(Short. Probably the shortest chapter I have EVER written. But then again this is the prolog. I hope you enjoy it. Reviews are love. I'm all over this Supernatural crossover shit right now. Bella will be OOC but she's been hanging out with Sam and Dean Winchester what do you expect? She's changed. Like I said: Reviews are love.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or Supernatural. I wish I did though. Sam and Dean Winchester. Yum, yum, YUM!
I couldn't seep but there was nothing new about that. I could never sleep, not since Edward Cullen left me. That's funny, I never thought I would be able to think his name but I can. I grew up and I moved on. But for awhile I was only a shell of a person but then I met some people who shook me out of that. I've never seen Edward since that faithful day he left me. Grew out of hoping he would come to me. Tell me he always loved me and that he made a mistake. I was dumb to think that would happen. I could never move on by myself but I met someone. Isn't that the way how all doomed loves start? Oh, I was in love with someone who didn't love me back and then so-and-so came and I forgot all about that person. Well, mine and Sam Winchesters love was doomed from the beginning.
I mentally slapped myself for even thinking about it. I got out of bed and got ready for the day. Then, still in my sleep induced haze, went to make my breakfast. I was living in an apartment near my college campus. I was a sophomore. I hadn't seen Sam since my freshmen year. We always had an age difference between us but we were able to forget about it since I was at least legal. We met when Victoria was hunting me, the Winchester brothers came to the rescue and in the process I fell in love with Sam and he with me. He understood what it was like to have loved and lost. We just clicked. Then after the job was done he had to leave, but we stayed in contact and he visited. He had been visited less and less often though.
I was so wrapped up in my thoughts I didn't notice anyone else in the room until arms wrapped around my waist. For about a second I thought Sam but then I actually paid attention to how the body felt. Cold, hard, and not tall enough. I turned around fast, hitting whoever had me with my fist.
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