Chapter 1

The timeline for this fic is season one in-between skin and home. I will basically be doing my own version of season one supernatural with Bella in the mix and some different hunts as well as the ones we all know and love.

I own nothing, not twilight, and unfortunately not Sam or Dean

Enjoy!

It had been three years since I had settled in this sleepy little town, three tedious boring years, but I had kept my promise, well mostly. I hadn't purposely travelled, contacted any of my old friends or hunted. I had tried to lead a normal life, but once you knew you could never be completely normal. If you heard something go bump in the night you couldn't write it off when you knew. If you saw something out of the corner of your eye you couldn't make yourself believe that it was just your eyes playing tricks on you. If the hairs on the nape of your neck stood on end you didn't just ignore it, not when you knew. And I knew, I had known for as long as I could remember.

Both my parents had been killed when I was just a toddler, by a demon attack and I had been brought up by my father's closet friend Bobby Singer, Uncle Bobby to me. I had been trained to fight, to hunt from the age of about 5 onwards; I could take down an opponent five times my size in seconds. Bobby though, after seeing so many of his loved ones killed on the hunt, had decided that I needed to have a normal life, normal experiences, well at least until I was old enough to make my own decisions.

So I had moved to the little town of Forks with one of Uncle Bobby's closet friends Charlie, who was acting as my father. I had gone through the monotony that was high school here in Forks I had got a part time job and I had mostly stayed of trouble. Mostly.

Now though I was in trouble, I had just turned 20 and I wasn't going to college despite the full ride I had been offered by a couple of schools. I had gotten a job at a hotel in Seattle to save my first two thousand before I returned to, what I considered, my normal life. Charlie had moved onto the next hunt after finding out what I intended to do, we hadn't parted as friends.

"So your just gonna' throw your life away Bella is that it? After everything Bobby's done for you? Hell after everything I've done for you?" Charlie screamed at me, his face was turning an unnatural shade of purple.

"Charlie", I had replied to him calmly, in the hope that if I was cool and collected his blood pressure might lower slightly, he might not be my actual dad but I still cared about him, we had been together for three years after all. "Except for the last three years hunting is all I've ever known. I don't fit in here, this town, this role, this lifestyle. God knows I appreciate what you and Bobby have done for me, and why. Charlie I am not doing this to hurt anyone, I am doing this to save people and so I can be myself."

Charlie scowled at me then sighed. "Good luck kid." He mumbled before taking off without a look back.

I could really use Charlie now though, hell I could really use anyone, I may be a kickass hunter but this was way too much even for me. I was torn about what to do, should I call Charlie back, should I ring Bobby, or should I just back off?

I really didn't want to ring Charlie, not when I knew that I had hurt him, I knew he would come back for me but I didn't want to feel like I was using him, even if I knew he wouldn't see it that way. I thought seriously about walking away from the hunt and moving on, but I knew I couldn't. I couldn't leave these people here to just cope. That and I felt the stupid need to prove myself again, show that I was back and an even bigger hard ass than before I left the fold. Idiotic maybe but true. I guess that I wasn't torn anymore; I only had one option left. Well one that I could live with anyway.

Before I rang Bobby though I was going to have to do something, I needed to get the courage to actually ring my uncle who would no doubt be furious with me. With this thought ringing in my mind I drove out to Seattle booked a room at the hotel where I worked with my staff discount and headed to the nearest bar. Yup before ringing Bobby I needed to get slightly drunk and maybe even have a good brawl at the same time.

The bar I walked into was a complete dive, a classic rock and roll bar, the patrons almost all aged and dirty looking. Most turned and stared at the small brunet walking alone into their bar, they quickly looked away again. I really needed to go back to my natural colours soon, being unnoticeable in the real world was desirable but when scamming, or hustling on a hunt not so good, I would find a cheap salon in the morning to go back blonde.

I walked to the bar and ordered a shot of tequila asking the grizzly looking bar man to keep them coming, he complied but not before asking to see my id, not a problem for me, even when I was civilian I carried at least three id's at all times, never know when you may want to be legal.

I was downing shot after shot, so I was fairly toasted when a gnarled old hand appeared on my shoulder, brilliant, I smiled inwardly.

"Hey beautiful, you look like you could use a good time." The owner of the hand rasped at me. I smirked to myself before turning to face my would be suitor.

"I'm good thanks." I smiled politely at him before turning back to my next shot. The man was a lot older than me at least in his early fifties, he had long dirty white hair and looked as if he was badly in need of a bath and his breath stank.

"Oh come on baby why you gotta be like that?" The old guy leered at me and grabbed my wrist. Oh dear strike two.

"I said no." I replied my voice holding no steel to it like it could if I needed it to. I yanked my wrist out of his surprisingly strong grip and downed the last shot I knew I would be getting here tonight relishing the burn as it went down.

"I think that you've really had too many to know what you want right now honey, I know what you want. Me." He sneered at me and grabbed my upper arm dragging me off the stool I had been frequenting. Strike three and your out.

I quickly swung round and elbowed the old guy in the face breaking his hold on me yet again and also by the sound of it his nose as well. Just as I knew they would his buddies stood up, two equally disgusting men one of which was huge seriously built like a wrestler. This just got interesting, time to find out how rusty I really was.

The smaller of the creeps friends rushed me and I quickly side stepped him the force of his lunge carried him into the bar. He regained his composer pretty quickly and ran at me again just as the mountain man went for me I back flipped out of the way and the two men collided, I sent a roundhouse kick to the smaller mans face as he went to get up knocking him out. I turned to face the other guy who tried to land a punch to my face, I grabbed his arm and flipped him over onto his back, I then quickly placed my stiletto heel of my boot onto a spot in the crook of his shoulder pressed down and saw him pass out.

Hell yeah I've still got it.

I turned passed the awestruck drinkers and headed out the door to do something much more terrifying than face a couple of guys in a bar fight. I headed back to the hotel to call Bobby.

Bobby answered on the fourth ring. "Bells?" He asked quietly, as if he was as scared of me as I was of him.

"Yeah Uncle Bobby it's me." I answered back just as hesitantly. Looks like we were both just as worried as the other about our reactions after almost a year of no contact.

"Bella, are you ok? Where are you? Where's Charlie?" Bobby sounded almost frantic, almost as though he had been expecting bad news sooner or later, which being a hunter he surely had been.

"Bobby I'm in Seattle, Charlie left on a hunt about two months back, but I'm sure he filled you in." I took a deep breath and clamed myself before getting into the real reason for calling my estranged uncle. "Bobby I need help."

I heard a sharp intake of breath on the other end; Bobby was probably thinking the worst. "How bad Bells?"

"Not apocalyptic but I can't deal by myself. I hate asking for help you know that but this is pretty bad and you know I can't walk away."

"Bella, this is why I wanted you out, I don't want you hurt." I heard him sigh to himself knowing that I wouldn't back down, that I couldn't back down; I knew that for the moment the worst was over; I also knew that I would have to face his wrath next time I saw him. "Ok, fine, fine. I'll send help, should be with you in a day or two. Stay at yours in Forks for the time being. Help will come there for you. Be safe and be careful Bella."

"You too Bobby, and thanks."

"Anytime Bells, you know that."

We hung up and I breathed easier knowing Bobby was safe and that help was on its way. I wonder who Bobby would send John, Gordon, Frank?

I slept easier than I had in a while knowing that the people of Seattle would soon be safer.

When I woke I went to see my boss to arrange time off so that I could still get paid, he was accommodating saying I could have up to two weeks with holiday pay effective immediately. I just hoped two weeks was long enough.

My next job was to return to my blonde locks, finding a cheap hairdresser I was out and back au natural in just a couple of hours.

I headed back to Forks to wait for help, knowing that it really couldn't come soon enough.

It had been two days and I was bored shitless waiting in the house, I decided that a couple of hours at the dodgy bar outside of Forks couldn't hurt, hopefully there were a couple of marks there I could hustle pool with, make back the money I spent on my hair.

Twenty minutes later I pulled up outside the grungy bar looking every inch the blonde bimbo I wanted to. I had on a short denim skirt a low cut black vest top, high black heels and my black leather jacket. Teamed with my old blonde locks loosely curled I looked like a bimbo out for a pick-up. Perfect.

Stepping into the bar I walked slowly to get myself a drink clocking my marks as I did. There was a group of three young men who were obviously on a road trip in between semesters at college. They were loud confidant and checking me out, stupid punks.

I sat at the bar and ordered a vodka coke, not my favourite but if I was playing the part I had to get a girly drink to go with it. Not two minutes later one of the college kids came over just as I knew they would.

"Hey sweet thang." He drawled at me, and I swear I threw up a little in my mouth. I forced it down and smiled coyly at him, looking up from under my eyelashes. "What you doin' here all alone?"

I batted my eyes a bit more before replying in a high giggly girly voice that made me want to slap myself. "Well I got like an hour to kill before I meet my friends; we're like going to play pool with a couple of their boyfriends." I giggled at the end, internally rolling my eyes.

The guy took the bait though hook line and…. "Well why don't you come get a bit of practice with me before you head over then." Sinker.

I giggled again. "Yeah, sure. But I like totally suck at it." I looked downcast at this, sighing as I looked at the floor.

Frat boy pulled my head up to look at him and frowned seeing the dejected look on my face. "What's wrong sweet thing?"

"Oh it's nothing, it's just they all like play for money and I like normally end up loosing like a couple hundred." I saw his eyes light up at this obviously delighted at seeing a quick buck to be made, as well as a potential lay. The bar man looked at me and smirked, he could see my act a mile off and tipped me a wink, at least I wouldn't get thrown out for hustling.

Three games of pool later and I was up by three hundred bucks, my play mates were not happy though and the leader who had approached me grabbed my arm. Again the barman smirked and went over to the juke box. Next thing I know Pinks Trouble was blaring out over the speakers just as frat boy pushed me into the wall.

I grabbed him and tossed him out the window. The other two looked at me in shock before rushing me at the same time.

I'm trouble
Yeah trouble now
I'm trouble ya'll
I disturb my town
I'm trouble
Yeah trouble now
I'm trouble ya'll
I got trouble in my town

The chorus came on and I dodged the first guy while swinging for the second, my fist connected and he went down. The first guy came back and I took his legs out by sweeping them out from under him with my leg.

Just as the first guy got back up the door to the bar burst open with force, and I saw two figures silhouetted against the mid-afternoon sun, that second of distraction was a second too long. One of the guys had grabbed me from behind while the second took a shot to my face and unfortunately connected. Shit that hurt. I leant forward and brought my head back with speed, it connected with the guy's head that was holding me and I felt him go down. I brought my head up in time to see the last frat boy get knocked out by a very good shot from a very familiar face.

"Hells Bells nice to see you haven't changed, just as peaceful as always." A deep voice from next to me spoke up.

"Sammy?" I questioned, this was definitely not a face I had expected to see I was sure that he was in college, living a "normal" life. He smiled his bright smile at me before lifting me into a big bear hug.

"Come on Sammy boy share the goods." The voice was so familiar it could have been yesterday I had heard it rather than three years ago.

I turned and looked into deep green eyes, before being swept into another hug this one gentler, almost intimate. That was probably wishful thinking on my behalf though.

"Dean." I said in an almost reverent voice before returning the hug burying my face into his soft leather jacket and breaking down for the first time in all the time I had been gone. For the first time in three years and three months I felt safe.

Dean felt me shaking against him as I struggled to hold in my sobs, I felt him turn to Sam. "Time to go Sam," He said in an un-characteristically low voice. He pulled me even tighter into him and moved us carefully toward where I knew the exit was. "Come on Bells" he mumbled against my head as he swept me toward the door. Safe in his arms, with Sam by our side.

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