"Where the hell is he?" she grumbled in frustration, tapping her foot impatiently as she waited for Dean to come back from wherever he had been and get this show back on the road.

Bella Swan was anything but patient. She was not new to the life, she was even born into it, but that didn't help her ADHD-like impatience and fidgeting. She could only focus and turn that off when her mind was focused on a hunt.

No one knew why she was always jittery. Why she moved with constant caution, like every room she stepped in was filled with booby traps. In her short time in Forks trying to escape her life, it didn't leave. It even attracted a coven of vampires and a pack of temperamental shifters.

She wanted to be normal for a change. But Bella Swan could never be normal. When her mother, (her real one, mind you. Not Renee.) died in a house fire, it was like she was cursed with imperviousness. Demon glamour couldn't work on her, or certain mind-reading attempts. She just bounced them back. A shield, Dean liked to say. The nightmares she got weren't so pretty either.

Speaking of Dean, if he wasn't here by the count of five, Bella was scratching the Impala's paint job with her nails.

As if reading her mind, Dean skidded past a corner and practically dive-bombed into the Impala. "GET IN!" he roared. She slipped in the passenger seat easily and closed the door with a tiny thud.

"What the hell, Dean?" she blurted, glancing backward where apparently angry townspeople were attempting to chase them out. "What the fuck did you do?"

"They're all possessed!" he huffed. "Insane little freaks, trying to claw my eyes out 'cause I was gonna buy some pie!" Grumbling, he turned an expert left and steered into the highway, effectively escaping the wrath of the townspeople.

"Possessed by what?" Bella asked. "I don't know. Couldn't get a clear look while I was running for my life, actually," he replied with a bite of attitude. "Sheesh, Dean, what crawled up in your ass and gave birth?" Bella snapped, irritated with Dean's attitude. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe it was when I was running for my life when I tried to buy pie. Have you ever had the feeling of having to part with your beloved pie because batshit-crazy people chase you out of their town?" he asked angrily.

Ah, so it was the pie. He was still bitter.

"Don't bitch, Dean. There'll be more pie," Bella said soothingly, patting the aggrieved driver's back comfortingly. He perked up. "Will you make some?" he asked hopefully, glancing at her momentarily, eyes shining.

"Sure, why not. Get us a room with a kitchen, 'kay?" Bella gave in. Dean whooped. "You sure bet your ass I will!" With that all done, he was about to blast his music, but Bella stopped him. "Don't," she admonished. "Sam's sleeping, turn it down low."

With a martyred sigh, Dean rolled the volume down.

"Where we going next, Dean?" Bella asked, breaking the silence between the two. "Vampire hunting in Washington," he said immediately and clamped his mouth shut. "Shit, sorry Bells."

"It's fine. What kind of vampires?" she asked, business-like as she reclined the seat a little bit, preparing for a nap. "Cold ones," he said hesitantly. "Perfect. I've got just the song for this." Bella grinned, sitting up again.

The drums filled the car at a low volume. It took a moment for Dean to remember the song. It was rock, but a little new for him. "Huh," he said in amusement as he realized the song's title. "Real perfect, Bells," he grinned, glancing at her to see that she was fast asleep, a lock of her chocolate brown hair covering her ivory face tinted with pink.

He just turned his attention back to the road, smiling. The song continued on, keeping Dean some company for the drive ahead.

Gimme gimme some of that vampire money come on!

"Bells, Sam, wakey wakey!" With that proclamation, he promptly turned his music full blast. Which miraculously, was still Vampire Money by My Chemical Romance. Unfortunately for Bella and Sam, it was the screaming part.

"AAAAAHHH!" Bella shot up, propelling her out the seat, and crashing into the dashboard. Sam sat up so fast he clonked his head on the roof. Dean was chortling on the driver's seat as he parked in front of a familiar house. "Dean!" Bella exclaimed."Really? Thanks!"She clambered out and ran to the door, knocking energetically.

Sam glanced at him. Dean merely shrugged. "A room with a kitchen costs more, you know? And she promised she'd make pie."

The front door opened, with Chief Charlie Swan glancing out cautiously. His eyes bugged out comically before pointing a knife at Bella. She rolled her sleeve up without a word, simply grinning, and he slashed at her.

"Ow! Not so deep Dad, " she complained. Blood gushed out of the gaping wound and Charlie pulled his daughter in for a hug. "Sorry, I had to make sure. Where's Dean and Sam?" he queried, leading her in.

"Hey Charlie," the two brothers said simultaneously as they stopped on the porch. "Hey boys," he replied as he closed the door and got the first aid kit from a table nearby.

The trio settled themselves comfortably in the seat, as Charlie treats Bella's wound. "You here for the vamps?" Charlie asked casually. Dean nodded. "Could you fill us in, Charlie? On what's happening here," Sam asked, opening his laptop.

"Well, there's been the deaths. The mutilations. Bodies drained of blood stacked in a cabin in the woods and the cabin burns down. It's been a shitty month with all the paperwork," Charlie grumbles.

"The bite marks?" Bella piped up.

"Couldn't find them. Flesh is torn, and some are burned beyond recognition," Charlie clarified. Bella, Dean and Sam glanced at each other.

"I think I know what this is," Bella managed to say, past the sudden lump in her throat. "And you won't like it, boys."

Dean shook his head vehemently. "Dammitall!" he cursed complainingly.

Sam's mouth quirked in a thin line. "You should tell Charlie, Bella," he said softly, concentrating on his laptop.

"Tell me what, Bells?" Charlie asked suspiciously. Bella took a deep breath and gripped Dean's hand tightly.

"Dad, a cold one's been hunting me," Bella admitted roughly.

"What?" he roared. "Is it that Edmund freak? I swear I'll hunt him down myself and burn him in front of his 'family', Carlisle be damned!" he said angrily. Already he was stalking towards the china cabinet which had a fake back, and had the Swan family's arsenal.

"No no no, Dad. It's not him," Bella tried to pacify him. "Then who? I'll help!" Charlie thundered. "No one hurts my daughter and lives!"

"Victoria," she whispered. Charlie froze. "The redhead?" he asked, deathly quiet. "Yeah," Dean replied, when he saw Bella couldn't say anymore.

"She's a resident here…. She has yellow eyes! How….?" Charlie trailed off. Bella shot up faster than humanly possible. "What?" she yelled. "Dad, you let a cold one reside here?"

Charlie nodded, in shock. "Yeah."

My first Supernatural/ Twilight story! Please read and review, it means a lot :3