****Author's Note****

This reads basically like an episode of Supernatural where the characters wind up in the Twilight universe. I am a Supernatural fan, and definitely not a fan of Twilight, so Twilight fans will most likely not enjoy this story. That said, it's not exactly bashing on the entire Twilight-verse, because for one thing, I didn't really despise most of the characters in that story except for Edward and Bella, and for another, I can't stand even Twilight characters acting out of character.

Also I realized after I started that setting a story in a world that I barely remember from that one time I saw the movie was maybe not the best decision. So I did look some stuff up but don't kill me if my Twilight knowledge is completely wrong. I didn't want to go watch the movie all over again.

All characters and such belong to Meyer and whoever owns Supernatural.

****Chapter One****

"So what are we doing here, Sammy?"


Dean looked over at Sam, who was rubbing his temples with a look of confusion. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah no, I'm fine, I just—I don't remember…" Sam trailed off.

Dean waited a beat but Sam didn't elaborate, so he looked around the misty gray town. A few small shops stood on the street, and the deep green of a forest loomed over it all. His eyes fell upon a nearby building. "Look, Carver Café. Sounds good. If you're not going to explain what you meant, I want some food."

They entered the small diner sat down at a table near a window. Picking up his menu, Dean asked, "You want a burger, some fries?"

Sam shook his head. "Not hungry."

"Not hungry?" Dean repeated. "What's the matter? You got a headache or something?"

"No, not exactly," said Sam slowly. "It's just… Do you remember how we got here?"

"Course I do," said Dean. "We drove."

"Uh huh. And where exactly are we?"

"We're in, uh…" Dean looked out the window at the dreary street. "Okay, so I don't remember the name right now."

"Can I help you two?"

Dean looked over to see a curly-haired waitress standing at their table. "Oh yeah, let's see," he said, glancing at his menu. "I'll have the steak burger and some fries. Same for my brother. And do you have any pie here?"

"We don't, I'm sorry," answered the woman. "But we have cobbler. It's close enough, right?"

Sam snorted.

"I, uh, no thanks," Dean said with a forced smile. "Oh, and I'm sorry, but we missed the name of this town when we drove in. Where exactly are we?"

"You're in Forks. Forks, Washington." The waitress walked away.

"Well, there you go Sam. We're in Forks, Washington."

"And why exactly have we come to Forks, Washington, Dean? Are we working a case here? Are we meeting up with someone? Why don't I remember?" Sam said, brow furrowed.

Dean leaned back in his chair and thought. "Huh. Think we were drunk?"

"Do you have a hangover?"

"So what, you think someone wants us here?"

"I don't know," Sam said, a worried look on his face. "I'm just saying, we should be careful."

Dean looked at Sam for a moment. Then he said bracingly, "Well, who knows. Maybe there is a case here. We can try to figure out what made us lose our memory."

"Yeah, we should ask around," Sam said.

They ate and paid for their lunch, then left the diner and got in the Impala. It was lightly raining.

"Where should we go, d'you think?" Dean asked as he started the car.

"I don't know," Sam replied honestly. "We don't exactly have any leads. The grocery store? The police station?"

"Well, let's swing by the gas station first," Dean said. "You can grab us some food and talk to the store clerk."

When Dean had filled up the car and Sam returned with no news from the cashier, they headed for the police station. As they came upon a high school, Sam called out, "Wait!"

Dean braked. "What is it?"

"Did you see that?" Sam said excitedly. "That kid just stopped an out-of-control car with his hand, and I swear he was across the parking lot a second earlier! That's gotta be our case."

Dean pulled into the high school parking lot and the two stepped out of the car. A small crowd was gathered next to the nearly-crashed car. As Sam and Dean approached, they saw that everyone was crowded around a girl with dark hair and a dazed expression. She paid little attention to her anxious well-wishers but cradled her arm carefully.

"Coming through," Dean said, pushing through the people. "All right, what happened here?" He directed his question to the girl, but it was a boy in the crowd who answered.

"Bella was almost crushed by this van!" he exclaimed.

"Your name's Bella," Dean asked the girl. She nodded. "Well, Bella, can you tell me what happened here? How did you manage not to get crushed?"

Bella hesitated. "I… got lucky, I guess."

"Got lucky?" Sam cut in doubtfully. "What about that boy who stopped the car? Where did he go?"

"He—" Bella started, then glanced towards the woods before saying, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You can tell us," Sam reassured her. "Who was he?"

"What's it to you?" she asked suspiciously.

"We're FBI," Sam said. Bella eyed his flannel shirt doubtfully. "We're off duty right now. We just want to know a bit about this boy."

"I don't think so," Bella told him.

"He ran off into the woods, is that it?" Dean asked. "Come on, Sam, we're wasting time here."

"You should get that arm looked at," Sam told Bella before following Dean into the forest. "What do you think we're dealing with here, Dean?"

"Your guess is as good as mine," Dean said, pulling aside a branch. "Super speed, super strength, and apparently it protected some teenage girl. And she protects him?"

"It could be the ghost of someone she knows," Sam commented. "But usually ghosts don't affect the real world unless they're vengeful."

"Best we have the Colt out, then, just to be safe," said Dean. "You got it on you?"

"Yeah," said Sam, pulling it out.

"Hang on," Dean said abruptly. They stopped walking and listened. Under the usual sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling, they could hear what sounded like footsteps. Suddenly a twig snapped behind them and they whirled around.

Bella stood before them, still cradling her arm.

"Look, girl, you don't know what this thing can do," Dean said, exasperated. "Just go on back—"

"You can't make me leave him!" Bella said dramatically. "He's not—is that a gun? You can't mean to kill him!" She began tugging on Sam's arm, tears streaking down her face.

"I… No, no, this is just in case…" Sam hedged, trying to pull away.

"Quiet!" Dean hissed. "I see something." He pushed past a few bushes and stepped into a clearing, Sam and Bella following behind him.

A pale figure rose from a crouch. He was young, with dark hair, a brooding expression, and a sickly complexion. On the ground beside him lay a body. Dean had barely registered that it was covered in blood before the standing person spoke hurriedly, saying, "Wait, it's not what you think!"

"You want to tell us what it is, then?" Dean asked, holding up his own gun.

"No, no no no, I won't let you, you can't—" Bella rushed at Dean, who pushed her away from the stranger. His hand struck her wounded arm and she gave a gasp of pain. The stranger's expression suddenly darkened.

"Don't you dare!" he snarled, and leapt at Dean, sending him flying with one powerful backhand. The wind was knocked out of Dean's lungs as he collided with a tree. He heard a sharp crack and felt a sudden burst of pain in his left wrist.

"Are you okay, Bella?" the boy asked, rushing to Bella, but she flinched. Her eyes darted toward the unknown corpse.

"Get away from the girl," Dean growled, struggling to stand. In a flash, the boy was before him again.

"Don't touch Bella," he hissed, and wrapped his hands around Dean's throat in a viselike grip. Dean's hands scrabbled uselessly at his wrists before the sound of a gunshot burst in the clearing, and the boy slumped to the side. Dean looked up and saw Sam standing above him, Colt in hand.

"Edward!" cried Bella, taking an uncertain step towards the dead boy.

"Sorry, kid, but—" began Dean, then cut off. "Did you say—did she say Edward?"

"Edward and Bella?" Sam said, horror dawning across his face.

"No way." Disgust dripped from Dean's words. "No friggin' way! We're in TWILIGHT?!"

****Author's Note Part II****

Thanks for reading! If you want to review, I would love to hear your comments. Tell me if you found any grammar mistakes or other problems and I'll be happy to fix them.

On another note, I realized after the first 400 words or so that I was trying to write this like the screenplay of a TV episode, but at that point I had gotten into the flow of the story and I couldn't change it after that. So it's a bit bare of narrative. Whoops.

I'm also very sorry there is no Cas in this story. He's actually my favorite character, but he's kind of difficult for me to write, and I'm also not really sure how to work him in as an actually necessary character for the story I have planned. This alone would be enough to make me not want to start reading, so I hope it doesn't put you off finishing this story.

I plan to regularly update this story, if for no other reason than it keeps me from falling asleep at work. This isn't just a one-time thing! Also my author's notes will not be this long in the future! Um, keep calm and carry on my wayward son?