Chapter 5

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"Ok hun you can sleep in here."

Ellen leads Bella towards the spare guest room and she cuts on the light. Bella immediately backs away hiding behind Ellen's leg. Ellen narrows her eyes confused. The entire room was decked out in angels, butterflies and fairies.

"Don't you think it's pretty?"

Bella shakes her head shyly.

"Come on now let's take a look together."

She takes Bella's hand trying to coax her inside.

"No! NO!" Bella shrieks in terror.

Ellen stops and looks around paying extra attention to Bella.

"Wait are you afraid?"
Bella nods squeezing her giraffe that she's hiding her face with.

"Well darling there's nothing to be afraid of." She grabs one of her fairies and shows it to Bella.

She jumps and backs away into a corner. Ellen sighs and takes the angelic looking fairy with the wings spread about and places it back on a shelf. Out of curiosity she leads Bella to Jo's room instead. Jo was a bit of a tomboy she had band posters up and skulls about the room, her bedspread of red and black. She cuts on the light watching Bella's reaction.

"How about this room?"

Bella nods and steps inside looking around; she takes her giraffe and sits on Jo's bed.

"Well I'll be damned." Ellen says in disbelief.

"You'd rather be in my daughter's room of horrors?"

"I likes it."

"You truly are a Winchester you poor, poor thang."

"When daddy gonna pick me up?"

Ellen sighs and sits beside Bella on the bed. She runs her hands through her hair.

"I'm afraid it won't be for some time sug. For now it's just the three of us girls. You're not used to that are you? You've pretty much been around boys your entire life."

"I want D."

"I know you do and you will see him again."

"When I sees him?"

Ellen wasn't sure how to answer this. So she kisses the top of her head.

"Hey you know what?"

Bella shakes her head and takes out the car Dean gave her.

"I got a batch of cookies just begging to be baked. Wanna come help? I'll even let you eat some of the dough."

"Can we save some for D?"

Her heart sank as she looked upon this child. Ellen knew that this was going to be rough all around. Poor Bella just hadn't a clue. She simply smiles and takes her hand.

Dean couldn't stand to even look upon John. He stared out the window his arms crossed. He wanted to go back get Bella and run away. He couldn't believe this was real that this was truly happening. To him it was like losing Sammy all over again.

"When are we going back for her?" Dean finally asks.

"When she's ready."
"What's that supposed to mean?!" Dean snaps.

"Exactly as I said Dean."

"Why did we leave her?"

"Because it's time you learned what it is I do."

"I already know!"

"No you don't son. You've only got the idea. You have to be there to truly get it. It's time you learned."

"Learned what!"

"To become a hunter like your old man."

Dean couldn't believe his ears.

"What?"

"That's how they died Dean."

"Who?"
"Charlie and Renee', they thought they could simply give up the life. Raise Bella and be a traditional family. They let down their guard got themselves killed and damn near got Bella killed along with them. You can hate me all you want son. But I knew once you're in you're in. There's no backing out, once a hunter always a hunter. You will take it to the grave.

"What if I don't want to be a hunter?"

"You don't have a choice son. It's in your blood."

"That's not fair!"

"No one ever said life was fair."

"You're such an asshole." Dean mutters and John slams on his brakes.

He pulls over and makes his way out of the car. He opens the door and unfastens Dean's seatbelt. John picks his son up by the collar of his shirt. Dean looks to him wide eyed as John looks him in the eyes. He pens Dean to the car his hands go about his father's wrists protectively.

"Do what you want to me! SEE IF I CARE!" Dean shouts with tears in his eyes as he stares into his father's eyes.

Dean flinches as his father shakes him. He grinds his teeth together then drops Dean where he stands.

"Get your ass back in the car and shut your trap."

Dean gets in slamming the door but this time not up front in the back. John takes in a deep breath starting the car back up. He looks in the rearview mirror to see his son lying down in the back. He also sees the tears that Dean's quickly wiping away with the sleeve of his jacket. John reaches over and cuts on the radio not knowing what else to do. He was beginning to see Ellen was right after all even if he'd never admit to it. When it came to children John was clueless. There was only one thing John knew inside out and that was hunting. Sadly, he knew more about that that he knew about his own children.

Dean however knew what Bella's favorite color was, her favorite animal, food, outfit, even how she preferred her hair. He knew that Bella hated anything orange except for orange juice. He knew who her best friend was and that her giraffe was named after him. He knew that Bella had made straight A's and her favorite subject was reading.

"Do you know what Bella named Sammy's giraffe?"

John looks back at Dean.

"No son what's that?"

"Joey."

"Joey?"

"Yeah after her best friend in school; the one you just ripped away from her." He says over his father's radio.

John says nothing. Dean rolls over and closes his eyes wishing this was all just one big nightmare.

"Hey sug!" Ellen greets her daughter as she comes in the door.

"Hey mom." Jo makes her way over and kisses her mom's cheek.

"Oh and who are you." Jo says to Bella with a big smile.

"Bella." She says proudly and offers her hand.

Bella liked Jo's blonde hair it reminded her of the sun.

"Oh my, what a big girl response." Ellen praises.

Bella smiles as Jo shakes her hand.

"Well Bella I'm Jo."

Bella nods and hands Jo a cookie.

"Thank you."

"You is welcome."

Ellen winks at her daughter.

"This is John Winchester's little girl. You meet him and his son a while back you probably don't even remember. You and Dean were only like three or so. This is his adopted daughter Bella. The Swan girl." She hints.

"Doesn't ring a bell." Jo admits and takes a bite of her cookie as she sits down her back pack.

"Well anyway she's going to be staying with us for a while."
Jo looks to her confused.

"I'll explain later."

Ellen hands Bella a glass of milk and a cookie.

"Go sit at the table sugar bug."

Bella nods taking her glass and cookie to the table.

"Is everything ok?" Jo hints looking back to Bella.

Ellen sighs.

"Yes and no. By the way she's terrified of anything with wings it seems, might want to keep that in mind."

"Um ok but the guest room."

"Exactly, however she seems to love your little hell hole."

Jo smiles.

"It's not a hell hole mom."

"Sure looks like one. I'm afraid I'll be sucked into some sort of vortex when I walk in there."

"Then perhaps you shouldn't go in there."

"Hmmm." Ellen says chewing on her chocolate chip cookie.

"You should have seen Dean by the way. He's gonna be some looker when he gets older."

"Mom!"
"Just saying he's a cute kid."

Jo rather blushes at this and heads off to her room.

Ellen scoots in beside Bella at the table. It was much like the ones at the bar. The mahogany wood the only difference was this one had a booth.

"That's your future sister in law by the way."

Bella grins kicking her legs about.

"Yep that's about what I thought." She laughs softly.

"So what's your story sugar bug why are you so afraid of wings?"

Bella frowns picking at her cookie.

"I no like the tooth fairy."

"The tooth fairy?" Ellen rears back at this.

"I don't ever, ever want to lose a tooth again."

What in the world? Ellen thinks as Bella sips from her glass of milk.

"The tooth fairy is good she leaves you a surprise."

"I no like surprises." Bella says her bottom lip quivering.

"How about I run you a bath? You like bubbles?" Bella nods.

"Good deal."

"I'd shower and get a good night's rest Dean. You're gonna need it. We got Big day ahead of us tomorrow."

Dean heads to the bathroom and runs his shower. He'd not a clue what to expect for sure. But he thought of the yellow eyed demon and the tooth fairy. Chills ran along his body as the water hit his back. He figured it'd be something along those lines. Dean wanted to throw a tantrum, plead or beg whatever it took to not have to do this. He closes his eyes reliving those horrific nights. He came to a gasp when he pictured that monster trying to take his sister's soul. His hands bowled up into fists. His teeth grind against each other. He punched at the shower wall. It was this night, Dean Winchester said goodbye to his childhood and hello to the world of a full-fledged hunter.

"You're gonna do just fine sugar bug."

"But I want D and Joey!"

"Joey?"

"He's my bestest friend! He not here!" Jo and Ellen look to one another as they stand before the school.

Jo fixed Bella's matchbox back pack on her shoulder. Ellen had tried to convince her to get a girl's back pack but she wouldn't have it. Once she saw it that was all she wanted. John had sent Ellen a pretty good check in order to supply for Bella. She thought it was entirely too much. But John wouldn't answer his phone. In fact neither he nor Dean had called since that night. She was sure he wasn't allowing Dean any contact with his sister. This unnerved her to no end. She wanted to punch out his other eye as well. What if there were an emergency?

"Look hun you're going to be just fine. You're going to make lots of friends."

"I no want other friends! I wants Joey and I want my brother!" She yells and throws down her lunchbox.

Jo bends down and picks up the spilt contents. Ellen presses her lips together in thought. Bella crosses her arms looking to the school with hatred.

"I bet D wants you to go. He wants you to make lots of friends and have lots of fun. He wants you to show off that car to everyone and make them all jealous." Jo pats the pocket Bella carries it in.

"I miss my daddy, D and Joey. I want to go home. I no like this school."

Ellen swallows it back and has to turn away for a moment letting her daughter take over. She takes a Kleenex from her jacket and wipes her eyes. Once she gathers her own emotions she turns and see's Jo and Bella sitting at a nearby bench talking. Jo had a way with people especially children. Ellen felt she couldn't ask for a better daughter. She watches as Jo hugs Bella and takes her hand leading her into class. Jo comes back out her mother questions her.

"How in the world did you manage that?"

"Think about it mom. She's use to being raised by Dean and we're the same age. I just tried to reason with her like a 12 year old boy would."

"Huh…"

"Yeah we'll I'm late now so…"
"I'll call the office on the way and let them know. Thanks by the way."

"It was nothing really."

She's driving to the middle school Jo attends. However she notices the look on her daughter's face.

"Are you ok?"

Jo nods looking sad.

"It's just sad. I know we fight sometimes…"

Ellen cuts her daughter a certain look.

"OK well a lot." Jo says with a grin.

"But still makes you thankful for what you do have."

Ellen turns to her daughter as she parks in front of the school. She leans over and kisses her forehead.

"I'll see you later mom."

"OK hun love you."
"Love you too." She calls and rushes to class as Ellen calls the office.

"Stay close and listen." His father demands as they make their way through the asylum.

Dean was growing bored. He couldn't possibly see what they were doing here. He hadn't seen anything. He held his gun the way John had taught him. His hands grew tired though as an hour has already passed. The place smelt like urine and paint thinner. The white paint from the walls had been chipping of and it scattered across the building. He turns back to John.

"When can we go?"

John shakes his head and puts his finger to his lips.

"This is boring!" Dean complains.

"Stay perfectly still son."

"Whatever." Dean says and turns back around.

His eyes practically bulge as the spirit stands before him; her body as though a corpse, her hair of white, she had no eyes and she was reach out to him.

"NO DEAN!" John yells as Dean holds out his hand.

"Come on son snap out of it!"

Dean jumps and his eyes blink as John fires off a round of salt.

"Wake the hell up kid."

"JOHN!" Dean yells as the ghost appears behind John and grabs him by the hair.

She begins to pull John away.
"NO!" He yells chasing after them.

John kicks about trying to break free. Dean hears the sound of metal grinding against the concrete floor once he reaches the floor she took John. His hands shook against the trigger as he looked around the room.

"Dean…" He heard his father mutter.

He turned to see his father locked inside one of the cells.

"Shoot the lock Dean!" His father yells scrambling to his feet.

"You're bleeding."

"All part of the job son."

Dean aims his gun at the lock and fires breaking the seal. He opens the door and John goes to get out. He flies back however and begins to choke.

"Grab the salt rifle!" John says behind his choking.

Dean looks around for his father's gun. He sees it lying on a nearby cot. His father's face was now blue. Dean planted his feet firmly on the ground like he was taught. He fires from the side so not to hit his father another thing he was taught. He keeps all these things in mind still it didn't seem to calm his nerves. Even with his feet properly planted Dean's body flies back as he fires, his back slamming against the metal bars. His shot however perfect as John's released. He rushes over towards his son.

"Shake it off Dean. Get up." He grabs Dean by the collar of his shirt and pushes him ahead as they run out of the cell.

"How do we kill it?!" Dean yells.

"You don't. We gotta send it where it belongs. It's a trapped soul Dean."

"How do we do that?"

"By the thing that keeps them here. A possession of hers, we have to destroy it."

John says this and shoves Dean to the side as the spirit becomes angrier and flies directly at them. Dean lands on his ass and comes back to his feet dusting himself off. Curiously Dean heads back towards the cell his father was shoved in.

"What are you doing?" John hisses.

"Just looking."
"Come on son we haven't got all day this bitch is out for blood."

Dean lifts the mattress to the old cot revealing a picture. It was a young boy. Dean grabs it and shows his dad. John narrows his eyes.

"Give it a whirl." John calls firing at the spirit again as she dives towards Dean.

"What do I do?"

"Destroy it Dean!"

"HOW!?"

"Shoot it, burn it something! Just hurry it up!"

John slides a zippo across the floor. Dean grabs it and opens it. He holds the picture in his hand and flicks the lighter on. Once it's on fire he drops it. The woman turns back towards Dean clawing at her face. This high pitched scream escapes her. She explodes and a cloud of soot lands on Dean it covers his hair, face and clothes. He starts to cough and looks towards John.

"Well I'll be damned. You just solved your first case." John says bewildered.

Dean shrugs.

"How'd you manage that?"

"She dragged you to this cell. Out of all the others she chooses this one."

John nods.

"Makes sense to me son."

John pats his back the scoot scattering about in a cloud around them.

"Let's get some dinner."

This became a typical day for Dean. Only there was always something different lurking about. He never knew for sure what he might be facing. He began to keep a journal of each and every hunt. He'd keep a record of each supernatural creature they faced. He wrote down all the failed attempts with every executed one. The to do's and what not to do. There never was a night he didn't think of his sister. He'd get out the little red truck each time he would journal glancing upon it ever now and then. John waited till Dean was asleep. He opened the black journal running his fingers along it. He looked back to his son prideful. He took something out from his pocket thinking of the irony as he put down his own black journal next to Dean's.

"How was school?"

"It ok." Bella says as she climbs into the back of the car and does her seatbelt.

"Did you make any friends?"

Bella shrugs looking to her toy car. Ellen reaches back and pats her on the leg.

"It's gonna be ok. You'll see."

Bella continues to look down. A few tears escape her eyes and run down the car onto her lap. Ellen turns back around wishing she knew how to help. She picks up Jo from school and the ride home is silent. Both look to Bella off and on both exchanging the same look of concern. Once they get home Bella heads straight to Jo's room. She curls up on the bed hugging her giraffe and matchbox car close.

No matter how much they tried Bella was just never the same. Bella started to keep more and more to herself as the days progressed. Days became months and months became years. She found it hard to make friends. The only people she truly had anything to do with was Ellen, Jo, and Ellen's boyfriend Bobby Singer. She didn't hear from John and Dean until 7 years later…