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We'll hear from John for a bit today. Just a little insight.

DPoV:

I tried to be suportive of Sam since Jess died I even tried to make him talk to me after the Bloody Mary incident, it didn't work. Either Sammy felt I woldn't understad him or whatever, point is he never talked to me. He never grieved, he got angry and as time would have passed he would turn bitter. He would turn in to dad or how dad was, I assume he changed after Bella.

I didn't begrudge him for talking to Bella, she just seemed like the person that would gladly listen to someones problems or lend a sholder to cry on. If I had a something weighting on me I would go to her too, she just had this mothering aura surrounding her.

» That's a nice pile of sand you have there Charlie.«

» A catle.« Okey then. I guess it's a castle. I think. I've never been one to be around children, especially ones so small, so I'm just guessing what he's saying.

» A castle, huh? That's a pretty big castle. Who lives in it?« I had no idea if he even understood me, I just needed something to distract me from thinking about Sam. I wish so much he could go past this.

» A big stwong man. He a nigwt.« Aaaa? The first part I understood perfectly, but the second one didn't even soud english.

» A nigwt?« I tried to mimick his words.

» Yes.« he nodded. » He have a big swowd.« a swowd? What in the hell? What could a swowd be?

» Oh, a sword!« Epifany! » A knight lives in the castle!« Jesus, I worked up a sweat translating.

He's a warrior, this kid.

» Yes. A nigwt.« The frown on his face told me what he thought of me. The kid thought I was an idiot. Can't blame him, he's probably right.

» He name daddy. He stwong and big.« The knights name is daddy, I thought the same of dad when I was a kid. When I foud out what dad does when he was out of the motel room I thought he was a super hero.

I nodded to Charlie, he wasnt that far from the truth. » You're right Charlie. Dad is a knight.« I smiled.

He giggled and went back to build his pile of sand or as he caled it his castle. I helped him shape it a little. I'm no artist but I can built sand castles like a pro.

Soon we had the best castle around. Which honestly wasn't that hard as it was the only one.

» This is awesome. We build a beautifull castle buddy, didn't we?«

» That sure is a mighty fortress you two build.« Bella said behind me. » And just look how dirty you are.« She took Charlies hand and led him out of the sand box, she started to pat him down then looked towards me. » Sam just went to wash his face.«

I wondered where he was. » Thank you.« I said to her.

She just smiled and nodded. » You should probably get cleaned up too, wouldn't want to dirty your car would you?« An amused look on her face.

I looked down at my self. Shit, she was right. I resembled a sand monster. I started to wipe the sand of my pants.

Charlie stared straight in me as he said. »Duce!«

Did the kid just call me a douche?

I must have said that out loud or it was writen all over my face, because Bella bursted out laughing.

» He didn't call you a douche!« So I did say it out loud. » He wants juice!« she snorted. » Do you mind getting it for him? It's in the side pocket.« She pointed her finger toward the magical backpack still laughing her head off.

» Sure. I'm glad I amuse you!« I shouted over my sholder.

» Why is Bella laughing so hard she can barely breathe?« Sammy asked when he came back to the table where our stuff sat, or rather Bellas stuff.

» Charlie called me a douche.«

Sam blinked owlishly.

» He did not call you a douche!« Bella spoiled my fun. » What's taking so long with the juice?«

I couldn't find the damn thing, that's what. Bella pointed to the side of the pack. There was a pocket there, directly made for a bottle or in this case a sippy cup.

» With your line of work a person would think you would be more observing.« She raised an eyebrow.

I haven't blushed since I was thirteen.

» I'm just tired.« I tried to save my self.

» Sure.«

» Eh, shut up Sam, you woldn't find it either. It was a hidden pocket, from burglars and stuff.« That could be true for all I knew. » Lets go.«

I walked back to the car we lost more than an hour for breakfast and there is still lunch to have. Charlie's gonna need a break in a few hours.

All I remember was unlocking the car, giving the keyes to Sammy then siting down in the passengers seat.

I fell asleep before the others were seated.

JPoV:

» Dad, hey it's Dean. Um, Sam and I we're in Oklahoma we, uh... Look dad we saved Bella and Charlie. Sam thinks it was a demon. Just so you know they're safe, we're taking them to Bobbys.«

My blood turned to ice. I sat clutching the phone in my hand, my whole body shaking. Shaking in anger and fear.

I was so relieved the boys got to them in time, but curious as hell. How had they known? I made pretty damn sure they were hidden. I never told anybody about them for fear of losing them, losing her like I lost Mary.

Bella, my beautifull Belle. My personal angel, she saved me from my self. I found her when I was on the verge of giving up, on everything.

Sammy was gone, he went to college. I was proud off him but it terrified me that he was so far away from me. He was all alone and I couldn't protect him anymore.

Dean didn't need me either, he was a grown man, After the fight I had with Sam Dean looked at me differently. He blamed me that Sam never called or answered the phone even, I blamed me too. So, he took off. From then on Dean hunted on his own.

So there I was, twenty years after Mary died and I had nothing. I had no home, no children and no satisfaction of revenge – that bastard always seemed to get away in the last minute.

That was when I walked in to her Caffe to have breakfast one morning. She was a ray of light shining trough my life of darknes.

If I didn't know better I would say someone or something divine led me to her.

I fell hard and fast. I loved her almost instantly, when I looked in to her deep brown eyes it was like my world shifted. I wanted her, I needed her.

My love for her was so much different from the love I had for Mary. I didn't love Bella more than I loved Mary, just differently. I was older now, more mature.

Yet, I lied to her. I loved her, she was the love of my life. But was she strong enough to handle the horror that was my 'job'? Would she stay if she knew what I did when I wasn't home with her? I couldn't risk it.

And I never told her about my boys. I felt like I would be betraying Mary if I let another woman to fill her shoes. It was stupid I know that now.

The day I married my Belle I felt Mary with me. She would have loved Bella, it was me she wouldn't be happy about.

Then came the day I was happy I never told anyone about Bella. I found out what Mary did. About the deal she made with the demon for my life. And I now knew about the connection Sam had with that same demon.

Just how far did the connection go? Did the demon know everything Sam knew? Will it make Sam evil? What does he want with Sam and children like him? Will the day come when I'll be forced to kill my own son?

And so I lead a double life, hiding Bella from Dean and Bobby who would beyond doubt tell Sam. And hiding my boys and Bobby from Bella who would definitely want to meet them.

I got caught up in a web of lies and secrets and now it came to bite me in the ass.

How will Bella ever be able to forgive? Will she even want to try? Will she listen to my resons? Will the boys stay with me, with us?

I hope so. I started to pick up my things acros the motel room I rented in Birmingham, Alabama. Dean said they're heading to Bobbys, I can get there in fifteen hours. They were probablly over at Bobbys right now, as the call was made yesterday morning.

I have to try to repent. I will fight for my wife. I will beg for forgiveness. I will grovel if I have to.

And maybe, just maybe my familiy will be complete now, with my Belle and all my boys beside me.