Disclaimer: I do not own supernatural or any of its characters. Only Isabel.

Setting: Takes place after Skin and before Hook Man. Mostly AU

Spoilers: For season 1

Belleville, Illinois

She drove home from work with the radio blaring. For the first time in a long time she was happy it was Friday and was really looking forward to the weekend. The week had been busy at work and all she wanted to do was go home and curl up in front of the fireplace and read a book. Maybe she would even call Jack after dinner.

She smiled as she though of Jack, her new boyfriend of two weeks. Tomorrow night would be their third date and she was feeling like a teenager at the mere thought. She liked this one and for once thought that this relationship might actually go somewhere. It was a scary thought to let someone into her life though, screwed up as she was. Men had come and gone since the death of her parents, but none of them had stuck around for long. Not that she made the effort anyway. But Jack was different. For some reason she felt she could really open up to him, tell him things. Maybe she wouldn't push him away, like she'd done with dozens of others. Then again, she thought realistically, it had only been two weeks. She yet had to have a relationship that lasted more than a month.

She tapped her hand on the steering wheel as she turned into her street, singing along with Steven Tyler about getting it on in an elevator. She stopped mid song as she pulled up to her house.

"What the…?" She breathed out, stopping her car behind the black Chevy parked in her driveway. She frowned as she tried to read the plates before the doors opened up and two men stepped out of the car, turning to face her. She gasped in surprise as she recognised them "No way"

She watched them come around to stand in front of her car, watching her expectantly. She turned the engine off and sat in her car. She wasn't sure how long she'd sat there watching them, but figured that sitting there wouldn't make them go away, and driving off now would be childish. Besides, they'd probably be there when she got back. And she would have to eventually come back.

She was happy to discover that the shock was now starting to wear off, and was being replaced by the warm fuzzy feeling of budding anger. Anger eight years in the making.

She stepped out of the car and slammed her door shut "What do you want?" She asked coldly, looking from one man to the other.

"Hi Isabel. How are you?"

"Not in the mood for chit chat Sam, thanks for asking" She replied testily "What are you doing here?"

"We just wanted to see you" Sam said slowly, his tone friendly yet timid.

"Well, you've seen me" She said opening the door to her car.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to move my car so that you boys can jump back into the bat mobile and get the hell out"

"Isabel, wait" Sam called out moving forward and shutting the door to her car before she had the chance to jump back in. She looked up at him impatiently "Can we talk to you?"

"No" She replied briskly.

"Please Isabel" He pleaded.

"Oh well then, on second thought, I'll have to say no again" She said sarcastically.

"Isabel, we know you're pissed"

She hadn't forgotten he was there too and she turned to him, her anger now redirected "Pissed? You think I'm pissed at you Dean? You have seriously underestimated me"

"Can we please just come in and talk to you for a minute?" He asked, walking around to her.

She took a step back, purely out of frustration "I'm running out of ways to say no, but I will repeat myself if I have to"

"It's important" Dean insisted.

"I don't want to hear it"

"I don't care!" Dean snapped back impatiently, his voice getting louder.

"I'm not surprised you always were a selfish bastard"

"And you've always been a bitch!"

"Stop! The both of you, just stop!" Sam shouted. Dean and Isabel turned to Sam, caught by surprise by his outburst "We just want to talk to you Isabel"

"And I want you to go away" She repeated slowly as if talking to a four year old.

"Fine, we're out of here" Dean said turning and heading back to his car.

"Dean, no!" Sam called out to his brother "Dean!"

Dean stopped and took a deep breath, gathering all patience before turning back to Isabel and Sam. He stayed next to his car and crossed his arms.

"Sam" She said in a softer tone "Please, just go"

"It's been eight years Bel" Sam said pleadingly "Aren't you the least bit curious as to why we're here?"

Dammit! She thought to herself. She was. She looked up at Sam and cursed herself as she felt her resolve melt looking at his eyes. How did he do it?

"I'm giving you ten minutes to talk. Only you" She emphasised pointing to Sam "Then I want you both to go away" She turned a glacial stare at Dean "Far, far away"

She grabbed her things from her car and walked to her front door, Sam and Dean behind her.

"It's good to see you again Bel" She heard Sam say from behind her.

She turned to him angrily and fixed him with a glare "Don't Sam" She said icily "I'm not in the mood. Don't for one second believe this is any kind of happy family reunion"

She walked into her house, not waiting to see if they were following her.

Dean turned to Sam as they walked in the door "Told you she'd be thrilled to see us" He said sarcastically patting him on the shoulder.