Even as I stood there, staring at this annoyingly, handsome, beautiful man. I knew that something was heading towards my mother as we spoke.

I could feel the danger as if it was painted on my skin— practically taste it as if I was eating something bitter, or spoiled.

"If you had a chance to let your mother know you were alright, and find out if she was alright too, would you do it?" I asked, watching as pain surfaced, for a moment, then as if I had imagined it, his expression became blank.

"If my mother was alive, I would give anything to be with her." He replied, before pulling out a small black cellphone and giving it to me. "Make it quick." He added, in a displeased tone.

I nod stiffly before turning to dial the familiar number, only to receive a dial tone before the line went dead.

Pain suddenly swirled and radiated in my torso like I had been punched in the gut. I felt myself double over, as I lost grip of the phone, and everything went dark moments later — hearing Dean muttered an angry "Fuck!" before I felt his arms wind around me as he caught me.

~

Where was I?

This isn't Sioux Falls. This is — Jacksonville?!

How in the hell did I get over here without traveling?

Where is my mom? Phil? As I realized I was a few streets from where my mom currently lived I picked up my pace— practically sprinting to their door.

Something seemed off though.

As I reached the house— which happened to be near the beach— I realized what was off.

No car was parked in the driveway.

Not Phil's Range Rover or my mom's SUV.

It was odd.

Had they left for work? No, that couldn't be it. My mom had told me she was on break.

So, where was she? Where was Phil?A shiver ran up my spine as I turned to look through the glass on the front door.

I frowned as I slowly turned the doorknob— gasping in surprise as the door gave way and opened.

I trembled slightly as I walked carefully through the empty house.

It seemed to be empty, but something told me, I was wrong.

I had to keep looking. Things, however, seemed to take a drastic turn as I walked up the stairs, and into their room.

Lying there on the floor, with a large gap in her chest was my mother, and thrown haphazardly near the bed was her husband, Phil, with his head practically severed from his body. The blood that pooled from their wounds was enough to cover the floor of their bedroom.

My eyes flickered to the back wall, gasping at the message that was scribbled with their blood. 'You're Next, Angel.'

I felt myself begin to scream, but the feeling as if I was being thrown back made me gasp, and swallow the scream that seemed to be stuck in my throat.

Noo! What the hell happened?! Take me back! My mom! She needs me!!!

~~

"How the hell should I know? One moment, she was standing next to me, and the next she fell forward." I heard Dean snap in annoyance.

"You shouldn't have dragged her out of the room, Dean. Maybe you were too rough on her." Sam replied, calmly.

"No, it's something else. I can feel it." Bobby said, cautiously. "I need to call Renee. I have to check on her. Something isn't right." He said urgently, as I heard his retreating footsteps.

"You two really shouldn't be fighting now. Especially in front of her." Another voice suddenly said.

What? When had we gotten another guest?

How long was I out for — wait, none of that mattered, my mother! I needed to get to her.

With that thought, I felt my body shoot into a sitting position, and my lids peel back.

"Oh thank God! What the hell happened to you?! Are you alright?" Dean asked, rushing to my side.

"My mom. She's — she's gone." I gasped. As a solemn tear fell down my cheek. My body looked calm compared to how tangled I felt my mind was.

Who could have done this? What had my parents done to deserve such violent deaths?

The pair of arms that wound around me as I felt myself fall to pieces only seemed to tighten as the air in my lungs struggled to come in and out.

"Shhh… it'll be ok, Bella. We will find the person responsible. I promise."

"That's not right to say." The tall man in a beige trench coat said, frowning at Dean.

Why is it not? He was right. I would catch whoever did this.

"Cass, not now." Dean snapped, turning sharply to glare at the man.

I felt a gasp leave from my lips as my eyes fell on him. He was a man that appeared to be in his late thirties, seemed handsome in his own way, yet his appearance was average and seemed to be average in height too.

He was sporting a pair of dress shoes, a black suit, a buttoned white-striped dress shirt, and a loosened blue necktie that was accentuated by the large beige trench coat he wore.

Although he looked to have a very dire demeanor. I could feel him radiate a natural calm and serenity— which seemed to make having a conversation with him easy.

"You won't find them. I am just being honest. This Victoria, woman— the redhead— I understand, she is the reason both your parents are dead?" The man asked as I nodded my head. "Who is she, if you don't mind me asking?" He asked, looking at me, with curiosity.

I swallowed thickly, as I tried to answer him. His unflinching gaze felt unsettling. "I met her last year. She and her coven tried to hunt me down. The vampire— who I dated— managed to kill him before he hurt me, but he still managed to bite me." I explained, lifting my wrist to show him the mark James' teeth left on it. "She must be his mate, trying to avenge him by killing me and my family," I explained.

"I see…" he replied, calmly. "I will be back in a few minutes. Don't let her leave this house— it's too dangerous for her." The man command, disappearing before us.

After he disappeared I turned to Dean, who was still holding me, before asking him quietly. "Who was that man?" I quietly inquired, allowing him to keep his hold around me.

Somehow, instead of feeling uncomfortable at his touch.I felt calmer as he held me.

"That— that was Castiel," Dean explained, sitting back to look at my face.

He looked at my face for a moment, studying me, before he nodded to himself, letting me go and scooting back.

I could feel myself flush under his gaze. "He seemed — nice," I muttered dryly.

"Well, he is sort of— nice," Sam replied, in the same dry tone.

I stared at him, biting the inside of my cheek before nodding awkwardly at him.

"So, what now?" I asked, after a moment of awkward silence had passed.

"Now? We wait for Cass to get back." Sam said, confidently.

Dean scoffed before rolling his eyes at us, "I believe you are both wrong." he said, standing up, before extending his hand to me.

I raised a brow in question at him before placing my hand into his and allowing him to pull me to my feet.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked, confused.

"Come on, Sammy, get with the program." Dean groaned annoyed, before turning to look at me, and raising a brow to see if I understood.

My brows furrowed in confusion as I stared at him, but noticed how crabby he had gotten in the last five minutes.

Oh, he was hungry.

"You forgot to feed your brother, Sam," I commented, with an eye roll.

"I knew you were more than just a pretty face…" Dean teased, throwing his arm over my shoulder.

I scoffed, allowing him to lead me out of the room with Sam hot on our heels. "Oh please, what good is having a pretty face if it doesn't come with a sharp tongue and cunning brain? It'll be like a hot guy with a small penis— of no use." I snip, shrugging off his arm before rushing to loom for Bobby.

"Did she just —!" I heard Dean ask Sam.

"Insult and compliment you in the same sentence?" He asked, amused."Yes, she did."

"Hey, now, wait a minute there!" Dean called after me.

"What was that? I can't hear you!" I called over my shoulders, exiting the back door of the house to find Bobby looking down at his phone in pain.

"They're gone. I'm sorry, Be…" he murmured, as his eyes flickered over to me.

A small gasp exited my lips as I felt the strength in my legs dissipate. However, before my butt hit the ground, I felt a pair of muscular arms wrap around my waist and pull me in.

"H-how can you be sure?" I asked, thickly, leaning heavily into the person who was holding me.

Sending a silent prayer to a higher being as I shook my head, hoping he was wrong. He just had to be.

"I called the sheriff in Jacksonville, asked them to do a wellness check. They confirmed it a moment before you came out. I'm sorry, Bella. There's nothing we could do to save them." He explained.

I could feel the air in my lungs become constructed as I felt myself hyperventilate. I had been right. "No — it —can't—be—true…" I gasped, as I felt my strength leave me, and everything go dark.


I hope y'all enjoyed the chapter.

Until next time. Be safe, and make good choices.