Authors note:

I have always wanted to do a crossover story with Twilight and Supernatural. So here you go this is my version of a crossover. I will be updating this periodically with my other two stories. Get ready for this long road with Baby.

I do not own Twilight or Supernatural.

"Sammy! What did you see?!" Dean shakes Sam's shoulders as if that will produce a quicker response from him. "I don't understand what I just saw. I don't know if she needs our kind of help or if she's just a sad girl." Sam says starring off into the cornfield out the back window of the impala.

Dean quickly gets irritated with Sam's lack of real information " Well, what the hell does that mean? Is it a case or isn't it?" Sam looks over at his hardened brother and immediately is over come with regret and sadness.

Sam has no idea what Dean went through in hell, and he was pretty sure he could never imagine the tortures his older brother faced.

The Dean he knew before seemed to be gone, and in his place was a hardened man, with secrets. Sam and Dean had no clue of what had the power to spring him from the depths of fell but Sam didn't care what saved him.

All he cared about was that his brother was back by his side doing what Dean once loved to do. Saving people, hunting things. The family business.

"I think it's a case... I mean I feel like it's a case. I'm not sure what it means exactly but I know she needs our help. I feel like this is different though. Almost as if she's going to help us too."

Sam says staring into his brother sharp green eyes. "What are you talking about... save us... how is someone going to save us? A girl at that. Is she a hunter?" Sam tries to recall everything he saw in the vision by he's not sure. But based on the flannel shirt the beautiful brunette was wearing it could be possible, he jokingly thinks.

"Anything in this little vision of yours tell us where to go?" Deans says starting his baby.

Sam quickly nods but hesitates with his answer " Umm... Forks, Washington..."

Deans head snaps over to look at Sam "Forks, Washington? So... Do you want me to drop you off at Stanford on the way? You've been dying to get away from me since before everything happen. Might as well go now." Dean says starting the car and heading down a long road.

Sam shakes his head and then leans it down closing his eyes so that he can take a nap for this long ride to Washington. "Dean I'm not going anywhere. You might think you don't need me...but you do. You're not getting rid of me."

Deans looks on towards the road planning to drive the full fourteen hours straight to Washington. He didn't want to sleep, he didn't want to put his guard down and hope that he was back for good.

He was still waiting to wake up and be told from a demon that believing he made it out... was just another form of torture for them. And if he was truly out he still didn't understand what was so special about him that deserved saving.

He felt tha he had become the thing he hated the most, a monster.

-OVO-

BPOV

Even during the day I could hear his voice replaying over and over again.

"Bella, I don't want you to come with me."

"You're not good for me, Bella."

"Don't do anything reckless or stupid."

"Bella, I don't want you to come with me."

"You're not good for me, Bella."

"Don't do anything reckless or stupid."

"Bella, I don't want you to come with me."

"You're not good for me, Bella."

"Don't do anything reckless or stupid."

CHARLIE'S FIST CAME DOWN ON THE TABLE. "THAT'S IT, Bella! I'm sending you home."

I looked up from my cereal, which I was pondering rather than eating, and stared at Charlie in shock.

"I am home," I mumbled, confused.

"I'm sending you to Renee, to Jacksonville," he clarified.

Charlie watched with exasperation as I slowly grasped the meaning of his words.

"What did I do?" I felt my face crumple... no one wanted me around.

Charlie was scowling.

"You didn't do anything. That's the problem. You never do anything."

"You want me to get into trouble?" I wondered, my eyebrows pulling together in mystification. I made an effort to pay attention. Just going through the motions.

"Trouble would be better than this... this moping around all the time! Your just walking around like a damn zombie!"

I look down at the table at his words.

"I am not a zombie moping around."

I sighed and tried to put some animation into my response.

"Bella you graduated almost two months ago... you got accepted into so many colleges even into Stanford! Standford! My baby girl got into standford with scholarships and you're not even making any effort to go. What do you want to do with your life?

"I'm sorry, Dad." My apology sounded a little flat, even to me. I'd thought I'd been fooling him. Keeping Charlie from suffering was the whole point of all this effort. How depressing to think that the effort had been wasted.

"I don't want you to apologize. I want you to be happy and live your life."I

I sighed. "Then tell me what you do want me to do."

"Bella," he hesitated, scrutinizing my reaction to his next words. "Honey, you're not the first person to go through this kind of thing, you know."

"I know that." My accompanying grimace was limp and unimpressive.

"I'mfine."

He ignored me. "Maybe, well, maybe if you talked to someone about it. A professional."

"You want me to see a shrink?" My voice was a shade sharper as I realized what he was getting at.

"I think after all this time...Maybe it would help."

"And maybe it wouldn't help one little bit."

I didn't know much about psychoanalysis, but I was pretty sure that it didn't work unless the subject was relatively honest. Sure, I could tell the truth - if I wanted to spend the rest of my life in a padded cell.

His fist came down on the table again. "We both know what's really going on here, Bella, and it's not good for you." He took a deep breath. "It's been over a year . No calls, no letters, no contact. You can't keep waiting for him."

I glowered at him.

This whole subject was utterly forbidden, as he was well aware.

"I'm not waiting for anything. I don't expect anything. I just need time away from school...just a year off and then I'll go. " I said in a low monotone.

"Bella - ," Charlie began, his voice thick.

"I have to get to work," I interrupted, standing up and yanking my untouched breakfast from the table. I dumped my bowl in the sink without pausing to wash it out. I couldn't deal with any more conversation. I was already drained and the day had yet to truly begin.

"I promise to make plans with Jessica," I called over my shoulder as I grabbed my purse , not meeting his eyes. "Maybe I won't be home for dinner. We'll go to Seattle and watch a movie."

-OVO-

Jessica and I were on a short stretch of unlit sidewalk. The fancy shops lining the street were all locked up for the night, windows black. Half a block ahead, their were flashing lights leading to a club and across the street from

us was a run down bar.

I look over the building as we walk passed it catching four men standing on the side of it starring at Jessica and I.

I glanced back at Jessica. Her eyes were fixed on the path ahead and she moved briskly. She didn't look frightened - just wary, trying to not attract attention to herself.

I paused without thinking, looking back at the four men with a strong sense of déjà vu. This was a different road, a different night, but the scene was so much the same. I couldn't help myself as I stopped and turned toward them.

"Bella?" Jess whispered. "What are you doing?"

I shook my head, not sure myself. "I think I know them..." I muttered.

What was I doing? I should be running from this memory as fast as I could, blocking the image of the four evil men from my mind.

My body remembered it better than my mind did; the tension in my legs as I tried to decide whether to run or to stand my ground, to try to fight or flea, the dryness in my throat as I struggled to build a decent scream, the tight stretch of skin across my knuckles as I clenched my hands into fists, the chills on the back of my neck when the dark-haired man called me "sugar."...

There was an indefinite, implied kind of menace to these men that had nothing to do with that other night. I knew without a doubt they were dangerous.

"Bella, come on!"

I ignored her, walking slowly forward without ever making the conscious decision to move my feet.

Something unfamiliar beat through my veins.

I saw no reason for fear. I couldn't imagine anything in the world that there was left to be afraid of, not physically at least.

"Bella! You can't go in a bar!" she hissed.

"I'll be okay go on without me," I said absently, shaking her hand off. "I just want to see something..."

"Are you crazy?" she whispered. "Are you suicidal?"

"No, I'm not." My voice sounded defensive, but it was true. I wasn't suicidal.

Remembering that promise. I felt a twinge of guilt.

Jess's eyes were round, her mouth hung open. Her question about suicide had been rhetorical, I realized too late.

"Go home," I encouraged her, waving toward the fast food. I didn't like the way she looked at me. "I'll call you later."

I turned away from her, back to the men who were watching us with amused, curious eyes.

"Bella, stop this right now!"

My muscles locked into place, froze me where I stood. Because it wasn't Jessica's voice that i heard yelling at me now. It was a furious voice, a familiar voice, a beautiful voice - soft like velvet even though it was irate.

It was his voice.

In the second that I heard his voice, everything was very clear.

"Go back to Jessica. Go home." the lovely voice ordered, still angry. "You promised - nothing stupid."

I was alone. Jessica stood a few feet from me, staring at me with frightened eyes. Against the wall, the strangers watched, confused, wondering what I was doing, standing there motionless in the middle of the street. I didn't understand myself.

I shook my head, trying to understand. I knew he wasn't there, and yet, he felt improbably close, close for the first time since... since the end. I knew somehow that whatever I was doing was bringing him back... some part of him at least.

"Keep your promise." The voice was slipping away, as if the volume was being turned down on a radio.

"Go Jessica." I say leaving no room to argue as I walk fast across the street and towards the bar doors.

Authors note:

This was a short chapter for our introduction. The "real" chapter's will be longer than this one. This story will mainly be from Bella's point of view. I promise Bella will be meeting the Winchesters next chapter. See you soon!

Until then reviewers get a tease of what's to come.

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-WUTIZLYFE