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In addition, don't worry… Edward will be back soon enough but it might not be for a few chapters.

BPOV

I woke up before both boys and sat there watching them sleep. I looked at my phone to see that it was 6am on December 16. Today was the anniversary of the day I met the Winchesters. It was also the anniversary of the day I killed my father. I stomach rolled as I remembered Charlie's screams as the venom passed through his veins.

I remember waking up in the hospital room with the three guys from the warehouse sitting around me. I told them everything from the time I came to forks to that moment. They sat and listened and finally they told what they did and me who they were. I begged them to let me stay with them and train. John finally agreed… much to the surprise of his sons.

They took me to Bobby's and the boys cleaned out one of the upstairs bedrooms. They even painted and set up the room perfect for me. John left not long afterwards but he let Sam and Dean stay with me. Bobby got me and Sam registered at the local high school as his niece and nephew. The days were spent in school and my afternoons were spent training. Gradually my muscles got stronger and more defined, my reflexes got faster. I became more graceful and less afraid.

I spent a lot of time with them over that year. Sam was with me all the time and Dean trained me. We would start as soon as I got out of school. When he wasn't on a hunt with John, he would pick Sam and me up after school. The entire drive home Sam and Dean would quiz me on the varieties of supernatural creatures and how they could be killed. Then we would spend the afternoon physically training.

I would usually spar with Sam while Dean watched my technique. When we took breaks, he would tell me about different hunts and the girls he spent his time with. He would never get graphic which something I extremely grateful is for. It went on like that everyday until August 10, when everything changed.

August 10th was the day Sam left for college. That was the day that he decided to tell his father that he had been accepted to Stanford University. When he had gotten the letter, he was beyond excited at the chance to have a normal life. I was happy for him but I knew that John would have a conniption.

John had just come back from a long hunt and he was in a particularly surly mood, it didn't take long before Sam and John were arguing like usual. John told Sam to go to his room, which he did but he came right back out with the acceptance letter in his hand. It only got worse after that and finally Sam packed up his stuff and walked out the door without saying another word to us.

Dean didn't speak to anyone for a week. It was the first time I had every seen him act even a little defiant towards John. Every time I tried to get close to him he would away except for when he was helping Bobby train me. Sam had been gone for two weeks when he finally called me to check in.

I went outside to tell Dean and found him tuning up the impala. When I told him that I'd heard from Sam, he just grunted. The more he ignored me, the angrier I got and finally I just started yelling at him. Saying anything, I could think of to get him to talk to me but he stayed quiet. When he finally turned around his beautiful green eyes were red like he had been crying.

I held him for a long time, which turned into a kiss, which turned into a one-night stand in the back of the Impala. Dean had been gentle and we both agreed that we would never tell anyone. He left for a hunt the next day and when he got back, it was like nothing had changed.

Soon I was going on my own solo hunts. Anytime I was on the west coast, I tried to sneak down to California to see my best friend. He introduced me to his new friends and we always had a lot of fun when I visited him. He wasn't surprised when I came to see him after I got rid of the ghost of a silent movie actor in Hollywood, but he did seem nervous. He took me out to dinner and introduced me to Jessica Moore, his first real girlfriend. She was cool and Sam was happy. They had moved in together by my next visit.

Then John disappeared and I met up with Dean in Palo Alto to convince Sam to come look for him with us. The hunt in Jericho went smoothly and when we dropped him off everything seemed fine. I took off for my next hunt when Dean called me and told me about Jessica. It took me fifteen minutes to get back to them but it was the longest fifteen minutes ever. We stayed and looked around for a few weeks but eventually we moved on.

Sam rolled over next to me, breaking my train of thought. He snuggled in close to me and I brushed the hair out of his face. His eyes flicked open and looked up at me "hey" I whispered. "Hey" he whispered back, at least that's what I think he said because at that exact moment Dean groaned started to stretch out. I rolled my eyes and got up to get ready for the day.

SPOV

It was a muggy day in Orlando as we got up and started to investigate. We left the hotel room and 12 hours later, we still hadn't found anything.

"Maybe it's some weirdo human," Bella said as we drove back to the room. Dean shook his head "I don't know, something just feels off about the whole thing".

Dean was the first one in the room and cranked up the air conditioning. "Oh come on Dean. I'm going to freeze to death," Bella said as she went into the bathroom. "I'm sure Sammy won't have any problem keeping you warm," he answered with a smirk. The pillow that I threw hit him in the face.

"I'm starving, what are we having for dinner?" she yelled from behind the still closed door. I looked over to Dean who shrugged and turned on the TV. "Pizza sound good?" I asked and they both agreed.

I had seen a pizza place down the road so I got into the impala and drove. It was ten o'clock at night and the city was buzzing. I waited in line for a while before I finally got our food.

I was walking back to the car when the light in the parking lot flickered. If it were anyone else they would chalk it up as a faulty light bulb, but I knew better. I spun around just in time to see what looked like a man covered in tattoos. His hand and his eyes glowed blue as he grabbed my face.

My world went black as our pizzas hit the ground.

Author's Note - Thought you would all like to know that the conversation between Dean and Sam about certain bloodthirsty cartoon characters was a real exchange between my sister and me. We come from a long line of smartasses; we could not help it if we tried.