Hey guys, so this is the last chapter I have fully done for this fic. I hope you enjoy it, and I hope that it clears some things up for you ;)

I own no characters from either Twilight or Supernatural.

As always a huge thanks go to Arabellawhitlock for prereading this.

Winchester; the next generation

Chapter Four

D.P.O.V.

Sam had sorted out and paid the bills, and while he'd done that I'd gone and got a ton of food in. I'd never done a huge grocery shop like that before, I'd never realised how much it could cost. I spent two hundreds bucks on one full shopping trolley! And I hadn't even got anything for the babies, that was just for the adults in the house.

"C'mon on then dude. Let's go get the baby crap. You got a list?" I asked Sam as I finished putting the shopping away. Check out me getting all domesticated.

"Yeah." Sam said following me out of the house looking tired and stressed. If what I'd heard about kids was anything to go by, then dude didn't even know the meaning of tired and stressed yet.

I drove us to one of those super baby shops where supposingly they had everything all under one roof. I'd had to go all the way to Port Angeles but hey, Sam and Bells had to have it, and at the moment I was being fairy godmother, the hot version of course.

The half an hour long drive was taken in silence. I couldn't say anything to Sammy that he didn't know, and one wrong word from him and I really would kick his ass. I'd promised Bobby that I'd try not to, again, so silence was the only way I'd be sure that didn't happen.

"So what's first then?" I asked Sam as we stepped into the store. There was baby crap everywhere. How the hell did people do this?

"We need another crib first, maybe two?" Sam suggested his eyes bugging out as he took in everything, then travelling to the list in his hand. "Dude, I'm not even sure what we need now."

"Never fear Sammy, Deans here, to save your ass like normal." I smirked at the giant. "C'mon." I nodded my head to the customer service desk.

~0~

Even I was stressed two hours later as we started the long drive back to Bella's. My baby was full, like couldn't even have sandwiched a sandwich in full. There was stuff on Sam's knee, by his feet, the back seat was full of boxes and bags, the boot was open tied down with string so that huge cardboard boxes could be fit in. "Dude, if the leather gets damaged by this crap, it's so coming out of Sammy's and RJ's college fund." I told Sam with a groan but trying to hold back a smirk.

We were broke now, really broke, but Bobby was on his way with money so RJ, Sammy and Bella wouldn't be going without.

"College. Shit. I'm gonna have to sort something out for that, aren't I?" Sam said, looking like he was gonna start to freak out on me again, the big girl.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it dude, and it's not like we can't hustle up some more money is it?" Why did I always have to be the voice of reason.

"Dude, stop being all yoda on me. You're freaking out too. Don't deny it." Okay, maybe the college boy had a point. I'd had a mini panic attack at how much shit we actually needed for the babies that we hadn't even thought about. Like car seats, which meant that I'd have to wreck my babies original 1967 layout and actually install some seatbelts in the back. But I was just the uncle, I could freak out all I wanted. Sammy didn't have that luxury, he had to man up there and then.

"What else can you do hey Sam? You either take it as it comes and roll with it. Or freak out and end up being a dead beat dad. Or worse you turn into our dad."

~0~

B.P.O.V.

I woke up with my heart pounding, my breathing harsh and covered in sweat. That nightmare had been another doozy.

I sat up slowly, being careful as god was I tender, and looked around the darkened hospital room. I relaxed slightly as I saw my two gorgeous children sound asleep in my room. They were fine, I could hear their rhythmic breathing and soft snuffling noises. They were fine. My heart rate started to relax.

I laid back on the pillows and tried to force myself to think only of the good here. I had two healthy, beautiful children. But it was no good, the scary, what the hell do I do stuff crept in too. How was I gonna support them, how was I gonna raise them on my own? Sure Sam said he'd stick around, but I wasn't so sure I believed him. He'd told me once that I was everything to him, I saw in his eyes this afternoon that it was a lie. He didn't love me. Probably hadn't ever loved me.

Still Dean, Dean would make sure Sam stayed for a bit. He'd make sure that Sam didn't miss out on his kids life, make sure that his little brother came and visited every couple of months. I had faith in Dean. The man who never tried to be anything other than what he was, didn't lie to those he cared about. He was the brother to depend on. Unfortunately.

I sighed and tried again to think of just my babies. My beautiful Samantha and my little Robert John, who was already clenching his fists in protest at everything. How was I gonna support them? Hell I'd barely been able to put a nursery together for one baby, and it broke my heart that I'd had to have charity to do that. Now I'd need double everything.

My world had altered drastically today, but at the same time nothing had changed. I was still broke, I was still alone, and I was still struggling to cope. I was also still hung up on the Winchesters, which needed to stop. Now.

~0~

D.P.O.V.

I couldn't sleep. I was tired beyond belief, so tired that my muscles were aching with it, but I just couldn't nod off. My brain just wouldn't shut off.

I sat up on the sofa, maybe a beer would help me sleep? Or a glass of whiskey? Whatever it was worth a shot.

I grabbed a beer and went back into the living room where I was sleeping on the sofa, or supposed to be sleeping on the sofa anyway, and sat down.

I took a sip of my beer and glanced around the room. Bells had changed this room too. It was now light and airy, but with the same furniture. The old sideboard sat just to the side of the tv, one of the draws hanging open.

I shouldn't have. I knew that. Bells would kick my ass if she knew I'd been looking through her shit. But I couldn't help it.

I pulled the partially opened draw all the way out, curious and hoping to find something to quite my head. Who was I kidding? I was being a nosy bastard.

The first thing that was at the top of the draw were first notices of bills that Sam had already taken care of. I pushed them to the back, I didn't need to read them, they were done, sorted. Under them was a black folder with a raised heart on it that looked well taken care of. It hadn't just been shoved in a draw it had been placed there with care. Bella's photo album.

I picked it up and carried it back to my makeshift bed. Curious to see what moments of Bells life had been captured and what memories she kept so well looked after.

The first few pages were of her and some friends from high school, posing in the canteen, smiling and carefree. She looked a million times younger as she pulled stupid faces at the camera. Though her fashion sense, so not good. Ok, I was thinking like a chick now. Must be how tired I was.

The pictures then turned to ones of Bells and her mom, lounging in chairs over looking a beach. Smiling, happy, tanning. No hint that anything would ever be wrong for them.

Then came pictures of Charlie with some of his friends and some of him with Bella too. These were real candid shots. She didn't always look happy, she wasn't always grinning like a loon or laughing either. But you could plainly see the comfort she had around him, the feeling that she was safe as long as he was around. It was enough to hurt my chest a little.

I flicked passed those photos and came to the last two pages of the album.

Three photos resided there, of her and Sammy, her and me and the three of us together. They'd been taken about a week after she joined us.

Flashback

Charlie had broached the subject with us, asking us if we'd take her on a hunt or two. She had the basic training. He'd made her take it after the vampire and the shapeshifter had started making her life hell. He wanted her prepared, wanted her to have more than him as back-up as well. Plus he'd been out of the game too long, he was worried he was rusty.

Sam and me thought long and hard about it. A teenage girl, nineteen but still, jonining us hunting for a couple of weeks?

"Hell no Sam." I kept saying, I liked Bella, she was firey, strong, stubborn, funny and okay she was hot as well, which didn't hurt. But that didn't mean I wanted her at my hip for a full week or that I wanted her in on this life. It was a stupid idea that would only end up with one of us hurt. Probably her.

"Maybe Charlie's right Dean? She should learn this stuff. C'mon it's only for a week, she might be useful. And you know if we don't take her he's gonna do it himself." Sam said, using his puppy dog eyes on me while he did. Damn, he should have a freakin license to use those things, it was like mind control when he did.

"This is a stupid idea." I sighed but relented, dude wasn't gonna stop bugging me till I did.

Three days later and Bells was shoving a duffle bag in the back of the Impala and looking like she thought this idea was as great as I did.

She turned to face Charlie with a sigh. "I really think this is a bad idea dad." She frowned, her lips pursing as she did.

"Stop whining Bella, you'll have fun and learn a thing or two. Anyway you're going whether you like it or not. So give your old man a hug." Charlie told her with a smile.

Bella hugged Charlie as he requested and I saw the look on his face. He must have really been doing what he thought was right for her, cause he sure as hell looked like he'd give anything to not be sending her with us. It was the first time I'd ever seen any weakness on Charlie Swan's face ever, and it was like a cold shower.

"You two take care of my girl okay?" Charlie asked us as he and Bells parted.

"Yes sir." Sam and I said at the same time and both with sincere voices. We'd take care of her.

"Alright, see you in a week or two, have fun!" Charlie replied with a smile, or an attempt at one anyway, before he motioned for us to get gone.

As we drove away Charlie waved forlournely at us from the drive, Bells waved once then faced the front, her face hard, trying to hold back tears.

"So what training has Charlie given you then Bells?" Sam asked in a light voice, trying to cheer the girl up.

Bella sighed, a deep, loud, aggravated sound that made me think of every pissed off teenager everywhere. Especially Sammy when he was younger. He'd always been a bitch.

"He's taught me to shoot, taught me the basics about ghosts, and of course werewolves and vampires. That's about it." Bella said, her voice miserable.

That was just freakin great, she knew next to nothing! "Can you fight?" I asked her while glancing quickly into the rear-view mirror. Guns were great, seriously, I felt naked without mine, but every now and then, or on most hunts really, you had to use your fists too.

"I know basic self defence. A knee to the groin, heel to the nose to brake it, that kind of thing." Bella replied, sounding like she already knew that it was useless.

"Well that's just peachy!" I grumbled, chick was gonna get hurt, or me and Sammy were going to while protecting her.

"Yeah, this wasn't exactly on my to-do list either ya know." Bella snapped back.

"I don't know why you're grumbiling baby girl, your taking a road trip with two handsome men and learning about guns and shit. Surely that's most girls fantisy." I quipped back with a smirk that almost always melted women for me.

"No dude, I think that might be your fantisy." Bella snapped right back, making me laugh.

"So Bella." Sam cut over us while shooting me a 'shut the hell up' look. Bitch. "Here's what we're hunting, what do you think?" He passed Bella a folder that he'd put together on the hunt. I swear he did it for fun, geek.

Bella read through it for a few minutes before answering. "Sounds like you've got a ghost." She said matter of factly.

"Why?" Sam asked quickly back, making me think of dad and how quick he had been to question our judgement. At least in Sam's case he had more than enough reason. Girl knew nothing.

"Mostly the vanishing woman that people have seen around the building. Add that to the body found in the locked apartment, flickering lights and cold spots. It's either a ghost or some dudes playing a wicked pratical joke that scared the man to death. That enough for ya?" She was right and her logic was spot on. But her attitude, it sucked. Couldn't blame her, but I didn't want to spend a whole week with bitch barbie bringing up the rear.

"If I give you some guns and other tools that are cool to play with is that gonna change your attitude?" I grumbled at her, slightly pissed I was babysitting. And the subject was being a bitch.

"There's only one tool that's gonna change my 'tude but I'm gonna need two AA batteries and a twenty minute break in a room alone." Bella quipped back at me, making Sam's mouth drop open and me almost crash from laughing so hard. Bells was even funnier and harder than I'd remembered from the last time we'd stopped in Forks.

"This is gonna be fun." I said, relaxed and happier now. Any girl with that mouth on her would do just fine with us.

~0~

"Three minutes, your up on your last time, but you still need to be quicker Bells. Here try it like this." Sam was stood in front of the motel room door that he was making Bells learn to pick from the inside out. They'd been at it for half an hour and she was picking it up quick. Impressive.

We'd been round to the apartment where the victim had been killed, and Bells had been unable to pick the lock on the door, so Sam was teaching her that valuable life skill now.

She had surprisingly been useful though, suggesting that we did our own door to door on every apartment in the building and noticing the ecotoplasm that pointed to one pissed off spirit before either Sam or I had. Girl might make a hunter yet. Still had a way to go though.

"So when do we head back to the victims place then? Tonight?" Bella asked as Sam put the lock picking tools away so she could start from scratch and he could time her again.

"Nope. Sam and I head there tonight and try to found out who the son of a bitch ghost is. You stay here on standby baby girl." I said while taking a sip of my beer and looking through the history of the building on Sam's laptop. I was also looking at a bit of anime while I was at it, but no-one needed to know that. Especially not Sam, he could be a prude at times, which considering the amount of chicks he'd boned was surprising.

"Huh? Standby?" Bella asked looking up at me with puppy dog eyes that more than rivalled Sam's, and I didn't even think she knew she was doing it.

"Yeah, you sit, right here, with your hand on the phone and wait for it to ring. Just like every other teenage girl on a Saturday night." I smirked at Bells, there was no way that she was coming with us until we knew what we were dealing with. Besides it might be useful to have someone go destroy the body while we were fighting for our lives for a change. A bit of back-up, even if it was a ninteen year old girl who weighed less than one of my little brother's arms.

"Wow." Bella said while raising her eyes in disbelife at me. "You really can be a dick at times Dean."

"I'm not being a dick baby girl." I said, and really for once I wasn't being, or at least I hadn't thought so anyway.

"Sit at home like a normal girl on a Saturday night and wait for the phone to ring? Yeah, dick." Bella said, her voice holding anger and hurt at the same time.

"That's what girls do right?" I asked, that's what the girls I'd seen had been doing anyway.

"No, not all girls Dean. And not ones with any self respect. You know what? Screw you. I'm out of here!" Bella was really pissed now, she stood up off the floor where she'd been sat crossed legged and stormed across the room to grab her bag.

"C'mon Bells, you know what he's like, just ignore it." Sam said quietly while shooting me a look. One that clearly said 'did ya have to be such a dick?' I didn't get the problem.

"I'd forgot just how big an ass he'd could be. No way am I sticking around for all that sexist bullshit. No way. I don't need it, and this." She motioned round herself taking in the whole room. "This is just idiotic anyway. I'm not gonna be a hunter, I don't wanna be one. And if something supernatural comes to bite me on the ass again I'll just ring Charlie or you guys..."

I was bored of the melodrama now, we had enough of it in our lives without Bells adding to it. "Is there gonna be an intermission in this little speech of yours? Cause I really need to take a whizz?" I quipped with a smirk. Bella just frowned at me and I could see the anger burning under the surface making her glow with it. Damn, girl was hot when she was angry. And juding by the look on Sam's face he thought so aswell. "Look, I didn't want ya to come cause I don't want you to get hurt. K Bells? We promised your dad that we wouldn't let anything happen to you, and I don't break promises. And as for the whole supernatural bullshit thing. What if we can't get to you fast enough again? What then baby girl? You gonna sit and be a target? You gonna die without defending yourself? This is for your own good and you know it."

Bells still stood with her duffle over her shoulder and her arms crossed, but she seemed to be taking in what I was saying.

"Much as I hate to do it, I agree with Dean Bella. You need to do this, you can't just go running back home telling Charlie that you pussied out cause Dean was giving you shit. What's he gonna say?" Sam said with a small smile and his famous puppy dog eyes. Just like everyone, Bells melted at the sight.

"Dad might chase him with a gun again?" Bella suggested with a frown for me, but I could see that we'd cracked her.

"Hell no! Charlie loves me now. Thinks I'm a good influenece or something." I smirked at Bells.

"Yeah well, he's always been a bit slow on the uptake. And he thinks Sam's the good influnece, apparently though you're a package deal so he's gotta put up with you for Sam to hang around." Bella threw her own smirk at me, making Sam chuckle.

"He didn't say that! Dude's got taste!" I protested, hoping Bella was bullshitting me, Charlie was like family to me, like a long lost uncle or something.

"He might not have but he should have." Bella dropped her bag with a sigh. "Fine, I'll stay. You'll probably need me to bail your asses out anyways."

~0~

"Sammy!" I shouted.

Bella had stayed at the motel after some gentle persuading by Sam. His puppy eyes never failed to work. Sometimes I wished I'd had that power, but then I'd remember that I got the good looks in the family instead. So Sam and I had headed to the apartment in search of the ghost who I suspected would be Charlie Dawson, a murderer who'd killed himself in the building when he'd been tracked down by the police.

I'd been right and Charlie was back, pissed as hell and taking it out on Sam who'd be slammed into a wall and knocked out; or that's what I was hoping anyway.

"C'mon, c'mon!" I shouted at myself as I fumbled to reload my shotgun with my salt shells. Damn things!

Charlie started advancing on me, his eyes muderous, an evil smile stretched across his face.

I wasn't quick enough. Charlie's ghost had be by the neck, his icy cold fingers digging into my flesh, cutting off my air supply and hurting like a bitch too. Now would be a great time for Sam to wake up!

I struggled against the ghost, an instinct even though I knew it was no good. All the air had left me now and my lungs were burning with need for air, black spots had started crowding my vision.

The door crashed open and banged against the wall. Bella came storming in with one of my shotguns in her hand and a pissed off expression on her face. She surveyed the room quickly before bringing thr shotgun up, loading it and firing from the side. The salt rounds slammed into Charlie and made him vanish with a roar.

I dropped to knees gasping for breath, my hand at my sore throat watching Bells as she looked from me to Sammy with indecision on her face.

With a worried look for me she rushed to Sam's side and took his pulse. "C'mon Sam, time to wake up. Hell of a time for a nap dude." She muttered as she tried rousing Sam, having evidently found a pulse. My breathing started coming easier as I realised that my giant little brother would be okay.

"I thought I told you to stay by the phone baby girl?" I said with a small bit of anger as I was finally able to get up off the floor. Did the girl never listen? She could have been hurt! Sammy and me were showing war wounds and we'd been at this a hell of a lot longer than her.

"I did. But then I got bored." She glared at me. "Help me get him to the car!" She snapped at me.

"You know you're cute when you're angry baby girl." I smirked as I went to help her lift Sam, who was almost double her size and I was guessing at least triple her weight.

"Yeah, carry on like that and I'm about to get fucking adorable." Bella grumbled at me making me laugh as together we dragged Sammy back towards the Impala.

Sam woke up just as Bella and me got back into the car, covered in mud and sweat. It was back breaking work digging up a corpse but Bells hadn't faltered once, hadn't complained or bitched, just got on with it and smiled as the body burnt to a crisp.

"Ugh... I feel like I've been hit with a sledgehammer. What happened? Why's Bella here?" Sam muttered groggily.

"I saved your asses." Bella said from next to me, turning in the passanger seat to smirk at Sam who was laid out in the back seat.

Sam raised his eye brows at me like he was expecting me to disagree. But I couldn't. Bells had saved our asses, I wasn't going to argue, but then I wasn't going to admit it either. I just hoped no-one would ever find out that the Winchesters had needed saving by a little girl. That one would sting.

"Way to go!" Sam said sounding impressed and sitting up with a groan before high fiving Bella.

"I'm gonna need a picture to commemotrate this when I've washed and slept for like a week." Bella smirked at me then Sam.

"What, not getting yourself killed on a hunt baby girl?" I asked her with my own raised eyebrows.

"Pretty much. Yeah." Bells giggled, starting a slow burn in the pit of my stomach, one that I would never, as long as I lived, admit to being there. It was just too fucked up.

~0~

I laid back down on the sofa cushions with a small smile, thinking I could probably get some sleep now.

Bells had got her pictures the next day. And I'd never admitted what she really did to me. No matter how much it hurt.

~0~

I want to say thank you to everyone who's followed this story with me this far. I've got to say this has been my favourite story to write so far.

I've started writing another chapter but I'm not very far with it and I'm not eniterly sure whether I should just leave it here or not. So comments and opinions as well as ideas and constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated.

Love as always,

Tametiger x