A bunch of One Shots from the universe of 'Crossing Paths' and 'A Not so Perfect Escape' which don't quite fit in with my writing, but hopefully answer a few questions. This first one in fact, was a chapter for 'Crossing Paths' which I took out because it didn't quite fit.

Oh, and don't worry. I am still writing 'A Not so Perfect Escape' These are just ideas which wouldn't leave me alone.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Twilight. But if I did, you can bet this would be what happened.

Title: Discovery

Summary: How Sam's perfect hiding spot was accidently uncovered.

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When asked later, Jo admitted that she couldn't remember how she first came to be standing in that small corner shop overlooking the beach on the small Indian reservation of La Push. She could remember that she was very angry. Almost uncontrollably so.

Almost, yes. But not out of control. Jo was a relatively young vampire, but she was also a hunter. She had seen firsthand, the kind of destruction which tended to follow vampires in their first few years of un-life and she had no intention to copy her wayward brethren, epically if the dangers included catching the eye of the local hunter.

Standing in the far corner of the small shop, Jo found herself staring out at the sea, her mind many miles away, back where it had all started.

Hindsight is 20/20. Jo had often heard the phrase. It was one her mother tended to favour. And sadly, since hindsight was 20/20, then foresight was blind. Jo wished she hadn't been so blind that day, when she had casually let a monster into her apartment, simply because he wore the face of Dean Winchester. Her friend.

Dean had been acting slightly off that day. Jumpy, almost like he was waiting for danger to spring from the walls. Sam hadn't been with him. That should have been Jo's first clue. Every time she tangled with the Winchesters, both brothers were side by side, like some magic glue keeping the two together. Dean on his own was a worry.

Jo had however, pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind as she invited the man who had protected her like an older brother into her small apartment. That was when she made her second mistake. She turned her back on him.

Chatting away, Jo had walked around her living room, intent on showing Dean some of the small objects she had come across in her short career.

Dean to his credit, had waited until she was holding a relatively harmless piece of weaponry before he struck, his full weight driving her to the ground as sharp fangs ripped into her neck.

Jo couldn't remember much else of that day, as the pain drove every sane thought from her mind, but she did remember the eyes, red-gold in colour, staring into her soul as a voice whispered above her. "I'm sorry"

Jo couldn't say she hated Dean for what he had done to her. Sure, she resented him. He had taken her life away from her. But hate him...No. She couldn't do that. How could anyone hate Dean for what he was doing? He was protecting his family. Jo was part of his family, and it took the bite of a vampire to realise that she always had been.

But just because she was part of the family, didn't mean she had to hang around with them on their futile hunt for their wayward family member.

She had to credit Sam. He was incredibly hard to find, when he didn't want to be found.

A loud laugh echoed through the small room, drawing Jo out of her thoughts. Quickly, she scanned her surroundings, looking for danger. A young woman behind the counter was staring at her, almost questioningly, but Jo ignored her as she spotted two young men. They were both huge, over six feet tall and really wide shoulders. In fact, they both looked like they bench pressed cars for fun. They both had dark hair, cut almost military short, and the light brown skin of the local natives. They were both wearing t-shirts and shorts with looked wrong, given the dark clouds outside.

Jo watched them for a few moments before the smell hit her. The undeniable stench of dog. Jo almost gagged before she managed to control herself. One of the men looked up at her.

Jo quickly looked away, but not quickly enough. Had she been able to sleep, those eyes would have forever haunted her. The eyes of the supernatural.

A moment passed the speed of a year before the man looked away. The sound of laughter echoed through the room once again as one of the men pulled the door open and exited the building.

Trying to keep at a normal speed, Jo walked to the door and watched as the two men walked down to the beach and out of sight. Her mind raced at a million miles an hour, quite a feat for a vampire, as she analysed the situation. Something supernatural was in La Push. The hunter inside her screamed to follow, to destroy.

Opening the door as quietly as possible, Jo slipped out of the shop and followed the stench down the street and onto the sand. A few tourists had braved the cold and rain and where trying to set up a picnic on the sand. The shriek of children's laughter almost drowned out the crash of the waves. Jo ignored all of this, following the scent to the edge of the trees. After a quick check of her surroundings, Jo climbed up the nearest tree.

Following the scent, Jo made her way into the forest, only stopping when the trees gave way to a clearing. In the middle, someone had set up a camp fire. A table stood at the far edge, filled with enough food to feed a large crowed. Way more then was there. Jo did a quick head count. Six men, all with the same smell, and three women, one a toddler. The group where talking loudly. Two of the men (Not the same as in the shop) were wrestling. There was a roar of laughter as one of the fighters pinned his opponent. He glanced up, smiling.

"Sam!" he called.

The noise died down as everyone in the clearing turned to look in the same direction. From her perch, Jo could hear the crash of leaves under foot. Shadows parted as two people walked into the clearing. One of them was a young woman, quite pretty if you ignored the scars running down one side of her face.

Jo glanced over at the other figure. If she were human, she would have stopped breathing. Stepping into the light was none other than Sam Winchester. The missing member of her family.

Once the shock had died, Jo found herself studying him in more depth. Impossible as it may seem, Sam looked taller, stronger. His hair was shorter then Jo had ever seen it. He looked healthier, happier, normal. Nothing about him suggested a Hunter.

As Jo watched, Sam began to mingle with the group, talking and laughing and accepting High Fives. Jo closed her eyes and listened to the voice. There was no question anymore. That man down in the clearing was Dean's missing brother.

Jumping lightly from the tree, Jo hit the ground without making a sound. Turning her back to the clearing, she broke into a run. Her mind was racing, she needed to inform Dean as soon as possible. Lilith was still after Sam and could easily destroy him. For all Jo knew, the demon bitch already knew where the hunter was and was poised to strike. She had little time.

Jo had no way of knowing that her information would only serve to destroy the only normality Sam Winchester had ever known.

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So, that was my first one shot. Hopefully more will soon follow. Please tell me what you think.