Dean did not know what he was doing. Why had he even said what he did to Becky? Now that he was thinking about it, he could have played it off and some new street drug or some other crap like that.

On the other hand, his hunter instincts were dead on. She did need help.

He stood by one of the groups of trees and shrubs beside the motel. He wanted to ask Bobby about this but didn't want the girl to overhear.

"What do ya want, ya idgit?" the gruff voice came over the phone.

"Hey Bobby, have you heard about anything that makes you eat and you can't stop?"

"Uh, MSG? Like at the Chinese places?"

Dean used his phone to hit his own head several times.

Beady eyes watched him for a minute before slowly making their way to the wood line at the back of the motel.

HGHGHGHGHG

Bella sat beside Jake and Sam, watching as they were dozing away. In a way she envied them. They were asleep so they did not have to think about what was happening. On the other hand, they were also the ones trying to kill themselves by eating where as she was physically fine. Maybe it was better that they were asleep after all.

She knew that she was just inside the tree line at the beginning of the woods behind the motel, but that didn't make her feel any safer. After getting lost in the woods after Edward broke up with her there like the idiot he was, and then after encountering Laurent in the woods trying to find their meadow like the idiot she was, well, she wasn't all that fond of trees.

Ice trickled down her spine and she sat up, looking around. Someone was watching her. She spotted a tree branch on the ground that looked small enough for her to handle, yet big enough to hopefully use to defend herself. She grabbed her makeshift weapon and stood behind a tree trunk trying to breathe as slowly, carefully, and quietly as possible.

She could hear someone striding her way in the grass and bushes under the trees. She looked back at the guys, two huge guys just sleeping the day away on the ground. She wondered if she should stay closer to them, then decided she was better off hiding where she was. She wouldn't be able to help them at all if someone were to get to her first. Breathing slowly to calm her heart rate back down, she waited behind the tree as the person got closer and brought the branch up so she would be ready to swing.

"Holy crap!" Bella shrieked as a head peeked around the trunk and looked her straight in the eyes. She swung the branch and managed to hit him in the head enough to make him stumble back for a moment. It was the creepy guy from the lobby. The man straightened up and looked at her with pure hatred in his eyes and growled at her. She realized she should have kept hitting him instead of just standing there and allowing him to get his bearings.

As he lunged for her Bella screamed and attempted to hit him again with the branch, but he was prepared this time and caught it instead and managed to get it away from her. He looked at the branch in his hand, and then looked at her with a malicious grin.

"Oh, no," Bella whispered as she turned and bolted through the trees. There was no way she was going to just stand there and let that creepy man get her.

It's weird what your brain will think of while you are running for your life. As she dodged in and out of the trees she wondered where Fred was, she wondered if Jake and Sam were ok, and she wondered what the creepy guy's name was, because she was getting really tired of referring to him as "the creepy guy."

Looking back over her shoulder to see if he was still chasing her, she saw that he was a lot closer than she originally thought.

She also decided that from now on his name was "Bob." That's a lot shorter than "creepy guy."

Bella rounded a tree and ran right into Bob and managed to fall on her butt. Really, she was kind of glad this was the first time she'd fallen given her clumsy nature, but it was the worst timing. Bob raised the branch over his head as he giggled - rather like a girl if she was to be honest - and she raised her arms to try to protect her head from the blow.

She heard a thunk, but didn't feel anything. She opened her eyes to see Fred, gun in hand, standing over Bob who was now passed out on the ground.

"So, Becky, you miss me?" Fred asked with a smile.

"Yeah," was all she managed to breathe out while she got up off of the ground? "Were you able to find out anything?" She watched as Fred reached down and took Bob's hands behind his back and used a zip tie to bind them together. When he looked up he noticed the questioning look on her face.

"What? These things are a lot easier for the average Joe to come by, and I don't want his hands free to do anything to us."

Glad that he answered her unspoken question, she watched as he started going through Bob's pockets. He noticed a cord around Bob's neck and brought it out of his shirt to see what was on it. As he pulled it out Bob woke up.

"No! No, man, don't do that!" Bob screamed and thrashed about trying to get away from them. Fred finally had enough and yanked the cord hard enough to break it and was staring at the pennant as Bob screamed so loud and high pitched that both of them had to cover up their ears.

She watched as Bob began to, well, sizzle for lack of a better word and melt. Rather a lot like the wicked witch of the west if she were honest. In about a minute it was all over and all that remained was a pile of clothes and a lot of green goo that reminded her of Slimer from the Ghostbusters movie.

Finally, they looked at each other. Fred spoke first while rubbing the back of his neck.

"So, Becky, this probably looks pretty weird…"

"Bella," she said as she looked at him, then back at the green goo.

"Huh?"

"Well, I figure if we have to deal with this together you may as well know my real name. My name is actually Bella, not Becky."

He smiled and winked at her. "Then you can call me Dean."

She looked at him. It did fit him better than Fred. "Ok, I have to know. I picked Becky because it started the same way and would be easy to remember and not slip up. How in the heck did you come up with Fred?"

"Scooby Doo. I was going to tell you that Sam was Shaggy."

Chuckling, they both made their way back to the other guys.