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Chapter Five


Everything was cold.

That was her first coherent thought that crashed into her muddled mind.

Slowly Bella blinked her eyes open. There was no harsh morning light to make her cringe, only darkness that seemed to stretch out, grasp and consume everything around her, and the steady beat of rain that seemed like sheets of ice barring down on her. The ground was icy, a chill that stung the cheek that was pressed to it.

Where was she?

How did she get here?

What was this place? This suffocating, black void?

She couldn't stop her panicking mind and heart from racing as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. For a small second she thought she was back in the forest where Edward had left her, but this darkness was so different. So… cold. Slowly she shook her head and pressed her palms on the ground and pushed herself up into a sitting position.

There was nothing. A wide expanse of nothing that surrounded her in every direction.

A sharp, guttural cry pierced the air shocking Bella. From a man or woman, she couldn't tell. She only knew the sound was full of pain. Her head snapped around, her wet mahogany locks slapping against her face with a harsh sting.

And then quiet, distorted whispers…

"You want fire!…. "

Footsteps sounded, low at first, just a light shifting in the foliage.

"I can't do this…"

Scrambling to her knees, Bella thrust out her hand, trying to find something, anything to hold on to, but there was nothing, only more darkness.

"-not for me, it was never meant for me…."

She felt the awful burning behind her eyes, and trying to suppress them only made her chest ach. Just behind that aching chest her heart painfully ran from her in fast palpitations that soon was the only thing she could hear besides those footfalls. "-I wont let you, not ever….."And just then the soft steps grew louder, quicker. Matching the rhythm of her heart. Her hands started to shake. Her thin frame trembled. She slammed her eyes shut. "I don't want to leave…."The footfalls were louder, almost running now. And with the fear of what would happen to her once those steps reached her also came a strong smell. A thick acrid smell of smoke. Shakily her hands searched her waistband and her pockets. Her gun wasn't should she do?What could she do?

"You're part of this world now"Was there a fire? Had she been kidnapped? Where were Sam and Dean? Who was making those footsteps? Who was the person that had cried out? How would she get out of this? She couldn't see anything.

Scream, her mind told her.

"Don't do this!"

Forgoing the scream Bella, pulled herself from the ground and shakily began to run through the dark forest. The fear was nauseating. She could taste it, the acidic bile rising in her throat, burning away at her esophagus.

"You're afraid"

The footsteps grew louder, they were still behind her. She ran, still. The smell of smoke was overwhelming now and clogged her throat as she breathed in deeply. The only respite was the icy rain that fell on her trembling lips and tricked down her throat.

"I'm sorry."

Where was she going? She couldn't see. She could still hear the thundering footsteps get louder but she had no idea were to go. But it didn't matter because in that small second someone… something stood in front of her, causing Bella to skid to a halt and trip over the wet ground.

Her palms stung, as did her side as she rolled painfully onto her back, her heart, for some reason slowing down and not speeding up at her impending death. The rain fell in to her eyes and he parted her lips and breathed slowly, her fingers threaded through the grass as if to hold on to something or she would fall off the face of the earth. Her tears burned and mixed with the rain. Her body shook.

Still all she could see was black.

Until at the very second of the thought, and a bright flash of lightening slashed across the sky. She could only vaguely make out the outline of a man before her vision was taken from her again and in its place sharp images flashed before her.

Blood

Fire

A mouth, bloody and screaming

Smoke

Hands griping each other

Blood…

The images repeated over and over, all the images vivid and terrifying. A slow scream worked its way from her throat and to her lips as her body arched upwards.

Suddenly it was gone.

She felt calm. She felt warm. She felt safe.

She felt a presence leaning over her. Feel the heat from their body.

Bella's eyes snapped open to reveal the blurry interior of the Impala.

A dream… just a dream…

She drew in a harsh breath and blinked her eyes to focus. She could see Dean and Sam in the front, the scenery passing by in a flash.

…just a dream…

"Morning sunshine!" Deans voice snapped her attention to him. Pushing a hand through her hair she set up and squinted against the sun.

"You're in a good mood." Sam replied a little grumpily.

"Why shouldn't I be?" Dean replied back as he bobbed his head to the music. Bella rolled her shoulders and straightened her clothes.

"Because you're you." she muttered and saw his eyes quickly glance her way.

"Got my car, got a case, things are looking up."

"Wow. You hear a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows and you're Mister Sunshine." Bella put in as she pulled her hair up in a ponytail, securing it with a band from her wrist.

"You know it, Sweetheart," he sent her a wink then turned his attention to Sam. "How far to Red Lodge?"

"Uh, about another three hundred miles."

"Good." Dean nods. "oh, and how do you feel about taking the Sheriff while we take the hospital?" He asked her, that eyebrow raising yet again. Bella blanched for a second before sitting up a little straighter.

"It's fine." she nods.

"Well, you can't dress like a sixteen year old when you do-"

"I do not!" Bella cut in. She dressed in normal everyday clothes. Jeans, tee-shirt, and tennis shoes, she looked over herself. She glanced back up to the mirror and saw Dean quickly doing the same. She scowled at him.

"Well you don't dress like a gown woman either."

"Dean." Sam interjected with a glare. Dean huffed and rolled his eyes.

"Just dress professional." Dean told her with a glance.

"I hope you don't mean the type of 'professionals' you're use to." she muttered, and then blushed a bit as she realized she'd said it aloud. She watched Dean's eyes narrow at her and Sam gave a full lipped smile.


Red Lodge, Sheriff's Office

Bella shifted uncomfortably in the plastic green chair and let her eyes wander around the small office as she tapped her pen against the small pad of paper in the lap.

She was nervous. She'd never been a great liar, and she was sure that the Sheriff would take one look at her and know that she was a big fat liar.

She wore a plain white button down shirt, her hair, wound in a harsh bun at the base of her neck, and a pair of simple flats adorned her feet. Crossing her stocking-clad legs she attempted to adjust the black pencil skirt that fit a little too well around her hips and thighs, as she tried not to look the Sheriff in the eye.

Why did she always have to be so awkward? Why could she be more like Rosalie? She thought of the striking blonde woman and wished she could have epitomized her confidence, instead of acting like a scared kitten.

Put her in a motel room stitching up a cut, or binding some bruised ribs and she was fine, but put her in front of stranger and tell her to act, and she was a bumbling mess.

"The murder investigation is ongoing, and that's all I can share with the press at this time." The Sheriff broke into her thoughts, jerking her eyes to his, and to the impressive mustache on his face.

"Sure, sure," Bella nodded, "I understand that, but just for the record, you found the first, uh, head last week, correct?" she glanced down at her notebook, half to read the information, and half to not look him in the eyes anymore.

He is so going to know I'm a liar.

"Mm-hmm." the sheriff mumbled and stroked his mustache.

"Okay, and the other, a uh, Christina Flanigan," she asked shifting in her seat once again.

"That was two days ago. Is there -" the sheriff started, but knock on the door startled Bella, and she watched as a woman peaked in the door and motions toward her watch. The Sheriff huffs and turns his attention back to Bella. "Oh. I'm sorry, but I've gotta run."

Bella clenched her jaw in aggravation. Dean finally gives her something important to do and she fails big time. If she doesn't finish the job, Dean may never give her a job again. She knew she wasn't a great hunter and that they probably should've left her at Bobby's for her safety as well as their own, but she had to learn sometime.

She needs to grow up and do her job.

She's not going to be with Dean and Sam forever.

Straightening her back and pulling back her shoulders, Bella takes a deep breath.

Just think how Rosalie would do this….

"One last question please, what about the cattle?" Bella asks in a clear, strong voice.

"Excuse me?" she seemed to have startled the Sheriff. Bella tilts her chin and raises a brow, just as she had seen Rosalie do.

"You know, the cows found dead, split open, drained... over a dozen cases."

"What about them?" the sheriff questioned, confusion sweeping over his weathered face.

"So you don't think there's a connection?" she continues to ask, her lips pursed.

"Connection... With…"

"First cattle mutilations, now two murders? Kinda sounds like satanic cult ritual stuff?" she reiterates.

"You - you're not kidding." the sheriff laughed, taking away some of Bella's confidence.

"Uhm, No." another shift in her seat.

"Those cows aren't being mutilated. You wanna know how I know? Because there's no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave it in the sun, within forty eight hours the bloat will split it open so clean it's just about surgical. The bodily fluids fall down into the ground and get soaked up because that's what gravity does. But, hey, it could be Satan. Now, I'm sorry but I've got to go." he finished, grabbed his hat and moved to the door.

Bella stood and smoothed down her skirt, kept her shoulders straight and smiled politely to the older gentleman.

"Thank you Sheriff." she thanked him and hurried through the door, down the hall and out of the police department.

Bella gnawed on her bottom lip as walked down the sidewalk to the bench where she was to wait for Sam and Dean. The pavement was slick and glistening with fresh rain. Such a dreary place. The weather here was so familiar, with its dark looming overcast, and the slight drizzle of rain that felt like a cooling mist against her skin.

Its so much like Forks….

The distant jingle of a bell caught her attention, and she turned her head and spotted a small book store just across the street, the elegant front on the wooden sign that swung gently in the wind read 'The Book Cove'. Her feet padded against the slick pavement as she walked across the street and to through the door, the light jingle sounding behind her.

The familiar and distinct smell that belonged to books alone, invaded her senses as she quietly made her way through the first isle.

She recognized many books, her old friends that would keep her company during her mothers tireless adventures. Sadly she hadn't cracked a spine of those in a long time.

Turning a corner to the next isle, she shuffled her Chucks against the dark red carpeting and trailed her finger over the bindings closest to her, when a light giggle snapped through the silence.

To the right, in a dimly lit corner, Bella noticed a couple. A short pixie like girl with blonde hair and a thin layer of freckles dusted over her nose and cheeks, she looked cute and innocent, and a boy who looked her complete antithesis was dressed in black with curly dark hair a scruffy unshaven look that made him look a dark, brooding and mysterious aura.

The couple sat on a large blue beanbag, the boys large frame stretched out, his arms curled around the pixie girl as she laid her head against his shoulder.

For a brief moment, Bella's mind flashed back to a memory of a quiet moment she once shared with a boy in a meadow. She could see them curled against each other amongst the purple wild flowers his icy skin pressed against her warm skin and his beautiful golden eyes that seemed to dance with love…

Shaking her head and forcing down tinges of loss that seemed to coil in her stomach, Bella moved on through the stacks, breathing in the thick scent of leather bindings and paper. She ran her hand along the books lined up and stack as if presenting themselves to her.

She missed the simple pleasure of having all the time in the world to read. To read things other then medical guides, mythological lore, and autopsy reports.

A certain font grabbed her attention and she felt a grin tug at her lips before she even pulled the book from his spot. She ran her fingers over the embossed letters and let her mind wander to the memories of her father, and the only time he'd ever read to her. It was his favorite book and they both had enjoyed the nights of hobbits, elves, dwarves, and a certain evil ring that they shared.

She remembered they way his eyes lit up when he attempted different voices and accents for the different characters. She remembered groaning when a chapter had come to a close and it was time for bed. She remembered Charlie kept a copy of the very book in the drawer next to his recliner.

God, she missed him…

Suddenly a hand grasped her shoulder and spun her around. Frantic mocha eyes clashed with blazing hazel.

"What the hell are you doing?" Dean snapped, his face drawn in tight lines. His lips mashed together in a harsh line.

"What are you talking about? I'm just looking through some books." she told him, lifting the book as proof.

"Yeah, you were supposed to meet up an hour ago, we've been looking everywhere." he informed her with a glare and pressed a button on his phone and held it to his ear. To the other person he said. "yeah, I've got her…. Yeah, met us at the motel…." he snapped the phone shut and turned back to Bella. "'You can't go running off on a whim. If you're with us, you don't wander off." his voice was just as hard as is eyes.

With a mixture of frustration, anger, and embarrassment, Bella glared up at him, returning the fire in his eyes with her own spark, and shoved passed Dean, not even bothering to put the book back, and stormed out of the little book shop, and to the Impala park just a little down the road.

The ride to the motel was a silent one. It was a tense and short ride that found Bella stiff in posture and worrying her bottom lip. It was only a few moments later that the Impala slammed to a stop and both Dean and Bella exited the car and made their way to the door.

"What happened?" Sam questioned as soon as they enter the room. Bella heard Dean huff something under his breath but chose to ignore him.

"I just went to a bookstore right across the street." Bella explained to him exasperated.

More inaudible mumbling from Dean and Sam's expression softened.

"While we're on a job, anything can happen. You have to be where you say you're going to be or someone might think something could have happened." he explained nodding his head toward Dean, his hair slightly falling in his eyes. Bella's pinches face relaxed a bit. "It's happened to us before. We just have to be where we're supposed to be." he finished with a small dimpled grin and moved to the small table next to the window and sat down in front of his laptop.

Bella took a deep breath and sat down on the small couch.

"So what is it?" Bella asked, hoping to get the subject off her.

"Vampires." Sam said without looking away from his laptop.

Bella froze. Her shoulders were slumped, her whole posture seemed to sag. Her dark chocolate eyes seemed dazed. For a moment it was as if every nerve in her body tightened in the vice grip of emotion that seemed to love tormenting her.

Vampires…

It couldn't be….. It's not….them….

"What?" was all she could say in a low emotionless voice as her fingers strangled the fibers on the cushion next to her.

Her world tilted.

"Yeah, I know, I though they were extinct for a while to." Dean said from the side of the room, but Bella couldn't understand what he was saying. She shook her head frantically.

"No!" she sputtered out before shooting up from her seated position to her bag.

"What is it?" she heard Sam ask her as he closed his computer. Bella shook her head.

"I'm taking a shower," she stuttered before moving toward the bathroom.

"Hey!" Dean's distinct voice demanded as she, for the second time that day, felt his hand wrap around her arm. She flinched back and pulled away from him.

"What?" she snapped, her voice almost hoarse.

Its not them, It's not them, It's not them, It's not them….

"What's got your panties in a twist?" Dean demanded and Bella glared at him.

"Nothing!" she spat at him, her face etched with tight frowns. She watched as Dean quirked an eyebrow at her, his piercing gaze demanded her to speak.

"What's goin on Bella?" Sam questioned, his voice softer then the powerful force that was Dean.

Every molecule of her body was screaming. In fear, denial, shock, panic. This could not be happening.

Not here.

Not now.

There were no coherent thoughts, no escape plans. Nothing but fear.

"Nothing alright! I'm just gonna go take a shower." she barked at them, her eyes narrowing at them as she tried to put as much heat as she could into it.

"While I also think hygiene is important, I don't think a little hot water got you all worked up, so come on sweet cheeks, spill." said, his voice low, his arms now crossed in front of him.

"Dean-" she heard Sam sigh, but Bella cut in, her temper flaring.

"Its none of your business!" she all but yelled at him as she leaned in a bit closer. Bella blinked and swallowed the lump in her throat and took a step back and ran a hand over her face. "just back off." she whispered the last part before escaping into the bathroom, the soft click of the door sounding so loud to her ears.

Flicking on the shower Bella leaned heavily against the sink.

Her world was spinning.

In a clash of black and grays swirling together, Bella couldn't determine anything. Up. Down. Right. Left. Nothing. It was like a heavy fog had been wrapped around her whole body forcing her to become immobile. She couldn't discern the jumbled thoughts that floated around her.

It just couldn't be them.

It wasn't normal vampires, the dead cattle proved that much. So it was vegetarians. But they said there weren't that many of them. They'd said that most fed from humans. And what of the other 'type' of vampire. She hadn't known of them very long but she'd never heard of a vegetarian vamp of that 'type'.

It wasn't them.

No, it couldn't be….

But this place was like Forks. It did have that overcast… Bella's heart stopped for a beat then took off with renewed fervor.

But when did he ever talk about eating cattle? Hadn't it been larger prey…

Confusion swarmed her tired mind as she stripped away her clothes and let her hair free from its tight hold.

Glancing up at the dingy mirror in front of her Bella looked at the girl staring back. No longer the naive seventeen year old, she'd grown , her cheeks thinned out a bit, her features a little more defined and devoid of the little baby fat she had, washed out color, with dark circles under her eyes. She was still Bella, but physically she'd grown up a bit, and mentally, she'd become middle aged.

A dark thought passed in her mind of what she would have looked like… what kind of person she would have been had he loved her enough…..

Scoffing to herself Bella tossed a towel onto the mirror and stepped into the sputtering shower.

My how things had changed. Once she would have given anything to see them again. Now….

Now she was terrified of the thought.


The Ride to the bar was silent. The low tune of CCR that Dean was playing floated into her ears. A surprisingly pleasant sound that was starting to lull her to sleep. Forcefully she kept her eyes open. She didn't want to fall asleep. Didn't want to dream again.

Bella laid her forehead against the window watching the blur of greens, blues, browns, and black pass by. Such dull and soft colors some how seemed beautiful to her.

In no time at all the car slowed, and just in the distance was a small, darkly lit bar. The gravel popped and cracked beneath the tires as the Impala rolled to a stop.

Sucking in a large breath, Bella stepped out of the car and rubbed her palms against her thighs. She was dressed normally, no matter what Dean thought. She wore dark blue jeans with a navy blue long-sleeved top and a cream colored jacket and her always there scuffed up chucks. Her hair was down and in its normal bland form.

The epitome of normal.

She did not dress like a sixteen year old anymore, she huffed as an amused Dean flashed in her mind.

The bar was half filled, the pungent stench of alcohol and smoke hung thickly in the air as the light twangy sound of some old country song played in the background. The room was illuminated with dim and soft yellow light. Quietly the trio made their way to the bar.

"Grab me a beer." Sam said before nodding towards the door with the crooked 'BATHROOM" sign. Dean nodded his head and he and Bella walked towards the bar.

"How's it going?" Dean asked.

"Living the dream. What can I get for you?" the voice drawled in a southern twang from behind the bar. By just the sound of him he was well into his years. He was old. His white hair, just a wispy tuff on his head. He was a rather large man, plump. But on his face, his aged mouth was upturned into a mirthful grin, his blue eyes sparkled as he ran a hand down one of his suspenders.

"Two beers, please." Dean ordered leaning against the bar. Bella moved to sit on the stool beside him and leaned her elbow against the dark wood.

"Sure thing." he drawled. As he slapped a rag on his shoulder and hobbled a few steps over. "Sure is nice to see such a pretty couple. Why my Bethel and I was the best looking sweethearts around these parts back in my day." the man grinned mischievously.

Bella's eyes widened and she choked on air.

Couple!?

She watched Dean shoot her a look and she almost groaned at that spark that ignited in his eyes.

"Nothing is more prettier then my sweetie pie." Dean grinned and moved closer to her. Bella's cheeks bloomed a deep red and she choked on her words. Dean wrapped an arm around her shoulders and grinned down at her.

Bella swallowed and begin to think of the ways that she would tortue him in the future. She would have to make it good.

"She is a cute little thing." the old man said as he slid two beers in front of them put a cigarette between his lips.

Bella looked down at the beer in front of her that she knew was Sam's and shrugged and took a pull from the cool bottle. The flavor tumbled in her mouth, coating her tongue and throat. She glanced up at Dean and glared at him.

"And a spitfire too." Dean mumbled with a grin as he squeezed her shoulders. As the old man lit his cigarette the heavy smoke tickled her nose.

"Names, Jimmy." the old man offered as he rolled the dull red tip of his cigarette on the curve of the ashtray.

"Well Jimmy, we're looking for some people." Dean said as he took a pull of his own drink. The old man tilted his head and gave an impish grin as his cigarette dangled from his dry lips and distorted his words slightly.

"Sure. Hard to be lonely."

"These people, they would have moved here about six months ago, probably pretty rowdy, like to drink…" Bella put in, in a softer voice, still slightly uncomfortable with the heavy wait of Dean's arm draped over her shoulder.

"Yeah, real night owls, you know? Sleep all day, party all night." Dean himself, added.

Jimmy frowned a second before taking another pull from his cigarette, the delicate swirls of smoke curled in the air as he slowly nodded his head, "Barker farm got leased out a couple months ago. Real winners. They've been in here a lot - drinkers. Noisy. I've had to 86 them once or twice." he finished.

"Thanks Jimmy." Dean nodded, Bella echoed his words and once they were out of sight shoved Dean's arm off of her. They made their way to the small table were Sam met them. Dean grinning at Bella, and she returning it with narrowed dark eyes.

As they all took seats, she saw Sam and Dean exchanging glances and then Dean subtly look somewhere behind her, Bella furrowed her brow and looked around but saw nothing and turned back around to her beer, only to see Sam and Dean exchanging more looks and without a word stood.

"Come on." Dean said, and she was left to slightly jog to catch up to them.

"Never tells me anything." she grumbled to herself. The cool air made her cheeks tinge pink and pull the jacket tighter around her torso as she followed Dean and Sam down the alley.

Only when she noticed that they'd pulled their weapons did she think to pull her gun. She knew that whatever type of vampire it was, her gun wouldn't do anything, but the cool steel made her feel better and calmed her racing nerves.

Just as her palm felt the comforting weight of her gun, things spurred in action. Dean and Sam had a well built black man pinned to the wall, the knife in Deans firm grip pressed against the mans jugular. Bella stands a yard or so back, her gun raised as she looked around the darkened alley.

"Smile." Dean quipped.

"What?" the dark skinned man panted out. Bella moved a step closer.

"Show us those pearly whites." Dean explained further. Bella rubbed her chin against her shoulder as stands of hair tickled her face from the blowing wind, and moved another step in.

"Oh, for the love of - you want to stick that thing someplace else? I'm not a vampire." the man rasped out. An instant frown marred Bella's face. "Yeah, that's right. I heard the little couple in there." he finished, and then the red in Bella's cheeks had nothing to do with the chilly wind.

"What do you know about vampires?" Sam asked after shooting Dean and Bella a curious look.

"How to kill them. Now seriously, bro. That knife's making me itch." his voice hinted with sarcasm. Dean cocked his head, and the man makes a move to pull away when Sam pressed him against the wall harder. "Whoa. Easy there, Chachi." Slowly the man raises his right hand to his lips and pulls it back, revealing nice white teeth and perfectly normal gums. "See? Fangless. Happy?" he raised a dark brow adjusted his jacket when Dean and Sam pull away. "The names Gordon. Now, who the hell are you?"

"Dean Winchester." he says sheathing the knife. Bella catches Sam giving Dean a pointed stare but he ignores it. "This is Sam my brother and our friend Bella." Bella couldn't understand the small wave of happiness that crashed over her when he'd said they were friends.

"Sam and Dean Winchester. I can't believe it. You know I met your old man once? Hell of a guy. Great hunter. I heard he passed. I'm sorry. It's big shoes. But from what I hear you guys fill 'em. Great trackers, good in a tight spot -"

"You seem to know a lot about our family." Bella heard the bite in Deans voice and shot a glance to Sam.

"Word travels fast. You know how hunters talk." Gordon simply said.

"No, we don't, actually." Dean tilted his head as he spoke the harsh words.

"I guess there's a lot your dad never told you, huh?" Gordon put in before his eyes caught Bella. "and you're Bella, the Doc?" he asked, his lip quirking up slightly.

"Yeah," Bella answered and shifted her gun into her waistband. His dark eyes were unsettling and something about them screamed dark. Dark and dangerous.

"Nice to meet ya, you patched up a friend of mine a month or so back after a nasty Wendigo job went south. I see he wasn't pullin' my chain when he said you were a little thing." he nodded his head in what she assumed was a sign of respect, but Bella only nodded her head back and turned to look at Sam, hoping that he can decipher the uncomfortable look on her face.

"So, um, so those two vampires, they were yours, huh?" Sam asked, and Bella sighed in relief.

"Yep. Been here two weeks."

"Did you check out that Barker farm?" Dean questioned.

"It's a bust. Just a bunch of hippie freaks. Though they could kill you with that patchouli smell alone." Gordon informed them with a chuckle.

"Where's the nest, then?" Dean went on to ask. Bella moved to stand near Sam and hugged her jacket closer to herself once again.

"I've got this one covered. Look, don't get me wrong. It's a real pleasure meetin' you. But I've been on this thing over a year. I killed a fang back in Austin, tracked the nest all the way up here. I'll finish it." Gordon returned. Bella felt a momentary rush of relief as she realized that these vamps were definitely not one of the Cullens.

"We could help." Dean pressed.

"Thanks, but uh, I'm kind of a go-it-alone type of guy."

"Come on, man, I've been itching for a hunt." Dean tried to persuade, flashing a grin.

"Sorry. But hey, I hear there's a Chupacabra two states over. You go ahead and knock yourselves out." Gordon hops in his car and turns his head. "It was real good meeting you, though. I'll buy you a drink on the flip side." he finishes and drives off.

"So now what?" Bella asked, burrowing into the neck of her jacket a little, trying to ward off the cold wind.

"Well Sweetheart, I'm gonna follow him. You and Sammy can stay here and talk about your feelings or you can tag along. Your choice." Dean tossed her a grin and went around to get in the Impala.

Bella rolled her eyes, but a slight smile stayed on her face.

"You should come." Sam's voice advised. Bella turned to face him. "but," he stopped and pulled out a knife and handed it to her. "This will probably be more useful…" he explained as he handed over the weapon. He quirked a grin, "Doc." he finished, and Bella couldn't help but grin back at him.


A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get another chapter up. The holidays happened and then my cousin had her baby. (a little girl named Elizabeth Diann) and I had to stay with her and help out for a bit. Hopefully it wont ever take me this long again to get up a new chapter. Sorry again, you beautiful, amazing readers you. :-D I seriously never expected the response this has gotten. Thank you guys so much! I literally adore each and every one of you!

A/N #2: The banner I made to this story is on my profile if you would like to see it. :-D

A/N #3: Oh, and btw, did anyone else have a mini-heart attack when it was announced Jared and Jensen would be attending People's Choice, and that Jensen and Danneel were having a baby! ALDKFJA;LSDKJF;ALSDKF;ALSKDF;ALJSD;FLJ

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Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, I'll get the next one up as soon as I can.