A/N #1: This was something that has been in my head for a while, and I just had to get it out of there and onto a word doc... which then led me here because I thought, "Why not share to see if anyone else likes it?" I am not sure if I will continue, but I'll leave it open just in case.

This takes place in an AU Season 1 of Supernatural where Dean knows about his father's profession and doesn't have the heart to break it to Sam...yet. He even refuses to accept or have any part in it. His life is more in order here, hence the serious relationship mention and display. Obviously if I keep going, that's not going to last. Daddy Winchester is MIA though officially not missing. At least not in this chapter.

Sam and Bella are the same age: eighteen
Dean and his lady friend are both twenty-three

Sam's in the process of interviews for school and Jessica is in the picture.

Everything else in the Supernatural Verse is in tact.

As for Twilight, all I will say now is that all but one thing will remain the same in my story and that the time line is a little...off. See if you can figure it out. That may be explained later.

IMPORTANT: This chapter did not see the eyes of a beta. Any and all mistakes are mine. I am hoping to get one soon. If you're interested, please PM me. If that irks you, then kindly do not read. =)

I'm a newbie and this is my first fic. Constructive criticism is always welcomed, but please no unnecessary flames. Any resemblance to any other story out there is purely coincidental. I read a lot and am always inspired by others fabulous work.

Rated: M For future content and mature themes.

Twilight is property of Stephanie Meyer. Supernatural is property of Eric Kripke.

I own nothing.

Wild Flower

Chapter One

Driving Ms. Swan

I sniffle, shifting my body further away. Tonight has been nothing short of a disaster. Hot tears cloud my vision as I feel the traces of black, goopy mascara stick to the corners of my eyes.

"Bella… sweetheart… please don't… you know, I hate to see you cry." Dean's tired, gravely voice seared my heart, nearly breaking my resolve.

But I was not going to budge. Not this time. I was angry, livid. There was no reasoning with me.

My eyes narrowed as I shot him a glare. "I had everything perfectly under control, you had absolutely no business going in there and rescuing me, like I'm some damsel in distress!" I exclaimed, my cheeks heating up in unrelenting anger.

"Oh, really." Dean's voice rose mockingly. "Why don't you tell that to the douche who was feeling you up back there, sweet cheeks. I think he respectfully disagrees."

"I can handle it. I am not a little girl anymore in case you haven't noticed." My tone was bitter. He just didn't get it.

His hands gripped the steering wheel so tight, it was a wonder his knuckles did not shatter under the weight of his force.

"Believe me, I've noticed. The entire pack of assfaced, preppy fratboys noticed. You aren't exactly wearing your Sunday's best."

Annoyed, I pulled on the thin fabric of my black mini dress. My revealing outfit had little to do with this. Our issues stemmed from what seemed like forever, though in reality, only spanned four years.

It was amazing how easily Dean could make me feel so small, so insecure in who I was. How I could doubt the decisions I have made thus far in life with one look from his sickeningly beautiful green eyes. Not in belittling way, he wasn't intentionally malicious. It was the exact opposite. He looked out for me, protected me like any big brother would. That was the problem, Dean and I were not related, and while I appreciated knowing he sincerely cared, I wish he could see me. For once in my life, I wished he could truly see.

See the young woman before him with a heavy heart, capable of taking care of herself. Strong and determined. Willing to love. To love him. If only he would allow me…

No. For Dean Winchester I would always be little, fragile Isabella Marie Swan. The heartbroken fourteen-year-old girl that stumbled upon Sam in (of all places) Biology class, and into their lives.

Now it was too late, Dean had a serious girlfriend in Lisa, and Sam was headed to College (as I should be) with a fiancé in tow. While I stayed behind with the excuse of taking a year off to travel before starting school. Well Bella, you sure as hell were still in Kansas, with only street blocks under your feet, and a simple right hook to show for it. Pathetic.

I raised my pale hand to stop him from further saying anything else. Not hearing it. Not again, and definitely not tonight.

"Just… could we not talk about this anymore please?" I sigh, drained.

He ran a free palm over his face. Dean was as exhausted and frustrated as I was.

Taking a deep breath, he nodded. "You're right… I'm sorry Bells... when Sammy called, saying you weren't answering his phone calls and went to check on ya, and you weren't there… I didn't know what to thi-…"

He turned to look at me and smiled.

My heart twisted. Painfully.

"Okay, I'll stop. I'm sounding like the Chief, huh?"

I winced, not the image association I ever wanted. "Don't say that."

I smiled despite myself.

We chuckled in unison, low and soft. Fulfilling, if only for a moment.

Silence.

Tucking a loose, curled strand of dark hair, I discreetly cleared my throat. Hoping for a distraction, I reached out to tune the radio looking for any station to fill the awkward yet comfortable silence that had settled within his beloved Impala.

I nearly jumped out of my skin as our hands unexpectedly touched. His hands were warm, so warm and the rough, calloused layer of his skin was… manly.

"Sorry." I muttered, trying to calm the bazaar pulsing of my skin. Pulling away as though I'd been burned.

"Bah. It was my fault," He dismissed, not giving it a seconds thought. "So, pick your poison…what'll it be…some heavy metal, classic rock…"

I raise a thin brow and fold my arms together. As if Dean took any of my musical requests into consideration while in his baby.

"AC/DC it is," He grinned, winning a battle that exceeded my control.

"You never did tell me how you managed to get into the party, it was wrist banded and by invitation only." I piped up suddenly, genuinely curious.

He drummed along the rim of the steering wheel, following the beat.

Dean scoffed, "You act like they'd never let anyone in with a keg. Good old supply and demand, my little Hells Bells. Supply and demand."

I shook my head and smirked. That Dean, always a sweet talker.

"Hmmm."

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing at all." My smile told a different story.

"No, that's definitely something…" He leaned over to ruffle my thick, auburn hair, turning it into a rat's nest.

"Hey," I protested, laughing. "You didn't spend a whole two hours at war with the curling iron, watch it." Swatting his hand away, I dug my heel into the mat of his car.

"Never pegged you for the girly type."

"I'm not." I told him, slightly offended. "Just wanted to look nice is all. It was Angela's idea."

"I don't know if I like that Angela chick. She seems like a bad influence that one." Dean added.

You're joking, right?" That idea was nothing short of insane.

"Hey, you know what they say about the quiet ones."

"Pfft. Right." I replied, dabbing the corners of my eyes, wiping off the excess mascara.

He shrugged. "You never know."

"Anyway," I continued, changing the subject. "I was just thinking what, with prowess of your stature, you'd be able to talk your way in. Not as smooth as you think you are, Dean?"

An indescribable shift in energy occurred just as we stopped at a red light. The look in Dean's piercing eyes rendered me speechless. Those eyes… were dark yet sparked that beautiful shade of emerald, as an unreadable expression crossed his face. Not anger, but strikingly similar. Was that... hunger? My throat went dry as my tongue darted out to wet my lips. I could see his gaze follow as I brushed it along my amble bottom lip.

"Uh, Dean?" I breathed out, barely recognizing the sound of my own voice. "The light."

What. Was. That?

Snapping out of his daze, he frowned, stepping on the gas pedal. I opened and closed my mouth, gaping like a fish out of water. Say something… anything!

Loud music cuts through the suddenly weird atmosphere. I recognized that ringtone.

And my mood sank to the bottom of my proverbial barrel.

Dean flips the phone out of his pocket in one quick movement.

"Hey Hun."

It was Lisa.

"Yeah, she's right here. I'll be home in a bit… I hadn't realized it's so late… I'm sorry."

I had no right to be jealous. Dean wasn't mine, he didn't belong to me.

And yet I couldn't deny the fact that my heart filled with envy and contempt at the sound of her voice, her presence. Her being around Dean cut me deeper than any knife ever could.

Stop it, Bella.

Lisa had been perfect from the moment I met her. I was a terrible person. A terrible friend for wanting what I could never have.

Crap.

I looked away, trying to ignore the way Dean's voice changed when he talked to her. It was sweet, too sweet. And smooth, entirely too smooth. My cheeks flushed as I imagined how he would sound while in their bedroom… except, I wished he were occupying mine instead.

Don't do this to yourself.

I was a sucker for punishment.

My phone startled me as it began to vibrate in my black purse. I hated that stupid thing.

The corners of my lips twitched as I dug to retrieve it. It was Sam.

Hey, you okay?

Read his text message.

Yep, I'm fine. Thanks, and sorry about tonight… I'll explain tomorrow.

I pressed send, and continued to look out of the window.

Not long after that, my phone buzzed again while Dean continued his conversation.

Don't sweat it, see ya then. Sleep tight. :)

I sighed and smiled sadly. By then, Dean had hung up.

He looked at me suspiciously. Must have seen me engaged in my phone.

"Sam." I said simply.

"Ah."

He returned his attention to the road and said nothing else. I would be home in a matter of minutes.

What a night.

A/N #2: I realize Bella might seem bratty and perhaps a bit OOC and for that I apologize, but it was necessary for the tone of my story. And yes Angela makes a small cameo in this chapter as one of Bella's friends in Kansas. No, that is not the change of which I spoke of earlier. If you're inclined, please let me know what you think. I hope you liked it. =)