Hey y'all,

I just wanted to fill you in on a few things: First of all, Bella and Sam are the same age. Secondly, I'm mixing the vampires of Supernatural and Twilight together. For the most part they have the same traits as Twilight's vamps except in SN they're a little easier to kill. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

I friggin' love Twilight and Supernatural but I don't own them. (Not yet anyway!!)

SPOV

Dean cursed under his breath most of the way to the motel room. Finally, he calmed down and looked at me. "She's going to be fine Dean, if nothing else then at least we'll get a shot at the demon" I reassured him. He didn't bother to answer me as he turned into the parking lot. He pulled in next to Bella's new Chevy Avalanche. It was a big truck and no one ever expected to see such a tiny girl hop out of it. I think that's why she liked it so much.

"Do you think she'll want to bunk with us or have her own room?" he asked as we moved toward the trunk of his car. "I don't think she'll care," I said as I grabbed the last bag and made my way to the door. It was unlocked, as if she had been expecting us. "I think she's in the shower," Dean said as he sat down on the bed. "Hey Bells, it's just us" I called through the door. "I'll be out in a sec guys," she answered as I turned toward the tiny wooden table where I sat up my computer.

I thought about the first time we met Bella. My dad had gotten a tip about unexplained deaths in Oregon. We found her in the warehouse where Victoria was keeping her. Every inch of skin was scratched or covered in bruises. Her face was swollen and unrecognizable. Bella's wrists had been tided together above her head and her feet dangled above the ground. "Jesus Christ!" Dad whispered as he cut her down. It damn near gave us all a heart attack when she suddenly gasped and fought back.

"It's okay, we're here to help you," I said holding her face gently in my hands as Dean cradled her from behind. She stopped thrashing and opened the lesser swollen eye. She looked down at the corpse of the vampire and sighed with relief. As I torched the bloodsucker, Dean focused on trying to keep her awake so we could get her to a hospital.

"What's your name?" He asked as he gave her a light shake. "Bella… Swan" she whispered, slurring her words. Suddenly I was flying through the air and slammed into a wall. Dean slid down the wall right after I did and Dad wasn't far behind. I looked for our attacked and saw him gliding across the room toward us. I glanced at Dean and knew we were in trouble. "Charlie, no please don't do this" Bella called to the newborn. He hesitated for a fraction a second and lifted me up. I could feel his cold breath on my neck and then an ear-piercing growl ripped through the night. I dropped to the ground to see that Bella, with Dean's machete in her hand, had cut off his arm. Dad tackled him to the ground and Bella swung the blade down on the newborn's neck. As the vampire's head rolled away, she screamed out with so much pain that I thought she was being attacked again. "I'm so sorry, Daddy" she said before she collapsed.

We posed as her family when finally made it to the hospital in Salem. It was fifteen-minute drive from the warehouse but it had felt like hours. Usually we just took off after we made sure everyone was safe but something was different about her. Vampires killed for food but this one had kept and tortured her. I wasn't sure why we stayed but we did. After she woke up and explained her side of the story, we told her ours. When she said that she wanted to fight too Dad tried to talk her out of it, but she was stubborn and eventually she won.

Dad took her to Bobby's and after a month of staying there with her, I got my acceptance letter and scholarship offer to Stanford. I will always regret not saying goodbye to her or Dean when I took off. To this day, my brother had no ideal that I stayed in touch with her the entire time I was there. She even met Jessica a few times before Dean came for me to hunt Dad down a year ago.

The door to the bathroom opened, pulling me out of my memories.

BPOV

I opened the door to the motel and sighed. It was a hideous yellow and lime green combo straight out of the seventies. I walked across the tiny room to one of the two queen beds. I sat on the edge, testing the softness. "Awesome" I whispered to myself another crappy room with a hard bed. I slipped off my shoes, grabbed my bag, and headed for the shower. I turned on the water and let it heat up. I stepped inside and let the hot water relax my muscles.

Suddenly I heard the motel room door open and muffled voices. My mind went straight into defense mode as I reached for my gun. "Hey Bells, it's just us" Sam's voice called through the bathroom door. "I'll be out in sec, guys" I responded as I shut of the water and grabbed my towel. I dried off and brushed my hair. I put on a shirt I stole from Dean a few months back and a pair of black yoga pants. I opened the door to find that Sam and Dean had taken their usual places. Dean was sitting on bed closest to the door. Sam was sitting in front of his laptop, his face full of concentration.

"Hey, I was wondering where that shirt went" Dean said as I moved to the empty bed. I just smiled as I threw back the covers and crawled in. I closed my eyes and waited. "Bella," Sam started and I glanced up to see him walking over to the bed. "I'm fine Sammy, I swear, let's just take a nap," I said as he crawled in next to me. Dean turned off the TV and both boys were asleep almost instantly. I laid there listening to their breathing for a while, feeling safe, as I finally drifted to sleep.

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