Ok, so.

First of all, I want to thank you all so much for the positive feedback!

Second of all, this is setting is between season 3 and 4 of Supernatural.

Thirdly, I don't own Twilight or Supernatural, bit I do own this plot.

On a side note, the demons in this story are far more powerful than in in the show.

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As my legs give out from under me, I feel two arms pick me up before everything goes dark.

Dead. He's gone.

My father has departed, and I will never get to see him again.

How can I live with myself knowing that I won't ever get to see him again? How do I even begin? Where do I begin? Why do all the people I care about die or leave me? What did I do to deserve this pain?

I wake up in Bobby's familiar living room on the old couch, with an afghan draped over me as I lay there. I hear three male voices softly talking from somewhere in the room, making me shoot up into a sitting position before I remember what happened and why I am here in the first place.

"Bobby?!" I called, panicked as I tried to stand only for my legs to begin shaking.

Three sets of steps quickly rushed into the room as I sat there feeling as if the walls were about to close in on me.

I could feel my entire body beginning to shake as I tried to get my lungs to inhale a much-needed breath of oxygen, but they wouldn't comply. I soon began to see darkness seep from the edges of my vision, but I am powerless to fight it.

Just as I begin to fall back I feel a stronghold capture my upper arms before I am let go. I, however, don't fall back completely. Instead, I fall onto a broad chest, as a pair of well-built arms, and a burly chest.

I can feel myself begin to panic more before I hear a deep, smooth voice speak next to my ear. "Easy. Breathe. Come on, Hell Bells, breath. In and Out." He gently encouraged me.

I felt myself slowly begin to relax, and slowly feel as my breath began to regulate, the walls seemed to be staying where they were— for now.

"Here, Bellsy, drink this." I heard Bobby say before he handed me a cold glass.

I slowly sat upright before downing the cool stiff liquid that Bobby handed me, wincing as it burned down my throat. A warm feeling spreads throughout my body, as I chug it down. When the glass is empty I almost groan in disappointment. I know nothing is going to be the same when I open my eyes, my father will still be gone, and Isabella Marie Swan will be too.

Nothing will ever be the same, so I allow my mind to pretend that everything will be alright even though part of me is dying and wants to just lie on the floor. My father wouldn't want that, so I silently pray to the high heavens for the pain of his absence to stop, even for a little bit, before and gather what little strength I have left, and take a deep breath before I finally force my lids to pull back.

I gasp as I come face to face with the most handsome man I have ever laid eyes on. — Since Edward said it'll be as if he never existed, well he doesn't count either. Besides, I think even this man is much more handsome than even the inhuman vampire.

I stare dumbfounded at his handsome features. Those large green eyes are more mesmerizing than anything I have ever seen, his short-cropped dark blonde hair, makes me want to run my fingers through it just to feel the texture. I can feel him looking at me intently as I allow my eyes to roam all over his perfect profile.

I feel a slow, shy smile spread on my lips as he smirks back at me. His eyes doing the same thing as mine are doing to him.

But as I get to his jaw, I hear a throat clear behind us. Causing me to jump a foot in the air before sharply turning back to find Bobby and another young man giving us knowing smiles.

"Would you two like a room?" The other young man asks sarcastically, amused, with an eye roll.

I turned to reply to him but the man sitting before me beat me to the punch, "Yes, we would… I'm sure that Bobby here wouldn't mind at all, would you now, Bobby?" He snipped with an eye-roll of his own.

"Bells?" Bobby called, turning towards me, with an eye roll of his own. "Please excuse these two idjits. They're John Winchester's boys. That 'lunkhead over there is Dean, his older son, and this young man is Sam, his youngest son." He says, lifting two fingers to motion for me to follow him out to the back porch.

I slowly get to my feet and slip on my shoes before following him to the back door. Both brothers quickly follow after us, coming to a screeching halt when Bobby turns to them and shakes his head at them.

As he does I quietly walk towards the side of the porch and lean heavily onto it. Gasping, as my eyes begin to brim over, as I remember the last time we were here and how hard my dad and I worked in my training.

"How did it happen, Bells?" He asked me quietly, as he sat down on one of the four, large old wicker chairs that were placed around the porch.

I sighed, trying to keep my voice steady as I closed my eyes and tried to tell him what happened to my dad.

"A-A demon got through the barriers my dad placed around the house. I-I don't remember a lot, I just remember that I got home, and he told me to go to my room, after that, everything gets hazy. When I came to, my father was in a heap on the ground, and he had cuts and bruises everywhere, his breathing was erratic and he kept trying to tell me something else but he only told me to call John —I only got his voicemail and a number —which also sent me to another voicemail. When I finally was able to get in contact with you, I was headed to live with my mom in Jacksonville, Florida." I said, wiping my eyes fiercely.

"A demon managed to get through all of Charlie's barriers? How?" He asked, as Dean and Sam suddenly appeared on the porch.

The two men stared at me, with intent, and tension. Anxiously awaiting my reply as my brow furrowed, as I tried to remember the rest of the conversation.

"That is what Charlie said, he was tense as he asked me to run and lock myself in my room," I replied.

The truth was all I remembered was a flash of light in my room before everything went dark. Nothing else.

In fact, when I woke up again and saw that my father was hurt, I rushed towards him, I noticed there was a mess in the once clean room, and part of the floor had scuff marks and burnt pieces of wood. But who was going to believe that? I must have looked crazy to these men. I should probably just head to Florida with my mom like she suggested when I told her what had happened.

"Bells, what did the demon look like? Did it have yellow eyes? Black eyes? White eyes? Colored eyes?" Dean asked, walking towards me slowly, and sitting in the chair that was closest to me, before propping his feet onto the banister.

" He was a tall, older-looking fellow with graying hair and beard, he was dressed casually, but his eyes… they were yellow-- like them. Bobby, what the hell is going on?" I asked, feeling my blood pressure rise as they stared at me, slack-jawed. "What the hell are you all staring at?! Will somebody please answer me?" I asked, no begged, on the edge of hysteria.

Dean stood staring down at me, before looking back at Bobby and Sam. "Bells, what managed to get through all the barriers your father placed was a powerful demon, we are not sure which one it is yet, but trust me we will find out. Now, I need you to tell me something. Has anything abnormal been happening to you or around you lately? Or any time that you can recall that something abnormal happened to you growing up?" He asked me.

I stared up at him, frowning as I bit my lip. Realizing that I had to tell them the truth. What more could I possibly lose?

"Always," I replied, softly.


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