I shouldn’t be starting a new story (I put that on ever friggin’ story I write anymore…) But I was ‘burning’ to write this

I shouldn’t be starting a new story (I put that on ever friggin’ story I write anymore…) But I was ‘burning’ to write this. Deal with it!

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Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or Supernatural.

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Chapter 1

Dean Winchester slammed on the breaks suddenly in the middle of the deserted back road sending Sam into panic mode.

“What? What’s wrong?” Sam asked as Dean nearly dove over the seats, throwing things around. “Dean!” He got out of the car and followed Dean to the trunk. Once open, Dean shifted everything out of its original place.

“Dammit!” Dean growled in anger.

“Dean! What are you looking for?”

Dean looked straight at his brother. “Bella has the colt.”

“What?” Sam turned to the trunk and moved everything once more. “Are you sure? It’s got to be here somewhere!”

Dean paced the street. “She had to have stolen it on that last hunt,” he muttered, referring to Sam and Dean’s self-separation in a poor attempt to hunt yet another werewolf. They had decided to separate because this werewolf was different. It knew it was a werewolf and it was transforming at will.

“Dude! When were you going to tell me you met up with Bella?”

“Well…” Dean shifted his weight nervously, struggling for words. Sam crossed his arms angrily, waiting. Dean abruptly looked up. “What’s it matter? Let’s just hunt her down and take the damn thing back from her!”

“Yeah, but do you—” Sam was cut off by Dean’s cell, which he offensively answered in the middle of his sentence.

“Ellen…” Dean acknowledged.

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The brunette dropped her bag down on the floor next to the bed and took a seat, admiring the gun in one hand and the quiet cell phone in the other.

“You really are as dumb as you look, Dean,” she muttered, flipping open the phone and dialing. “Hello, I’ve got something here that may interest you greatly…”

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Sam pulled out a torn atlas as Dean drove silently down the freeway. “Okay, where are we going?”

“Some small town called Forks in Washington.” Dean paused and then chuckled before even getting his joke out.

“Dude, save it. We’re actually close to this job. Keep going up straight through Northern California and straight up into Washington,” Sam snapped.

“Oh,” Dean glanced at Sam. “Princess got her panties in a wad? Or is it just that time of the month?”

“I just don’t agree with Ellen!” Sam exclaimed. Dean regretted ever saying anything now. He had put his brother onto his soapbox of ‘don’t kill what’s not evil’ and it was getting old.

“Sam, they’re vampires! They kill to live! They’re going down!” Dean said, glancing in between the road in front of him and Sam.

“Dean, we can’t. They aren’t doing anything wrong! They aren’t killing people!”

“What are the chances that there are two covens of vampires that don’t want to kill humans? Think about it, Sam! Use that college head of yours.”

“But what if there isn’t! I mean, I’ve been doing research on the state. The bear and deer population has dropped from being over populated to being…normal.”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” Dean suggested stubbornly, studying the green in front of him. He realized then how much greener everything was and how much of it there was. It was everywhere.

“The only animal problem they have,” Sam continued as if Dean hadn’t said anything. “Is that there’ve been sightings of ‘large wolves’.”

“I still think they’re evil. Now tell me which way to turn, bitch.”

“Jerk.”

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Two men rummaged through an abandoned house on the outskirts of Forks. One slightly towered over the other, his hair inches longer.

“Dean, I’m telling you, there’s nothing here.”

“Maybe not here, but Ellen wouldn’t send us on a goose chase. There’s vampires here somewhere and I’m gunna find them.”

So they know about us, Alice thought. So much for being inconspicuous…

“Edward,” Alice called softly, walking out of her room. He didn’t answer. “Edward?” She started down the hall but stopped at Emmett’s door. “Have you seen Edward?”

Emmett shook his head. “I’m sure he’s moping around here somewhere.”

“I don’t mope,” Edward muttered, passing them and quickly descending the stairs. Alice chased after him, replaying the vision in her head. Edward stopped dead in his tracks.

“You know where that house is, correct?”

“Alice, I don’t have the time. I need to go,” he mumbled, heading for the door and slamming it behind him.

“You’ve got plenty of time,” Alice responded, knowing he could hear her even though she could hear his car racing down the long driveway away from the house.

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Pretty bad, and short, but it’s the first chapter/preface. It’s just setting up. So, the plot begins next chapter! Review please!

-FMA