AN: So, I think I will go in the order of the cases starting after 'Bugs' which is what Chapter 2 was centered around. I may skip a few. As you can see, I am using some dialogue from the show itself and my own spin, and I find it easier to go based on the cases in Supernatural itself and create my own details around it.

Basically, rewriting them to fit my story. I know it's not that original, but I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 3: Dear Old Dad

Dean awoke to soft whimpering, his body tiredly rolling over to face the companion next to him. He blinked his eyes open, his eyes narrowing as he took in Bella's face. Her forehead was lined with a thin sheen of sweat, her eyes crewed shut, lips pursed. Her hands were curled around the bed sheet, knuckles white.

He lifted his eyes over to Sam's sleeping form shaking his head. He really did sleep like the dead. Without a second thought, he wrapped an arm around her, scooting closer to her, his body curling around her in spoon-like action. This motel had apparently never heard of a cot or a pullout. "Nothing in that head of yours is real, it's just a dream," He murmured to her. His eyes started to close, his arm tightening just briefly before relaxing.

Bella's fingers slowly uncurled from around the sheets, quieting. Dean sighed out in relief; he was due for some much-needed sleep. Seeing his mother in his childhood home, still rocked him to his core, and it's only becoming apparent that there is a plan out there for Sam and the people like him. Dean has only spent about 2 weeks in the presence of Bella Swan.

He wondered just how special all of these people were and why. What did Yellow-Eyes have planned? He realized that Bella was somewhat like him in a sense. She threw herself into whatever she was doing in order to not deal with whatever personal issues she had going on.

He could relate. His father was still out in the wind, something that pissed him off as the days passed. He did everything John ever asked, no complaints. When he needed him the most, he wasn't there.

He laid his head back on the pillow, drifting back to sleep.

Sam groaned softly, the ringing of the cell phone waking him. He knew it wasn't his, and he reached his hand out, sighing in annoyance. "Dean," He mumbled, only to hear snoring. He grabbed the phone, flipping it open. "Hello?" He asked tiredly. Sam's eyes shot open, sitting up as his father's voice filtered on the line. "Dad?" He asked. "Are you hurt?" He looked over at Dean who was wrapped around Bella, his face burrowed in her neck.

He got back to the conversation at hand. "I'm fine," John spoke, his tone clipped. "We've been looking for you everywhere," Sam stated, semi relieved and worried. "We didn't know if you were okay, or where…where you were," John sighed on the other end. "I'm alright Sammy. What about you and Dean? Are you two alright?" Sam nodded to himself.

"Yeah, yeah, we're fine. Um, where are you dad?" He asked, his brows raised as Dean shifted awake, looking over in confusion. Dean sits up in the bed at the word dad. "I can't tell you that Sammy. Is it just you and Dean?" He asked, making Sam pause, his gaze going to Bella. "Is that Dad? Where is he? What..?" Dean whispered, snapping his fingers to get Sam to look at him.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, coming to a stand. Dean carefully maneuvered around Bella, getting off the bed and standing next to Sam as he tried listening. "Exactly what I said. Is it just you and Dean? I know about the girl Sam," Sam and Dean both shared a look, wondering what Bella had to do with anything. "Dad…she…what does that have to do with anything? Where are you? We can meet you," Dean just shook his head on that. He felt like he was missing a rather big picture. "Everything, which is the exact reason you can't come looking for me," John sighed. "You're going to have to trust me on this," Sam scoffed, closing his eyes. "You're going after it. Aren't you? Yellow-Eyes,"

"It's a demon Sam, a nasty one," Sam's eyes shot to Bella, then to Dean. "A demon? Are you sure?" He asked. Dean reared back, connecting the dots. "Very. Sam, I know what happened to your girlfriend. I would've done anything to protect you from that," Sam blinked back the tears in his eyes, shaking his head. "Do you know where it is?" He asked instead.

"Yeah, I'm closing in on it," Dean went ahead and started putting on a shirt, his attention solely focused on the conversation. "If you found it, let us help, we want to be there," Sam said, trying not to lose his cool. John sighed, his voice becoming stern. "You can't Sam. That's why I'm calling. You boys need to give it up. You and that girl need to stay as far away from me, and this thing! Do you understand?"

Dean could hear John yelling, reaching for the phone as Sam blinked back more tears. "Now you listen here. Write down these names," Dean snatches the phone from Sam putting up to her ear. He sat on the edge of the bed. "Dad, it's me. Where are you? Uh..yeah, yeah….yes sir. Okay. Yes sir. Yeah. Okay. What are the names?"

Sam sighed annoyed as Dean started writing. Dean hung up the phone with a sigh, staring at Sam. "We've got a case," He murmured. Sam just shook his head, snatching his shirt up off the floor before going into the bathroom. The slamming of the bathroom door jolted Bella awake.

Her heart hammered in her chest, and she opened her eyes to see Dean folding up some pants. She sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Is it time to go already?" She asked softly, getting out of the bed. Dean nodded, glancing at her for just a second before stuffing his clothes inside his duffel. "Yeah, a new case popped up. Do you mind heading across the street to get us something to eat?" Bella shook her head, and Dean made sure to keep his back turned so that she could dress.

After popping in a piece of gum, she wrinkled her nose at not being able to brush her teeth just yet or wash her face. "Here," Dean tossed her a credit card, and Bella raised a brow. "John Bonham? Really?" She asked. Dean smirked, waving her on. Bella laughed softly before closing the motel door.

Sam came out of the bathroom, going towards his bag, noticing Bella wasn't in the room. "Where's…" He started, but Dean cut him off, "Went to grab breakfast," Sam didn't say anything in response but nodded. As he was folding up his last shirt, he sat on the bed, running his fingers through his hair. "Are we going to tell her?" He asked.

Dean just stared at him as he folded up his clothes. "There's nothing to tell exactly. We don't know anything," Sam frowned. "What if she's…." Sam trailed off. He and Dean made eye contact, both unwilling to say the words. "She's not," Dean said, zipping up his bag. "How do we know that? The way dad asked…he knows about her, I don't know how, but he knows something, something he's not willing to share," Sam explained, trying to find the reasoning behind everything.

"Dad would've told us to kill her, that plain and simple. He said to stay away, so you decide which one is worse," He replied, going ahead and grabbing Bella's bag finding that nothing of hers was lying around. "Hey, look at this," Dean held up a pair of pink pair of lace boy shorts, smirking.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Dude, you are such a perv. Stay out of her bag man," Dean tossed the underwear his way, and Sam caught it, his eyes widening. "Dude!" Sam tossed them back shaking his head. "What? They're just underwear Sammy, seems to be your size, I don't think Bella would mind," Dean tossed them back. Sam stood, making his way over, ready to snatch the bag, and put Bella's underwear back. "You're such a child. What's with you and her anyway?" Sam snatched the bag away from Dean, putting it back.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked. Dean knew that this was so not the moment to fuck around, but this was what he needed, and even Sam, even if he didn't want to admit it. Was Bella's underwear necessary? Probably not, but he loved to make Sam squirm.

"Dude come on, and you know what I'm talking about. You two were practically cuddling," Dean shrugged. "She was keeping me up, looked like she was about to have a nightmare. I don't think you wanted to be awoken by screaming, now would you? They scare the crap out of me. Remember last time?" Sam grimaced, nodding. Her screaming woke people three doors down who thought she was being murdered. "I still don't know how we evaded being arrested," He muttered. "Thank cop's daughter," Dean snorted.

"Dean? Do you think…I mean, if Dad said to kill her, could you?" Sam asked, zipping up Bella's bag. Dean didn't answer at first. "No," He shook his head, looking to Sam. "No, I couldn't. Could you?" Sam immediately shook his head. "She's our friend," He said. "If she was evil?" Dean asked.

Sam didn't have an answer to that as he grabbed the keys and walked out of the motel room. Dean sighed, grabbing his bag. After brushing his teeth, he double-checked a few things before heading out to Impala. The smell of fried grease hit his nose as soon as he got into the car.

He turned, grabbing the bag from Bella. He dug in the bag as Sam pulled out onto the road. His eyes were wide as he looked back at Bella who was munching on her own breakfast. She furrowed her brow as she noticed his staring. "Did I get you something you don't like?" She asked, raising her head a bit to make sure she got what she ordered. "You got me a burger, with Bacon," She frowned looking to Sam. He didn't pay her any attention, his eyes on the road. She sensed something was wrong but didn't press. "Oh, I thought you liked bacon. Do you eat the bacon that Sam likes too? That vegetarian type stuff? Shoot, sorry Dean," She goes to offer him the bagel she had, but he shook his head, a smile breaking out on his face.

He bit into the burger like a starving man, moaning softly. "You got it down to the pickles," He murmured behind his food. Bella raised her brows, chuckling before eating in silence.

Sam was the first to break the silence, looking over to Dean. "So….the names Dad gave us, they're all couples?" He asked, and Dean nodded, reaching into his jacket to pull out the paper. "Three different couples. They all went missing." Sam frowned. That made no sense.

"They were all from different towns, different states?" He shook his head. What kind of thing were they dealing with this time? "Mhm. Washington, New York, Colorado. Looks like each couple was heading on a road trip cross-country, only they never reached their destination, nor were they heard from again," He sipped at his drink, looking through what John had.

Sam glanced over at Dean in annoyance. "They've could've disappeared anywhere Dean. This is a big country." Dean shook his head in disagreement. "That's the thing. Could've. Each one's route sent them through the same part of Indiana, on the second week of April, one year after another." Bella shuddered at that, her mind briefly wondering about the different ways they met demise. "This is the second week of April," Bella said, wadding up her plastic. Sam raised a brow, "So Dad is sending us to Indiana to hunt something before another couple vanishes?"

Bella narrowed her eyes at Sam's tone, wondering what had him riled up. "Yeah. Can you imagine putting a pattern together like this? All the different obits Dad had to go through?" Dean asked, sounding awed. Bella sat back as Sam pulled over to the side of the road. This wasn't the first time the boys had argued about their father, and Bella had learned to see when one was brewing.

She usually kept quiet as it didn't concern her, letting them hash it out. "What are you doing?" Dean asked, his brows furrowed, tiling his head. Sam turned towards Dean scoffing. "We're not going to Indiana. We're going to California. Dad called from a payphone, Sacramento area code," Sam's lips were pursed as he stared Dean down. "Sam," Dean muttered, shaking his head in sympathy. "Dad doesn't want our help, and he said.." Sam cut Dean off, his voice rising a bit to make his point clear.

Bella jumped a bit, unused to the sound. She never heard Sam get this mad before. He was usually the calm one. "I know what he said! He's hiding something, about me, about Bella! If this demon did kill mom and Jess, and he's closing in, we need to be there. We have to help," Bella looked between the two of them, frowning. "Wait, what do you mean, 'about me'?" Dean and Sam ignored her, the two in a silent staring contest. "He's given us an order," Dean stated, looking out of the window.

"And we don't always have to follow what he says," was Sam's reply. "Sam, Dad's asking us to save lives here man. This is important,"

Sam shook his head, pleading with his eyes that Dean understood how he felt; the situation they were in. "Dean, I get it okay. I- Just one week. To get answers, get revenge." Dean held up a hand, "Alright, look, I know how you feel-" Dean stopped, rearing back in shock at the expression on Sam's face. His eyes were narrowed, a look of anger in his expression.

"How I feel? How could you? Jess just died 6 months ago Dean, and you what? Last time you saw mom when you were four. You don't have a clue," Bella gasped quietly, her eyes widening.

"Guys, maybe you two should just," Bella started, but then she pursed her lips as Dean started talking. "Look Dad said it's not safe, and if he said so, it's not. For you or Bella. This isn't all about you," Sam glared, shaking his head. "I just don't get it Dean! You have blind faith in the man, like why? You don't even question him,"

"Guys…. Let's not say something you won't…" Bella shut her eyes as Dean spoke once again. "It's called being a good son!" Dean snapped, finally losing his patience. Dean already had a lot on his shoulders, and he understood more than Sam could ever imagine. Sam opens the door, getting out of the car. Dean is next to get out, and Bella couldn't help but follow. "You're a selfish bastard you know that? You just do whatever you want, have no freaking care of what anybody thinks!" Dean snaps.

They stood chest to chest, and Bella couldn't stand it anymore. She shoved her way between the two, shoving them away from each other. "Guys, what the hell?!" She snapped, looking at them both. "Neither of you are helping anything with this fighting. What the hell is going on? What is this about your father, and what does it have to do with me?" Dean glared but stayed where he was.

"Dad called this morning. He's in the midst of hunting Yellow-Eyes. He's a demon, which makes sense. I want to go and find him, but Dean here wants to be a good little solider and follow orders!" Sam growled, his fingers twitching. "Dad knows about you, and for some reason, he doesn't want you there, or me. This makes me believe he knows the truth about whatever the hell is going on with us," Sam explained, staring Dean down. Dean didn't budge, his side already chosen. "Well, you know what, this selfish bastard is going to California," Sam grabbed his backpack, and started walking away.

Tears sprang to Bella's eyes as she watched Sam walk. "Dean…." Bella whispered, looking towards him. His face was blank of any emotion. "Come on Sammy! You're not serious!" Dean shouted. Sam stopped, turning around, his arms out in an obvious manner. "I'm serious," They both stared at each other for a while, and the silence was eating at Bella as she watched with bated breath.

"I'll go!" Bella burst out. "Clearly you both want to find John, and if- if I'm in the way, just drop me back off! I'll be fine without you guys," She offered, blinking back tears as she watched the space between Sam and Dean grow. "Not happening," Both of them said in unison. "Yellow-Eyes wants you too, and you'll be safer with Dean," Bella sighed in defeat.

"But he wants you too Sam," She tried, sighing as he shook his head. Dean grumbled, opening the passenger door for Bella. "Let's go," He waited for her to get in, raising a brow. Bella's chest heaved as she stared at them both. She quickly made her way past Dean, his annoyed sigh following her. "Sam," Bella called, grabbing his jacket. He turned around looking down at her, remorse in his eyes. She pulled him into a hug, and at her height, she could only wrap her hands around his waist. "Be safe," She whispered into his shirt.

Sam only nodded, "You too," before turning his back. Bella frowned, wiping her eyes. She knew he'd be back. He had to. She got into the car, Dean closing the door. "Goodbye Sam," He called, shutting the trunk, before getting back into the car.

Burkittsville, Indiana

The silence was all Dean had going as he pulled onto the side in front of a small building. One thing about Bella is that she sleeps a lot, one thing that took the boys some getting used to. Certain cases tired her out more than the average person, and on top of her nightmares, it's been pretty hectic. Dean pulled out his phone, thinking if he should call Sam.

"Give him some time Dean," Bella murmured, sitting up slowly. Dean sighed, leaning back. "I guess. Are you ready? The last couple was last seen at Scotty's Café," He pointed out of the window, and Bella frowned, tilting her head. "What is it?" He asked. Bella shrugged. "Nothing…" She said, opening the door. Dean followed behind, taking the lead.

They eye a man in a rocking chair, and Dean gestures towards the sign, a smirk on his face. "Let me guess," He then pointed to the man, "Scotty?" Scotty just looks to the sign, his eyes sweeping over both Bella and Dean. "That'll be me," He said, looking back at Dean.

"Hi, this is Bella Swan, and I'm John Boham," Scotty just raised a brow, and Bella had to stop herself from snorting. She shifted uneasily from foot to foot, looking around nervously. The town was just….too quiet. "Isn't that the drummer for Led Zeppelin?" Bella cleared her throat, catching Scotty's attention. "I'm sorry sir, we just wanted to know if you've seen our friends," She motions for Dean to pull out the photos she saw him stuff into his jacket.

Scotty shakes his head as he looks at them. "Nope. Sorry, we don't get many strangers around here," He said, dismissing the flyers. Dean just nods, making eye contact with Bella. "You know Scotty, you just have a smile that lights up the room. Anybody ever tell you that?" Both Bella and Scotty cut Dean a strange look, causing him to clear his throat with a dry chuckle. "Never mind, see you around. Come on Bella," Bella follows behind him, frowning. "'Smile that lights up the room,'?" She asked, chuckling. Dean stared at her over the top of the Impala, his eyes cutting towards the empty seat where Scotty just occupied. "You can't tell me that guy didn't know more than what he was saying,"

Bella just hummed, nodding to Dean. "Well, that's one thing you've got right. He straight lied through his teeth,"

Bella waited in the car this time around as Dean stopped by the town's general store. She felt better in the car than she had outside. It was eerie. The town felt like nothing. Absolutely nothing. There was nothing to see, nothing to sense, almost as if there was a screen blocking her.

She sat up a bit straighter as Dean got back into the car. "Anything?" She asked, and Dean nodded, heading in a certain direction. "Yeah, they saw the couple head down here that night, there's something crazy going on here," As Dean drove off, his mind briefly wandered to Sam, but he shook his head. He had a case to see to.

"I like it better," Bella admitted, looking out of the window, watching the trees pass by. At Dean's silence, she elaborated. "In the car. I can feel you, know you're here, but out here? I feel nothing, it's different," She glanced over at him, finding that his eyes were on her. Dean opened his mouth to say something, but they were both interrupted by a strange sound. "What the hell?" Bella murmured, reaching into the back, rummaging through the pile on the backseat. "What is it?" Dean asked, and Bella stared down at the EMF meter, sitting back into the seat.

"This. Why would it be….Oh…Dean look," She pointed at the orchard. "You've got to be kidding me," He groaned, pulling off to the side. "Still like this job?" He asked. Bella frowned, "I hate scarecrows," She muttered, opening the door after Dean pulled on the shoulder of the road.

She and Dean walked through the orchard, Bella eyeing the scarecrow warily. Dean stopped, going towards it. "Dude, you're fugly," He said, causing Bella to snort, and shake her head. "Stop provoking that thing," She scolded, looking it cautiously. "What? I think if it would come alive, it would," He stated, grabbing a ladder. Bella looked around, shivering slightly at the cool wind. She walked forward, standing at the bottom. "Oh, it comes alive," She murmured, reaching out her hand. "Don't touch it," Dean warned, coming down the ladder.

He showed Bella the flyers, pointing towards the most likely deceased tattoo. "Scarecrow over here has it too. I don't think that's a coincidence," Bella shivered as they started walking back towards the Impala. "Do you feel eyes on you?" She asked as they neared the road. "Yep," Dean answered, not looking back.

Bella accompanies Dean to the gas station, smiling at the woman. "You're back." She smiled, sending Bella a nod, a bright smile on her face. "You've brought a friend," Bella shook the girl's hand, a small wince on her face. "You alright?" Emily asked concerned, her brow furrowing. Bella nodded, "I'm fine," She replied. "Yeah, never really left," Dean responded, causing Emily to chuckle. "Still looking for your friends?" Dean nodded, "You mind fillin' her up there, Emily?" Dean asked, noticing her nameplate.

She starts to fill the tank, giving Bella an opportunity to look around a bit. "So, you grew up here?" Dean inquired. "I came here when I was 13. Lost my parents to a car accident. My aunt and uncle took me in," Dean hummed, "Nice people," He commented. Emily smiled. "Everybody's nice here."

"Perfect little town huh?" Bella asked, shaking her head minutely at Dean. She came to a stand next to him, leaning on the Impala. Dean shot her a look that clearly said 'Get off Baby'. Bella rolled her eyes, a smile forming on her face. She held her hands up in surrender, leaning away. "Well," Emily turned to Bella, a grateful smile on her face. "You know, I mean, the towns around us, people are losing their homes, their farms, but here? It's like we're blessed,"

Bella furrowed her brows, a concerned look on her face. She didn't like the word blessed. "Hey Emily? Is that your aunt and uncle's car?" Bella asked, pointing towards it. Emily shook her head, "No, customer," She said. "It's not a couple is it? A guy and a girl?" Dean asked. Emily nodded. "Mhm, Over at Scotty's now,"

Bella frowned, following behind Dean as he got into the Impala. "Thanks," Bella said, barely closing the door before Dean was heading in the direction of the diner. "What's the plan here Dean? We can't let that couple die," Dean pulled up to the diner, frowning. "Working on it," Dean said, getting out of the car. Bella followed along, the two stepping into the diner, eyeing the couple. Dean sat at a table, Bella pulling up a chair next to him. "Oh, hey Scotty. Can I get a coffee, black? Want anything sweetheart?" He asked Bella, who nodded. "If I could have water?" She asked, meeting Scotty's eyes.

He just grunted. Dean said 'sweetheart' purposely this time, hoping that if they could save the couple, he and Bella could 'take their place' so to speak. At least see what was going on. "Oh, and some of that pie too," He gave a cheeky smile, causing Bella to shake her head. "How ya doing?" He asked the couple, passing them a friendly smile.

"Road trip," The girl smiled. "Hm, us too," Dean said. Bella offered a wave, smiling in their direction. They nodded, going back to their food. "I'm sure these people would like to eat in peace," Scotty stated. Bella just observed as Dean chatted with the couple, her eyes going to the food, then she thought of the friendly mannerisms of the people in town.

"Dean," Bella murmured quietly, taking notice of the uncomfortable look on their faces. "We might need to beat it about now," She states, nodding her head towards the Sheriff that just walked in. "Thanks for coming Sheriff," Scotty said, stepping out from the back. Bella sighs, watching their interaction. They cut their eyes to her, and then Dean.

"Are you with him?" The Sheriff asked Bella. Bella quickly nodded, looking shy all of a sudden. The Sheriff sighs, shooting Scotty a glance. "Well, I'd like a word please," Dean opened his mouth, probably about to let out a smart remark, but Bella stopped him, with a hand to his mouth. "We're leaving," Bella stood, pulling Dean by the jacket.

They got into the car, annoyed as the Sheriff escorted them out of town. "This sucks," Dean stated as the Sheriff suddenly turned around, driving off. Dean stopped, giving some them some time in between them and the sheriff. Bella looked at the time as night started to fall. "We're running out of time," Dean made a U-Turn, heading back down the deserted road. "Look, just stay with me alright? That fugly bastard could come alive,"

''Dammit," Dean swore, noticing the car on the side of the road. He quickly put the car into park, going to the trunk. Bella's eyes swept the orchard, eyes narrowing as she saw a black mass shoot across. Dean was in the midst of grabbing his gun when the couple screamed. Bella shot off into the orchard, running. "Bella! Dammit," Dean yelled, running in right behind her. "Hey! Catch!" Dean tossed Bella a smaller gun, her hand reaching out to catch it.

Dean blinked in alarm as Bella barely had to look as she caught it. Her body continuing forward. Dean and Bella ran into the couple, both of them panting in fear. "Get back to your car," Dean snapped, Bella ushering them towards the clearing. "Oh…" She gasped, her eyes taking in the scarecrow. "Go!" He snapped, aiming his gun to shoot at it. He fired off a few shots, his eyes widening as the Scarecrow barely faltered. "Shit," He runs behind the couple, turning to fire, only for the thing to keep coming. "Go! Go!"

They finally reached the road once more, all of them panting hard. "What-" The man panted, looking to his girlfriend, and then Dean. "What was that?" Dean just swallowed shaking his head. "You don't want to know," Dean panted, his brow furrowing. "Hey…hey…" The woman called towards Dean, her eyes wide. "Where's your girlfriend?" Dean looked confused at first, tilting his head, "My girl…" Dean had a panicked look on his face, looking back towards the orchard. "Bella?!" He yelled, nothing but silence greeting him. Dean ran a hand through his hair unsure of his next move. Dean went to the trunk, unsure of what he was looking for. He decided to grab another weapon. He looked at the couple and then their car. "I'd stay in the car if I were you,"

Dean went back into the orchard, his eyes searching for Bella, while also keeping an eye out for the scarecrow. His breathing was heavy as he looked around, panic slowly rising within him, as he went to the wooden pole that was empty.

His face hardened as he came across the gun he gave her lying on the ground.

"The Scarecrow climbed off its cross?" Sam asked surprised. Dean hummed. "Yeah, should've seen it," Dean didn't want to tell Sam just yet what had happened, unsure of what he was going to do. "You and Bella got to the couple in time, right? Do you guys know what you're dealing with?" Dean sighed, rubbing his eyes. "I'm thinking it's a god. A pagan god anyway. The annual cycle of its killings, the victims are always male and female. Like some fertility right, and the locals," Dean muttered in annoyance.

"So, a god possesses a scarecrow…" Sam trailed off. "And the scarecrow takes his sacrifice… For another year the crops won't wilt, and disease won't spread…is it possible it can take one of the same sex?" Dean suddenly asked, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel. "Why?" Sam asked concerned.

"Sam….I don't know where Bella is. We got to the couple, and we were all running, and….when we got back to the car she was gone." Sam was silent on the other end. "Dean….you….is she?" Dean shook his head in frustration. "I don't think so. I think it needs two people, but why take her when it had the couple in its sight?"

"You know what? I'm coming back, we'll find dad another way," Sam started, but Dean cut him off. "No, find dad. I've got this. I'll call you. I'll get her back Sam," Dean hung up the phone, heading for the University. Dean didn't like attachments, because they made him weak, and the last thing he needed was to be attached to some girl. Dean knew deep down that this wasn't just some girl. There was just something about women with brown eyes.

Bella Swan? She was nothing like the others.

Dean walked into the Community College following behind the professor. The professor chuckled, briefly glancing at Dean. "It's not every day I get a research question on Pagan ideology," Dean just hummed, "Yeah, well you can call it a hobby," The professor pursed his lips, going towards his table. "But you said you were interested in local lore yes?"

Dean nodded, asking the professor about the town. "I'm actually looking for one god, one that might live in an orchard," The professor nodded, humming. "Okay, I've got something on that,"

He starts flipping through a book, stopping on one that matched exactly what Dean was looking for. "Wait, that one. A Vanir? Villages practiced a sacrifice, one male and one female. Some believed things were infused with magic. What would happen if a sacred tree or something like that was torched? Would it kill the god?" Dean asked, his eyes roaming over the pictures.

"Son," The professor laughed. "These are the legends we are discussing. You don't believe in these do you?" He asked. Dean tilted his head a bit. "Well, not exactly. I'm speaking hypothetically," The professor laughed, patting Dean on the shoulder. "Did I help?" He asked. Dean nodded. "Yeah, thanks, professor. Oh wait, I do have one more question," The professor raised a brow. "Could it be possible for a god to accept a sacrifice of just one person? Like just a female? What would be a reason a god might go against normal tradition?"

The professor tilted his head. "I'm not sure what you mean. In that type of god, it's never been heard of, but there have been some instances in lore where a god has accepted a single gift because it wants something. More than it's usual gifts. In terms of sacrifice and the god you were reading on, once in a while, it may take a female or a male, only because they harness a power that a normal male and female cannot give it. It'll last them a lifetime, no longer needing a sacrifice for the next hundred years or so,"

Dean's gut clenched, hoping he gets to her in time before something like this happens. "Does it still need its human sacrifice of a male and female, before taking that one person to last them a lifetime?" The professor narrowed his eyes and shrugged. "Like I said son, this is only lore," Dean shook hands with the professor and started making his way out of the room. He opened the door, the butt of a gun was all he could see before everything went black.

Scotty, Harley, Stacy, and the sheriff look at one another, their eyes sliding towards the sleeping brunette. "Why, why can't we just give it the guy and his friend? Why does it have to be Emily?" Harley asks, his eyes lowering. "It's mad at us, it's angry. It won't be satisfied. Not without her. That girl surges with power. We won't have to do this again!" Stacy exclaimed, swallowing back the lump in her throat. Stacy and Harvey escorted Emily towards a cellar. Emily is crying, pleading with her aunt and uncle to not do this.

They shove her inside, Dean glaring at them, his right eye bruised. "Hey! Where's my friend?" He snapped, yelling as they just closed the cellar door in their face.

Dean started to try to break out of the cellar, grunting with each try. "I don't understand. They're going to kill us?" Emily asked. Dean nodded, "Yeah a sacrifice. Have you seen my friend?" Emily looked at him confused, her eyes watery. "The girl that was with me. Where is she?" Emily bit her lip, swallowing. "I-I saw her when they…she was passed out, they were tying her…." She was interrupted by the cellar doors opening. Emily and Dean glanced at each other as guns were aimed at their faces.

"Let's go," The sheriff ordered. Dean slowly walked, his jaw tensing. "How many people have you killed? How much blood is on your hands?" Dean asked, his eyes looking for any sign of Bella. "We don't kill them," The Sheriff replied. Dean scoffed. "Yeah, but you sure do cover them up. I mean, how many cars have you hidden, clothes you've burned?" The Sheriff walked away, and Dean and Emily were tied at the base of two trees. Dean froze.

"No…no," Dean stated, his eyes wide as he looked at Bella who was unconscious, her arms spread just like the scarecrow. "Bella! Bella!" Dean snapped, struggling against the ropes. She was laid out on the ground, her head to the side, a dark bruise covering her eye. "Is she alright?" Emily called, looking around. "I don't know. Is he moving?" Emily struggled to look around, her lips trembling. "I don't know, I can't see," A dark shadow passed by her making her gasp. "Oh my god," Dean grunts as he tries to get out of his ropes.

"Dean?" Dean sighed in relief as Sam called, "Oh, I take it all back! I am so happy to see you. Hurry up, how'd you get here?" Sam went about untying him. "I uh- stole a car," Sam said, helping Dean to his feet. "My boy! Keep an eye on that scarecrow, let me get Bella," Dean hurried to untie Bella after feeling her pulse.

"Uh Dean? There's no scarecrow," Sam called, untying Emily. Dean looks over his shoulder, cursing as the post was empty. "There we go," Dean murmured as he lifted Bella into his arms. She shifted, groaning softly. "Hey.." Dean greeted, walking behind Sam and Emily. "Come on. I need you on your game," Bella's brows furrowed, her eyes fluttering open. "Dean?" She asked, her eyes looking up at the trees. "Can you run?" Dean asked, hearing a few twigs snap, briefly looking around.

At her nod, Dean set her on the ground, grabbing her hand, the two catching up to Emily and Sam. "So this sacred tree," Sam asked, shooting Dean a look, pulling Emily along behind him. "It's the source of its power," Dean replied, looking around for a clearing.

"So, let's torch it and burn it," Dean shook his head no. "No, in the morning. Let's just shag ass before Leather Face catches up," Bella gripped his hand as they came upon the clearing, some of the elders and other townspeople waiting for them. "I think that's going to be a problem," She spoke, shaking her head to knock off the headache she had going.

Dean pulls on her hand, going in another direction only to stop as they were surrounded. "Please, let us go," Emily pleaded. Harley frowned, "It'll be over quickly. I promise," Dean narrowed his eyes. "You people are sick, what did you need Bella for? You had us two. God getting greedy?" Dean asked.

"She has a lot of power. You don't even know what to do with a power that great," Stacy spoke. "You have to let him…" Emily screamed as the scarecrow suddenly pierced through her aunt and uncle hiding her face in Sam's jacket.

Bella jumped, turning away, squeezing Dean's hand. Dean guided her head to his shoulder, feeling deep down that these people deserved it. The scarecrow took a menacing step towards Bella and Dean. The townspeople were already gone, terrified out of their mind. "This one is mine you bastard," He said, the scarecrow staring him down, before dragging Emily's aunt and uncle deeper into the orchard. "Let's get the hell out of here," Dean muttered, the four of them eventually finding the car.

Emily sat on the ground breathing heavily. "Hey, once daylight hit, you need to show us that tree. It's old and has been here for a long time. Can you do that?" Dean asked, nodding in thanks as Emily nodded in return.

Dean finally turns his gaze to Bella, taking her face in his hand, turning her face to see her eye. "Sheriff got the jump on you too?" Bella nodded, wincing as he ran a thumb across her eye. "Can't just run off like that, you're lucky it didn't kill you,"

Dean wanted to yell, snap, and even shake her until she got it in her head that this life was dangerous, but he didn't. They locked eyes, and Dean couldn't be sure what he saw there, but he knew he was thankful. He just grunted as he pulled her into a hug, smoothing down her hair as she clung to him.

"Again, I'm sorry," Emily spoke, releasing Bella. Bella shook her head. "It isn't your fault. People do crazy things," Emily is the one to torch the tree, the four of them watching it burn. "The whole town will die," Dean stated, and Emily just nodded. "I know,"

After getting Emily on the bus, and out of town, the three start walking to the Impala, Bella watching them in curiosity.

"So, can I drop you off somewhere?" Dean asked, and Bella waited for Sam to respond, a small smile on her face. "No, I think you're stuck with me," Dean hummed, gesturing towards Bella. "Eh, I got Bella here. She's smart enough for the both of us," Bella laughed, shaking her head. "Anyway, what changed your mind?" Dean asked. Sam raised a brow, "I didn't. I still want to find Dad, and you're a pain in the ass, but Bella was right. We're not helping anything, and you, you were right. Mom and Jess, they're gone, and Dad is God knows where, and it's just you and me. We'll do this together," Bella smiled, shaking her head.

"Hold me, Sam. That was beautiful," Dean said, the two laughing as Sam swiped off his hand.

Bella cleared her throat, raising a brow. "What am I? Chopped liver? I may have only known you boys for 2 weeks, but I'm here too you know?" Sam chuckled and smiled, putting an arm around her shoulder. "Yeah, you put up with Dean's crap," Bella lightly punched his arm, looking to Dean.

He shot her a wink, going around the driver's side. He looked at her over the top of the Impala smirking. "Sure is good to have you sweetheart, but next time you run off, I'm shooting you in the leg," He got into the car, and Bella glanced at Sam who was shaking his head. "He's not serious, is he?" Sam shrugged, getting into the passenger seat. Bella hopped in, strapping herself in.

Dean pulled off, looking to Sam. "I had a plan you know," Sam raised a brow. "Right. I saved your asses," Dean looked to Bella for backup, but she just raised her hands. "I was knocked out, I don't know. I'm with Sam here." Dean just rolled his eyes, a smile on his face. For now, everything was right as could be. He and his brother worked it out, saved some lives, and their father is alive and well.

He glanced at Bella in the rearview, smiling to himself. He didn't know where she fits in it all, but he knew that in her heart she was one of them. Committed to ridding one less evil bastard in this world.

After a long night, Dean and Sam were currently at the local bar, figuring out where their father was. The conversation turned once again towards Bella as they tried figuring out this connection that their Dad seemed aware of. "I think her powers are expanding," Dean murmured, taking another shot. Sam raised a brow, waiting for an explanation. "Dude she's clumsy on her feet, but at the Orchard? She caught the gun without even looking," Sam chuckled a bit at his worry. "Adrenaline maybe?" Dean shook his head with a shrug. "Nah. I'm telling you... something's up. That's more than adrenaline,"

Bella's head thrashed back and forth, grunting quietly as she screwed her eyes shut, her hands gripping the sheets, a scream ripping from her throat as she tried to shake off the nightmare.

Yellow eyes seemed to float in the shadows staring at her heavily. "You have to do it Bella," He hissed, a smile forming. Bella shook her head, stepping back into nothingness. She looked around in the darkness, balling her hands into fists. "NO, I won't do it. You can't make me," She felt a hand run down her cheek, making her shudder, breath on her face.

"I won't make you. You'll do it willingly. You...will kill Sam Winchester. That is your destiny,"