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THE WAY I LOVED YOU

"The bitterest tears are shed for deeds left undone and words left unsaid."

He is sensible and so incredible

And all my single friends are jealous

He says everything I need to hear and it's like

I can't ask for anything better

He opens up my door and I get into his car

And he says you look beautiful tonight

And I feel perfectly fine

Edward is perfect. He is what every girl on this planet dreams of having. He's caring and sensitive and… wonderful. Everyone keeps telling me how lucky I am, how jealous they are of me. If Edward was human, I have a feeling that he would behave exactly like he does now. He would say all the right things to make me feel better. He would pull out my chair, open my car door. He would tell me everyday that he loves me, that I'm beautiful, and that I mean everything to him. I'm grateful for a guy like Edward. Even if he is a vampire. I feel… content, with what I have with Edward.

But…

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain

And it's 2 am and I'm cursing your name

You're so in love that you act insane

And that's the way I loved you

Breakin' down and coming undone

It's a roller coaster kinda rush

And I never knew I could feel that much

And that's the way I loved you

Dean Winchester. I suppose, Dean was what people referred to as 'the one that got away'. Being with him was like nothing I've ever felt before. Dean made me feel happy, angry and sexy. He was my best friend, my lover and my enemy. It was definitely a love-hate relationship. I hated how much I loved him. Whenever we argued, or if I was upset, he would kiss me in a way that made me forget my own name.

All those nights I spent awake, worrying about his safety while he's off on a hunt. The planet-sized wave of relief when he comes back never lasts long, as it gives way to an even bigger wave of anger. He never understood my concern for him. It was like as if he didn't believe anyone could care that much. I tried to show him, I really tried. Sam had tried, too. I had asked him, once. How would he feel if I went off in the middle of the night to fight monsters that normal people couldn't conjure up in their worst nightmares? He just laughed and told me that was never going to happen- me fighting evil.

He respects my space

And never makes me wait

And he calls exactly when he says he will

He's close to my mother

Talks business with my father

He's charming and endearing

And I'm comfortable

I love Edward. I do. Edward understood when I wanted to be alone, and he's oh-so-careful, especially when it comes to the physical side of our relationship. And it shows, his caution, which is probably why Charlie is nicer to him these days. I've always laughed at the thought of Dean meeting Charlie or Renee, because somehow I don't think he could charm my parents the way Edward did. Nope. Charlie would most likely chase him out with his shotgun. But then, Dean would've come back with his own gun. I shudder at the thought of it. I needn't worry, though. It's not like I would ever see him again.

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain

And it's 2 am and I'm cursing your name

You're so in love that you act insane

And that's the way I loved you

Breakin' down and coming undone

It's a roller coaster kinda rush

And I never knew I could feel that much

And that's the way I loved you

I never thought a person could feel as much as I did when I was with Dean. We were always fighting, always making up. I never understood why I lingered for so long with the Winchester brothers. Sam told me it was because I forgive and forget easily. Do I? No wonder I got my heart broken so many times. And by the same person, too. Against my own wishes, my mind started to drift towards a particular bittersweet memory…

"Bella!" I heard his voice behind me, but I didn't stop walking. I had to get away from that bar. Now. I could feel the tears clouding my vision, and I could feel myself choking on something that wasn't there. This was the last straw. I didn't want to hurt anymore. "Bella. Wait. Where are you going?" I felt a hand on my shoulder, turning me around.

With an enormous effort, I forced myself to meet his eyes. What I saw there only made me more resolved to run. I swallowed. "I gotta go. I'm sorry. I've spent too long with you and Sam, and I've caused too much trouble. I…" I drifted off.

His eyes went wide as realisation hit him. "You're leaving?"

I nodded. "I'm going back to the motel to pack my bags. I'll be gone by the time you and Sam get back, I promise."

He let go of me then, and folded his arms and stared at me. "And where are you going to go? You have no money, no-where to live and you don't have anyone to go to. The best option for you is to stay where you are."

Suddenly, my tears were gone. Instead, anger, shame and rage rendered me speechless for a moment. What he was saying was cruel… but true. I raised my arm to hit him, but he caught my wrist and held it still, despite my struggles. I glared at him. Dean glared right back. In the end, I gave up. I shook free, turned around and walked away.

It took me half an hour to walk to the damn motel, and when I got there, I found Dean sitting on the couch, waiting for me. Great. I decided the best course of action was to not say anything. Quickly, I gathered up my things and shoved them in a rucksack.

"So you still wanna leave, huh?" Dean asked. I could feel his eyes following me around the room. "Why are you being so stubborn?"

I wheeled around to face him, all thoughts of staying silent gone. "You know you're supposed to be saving people, right? You shouldn't be distracted by every pretty face that walks by. I thought you wanted to help people, not get laid."

Dean smirked at me. "Can't I do both?"

I bit my tongue. No need to sound like a jealous girlfriend.

"So… what?" He cocked his head to one side and stared at me intently, giving me the full force of his gaze, "are you jealous?"

"No," I said, probably more forceful than I meant to, "why would I be? I know you, Dean." I shook my head in mock sadness, "and beneath all the charming-pretty boy humour you're just another shallow jerk."

"Well, then you gotta stop looking at this shallow jerk like he's dinner." He raised one eyebrow.

I felt myself blush. "I do not."

Dean shrugs. "If you say so, Bella." He stands up and walks towards me, slowly. "Look, the truth is, I've become rather attached to your presence. And I won't say that I can't live without you, because I can." His voice became lower, huskier. " I just don't want to." And with that, he swooped down and kissed me.

While this happened, I found that my brain could not produce one single thought. I could only feel. Slowly, Dean pulled back, and he smiled. "You know," he murmured, "that was the most honest I've been with a woman." I smirked and wrapped my arms around his neck. "So where does this leave us?" I mused, fighting to contain my happiness. Sure, there were other problems, but they could wait. "Right here," He replied. I sighed and nodded, smiling up at him. With a very serious, undecipherable look in his eyes, Dean lowered his mouth back to mine.

He can't see the smile I'm faking

And my heart's not breaking

Cause I'm not feeling anything at all

And you were wild and crazy

Just so frustrating intoxicating

Complicated, got away by some mistake and now

As I lay awake tonight, I thought about my feelings for Edward. He may be perfect, but he was too perfect. Even though I was comfortable with him, the truth is… the love we have isn't what I'm looking for. It wasn't like the way I loved Dean. I stopped my thoughts. I didn't like comparing other guys to Dean. It's unfair to them. Edward hasn't said anything. Or maybe he knows something is wrong, but decides not to say anything about it. That wouldn't surprise me. It might be a bit awkward explaining everything to him. I can imagine it now. Hey, I would say, my ex-boyfriend hunts supernatural things for a living. I mean, he used to. Until he made a deal with a demon and sold his soul to bring his younger brother back to life.

I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain

And it's 2 am and I'm cursing your name

I'm so in love that I acted insane

And that's the way I loved you

Breakin' down and coming undone

It's a roller coaster kinda rush

And I never knew I could feel that much

And that's the way I loved you oh, oh

I still dream about him sometimes. One particular scene that has a habit of replaying in my head was the last time I saw him.

"No! Oh my God, no…" I stumbled back and fell onto a chair. I started sobbing. "No…" I whispered to myself.

"Bella. I didn't want you to find out this way. Actually, I didn't want you to find out at all. I didn't want to ruin what we have… the time that we have left." Dean reached for me, but I shot out of my chair and backed away.

"So you thought we could play happy couple until I wake up one day to find you dead?" I demanded.

"No…" he struggled for words, "Actually, I was hoping …" Right then, he had looked so miserable that I had instantly forgiven him for not telling me about his deal with the demon sooner.

"How long?" I didn't need to elaborate on what I meant.

He looked straight at me. "Twelve hours."

I froze. Twelve hours. That's not long enough. No, even eternity wouldn't be long enough. "What do we do?"

He smiled softly at me. "I wanna show you something." He led me to the Impala and we drove for a while, until we ended up the country side. There was a meadow, hidden in the woods, and he took me there. "Wow," was all I could manage. Then I smiled, "I didn't know you were a romantic, Dean."

He grinned. "I'm not. I guess impending death makes a person do funny things." I rolled my eyes. How typical of him to make a joke out of everything. "C'mon, let's keep going."

"So what do you think will happen?" I asked as we walked.

"I'll go to Hell. Don't worry, I'll send you a postcard." He replied, with a cheeky grin. We crossed the meadow and walked deeper into the woods, until we came to a river. The water flowed clean and clear, and the afternoon sun threw sparkles onto the surface.

I knelt down next to the bank and lowered my hand into the river, watching the way the waves washed around my fingers, and the warmth of the water was definitely a shock to the senses. I heard a rustling sound behind me, and turned around to find Dean taking his shirt off. My eyes widened. "Not that I don't appreciate the view, but what are you doing?"

"Going for a swim," he replied, taking his boots and jeans off, leaving him in his boxers. Then, taking a deep breath, he ran to the edge of the river and dived in. His head surfaced a few moments later. Grinning at me, he called, "Hey Bella! Get your ass in here!" I laughed. Then I had an idea. Looking around to make sure no-one was lurking in the bushes, I quickly stripped down, bra and underwear and all. Ignoring the blush that was starting to creep up on my cheeks, I jumped in.

The water was warm, surprisingly so. Surfacing for air, I felt a pair of familiar arms wrap around me, and a voice murmured in my ear, "I'm starting to think I'm over-dressed." I laughed and spun around to face him, but he was no longer there. "Dean?" I called out. Several moments later, his head surfaced in front of me, and in his hand he held his boxers. I grinned.

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By the time the sun went down, we were exhausted. I managed to clamber back up to the bank, and Dean followed suit. There was just enough sunlight to fry our bodies, and we pulled our clothes back on, much to Dean's disappointment. As we left the river, I felt the clouds of Doom loom over us again. I was scared. And even though Dean would never admit it, he was scared too. The drive back home was quiet. Not the awkward kind, but the peaceful kind. I relished in in moment. Because I know there wouldn't be another. When we got back to the motel, I silently took his and headed for our room.

"Wait," he said quietly. I turned around. He had a conflicted look on his face. That look only comes out when he has bad news, or when he's about to become a little emotional. Taking a deep breath, he told me, "you should go now."

I froze. "But…" I shook my head. "No…No! I won't leave you, I can't. Dean…" I started to cry. He moved to hug me, and he whispered in my ear, "You changed me in a way that makes me almost unrecognisable. But I'm glad you did. And that's what I wanted you to know, before I die." Even though his voice was rough, he tried his best to make it sound casual.

I buried my face into his shoulder and held his body close to mine. I loved the way he moulded so perfectly against me, and I tried to remember his warmth, his smell, the rhythm of his breathing, in the few moments we have left. Because that's what I was so afraid of. Forgetting. I didn't want to forget. Even when I'm old and grey-haired and can't even remember my own name, I wanted to be able to remember Dean.

Then he gently let me go and pushed me towards my car. "Goodbye Bella." And with that, he turned, walked into our motel room, and closed the door. I knew Sam was inside, waiting for Dean. That piece of knowledge gave me some comfort. At least Dean wouldn't be alone.

However, I was left all alone, staring at the door Dean just closed, tears pouring down my face. Inside the room was a man who has given his whole heart, his everything to me, even though he never admitted it, but the world was cruel enough to take it all away. "Goodbye Dean." I whispered. Hoisting my bag over my shoulder, I walked over to my car, and I discovered that Sam had already packed my bags and left them in the car. I smiled a little. I'll be okay.

And that's the way I loved you oh, oh

Never knew I could feel that much

And that's the way I loved you

There was a knock on the door. It was 11pm at night. Who the hell would be here at this time of the night? Alice, maybe? I rushed down the stairs, pulling on a pair of PJ pants and yelling, "Coming!" Opening the door, I found myself face-to-face with the one person I never expected to see again. The one person I thought I had said goodbye to forever.

"Bella." And with that, he pulled me out onto the front porch and kissed me.

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