Hey, I've had an awful few days so to snap out of my moping about I wrote a new chapter. Hope you guys like it. Let me know. =]

Unfortunately I don't anything Supernatural related.

Chapter 2

The following day Dean was well, to put it politely, grumpy. He'd been awake for over 24 hours and we were all suffering for it. Jeremy Frost still hadn't turned up and quite frankly I was sick of listening to Dean bitch on about it. Thankfully, I had my own room to escape to. We searched from Dawn till well into the early hours of the morning for either Jeremy or a way to stop someone using African Dream Root from entering Dean's mind, or any of ours should it have the chance to gather any of our DNA. Let's just say we had yet to find anything. I knew we couldn't give up but I was getting sick off all the reading or pointless driving about. We'd exhausted every possible contact of Jeremy's it was as if he had just dropped off the face of the earth. If only he had.

"When I lay my hands on that son of a bitch I swear it won't be pretty," with each passing minute Dean became increasingly fed up something which the rest of us had to suffer. Needing a break I dragged Sam out for a much needed coffee leaving Dean with Bella and a fresh cup of coffee instructing him not to fall asleep with the promise we would bring him back something to eat and a strong cup of take out coffee. Needless to say he wasn't happy about it.

"I give it ten minutes before he kills Bella," Sam said as soon as we shut the door behind us.

"She doesn't seem as bad as you make her out to be," I tried to defend her so far I hadn't had any reason to dislike her, unlike the Winchesters'.

"Believe me, she is," Sam said with open dislike whilst pressing the button for the elevator.

Stepping inside I said to Sam, "Dean can't stay awake forever, what happens if we can't find this Jeremy kid?" I had to ask it, up until know it had gone unsaid but it needed to be considered. Something I'd discovered about the Winchesters' was they very rarely had back-up plans, then again whatever they were planning usually worked granted it would have a few problems but not everyone or rather everything is perfect.

"I guess we cross that bridge when we get to it," Sam replied. We walked out onto the street, hand in hand and headed for a coffee shop. Spending time alone with Sam was something I hadn't done for a few days. When we were on a case there was very little time to just enjoy each others company add to that very little down time between cases that weren't spent in the Impala. It certainly made things difficult.

Inside the coffee shop I went to find a table whilst Sam ordered coffee. Now that we'd finally met up with Bobby I'd be able to get a car and go back to hunting on my own again but after working with Sam and Dean I was beginning to have second thoughts about hunting on my own but at the same time I didn't want to impose anymore on the boys than I already had. I wouldn't mind hunting alone again if it wasn't for Sam, however, it was depressing to think about so I shoved that ever looming moment to the far corners of my mind with a 'cross that bridge when we get to it' attitude.

Sam bought over our coffees and a plate with two muffins, "oh my god, you bought muffins!" God I loved muffins.

"I bought muffins," he grinned offering me first choice. Naturally I chose the one that looked like it had the most chocolate chips. Who wouldn't?

I didn't waste any time on my muffin it was gone before Sam even had chance to take a bite from his, what can I say I was hungry? "This makes a nice change from all the diners," I said as I gazed around at the trendy coffee shop, for once I felt almost normal instead of constantly on the lookout with some form of weapon in my bag. Now I just had the weapon in my bag.

Sam laughed having spent years on the road with his brother he knew exactly what Dean would think of it. We chatted as we drank our coffee at a painstakingly slow pace until all we were left with were the cold dregs. Neither one of us wanted to return to everyday life or Dean's grouchiness but alas it had to be done.

After the coffee shop we called in to pick up a burger for Dean from your common household variety diner. Errrgh, Id been hoping to avoid one for at least a day. We waited for Dean's order for some time. My good friend patience left me once again, I leant against the wall of the diner with my foot resting on the wall, "aren't Dean's arteries clogged enough already?"

Sam laughed whilst yawing at the same time, "he doesn't think it matters" as we both realised what the real reason was the mood dropped to one of sadness. Of course didn't think it mattered, he wasn't going to be around to find out.

I pushed myself off the wall and stepped towards Sam, "We'll find something, we have to," I mumbled into Sam's chest as I wrapped my arms around him.

He rested his hand on the small of my back, "I really hope so."

"What about Bella? She must know something," Sam pulled a face; I took that as a no.

"She wouldn't help us, unless there was something in it for her," Sam replied acrimoniously.

I looked up to Sam optimistically, "you never know, people change."

Sam scoffed, "Not Bella." I don't know why I bothered by now I should have known that Sam and Dean can't be influenced.

Once Dean's order was ready we returned to the motel, ready to immerse ourselves back into the case with tired yet fresh minds. "About time," Dean said as soon we knocked on the door. We stepped into the room to find that Bella had gone.

"No Bella?" I asked tentatively.

"She left," Dean replied somewhat harshly, at least he hadn't killed her.

"Dean," Sam prompted.

"Fine, I told her leave," Dean confessed. Sam looked exasperated, "she was being a bitch," Dean clarified. Sam didn't argue. I kept quiet; if she really was this bad then I would find out at some point.

The following day arrived and I was beyond tired. I'd stayed up all night trawling through a variety of websites but to no avail. At one point I fell asleep at the table, only waking up once my head slipped off of the hand it had been resting on and thudding onto the table. With no more energy left, I moved over to Sam's bed to sit on something more comfortable in the hope that I could manage an hour's further work before I completely burnt out. Sadly, that failed and I fell asleep sprawled out on the bed amongst a pile of papers and my laptop.

I awoke to the sound of whispering, "Dean let her sleep," although it didn't sound like whispering to me.

"I can't sleep," Dean replied, "so why should everyone else."

Determined to ignore him, I shut my eyes tighter and tried to count sheep to try and get back to sleep. If I showed no signs of being awake then maybe they, or rather Dean, would let me lie here a while longer. That wasn't going to be the case, a loud blaring of noise from quite near by put an end to that. I opened my eyes to see Dean smirk from the side of the bed, his hand on the radio. Oh if the stoner boy didn't kill him I sure as hell would. Ever so slightly pissed at him I stood up shoving him out of the way, "Dean Winchester you complete and utter ass. Just for that I'm going back to my room to sleep." Feeling very impressed with the annoyed look now on his face I headed for the door, "I'll be back in a bit," I said more to Sam who nodded his head in understanding. Once at the door I turned to Dean and stuck my tongue out and closed the door.

As the door closed I could hear Sam say, "I told you to let her sleep." I then felt guilty, here I was going off to sleep leaving Sam with his brother, both of them having had no sleep, I'd apologise later. For now though I was going to sleep.

I didn't sleep for long just long enough to charge my drained batteries. By ten am I was back in the Winchester's room tucking into a mega tasty bowl of dry cereal. I can only compare it to chewing cardboard, not that I do that on a regular basis or that I even know what that's like in the first place. But I digress; tension in the Winchester's motel room was at an all time high as Sam opened the door for me. Dean had evidently said something to Bobby, "watch your tongue boy," Bobby said. For the briefest of seconds I considered running right out that door but I was there to help and help is what I was going to do.

"Dean," I asked slightly apprehensive, in case he bit my head off, "why don't you three go out for breakfast, I can hold the fort for a while."

Dean took very little persuading, as for the others neither Bobby or Sam wanted to go with him. I couldn't blame them, poor Dean it wasn't completely his fault he couldn't sleep. Sam was the last to leave and shot me one last pleading look to save him but I shook my head. It would do him some good after being cooped up inside behind a laptop all night.

With the click of the door I glanced at the now empty room. There was no other word for it except shit hole. Rubbish and empty cans littered nearly every surface and the bin was over flowing with scrunched up paper. I cleaned as best I could and sorted the various bits of paper into neat piles. Already the room looked much better.

Barely half an hour passed when there was knocking on the door. I opened it to find Bobby but no Winchester's. "They got a lead and are tracking Jeremy out of town," he explained after seeing my puzzled look. That explained it. Hopefully they'd catch up to him. "You cleaned," he stated.

"I cleaned," I confirmed quite pleased with my efforts, "and I put together a timetable of Jeremy's movements that we know of." I'd been working on it for a while but only just finished putting it together.

"Impressive. I can see why you and Sam are together," I blushed.

"It's not much use now though, especially if they have a lead," I couldn't help but feel I'd wasted some time. I folded the paper in half and put it onto a stack of paper on the table.

I called Sam mid afternoon to see how they were getting on but they'd yet to have any luck as I heard Dean grumble whilst Sam was trying to talk to me. Telling him to take care and to not let Dean drive I hung up knowing that Dean wouldn't let Sam drive but it didn't hurt to try right?

By nightfall the Winchester's hadn't returned. I'd spent the day trawling through information with Bobby until Bella turned up sometime later. Apparently she already knew that Sam and Dean had gone chasing after Jeremy. "Bella," Bobby nodded as I let her in. I guess he didn't loathe her as much Sam or Dean, I guessed that was because she saved his life in Flagstaff. It wasn't the sort of thing you could hate a person for.

"What are you doing helping us?" Bobby asked. I looked up from my laptop, curious. Why would Bobby ask such a thing if she saved his life? Something wasn't adding up.

Bella smiled, "Bobby, surprised you don't remember, Flagstaff?"

Bobby frowned, deep in thought, "yeah, Flagstaff," he muttered with uncertainty. I was suspicious to say the least, taking heed of Sam and Dean's dislike for her I made a mental note to keep a watch on her, just in case she tried anything. I turned back to my laptop, every now and then glancing at Bella.

Over the course of the afternoon and evening we kept in contact with Sam and Dean. This time Bobby was on the phone to Dean who was getting beyond desperate now. I just hope he and Sam for that matter didn't do something drastic. From what I gathered, Dean had snapped at Bobby on the phone, "that boy is going to get himself killed," Bobby said as he hung up. I didn't argue.

We'd reached a dead-end and were now trying to find out if we'd missed something but we'd been over all the information we had countless times. With nothing else left to do and our stomachs grumbling we headed out to get something to eat. Being polite I asked Bella to join us but she turned us down, none too politely either. Oh well at least I tried to be nice and not make it seem like weren't all bad but as I spent more time in the company of Bella I was beginning to see Sam and Dean's dislike for her. I guess she couldn't keep up her nice act for long before cracks started to show, it bugged me like hell.

After some really not that tasty food packed with grease I called Sam as we walked back to the motel to meet them. Bobby had been telling me about a car he had that I could use. I'd long since forgotten my beat up red truck. Travelling in the Impala was much nicer, even when Sam and Dean were niggling on at each other.

An hour or two later and Sam and Dean returned, each looking exhausted. They explained what happened between them. Sam gave out more details than Dean who was clearly hiding something but who could blame him? It was his dream; I'd hate to have some one prod about in my mind for an evening. I didn't tell Sam about some of my dreams some of them were just a little too private.

Once they finished explaining, Dean asked, "You guys seen Bella?" He paced about the room as we said we hadn't seen her since we left for dinner when she left us to it, going the opposite way down the hall.

I wandered over to the window and pulled back the curtain but couldn't see her flash car outside, maybe she went out to eat after all? I turned back around as Sam spoke, "she must have took off or something," perfectly reasonable especially after hearing their description and complaints about her.

"Just like that? That's a little weird," Dean stopped his pacing.

Bobby frowned, "you ask me, what's a little weird is why she helped us in the first place?" I thought he recalled saving her life.

Dean picked up on this, "thought you saved her life."

"What the hell?" Bobby asked, clearly not knowing what Dean was on about.

"That thing in Flagstaff," he clarified.

Bobby frowned even more, if that was possible, "That thing in Flagstaff was an amulet. I gave her a good deal is all." Something was adding up, my suspicions from earlier had been correct. I just didn't know what she'd done or why she'd lie to us all unless she wanted something.

Confusion swept across the room, "You boys better check your pockets," Bobby addressed Sam and Dean. I couldn't help but stifle a laugh as Dean checked his pockets.

"Not literally," Bobby said giving Dean a look that screamed 'you idiot'.

The confusion was replaced with panic, "no, no, no," Dean headed straight for the safe.

The only things in the safe were the Dream root and, "The Colt," Sam stated, "Bella stole the Colt." Okay I was now with the Winchester's, what a bitch. She must have taken the colt when Bobby and I went out to get something to eat. How could we be so stupid? It was no use kicking myself about it though. What was done was done.

Dean didn't waste any time, "Pack your crap." I was about to ask where we were going which was a risk itself considering Dean's lack of sleep and murderous intent towards Bella, when Sam beat me to it. "We're going to hunt the bitch," none of us argued there. We all understood the importance of the Colt. It was Dean's only realistic chance to destroy Lillith. Sam had told me the entire back story behind the Colt one late night when I first started travelling with them. It was a horrific yet interesting tale. I'd only ever read in books about a supposed gun to kill a demon, to hold it was beyond this world.

I went to my room to pack after saying goodbye to Bobby who we promised to call in on once we caught up with Bella. Knowing that Dean would probably drive off and leave me if I took too long, despite Sam's protests I tried to make my packing quick.

Sam and Dean were already sat in the car waiting for me, flinging my bag in the car I got in, trying to avoid slamming the door. As soon I shut the door and turned my attention the boys I instantly got the feeling that I'd interrupted something. Something that was obviously private but something that Sam would no doubt tell me later. It was like an unspoken piece of common knowledge between the three of us. What Sam and Dean talked about concerning Dean's deal Sam would tell me when we were alone. When Sam did that I felt that I had more of a use to them or rather Sam. I was a sympathetic ear and he was the same to me. Dean knew Sam would tell me but we never acknowledged that I knew what Dean was really feeling. It worked for us whilst we were on the road. I don't think Dean liked the idea that Sam was talking about him but he'd learnt to accept it.

Later on, when we stopped at a motel for the night I cornered Sam in my room or rather our room for the night. "Is Dean okay?" I asked, thinking of how desperate Sam was to get him out of his deal.

"He's been putting on an act, trying to pretend that everything's okay but since he woke up from the dream he's been," he paused for a second, "different. He doesn't want to go hell"

"Sam," I rested my hand on his cheek knowing how much pressure Sam had put upon himself to save Dean. At this rate it would kill him too.

"Alice, I can't lose him," Sam confessed once again.

He pulled me closer to him and I pushed his hair back from his face, "I know Sam. I know." I lightly pressed my lips to his trying to rid him of the sad burden if only for a short while. "There is a way, we just haven't found it yet," I knew they were just words but it was the meaning of the words neither Sam nor Dean could give up. If that was to happen what else would they have?

Sam seemed to appreciate what I said and pressed his lips tightly to mine, savouring the moment. If we were to help Dean there was no guarantee how many more moments we would have like this.