AN: We own nothing but one can only hope to have Sam and Dean locked up somewhere.

I woke up in my hotel room in Vegas, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. Even after four fucking years, I still have the same god damn nightmares. I thought I was over this shit – hell I haven't had a nightmare in over 3 years, but I guess my brain wants to rehash some shit.

The day that Edward Cullen left me heartbroken in the woods was the worst day of my life. After Sam Uley found me, I went into complete zombie mode. It took Charlie, my father and the town's chief of police, threatening to ship me off to Renee, my flakey, yet loving mother, to get me to snap out of it. I realized the shit I was doing wasn't right and got my life back together. I hung out with Jake more and more and pretty much became one of them. I had no ideas the secrets that they shared amongst each other until one night in the woods, I found out exactly who they were. From then on, their secret was mine and it brought me closer to the pack. I went cliff diving and even fell in love with Paul, the man whore of La Push. Jake, who thought for years that he was in love with me, eventually imprinted on Angela. She my best friend and one of the few from Forks who stuck it out with me.

I still remember the day that changed my life forever. I thought Edward leaving me was the worst thing that could happen. I had no idea that it could get worse.

Two years ago

"You fight like a girl," Paul said as we walked out of the woods behind my father's house.

"Says the boy who got slapped like a bitch when we first hung out." He smiled and grabbed my hand tight. He stopped suddenly at the back door and sniffed the air.

"Wait right here. Do not move, do not go anywhere."

I stood, nearly shaking. Only once had I been told to not go into my house and it was the day that Alice Cullen stopped by to check on me. She had a vision of me jumping off a cliff and thought I'd met my demise. After clearing up everything, she informed me that Edward was living apart and he was worried about me. I flipped my shit in that he couldn't come check on me himself and told Alice to never come back again. She left and I hadn't seen her since.

I stood at the back door of my house and Paul emerged, looking as though he'd seen a ghost. I stared blankly at him as he tried to find the words. I glanced down at his hands and they were covered in blood.

I remember falling to the ground and the earth spinning beneath me. I stood after I gained my composure and said, "I need to see him."

"No Bella, you are not going in there." I pushed Paul out of the way and made my way into the living room. My dad sat in his favorite chair, holding a can of beer. His throat was slashed ear to ear and his heart had been ripped out of his chest. I looked to my right and beneath his heart, which had been stabbed with a dagger, was a note addressed to me.

Not the one I wanted, but this is just a start. –V

I broke down, and screamed for the death of my father. Paul was there every day, trying to bring me back but there was no use – I was in my own personal hell. It was my fault that Charlie got killed; it was my fault that I brought this to our front door. Everything was my fault.

Paul finally said that he couldn't take it anymore and that I need to snap out of it. He told me I had the pack and I had him. I remember looking into his eyes and losing my breath. There was so much concern and love there that I snapped out of it again and decided to gather all of my strength. I finally got back to me but then again, Karma is a bitch.

About 4 months after Charlie died, Paul imprinted on some chick that walked into the car shop and who needed the oil changed on her car. I never blamed him or her but it still hurt. I decided then that I had to leave and start over. I began packing my belongings, donating most of the items to Goodwill and put the house up for sale. It sold quicker than I thought and as I began removing my dad's stuff from his room, I found a note addressed to me in an old safe-box in the top part of the closet.

Bella,

If you are reading this, something has happened and I'm dead. Do not cry or feel sad for me, I will be fine and so will you. I will always treasure the time we had together and just know that I will always love you.

I know this will sound weird, but if for some reason my death is suspicious, I need you to call this number. Ask for Bobby Singer and tell him about it. He will know what to do. 605-555-1378

I'm sorry baby girl about the things that you are going to find out about me. Please do not judge me to think I am crazy. It will make since soon.

I love you and always will sweetheart.

Love,

Dad

Present time

Located along with the note inside the safe-box was a journal. I know over the past two years I've read through ever single entry from front to back and all in all it's helped me become who I am to this day.

I'm a hunter.

I find those things that go bump in the night and I kill them. I've run across hunters of my kind before and never stuck around them. I was better off alone. It meant not having to worry about anyone else but me.

It's been two years and now I'm in a Vegas hotel room, plotting to take down a nest of vampires. Not the kind I am used to but a different kind. My eyes were tired of looking at the laptop screen and I decided to go down to the bar in the hotel.

The sounds of slot machines and jackpots filled my ears as I sat at the bar.

"Give me a shot of Jack and a beer. Surprise me." The bartender furrowed his brow but started in on my order.

"Starting a little strong there, don't you think?" I heard someone say from beside me.

I looked over and saw a guy who I'll admit was pretty damn sexy. He had short dirty blonde hair and the brightest green eyes I have ever seen. He was just about 6 foot tall and you could see that he was in good shape.

"I can handle my liquor, no need to worry," I say to him slyly.

"Dean Winchester," he said with his hand stretched out.

"Bella Swan," I say back taking his hand.

"So, what is a pretty lady like you, doing in a dump like this alone and in Vegas?" he asks while taking a swig of his beer. I have never wanted to be a beer bottle so much in my life.

"Well, I just needed to get away from home for a while; a change of scenery," I explain.

It wasn't a flat out lie. I can't just say 'well you see, there is a nest of blood thirsty leeches and I'm looking to go and cut all of their heads off.'

Not a real good opener.

"What about you, what are you doing here all alone?" I ask.

"Same as you, but I have my brother here," he tells me. We drink entirely too much and before I know what I've done, I'm waking up with the world's worst hangover and an arm draped over my waist. It takes me a moment to realize that I'm not only naked, but something heavy is weighing my finger down. My eyes go wide in shock and I nearly lose my shit.

What the fuck did I do last night!?