By God's Grace

Chapter One

I was hovering over this guy I'd picked up at a bar while he fumbled drunkenly with the clasp of my bra. I giggled a little when it came undone and went flying across the room. He grinned wildly and turned so that I was under him. I laughed wildly as he ran his hands up and down my body.

It was setting up to be one of 'those' nights when my phone started ringing, the guy looked up at me impatiently as I reached over and answered. I stared at the unfamiliar number, "Come on." He groaned. "Shut up." I said and answered, "Hello?" There was a hushed conversation on the other side and my favourite voice in the world answered me.

"Daddy?" I asked and he grunted, "Did you hear me girl? Get your ass back home." He said in his usual burly voice. "Hey, come on." The guy next to me said and I huffed, reaching for the gun on the nightstand. "Shut up." I said seriously. "What's going on dad?" He huffed, "Just come home Bella. Now." He removed the phone from his ear and muttered loudly, "Idjits."

I shot up and started dressing quickly. Something was happening at home, something big. Dad only called if it was important. "Is that a real gun?" He asked, "Wanna find out?" He shut up, pulling his shirt on. And and left quickly out the door, without another word.

I peeled out of the motel parking lot and made tracks back home. I didn't stop for anything, I was sure I could make the six hour trip in four, and I did. The gravel crunched under my tires as I threw the car in park and ran out of the car throwing the door shut. Not bothering to look behind me.

I ran up the steps and flew through the door, "Dad?" I called, "Dad, what's going on?" I asked walking around. He came in from the study and I flung myself at him, hugging him tightly before shoving him. He looked at me confused, "You had me so worried. Wha is wrong with you?" I huffed, "Sorry." He  grumbled.

"Got something you should see." He said and I frowned, "What is it?" I asked, confusedly, "Hey Bella." My eyes widened and my chest contracted tightly, painfully as I shook my head. I turned to see Dean standing in front of me, whole, breathing, alive. I pulled a knife from my boot and lunged at him, there's no way that this was Dean. Dean died, and a part of me died with him.

Bobby grabbed me and pulled me off, taking the knife from me. "Did she get you?" He asked, "Yeah." Dean hissed, "Good!" I spat. "Demon filth." Bobby spun me to face him, "That is Dean, Bella." I shook my head, trying to clear it, to get rid of this conversation. "Dean is dead." I said, "No. I'm back Bella." He said.

"What's six plus nine?" I asked, only the real Dean would know the right answer. Our answer. "A good time." He said and winked. I laughed excitedly and hugged him tightly, wrapping my arms around his neck. He lifted me off the ground and held me in a vice grip. He had tears falling from his eyes, and I did too. Bobby smacked him in the head.

"You can put her down now." He said seriously and Dean set me down, "Where's Sammy?" I asked and dad shook his head, "I don't know. He hasn't been answering any of my calls." I nodded, "He's been dodging me too." I confessed. "Well let's go find him."

We pulled up into the car park of a motel where Sam's GPS was coming from. I spotted the Impala and smiled softly, good memories. When I turned around, Bobby and dean had disappeared. I huffed and headed in, passing a brunette on my way in, she turned to me, but what I saw made me freeze, demon eyes. She had demon eyes. "Can I help you?" It asked, but I shook my head.

Walking up the corridor, I walked in on Sam and Dean hugging it out. Sam turned to me and grinned widely. "Bella!" He said and picked me up into a bone crushing hug. "If you missed me that much why didn't you answer your damn phone?" I asked and he laughed, "Sorry. Been busy." I nodded, "I know. I heard."

"If it wasn't Sam, and it wasn't Bobby." Dean said turning to me slowly, "Baby, tell me you didn't." Bobby said softly, "Please." I huffed, "I wasn't raised a fool. There's no way in heaven or hell I was selling my soul." I said seriously, "No offense." Dean shrugged, "I understand, but if it wasn't that, then what?" He asked.