned my body as far as I could before flinging it back the other way as fast and hard as I could, my fist extended so the punch when it landed would have the full force of my body behind it.

As soon as my fist connected with the demons face it fell in a limp pile at my feet. Knocked out, hopefully how it would stay for a few minutes, and I did feel a tiny bit better, though the anger was still raging inside of me. "That's for kissing my boyfriend." I addressed the fallen body before turning to face Sam who was still stood in the shed doorway. "Holy water?" I asked, Sam obliged pulling out a familiar battered silver flask which he threw at me. I extended one had and caught the flask. Never feeling quite so grateful that I was losing some of the clumsiness that I'd been born with, that wouldn't have looked quite so cool if I'd have fumbled it then dropped it.

I turned to face the demon once more while twisting off the top of the flask, ignoring Dean as he spoke. "B, I'll do it."

I flicked the water on the demon as though Dean hadn't been there, sadistically enjoying the wisps of smoke that we're coming off the lifeless body as it burnt. Not taking my eyes away from the demon I started the exorcism ritual, Sam supplying the three words that I forgot in the middle for me. Got to love Sam, he was great with the Latin. I spat out the words, putting some of the pent up rage into them as I spoke.

"Audi nos!" I shouted out the last words just as the demon came too, just long enough for me to see the fear in those dark black eyes before it smoked out of the woman's body in a terrifying mix of thick nauseous black smoke and a blood curdling scream.

In the awkward silence that followed Sam was the first one to speak, asking the question I kind of wanted to know myself; "What the hell happened Dean?" Sam was now directly behind me, obviously having moved forward when he realised I might need him for the ritual.

"Later dude." Dean replied before gazing at me. I could see, anger, regret and sorrow in his deep green eyes. But right then and there I couldn't face it. I looked away. "B…" Dean started speaking to me.

"i…" I didn't get a chance to get any of my words out as the woman started to come to with a groan. She was going to have a bruise and a half on her cheek in an hour or two and although she was innocent I couldn't bring myself to feel any guilt about that.

The woman looked up, her hand cradling her cheek. "Dean…? Sam…?" She asked sounding groggy, her eyes dazed and confused. I turned on my heel and started walking away, heading for the parked cars. I needed some time to myself, to sort things out in my head.

"Bella…!" Dean called out at my retreating back.

"I'll talk to you later Dean! Get her home."

I knew he hadn't willingly kissed that woman at least I knew that. He was faithful to me, some part of me was feeling guilty I'd doubted him at all, but then there had been insurmountable proof behind the thought. However, some part of me was also doubting that he was innocent. I'd heard that he had some feelings for Lisa and her kid. That he'd wanted to be the kid's father. And that hurt. I thought that he'd felt the same as me, that I was his love the same way his was mine. Obviously not.

And then there was the kid angle. Kids… They'd never really been part of the big plan for me. I'd never wanted to be responsible for anyone else but myself, and I'd spent most of my life looking after other people, didn't I want to spend the rest of my life doing it as well? Maybe, maybe in the distant future I'd change my mind. Then again, maybe I wouldn't. Dean though, even being a hunter, even knowing exactly what went bump in the night, he wanted kids. The sad fact was that I wasn't ready for that, may never be ready for that.

God, my mind was twisting from one scenario to another faster than I could keep up, and none of them were good.

I needed to get away.

So I did what anyone would do. I hotwired Deans baby and hightailed it out of there. Wishing as I did that I had somewhere I could call home.

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