The Cold Hunt

Summary: Dean and Sam learn about the growing number of missing people in Seattle and decide to investigate. They find a Cold One who is on the run from her sire and she tells them everything, even about some girl named Bella Swan who is marked for revenge. Dean and Sam find her in Forks and talk to her and learn everything. But a certain young Winchester can't seem to keep his heart out of somethings. Sam Winchester/Bella Swan. Cullens don't return until later.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Twilight. But the Winchester brothers are bae!

Chapter One:

Sam's POV

Keep looking down on me,

I am more than you'll ever be

Cut me deep but I won't bleed

Gonna kick, kick

Kick me when I'm down

"What is this?" I asked my brother. Right now we were on the road and Dean was driving, he had the music on almost full blast.

"'Kick Me' by Sleeping With Sirens. They're a rock and screamo band." He answered.

"Since when did you listen to screamo and modern rock?"

"Since I started to listen to Black Veil Brides, Pierce the Veil, Sleeping With Sirens, Skillet, All Time Low, Falling in Reverse, Escape the Fate, Flyleaf, and-" I cut him off.

"Okay, I get it. You found some new bands." I paused. "Are they any good?" He turned to me with a 'are you serious?' look.

"Are you friggin' kidding me? These bands are awesome. Here, listen to this." He pops a new CD in and hands me the case. "Play track 3." He tells me. I do as he says and look at the song name on the back.

"'Fallen Angels'? Really?" I ask. He just gives me the 'shut up and listen' look. I sigh and listen to the lyrics carefully.

We are the in between, cast down as sons of war

Struck to the earth like lightning, on this world we're torn

We won't cause the pain, of living out their law

Take joy in who you are, we know our wings are flawed

"Not bad.." I comment.

"Okay, so what do we got?" Dean asks, talking about the lead I got for our kind of 'thing'. I reach down to my backpack and pull out the news articles and dad's book.

"Okay so, Seattle, Washington. High number of missing people and still growing. Most of them are teenagers or adults 30 years of age. The minute I saw this, I knew it was our kind of thing." I told him.

"Seattle, Washington. Prepare the meet the Winchesters." And he floored it.

Dean pulled over at the side of a motel and cut the engine. Both of us grabbed our bags and I checked us in. I got the motel key and we went to our room.

We went straight in and dropped our bags. Then we straight away grabbed our stuff; guns, flashlights, knives, ammo, and all that kinda stuff. Dean put his pistol in his hip holster and looked at me.

"Ready?" I nodded. We walked back out and hopped into the car, me in the drivers seat. I drove us downtown where most of the people disappeared. (A/N: By the way, I have been to Seattle. In fact, I lived in Vancouver. And let me just say, it was amazing. The space needle is like legitness.)

Dean and I walked to a close alley. Both of us had our small shotguns at the ready and flashlights in hand. Then I saw a blur go by me.

"You see that?" I asked Dean, not turning to him. I was busy trying to find out what just moved.

"Yeah I saw it." Then I heard a whoosh go behind us. Then I heard a smash by a couple trashcans. I turned to Dean and exchanged a look. We slowly walked to the cans, guns ready.

The two of us turned to each other and Dean nodded. We jumped to get a better look at what is was and I saw it was a girl. She was about fifteen years old with long dark hair and pale skin. When she looked me in the eye I saw they were blood red. She looked incredibly beautiful.

"You're a vampire." I said, gun still ready.

"Please don't hurt me. I'm just trying to run from my sire." She said in a bell like voice. She didn't look like she was going to hurt us. Dean and I put our guns away and carefully walked to the girl.

"It's okay. We're not going to hurt you." Dean said. "I'm Dean Winchester. This is my baby brother Sam."

"I'm not a friggin' baby." I hissed at him, making the girl smile a little. "What's your name?"

"Bree. Bree Tanner." She paused and slowly stood up. "I didn't want to be a vampire. I was turned against my will."

"Why?" I asked.

"My sire wants to create an army of vampires to find a girl. She says it's for revenge for the death of her mate."

"What's the girls name?" Dean asks.

"I heard her say her name was Bella Swan. Please don't make me go back. I don't wanna be a killer." Bree said tearfully. Her eyes welling up with tears that will never fall.

I've heard of vampires roaming the world, but have never seen them.

"It's okay. We won't make you." I said.

"Do you have control of your thirst?" Dean asked. Bree nodded, looking as confused as I was.

"Yeah, why?" She asked. I was wondering the same thing.

"You could come with us. You could be a big help. And maybe we can find a way to make sure you don't have to kill anyone when you feed." Dean said. I was shocked that Dean would let a vampire go with us.

"Really? You'd do that?" Bree asked. Dean nodded with a slight smile.

"Yeah. Besides, you're too adorable to leave out here all alone." Bree smiled shyly and nodded.

The three of us went to our car and I saw Bree look at it in awe.

"Nice car. My parents taught me about the different types of cars." She said.

"Really? Can you guess what ours is?" I asked.

"A 1967 Chevy Impala." She circled it. "327. 4 wheel drive. Hardtop." Pause. She moved to open the hood and hesitated, looking at us. "May I?" Dean and I nodded and motioned for her to go ahead. She opened the hood and looked inside. "4-barrel. V-8 engine. Automatic." She closed the hood and turned to us. My eyebrows had hit my hairline. I turned to Dean to see him with eyes wide as saucers and his jaw dropped to the floor.

I laughed at his shocked expression and pat his shoulder. "I think you broke him, Bree." She laughed and nodded. Dean broke out of his stupor and we drove back to the motel. While we were driving I was leaning back in the passenger seat and talking to Bree about her feeding options.

"Maybe you could feed from people who commit crimes."

"I don't know. It's still considered killing. But I mean, I would be doing a favor for the world. Ending one life for dozens." I nodded, getting her memo.

"Or you could take blood bags from local hospitals." Dean said.

"That could work."

"How about feeding from animals? You won't have to kill people, even if they are criminals, and you won't have to steal from hospitals." I suggested. She looked to be in thought then nodded.

"I'll try it. I mean, pretty much all of Washington state is filled with forests. But if I don't like it, I can try the other two options." I nodded and we went into silence until Dean broke it with a question.

"So I heard from someone that vampires have marble skin. Is that true?" He asked. Bree sat up and held her hand out.

"Punch my hand." She said to me. I exchanged a look with Dean. I clenched a fist and punched her hand, but retracted it once I hit her hand. She didn't even flinch when I punched her and now my hand is a throbbing a little.

"Ah." I whimpered. "Ah.." (A/N: If you have seen Teen Wolf, watch this scene from youtube and hear Stiles whimpers. Then place it for Sam's whimpers. /PgCYWFyaYKQ?list=PLI2l8cUUeBFewObv72SNEsF9lNWO1IO-6)

"Well damn.." Dean said. I sent him a glare and shook my hand. "Do you sparkle in the sun?"

"Yes. I'm literally a walking disco ball." Bree says. Dean smiles and turns back for a second.

"I like you. You're feisty. I think you and I are going to be great friends." Dean paused. "So holy water, garlic, and wooden stakes don't affect you?" She shook her head. "Do you guys sleep in coffins?"

"No, we don't sleep at all." I turned to her with a raised eyebrow.

"Ever?" I asked. She shook her head again.

"No, not at all. Plus we can't eat or drink human food. I tried once, puked my non-existent guts up." She told us. I chuckled.

We made it to the motel and Dean straight away grabbed both our bags. "We're not staying the night?"

"Nope. Forks is only about an hour away. You and I can switch drivers." He said.

"I can drive for you guys. I don't sleep. And I may be fifteen, but I know how to drive."

"You sure?" I ask. She nodded. Dean looked hesitant, but nodded. Bree got out of the backseat and stood in front of Dean. He held the keys out to her.

"Please don't scratch, dent, or destroy my baby." She gave a salute and took the keys. Dean got in the backseat and Bree hopped up front. She started the engine and began to drive.

Sooner or later on the road, Dean fell asleep and I did too.