Author's note: I just wanted to start something new. Let me know if you all like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight series or the television show SUPERNATURAL. Something me being a psychotic bitch…

The Wyvern

(Bella pov)

When I was little, around five or so, I dreamed of becoming a cop like my daddy. I didn't like my mother. She was hare-brained and flighty. She often left me alone for long periods of time by myself. My father was shot and killed on duty, so my mother packed up and left the small town of Forks, Washington for the hotter climate of Arizona. I didn't like it there. I told her it was too hot, too humid to be comfortable. She didn't listen to me though. She bought a bungalow and dated many men. I stayed home and learned to take care of myself. I avoided her many boyfriends and carried a pocket knife that my dad gave me for protection. I knew that she was my mother, but oh how I hated her. A six year old shouldn't have to know how to prepare her own breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I shouldn't have learned how to purchase groceries and how to get the best deals at the young age of six. I should not have been the one making sure the bills were taken care of and paid off. I learned the hard way when I had to go a month without electricity and warm water.

A few months after my ninth birthday, I heard a strange and loud growl outside my bedroom window. Being the mature child I was, I got out of bed and ran to my mother's room. I found her sleeping beside her most recent boyfriend. I smacked her face until she woke up. She told me to go back to sleep and tried closing her eyes. I told her that an animal was growling outside my window. She said it was probably a coyote and that it was nothing. Both her and her boyfriend shot out of bed when the growl, louder this time, was heard right outside her window. She told me to go back to my room and lock the door. I ran into the hall and dashed into my room. I peeked out the door as mom and her boyfriend crept down the hallway and into the living room. The man opened the door only to be pushed back and pinned by a large wolf. It had a humanoid shape and looked more like a human with canine features than a wolf. My mother was screaming. Instead of running out the door to get help, threw a dish at the monster. I stopped mauling her boyfriend, Paul or something, and attacked my mom.

I was shaking with my fear, but I left my room. I crept up to the monster as quietly as I could and stabbed it in the thigh with my pocket knife. The creature howled in pain and smacked me away from its body. It pulled the knife out of its leg. It dropped my father's pocket knife and stalked towards me. It stood up on its hind legs and let out a horrifying growl. Before it could attack me, a blade sliced through its neck. The creature stood there for a second before falling to the floor with a muffled thump. Its head rolled over the floor and stopped at the boots of a man. He had dark hair and a goatee. He was a handsome man, even with the blood staining the sword in his hand. He looked down at me with surprise. I flicked my gaze towards my pocket knife and grabbed it as quickly as I could. I held it between me and the strange man who had just saved my life.

His lips twitched into a small smile as he sheathed the sword. He kneeled before me and pushed my feet further apart. He pulled the knife out of my hand and repositioned it so that it faced outward. He smiled at me. "That's better." He stood up and grabbed a duffel bag that sat beside the door. He looked back at me. "You coming?" He walked out the door. I dashed back to my room and stuffed as much of my clothes as I could into my backpack. I grabbed my birth certificate and social security card along with clean underwear and my trusty converse high-tops. I ran out the door and found the man sitting in the driver's seat of a black 1967 Chevy impala. He grinned as I opened the door and climbed into the front seat. "My name is John Winchester and those two sleeping beauties back there are Dean and Sam. It's nice to have you aboard…"

I looked up at the man who saved my life. I should get out of the car right now and call the police. I should stay in the house and wait until they get here. I should answer their questions as they take my mother's body away and go live with some foster family that didn't know anything about me. I should be a good girl and do what society tells people to do when something bad happens. I stared into his eyes as I made the decision that would change my life. "Bella. My name is Isabella Odette Swan."

He smiled down at me and held out his hand. I placed my hand in his. "Hello, Bella." He gave my hand a firm shake before turning his attention to the road. I looked out the window and watched as the desert landscape blurred as he sped down the road. I didn't know what the future held for me, or what would happen, but I did know that everything happens for a reason. Meeting John Winchester was no accident. My father once told me that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. He told me that I could run all I wanted, but my destiny would catch up to me no matter what.

I sometimes wonder if my father knew what would happen to me. He taught me basic self-defense and gave me a pocket knife made of silver. He had the phrase 'Until my last breath' engraved on the blade. I had once asked him why it seemed incomplete and told me that I would figure it out one day. I still have that pocket knife. I used it to kill a wyvern, a dragon-like creature, and earned the name Wyvern amongst the Hunter society. I was good at what I did and learned from the very best. As good as I was Hunting skills doesn't comfort me at night when I'm alone on a job. So that's why I thought taking a job at the Washington State Department of Corrections was a good idea. To be surrounded by people would be a good thing. Sam and Dean would be there as inmates while I would go in as a psychiatrist or a warden. Reports of strange occurrences caught our attention and I wanted the job because it was close to home. Maybe I would go see my father's grave.

So now, here I was, being interviewed for the position of a guard. He said that everything checks out and that I start Sunday. I would be there to escort the new inmates into the facility come Monday afternoon. I would do a run through now and report my findings to Dean and Sam.

I opened the door and was met by a chorus of wolf calls and come-ons.

Oh, joy.

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-SPN :3