A/N: Thanks so much for all the positive feedback on the prologue guys! I spent all day Saturday answering emails from Fanfiction! If you didn't get a personal email from me then I am very sorry! I tried to answer them all!

So now we have moved further into the timeline and we pick up with Bella's story line! These next few chapters will stray away from the Supernatural time line and kind of explain a little more on what happens between the fire in Lawrence to the first episode of Supernatural so hopefully you won't get too bored!

Disclaimer: All the characters belong to their respective owners, Iclethea and I own nothing more than the story lines!

Chapter One: How it Began

May 1st, 1996

Bella POV

I woke with a startle coming back from my nightmare. I had the same nightmare so many times over the past thirteen years that it was normal. But it never got any easier either. It was always the same dream the same two people every single time. I asked Charlie about it the first time it happened, I think I was five years old, he explained what happened to my parents and that the nightmare was probably related to the trauma of losing them. But how could you explain the little boy that was carrying me, and the other baby that the man was holding? What about the man that carried me to Charlie's house, who was he? There were just too many questions that Charlie didn't have the answers to.

I quickly got dressed, shaking off my nightmare, and headed down the stairs into the kitchen. Charlie was still up in his room snoring loudly, I rolled my eyes as I pulled down two bowls and retrieved two spoons from the drawer.

This is the way my mornings had been for a few years; Charlie had never been the same since Renee left us. He was still the same old Charlie that I know and love but he wasn't the best caregiver a girl could ask for, but he is my blood.

When my parent's died in the house fire when I was only six months old, I was sent to live with him, my second cousin. He was a 20 something bachelor who was asked to take care of his orphaned cousin so he married Renee shortly after he got me so that I could have a mother. She was really nice, I never heard her say a mean thing about anyone, she and Charlie got on real well, but it didn't last.

She was too much of a free spirit to stay in Forks, she tried to convince Charlie to come with her that way we could still be a family, but something in Charlie made him refuse her offer. I've often wondered why he stayed in this town. Like Renee, I wanted to see the world, Forks was a small boring town where nothing happened. The most exciting thing that has happened at that police station is that Mrs. Wilkinson's cat got stuck in a tree. We made Mayberry look like New York City.

Charlie and Renee got divorced a few years later.

So now I get up every morning and fix us breakfast and he'll get ready for work and I'll get ready for school.

"Charlie?" I opened the door to his room. "Charlie, it's time to get up, you're going to be late for work."

"Huh?" I heard him muffle through the pillow. "Oh, hey Bells, I'm comin'."

He came down the stairs a few minutes later, dressed in his uniform and sat across from me. Just like we always do.

We ate in silence for a few minutes.

"I tell you Bella, it will be so much easier on me when you can drive yourself around."

I smiled. "I could already if you would let me."

"Hey, watch who you're talking too little lady," He pulled his coat back to expose his badge. "I'm still the sheriff in these parts."

We laughed as we finished eating then we got on the road to Forks Middle School.

While we were waiting in the drop off lane, I noticed a sleek looking black car that looked like it belonged in one of Charlie's old 1960's movies. The Kansas license plate read BQN 9R3, two boys were getting out of the passenger side of the car and an older man getting out of the driver's side. One of the boys looked to be my age and the other was a few years older. The man looked about Charlie's age maybe older, and had dark brown hair and a beard/mustache combo to match. The boy that looked my age was kind of mousey and had dark brown hair like his father and was almost a head shorter than his brother. The older boy had on a brown leather jacket and had a 'ladies love me' grin on his face. I could tell from here that he was probably a real jerk. Charlie noticed them too, and he looked worried.

"Hey Bella, do you mind if I drop you off here?" He asked me not taking his eyes off of them.

"Sure Charlie." I got out of the police cruiser and walked to the school and soon forgot about the boys until I went to my first period class.

"Class, this is our new student Samuel Winchester." The teacher introduced the boy who seemed very shy. "He'll be staying with us for a few weeks while his dad is on a business trip."

Winchester? Huh, what a funny coincidence, we had the same last name. I had gone back to my original last name before I started Middle school. It's kind of a long story and I don't really like talking about it. Not that I didn't like being a Swan, I just figured that I needed to stop pretending to be something that I'm not.

"I prefer Sam actually." The boy rubbed his arm self-consciously.

"Ok Sam, well I'll put you beside Isabella, I mean Bella, for the time being." The teacher pointed to me and I raised my hand so he could see me. That's interesting; we both go by shorter versions of our names.

As he was walking down the aisle to his chair one of the other boys stuck their foot out so that Sam would trip over it. Sam's books hit the floor and he landed on them a few seconds later. All the kids started laughing at him except me. I went over to help him pick up his stuff and help him up.

"Here you go." I smiled as I handed him his things. I noticed that his hair was almost the same exact shade as mine except for I had lighter, almost blonde highlights.

"I don't need help from a girl." Sam mumbled as he jerked the books out of my hand.

His words stung a little but I could relate. It was hard to be the new kid, or just be different from the masses. I still got strange looks from them being the sheriff's daughter.

The next time that I saw him was at lunch time, he was sitting alone at a table. I felt bad for him. No one else paid him any attention; I could see a lot of me in him. The shy girl that would always sit alone, everyone stared at her, wondering what sort of freak family she came from.

"Can I sit down?" I asked him as I came near the table. I tried to shake away the negative thoughts as I tried to remember how to smile.

He looked up in surprise. "Sure, I guess so."

We ate in silence, sizing each other up. I was the first to break the silence.

"I'm sorry about James Newton earlier, he's a big jerk." I smirked a little.

"It's okay, it happens all the time."

"So you're new here huh?"

"Yeah."

"I saw you this morning getting out with your brother and Dad, was your mom at work?"

His fork dropped and he stopped chewing. "My mom died when I was a baby." He whispered.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" I immediately felt guilty for even bringing it up. It was weird being on the other side of this awkward moment.

"It's ok, I don't really remember her." Sam looked up and smiled a little. His lips turned up a little in the corners like Charlie accused me of doing all the time.

I looked down at my plate. "My mom died when I was a baby too, so did my dad. I live with my mom's cousin. He was the closest family member that the court could find."

"Wow, what happened to them?"

"They died in a house fire."

I noticed that Sam's eyes tightened when I said that.

"Are you ok Sam?" I asked cautiously.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He smiled lightly, "When is your birthday, if you don't mind me asking?"

"May 2nd, tomorrow, why do you ask?"

"That's mine too." He smiled.

I laughed. "It's almost like were twins." It was a good idea. We look similar, same hair color but different eye color, a difference in height, but the same facial expressions. Maybe it was more farfetched than I had realized. But who didn't want to have a twin after watching Parent Trap? Though I was thinking my twin would be a girl….

He laughed along with me. There was a strange tone to his voice. The bell rang and student's started filing out.

"What's your next class?" I asked him as we started collecting our things.

"I think English?" He rummaged through his bag and found his schedule. "Yeah English with Mr. Hurdy."

"Me too! We can go together."

"Okay." He gathered his things and we walked out together.

Twenty minutes into Mr. Hurdy's lecture there was a knock on the door. My seat was close to the door so I turned to see who it was. It was Sam's dad. He looked straight at me like he knew me. I tried to look away and turn back around but it he looked so much like the man from my dream, it was almost uncanny. I could see in his brown eyes a mixture of joy, sadness, and relief.

"Come in." Mr. Hurdy waved his hand for Mr. Winchester to come in.

Mr. Winchester opened the door and was still looking at me. "Sorry for interrupting but I need to speak to my son, Sam." He finally turned to find Sam, sitting near the front. Sam noticed his father's stare and walked down the aisle to meet his father. "This will only take a second." They both walked out the door and it didn't shut the door all the way.

If I leaned back a little I could just barely make out what they were saying.

"You left your knife in the car this morning." I heard his dad say.

"You interrupted my class to tell me that?" Sam sighed. I could tell from his tone that this happened a lot with his dad.

"Well, you never know when you'll need it."

"Dad I don't think there's a monster here."

Monsters? Who in the heck is this kid?

"Keep your voice down Sam." He paused "Ok, I really came here to tell you that I'm not going to be able to pick you up today. Dean is coming to get you; I've given him the impala to drive so you can go back to the motel. Make sure that you two lock the doors and windows." He paused for a few seconds, "And make sure you salt them too."

"Yeah Dad, we will, we always do."

"Do you know anything about that girl that's sitting towards the back?" I heard his dad whisper a few seconds later.

"Not much why?" Sam neglected to mention the stuff we talked about at lunch. "Do you know her?"

"Keep tabs on her will you Sammy?" he completely ignored Sam's question.

"Why?" Sam asked.

"Because…" he hesitated. "Because I asked you to, that's why."

Sam sighed and said. "Yes sir."

I heard them coming back so I straightened back up in my chair and turned back to face the rest of the class.

"See you later kid." John told Sam ruffling his hair. His dad threw one last longing look at me before shutting the door, staring at me one more time, and then walked down the hall. Sam didn't pay much attention the rest of the class. He stared out the window wistfully. When class was over he walked straight out without looking at me.

I didn't have another class with him but I did see him after school. I walked over to him but didn't mention him waiting on his brother, didn't want him to know I was eavesdropping.

"Oh, hey Bella." Sam smiled at me.

"Hey Sam." I grinned back. "What did your dad want?"

"Oh, I left my key to the motel room in the car this morning. He was bringing it to me."

"Huh." He lied to me. Maybe he thinks I would turn him in for having a weapon on school campus. "Well do you mind if we wait on our rides together?"

"Sure, my brother should be here soon." Well he did tell me the truth on that one. Maybe I was blowing this out of proportion. That is what teenagers are supposed to do according to Charlie's parenting book at home.

We sat on the curb together.

"So what does your dad do?" I asked trying to sound nonchalant.

"He's a traveling salesmen. He decided to enroll us in school because he is working in Seattle for a few weeks." He replied, sensing my next question.

"Oh." Why would a traveling salesmen's son have a knife? And what about that monster comment earlier? It's highly possible that I misunderstood them earlier but what else do you need a knife for?

"What does your cousin do?" Sam broke through my internal drama.

"He's the sheriff around here, though not much happens, there is the occasional cat-stuck-in-the-tree scenarios. But that's pretty much it."

Sam laughed, but then he got quiet. He asked me a question so softly that I almost didn't catch it. "Do you remember anything about when your parents died?"

I sat in silence for a few minutes. Should I tell him about the nightmares? I mean he's practically a stranger. Charlie would probably blow a gasket if he knew I was talking with a strange kid and a boy at that. But I felt like me and Sam were kindred spirits. He had lost his mother so had I. We had this bond already established.

I sighed and began talking. "I don't remember a lot, I was only 6 months old. But I do have these… nightmares about it."

"Nightmares?" He questioned, leaning closer to me and his face becoming concerned.

"Yeah, I sometimes have nightmares about the night they died. Charlie, my cousin, thinks that it's my subconscious' way of dealing with the accident. I don't know…" I trailed off, letting my hair cover my eyes so that he couldn't see my face. It was embarrassing. I shouldn't have told him all that stuff, he probably thinks I'm some crazy emo freak now. I peeked through my hair to see if he was repulsed yet but he was sitting calmly on the curb beside me. I looked into his eyes and saw no judgment there.

"I don't have any memories of my mom, so I wasn't affected as much as my brother was. He was four years old when she died. We get into arguments sometimes because I don't understand why he's upset or why he sometimes wants to be alone." He smiled down at me understanding exactly what I was going through.

"Hey Romeo!" We jumped as Sam was called out by his older brother.

"Speak of the devil and he shall appear." I whispered, giggling, Sam didn't join me. My laughter died down as we stood up and went over to his car.

"So… who's your friend?" His brother wagged his eyebrows at me, yes, my first instinct was correct, he was a jerk.

"Dean this is Bella, Bella this is my brother Dean." Sam sighed.

"It's nice to meet you Dean. Sam has been telling me all about you." I winked at Sam.

"Oh really, all the nice things I hope." Dean replied, grinning at Sam. "Come on kiddo, it's time to go."

"Bella, where's your cousin?" Sam didn't want to leave me here by myself that was so sweet. Or maybe he was following his dad's request earlier.

I looked down at my watch, it was 4:15 "I don't know, he's usually here by now, I guess he's having to stay late at the office."

"I hope he's not rescuing a cat." Sam laughed.

Dean watched us with a preoccupied expression, out of the corner of my eyes I could see that it looked like he was thinking really hard about something.

"Hey, what if we give you a lift home?" Sam suggested.

"Oh I couldn't ask you to do that. I'm fine with walking." Shut up you idiot, you live on the other side of town! I mentally slapped myself.

"It's ok Bella, Dean would be happy to escort you, right Dean?"

"Huh?" Dean's voice sounded distracted, like he'd been pulled away from his train of thought. "Oh yeah, sure kid, just give me directions and I can get you anywhere you want to go."

"Are you sure?" I asked, picking up my stuff.

"Yeah, hop in." Dean smiled at me.

We speed off towards my house, not knowing what was waiting for us there.