Summary: The Quileute tribe is dying out and most of the aren't of Quileute Indian descent but they discovered a way to transform others into shifters like them. When they desperately need more to the pack, what happens when they chose one of the Winchesters? After Breaking Dawn and after Apocalypse ends. Won't involve the vampires probably because I don't really like them. I only like the werewolves and the idea of them so I'm borrowing it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, Supernatural, or anything else you recognize.

A/N: This is an idea that has been in my head for months and decided to play with it. I'm not actually that big of a Twilight fan but I like the idea of a Winchester being something related to the shifters (and possibly imprinting?). There will be completely different people for the pack and Jacob or the vampires may or may not come into the story, but it's further in the future(maybe thirty years since Breaking Dawn) so maybe Jacob's dead. I also realize in one of the season five episodes of Supernatural it makes a reference to Twilight making this fic seem ridiculous, pretend it didn't happen. Anyways reviews would be awesome so tell me what you think! Should I continue or what?

So I'll stop talking your ear off now. Voila!

Chapter 1:

"Dude, I'm telling you, you made a wrong turn!" an aggravated Sam Winchester said to his obnoxious older brother Dean.

"Shut up. I'll go where ever I damn well please," Dean replied, even though he was pretty sure he made a wrong turn too. Things between the brothers were still tough since the apocalypse. Even though they killed the devil, Dean still had trust issues with Sam and Dean was still different from hell and it bothered Sam although he brought it up as little as possible.

"I have the map Dean! Just turn around."

"Not happening," Dean said stubbornly. After a few more minutes of driving and bickering they drove by a sign that said City of Forks population 3,175. "Ha! Told you. I'm always right."

"Yeah. Always right," Sam mumbled.

After they drove through town they went to the police station with their fake ids handy. They went in to the front desk and told the secretary they were from the Fish and Wildlife Services. She led them to the office where the recently promoted Police Chief was, due to the fact the older police chief Charlie Swan passing away of old age.

"Hello Chief, I'm Sam Brown and this is Dean Wayne from the Fish and Wildlife services," Sam said while refraining from shaking his head at Dean's chosen alias. "We're here to ask you about the large bears that have been sighted."

"Oh, yeah hi. Sorry forgot you were coming. Things have been crazy around here lately," the man said shaking his head. "Oh, I'm Chief Withers, but you can call me Bill if you like."

"Hi Bill," Dean said stepping into the conversation. "So the bears..."

"Oh right. The bears," Bill said, obviously distracted. "Well I hear they're more like giant wolves but that doesn't matter so..."

Sam noticing how distracted Bill was asked "Is something bothering you?"

Bill looked up in surprise like he hadn't expected Sam to ask that. "Well uh, my little brother went missing last week so I guess so," he said shrugging it off to make it seem like nothing.

"Does this have to do with things being crazy around here?" Dean asked remembering what he said earlier.

"Yeah. People all around have been disappearing. I guess it's like a kidnapper or something."

"You guess?" Dean said. Wasn't this guy supposed to be police chief?

"Have there been any patterns or anything that connects these people to one another?" Sam asked ignoring his brother.

"No," Bill replied with a sigh. "There isn't even any evidence of abduction. Most of these people have nothing in common. My brother was in town visiting from college. One guy was a logger. There was one girl and she worked at a bar in La Push."

Sam and Dean looked at each other. "You think we can have the names?"

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"These people aren't connected at all," Sam said closing his laptop.

"Maybe that's because the wolf bear things have to do with the disappearances," Dean said feeling pretty proud of himself for stating the obvious.

"No, really?" Sam said sarcastically. " They aren't werewolves, because werewolves would just rip their hearts out and leave them. But this is definitely something supernatural."

"Then what the hell are they?" Dean asked. Sam shrugged. "Well I say we go drive around town and see if wee can spot one of these bear-wolves. Ha. Bear-wolves," Dean said laughing at his own joke. Sam stared at him like he was retarded. "Bear-wolves. You know, were wolves, bear-wolves. Eh," he said waving his hand. They went out and got in the Impala.

After driving around for about an hour, they finally saw something rustling in the woods. Dean pulled his baby over and went with Sam to check it out.

They walked through the trees and entered a clearing. "Well this is crappy," Dean said and just then they saw a big brown blur.

"Was that what I think it was?" Sam asked.

"Sam, run!" Dean said and they both took off at a sprint towards where the impala was parked while shooting towards whatever was coming after them.

Suddenly Dean tripped. "Dean!" Sam yelled coming towards him. The last thing Dean felt before falling into unconsciousness was white, hot pain in his right shoulder, like something was digging it's teeth into him...

Reviews if you want to see what happens to Dean, even if it's pretty obvious. Continue, or not continue?