"I know we can talk this through and come to some sort of arrangement" Carlisle began. "And no one has to get hurt" he added, eyeing Emmett and Jasper, who now looked crestfallen.

"Dean, Sam, if you would oblige us" Carlisle indicated with his hand that they all move up to the house.

Sam was the first to move; he helped Dean up and dusted his jacket off. Dean rolled his shoulders and waited for the family to walk in front of him before he followed.

Rosalie shot poisonous glares at them as she walked past them, her nose in the air haughtily. Dean immediately started to walk on the other side of Sam, he couldn't stand to have his other foot broken, by a girl no less.

The group all settled in the lounge room. It became apparent to Sam pretty soon at the families lack of movement, no readjusting their seat position, no swallowing or even blinking in some instances. Emmett was the main culprit; Sam had a feeling he was doing this on purpose.

"So what can we do to settle your curiosity, I am sure you have a few questions and.." Carlisle began to say warmly, sitting in the prominent chair in the lounge room, his children standing behind him.

Dean suddenly held his hand up to silence Carlisle, "Wait a minute, where's my car?" he asked seriously.

Carlisle looked confused as this was not the question he expected and said slowly "Why, it's out the front" he said motioning with his hand somewhere behind his back.

"Who drove it?" Dean asked bluntly.

"I did" Edward said stepping forward.

Dean rose from his seat and strode slowly and with as much menace as he could summon, and pointed his finger at Edward, "If there is so much as a fingerprint on that windscreen, nothing will stop me from.."

"Whoa, calm down dude, it's just a car" Emmett began, holding his hands up defensively. Dean turned his face to glare at him.

"It's not just a car Emmett" Edward began, reading Deans thoughts, "It was his father's car, one of the few things that still hold meaning to him.." Edward said thoughtfully considering the man before him with his arms crossed.

"Would you just stop doing that already, its wiggin me out!" Dean told Edward, frustrated that now his thoughts weren't his own.

"Sorry, it comes so naturally, I hardly have to think about it" Edward chuckled.

"Do it again and I'll give you something to chuckle about" Dean threatened.

Edward looked curious now and Dean summoned a thought that involved himself and Edwards wife. Dean gave a cheeky smile and raised his eyebrows. Edward let out a low growl. Carlisle had to separate the two.

"Please you two, we are trying to sort this out civilly" he said holding each of them apart with his arms, standing in the middle, one looking ready to kill, the other smug and pleased with himself.

Sam just shook his head; he had a notion of what his brother could think of that would cause such a reaction.

A feeling of calm overcame the brothers and the room in general, Dean seemed to forget what he was arguing about, he was sure he was right what ever it was. He just shook his head, trying to clear it and decided it wasn't important and sat down again.

Changing the subject to avoid a blood bath Alice asked, "So how did you hear of us? We have been rather good at keeping a low profile, it took you guys a while to figure us out" genuinely curious.

"Well those reports in the newspaper got someone's attention, you know we're not the only hunters out there, someone's seen something or heard something, we check it out through our little grapevine and what do you know, you are actually here" Sam explained.

"Would you answer something for me though? Why? Why deny your natural instinct?" Sam continued still facing them all.

"Well, you don't go around biting people and drinking their blood do you? You'd feel terrible for taking someone's life wouldn't you? It's no different for us" Alice replied.

"But it's not my main diet" Dean said, failing to see still how they chose and overcame it.

Edward retold Carlisle's story, turning to his father often, in awe still, how hard it had been for him and how easy it all seemed now. Carlisle gave him a reassuring smile every now and then.

"So you see we're not all the evil monsters history has painted us as. We just want to live our lives; we eat animals, so do you. We don't see anything different between us and you." Edward said leaning back on the table.

"Except for the fact you can't die, your indestructible and you have your freaky abilities" Dean chipped in.

"Again, our abilities are just a little more enhanced than yours, you have track sprinters who break records all the time, and you have people who can read minds.." Edward told him.

"But those sorts of people are crack pots" Dean interjected, stating the obvious "And the ones that can actually read minds are some pretty evil sons-a-bitches" he said resentfully.

"Alright then, I have one" Sam said looking up to Edward. "When I passed you in the street, what was that?" he asked shrugging.

"We have a theory, nothing more than that. As you are aware I can read your thoughts" Edward said raising an eyebrow, catching Deans rude remarks in his head, "And it seems you have some sort of ability, I don't know exactly what it is, but it was pretty intense, none except some pretty talented Vampires have been able to see into my mind, you would do well to keep that to yourself" Edward warned him.

"We are governed by our own laws and we have our 'watchmen' so to speak, the first and foremost rule is not to be detected" Carlisle began.

"Well that ones out the window" Dean sniped.

It was midnight before Sam and Dean's questions seemed to finally run out. They were starting to get sleepy, a fact Jasper picked up on and gave the boys one at a time a slight rush, making them more tied when he decided to bring them down again.

"I think that has more than satisfied our curiosity for now" Dean said, "But I have to warn you, if we hear of anything freaky going down this way again, we will be coming straight to you guys for answers, and we can't guarantee that we won't be the only ones aware of you guys" Dean told them as they were walked to the gravel drive where the Impala was parked.

"We would appreciate it then if you made it known there was nothing here of importance, in your travels, to any other hunters you may meet. As you see, we live in harmony and in peace, we mean no harm and we deal with our own problems as they arise" Carlisle said rocking back on his feet.

"We can tell them only what they need to know" Sam assured Carlisle.

"I appreciate it, greatly. My family is the world to me and I have fought long and hard to have this peace" he explained, putting his arm around Alice.

Sam shook his hand. Dean saw a glint in the corner of his eye and found his gun that Carlisle had thrown earlier, he dusted it off and clicked the safety switch back on.

"Keys?" Dean asked pointedly at Edward. Edward produced them from his pocket and threw them at Dean's outstretched hand, a little too forcefully; he hadn't forgiven him for his earlier thoughts about Bella.

"Ouch, sonofa.." he said wincing as he cradled his hand and jumped around in a circle.

"Edward" Carlisle warned, shooting a sideways glance at his son. Edward shrugged and tried to look innocent.

Dean produced his gun again and clicked back the safety and held it at Edwards feet. Anger etched in his face.

"Dean!" Sam shouted at him "Comon man, just leave it, he'll only whip you again" he pleaded with him.

Reluctantly Dean clicked the safety on again. A stare off commencing again, Dean eventually tore his eyes away, climbing in the car and slamming the door.

"Sweet ride" Emmett said approvingly, eyeing the car as he walked around it, inspecting it from every angle.

"I know eh" Dean replied, finally seeing some sense in the bear like vampire. He turned the key and the engine roared to life.

Dean turned his headlights on and proceeded to back up, his lights swimming over the vampires gathered at the bottom of the stairs, highlighting their golden eyes and their pale and now he admitted it, rather beautiful skin. He was still convinced that Edward wore makeup though.

Sam threw his arm out the window to wave farewell; Dean lifted a finger off the wheel.

"Right, where the hell too next" Dean asked as they finally came to the tarred road of the 101.

"How about a demon" Sam suggested.

"Sounds perfectly normal to me" Dean said sighing with relief. "As long as it doesn't claim to be a do-gooder, I feel the need to shoot something" he said, putting the car in fourth and cruising out of the damp town of Forks.

"Think we'll see 'em again?" Jasper asked Alice.

"No, at least not as long as that Dean lives, he didn't seem to like us much" she mused, dancing at the end of Jaspers arm into the house again.