Sunset Over the Pine Tree

beccalovesbumblebee~ my attempt at a Supernatural/Gravity Falls crossover. Super angsty. Set in season two of Supernatural. The Twins are 21. Since I have to put this here.

MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH.

I do not own Supernatural or Gravity Falls, cause if I did there would probably be a crossover of this on the shows. Any comments or criticism is welcome.

Part One

Vampires, Dipper said they could handle it. He promised that there were only a few vampires in this nest and that the two of them would be enough to take them out. Mabel would never get to explain to him how wrong he was.

Mabel had no idea what happened after the world turned to darkness around her. A splitting pain engulfed her head as she was slowly swimming back into the swallow waters of consciousness. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, until she remembered what had happened. She was still in the vampires nest, but now it was empty except for her and Dipper. Mabel sat up suddenly, maybe even too suddenly because every move sent a deep ache into her body, but she still pushed herself to her twin's side.

"Dipper?" Mabel called her voice shaking with the rest of her as tears ran down her cheeks. When her vision cleared enough to take in Dipper's condition, she noticed the deep bite marks that were on her brother's neck, wrists and ankles. The worst thing she saw were two cuts on her brother's arms and the thick blood staining his mouth. When she pressed gently on his neck Dipper's pulse jumped at her finger like it ached for her to feel it, but it was faint and she could tell that his heart was slowly sputtering to a halt. The next thing Mabel had to see was if her brother was still human, she held up Dipper's top lip and rubbed along the top of his gums. Mabel had to bite back the sobs that threatened to escape her when a few fangs slid down in front of Dipper's teeth. Mabel recoiled, putting distance between her and the new vampire, no Dipper; Mabel reminded herself that Dipper was still her brother, her twin.

Slowly Mabel approached Dipper before lying next to him, wrapping one of her arms around him. He was cold to the touch and Mabel didn't even know how much he would remember or what he would do when he woke up. He may be a vampire, but it wasn't permanent and she was going fix this, even if it took hunting down every vampire she could find and trying to cure him that way.

As she thought Dipper woke up and was instantly up, he used his increased speed to put space between him and his sister. Mabel looked so hurt, but Dipper could hear her heart beating and the blood in her veins called to him. He was so thirsty, in the back of his mind it nearly justified biting Mabel. He wasn't human anymore, but Mabel was she was fragile now, someone he could break.

"Dipper," Mabel called getting up and trying to take a step towards him, but Dipper put another two feet in between them.

"Mabel, stay back. I don't want to hurt you," Dipper pleaded with his sister, but that didn't stop her from coming up to him and wrapping her arms around him again. He stood like a statue, even though all of his instincts told him to either run from Mabel or attack her.

"We have to go Dippy. There are vampires to hunt and I have a brother to cure," Mabel explained, getting ready to go back out to the car to start the greatest hunt since the one that started all of this.

Before she made it to the door Dipper was there and he held Mabel by her arms gently. "Mabel, I need you to listen to me," Dipper began his eyes pleading and Mabel knew instantly where this conversation was leading. It was in his eyes that grim, dismal look that Stan had given them before he died.

"No," Mabel begged, "Don't say it; please don't ask me to do that." She knew what he was going to say, what he expected her to do even though he never said a word. "We can fix this Dipper, the change isn't complete yet."

A cold, pale hand cupped Mabel's tear soaked cheek, before gently wiping away her tears. "Mabel, I don't want to live like this. I can't risk hurting you, every part of me is screaming at me because I want to- I want to..." He wanted her blood to quench his thirst.

"You don't have to live like this! We can cure you, but I need you hold on for me," Mabel pleaded.

"Mabel, you saw how many of them there were, I didn't see who did this to me. I have bite marks all over my body any one of those vampires could have done this and you hunting them is only going to get you killed Mabel! It's a suicide mission and I won't let you do that." He was trying to get her to understand, they could fix a lot of things but this wasn't something that could be changed.

"So what do you suppose we do about this Mr. Idea Guy," Mabel retorted.

"This is the end of our journey," Dipper began and it took him looking away from his sister's grief stricken face for him to choke that out. "Mabel, I'm a flight risk for you. Other hunters will come after me and you'll get hurt trying to defend me, the vampires may come back for me or I could lose control and hurt you even if I don't mean to..."

"So what do you expect me to do Dipper?" Mabel asked, the female hunter not hiding the outrage and hurt in her voice.

Dipper cringed, before he drew his machete and handed it to Mabel. She shook her head, knowing what he wanted her to do, but he spoke anyways, "I want you to kill me." His statement shattered his sister; he could see that in her brown eyes and the way her face fell, looking away from him refusing to acknowledge that he said anything at all. She was about to pull her sweater over her face when Dipper stopped her, forcing her to look at him. "No, you are not escaping into sweater town, not now Mabel. I need you."

"Dipper," Mabel began, trying not to cry, his arm snaked around her and held her steady as she nearly fell to the ground. Dipper was the only thing holding her up and she knew that as soon as he was gone she would be reduced to nothing but an extended stay in sweater town or a zombie trying desperately to continue on without its brain. "Why, why are you asking me to do this?"

"Because I don't want to be a monster, the longer I'm alive like this the more likely I will be to hurt someone," Dipper explained. "I couldn't live with myself if I hurt anyone, especially you."

"But you are... by asking me to... to do this," Mabel gulped out, and Dipper slowly let himself and Mabel slide to the floor, he held her trying to keep her calm.

"I know, but Mabel I want you to do this. You won't prolong it and I know you'll give me a hunter's burial." Dipper's eyes met Mabel's and she could see Dipper's fear, under the mask of seriousness. "Then I want you to do something else for me, make me a promise."

"Now you are just being needy," Mabel muttered letting a small smile escape through her tears and Dipper let a chuckle escape him at her sarcasm.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'. Promise me that you won't hunt down those vampires again, that you'll take a break from hunting and find some time to have a life. Let Bill Cipher go for a while and be Mabel again, maybe hook up with Dean Winchester again and let him take care of you, like you always took care of me." Dipper smiled at the shock that warped Mabel's features.

"I thought you hated Dean." The shock just cemented itself, when she spoke.

"I did and I still do. That man can play women like a deck of cards, but he never played you," Dipper explained. "He is one of the first of your crushes that never crushed you when he left. From what Sam told me, Dean was different with you. To him you were more than just a girl they met on a case. I remember you even considered traveling with him and Sam, but you refused to leave me and Grunkle Stan."

"I'm not getting your point here, Flippy-Dip." She took a moment to tousle his hair.

"The point is if you want to continue hunting, I do not want you doing it alone. Sam and Dean are two of the best hunters we have ever met," Dipper said. He saw Mabel forming an argument in her head about why he should stay with her, but Dipper put a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. "There is one more thing and this is the most important of them all."

When he removed his hand, Mabel asked, "What is it?"

"You need to keep going. Live, if not for yourself than for me," Dipper responded. "That is all I need from you."

That was all he needed, but Dipper was asking so much from her. Not only ending his life, but then continuing to live on without her best friend, her partner in most things and most importantly the only family she had left, her brother. The only other thing Dipper asked of Mabel was for her to leave him at rest, the way he expected her to put him. He even quoted Dean telling her, "What's dead should stay dead". So her idea of making a crossroads deal was burst like the balloons at a child's birthday party.

That is how Mabel ended up standing over a burning pile of sticks mostly covering the white cloth that she had wrapped Dipper in. She watched as he burned, tears running down her face trying to blur the scene before her. The only comfort in this situation for Mabel was knowing that his pain was over. Mabel secretly hoped that his good deeds in life got him into heaven, because that is where Dipper deserved to go. The last time she had stood at one of these fires was when Stan had died a few months ago, but this time she was alone and Dipper was gone. She clutched his hat and threw one of the many pictures of her and Dipper onto the fire, as if burning it with him would send the happy memory along with him into the next life.

In the pale moonlight she stood, her arms crossed over her chest waiting for the fire to settle into ashes so that she could move on. The only things she had from her brother was the hat Grunkle Stan had given him and the rosary that was their mother's, she had thrown the first one that Grunkle Stan had given her in the fire with him though she realized that it would most likely just stay there in the ashes. Besides the overwhelming sadness Mabel felt, she also felt anger and guilt, for not being able to save him and the act that she had done just because Dipper had begged her to do it. This is what hunting did to people, made them killers, and often blurred the lines of ethics. It made killing things okay, because they were things her; brother had become a thing, but that didn't mean he deserved this. He never hurt anyone.

She turned away from the fire, because she heard a rustle in the woods behind her. Mabel scanned the area, before holding up Dipper's machete. "Whatever you are leave me alone! I have lost enough, my grandfather, my parents, Waddles and Grunkle Stan and then Dipper." She guessed it was just a fox or a deer but she wanted to scream, let Bill know that she would never stop hunting him until she joined Dipper and Stan. "You hear that Bill you have taken enough from me! I promise I will find you for both my Grunkle Stan and Dipper. When I do, I'll make sure that the last thing you do is beg me for mercy. That is a promise. One I intend to keep if it's the last thing I do." Mabel knew that blaming everything on Bill was irrational, but he was the reason that the Pines Twins began hunting in the first place, to avenge their Great Uncle Stan.

It took Mabel awhile for her to leave the vampires nest and the pile of ashes that used to be her brother. She only turned back twice trying to see if this was real or not, pinching her arm so many times to test if it was a sick dream. But as her arm grew redder with each pinch that was the only thing changed, the scene around her didn't. Her brother was still there and so was the Stanley mobile, the car that the original mystery twins shared and Stan ended up with.

Mabel sighed, holding back her tears as she unlocked the red car and got in letting the sound of the familiar engine fill the place where her thoughts used to be. She placed Dipper's hat on the passenger seat and put the rosary in the glove compartment. Before she knew it Mabel was on the road and heading towards a cheap motel where she could hole herself up for a few days while she figured out what she was going to do.

She found a decent place on the side of the road and pulled her car into the parking lot parking the red Cadillac. Mabel walked into the office and got a room with two beds without thinking about it. She gave him one of the credit cards her and Dipper had applied for together, one of the few that were actually in their real names. While the desk clerk typed the information into the computer, Mabel spaced out the events of the day slowly catching back up to her.

"Ms. Pines?" The clerk asked, bringing Mabel back to earth from the detour she was taking in her mind. "Who is the other bed for?" When her face visibly changed, the clerk touched her shoulder just as a few tears stung her eyes as penance for keeping them prisoner and rolled down her cheeks. "You don't have to talk about it; I just need to know how long you need the room for?"

"Two days, maybe three at most," Mabel answered, the clerk nodded before handing her a key and offering to help her with her bags. Mabel told him that she would be fine on her own, before heading up to her room deciding that she would go get whatever she needed in the morning. She knew that the clerk was worried, but she could do nothing to make it better because there was nothing that would make this better because Dipper was gone. Just gone.

The only thing Mabel did was flip on the light, take a quick survey of the room before slipping off her boots and letting herself fall onto the bed. Her sweater was immediately covering her face and she just laid there in sweater town. She could cry there and no one would know what had happened, what she did. In sweater town there was no crazy triangle demon after her, there were no vampires and there were no hunters that would judge her for her actions or praise her in some cases. She'd still have her family instead of being the last Pines standing.

Mabel spent the night in sweater town. She woke up at noon, not remembering where exactly she was and how she got there. Then as the haze of sleep left her she remembered that she had made it to a motel after the failed attack against the vampires. Mabel sat up quickly to see where Dipper was only to see an empty queen sized bed that had never been slept in. That was when she remembered, flashes of what she did came back to her Dipper's head laying on the ground next to his crumpled body. He was broken and Mabel was the one that did that to him, the worst part of it was that Dipper asked her to do it. He kept telling her that it was okay when she hesitated, but it wasn't. She felt like a killer and even though her hands were technically clean they were stained red, with Dipper's blood.

She fingered the photo she had of them together from the day they arrived in Gravity Falls when they were sixteen, that was when the Mystery Shack became their permanent home and the Twins were thrown into the world of the supernatural something that they never knew was real up until then. Between Lil' Gideon, Bill Cipher and the society of the blind-eye(a group of people that served Bill Cipher and attempted to keep everyone oblivious to what was really happening in and around the town, by wiping their minds of anything that could be interpreted as abnormal) things were crazy, mindboggling and confusing all at once. Bill targeted the twins and Stan because they always rebelled, well at least the twins did, Stan was used to the way things were and did his part to keep the focus off of the real anomalies happening around them all the time.

"I'm sorry Dipper," Mabel muttered, before getting up off of the bed and realizing that she had nothing in the room with her. She had no phone, no clothes and no weapons on her which made her feel kind of weightless, naked maybe even free. Mabel grabbed her keys and headed down to the car.

She grabbed out the four cell phones that her and Dipper had between them and her backpack from the back of the car. Mabel grabbed Dipper's hat, before heading back towards the room. She took a quick shower, before coming back into the room and checking the phones. Soos had called Dipper a few times in the past few hours, but Mabel didn't have the guts to call him back. There was nothing she could say to him, Mabel wouldn't lie and the truth would make Soos hate her. Even before everything happened, Dipper was the one that got the news from Soos about how the Mystery Shack was holding up; he got the updates on the business and the happenings in Gravity Falls since they left. Dipper was the one that checked in with Soos every few days to tell him where they were headed and essentially that they were alright. They were due back home next week, but she couldn't go back to the Shack, not without Dipper.

So she ignored the fact that her only "family" she had left was looking for her and decided to call the Roadhouse and inform Ellen Harvelle of Dipper's death. That was one of the few things she had to do for him. Mabel dialed the landline of the Roadhouse and hoped that anyone but Ellen answered the phone. After the second ring a young woman's voice answered the phone, Mabel almost sighed in relief.

"Harvelle Roadhouse Jo speaking," Ellen's daughter answered the phone. "We aren't open yet if that is what you are calling about."

"No, I'm calling on hunter business," Mabel began.

"Do you need Ash? Cause I can have him call you when he gets up, just give me your name," Jo responded.

"No, I am calling to inform you guys of a death," Mabel stated trying to keep it together to at least make it through this phone call. "I just need to get the word out."

"Go on. Who was it and what happened?" Jo asked, Mabel knew that when Ellen got the story she would at least want the basics of what happened.

"Stanford Pines' great nephew, Dipper Pines." When his name left her lips it was barely audible. "He and his sister went after a nest of vampires and they got the better of them. Mabel was knocked unconscious and the bloodsuckers drained Dipper."

"Oh my god, what about Mabel is she alright?" Jo asked worry filling her voice.

"She's alright, a little lost maybe broken. I got there just in time to kill a couple of the vampires and save Mabel," Mabel answered.

"Where is she now? Can I talk to her?" Jo pleaded, and a few tears ran down Mabel's face. Jo was one of the few girls that Mabel could get along with besides Candy and Grenda, but they were distant now because she dropped everything to hunt down Bill Cipher to avenge the Grunkle that had become a father figure in her and Dipper's lives.

"After we burned Dipper's body Mabel left. She got into her car and drove away. So I don't know where she is or where she was headed, I'm sorry Jo," Mabel answered as calmly as she could.

"It's alright. We will find Mabel," Jo promised. "May I ask who is calling?"

"Of course, this is-" Mabel cut herself off by ending the call, she had got the message out.

The next thing she had to do was report Dipper missing at the nearest police department and give them what little information she had. The nest was somewhere in southern Ohio and now she was somewhere just over the border of Pennsylvania.

Mabel was about to leave when she saw a familiar book lying on Dipper's unslept in bed. His journal, the book that started it all. Mabel picked up the book and touched the cover, so many hunters had held this book and Dipper was the one that ended up with it. It was the journal that threw Dipper into this mess, if it wasn't for journal number 3 neither of them would have been drawn into the crazy life Mabel was left to live. But the book wasn't in her bag, the last time she had saw the thing Stan had it, before Bill took it from him when he fled. Now it was back with her and the message was clear, Bill Cipher was here and he is watching her.

"I blame you for this!" Mabel chucked the book against the wall, letting the pages of the journal press themselves against the dirty floor. "I don't worship you like he did, you are just a book. You should have a side note that warns everyone that once they start hunting things that they'll die! That message would have benefited Grandpa, Grunkle Stan and Dipper."

Mabel waited for another minute for the book to respond, but it wasn't going to it was just a book, paper with words on it and it was not what Mabel was truly angry with. "Maybe you should warn people that once you start, you can't stop. It's like an addiction, but it is purely revenge fueled or by an undying curiosity that is snuffed only by death. I live solely to avenge my Grunkle, my parents and Dipper. Think about that while I go deal with the police." She turned on her heels and went back out to the car.

Mabel hated police. She hated their questions. The way they stared at her like she was confessing a crime. It was like they were waiting for her to scream, "I killed my brother then burned his body! Cuff me." She was filling out a police report when the officer came back to her.

"Where did you last see your brother? And how long ago was that?" The officer prodded.

"We were somewhere in southern Ohio, I don't quite remember the name of the town we were near. The last time I saw him was late yesterday afternoon. We were beat up by a gang, and taken to their hide-out in the country. They knocked me out and by the time I came to, Dipper was gone." That wasn't a lie, except that it was a gang of vampires and they had only attacked because they had entered the nest, the biggest lie was that she never saw Dipper again but she couldn't say what really happened.

"So, yesterday at about what time Ms. Pines?"

"The last time I saw him was 3:30 almost 4 p.m. by the time I woke up it was dark, about 7 p.m.. It was too late for me to go to the police after I finally left. I spent hours looking for my brother, I just had to be sure that I wasn't leaving him tied up in that barn anywhere," Mabel explained.

"Ms. Pines, why didn't you call the police?" The officer asked.

"I didn't have cell service; it was like my phone was fried. After I spent a few hours there it died. So I just left and rented a room nearby to get some sleep," Mabel responded. "I came here as soon as I woke up this morning."

"Alright Ms. Pines, that is all we need from you. Don't worry, we will find him," the officer promised, not knowing that all they would find was a pile of ashes and a half-burned rosary. "I'll call you if we get any news."

Mabel nodded. "Thank you, Sir." She got up and left the police station.

The drive back to the motel was silent except for the sound of the engine even it was beginning to sound different. Instead of the usually happy, hopeful sounding hum it was low sad, like the hope that this old girl once held onto was gone, broken because she had lost all of her boys. "I know Diablo, I miss them too. It's just me and you now old girl. I wish they were still here, it would make things so much easier."

Mabel pulled the 1965 Coupe Deville into the motel parking lot and quickly went back to her room. When she got there she was surprised to find that journal number 3 was gone, that is what drove her into a mad dash to pack her stuff and get out of town. Mabel grabbed everything she had gotten out of the car and took it all back out.

After she threw her backpack back into the car, Mabel took the room keys back to the office to give to the clerk. When she slid the keys across the counter the clerk looked up from the book he was reading. The clerk was shocked to see her standing there, but he took the keys.

"Leaving so soon?" The clerk asked sounding disappointed.

Mabel just nodded in response, before gazing over the counter and looking at what the young guy was reading. It was journal 3. Her eyes narrowed to slits and she reached over the counter taking the book. "Where did you get this?" Mabel demanded.

The clerk walked out from behind the desk and stood in front of Mabel. "Have lunch with me," he demanded ignoring her question and everything in Mabel was screaming for her to just take the book and run, but before she could move the boy grabbed a hold of her taking her towards the motel's kitchen.

Every part of her was screaming at her to run but the boy had an iron grip on her wrist and breaking free would involve straining or breaking her wrist. He took her to a table and forced her to sit. Mabel looked at him incredulously, fingering the gun she kept tucked under her sweater.

"Don't do that Star." The boy's voice broke the silence and Mabel's eyes met his only to glare at him.

"Why? What do you want from me?" Mabel asked.

"I'm sorry for being rude; I just couldn't let you leave. I was struck by you, I've been thinking about you since last night. You're so beautiful," the boy muttered there was a low undertone in his voice that sounded all too familiar.

"Cristo!" Mabel yelled and the boy flinched, before a smirk plastered itself on his lips. "Hey there, Bill."

The boy's one eye turned completely yellow and the other was blank flushed white as he glanced over at Mabel. "What I wasn't sly enough for you Shooting Star?" Bill's familiar voice asked.

"Well, for starters only you call me that. Also, no guy approaches me because "I'm beautiful" or anything like that. I used to do that until I learned that the only attachment that I can have in this life is you Bill."

"Are you trying to butter me up?" Bill asked smirking at Mabel.

"No, and are we going to keep on with the casual talk, or is it time we get down to business?" Mabel asked, trying to keep all of her emotions in check while she talked to the demon.

"It's always business with you Shooting Star. So, how is Pine Tree doing?" Bill questioned shooting her a knowing glance. He knew.

"You act like you don't already know Bill, what happened to Mr. All-knowing Triangle guy? Are you losing your touch?" Mabel asked.

"I know what happened to Pine Tree. Those were my vampires; I helped the leader bring his future followers together. After that I set you and Pine Tree on the trail towards them. I honestly thought that you two could handle it, but I was wrong so very wrong," Bill explained sounding pleased with himself at first and then sounding almost disappointed.

"Your vampires? You mean we only went after them, because you made them and then proceeded to send us after them? Were you trying to get us killed?" Mabel asked, and as she thought about it the need to send Bill back to hell was almost more important than breathing at this point.

"Actually I thought it would be good training for you two, I have to get you prepared for the big leagues or at least I did until Pine Tree went and died on me." Bill's meat suit frowned, looking almost sad. The boy could've been sad, if Mabel didn't know the sarcastic self-absorbed demon that was possessing the boy in front of her.

"Why do you care if we are ready? You should want us dead," Mabel interjected, not getting what the arrogant ass in front of her was getting at.

"Oh believe me I do, but there is a running bet downstairs about which duo was going to be team hunters M.V.P.'s. It was between the Mystery Twins and the Winchester boys," Bill explained. "I'm going to lose the bet because Pine Tree went and died on me, leaving you the last Pines standing. Congrats Mabel, I never thought you would be the lone survivor."

"You keep saying that Dipper died on you! No, he died on me, Dipper wanted to kill you! The only reason we sought you out was to avenge Grunkle Stan," Mabel ranted. "If you are all-fucking-knowing then tell me how Dipper died!"

"You really want me to say it Shooting Star?" He paused and Mabel nodded. "You beheaded him, and then YOU burned his corpse. Your brother was turned into a vampire and instead of embracing his new life Pine Tree begged for you to end him, you just did as he told you like the obedient little yes-man you are. Your forgetting that I once walked around in your meat suit and I know everything about you, your feelings and how much you hated Dipper telling you what to do."

She ignored the instant flood of memories and thoughts that came along with what the demon said. Mabel's face flared red with anger, before she nearly growled at Bill. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now. If you know me like you say you do, give me a reason why I won't kill you." She kept her voice low, but the impact of her inner anger made even Bill shudder.

"Well you wouldn't want to kill the innocent civilian I am possessing, now would you? I mean you have enough blood on your hands without adding his into the mix," Bill sneered.

"Like you care whether he lives or dies Bill, I remember the ledge. That's not good enough," Mabel responded.

"That anger makes my meat suit all tingly. The ledge was a beautiful time that was the day me and Pine Tree struck our own deal. That's why I came here today make you a deal. I want to help you reunite with Pine Tree. Him dying wasn't part of my plan," Bill explained.

"Dipper made me promise that I wouldn't sell my soul for him. I can't break that promise; it's one of the last things he asked of me. And your plan? I don't want to live by your plan. Let me guess, me taking your deal is also part of your grand plan too? Well, I'm not doing it."

"It was never your choice Mabel. From your mother being killed to your brother finding that journal and everything in-between was part of my plan, I caused it all. I have a lot invested into you and Dipper, but to continue we need Dipper to be less dead. This deal is the only way you are going get him back," Bill said then his voice softened, "Don't you want to see your brother again? I thought he was the one person in life you would do anything for."

Mabel nodded. Of course she did, she wanted that more than anything. Dipper had been an ever present part of her life since before they were born and living without him was like when they tried to sleep in different rooms at the Shack, it was a horrible emptiness but this was permanent, more solid and morbid. "I promised..." Bill could tell he was breaking her and knew he would get her to cave shortly.

"Promised who? Pine Tree? He isn't here to stop you Mabel, you don't have to do everything your big brother tells you," Bill whispered in her ear as her head fell, resting itself on the table.

Her head snapped up and Mabel punched Bill in the face. "He wasn't the big brother, I was born first. It was my job to protect him from jerks like you and I failed, but I won't make the mistake of letting you walk away again." She drew her knife and was about to stab the man, when Bill smoked out of the boy with a bright flash of yellow light.

As soon as the boy's normal eyes stared at her in fear Mabel dropped the knife and let a chuckle escape her. "I can explain. Please don't call the cops."

The clerk reluctantly listened to her story and didn't call her crazy, because he saw what Bill was doing in his body and it scared the hell out of him. Mabel told him that she was leaving and would never come back. Even told him that she was on her way out when he grabbed her. He kept apologizing to her but it wasn't his fault. The clerk walked her out to the car. After Mabel checked that all of her bags were still in the car, the clerk peered into the Coupe Deville rubbing the back of his head.

"Ms. Pines," he began, biting his bottom lip nervously.

"It's Mabel," she stated smiling at him.

"Well, I was wondering if I could get your number..." The clerk trailed off.

"Sure, but I'm not really the kind of girl you want to get involved with," Mabel explained.

"I know, but I want your number just in case he comes back," he added.

"Alright." Mabel gave him her number, before giving him a peck on the cheek and getting into the car. "Take care of yourself, uh..."

"Jerry," he stated.

"Jerry."

"Goodbye Mabel."

After that Mabel pulled out of the parking lot and put the motel in her rearview mirror. She had no idea where she was headed, anywhere but home. That was the one place she couldn't go. One of the phones rang again, but this time it wasn't Soos it was Wendy calling Dipper's phone. She just let it go to voicemail, if Wendy didn't know the truth yet Mabel wasn't going to be the one to tell her. Then her phone rang, it was the Roadhouse probably Jo or Ellen calling 'cause they were worried about her. Those were just two more caring faces she could never see again, Mabel was running and not looking back. She was afraid of what she may see when she did.

As she drove on Mabel remembered what Dipper said about Dean, a smile graced her face at the thought of seeing him again. She quickly shook that away; Dean wouldn't want anything to do with her when he found out what she had done to Dipper. So she slammed her phone shut so she wouldn't have to see Dean's name highlighted there anymore and put it in the glove box.

That was when she realized one thing, Bill took the journal. The journal that had Dipper's extra notes and everything they had encountered and where. That book was like the remaining part of Dipper's soul and it was in Bill Cipher's hands. It was possibly the only thing that could bring Dipper's spirit back, she couldn't let that happen. Now she knew where she was going, on a hunt to find Bill Cipher to keep him from bringing Dipper back.