A/N: This is a new story brought to you by myself and my writing partner Iclethea u/2051666/iclethea It's our first Supernatural/Twilight crossover and I hope that you guys will enjoy it! For the Supernatural fans this first book will kind of be a repeat of what you have already seen in the episodes but we needed to lay down the ground work for the next books so please bear that in mind as you go forward in this series!

Thanks to everyone who sits down to read this, I hope you have as much fun reading as we did writing it!

Disclaimer: All the characters belong to their respective owners, Iclethea and I own nothing more than the story lines!

Prologue: Where it All Started

November 2, 1983

She still had nightmares about that night, that night when her parents died.

"Take your brother and sister and get out of here!" The father yelled over the snapping of the supports in the ceiling.

Sixty percent of the house had already been claimed by the out of control fire that had started in the twin's bed room.

"What about you Daddy?!" he yelled.

"I'm going to get your mother!" And then he raced up the stairs. "Go!"

The boy ran out of the house and stood on the front lawn watching the flames and waiting for his dad to come out.

"Don't worry guys, Dad's gonna bring mom out and we'll all be ok." Seconds later his dad was running out of the house.


Siren's wailed, the ambulances and fire trucks came, police were on the scene and John Winchester was sitting on the hood of his 1967 Chevy Impala answering questions and clinging to his 6 month old baby boy. Dean sat beside him, gingerly holding his baby sister.

After the house was put out and the 'excitement' died down the four Winchesters disappeared from Lawrence, Kansas, off the grid. John turned to the only friend he could turn to.

"What are you going to do now John, I hope nothin' stupid." Bobby grimaced as he turned on the microwave.

"I don't know Bobby." John sighed. The long trip from Kansas to South Dakota had taken its toll, or maybe it was due to the fact that his whole life had been turned upside down. "I don't know what happened."

Without turning to face John Bobby asked, "What did you see? When you went back to get Mary, what did you see?"

"I-" John swallowed. "You won't believe me, the cops didn't. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes Bobby, I wouldn't believe it myself."

"Try me."

After he explained what he had seen Bobby opened John's eyes to the world around him.

"A demon? You really want me to believe a demon killed Mary?" John asked incredulously.

"Whether you believe me or not it's the truth." Bobby slid him a book. "Chapter 34, page 98."

John touched the book cautiously. "How do you know all of this?"

"We can talk about it later." Bobby replied as the microwave shut off. "Now, if you don't get food in those kids bellies they'll never shut up and I would like to get some shut eye if you don't mind." He handed John two bottles full of grey looking baby formula, both of which he had picked up at the gas station up the street.

"That's it Dean, be careful of his head." John worried over his four year old son trying to feed his younger brother his bottle. John wasn't paying attention to how he was feeding his daughter.

"Watch your own handle on your own baby John." Bobby rolled his eyes. "A baby isn't like a cat, if you drop her she won't land on her feet."

"Oh, sorry." John went back to her; staring at her he could see Mary clear as day. The day's events finally caught up with him.

"What's wrong Daddy?" Dean looked up to see tears welling up in John's eyes.

"It's nothin' son, I'm fine." John was trying to convince himself as well as his son.

After the two men put the kids to bed they went back downstairs to talk.

"Bobby, how can I raise them all?" John sighed rubbing his tired bloodshot eyes. "Dean was bad enough even with Mary's help. How can I raise a four year old and twins on top of that?"

"You'll have to find a way John. But if it's one thing that I have learned over the years, family only drags you down. That's why most hunters are, lone wolves." Bobby slid him a shot glass and poured whiskey into it. "Do you have any family that could take 'em?"

John accepted the shot and swallowed it in one gulp. "I don't know I'm pretty sure that Mary has a few relatives spaced out here and there, I wouldn't trust anyone in my family to take care of them. I think the closest one of Mary's family lives in Washington State. He's a sheriff in some small town there."

"Maybe you should see if he'll take 'em then."

"Bobby you know Dean wouldn't stay with him. He lost his mother by force and wouldn't to lose his father by choice. The twins on the other hand, they won't remember Dean, Mary, me or any of this. It would probably be in their best interests to grow up away from all of this."

"You would saddle two kids on an unmarried bachelor?" Bobby laughed. "Did you see yourself tonight?"

"Well what do you want me to do?" John snapped. "I'm sure I could manage not to screw up Sam's life too bad but what about her? I don't know the first thing about raising a girl!"

"I'm not telling you what to do John, that way when you screw it up you can't blame me for it. All I can tell you to do is go to Washington and talk to the guy."

John looked at Bobby curiously. "You wouldn't…" He trailed off.

"No way in Hell." Bobby grimaced. "I'm too old to play 'Daddy Daycare'."

The next day John took his kids to Washington, only to return 13 years later.

To bring Isabella back home from Forks.