The Best Kind of Hunter (Supernatural Fanfiction)

Meeting Up Again, and Fighting

Isabella continued to run from the brothers over the next couple of months. But the one time she decided to stay in a motel, was when they rocked up into town. Just her luck. They pulled into the motel, saw the Impala, and instantly got out. It was parked outside room 17, and they went in quietly. Isabella was sleeping peacefully, unaware of what was happening. Sam looked at her for a minute, looking at who innocent and peaceful she looked. Dean looked at her and wondered if she would take his Baby again. Sam leaned over her, put his hand over her mouth, and slowly waked her. She woke quickly, startled, tried to struggle, and then saw who it was. A scowl covered her face as she pushed him off, and getting up. Dean stood over her as she sat on her bed, saying "If you EVER even look at my Baby again, I will cut you." Belle looked slightly guilty. "Sorry, Dean. But I needed transport. And you seemed to be getting on fine with my sister, so you could have always used her car." She said the last part in a biting, bitter tone. Sam looked at her, smiled at her, and kissed her gently. She pulled away, frustrated. "Well, you have your car back. So you can go now." Sam looked hurt, watching her as she stiffened and pulled away from both brothers.

In that moment, Evie entered. She had gotten all her things out of the Impala, and as soon as she saw Belle, she threw herself into a rant, yelling about responsibility, stealing, personal things etc. Isabella watched her with dead eyes. At the end, she asked "Are you quite done?" Evie stood there, stunned at Belle's cool and distant manner. As a child, Isabella had always been the happy, quiet one, who felt things deeply. This was no longer Belle, just a shadow of her. Isabella looked at her silently, then ordered the brothers to leave them be for a while. They went away reluctantly, worried about what would happen. But this new Isabella was not one to get angry, and so they left. Dean immediately went to the Impala, crooning to her and checking her for any scrapes or dents. Sam went to the motel office to buy a couple of rooms for the night. Neither of them saw what went on between the sisters.

Belle's eyes flashed with fury as she turned on her sister, voice low in anger. "Well, you got what you wanted. Everything. The brothers, your clothes, car, education, a life. You have taken it all away from me. Are you happy now, sister? Should I even call you that? You treat me like dirt. You take what is mine and claim it for yourself, and break me in the process. The first guys to be even slightly interested in me, and you go and destroy it. HOW DARE YOU?!" She screamed the last part, all the pent up anger and resentment and bitterness from months of pain coming out. "You put me in danger to save yourself, you care nothing for my feelings, you pay little money to make sure I can live, and you continue about your perfect life. So go. Get out of here you bitch. I never want to see you again. If I do, I will hunt you like the monsters in the night. Am I clear? To me, my sister died in that warehouse. Now. Get. Out." She said the last part in a low voice, the words dripping venom. Evie was in tears, nodded silently, and left. She walked past Dean, who got out of the Impala to come and comfort her, but she pushed him away, making him want to follow her more.

 The door was open to Isabella's room, and she saw Dean go. She collapsed to the ground, crying. She felt lost, dead inside, from months of ignoring her true feelings, they came like a tsunami, obliterating everything else from her mind. Sam saw Dean leaving and followed him, leaving Belle alone once more. She gasped for air, wondering how she could continue living. She felt broken, useless, and like no one cared. Evie had always overshadowed her, and she continued to do it with the two people that Belle cared for the most. Dean had followed Evie, and found her sitting on a swing in a park nearby. Both brothers went to comfort her, and and discovered what Belle had said. As Sam continued to comfort her, Dean decided to go back and have a go at Isabella for abandoning them. 

The door to Isabella's room was still open, and he entered quickly, closing the door.But, he saw her sobbing on the ground, looking like her heart was breaking. Dean walked over to her slowly, crouched in front of her, and said in a quiet, soft voice "Hey." Belle looked up, startled, and instantly made her face stone again. He sighed, sat next to her, and started to talk. "Look, I get it. Whole world against you? That is my life every day of the week, and I know how hard it is to deal with your emotions. Hell, I am probably the worst person to talk to about feelings and shit. But I know about bottling it up. I have done it too many times myself, and eventually, you break. And it can be at the worst time. So let it out now, while you can, rather than when you have to face an enemy, or in a fight. Ok, princess?" Isabella watched him silently while he spoke, and once he was finished, she nodded, allowing the tears to spill down her face, turning into a torrent. Dean put his arms around her, and held her, not speaking. 

After she could no longer cry, they just sat together. Belle talked about everything, Dean simply listening to her. As she talked, she began to feel better, understanding that though things were bad, they weren't apocalypse bad. And Dean could verify that. She got up, went to the little kitchenette, and got out a block of chocolate. On it, was Dean's note for studying. He looked at her silently, raising his eyebrows, asking her questions. "No, its not the same block of chocolate. But I kept the note, as it reminds me of a better time." He smiled at her, took her hand, and turned on the radio in the corner. He took her hand, and started dancing with her. The song was Don't Stop the Music - Rihanna, and they danced for the duration of the song, moving around the room. He was a good dancer, but sometimes did improb, which made her smile and laugh. He continued to force her to join in, smiling with her as she lit up the room. Actually, she just turned on the light, but her smile was a real one. The first one in months. And he was the cause of it.

As the song faded away, another song came on, but neither Dean nor Belle noticed. They were standing close, and Belle looked up at Dean, wide eyed, wondering what was going to happen next. Dean looked down at her with a kind, sad smile on his face. He started to pull away, but on a crazy impulse, Belle jumped up onto a bed, and kissed him. At first he didn't kiss back, but as they continued, he began kissing her hungrily, arms wrapped around her, her arms around his neck and hands in his hair. He pulled her down so she was standing on the floor again, and promptly they fell onto the bed as Belle tripped over the floor. Neither of them stopped kissing, and she moaned against him, having missed him over the months. Time passed, and they continued kissing, until there was a knock on the door. Sam. Shit. They broke apart quickly, scrambling away from each other. Isabella ran, put the shower on, and locked herself in the bathroom. And she smiled, happy for the first time in a long time. Not 'got a good deal at a shop' or 'got good marks on a test' happy, but a true and deep happy. Well, the shower was running, so why not get in?

Dean opened the door to Sammy's worried face. "You didn't come back, and Evie and I were worried." Dean looked at him, stating "Isabella was crying, and we talked. Now she has gone to have a shower to freshen up. Man, she was messed up. The stuff she went through? Man, and she is a girl, and teenager with hormones and shit. Like, she overreacted, but who wouldn't?" Sam just looked at him. "I should probably go check on her as well...." Dean looked at him, eyebrows raised. "While she is in the shower? I know you are her boyfriend, but...." Sam turned slightly red, and walked away towards where Evie was standing in the distance.

Dean called to Isabella that Sam was gone, but she didn't hear him over the sound of the shower, the water hot and lovely, helping erase her aches and pains. She sighed, content. She decided that she would apologize to everyone, and wanted back in on the old hunting team. Sure, she had ganked some sons of bitches along the way, the odd vampire, werewolf and ghost, but it wasn't the same without having them to watch her back. The scar on her shoulder was a result of that. Dean's voice came floating into the room as the door opened. Isabella yelled at him that she was actually in the shower, but he kept on coming. She turned off the shower, wrapping a towel around herself, annoyed at him. He had a stupid cheesy grin on his face as he looked at her frown, some bubbles from the soap still on her skin.

And then the bomb went off.