So a lot of stuff has been going on since I last updated. Finals, auditions, shows, things like that… so maybe now I can actually start writing this story and Hide and Seek again… and finish them… So I am realllyyy sorry for the delay, and I hope it never happens again!!

Chapter 6: Restless Night

(Dean's POV)

Bella had gone to take a shower, so I took this time to yell at Sam.

"Dude, you could have taken the air mattress in there with her! Why me?" I asked. He just laughed.

"Since when did you have a problem sleeping in the same room as a beautiful girl Dean?" Sam asked, obviously amused.

"I don't but she's just… I mean… last time you were in there and so now… it's just…" To be quite honest I couldn't figure out a good reason that I wouldn't like it other then the fact that Bella made me strangely uncomfortable. Not really in a bad way… just an unusual way.

It wasn't like I had never been shot down using some of the lines I used on girls, in fact it happened a lot… not as much as they worked, but still, it happened. And they were always in my head. I could always turn on some kind of charm. But around her, it didn't work. Nothing came to mind… other then the fact that she was beautiful.

"See, you can't even think of a good reason." Sam stated.

"Still, why me?" I asked. He just rolled his eyes.

"Because I don't like her like you do." What the hell was that about?

"Like her? Sam, I barely know her. We helped her out once, she has one of those crazy gifts like you do, she is pretty, and now she lives in Florida. And that's just about all I know… how can I like her you idiot!" I retorted. Once again, he just laughed.

"I don't get tongue tied when I see her, and I don't blush either." Ok he was about to get punched.

"Dude I never blushed. I don't do that." I was serious now. But he was still laughing at me.

"And she doesn't look at me like she looks at you either." Now that caught my attention.

"What?" I asked.

"There is something different in her eyes. I doubt you noticed it because you are to busy trying to actually comprehend a thought around her. And I don't even know if she notices it yet, but there is. So, I'm just trying to do you a favor." Sam said. I just sighed.

"Ok, but if things are weird, I'm kicking your ass in the morning." I gave in.

"Deal." He said, still laughing.

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(Bella's POV)

Dean was going to be sleeping in my room. Alone, with me… oh okay he was going to be on the floor… and it wasn't like we hadn't slept in the same room together before. But before, Sam was in there. And at that time we hadn't had time to notice the awkward tension that was obviously there.

He was one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen. Everything about him was almost enticing. And it took every ounce of me not to completely give into everything that I wanted to do so badly.

The major thing that stopped me was how he acted towards me. I knew it wasn't how he acted around other girls. I had seen him flirt, and he was damn good at it. Back at school when they were helping me, he would talk to some of the girls on campus… he was a cocky son of a bitch around them. But with me? He just stood there, and always tried to look somewhere else…

It bothered me. And I wanted to know what his problem was.

Because even though he acted like that, whenever something bad was going on, he was the first to try and protect me.

I didn't understand Dean Winchester. And pondering this thought made my normal fifteen minute shower turn into almost an hour before I realized I was wasting water.

I got out, put on a pair of shorts and an old t-shirt from my high school, and towel dried my hair to some extent. Then I blew up the mattress and went into the living room where the boys were sitting on the couch, both with sandwiches and beers watching TV.

"Ok, the air mattress is ready whenever you want to go to sleep, I'm really tired, so I'm going to go to bed. I'll leave the door open… night…" I said.

"Wait, Bella, come sit down with us for a while." Sam said.

"I would love to, but it is two in the morning, and I was up at six. So I will see you two in the morning." I said, they both said goodnight and then I went in my room, leaving the door open as promised.

I heard Dean come in about thirty minutes later, I pretended I was asleep. And eventually, that much became true.

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The fog was thicker this time. And the night was darker as well.

I was in the cemetery again. I didn't know why… but there was a gun in my hand…

I had been here before, but I didn't remember when or why, it was so familiar and so distant at the same time.

'Be careful Bella… you don't have any help this time… You left them And they could have helped you.' The voice said.

I closed my eyes. Who were they talking about? Who did I leave?

Then I heard another voice. One that wasn't kind, or familiar.

"Bella… come to us… we want to help you Bella…"

"Hello?" I asked quietly.

"Come to us… you were meant to. You were meant to be so much more then this…" It said

I was scared. Then I saw something move. I shot the gun, but nothing.

"Who are you?" I asked, panic in my voice.

"We are you… or what you will be…" Then I felt it, a hand on my shoulder. I turned. And there it was… all I could do was scream

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I woke up and everything around me. No fog, no cemetery, no scary spirits or strange voices. Just my room, and Dean's breathing making the eerie silence almost bearable.

I was sweating and could barely breath.

Nightmares like this were almost normal now. But they were always scary, and different every time. But ended in the same way…. With me seeing floating spirit skeleton things, and them trying to take me with them.

I got up and went to the bathroom to splash water on my face. I didn't mean to wake Dean up, but I did.

"Bella?" He asked groggily.

"Shh… just go back to sleep." I whispered.

"Are you ok?" He replied.

I wanted to tell him. But I would save it for later.

"Yeah, I'm fine… just go to sleep." I told him.

"If you need me I'm right down here…" He said as he fell back asleep. I laughed a little and crawled back in bed. But I didn't sleep. Not that night.

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(Sam's POV)

I woke up the next morning and was walking to the bathroom when I noticed Bella wasn't in her room. I got curious and walked in, he bathroom door was open to.

"Bella?" I yelled. But no answer.

"Dude what are you doing?" Dean asked.

"Where is Bella?" I asked. He looked up and around.

"Is she not out there?" He replied.

"No, she isn't. This could be bad Dean…. She said she was feeling like someone was watching her…" I started to panic a little.

"I was in here with her all night… no one came in or anything, I would've heard." He said, but he was obviously troubled to.

We argued a little and tried to figure something out, within ten minutes we were at each others throats in panic.

"If she is taken what the hell are we supposed to do?" Dean asked. "We have no leads on anything… she is just… gone!" He yelled, his face was twisted in fury.

"Don't look at me like that, it wasn't me who was in the same room with her!" I yelled back.

Then the door opened. We looked at each other and practically ran in there.

It was Bella, with bags of food and coffee in her hands. Not to mention dark circles under her eyes.

"Ok thank God." I said and I went over to her and grabbed her.

"Oh… nice to see you to Sam…" She said, patting my back. I pulled back and looked at her, and then noticed it wasn't just her eyes that looked tired, it was her whole body.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah I just didn't get much sleep last night. Hence the early morning breakfast and coffee run. I didn't know what you all wanted so I just got a bunch of random stuff." She said.

That's when I noticed Dean was completely silent again.

"Dean?" I asked. But he was just staring at her.

"What happened last night?" He asked. And I was confused. But she knew something.

"What are you talking about?" She asked, automatically turning her gaze down to the food and taking things out of the bags.

"You got up and then when you came back you didn't go back to sleep. I heard you tossing around all night." He told her.

"Well if you noticed that how could you have not noticed me leaving?" She countered him. This girl would make a good lawyer.

"I fell asleep eventually. What was wrong?" He asked. And not in the 'nice, concerned' friend way, but in the 'tell me now' way. She just sighed.

"Right now isn't the best time… plus it isn't anything big. Just a nightmare." She told us.

But we both knew something that apparently she didn't.

Sometimes nightmares could mean a lot more then someone thought.