A.N: Yeah, I know I'm really bad with writing long chapters, but I think that I stopped at a good place, and I updated pretty fast. So, even if I don't deserve it, I'm giving myself a pat on the pack. To everyone who reviewed, thank you!!! So much!! If I could I would have Dean and Sam both give you hugs, I would make but, I don't own them (damn it all!!). It says so in my disclaimer.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or Supernatural or the song Highway To Hell by Ac/Dc that is at the bottom.
I woke up to find myself lying in a very compromising position. I was straddling Dean while my head was resting in the crook of his neck. I sighed and looked over to the clock on top of the tv and groaned when I saw the red letters glaring at me, reading 1:00. I knew that there was no chance of getting back to sleep so I carefully got off of Dean and stumbled into the kitchen for my morning Rockstar. I popped it open and was about to chug about half of it down when I heard a bang and something that sounded like a muffled giggle.
Cautiously, I grabbed the spatula and slowly crept towards the sound. I carefully put my hand on the doorknob of Leah's room and swung it open, raising the spatula and letting out a pathetic battle cry. Though, instead of finding some type of serial killer trying to kill Leah, I found her room filled with foul smelling smoke and there was more giggling.
"What the fuck?" I sputtered out, coughing and waving my hand in front of my face, trying to get some uncontaminated air.
"Bel-la!" I heard Leah slur-squeal. I squinted my eyes and saw her sitting on her bed with a joint in her hand.
I gasped at the sight. Sure, Leah and I drank all the time, but we didn't do drugs. It just wasn't like us.
"Leah! Sam is going to kill you!" I yelled, and he would. Before Sam had turned into a werewolf and imprinted on Emily, he and Leah had been in love. And despite what Leah thinks, he did still love her, in a way.
"Why would he care? We just met him today?" she said, clearly not understanding who I meant.
"Not that Sam, smart one. Sam Uley. Leah why would you do this?" I asked, speaking in a softer tone.
"He wouldn't give a shit anyway. He has his precious Emily!" she all but snarled.
I walked through the smoke and sat down on her bed, "Leah, you know he can't control it. You have to get over him. Don't let him ruin your life."
"Like you got over Edward, yeah I'll work on that." she sneered and I recoiled. It was true, I never got over him and I never would, I accepted that. But I don't appreciate people throwing that in my face. Instead of decking Leah in the face or breaking down, both of which I wanted desperately to do, I walked out of the room into the bathroom.
I sat in the toilet seat and put my head in my hands in my head, trying to control my breathing. Suddenly, I hears tentative knock on the bathroom door, causing me to jump.
"Bells," Dean said, his voice muffled by the door.
"Come in," I said taking a deep breath to calm myself.
"Are you okay?" He asked when he walked into my room holding, God bless him, my Rockstar. He saw where my hungry gaze was planted and he handed it to me with a chuckle. "Those things will kill you." he said
"There's a lot of worse things that could happen to me." I replied., taking it and drinking it much like a dehydrated man would if he hadn't had water in about four months.
"I guess you're right." he mumbled as he sat cross-legged on the floor.
I couldn't help it, the impulse was just too hard to resist. I busted out laughing. But it wasn't a 'holy fuck that was funny', happy laugh, it was a hysterical 'I've finally gone off the deep end' laugh. But the laughter didn't laugh for long, because they soon turned into sobs. I was crying, hard. I was crying for Leah. I was crying for my fucked up life. I was crying for lots of things, but mostly I was crying for Edward, and how much I missed him.
Dean picked me up and placed me into his lap as he rubbed circles on my back, waiting for me to get over it. "It's so hard to stay here. There are so many reminders of them. I can't stand it." I managed to get out.
"Bella," was all he breathed out.
"Can I stay with you? Can you teach me to be a hunter? I promise, I'm tougher than I look. Please Dean! This could be my new beginning." I said, and the words felt right. I had given this a lot of thought when Dean, Sam, and I were walking home. I really wouldn't mine. I could travel with Dean and Sam, and everything would be okay.
"Bella, you don't wasn't to live with us. You would constantly be in danger, and you wouldn't have a permanent home." he said.
I snorted, "Dean, I'm pretty sure that it doesn't matter where I am. I always attract danger. And I don't care if I don't have a permanent home. I can't stand to live here, with so many reminders." I was practically begging by now, but I didn't care. I really wanted this. I could see his resolve breaking so I added in a whisper, "Please."
Dean sighed, "You can tag around with us for a month, then we'll see how it goes. But we can't stay around for very long. When do you want to leave?"
I smiled at him, and it wasn't one of my empty, forced, fake smiles,. It was a true, genuine, happy one. "Thank you. So much. You can't possibly imagined how much this means to me. But I don't want to stay here too long, just let me talk to Leah and some of the others."
"okay, I'll go wake Sammy, we have to meet with the police so we can see the bodies soon." he said as I took a quick drink of Rockstar and he stood up, taking me with him.
I slowly trudged to Leah's room and knocked. "What?" she snapped at me when I walked into the room.
"I'm leaving with Sam and Dean.' I said, "I just wanted to say I'm sorry, I shouldn't criticize you and Sam's relationship."
Leah just stared blankly at me. "You're leaving?" she asked in a small voice. I nodded my head. "No, Bells, we need you. I'm sorry I mentioned Edward. I crossed the line. Please don't leave." she begged, standing up and walking over to me.
"I'm sorry Leah, you know I am. But I just want to leave for a while. I'll be back, I promise." liar, I thought to myself.
She nodded, but I could tell she hated my decision as she hugged me. I gave her a weak smile as I walked into my room where Sam and Dean were talking. They seemed to be wrapped up in their conversation so I tuned in while I packed my bag. They were talking about how they were going to Oregon, pretty boring shit, so I tuned out and grabbed a black duffle.
"What the hell do I pack." I asked.
'Whatever you need, and more." Sam said. I saluted him and turned back to packing.
An hour or two later I had changed, everything packed and I had already said goodbye too the pack. They were sad, of coarse, but they understood that I needed some time to not be around any reminders of my past. Sam, Dean and I were walking back to the car and I sent out a silent goodbye to my old life. Because I knew, in my gut, that this was a life changing event.
Sam and Dean got in the front and talked a while while I sat in the backseat looking out the window. I was getting tired of their mindless chatter, so I reached over through the middle of the seat and turned on the radio.
Living easy, living free
Season ticket on a one-way ride
Asking nothing, leave me be
I sang along to the song that I rarely listened to, but still enjoyed.
Taking everything in my stride
Don't need reason, don't need rhyme
Ain't nothing I would rather do
Going down, party time
My friends are gonna be there too
Suddenly, I heard Dean's poor attempt at singing and had to supress the urge to laugh.
I'm on the highway to hell
No stop signs, speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me round
Hey Satan, paid my dues
Playing in a rocking band
Hey Momma, look at me
I'm on my way to the promised land
Finally, it was just to hard to resist, I busted out laughing.
"You got something you wanna say to me?" Dean said with a mock-glare.
"Yeah," I replied, "you suck" and with that we all started laughing.
I'm on the highway to hell
(Don't stop me)
And I'm going down, all the way down
I'm on the highway to hell