The Best Kind of Hunter (Supernatural Fanfiction)

The Price Of A Soul

I would just like to say sorry it took me so long to update! School has been so busy, and I have had multiple assessments to finish! Hopefully I can update more regularly now. Enjoy this new part! 

Isabella went to meet with Crowley, after making all of the arrangements for Dean. He was already there, waiting for her. He smiled a sad smile at her, asking "Is it worth it, love?" She looked at him, her eyes dead as she nodded, just once. She made the deal with him, and they kissed (like, awkward, its her father!) but it was a sad kiss. Isabella turned and walked away without a word, leaving Crowley standing there, shaken and worried about her. He tried to follow her, but walked right into a devils trap, and he yelled her name, as she continued to leave him, never looking back. She walked out onto the street, feeling empty, but as she continued to walk away, she decided not to worry. Dean would be back. And all would be right again. Now, where had she parked the car?

Dean woke up suddenly, and was startled to see Garth leaning over him. He helped him up, and Dean didn't say anything, just looked at Garth, who smiled happily at him. "Isabella said you would be coming back. Good thing she wasn't joking!" He giggled as Dean gave him a bitch face that showed just how annoyed he was. Dean started to walk away, Garth following him as he tried to ask Dean a multitude of questions, which Dean ignored. He walked quickly, and he saw the Impala waiting for them, Sam inside. He got out and the hugged, Dean asking gruffly what he had missed. Sam laughed, and offered a recap after they got back to the motel.  They drove away, Garth chattering away happily in the back. Dean was silent, wondering what had happened over the time he had been dead. They pulled up at the motel, and were about to enter one of the rooms when another car pulled into the parking lot, and a girl got out. She had long, dark red hair, sunglasses and a sexy, olive green dress on, with black heels. She instantly caught the attention of the three guys walking down the street, the boy behind the counter at the motel reception and the man walking out to his car. But she ignored them all.

Dean caught his breath as he realized who it was. Isabella walked confidently over to him, smiling in a way that made his heart melt. She took off her sunglasses as she walked into the shade the motel provided, and he as he saw her eyes, the smile slowly slid off his face. Her eyes were dead. There was no emotion in them. Though her face smiled, Isabella didn't. Sam and Garth entered into the motel room, leaving Dean and Isabella to talk. He frowned down at her, as she smiled flirtatiously at him. He pushed her gently away, and she became confused. "Dean, what are you doing?" She asked, voice small. He wanted to break down, hug her, kiss her, be with her. But not yet. It wasn't Isabella anymore. "What did you do to bring me back Isabella? What. Did. You. Do?" His voice was dangerously low, but Isabella stood firm. "I made a deal and paid the price." She stated. Dean grabbed her shoulders, and looked straight into her eyes. "Did you sell your soul?" His voice was a whisper, fear threaded through out the words. Isabella looked away, answering the question in the simple motion. He turned away, and walked inside. 

Sam saw how upset Dean was, and asked "What did she do?" Dean looked at him, and said in a quiet, dangerous voice "She sold her soul." Sam looked at him, as he went over to the table. There was a pie waiting, with a card from Isabella. It read Dean, Welcome back! I have gone to make a deal with Crowley, and if all goes well, you should be back. I got you your favorite pie to celebrate, and I should be back soon, if I am not already there. I love you with all my heart, and I know you may not think you are worth much, as you have shown before, but I can't live without you. I am sorry, especially if you were in Heaven enjoying yourself, and I know it was selfish, but I need you, Dean. Also, here is a photo of me, I dyed my hair again, as you said I should. See you soon! - Isabella. Dean looked up after he finished reading, as Isabella walked in. She had an air of cool confidence, and as he looked at the photo enclosed, he saw his Isabella, wearing what she still had on, but she seemed slightly nervous and awkward in the photo, like she didn't really know how to stand.

Later that night, Dean went hunting for Crowley, wanting Isabella to have her soul back. He found him, still trapped, and looking incredibly bored. Dean walked slowly over to him, and Crowley simply said "Squirrel, took you long enough. Come back to life, have we?" The sarcasm was dripping in his voice, and Dean smiled and laughed humorlessly. "Now, you son of a bitch, give Isabella her soul back." Crowley looked at him, and told him the conditions. Dean hated them, but agreed. First, he let Crowley out of the devils trap, then  made a promise. Then, Crowley burned the contract, and told Dean that Isabella had her soul back. Dean walked away, as Crowley yelled out that he couldn't forget his promise. After Dean had left, Crowley went over what Dean had said, satisfied there was no loopholes. He wanted to make sure that there was no way that Dean could break his promise. And there wasn't, so Crowley went back down to Hell, the least complicated place of all.

Isabella tripped over, falling flat on her face. Her foot hurt and she felt embarrassed as her face turned a deep shade of red. Wait, she was feeling embarrassed? How.... Dean. He had disappeared, and had obviously gone to get her soul back for her. She wondered what the price had been, and if Crowley was still stuck. Dean walked in half an hour later, and Isabella jumped up, and ran to hug him, but he stopped her. Isabella was confused as he looked sadly at her. He walked to the fridge, and got out a beer, as Sam and Garth noticed the tension in the air and decided to go find food. They hurried out, Garth hugging Isabella and told her how awesome she was. After they left, Isabella looked at Dean and demanded answers. He didn't say anything for a minute, until Isabella started walking towards him. He quickly stepped back, trying to keep a distance between them.

"Dean, what is going on?" Isabella said, a hint of anger in her voice. Dean told her, and she looked at him, a mix of horror and anger on her face. She grabbed her read leather jacket, and walked out. Sam saw her leaving just as he returned, as Garth had decided to go off on his own again. "Isabella, you okay?" Sam asked hesitantly, not wanting to set off an emotional bomb. "Its Dean." Isabella stated. "He got my soul back, but for a price of his own." Sam looked at her to continue on as she took a deep breath. "He made a promise to my father to not get romantically involved with me, and to keep me for getting involved with him." 

For all those who ship Bean (Isabella and Dean) I am sorry, but their time will come. I promise. Last rough patch is almost over. And thanks for all those who are continuing to read Isabella's story. Hope you continue to enjoy it, and good luck to all those who have exams coming up. I won't be updating as regularly because I also have exams, and actually have to study sometimes. Sorry :(