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" We're just gonna go clean up a little." Bella said then her and Charlie were walking to the rest rooms, her backpack on her back and Charlie in her arms. He didn't look awake enough to walk.

" You know, that's not a bad idea, my mouth feels disgusting. Why don't you grab us some coffee and get a picknick table by the playground, so Charlie can play a bit after breakfast." I grabed my toiletries from my duffel and took of toward the toilets before Dean could complain about the coffee run.

I quickly brushed my teeth, washed my face and ran a comb through my hair. And I was done, the whole thing didn't take me more than five minutes. I was trying to be fast so Dean won't have anything to complain about.

" That was fast." Dean commented when I joined him at the table. Mmmm coffee...

" So, what do you think?"

I took a sip of my coffee. " About what?" I asked, even though I had a pretty good idea what he was talking about.

" Bella! About what, psh. "

" I like her, I think she's nice, down to earth. She loves Charlie alot." I stated the obvious.

" Yeah, I like her too. She seems like the eternal mom, you know the kind of person that always takes care of everyone they can."

I knew what he meant, she came of the same to me. I nodded my understanding.

" Who brought coffee?" came the voice from behind me.

Dean raised his hand, his mouth full of hot liquid.

" Thank you so much!" Bella huged him with one arm the other holding Charlies hand. " I have an addiction. When I was pregnant with Charlie I thought I'll go crazy without the caffeine."

She took her first sip with her eyes closed. She was obviously enjoying it.

" We put the diaper back on in the bathroom, there was a small nursery in it, so there's nothing to worry about." She looked at Dean as she said that. You have to be pretty oblivious not to notice how much the Impala means to Dean.

Bella started to pull things out of her backpack, it seemed bottomless. One thing after another came out of there.

First came a childs plastic dish with some sort of flying bears on it with a small plastic spoon atached to the top of it. Then three more Tupperware containers, she gave one to Dean, one to me and kept one for herself. Next out of the backpack came a plastic bag of sliced bread and picknick forks. She really is an ethernal mom.

Dean streached over the table. » It's like watching that chick from Harry Potter. You know the one that had books and all kinds of shit in a tiny little bag.«

Bella cut him a look, probably because of the 'shit' word.

» Are they real?« I was wrong, the look wasn't for swearing.

» No, not like that. Witches come from demon deals, nasty buisnes. No wands and things like that, but they do come with alot of death.« Dean scrunched up his face. » I hate witches.«

» Hm.« That was all Bella had to say. » Eat up boys.«

I opened my tupperware and grabed a plastic fork.

» What is this?« I asked, I tried to eat healthy. Dean was already diging his fork in the food and put it in his mouth.

» This is so good.« he moaned

» Its breakfast casserole, I made it my self. It's just as good cold as it is hot. Your daddy likes to eat bread with it.« she looked so sad when she said the last part, the one about dad.

It was quickly wiped from her face and she went back to feeding Charlie, he was almost done with his food. There was something else in his food container, I didn't see well.

Wow, this is really good, I tried it with bread and it just got better and better. The best breakfast we had in a while.

Once again Dean proved he had no tact. » Just how old are you Bella, you look really young.« What the hell?

Doesn't he know you'r not supposed to ask a woman that. Please don't be mad at me. Blame the moron that doesn't think before he speaks, I'm begging here.

Bella lughed, she laughed. My jaw droped, she wasn't insulted.

» I'm thirty two, I'll be thirty three in September.« She told him.

Jaw meet floor. And I wasn't the only one. Dean looked like he just saw a rainbow colored flying monkey. I could have knocked him out with a feather.

" No way!" he finally found his voice, I immeditely wished he didn't. " But you look twenty five! I even told Sammy here you were too young for dad." Shut up, Dean. Shut up!

Bellas eyebrows were almost at her hair line.

" I probably shouldn't have said that." Ya' think?

Bella suprised us both, again. " Thanks, I guess." She smiled sheepishly. " But this thing with me and John. I don't know how that will work out."

" Is this because of the demon, 'couse we can protect you from it. We can even teach you how to protect your self and Charlie." Protective Dean came out to play.

" It's not because of the demon, not that it doesn't scare the shit out of me." Bella looked toward Charlie playing in the sand box. " It's about the lies. I just don't know how to go pass all the lies and the secrets. I feel betrayed." She nibbled on her bottom lip. " I guess we'll have to sit down and have a serious talk. Well, he'll sit and listen and I'll be yelling and pacing." She laughed.

The tension left the air as Dean laughed with her but I can't help but think did Jess feel like this, so betrayed in the last moments of her life?

Bella proved then to be observing. It seemed she saw I was in pain, she reached over the table and covered my hand with hers.

" Sam, I know we don't know each other very well, but you can talk to me."

I looked at Dean, he just shruged and left the table. I watched his back until he sat down next to Charlie on the edge of the sandbox.

" Sam, talk to me."

" I had a girlfriend at Stanford, we lived together. We were pretty serious I was going to... to ask her to marry me." No one knew that, until now. " One night Dean came, he was worried for dad he hasn't heard from him for a while. He came to ask me to join him on a hunt, the last one dad was on before he allegedly disappeared. Dean thought dad got hurt durring it or got in to some sort of trouble. We didn't find him, guess he was with you guys." Bella seemed guilty which is bull shit. I scrached my neck. " It's not your falt, you didn't know."

Tears were begining to blurr my sight. Bella stood from the bench opposite mine and came to sit next to me and took my hand. I was gratefull for the comfort, I never really grieved for Jessica I just got angry instead.

" I came back home to find Jess." This is so hard to say. " I foud Jess on the ceilling bleeding from her belly." I was sobing now. " Then she just...she burst in to flames."

" The worst is I knew it was gonna happen. I dreamt about it for days before."

" You couldn't have known Sam. You said it yourself, this was only your second vision. You thought it was just a dream, didn't you?" I nodded, I did think it was just a nightmare.

Bella passed me a napkin I blew my nose. My newlyfound step mother's gonna think I'm a cry baby. Shit is this embarrassing, but I needed to talk to someone about her and Dean is usually not the one to share feelings. As he says 'no chick flick moments'.

Yet somehow I knew Bella won't judge or think badly of me.

» I'll never forget her face when I saw her pined on that ceilling. She must have been so scared, she was all alone when it came for her. She didn't know about anything either, I was a coward, I never told her.« hickup » If I told her maybe she'd be prepared, maybe she'd still be alive.«

Bella grabed me in to a hug. » She forgave you. If she loved you, she forgave you. I can promise you that.«

» But you said…« she cut me off.

» I meant what I said Sam. I'm not that upset that he lied to me about his job, I could forgive him with little to no problem. I understand a person can't simply say ' hey you know mosters are real'. I get that part.« She took a deap breath and then slowly let it out. » But I don't know if I can forgive him that he kept you and Dean from Charlie and me. He knew I always wanted a big familiy.«

I understood her now. Even though I herd her say the same to Dean this was a more detailed version.

» You know I can't help but think he was somehow ashamed of us.« Bella continued.

I shook my head in denial. » I don't think so, I think he was just trying to protect you. He gets a little overprotective sometimes and Dean just blurts things out, most of the time he doesn't think before he speaks. I honestly think that is the reson for his secrets, he was just overprotective.«

» Maybe.« she allowed.

She kissed my hair lightly as she stood from the bench and started collecting our trash in a plastic bag.

» Hey Bella.« she looked at me. » Thank you. For letting me cry on your sholder.«

» Anytime, Sam. Anytime you need me, I'm here for you.« she smiled gently.