A/N: So I've been reading some TwilightxSupernatural crossover stuff, and I'm so totally Team Bean now (BellaxDean) Holy crap. So… with that in mind, this little plot bunny popped into my head and I decided I just had to write it down… At this point, no idea where I'll take this story from here. I'll let the reviewers help make that decision. If you like it, let me know and I'll keep going somehow or another. :) Note, my Bella's a bit OOC. Has a potty mouth when she's in her own mind. Not outwardly… at least not until she meets the Winchesters ;)

*Note* SPN and SM are the stage; I am merely a player.

Bella PoV

We're in the baseball clearing again training for the battle. Or rather, the vampires and wolves are training while I sit off to the side as helpless as ever. It's days like these that I can't wait to be immortal so I can actually lend a helping hand. No one will hear of it though. Every time I even mention it, I get shot down by someone. "Bella you'll be an out of control newborn, not even I'd be able to train you in time," Jasper had said. Considering he had a shit-ton of experience training newborns for this very purpose, he'd be the expert. Carlisle advised, "Bella you'll be insane with thirst, you might even try to attack one of the wolves and start another war." And my personal favorite came from Edward's mouth. "Bella, I will change you, but not just because you're afraid or feeling helpless. It's my job to protect you and I will by any means necessary."

The only excuse that I take with any weight is Jasper's, and I guess a little of Carlisle's. Edward's excuse is just plain bullshit. I've been asking to be changed since the damn Ballet studio incident with James. If he'd let the venom spread back then, I'd have been past my newborn crazy year by now and more than able to help. Even now that he's agreed to do it, he keeps trying to find ways to postpone it. "I don't want you to miss out on important human experiences," he always says. And dammit, the one human experience I actually care about and want he won't give me until after we're fucking married. Stupid Edwardian morals. I think he's used it as a scare tactic, knowing how I feel about marriage in general. So we're at an impasse. I don't want to be changed until I've lost my virginity, and he won't take my virginity until we're married, which I don't want to do.

Sometime a few hours after they've started training, my eyes begin to droop. I had been leaning against Jacob's wolf form and he seemed content to have me there. Before I completely fall asleep, I feel a pair of cold stone arms lift me from the ground. "You're dead on your feet, love," his velvet voice whispers. "Let me get you home." There was a twinge of jealousy in his voice. I think he didn't like that I was using Jacob as a pillow. And truth be told, Jacob wasn't hard as a rock and cold as ice, so he made a pretty damn good pillow. I'd have rather stayed right where I was, but my vampire boyfriend won't hear of it.

He kisses me good night promising to return by morning. I guess he's going back to the clearing to resume training. I know he doesn't like me there to begin with, he must especially not like me there falling asleep against Jacob. Part of me wonders if he'd feel the same jealousy if I'd cuddled up against Seth, whom he knows is really like a kid brother to me. Seth won't be allowed to fight either, since he's so young. He'd pitched a fit about that, even got into a tussle with a wolf that I think was Paul over it. Of all the wolves, I like Seth the most, apart from Jacob. And in some ways even more. Seth doesn't see the vampires as evil or the enemy. Like me, he sees them as people, despite the fact that the wolves say the vampires all stink to high heaven.

In the morning, Edward is nowhere to be seen, but there is a note left on my nightstand.

Dearest Bella,

I'm sorry to leave before you wake my love. Some more preparations must be made, and I need to hunt. Alice will arrange with Charlie for you to spend the weekend at our place for your safety. Take care of my heart; I've left it with you.

Edward.

The note has me feeling equally mushy and angry at the same time. I love this vampire to pieces, and I will absolutely take care of his heart, as he's got mine. But, why would I not be safe in my own house? I guess the fact that one of these vampires has been in my house and stolen my clothing should be the answer, but I don't like the fact that my life is being arranged for me without my consent or even knowledge until after it's been done. Plus, I don't want to stay in his house if he's not going to be there. What would be the point? If it's for my safety, then couldn't Alice just as easily come here and hang out in the tree outside my house?

Or is this just to make it convenient for the little pixie so she doesn't have to degrade herself by being seen in my tiny house? God forbid a dust particle fall onto her impeccable designer clothes. See? Equal parts mushy and angry. Now perhaps a bit more angry than mushy, though. Why couldn't I go to the Rez while Edward is out? I'm just as safe there as I'd be with Alice. Ever since I punched Jake, though, Edward hasn't wanted me to set foot across the boundary line, though he hasn't interfered with my car in an attempt to keep me from going either. I haven't visited, partially out of anger at Jake at first, but now to keep Edward from getting upset or worrying too much.

If I go now, he'll worry. Alice will call him and tell him my future disappeared and he'll come back from his hunt early. She still hasn't seen exactly when the battle is to take place, but she says it'll be soon. As a result, I'm watched pretty much all the time. There was likely someone outside my house at the moment, whether it be vampire or wolf. I chance a glance out the window and see a pair of dark eyes staring at me from the cover of the trees. Wolf it is. I wave towards it and see a snout poke out, nod at me, then back into the shadows, out of sight. I think it was Quil.

The more I think of it, the more I realize that when I'm with Edward, my world revolves around him. He becomes my entire universe really, and every thought that flies through my head is about him. But then the moment he leaves, my mind clears and the prominent emotion I have for him is annoyance. It's like his mere presence is causing me to change who I am, and I don't like it.

Even around his family I'm a different person. I'm quiet and meek and I let them direct me around, making all my decisions for me. The only decision I've been able to make is to become one of them. And even that I'm questioning these days. Perhaps what I need is a weekend completely away from the supernatural. I scratch my bite scar absently. Then I think about the scar itself. When Edward is around, I don't think about it. When he's not, it's as if it's compelling me to find him, to be near him. Strange.

Downstairs, Charlie is in the kitchen sipping on a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. "Mornin' Dad," I say as I dig around for a bowl for cereal and find out the hard way, we're all out of cereal. A glance in the fridge reveals there's no eggs or bacon or even milk. When did we run out of groceries?

"Dad, where's all the food?" I ask. He shrugs. "Okay, are you hungry?" Another shrug. "Earth to Charlie!" I shout.

"What, Bells? I'm kinda busy reading here." I lean away, taken aback. It's not like him to snap at me like that.

"What's going on, Dad? Talk to me."

He grunts. "It's just all these missing people cases and unexplained deaths in Seattle. It's far too close to home, and I'm worried that whatever's going on there will spread this way. One of the missing kids is from here originally. He was going to college out there and hasn't been seen in over a year." I know the reason of course. It's the newborns, but I didn't know they were active back then. We all thought it was a relatively recent development.

"Riley Biers," Charlie continues. "He graduated before you moved back, Bells, so you wouldn't have known him. But I remember him. He was a star football player, had great grades and never got in trouble. Had hopes to be a Blackhawk one day. And now he's been missing for so long, they're giving up searching anymore. Or now… they're searching for remains rather than a living kid. It's just too much, and it's too close to home."

I understand his worry, and I wish I could tell him that it'll all be over soon. But of course, Charlie has to stay in the dark on this. "Well, hey, let's go grab breakfast at the diner. Help take your mind of this for a minute. My treat?"

"With what money, Bells?"

"Hey, I make enough working at Newton's Outfitters to at least afford a damn breakfast special for me and my Dad."

"Alright, Bells. Let's head out then." We climb into the cruiser and I notice the wolf following along in the woods next to the road. Charlie won't notice it, but I know what to look for. Before long, I see a different wolf taking over and is hidden in the trees behind the diner. I nod at it as I get out of the cruiser. They're sacrificing so much for me, and it hurts. All the time they tell me this is what they do, what they're made for. But these wolves… lots of them are just kids. Kids who've been doing poorly in school as a result of needing to be on patrols. Because of me. Kids who can't hang out with their non-wolf friends for fear of exposing them or harming them if angered. Kids whose parents aren't in the know and constantly worry about the drastic changes in their sons.

We're seated in a booth by the window and I can't help but notice two men sitting at a table in the corner. They look to be in their mid-twenties to early thirties. I know I've never seen them before, but something about them catches my attention and I can't put my finger on it. They're wearing normal clothes, especially for the area. Jeans with flannel shirts. One of them has longer brown hair and the other a lighter brown that's cut short. It kind of reminds me of Edward's hair only this man's isn't in quite a state of disarray. He catches my eye, smirks, and winks at me before taking a bite of his bacon and turning back to his companion.

"Do you know them, Bells?" Charlie asks. I turn back to him and shake my head. "Me neither. Not too often we get strangers come into town. Probably just passin' through." I nod absently, unable to concentrate. Something about the man's hazel eyes just gets to me and I can't figure it out. I haven't reacted this way to a male since I met Edward. And at the moment, this is far more intense than that.

Maybe it's because his hair reminds me of Edward. And maybe it's because I have a lot of pent up sexual frustration due to my would-be boyfriend keeping me a virgin on purpose, but always kissing me like it's our last day on earth. Or maybe it's because he's a stranger, which automatically adds a value of danger to the situation, and we all know how much of a danger magnet I am.

Charlie and I both order the special and before it arrives, I excuse myself to go to the bathroom, dreading the fact that these men are seated at the table right next to the entrance to the restrooms. So I have to walk directly past them and will surely catch their attention when I inevitably trip over thin air and make a fool of myself.

Surprisingly, I make it to the bathroom door without incident, and keep my eyes focused on the sign that reads "ladies." On my way back out, I overhear a tiny bit of their conversation. "So, this redheaded vamp is creating noobs?" The shorter haired one asks.

"A lot of them, but what for?" The other one responds. I lost it at "redheaded vamp" How the hell would they know about Victoria? And why do they know that she's the one creating the newborns? We haven't even considered that. And how do they know about vampires to begin with? I trip this time upon hearing their words and fall to the ground unceremoniously. The shorter haired one is on his feet and helping me up.

"You alright there, doll face?" he asks. His voice is deep and husky, and makes me react in a way I can't describe or understand.

"Um, yes… clumsy should have been my middle name," I say by way of lightening the situation.

"Bells! Are you okay?" Charlie asks, rushing over. "What on earth did you trip on?"

"Thin air, as usual," I reply. Short Hair has helped me to my feet and is absently brushing off my shoulders. "Thank you," I say to him, getting a closer look at his face and his unbelievably beautiful eyes. He smiles at me and I almost go weak in the knees. Bella! You have a boyfriend! You love Edward! Why are you reacting like this to some stranger? I mentally shout at myself. I notice that he's about the same height as Edward, too. Which doesn't help.

"Not a problem. The name's Dean," he replies, holding his hand out.

"Bella," I answer, taking his hand. There's no electric current like with Edward, but there is a pleasant warmth. "This is my dad Charlie."

"Chief of police here in Forks," Charlie says as he shakes Dean's hand. "Who's your buddy?" Charlie points to the long-haired one.

"Sam," he replies, standing up to come greet us. Christ, he's tall. Almost as tall as Emmett. What is it with me being surrounded by tall men these days? "His brother," Sam adds, pointing his thumb at Dean.

"What brings you into town?" Charlie asks, crossing his arms over his chest. Really Dad? You're playing the cop now?

Dean smiles, unaffected by my dad's cop face. "We're just passing through on our way to Seattle. Visiting some family there."

"Well be careful," My dad warns. "There's a serial killer or something running rampant out there. Stay out of the streets at night and never go out alone. I won't even let Bella here near that city until they catch this wacko." I roll my eyes, not because I don't agree but because my dad has no clue how bad the danger really is.

"I'd steer clear of Seattle, too, if I were you," I tell Sam and Dean. Dean smirks at me again, his eyes dancing with mirth.

"We can hold our own, and we know what to steer clear of, thanks to all the warnings in the papers." He points to a stack of newspapers that he and his brother had been going through. It's fairly obvious to me that they know exactly what's happening in Seattle, and are attempting to do something about it. But how two human men are going to take on an army of Newborn vampires, I haven't a clue. Perhaps they need a bit more of a warning. And I need to discuss the development of Victoria being behind all this with the Cullens.

I nod a farewell and thank him again for helping me up and head back to our table. Our food has arrived and we both dig in fervently. It's not as good as mine or Esme's cooking, but it will suffice. Once we're done, Charlie goes to pay the bill. I stop him before he can place a twenty on the ticket. "I said my treat, Dad. And I meant it." I stick his bill back in his wallet and hand it to him, putting my own cash down. I quirk an eyebrow at him, daring him to challenge my decision.

He harrumphs at me, but says thank you. Outside, Sam and Dean are standing outside a black Chevy Impala that is in impeccable condition. Charlie whistles in appreciation and compliments their ride. "I just wanna say bye," I tell Charlie before walking over to them.

WIthout warning, I snag Sam's notebook from his hand and jot down my phone number. Speaking lowly so Charlie doesn't hear, I say, "The redhead's name is Victoria. She has some crazed vendetta against me because my boyfriend and his family killed her mate, James. We already have a plan in place to combat this problem, but you seem to be rather informed as well. Call me at this number tonight and I'll tell you more."

They both look at me as if I've sprouted a third eye. "Trust me. You want my information." I slide the sleeve of my thermal up my arm and show the scar from James' and Edward's teeth. If they know what I think they do, they'll recognize that a mile away. Sam's eyebrows shoot to his hairline and Dean's lips form a hardline as he glares at the mark. "As I thought. Call me later." Before I turn around, Dean slips a card into my hand. I slide it into my pocket and head back towards Charlie.

I walk back over to the cruiser to see Charlie's confused expression. "Just giving them some local hotel info," I lie, realizing how convincing it actually sounds. He nods in understanding and bent down to climb into the car. Back at home, Alice is sitting on the porch, waiting for me.

"Alice? What are you doing here, honey?" Charlie asks, a huge grin on his face. He's really taken a liking to her, despite how much he hates Edward. She gives him a hug which he returns with far more warmth than any hug he's ever given me. Curious, that.

"Well, Charlie, my family all went camping this weekend and I didn't want to go, so I've got the house all to myself this weekend," she lies smoothly. "I was wondering if maybe Bella could come stay with me? We'll have a girl's weekend. Do each other's hair and nails and watch sappy romance comedies."

Charlie looks at me, fully knowing all of those things I'd never want to do. "Actually, Dad, I've got other plans this weekend. Sorry Alice. I can't go."

"Other plans?" she asks, narrowing her eyes at me. I'm fairly certain she just saw my future disappear as I've decided to visit Jake at La Push.

"Yeah, bon-fire down on the Rez, right Charlie?" I nudge him in the side. "Remember Billy telling you about it?"

Charlie nods. "Yeah, but I didn't think you'd want to go. Last I heard, you were mad at Jake for trying to kiss you."

I waved dismissively. "I've forgiven him. He knows what's what now, so I'm not worried about it. Plus the rest of his buddies will be there, too. I'll probably end up hanging out with Emily anyway." I know that I'll have to at least drive to the Rez to continue my next plan, Once I'm there, Alice won't be able to see any of my decisions so long as they revolve around staying near the wolves. Finally, I've figured out a way to thwart her visions.

Dejected, Alice gets up and heads towards her car. "I'm sorry Alice," I whisper, knowing she can hear. "There's just something I have to take care of. I'll tell you all about it afterwards." I see her turn and wink at me as if knowing exactly what I'm planning, though I can't figure how she does.

Once inside, I change clothes and get ready to go to the Rez. Charlie offers to ride together but I mention that I might want to leave at a different time, so we should drive separately. My truck started up just fine, telling me that Alice hadn't mentioned my lack of a future to Edward. He understood that sometimes I needed to go to the Rez for protection, but I knew he didn't like it when I went just because I wanted to.

I tell Charlie that I'm meeting up with some of the guys at the beach, when I spot them gathering around a bonfire near the water. He nods and heads into Billy's house. As soon as he's cleared the door, I turn and head back to my truck. Once inside the safety of the cab, I pull out my cell phone and dial the number Dean and Sam gave me. "Bella?" Sam greets.

"Yes, Sam, right? Look, I know I probably left you with more questions than you had when you arrived in town, but I'd like to answer those questions. Can we meet up somewhere? And by somewhere I mean the Quileute reservation?"

"Um, why there?"

"Well, I'm here now, and for reasons I'll gladly explain to you when you get here, I can't have this conversation anywhere else. Just take the highway until you see the turn off for La Push. You'll see a big red 50s chevy truck. I'm inside it right now."

"Okay Bella. we'll be there in a few," Sam agrees. I sigh in relief, closing my phone. A few minutes later, I hear a loud engine coming up and recognize the Impala as it comes around the bend. They park next to me and get out of their car. I spare a glance at Billy's house and notice no movement inside. I hop out of my truck and wait for them to follow me. Silently they do, and I head into the trees where I know the tidepools are. Only little kids seem to play around these anymore, so I don't worry about any of the guys from the tribe showing up.

"Thank you for meeting me," I say quietly, as I take a seat on one of the rocky outcroppings. "I'm sure you're only more confused."

"I'll say," Dean agrees. "So what's going on dollface? Why drag us all the way out here to sit around a tidepool?"

"You saw the scar on my arm," I begin. "I'm beginning to think that there's more to all of this."

"What do you mean?" Sam asks.

I then proceed to tell them everything. From the day I moved to Forks to now. It takes about two hours to get it all out, but by then end, I'm crying and Dean's arms are wrapped around me. The more I talked, the more I realized that I didn't truly fall in love with Edward. Not ever. I just thought I did. And my deep obsession with him didn't start until after he bit me in the Ballet Studio. And any time I began to question my connection with him, he'd look me deep in the eyes, his own smoldering as he dazzled me. "Is that all this is? Edward compelling me to be with him? Using the venom in the bite to make me want to be with him?"

"Well, kid," Sam begins. "Supernatural creatures have all kinds of ways of convincing humans to do their bidding or fall in love with them. But the vampires you're describing are unlike any vampires we've ever encountered. Has me wondering if they're a different species or something."

"Multiple vamp breeds?" Dean queries. "Awesome." I note the sarcasm in his husky voice. "Now what's the deal with these wolves you mentioned? You said they don't hurt humans."

"Well, not on purpose," I murmur, thinking of Emily. "Edward says they're volatile and unpredictable. Ruled by their emotions, especially when they're new. If you get one angry when they're in human form, they can phase on the flash and when that happens, you don't want to be anywhere near their teeth or claws. Sam Uley, the Alpha of the pack… his fiance Emily bore the brunt of one of his eruptions. Her face is scarred pretty bad on one side. Sam's broken up about it, but he loves her more than his own life. You can see that when you see the way he looks at her."

"Bella, do you even want to be a vampire?" Sam asks.

I shake my head. "They've given me all the reasons in the world to say no. But all I can ever think about is being with Edward forever. The only way I can do that is to become one of them. I was willing to overlook all the drawbacks of being a vampire so I could forever have him at my side, so I could be is equal in all things."

"But now?"

"Now, I want to tear him apart and burn the pieces for making me love him this way. For using his venom to manipulate me into being the perfect woman for him. I'd have never been this way if I'd never met him. And for that… I hate him. But I know the moment I lay my eyes on him again, I'll forget all this and be compelled to stay with him. That's how deep this venom manipulation goes. It's like the Manchurian Candidate or something."

"Sinatra or Washington?" Dean asks.

"Sinatra of course… but I did love Liev Schreiber in the remake," I answer. The grin on Dean's face could stop a train. "So now what do we do? Victoria and her little army are coming any day now. And we have the Cullens to deal with. How do I face them and avoid their compulsions?"

"Sammy, let's call Bobby. Maybe he'll have some ideas. Cas, too."

I wonder who they're talking about as we make our way away from the tidepools and back towards the cars. The wolf boys are still down by the beach, hanging out by the fire. My dad is still in Billy's house, and I feel about ten years have gone by since I went into those trees with these two brothers.

"When this is all over… I don't know what I'll do," I mention. "I never really wanted to go to college. It was always Edward pushing me to that. But I don't want to stay in Forks either. ANd knowing what I know about what's really out there in the world, I could never live a normal life." Sam and Dean share a glance that I don't understand. "The second I leave the Rez, Alice will see me again, and dammit I don't want that pixie meddling in my future anymore!"

"Can she see us, do you think?" Dean asks.

"Well not directly, I don't think, since she's never met you. But if I make decisions involving you, then she will."

"Unless you stay here, right?" I nod. "Okay, so you simply don't leave the Rez until we figure this out."

"Stay here indefinitely? Where?"

"How about with your friend Emily?" Sam suggests. "Or there's a hotel on the Rez, right? We could get a couple rooms there and you could stay with us. It's up to you, Bella."

Staying with these guys sounds a lot more appealing than staying with Emily. I like her and Sam and all, but they are part of the supernatural, too. And right now, I just need to get away from it… as much as I can anyway. I decide to get a room with them. Dean said they'd put it on their credit card so it couldn't get traced back to me. I run back to Billy's house to let my dad know I'm gonna go over to the Cullen's after all.

But I need to get some clothes and stuff from home. And I need to do it without Alice seeing. On my way back to my truck, I see Seth hanging out by himself and inspiration hits. "Hey Seth!" I yell. He runs over to me, excited.

"I need a favor."

"Sure, Bells. How can I help."

"I'm trying to surprise Edward and Alice, and the only way I can is if Alice can't see my decisions. And the only way she can't see my decisions is if I'm with a wolf. Would you come with me back to my house so I can grab a few things? And then I'll bring you home. So whaddya say?"

He simply smiles and hops in my truck without a word. I knew I could count on him. He's like the little brother I never had. "You're the best, Seth. Thanks for this."

"No problem, Bella. You know I don't see the vampires the way the rest of my brothers do. Alice and Edward are freaky with their gifts, but they're still cool. I'd like to see the actual look of surprise on their faces. What are you gonna do, anyway?"

I shake my head. "Oh no, Seth. I can't risk Edward plucking it out of your brain. It'll be bad enough that he'll know a surprise is coming." I think fast, trying to come up with some clue I can give. "Suffice it to say it has to do with a question he asked the other day." Let Edward think about that… he'll probably think I'm coming up with some elaborate way to say "yes" to him asking me to marry him.

Once at my house, I have Seth wait in the living room while I run upstairs and pack a suitcase. He doesn't question me when I come barrelling down the stairs and get back in truck, waiting for him. Silent, but smiling, he hops back in and we go back to the Rez. I've lied to my dad, Alice, and now Seth today. I can only hope I don't have to continue for long.

A/N: So what do you all think of my first Crossover? Up next will be Dean's POV. For those of you that read my other stories, I do try not to overlap too much, but a little here and there is needed every now and then. Thank you for reading! Reviews make the world go 'round!