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Chapter One

November 3

"-roasting on an open fire… Jack Frost nipping at your-"

Christmas music already.

With a quiet sigh, the brunette flipped off the ancient radio and turned her eyes back to the deserted road. It was cold, the poor excuse of a heater did nothing to ward off the chilly November winds and the odd creaking squeal told her that her newer piece of junk wasn't going to last much longer with out some repair.

She was in Kentucky somewhere. Though, everywhere she had been looked pretty much the same when she drove the quiet roads at all hours of the night.

A long yawn escaped her lips. Her eyes watered and she blinked rapidly at the never ending yellow lines.

She definitely needed to sleep.

Where was she exactly? What town? She didn't have a clue. And all the could see in front of her was the long stretch of road.

No cars.

No lights.

Everything was dark. She'd been living in the dark for almost a year now, preferring the subtle light of the moon and stars over the harsh blinding sun. Everything was better at night. It was quiet. There was a certain solace that she embraced whole heartedly with out consequence.

No… she realized. There was a light. Just off in the distance was a small dim light. Anywhere with civilization would work. At least if something happened someone could hear her scream. She released a long breath and forced her eyes open and continued driving, watching the small light grow ever so slightly as she came closer.

As she pulled on to the gravel parkway, the rocks popping and cracking under her tires, she looked up at the flickering 'BAR' sign and pulled a sour face.

A bar…. Of all the places to pull up to, I find a place I can't even go in..

Rolling her mocha eyes heavenward she pulled her car off to the side of the bar, out of the light and into the shadows where hopefully she would go unnoticed.

This would have to do. Its not like it would have been the first time she'd had to stay somewhere more unsavory. She let car run for just a few more minutes trying to get every bit of heat she could. Just for good measure to slapped the palm of her hands down on her dashboard a few times. She knew it didn't help but it made her feel better.

She missed her truck, but the poor thing didn't last long and her dad had gotten this from his deputy. But she had to admit, the old rusted station wagon had character.

Making sure all the doors where locked she grabbed the blanket from the backseat and wrapped it around herself bringing with it the smell of home.

The dark haired girl made a face as she flipped the ignition off, quickly grabbed the tire-iron that laid in the floor and laid down in the seat, clutching her phone, and her weapon to her chest. She knew the things that could happen in the dark all by yourself.

Well, she had some idea.

She was a danger magnet after all.

Her brows furrowed at the thought as she closed her eyes.

She always tried her hardest not to think of him.

Not to think of them.

It hurt to think of them. It was different then the all encompassing pain and grief that she'd felt after they'd left her. It was more of an ache. An ache that she could forget about, but if she were to slip and remember, that seemingly forgotten ache would throb with ferocity.

It's like when a loved one has died, she supposed, but she wasn't quite sure on that either. What would they say if they could see me?…

She let out a huff and shook her head to herself and burrowed deeper in the thick blankets. Even if Alice had the thought of watching, she doubted it would be positive.

Bella Swan had changed that year. She'd learned that if you were alone, no one could hurt you. She'd learned that when you trust someone and you let yourself feel for them, that you're asking for pain. She'd learned to never trust anyone, because no matter how much you think you know someone, you never really do. She just wished she'd known all this then. Maybe things would have been different.

Maybe she never would have gone to Forks.

Maybe she never would have met Edward.

Met his family.

Maybe she never would have gotten close to Jake.

Maybe she never would have let Charlie down.

But maybe's and what-if's didn't help anyone, and they certainly never helped Bella.

The loud whistle of the blistering wind was the last thing she heard before she gave in to the calming whispers of sleep.

But sleep didn't comfort her very long.

A shrill, almost inhuman shriek and a loud thump pierced the night air causing Bella to shoot up panting, clutching the tire iron in a vice like grip. Her eyes quickly focused on a face smashed against the driver side window. His black hair blended in with the night sky as his pale alabaster skin was a shocking opposite. She could tell he was Asian, and probably just a few years older then herself. She supposed he would have been a good looking man if it wasn't for all the blood on his face. Her eyes widened and she inhaled sharply and flung herself against the passenger side door, never once loosing grip of her weapon.

But just as quickly as the face had been there, he was gone.

And then everything happened so fast. She heard panting, the tell tale sighs of fighting with loud punches of flesh against flesh.

What the hell?

Her heart sped up her breaths came in rapid succession and her hands went clammy. Cautiously she focused her eyes on the moving forms.

But just as she focused in on the two grappling forms, the slightly larger one pushed away the Asian man, brought up something metallic that caught the light of the moon, and with a short whistle of the weapon cutting through the air it had quickly severed the Asian mans head.

No no no no no no!

This cannot be happening. Someone was just decapitated in front of her! She was going to die. Her life was not supposed to end like this. She had been chased down and attacked by a vampire, hell, basically lived with vampires, only to be killed by a psycho killer hillbilly behind a bar.

Lurching from her frozen position she quickly moved back into the driver seat and with shaky hands tried to put the keys back in the ignition.

This is how it's going to end. The psycho hillbilly is going to chop her into little pieces and burry her in his petunia garden.

Her breathing was now ragged, sluggish pants. Her hands continued shaking. Just as she felt a wave of relief wash over her as she put the key into the ignition a loud bang sounded next to her left ear. On instinct she screamed and ducked down.

Oh Alice, why couldn't you have been watching when I need you! Bella gripped the tire iron so hard her hands were throbbing. She squeezed her eyes as tight as she could. She at least didn't want to see it coming.

But a soft knock, so unexpected, forced her eyes open and she locked gazes with a man who was looking at her with a frustrated frown on his face and a bloody axe in his hands. Bella didn't think her eyes could have widened any more, but they did. With a deep gulp she pointed the tire iron at him and grabbed her phone.

"I called the cops!" she yelled the lie, with firmness she hoped. The man quirked a dark brow and shook his head.

"No you didn't, now open the door, we need to have a talk," his voice was deep and gravely. She quickly shook her head.

Right… like I'm going to listen to Mr. Psycho Hillbilly, you're not chopping me to pieces.

"I don't think so!" she screeched back at him. It looked as if he sighed and rolled his eyes. She watched with wide eyes as he dropped the bloody axe, shuffle for a moment with something in his pocket and then small cracks and pops within the door.

He's breaking in!

Swallowing a scream she fumbled around for the passenger side, she pulled up the lock and threw open the door, all the while trying not to lose her weapon. If she lost that she had no hope. She heard the driver side door open and a deep breath.

A panic sound ripped from her throat as she pushed herself out the door, her hands hit the gravel first and she crawled out of the car quickly before he could grab her.

Move! Just keep moving! Don't let him get a hold of you! she heard Charlie's voice growl in her head. And don't turn your back on him.

Bella quickly pushed herself to her fumbling feet and spun around raising the tire iron in her fists as she walked backwards.

But the man didn't seem inclined to move faster. He calmly walked around the car to her. She noticed with a small sense of relief that he still didn't have the bloody axe.

Don't let him get close to you. Charlie said again. Bella nodded to herself and backed up every step he got closer.

The man raised his hands but continued forward not looked concerned at all about what the tire iron might do to his skull.

"Get away from me!" Bella screeched once again, she shook the weapon as she forced the words out for emphasis.

"Now you just listen here. You need to put that down and calm you ass down." The man said in that gravely voice. Bella just shook her head quickly.

"I don't think so! I'm not getting chopped to pieces! Nuh-uh!" Bella's voice was so high pitched that the sound almost hurt her own ears, so she understood why Psycho Hillbilly winced.

"I'm not going to chop you up into pieces, but I might just gag you if you don't stop that screeching, girl." she roughly whispered. Bella gulped and backed up again. She turned her head ever so slightly to try and see what was behind her. How much room did she have to run before she ran into a tree.

But that distraction was enough for the man to act. She saw him move out of her peripheral, her stomach dropped, she tensed, and on instinct swung the tire iron like a Louisville slugger.

Bella heard the thud it made against the man's shoulder, heard his curse, and just as the foul word left his lips he seemed to move, with a powerful and quick downward slash of his right hand she tire iron flew from her grasp, the man continued through grabbing her hand jerking her around so that her back was pressed to his chest and he held her arms down at her side.

Not good, not good! Bella didn't hear her father this time, she couldn't even really put together coherent sentences. All she could do was thrash around, try to kick, bite and head but.

"Calm down! Now!" the voice whispered yelled in her ear. She stilled afraid and defeated. He had her. He was stronger then her.

She was going to die.

Bella could feel him pulling her back to another direction but all the fear that was quickly pumping through her veins paralyzed her, and all she could think about was Charlie. She'd once thought that when the time came that she would die, that she would see his face. That she would see those beautiful golden gems that use to make her heart race, what seemed to be forever ago. But she saw her fathers face. She saw Charlie's dark brown eyes, so much like her own, bloodshot and watering. She saw the despair on his face that she knew she had caused. A tight knot lodged in her throat and her eyes stung.

"Please… don't," she pleaded, her voice barley a whisper. She felt the man huff as he turned her around so that she was facing him. She didn't look at him.

So when she felt him push her to sit down on the bed of a truck that was also parked in the shadows, she looked up at him. He stood there with his arms crossed over his chest, staring at her.

"What are you doing at 'Al's'" he questioned.

"Sleeping, I'm just passing through." she answered quickly, her heart still pounding.

"Passing through," he repeated, she didn't understand where he was going with this.

"yeah.." she trailed off unsure.

"Aren't you a little young to be on your own?" he questioned looking down at her with a frown.

"I'm 19." was all that she replied. The man looked at her again with unreadable eyes and took a deep breath.

"And what, did you happen to see back there?" he questioned, his mouth pinched in displeasure.

"Nothing!" was her automatic response. She knew that was stupid, he knew that she saw. "Look," she tried again as he raised his eye brows and his moth quirked. "I won't say anything. I promise!"

The man was quiet for a long time, he just looked at her with eyes that she knew had seen too much. She could recognize the look. She'd seen it in the mirror everyday for those first few months after they had left.

After what felt like an hour, the man sighed a deep heavy sigh, ran a hand over his scruffy face and sat down next to her.

"What's your name, kid?" he asked with tiredness lacing his voice.

"Bella." she replied back quietly. What the hell was going on? She was confused. One minute he was hacking a guys head off, the next he looked like a wounded puppy.

"Well Bella, you just stepped into something," he started, she couldn't stop herself from tilting her head to look at him. "That guy there, the one I…" he trailed off making a slicing motion across his neck. Bella winced. The man huffed again and looked at her square in the eyes. "He was a vampire, and he wasn't alone"

For a moment, a tiny moment Bella thought she might still be sleeping. Or maybe this was some sick joke that the local rednecks like to pull on outsiders. But looking at the man she could tell he believed what he was saying. Bella took a deep breath, shut her eyes, and bit her lip.

"A vampire?" she asked but they both could hear the obvious doubt dripping from her words. She winced. The man's eyes narrowed.

"Yeah, a vampire." he grumbled. Bella nodded. Maybe if she just went along with Psycho Hillbilly man's delusions, he would let her go. She knew that poor man he'd killed wasn't a vampire. Absentmindedly she rubbed the scar on her wrist.

She knew vampires, and vampires weren't that easy to kill.

"Okay, I belie-" she stated to placate him but was interrupted when a hand caught her wrist in a vice grip. Bella gasped and instinctively tried to pull away. She looked up to see the man's eyes trained on the scar.

The scar.

Bella shuddered and swallowed convulsively.

"And just where did you get this?" he asked with a hard look. Bella was already shaking her head. He sighed again. "What happened?" he asked, this time a bit softer, but she still shook her head. The man looked between her and her scar for a few minutes, not saying a word. But suddenly he released her wrist and stood up and turned to face her.

"Now, we both know what type of scar that is, and we both know how someone gets one. So what's gonna happen is that we are gonna go in to that bar, and you're gonna explain how you're still alive," he looked so serious that Bella didn't respond at all, just looked at him wide eyed. "understand, kid?" he asked again. Bella nodded. He grabbed her arm and started to walk to the entrance of the bar, halfway there he tilted his head and looked back at her bid round eyes looking up at him with fear. He gave a small quirk of his lips and started to speak.

"My names John Winchester by the way." he drawled before they disappeared inside.

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first crossover story, as well as my first Supernatural or Twilight fic. This fic just kinda came about on a whim, and I'm just running with it. I'm not perfect and this story probably wont be either. There may be spelling, grammatical, or plot mistakes, but its fiction and I am in fact a human. Therefore I will make mistakes in my writing. Everyone makes them. Me, you, Johnny Depp... So go with the flow and relax, this is all for fun. :) I'll be working on the next chapter as soon as I can. I hope you enjoy!