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A/N - Sorry I've not posted in a few weeks but school sadly calls... I hope you enjoy chapter 11 of WW! Please favourite, follow and review.

Cas's P.O.V

I had been here too many times before. Watching my younger sisters fend on their own in the streets. Sam and Dean looked at me with disbelief across their faces. "Wait, so that little girl is Belle?" Dean asked, clearly confused.

"Yes. This is her second year on the streets. She's eleven. " I replied.

Sam's mouth fell open. " Eleven?!"

" Yes." I began to walk after Arabella, leading the Winchesters into a darker alleyway.

The sickly looking, stick thin man continued to chase Arabella around corners as she clutched onto the loaf of bread she had been able to swipe. She rounded corners her little legs pushing her further as her energy surged. Emmeline and Arabella had been living on the streets since Em was seven and Belle was turning eleven. At this particular moment that I had chosen to take Sam and Dean back to, Arabella and Emmeline had been fending for themselves for seven months. Their clothes were all ready tattered and covered in dirt. Emmeline's t-shirt that was once white was now grey and Arabella's pale blue trousers were turning darker with grime. The little girls who were once sheltered had now experienced some of the worst things in the world.

Dean suddenly began to run after the man, "HEY BUDDY, LEAVE HER ALONE! I'LL PAY FOR WHATEVER SHE TOOK!" He shouted. As he closed in on the man, he attempted to grab his shoulder. Dean stopped when his hand went straight through the man's shoulder. "What the hell?" he exclaimed.

"We're ghosts Dean." Sam called.

"I'm not dead!" Dean replied as he waited for us.

" Well done Sam. Dean, we cannot interact with the people here. This is Yorkshire, England, eleven years ago. We're not really here. It is a figment of the past" I explained.

"A figment of the past?" Dean seemed angry, "We can't just let him chase her. He'll catch up to her!"

"Dean we need to let the past play out how it has happened. How it was destined to be at that specific point in time." I tried to enforce in Dean's head that he couldn't help Arabella as she neared closer to Emmeline.

"Belle is leading the man straight towards Em!" Sam gasped.

Myself, Dean and Sam watched the events play out. Staring as Arabella disappeared just as the man grabbed her. The memory started to fade away at the edges eventually engulfing itself and making our heads swirl as we were brought back to the present.

Swiftly, we were brought back to the grubby motel room. Dean collapsed onto the bed.

" What happened? " He asked.

" What?" I said as Sam sat on his bed.

" To Belle and Em, what happened? " Dean continued.

"The same thing that always happened when Arabella was being chased. She slipped away." Sam inhaled sharply.

" Cas, what do you mean?" he asked

"Arabella may be fiery, but she's fast. Anytime she felt threatened by a chaser she would accelerate or... " I paused. "What?" The brothers chorused

"She'd fight."

Dean sat up, "An eleven year old?! Fighting?!"

"She's strong, Dean."

" But she was eleven!" Dean exclaimed clearly not believing me.

"She'd had months of experience of how to survive on the streets and she was motivated by making sure she was successful every time so that she could get back to Emmeline." I admired how Arabella fought for her sister. How she kept her safe. I think that's why I'm closest to both Emmeline and Arabella, because they seemed to have a fight inside them.

"Look dean, she's fine isn't she?" Sam pointed out

"She was eleven! Alone on the streets, looking after her seven year old sister!" dean shouted.

Sam flinched at his brother's fury.

"Dean. My sisters coped. If anything I am more proud of them for looking out for eachother on the street." I levelled with him.

And with that I sat down on a dining chair with brown leather covering the seat. Dean remained silent after his little outburst whilst Sam started to browse on his laptop. All you could hear was Dean's breathing getting deeper as he drifted off to sleep and Sam's fingers tapping away on the keyboard

"Hey guys. I've found some information on the vampire clan that attacked you, Emmeline and Belle." Sam looked at me as I approached him waiting for him to tell me more.

"What?" Dean grumbled as he got up off the bed.

Em's P.O.V

I paced the floor in the motel room, noticing more flaws with it as I did. The cracked window, the stained carpet, the broken table leg. Belle was lying face down on her bed, breathing quickly. I knew I had to talk to her. I had avoided it for as long as I could.

"Belle?" I asked.

"Yes Emmeline? " She said quietly.

"I'm sorry. I guess I just snapped back in the car." I looked down at the floor and felt my cheeks getting redder making my face feel like a flame. I knew that Belle would be disappointed in me, that she would have a sad look in her eyes, that she would finally realise that it wasn't her fault for out parents death, that it was mine.

"Oh no, it's fine. Are you still erm, you know?" Belle muttered.

She shifted to look at the wall and pulled her pillow so as she was hugging it.

"Am I what?" I asked, as if I didn't know what she meant.

"Leaving?" She said so quietly it was almost a whisper.

"I don't know. Can you bear for me to be around you?" Tears sprung into my eyes as I feared that Belle wanted me to leave.

"Of course I can bear to be around you you idiot!" Belle hugged me as she almost told me off. Why would she want me around her when I was horrid to her? I started to pick at my nails when Belle released me from her grip.

"That's if you can forgive me of course?" Belle looked at her boots, avoiding my eyes.

" Do you know what Arabella? I think I can!" I beamed as I hugged her again. She threw her arms around me and pulled me onto my bed, resulting in me dissolving into laughter.

" LET GO OF ME!" I shrieked in between laughs.

" NO!" She replied. Finally we stood up. "Right, I'm going for a shower. Get some rest or something," Belle shrugged as she left to go shower.

I saw a little, old-fashioned television in the corner of the room and switched it on. Sitting on my bed I crossed my legs and got comfy. After flicking through twenty channels I gave up trying to find anything good and reverted to reading my book. Currently I'm reading Harry Potter... Again. I know. Belle says it's a children's book but I like to imagine being eleven again and escaping from my life of living on the streets to go to Hogwarts and study magic.

I had just started to settle into the book when I heard belle singing in the shower. I couldn't recognise the song but her voice was something I hadn't heard for a long time. She sung every word with a certain amount of respect in her voice. It is like watching an artist with a blank canvas, painting his life infront of you. Her voice is golden. It had been so long since Belle had even sung anything. When we were younger Belle found an old guitar at a charity shop in Yorkshire and I learned myself to play. Myself and Belle would busk trying to earn extra money for food or clothes from cheap shops. Belle would sing and I would play the guitar and sometimes pipe in with backing vocals. It felt like me and Belle against the world as we fought a greater force.

Suddenly Belle changed song.

"When I was younger I saw my daddy cry, and curse at the wind," she started. This one I knew. Paramore, The Only Exception. One of the first songs I learnt to play on guitar. One of Belle's favourites.

"He broke his own heart, and I watched as he tried to reassemble it" I finished. I heard Belle laugh before she continued.

"And my momma swore that she would never let herself forget, and that was the day I promised I'd never sing of love if it does not exist."

I lifted my head as we both chorused " But darling, you are the only exception, you are the only exception."

I stopped singing and went back to reading my book. I was so engrossed in the world of witchcraft and wizardry that I didn't hear Belle open the bathroom door.

"Do you mind if I turn off the light? " Belle asked me.

"No it's fine. I've literally just finished this chapter." I laughed as I climbed under the covers of my white, clean, single bed and turned my bedside lamp on whilst Belle flipped the main light switch off. She climbed into her bed and looked over at me.

"Hey Em?" she asked.

"Yeah?"

"What are we doing tomorrow? " She asked, hoping I had a plan. " I mean, are we staying with Cas? I don't really wanna go back on the streets again but if we need to then it's fine." She finished.

"Well the Winchesters seem nice" I started.

"But we don't have any money to keep paying for motel rooms." Belle told me, worried.

"We can make money. I mean you are amazing at poker and pool and we could busk. Could we please stay with Cas? You know he's my favourite brother." I attempted to persuade her. When she looked lien she was going to say no I pulled the puppy dog look at her and felt her resistance crumble away.

" Oh I see how it is! I'm gonna have to show a load of hasbeens how to play pool in sweaty pubs surrounded by drunk bikers." She started, with a grin.

"Belle you told me you were more at home in pubs anyway," I interrupted.

"Let me finish! And I'm gonna have to teach a bunch of poshies how to play poker properly all so we can stay with Cas and the Winchesters? "

I smiled at her "Yes, yes you are."

" Fine!" She laughed.

"Goodnight Belle" I whispered.

"Goodnight Em. " She replied.

I closed my eyes and began to dream, excited of what the next day might hold.