****Author's Note****

So a few people are concerned that I'll throw in a Dean/Bella pairing but don't worry. It is true that she's starting to like Dean, but I didn't throw that in solely for the fun of it. It's actually going to be relevant to the plot. Also, she's not the only Twilight character to act strangely. It's intentional, just trust me.

Minhthu - Of course you can translate this story if you want! Glad you think it's worth it :)

I don't own Supernatural (I wish) or Twilight (thank goodness).

****Chapter 3****

"A Cullen?" growled Dean. The nurse looked back at him curiously. He pasted a smile on his face before continuing more quietly, "My doctor is a Cullen? As in, related to the teenage bloodsucker we killed in the forest? And you didn't think to mention it earlier?"

"Well, there's not much I could do about it when he was talking to you," Sam pointed out. "And I don't think he's that interested in killing you. He doesn't know you killed his… son, I guess."

"Oh yeah? Well, I can think of plenty of reasons for a vampire to work as a doctor, and they all involve killing people who had nothing to do with his son," said Dean grimly. The nurse paused to open a door and directed them to a room off the hallway. Inside was an examination table with an x-ray machine positioned above. A man was adjusting something on the machine as they entered.

"I don't think anyone's going to believe you died of a broken wrist," Sam said wryly. "Look, if you're worried, just keep a machete close by. But you can't just go killing doctors in hospitals just because you hate them on principle. This is an opportunity, okay? We know what he is, but he doesn't know anything about us."

"I'm thinking I'll use this 'opportunity' to slice his head off the second he shows up," muttered Dean.

The man finished up with his machine and greeted them. "So we're x-raying that wrist of yours? Sit here, please. If you would remove your jacket and any metal you're wearing, Mr. Winchester, thank you." Dean sat impatiently through the x-ray. When he finished, the nurse returned to escort Dean to a large room with small beds separated by curtains. Bella was on one of these beds, speaking with Dr. Cullen and a mustached man in a policeman's uniform.

"You don't think she's spilling everything to the policeman, do you?" Dean asked Sam.

"Honestly, she's crazy if she doesn't," said Sam. "Make for the doors?" He and Dean began to back away, but before they could take more than a few steps, the doctor turned and saw them. They tensed, hands going towards their guns.

"Ah, there's my other patient!" he called out, smiling. "I hear you picked up the chief's daughter as well. That was good of you." He seemed to be genuinely pleased, and Sam and Dean relaxed somewhat.

"Bella's dad is the chief of police?" Dean said to Sam. "And he didn't do anything about the pedophile boyfriend?" He shook his head in mock disappointment as the doctor approached, taking the x-rays from a nurse.

"Well, this break looks manageable," he told them, examining the x-rays. "It's bad enough that it might swell, though, so we're going to put on a splint for the first few days." He set to work on Dean's wrist. Dean gritted his teeth as he felt the touch of the vampire's hands. His eyes strayed to his bag, where he had stowed his machete.

"So, Dr. Cullen," Sam said, giving Dean a pointed look, "You're a local?"

"Yes, I moved in a few years ago," he replied. "And please, call me Carlisle. It's a small town; I don't stand on formality."

"Right," said Sam. "You have any family, then?"

"Something like," Carlisle said, looking up a moment. "Why do you ask?"

"Just small talk," Sam said quickly. "But we do have some questions, as part of the US Wildlife Service. Have you heard of many animal attacks in the forest around town?"

"No, I haven't." Carlisle seemed to be focusing on Dean's wrist.

"You sure?" asked Sam, watching him. "There haven't been any sort of…unusual deaths, either?"

"Yes, I…" Carlisle trailed off, eyes on a point over Sam's shoulder. Sam turned and saw a pale young woman with dark hair in a pixie cut walking towards Carlisle, a troubled expression on her face. Her eyes flickered over Sam and Dean, and Sam saw something like anger flash in their depths.

"What is it, Alice?" asked Carlisle.

She gazed at the brothers a moment longer, then whispered something into Carlisle's ear. His hand suddenly tightened on Dean's wrist. Dean grunted in surprised pain.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked, looking from one pale face to the other.

"I…" Carlisle looked around at the busy room. "Alice was just telling me something about home. But, you know, I think I forgot something. If you two would come with me for a moment?"

Sam and Dean exchanged glances. "Sure…" said Dean hesitantly. Sam grabbed their pack from the floor and they followed the vampire to a door at the other end of the hallway.

Carlisle opened it and they entered. Then he let the door fall closed, saying as he turned, "Now if you would—" But he never finished his sentence.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't cut off your head right now," Dean said roughly, pinning the man to the wall, machete against his neck.

"Because if you do," Carlisle said slowly, "Alice will kill your friend." Dean looked behind him. Alice had pinned Sam's arms at his side with one arm and was gripping his hair and holding his head at an odd angle with the other.

"Come on, I know his hair is glorious," quipped Dean. "But if you wanted to feel it, all you had to do was ask."

"I thought maybe my vision was wrong," Alice's girlish voice was strangely incongruous with the strength of her arm clamped around Sam's arms. "But it looks like it was probably true."

"Vision?"

"Alice has visions of the future," said Carlisle. "She had one earlier today which disturbed her. She saw you two kill my son, Edward."

"Oh, so that's what this is about," said Dean, comprehension dawning.

"So you've already done it!" Alice said in horror. Her grip around Sam's chest constricted and he groaned.

"Whoa, whoa, hold up," Dean said quickly. "It was self-defense, okay? He attacked us."

"Edward?" Carlisle looked disbelieving. "He would never do such a thing unprovoked. We live in peace with humans."

Dean scoffed. "Oh, yeah, sure. Tell that to the man Sparkle Boy killed."

"He what?" Carlisle's expression seemed genuinely shocked now.

"He'd been bitten and had the blood sucked out of him," Sam put in.

"Yeah," said Dean harshly. "By a vampire. Because vampires kill people. Why am I even talking about this? I should just be killing you two now, saving the people in this town."

"No, you don't understand," said Carlisle, frowning. "Edward, all of us—we're vegetarian vampires."

"Vegetarian—" Dean scoffed. "There's no such thing."

"Well, not exactly vegetarian. We only drink animal blood, not human," Carlisle explained.

"Is that a thing?" Dean turned to Sam.

"Twilight world, twilight rules, I guess," Sam said, attempting to shrug. "But then, if none of you vampires would have attacked that man, who did?"

"There must be other vampires in town," said Carlisle. "Most vampires are not like us, and still feed on human blood. We can help you find them. Please, let's just put away our weapons and we can resolve this civilly." When Dean didn't move, he said, "Alice, release him." Alice let go of Sam, and he rolled his neck and shoulders before stepping closer to Dean.

"What do we think?" whispered Sam.

"I don't trust vampires who offer to turn traitor against their own kind," Dean said.

"You trusted Benny."

"Yeah, well, we got to know each other in Purgatory first. And Benny had enough self-respect not to sparkle."

"Well, I think this makes sense with the books," Sam reflected. "All these girls think it's romantic, right? I'm guessing they like the idea of a boy who is dangerous, but not morally ambiguous."

"So what, you think I should just let this guy go?" Dean sounded disbelieving. "He could turn right around and kill us, easy!"

"You know I can still hear you two when you face away from me," Carlisle commented drily. "I promise I won't kill you, but I'm perfectly willing to accept it if you want to keep your weapons out."

"Please let me slice his head off," Dean said.

There was a blur of motion, and he suddenly found himself knocked off his feet. Alice stood over him with the blade. "Don't even think about it," she snarled.

"Whoa, princess," Dean said, holding his hands out placatingly. "Fine, we can talk."

Alice lowered the machete, but did not give it back.

"About these other vampires," Sam began. "Do you know who they are?"

"No," said Carlisle. "I had not heard of any vampires in town till now. They must have recently arrived."

"So this really is the first attack?"

"I believe so."

"Then what was Edward doing with that body?"

"He must have discovered it just before you did," said Alice. "Edward is—was—a good person. He would have been worried that people are getting hurt."

Sam shifted uncomfortably, but Dean didn't seem bothered. "Well, if you guys don't know anything else, I think Sam and I need to go take care of some business, so if you'll just…" He put his hand out for his machete.

"Oh, let me finish your splint first," said Carlisle solicitously. He stepped forward. Dean quickly stepped back.

"Whoa, whoa, hold it right there. I still don't trust you. You're still vampires."

"Oh, but Carlisle has never hurt a soul!" Alice said. "He's a wonderful doctor, just ask anyone."

"I've never murdered a patient," Carlisle said. "I don't intend to start now."

"Not even your son's murderer?" Sam asked suspiciously.

"Oh, I can tell you're a good person," Carlisle said agreeably, reaching once more for Dean's wrist.

"Yes, I'm sorry we were rude earlier," said Alice. She handed Dean his blade. "I'm sure Edward would have wanted us to treat you as one of us."

Sam and Dean exchanged baffled looks. Dean took the weapon, clearing his throat. "That's…very kind of you, but, uh, I think I can just handle this myself." He smiled unconvincingly.

"Are you sure?" she asked, eyes wide and innocent. "Do you have a place to stay? Because we would love to have you stay with us."

"Yes, please, let us offer you our hospitality," Carlisle said.

"Yeah, not happening," Dean told him. "Come on, Sam."

They left the room, throwing a last suspicious glance at the two vampires.

I didn't get as far with this chapter as I hoped, but I've already started the next one. Hopefully I'll be able to finish laying the groundwork soon and get the story moving. Thank you for reading and giving feedback!