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It's a Crossover: Twilight/New Moon/Eclipse by Stephanie Meyers and Supernatural

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Chapter One: Now Entering the Salad Bowl

The unnamed town that Sam was being forced to visit was almost as horrible as he'd pictured it. Everything was covered in green. The flora was green, the trees were green, and if that wasn't enough he even spotted a few green painted houses. As if the owners wanted to blend into the perfectly leafy background. To make matters worse, the town was small. So small in fact he doubted anything even mildly dangerous happened here. Maybe the worst case scenario being a cat stuck in a tree...

"So much for the homicide…" Dean muttered as if reading Sam's thoughts.

"So much for one crazy psychic in the family." Sam countered, for the sake of having nothing better to do.

Dean grimaced.

"Do you at least remember the name of the salad bowl you've forced me into?" the younger hunter sagged in his seat and stretched his legs as far as the upholstery would allow. Dean gave a smirk as he pulled into a gasoline station.

"Passed a sign on the way here," he opened the car door and let himself out. "I was close. The salad bowl has a name. It's called Forks." His serious charade quickly faded and he cracked a smile.

'Forks,' Sam snickered. 'How absolutely ironic…'

"Shouldn't be so hard finding this long lost uncle of ours. All we have to do is ask around." Dean quickly set to fill up the car with gas and that gave Sam enough time to find all the flaws in Dean's plan.

For one it was stupid, especially since they didn't even know the man's name.

And secondly, for all they knew the dude could have chosen to leave this salad bowl for a place with a bit more sun…like Antarctica. Because at this rate, Sam was more liable to get a tan from a light bulb… well, at least their cancer rate should be low. He gave a quick look around and shook his head.

Maybe they did get lucky and accidently wandered into a ghost town.

A sudden slamming of a car door had Sam jumping back into reality. He turned his head to glance at his brother only to become suddenly confused. Dean was gripping the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles almost white as if he were trying to break the thing in half.

"Dean? What's wrong? Is the car—"

He didn't get a chance to finish as Dean quickly started the engine and with a speed and precision Sam only saw him use when they were hunting, Dean swiftly fled from the gasoline pump. Sam quickly twisted around to catch what had made his brother so upset but what he found only disappointed him and served to confuse him even more. He slowly turned back into his seat only to find that his brother looked normal again.

"Dean?" he inquired. Dean merely flashed his brother a grin. But Sam wasn't fooled. He knew that face better than the owner did at times and quickly deduced that whatever happened back there had gotten under Dean' skin.

Sam narrowed his eyes but kept quiet. He'd have to save his prodding for another time; Dean wasn't getting away with this little evasion.

The car was now quiet again and Sam turned to face the window. They were now quite a ways away from the gasoline store and heading into what seemed like neighborhoods. This gave Sam a chance to think and possibly come up with scenarios to which had Dean in a bipolar frenzy. He cast his brother another glance and gave a frustrated sigh.

What could be so bad about a regular Jeep?

Take it, it was something Sam had never expected in a town like this. Everything here seemed a little bland and quite regular. So of course a rich Jeep like that might seem a little out of place, but that was as far as Sam thought the weirdness went. There had to be wealthy people somewhere in this town, right?

"Do me a favor and don't think in public. You look constipated." Dean commented dryly. Ignoring that jab for now, Sam decided to pounce.

"What was up back there? What happened!? Did the people in the Jeep say something to you!?" that was the only other reason Sam thought might have provoked his brother to perform a stunt like that.

To his surprise Dean only looked confused. "Don't act stupid either!" Sam snapped, Dean's dumb ploy wouldn't work now, especially in a place such as this.

"Sammy boy…there's a time in a man's life when he gets too paranoid. This tends to happen when you're fifty so if you don't explain yourself I might have to have you committed."

That just happened to be the last damn straw.

Somewhere, basic survival instincts told Sam that pouncing on the man that was driving the car fifty miles an hour was—well, bad.

They proved to be right as the car skid off the road and was now driving on the shoulder instead. With a yelp and somewhat anger and frustration the older managed to push the younger off of him and quickly regain control of the car. After a second, the yelling started.

"DAMNIT SAM! THAT'S TWICE IN TWO FUCKING DAYS!" Dean was back to gripping the wheel tightly and that only served as a reminder as to why Sam decided to go mountain lion on his older brother.

Sam steeled himself and prepared to discuss this as calmly as he could but Dean went and ruined it all. With a frustrated growl he began to rant. "First it's your damn obsession with the living dead and then your annoying need to fill me in on all the crap you've been inhaling! As if that wasn't enough you keep on bitching about our little visit here! Now you go and try to kill us again just because I wanted to get this over and done with! I would have thought you'd appreciate my haste! What in the world was so damn important that you'd risk our lives for!? Tell me Sam, this better be worth it…" Dean left off with another warning growl and suddenly Sam felt the need to literally blow something up.

"TELL ME WHY YOU LEFT IN SUCH A HURRY! WHAT'S SO BAD ABOUT A FUCKING JEEP!?" it took a moment, but Sam realized they were now parked in front of some school.

And apparently they were both yelling loud enough to draw attention to themselves as a few students of the school stopped and actually stuck around to see what all the yelling was about.

Dean noticed his staring and looked to the crowd of young people wondering what the hell was going on. With a few dark mutterings that Sam couldn't make out Dean grit his teeth and his expression became cold. He turned all his attention to the small crowd and gave one of the coldest, most pissed off glares his face could possible produce.

Dean looked absolutely murderous.

Even Sam hid a wince at the level of that stare and couldn't help but try and repress his laughter as he saw the poor kids scatter, none of them having the gall to look back. His laughter and slight smile quickly wore off though after he glanced at Dean for a moment.

He gulped as that same stare was leveled on him this time.

"Er…I'm sorry?" Sam offered lamely and for the likes of him, he couldn't remember his argument anymore. Dean's eyes narrowed and before he could utter one word there was a fierce tap on his side of the car window.

TAP, TAP ,TAP

Sam turned, glad for the distraction, and quickly rolled his window down.

He was met with the stern but mildly amused face of a police officer. The man didn't look that old and didn't look like he could impose much authority either. Not that Sam would say this to the man's face….

"Is there a problem gentlemen? If there is, I suggest you take it somewhere else. You see, the school doesn't appreciate strangers having a yelling match in front of their building." The man's voice was gentle, ere firm and Sam mustered up one of his most innocent looks yet.

"No problem here sir. We were just leaving. Sorry for, er…disturbing the peace." He hoped with his innocent look and near angelic voice and apology he'd be able to let them off with something akin to a warning.

He didn't expect the man's face to completely sour for a second.

Besides him, Dean let out a few snickers and Sam felt his own face sour as well. He'd often used this little 'weapon' of his to persuade people to his side. To his smug delight, it often worked. What about his innocent facade had this man scowling?

"Er, I'm sorry about that. You just reminded me a bit of someone I know." The man's voice was no longer firm, but friendly and smiling, probably due to his strange switch in personalities.

"That's fine officer. My brother here is special and I apologize for any weirdness he might have inflicted upon you." Dean's face was serious and had both the officer and Sam blinking.

Sam recovered quickly and scowled. The officer seemed to not understand the joke and probably assumed Sam's 'condition' was real and merely waved it off. This only served to make Sam's scowl darken.

"You two must be new here. I'm Officer Swan, but I guess you can call me Charlie." The man put a hand forward and Sam idly shook it, still a bit put out.

Dean, though, had a slightly confused look on his face before it turned a bit to suspicion. "Charlie Swan?" he questioned and the officer raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, son. That's right." Sam wouldn't blame the man it he was questioning their sanity just about now. Dean then gave a nervous laugh and not so subtly nudged his brother. "What!?" Sam snapped.

"What indeed." Charlie looked on a bit weary. Dean seemed to be the only one on the inside joke. He quickly reached into the glove compartment and pulled out something Sam couldn't see. It was obviously a picture, but of what Sam didn't know.

With a grin Dean shoved it into Officer Swan's hands. With a roll of his eyes, Sam stopped and regarded the man's face. He was surprised with the show of emotion.

Complete and utter shock was written all over the man's face. Dean then leaned back and began to howl with laughter. Sam was now confused if a bit worried. They couldn't afford to be locked in jail right now…

"This—this is…" the man stuttered and for a long moment he studied both their faces. "Ah, I can see the slight resemblance…" he muttered. "You're both all grown up. I didn't realize Dean would grow up an idiot like his father, it's pleasant surprise to say the least…"

Sam felt like screaming.

The man was now chuckling and shaking hands fondly with his brother. Sam couldn't take it anymore. He quickly snatched the photo away from the man and looked at the five people in the slightly faded picture.

There were two men and three children, (two boys and one girl) in the picture. One man held two children and the other held one. The man holding the two children was smiling and with a slight gasp Sam realized the man was a younger version of his own father. So that meant the children were he and Dean. Sam, being the baby and Dean being the difficult five-year old. Sitting next to them was a younger version of Charlie Swan. In his arms was a girl who seemed around the same age as Sam, maybe a bit older. His daughter maybe…?

"Salad bowl to Sam; repeat, salad bowl to Sam…" Sam looked sideways and grimaced slightly at Dean's crazy grin. "Sam…" he said a bit seriously, "I'd like you to meet Charlie Swan, the man about to arrest us and our father's late half-brother."

Charlie's laugh was a pleasant distraction.

"You remembered…?" Sam couldn't really think of anything else to say. Dean gave a smirk. "Name rang a bell. Although, his face shoulda tipped me off…" he said lightly.

Sam turned and gave his long lost uncle a nervous smile, which sorta looked like a deranged grimace. "Hi?" Dean snickered and before Sam could retort Officer Swan spoke.

"Well," Charlie interrupted chuckling. "I guess this salad bowl just added two more nuts."

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(A/N: Done. Next Chapter, we meet our favorite blood drinking family! Yay!

For the sake of this fic Sam will be very close to turning eighteen. Dean is, I think four years older, making him twenty-two. Please go along with this...pout...

Guess who Sam's 'near angelic and innocent face' remind Charlie of. Heh heh…

This will have a plot. I am very damned determined it will. I am almost done with the book, Eclipse. (By tomorrow morning I should be done) I am debating at what part Sam and Dean should intrude on the book's plot. I'm aiming for somewhere either at the end of New Moon or right at the beginning of Eclipse.

Any questions? Leave a message or review and I'll answer to the best of my ability without trying to ruin key plot points…

Please review. Pwease? :3

Till Later.

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