Back in Black- the continuing story of Highway to Hell (A Twilight/Supernatural Crossover)

A/N: Welcome back! Just a heads up that if you have not read my fic Highway to Hell this story might be a tad confusing. I recommend starting with that story before jumping into this one. Also it is important to note that you don't have to watch the show Supernatural to follow the plot of this series. You don't really have to know Twilight either. LOL

Huge thanks to detroitangel for her awesome beta skills! And to Kharizzmatik and Secamimom for being the most supportive prereaders anyone could ask for. Love and hugs all around.

Twilight and Supernatural are not my property. I'm just playing around.

Fair warning that this fic is rated M for many reasons. Please read responsibly.


Previously on Highway to Hell:

Edward and Jasper Cullen have been groomed by their adopted father, Carlisle, to be the world's best hunters. The game they hunt is something far more sinister than the usual beasts, however. Demons, werewolves and ghosts are the average cases that the Cullen family solve for a living. While on a journey to find out what has happened to their missing father, the boys uncovered the secrets that Carlisle had tried to protect them from. These secrets come a high price- their humanity.


"I keep looking at the sky
'Cause it's gettin' me high
Forget the hearse 'cause I'll never die
I got nine lives
Cat's eyes
Usin' every one of them and running wild"

(Back in Black, AC/DC)


Case File #25: Regina Morning

"What do you want me to say?" Regina shifted in her chair, her fingers nervously drumming on the table.

"Just tell us the facts, ma'am," the man in the grey suit informed her.

She cleared her throat with great difficulty, reaching for the glass of water supplied by the man's partner - a woman dressed in a navy blue, skirt suit.

"I met the Cullens…fifteen years ago," Regina said, sipping from the glass.

"Your house was… haunted, was it not?" the man in the grey suit pressed. Regina nodded.

"Yeah, my ex-husband…mean bastard in life, horror movie psychopath in death," she muttered last. She fingered the silver cross that hung from a chain around her neck. "I remember Dr. Cullen telling me to run that first night. I didn't even realize Hank was in the house…all the sudden this big black car pulls into my driveway and a man's kicking in my backdoor."

"How did Dr. Cullen know about the ghost?" the woman inquired.

Regina shrugged. "I honestly don't know. I was making dinner at the time and my hand was…" Her voice faltered as she glanced at the waxy burns on the back of right hand. "There was a pot of water boiling on the stove. I was going to make spaghetti for my son's birthday. Hank's spirit pulled…my hand was shoved into the water with a force that I couldn't explain. I couldn't fight it either…it was so strong. If Dr. Cullen hadn't shown up when he did…" she left the rest unsaid. She owed her life, and that of her son, to the Dr. Cullen and his intervention that night.

"How did Dr. Cullen exorcise your husband?" the man asked as he took notes on a laptop. Regina wondered why insurance reps would care so much about these details.

"How…how do you know so much about this?" she asked, growing wary that these strangers knew so many secret details about that night. "I never told anyone about this," she added with a suspicious glance to the man's partner.

The woman gave her a charming smile.

"I think we've heard all we need to," the man informed her.

As mysteriously as they arrived, the two strangers vanished leaving Regina feeling unsettled in their wake. She scoffed at her own irrational fear.

A fear that was confirmed when her body was found drained of blood the next morning.


(July 12th, 2010)

Lesson #11: Keep your soul in your back pocket

Jazz PoV

"It's gonna be okay, Eddie," I said, throwing his arm over my shoulder and running for all it was worth to the exit.

"Get out, Jazz," he moaned, "save yourself."

"Don't talk like that," I barked, feeling exhaustion weighing down my muscles. "I'm gonna get you out of here."

"No, Jazz."

"Come on!" I tried to encourage him. I could see the wall of windows—the faint glow of headlights heading towards us.

We're safe, I thought with relief. The Impala would smash through the glass and then we'd be home-free.

"We're gonna make it, Eddie," I promised, pushing us harder toward the exit.

"Jazz!" he shouted.

All at once the car kicked into reverse. The light was fading, retreating, as the windows and the space surrounding us grew dark.

"No!" I screamed, trying to move faster to catch up.

"Dad! No! Wait!" I yelled.



Those things were catching up to us and Dad was turning tail to run as far away as possible.

"Damn it!" I shouted, feeling like the room was expanding the harder I tried to reach the end.




I was somewhere between awake and asleep, comfy and cozy despite the nightmare that I was having. I groaned but didn't respond to my name being called, snuggling further into the warmth of the bed beneath me.

"Jasper," the warmth whispered.

I grunted in response.

"He's gonna keep calling for you until we go downstairs."

I pouted. Why is the bed being so mean? I thought, cuddling against the soft pillow.

"You keep rubbing against those and we're gonna miss breakfast altogether," the warmth said, giggling.

The sound of that giggle brought me awake instantly.

"The hell…" I whispered blinking my eyes as a pair of nice tits came into view.

"I thought you said it was Heaven being in my arms, not Hell," the owner of the tits teased. It was another couple of seconds before I could remove my eyes from her chest. It seemed like it had been an eternity since I saw a woman naked.

Well, since I saw a woman that I wanted to see naked, I thought. I'd seen Rhea naked more than I cared to remember.

"Uh," I stalled, following the delicate curve of soft, pale flesh up her neck and to a pair of familiar black eyes.

"Alice?" I breathed. A thousand different emotions assaulted me as I looked at her—the strongest being guilt. I hadn't done a damn thing to save her back in Mexico. I just grabbed Edward and ran.

"How did you get out? Where are we? What are…?" I was suddenly very aware of the fact that I was naked, lying on top of my old Sunday school teacher.

I felt my face flush.

Alice giggled, running a finger down my cheek. "I don't think I've ever seen you blush before, Mr. Whitlock. It's quite adorable."

The twinkle in her eye combined with the gentleness of her touch made me blush harder. I felt like some virgin under the bleachers for the first time or something-robbed of my usual confidence.

"Well…I do believe I've never been this lost for words before, ma'am," I admitted sheepishly. And I hadn't. I'd woken up just like this in too many beds to recall—nestled against more breasts than I could count. Never had I felt like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar.

"So, after all these years I finally figured out how to shut you up?" she laughed, shoving my shoulder playfully before kissing my cheek.

I smirked, feeling so damn confused that I was still speechless.

"I'm gonna hop in the shower before I head down. Make sure Jensen washes his hands before he eats. Lord knows what kind of mud that boy was probably playing with all weekend at his uncle's house."

Alice rambled on as she slid out from under me and made her way to the adjoining bathroom. I just stared dumbly at her as she left.

God Almighty, she has a sweet little ass. I was so distracted by the sight that it took another tick for her words to sink in. "Whitlock?" I repeated, realizing that she hadn't called me Mr. Cullen.

That's weird, I thought, but dismissed it. Alice was the only person who knew my real name. Maybe we had role played last night. That thought had me grinning like a damn fool.

"Damn, I wish I could remember it," I cursed. I got dressed, throwing on casual clothes and hollering to Edward to shut the fuck up when he called my name again.

"Oh!" a voice cried when I reached the hallway outside the bedroom door. "Daddy said a bad word!"

"Daddy?" I echoed. I didn't have time to figure out what the hell a kid was doing in this place before I was bombarded by a tiny, fast-moving body.

"Ah, demon gnome!" I shouted, without thinking. I'm not exactly sure why I thought a gnome would be chasing me down or even why it would be a demonic gnome at that but that's what came out of my mouth as the two foot tall creature smashed into the side of my leg.

"Demon what?" Edward said, walking up the stairs laughing at me.

"I'm not sure, but can you help me get this creature off of me?" I begged.

He snorted. "Jazz the kids had only spent the weekend with me. That's hardly enough time for you to disown them."

I froze as his words registered. "Kids? Mine?" I repeated slowly. My gaze crept down to my leg where a boy with blonde hair and my smile was looking up at me.

"No way."


My eyes bounced around like a couple of ping-pong balls at the mercy of Forrest Gump.

Invasion of the body snatchers? I thought. Maybe, whatever Rhea did to me fucked up my brain.

"Dad, please pass the syrup," a little girl with black hair and big blue eyes asked me. Stupidly, I did what she asked, without pointing out that I'm nobody's father.

Scenarios and spells were swirling around my head like a broken rampant tilt-a-whirl at the state fair. None of them made any sense. And with each second that I sat here awake, everything around me felt more and more like a damn dream—a weird, Twilight Zone kind of dream.

"Who else wants pancakes?" Edward asked from his position at the stove. When the hell my I'll-just-have-a-salad-because-there's-no-cooking-involved-with-those brother became a chef mystified me.

"I'll take a few more," I offered. I felt stupid. No, I just felt confused—too damn puzzled to really figure out what the hell was going on.

Alice sat next to me, feeding a baby in a highchair to her right. The blonde boy who had knocked me down upstairs, sat across the table from me, munching on bacon. A little cherub-of-a-girl sat to my left. Just the presence of kids at the kitchen table baffled me. What was worse? Each of them seemed to be under some illusion that I was their Dad.

What the actual fuck?

The doorbell rang. "I'll get it," Edward shouted before any of us at the table could offer. Not that I would have offered, but he seemed like he was in a hurry to get the door first.

"Now, Jasper, please be nice," Alice whispered to me. She wiped applesauce from the baby's chin and shot me a look.

I gave her a look right back. "O-kay," I said, having no idea what she was talking about.

"Everyone, you remember my girlfriend," Edward announced, walking back into the kitchen with a redhead attached to his hip.

"Who the hell are you?" I blurted out without thinking. Alice kicked me under the table.

"Hello, again Victoria," she welcomed the woman with a warm smile, trying to shrug away my rudeness.

"Alice, Asshole," the redheaded bitch greeted the two of us.

I waited for Alice to snap back at the chick's rude greeting. I scoffed at her she didn't say anything and found her immersed in feeding the baby again.

"How come she can say that and you don't kick her?" I hissed under my breath as Victoria helped Edward finish cooking breakfast.

"She's a guest," Alice argued.

I huffed. "Still doesn't mean I know who she is."

"She's your best friend's steady girlfriend."

"So what's she doing hanging all over my brother?" I snapped.

Alice quirked her brow and laughed. "Brother? I know the kids call him 'Uncle' but I've never heard you call him 'Brother'. Have you been confusing my hormone pills with vitamins again?"

I did a double take at the word 'again' but ignored her teasing. "What do you mean I've never called my brother 'Brother'?" I asked. It just didn't seem possible that I could be even more confused with each passing minute, but here I was at the corner of What the Fuck and Who the Hell again.

"I mean, Edward Masen has two perfectly healthy and living parents who are not the same perfectly, healthy, living parents that you have who go by the name of Whitlock," Alice explained with an exaggeratedly patient tone.

"Our parents are alive?" I asked, stunned.

Alice felt my forehead, her eyes filling with worry. "Did you eat something funky or drop some acid right after you woke up or something?" she asked, biting her lip.

I just shook my head, forcing a fake grin of reassurance. "Nah, I'm just teasing," I lied. I didn't know what was going on but the last thing I wanted was to be sedated by a shrink.

"And breakfast is served," Edward announced, joining everyone at the table. Peppermint Patty sat next to him, glaring at me the whole time she ate.

"So, Edward," I said, poking the scrambled eggs on my plate. "Whatever happened to Isabella? You know…the love of your life."

He was mid bite when he froze, shooting me a glare.

"Isabella?" Victoria echoed with a haughty pout. "I thought you said I was the only one?"

Edward grimaced, sitting his fork down to defend himself. "You are the only one. But you know I have a past…"

I snorted. "A past? Eddie you've slept with two chicks, tops." I laughed.

The entire table, including the kids, stared at me like I'd lost my damn mind. "Three chicks?" I asked in disbelief. He couldn't possibly have slept with any more than that. Edward saw sex as something more emotional than the rest of us. He played it too close to the vest to just share that with any random chick he could find.

"Jasper, he screwed three chicks at once that weekend in Vegas," Alice laughed. "You should remember, you love to tell me the story every time we go to Vegas."

I balked at her. Edward groaned, slapping his hands over his face. Victoria fumed and the kids all started laughing.

That did it. This was not right. I was stuck in some alternate reality or something. No way in hell had Edward ever had the nerve to even talk to three women at once let alone fuck them, simultaneously.

"Can I speak to you in private?" I asked him in urgency.


Edward followed me out to the garage where I stood staring in horror at the vehicle parked there.

"A minivan?" I choked out as my lips twisted in disgust.

"You have three kids. Of course you drive a minivan." Edward punched my shoulder playfully and leaned against the front of the parenthood-mobile.

"What's up?"

What's up? What was up was that I was staring at a death sentence on wheels rather than my classic 1967 Impala. It was just one of many strange-as-hell things going on around here.

"Three chicks?" I asked, still shocked that there possibility could exist.

He shrugged. "You tell me. I was so drunk I don't remember much but you're the one who was filming it."

My mouth hung open as my mind fantasized all the possibilities with that scenario. "Wait, I filmed it? Why wasn't I partaking?"

"You were married," he reminded me. "I told you marrying your high school sweetheart right after graduation would limit your experiences but you assured me sex with just one woman for the rest of your life would be acceptable."

"Good God," I mumbled. "Other me is a pussy-whipped repressed pansy ass."

"What?" Edward asked.

"You don't find anything wrong here?" I asked, frantically pacing back and forth.

Edward watched me skeptically. He seemed to weigh his thoughts before responding. "What do you find wrong with this situation?" he finally asked.

I slammed on my breaks, skidding to a stop in front of him and waving my hands above my head in exasperation. "Everything!" I yelled.

Edward took a deep breath, folding his arms over his chest. "Okay. Like?"

His condescending prompting was gonna lead to him getting a bloody nose.

"Like, how is it that Alice is here? Alive? How the hell did we get married and have three kids? Kids? Me! I have kids!" The pitch of my voice grew higher the longer I consider the ridiculousness of this situation.

"I know you have kids, Jazz," Edward informed me with a calm voice. "I was there the day you got married, was your best man in fact. And I was there when your kids were born. I'm Jensen's Godfather for crying out loud."

I shook my head and started pacing again. "How! Tell me that, Eddie. What the fuck happened to our lives?"

He watched me silently as I plunged deeper into psychosis. I couldn't blame him, I felt insane. I could only imagine how I looked.

"Maybe it's a spell," I mumbled. "Like when we were in Denali...yeah…that felt pretty damn real." I kept walking back and forth in the small space, paying little attention to my confused brother.

That has to be it, I figured. Edward just hadn't caught on yet, but an illusion spell was the only explanation.

"Let me get this straight," Edward said. "You think our lives are all…a spell? That this is all fake?"

The anger in his voice forced my feet to stall again. The comical confusion in his eyes a moment ago was replaced with genuine hurt. "How can you think that?"

I blanched at his tone. "How can you accept this world?" I threw back. "It's creepy. Everything's…weird. Happy. That's not normal," I argued.

"Not normal? Wait…you're saying what? That you think we belong some place where we're in pain all of the time?"

"Yes," I replied without question. "I'm not saying I prefer it," I added, feeling my stomach twist with the memory of all the bad shit we had lived through lately. "I'm just saying it's what's right. This isn't where we belong, Eddie."

There wasn't any way to soften the blow. I had to figure out how to get us out of here. For all I knew the vamps had someone who could fuck with our minds like that chick in Alaska. We might still be in a facility in Mexico.

"Jasper there is something seriously fucked up in your mind," Edward said, giving me a pitiful look.

I shook my head, trying to laugh off the seriousness in his voice. I was fucked up in the head, but I was right about this.

"You just don't remember right now," I told him, looking down at my hands and for some stupid reason, actually missing the scars I used to have on my knuckles. "But don't worry. I'll figure it out. I'll get us home."

"Jazz…you are home," he insisted.

I looked back up at him and flinched. A head was resting against his shoulder. I hadn't heard anyone come in and Edward didn't seem to notice the person who was apparently sitting behind him.

"Who's that?" I yelled, pointing to his shoulder.

Edward turned his head like he didn't have a clue what I was talking about. His eyebrows rose with worry.

"Who is who, Jazz?" he asked cautiously.

The head on his shoulder turned slowly and my heart jumped to my throat when the cold brown eyes narrowed in on me.

"Iz?" I whispered.

It couldn't be her. She looked dead—like some zombie version of Isabella.

"Are you making up ex-girlfriends of mine again?" Edward huffed. "That was really immature of you, by the way. You know I like Victoria. Hell, I took you ring shopping with me last week."

"Um," I said, trying to ignore Iz staring at me. "Yeah…I…wait, you took me ring shopping?" I asked in disbelief. He nodded. "Dude, could we be more gay?"

I waved my hands for him to forget that offhanded comment. "Never mind, but seriously you don't see her?" I asked, nodding toward the practically still as a statue Isabella Swan leaning against him.

Edward looked to his side once more, mainly to humor me I guessed, and shook his head. "Sorry, Jazz. There's only you and me in this garage."

He started to ramble on some more about the redhead in the house who I couldn't care less about. Iz stared straight into my eyes. I felt like she was staring straight to my soul—calling to me. Everything else faded away around me as she reached out to me.

I took one step toward her.

"Come on Daddy!" A soccer ball bounced against my leg, pulling me from the trance. I turned to find the blonde boy, Alice had called him Jensen, staring up at me with youthful expectance in his eyes.

"Uh…sure," I mumbled, turning back to Edward. Iz was gone.

"What the hell?" I whispered.

"Jasper, promise me you'll get some sleep this week. And lay off finger painting with the kids. I think the fumes are finally getting to your head," Edward teased, leaving me all alone in the garage.

"Something's not right."


After a long afternoon of me failing to play soccer with the kids who wouldn't stop calling me 'Dad', I was glad to finally find some peace and quiet. Edward left with the touchy bitch-of-a-redhead and I spent the evening in the study with a bottle of Scotch and Google. The longer I searched for shit on the internet the more space I created in the bottle of liquor.

"Where am I?" I thought out loud, staring at images of world events that I couldn't remember. I read of peace treaties and the cure for diseases that were still claiming unfathomable numbers of victims in the world that I was in just yesterday.

I didn't know how much time had passed by a soft knock on the door finally pulled me out of my Wikipedia-haze. Alice stood in the doorway with the baby nestled against her chest.

"I'm gonna put Jared down for bed. Cas and Jensen wanted to know if you would finish reading their bedtime story to them," she said.

I stared at her for a moment without saying anything. I was a little buzzed from the booze and my thoughts were flying like an out-of-control car with cut break lines. A big part of my brain was screaming, "Danger Jazz Robinson! This is all wrong!" And the rest of me felt all warm and fuzzy looking at that woman holding that kid.

My woman. My kid. I thought. Was it really that hard for me to want that to be true?

I stood up, running my hands down my face to try to clear the haze. I didn't know what the hell was going on, but there was no sense in ruining it for everyone else in this Bizarro-land.

"Are you feeling okay today?" Alice asked when I passed her. She put her hand on my cheek and pulled me straight into the moment with her. I'd spent every second of this day trying to make sense of this place. With one simple touch, she made me forget why I had even bothered denying that I belonged here.

Just like my Alice, I thought. Then I stopped thinking altogether by leaning down and kissing her soundly on the lips.

It had seemed that no matter what universe I found myself in when my lips touched Alice's, everything else melted away. It wasn't until the baby in her arms started to fuss that I was brought back into this reality; One that I knew, deep down, couldn't be real.

"You taste good," I whispered against her lips.

"Who are you and what have you done with my husband?" she teased.

"I heard he wasn't treating you right so I'm here to rectify the situation," I told her, pressing my crotch against her leg to show her how ready I was for the cause.

She giggled. "Later, after the kids are asleep. Here," she said, thrusting the baby into my arms. "Hold Jared while I go get his bottle."

I caught the kid and held him gingerly as she ditched me right there in the hallway.

"Cockblocker," I grumbled, looking down into a pair of wide blue eyes. He just smirked up at me.

"Daddy! Come finish the story!" The girl shouted. Cas, her name was Cas. Alice had called her Cassie during breakfast and was reminded with an indignant pout that she was to call her Cas instead.

I laughed, remembering a similar little girl with the same stubborn streak.

In the blink of an eye, that girl from my past was standing there in the hallway. My instincts went on into overdrive with the baby in my arms. I jerked back, angling my body to shield Jared from the apparition. I didn't have my arsenal. Alice would probably think I was insane for asking her to bring salt up with Jared's bottle. Didn't matter though, if this ghost was a hostile I'd fight it off and keep this family safe.

"What do you want?" I asked, enunciating each syllable as if the thing was an elderly citizen instead of a ghost. With a pleading stare, it stood still before me. In my mind it was an 'it' but to my eyes it was unmistakably Isabella Swan. Well, a zombie-ghost version of her. She slowly raised her hand toward me, her mouth falling open as if she wanted to speak.

"Daddy!" Cas yelled. The ghost had gone poof, disappearing just as quickly as it had arrived.

I let out a shaky breath and looked down at Jared to make sure he was okay. "Did you see that?" I asked. He cooed up at me as if to say "Nah old man, you're seeing shit." I rolled my eyes.

"Okay," I shouted in response to Cas, shifting Jared around in my arms until I was certain I wouldn't drop him. I walked down the hall to open door that I assumed was the kids' bedroom.

"What are we reading?" I asked as I entered the room.

It was a cute room, obviously designed for kids and I was surprised that to find myself comfortable in it since cute wasn't really my thing. I joined the kids on one of the tiny beds. Oddly it felt like I had done this before.

This isn't real, I reminded myself. You're just going through the motions.

"Okay, let's see what we're reading." Cas handed me a book. "Alice in Wonderland," I read, chuckling at the irony of the book choice.

"I can so sympathize with this chick," I mumbled, flipping to the first page. "Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank," I read.

"No, Daddy, we're past that part!" Cas insisted with a huff. She grabbed the book out of my hands to flip through the pages.

Jared started fussing. "Oh boy, come on…take it easy on me, kid," I said, standing and rocking him. I wasn't sure where I learned how to do that, but it felt natural. I hadn't spent much time around babies-even at the orphanage, I had distanced myself from anything that couldn't walk and talk.

"Shh," I told him. "There's no need to cry. Mommy's coming right back." I patted his back and he rested his head on my shoulder still sniffling.

"Looks like Daddy can handle it all by himself," Alice said, sneaking up behind me.

I rolled my eyes. "Ha ha."

She smirked at me for a moment with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Please," I mouthed and she took mercy on me, smiling as she held her arms out. I was careful to not disturb Jared's relaxed vibe as I passed him back to her. Alice sat in a rocking chair in the corner of the room and fed his him a bottle while I read to the kids. To tell the truth, I don't remember what I read, or even how much time passed as we sat there. I just remembered the calm that washed over me.

I'd look up as the kids reacted to something in the story and see Alice smiling as she watched us—a twinkle in her eye that did things to my insides. By the time we were kissing the kids goodnight and tucking them into bed I couldn't really remember why I was so set on getting out of this place.

Everything felt wrong here, but that's only because if felt good. Happy. I was happy as I followed Alice to our bedroom. So content that I wrapped my arms around her and just enjoyed the moment.

"You ready for bed?" she asked, nuzzling against me.

I shook my head in response. "Not yet."

She laughed. "What? Are you afraid this all will disappear while you sleep?"

I hadn't considered that but now that she brought it up, I was unnerved by the prospect.

We need to wake the fuck up already, my mind told me. But I like it here too, I argued. My emotions were all over the damn map. Did I want this all to evaporate as quickly as it had appeared? Or could I just live in Dreamland forever?

"Jasper?" Alice called, bringing me out of my stupor. "Are you okay sweetheart?"

I gazed into her eyes, letting my worries fade away. I'd face them when it was time.

"Alice, for the sake of humoring me, tell me how we met. How did we fall in love? Get married?"

She gave me a curious look but did as I asked. "Well," she started as she led me to our bed and sat down. "It was our freshman year in high school. I used to sit by myself at lunch because everyone called me a freak," she laughed, "but you weren't afraid of joining me. You marched right over and asked if you could sit with me. You even apologized for being late to offer. I think I fell in love with you the moment you unpacked your lunch."

Her eyes got that far off wistful look in them and I felt mine well up. There was more wonder in a moment of her memory than I had in almost all of mine.

While she filled me in on our early years of dating I recalled my first memories of Sister Mary Alice. It wasn't that much different from what she had described.

I used to sit alone in the orphanage. Everywhere, looking back—at recess, in class, during prayer time, I was always alone. On the outskirts of a crowd, even. Not because people thought me a freak or odd, but because I felt it. Alone. And Sister Mary Alice was the ray of sunshine that forced her way into my gloomy, solitary corner of the world. She'd sit with me at recess and eat with me at lunch. She even knelt next to me during prayer.

"Anyway, you fished the ring back out of the other fortune cookie and profusely apologized to that nice Japanese couple who had accidentally ended up with our order. You had a big speech planned, but by then you were knee-deep in sweet and sour pork and I was laughing so hard that I couldn't see through the tears running down my cheeks. You tossed the ring at me and I've worn it ever since."

I laughed. "That sounds too cheesy to be me."

"It's just the right amount of cheese for you," she countered. "So was that enough of a walk down memory lane? Or do you want me to describe our wedding night? I was really hoping to be naked by now."

I choked at her frankness and felt that blush splash across my cheeks again.

"Naked. I can do naked," I promised, eagerly

"I certainly hope so," she teased. "That one time in sophomore year with our clothes on was just too messy."

"Dear God, where have you been all of my life woman?" I said, pulling her close to me and kissing her neck.

"Right here, Jasper," she whispered. "I've always been right here."

We went slowly, almost agonizingly so. My heart was pounding like it was my first time. I worshiped every inch of her body—losing the boundary between my reality and this one. She was so real to me. She sounded like my Alice, tasted like her. I was desperate to bury myself inside of her and never leave. I wanted to drive away the memory of Rhea's touch, and to claim the woman I had let slip through my fingers in Mexico. All of my life, I denied myself any hope for dreams. I was a broken kid and a lost man. Dreams were never in my cards. For first time in my life I was able to just reach out and touch my dream. She was real. She was sweet. And she was all mine.

"I love you," she cried as she tumbled over the edge, taking me with her.

She loved me. Me? The guy who tapped an ass and was out the door before the chick was done screaming his name. Me? The man who sold his soul to a devil. Me? The guy who didn't deserve one second with this family and this happiness.

I greedily wrapped my arms around her, pressing my face to the crook of her neck.

"I love you too," I whispered in the darkness.


The world was all warm and cozy again. I felt my body start to wake up, reveling in the feel of Alice's body against me.

"I could get used to this," I murmured, opening my eyes lazily to drink in the sight of her.

I jumped when the cold dead eyes of Isabella Zombie were staring back at me instead of Alice.

"What do you want?" I shouted, pulling away as she started to reach for me. Her mouth hung open as if she was trying to say something.

"What happened to you?" I asked frantically, flinching when a hand touched my cheek.

"Jasper," a raspy voice beckoned. "Jasper…"


"Jasper…Jasper, what's wrong?" Alice pleaded.

I blinked and Isabella was gone. Alice watched me with terror filled eyes. "What's wrong? You were scaring me."

I shook my head, wrapping her in my arms to quiet her nerves. "It's okay, baby," I whispered. "I'm here. It's okay."

Jared started crying and the sound of kids running down the hall pushed us out of bed. I decided to take a shower to clear my head.

There's a laugh, I thought. This is all happening inside my muddled brain.

I let my mind wander as the hot water washed over my skin. It was so strange to see arms and legs free of the battle wounds I'd carried since I was a kid. The tatts were gone too. That settled it. This body wasn't mine.

After getting dressed I found myself staring at Google again, only this time I wasn't looking for world news. I needed to find out information on Iz.

"Tragic ending to a legendary clan," I read. "Tomorrow marks the anniversary of the massacre that wiped an entire tribe from the earth. The Quileute Nation, once a peaceful village in the costal town of La Push, located in the Pacific Northwest, was slaughtered by unknown creatures in the middle of the night."

I sat back, trying to figure out what it meant. "How could that happen?" The Quileutes were not only a strong tribe but they had the power of shapeshifting. What creature could possibly destroy werewolves?

"Authorities claimed to find no survivors, but an urban legend tells that if one walks the sand of First Beach on the eve of the massacre you can hear the cries of a lost girl."

"Iz," I whispered, filling in some pieces with a giant guess. "So, that's where you are sweetheart."

I made up my mind. I needed to find her, even if what I found was only a ghost of the girl that I once knew. I had to find her.

Find Isabella. Edward will need her to heal. Alice's warning was ringing in my head.

My hands froze over the keys on the keyboard. "Shit." What had happened since we left Mexico? I couldn't remember anything after the Impala showing up. I blacked out before we hit the border.

For the hell of it, I Googled 'Carlisle Cullen'. There were no hits. Not a single one. There was some dude in Nebraska named Carlin Collins whose pictured popped up, but other than that Carlisle Cullen didn't exist.

Double shit, I thought. How did I end up in a world without him? Carlisle was the only reason I was still alive.

A soft knock on the door drew me from my tumble down the rabbit hole.

"You okay?" Alice called from the doorway with concern in her voice.

I nodded, offering a fake smile so that she'd leave me alone. "I was thinking of going on an outing with Edward today," I suggested.

She smiled. "Oh that sounds like fun. I'll pack you guys a lunch to take on the road."

"Lunch?" I repeated after she was gone. It was only ten in the morning. How did she know we'd still be on the road in two hours? "Woman is psychic in every universe," I figured.

I opened up MapQuest to plot out the drive to La Push, suddenly realizing I had no goddamn clue where this house was located. For all I knew, we were in Florida or Maine. I looked through the drawers, coming up with nothing but pictures colored by the kids. One of the pictures, titled 'Dad and me', caught my attention for a few heartbeats.

How is it possible for me to give a shit about these people? I pondered. They're not even real.

Finally, in a box on top of the computer desk, I found a letter addressed to me. To my relief, we were in Oregon. It would be a bit of drive to get to La Push, but it was doable. I closed down the computer once the directions were printed out. Then I looked around the study one last time.

There were toys piled in the corner and more pictures thrown all over the floor. I gazed at the loveseat in the corner next to a fireplace, picturing holding Alice in my arms there on a cold winter's night. My heart was aching at the thought of saying goodbye to this world. It was so foreign to me, but I didn't want to let it go at the same time.

"Find Isabella first," I told myself. "Then, you can worry about where you belong."


"What is this about?" Edward asked.

"I need you to…it's hard to explain. I just need to look into something and I want some back up," I explained.

"Back up? Jasper I thought you outgrew your dream of wanting to be a detective when you were five."

"Just trust me," I pleaded in exasperation. He conceded and climbed into the passenger's seat.

I grimaced as I slid behind the wheel. Everything was so wrong about driving a minivan. The frame was too high up from the ground. The seat was too soft and didn't squeak when you moved. And to top it all off there was an iPod jack where the tape deck should be.

"What the hell do you do with that?" I asked, pointing to the tiny slot. "How does a guy get some road tunes around here?"

"Here," Edward said, pulling a fancy looking phone from his pocket and plugging it in. "I only have one play list set up on it, though." He scrolled through a few screens, pressing play.

"Hiya everybody," a helium filled, cartoon voice called out. "Say the magic words with me—Miska, mooska, Mickey Mouse!"

A chorus of children joined in to an obnoxious theme song. I gritted my teeth.

"I'd rather listen to Jefferson Starship," I grumbled, yanking the cord from the plug without asking his permission.

"Sorry," he laughed. "I spent all weekend with your kids. They require distraction or else I'm answering every single question that pops into their heads."

"So, let me get this straight you're not really my brother but you're like an uncle to my kids and you tolerate listening to crap like that in the car just to make them happy?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

I snorted. "Bitch."

His brows touched and he looked like I'd just kicked his puppy. "Why did you call me that?"

"You're supposed to call me 'Jerk'," I instructed, waving for him to play along.

"You are acting like a jerk but why would I call you that?" he asked stupidly.

"Oh, wow. I need to get out of this place."

I pulled out of the driveway and headed to the interstate.

"So…where are we going?" Edward asked after a handful of minutes.

"I thought we could drive up to La Push…maybe…uh, see the beach."

"You're a horrible liar," he informed me. "And La Push? That's like six hours away. You know we have beaches in this state, right?"

I ignored him, focusing on the road in front of me. Ironically, that made the drive to find Iz felt feel all too familiar. It was a first 'normal' moment since I woke up in this world yesterday morning.

We stopped at a diner to for lunch, because dudes on the road don't eat egg salad sandwiches, even if they were made with love by one of the dudes' wife.

"I'll have a double cheeseburger with fries and a chocolate shake," I ordered.

Edward watched me with raised eyebrows. "For you hun?" the waitress asked him.

"Uh…I'll have what he's having," he said quickly.

"Well, that's a first," I joked.

"I'll say. I thought you cut out red meat two years ago," he shot back. "Alice will be pissed that you cheated."

I rolled my eyes. What kind of pussy-whipped, asshole is this other me?

"It's not like I'm sleeping around on her, it's just a burger. Give me a break?"

He chuckled quietly. "Something's gotten into you lately, hasn't it? What is it? The seven year itch?"

I shook my head. "Nah, just…turning over a new leaf or something like that."

He stayed quiet for the rest of lunch and for the remainder of the drive, which was fine by me. I was preoccupied with the how's and what's of what we would find in La Push. I didn't have any weapons to speak of. I'd grabbed the container of salt from the pantry on the way out, but if what this thing ended up being more ferocious than a ghost, we would be S.O.L.

It was strange finding myself in a world where everyone around me didn't think monsters were real. A safer world. I pressed down on the gas, needing to get there faster. This world was safe and now, thanks to me, there was something in it that was threatening that peace.

I'd do everything in my power to set things right, once more.


Dark clouds filled the skies over La Push. It was just after four when we rolled up to the parking lot overlooking First Beach. It looked like a storm was rolling in over the sea.

"You gonna tell me now what we're doing here?" Edward probed as we made our way down to the sand.

"You wouldn't believe me if I tried," I grumbled. "Just tell me if you hear anything…unnatural."

He stopped and stared at me while I just pushed on up the beach. I could feel something shifting in the air. It was more than just the energy from the storm. It was a frenetic sensation, making my bones shiver with anticipation. I looked to the ocean, expecting to see the edges of this world crumbling down.

"Help!" a voice wailed on the wind. "Help me! Please!"

Without thought I ran in the direction of the sound. I found a cave at the end of the beach. Someone was moaning inside the darkness.

"Demon hunting one-oh-one," I told myself as I crept into the dark cave. It went against all of my instincts to just walk into a possible trap but my instincts were all fucked up in this place anyway.

There was enough light to make a body lying on the ground in front of me. I stepped to the side to let more light shine in and gasped when I saw her. She looked like a corpse.

"Iz, is that you?" I asked, taking a cautious step toward the graying body. Her hair was a tangled mess with what looked like streaks of something in it. Blood maybe? I wasn't sure.

I knelt down beside her slowly.

"Iz?" I whispered.

"Come back," she begged with a gnarled, scratchy voice. "Come back, Jasper."

I jumped back at the sound of her voice. Her eyes were open and she reached a hand out to me like she had every time she'd appeared at the house.

"Where are you?" I asked, leaning closer to her.

"Home," she mouthed. "Come back."

Home? I couldn't remember the place. The word made me think of reading bedtime stories and snuggling with my wife in bed. Where was she talking about?

I stood up, wanting to run away from her. I couldn't see the entrance to the cave anymore. Edward had disappeared, too, if he was ever by my side here.

There was a screeching in the darkness—the sound of wheels burning rubber. Headlights clicked on in front of me, chasing me. I turned and ran, seeing the front yard of my house in the distance. Alice and the kids were playing soccer, laughing and happy.

"Get out of the way!" I shouted, waving my arms in the air like a damn nut. "Run! Get out of here!"

Alice turned at the sound of my voice—her smile fading as she see saw me.

"Jasper! No!" she screamed.

I reached her just as the car skidded to a stop. And there it was, rumbling at the ready to drive me straight off the page of this Looney-toon.

"Home," I whispered, seeing flashes of my life in my mind. Edward was weak. Carlisle was smashed to bits. Iz…

"Dear God," I whispered as I remembered that night in La Push. "I've gotta get back."

"Jasper, wait!" Alice yelled grabbing my hand and tugging me back toward the house.

"Your parents are inside. Don't you want to see them?"

My heart stopped at the thought. I could vividly remember the hours, days, years spent in that orphanage in Forks just praying to know what my parents looked like. I had prayed to just see them, to know that I had come from somewhere and not just risen up from the earth like a weed, pulled, and discarded so easily. With all of my soul I wanted to run into that house and just see them.

But I couldn't.

This wasn't my life. Those weren't my parents. I had to get into this car right now and drive to the edge of reality.

It was time to wake up.

"I can't," I whispered, feeling a tear slide down my cheek. "I'm sorry, baby," I told her. "I gotta go."

"Jasper…no!" she yelled, pulling me toward her with all of her might.

"I'm sorry, Alice," I said, wishing like hell that I could just kiss her one more time. But if I did then I'd miss my opportunity. I had to wake to up.

"I'm gonna miss you, sweetheart," I promised. I swallowed against the lump in my throat, trying to block out the cries from my fake kids and tears of my fake wife. I pried her fingers from hand before I could change my mind.

The door to the Impala was already open and waiting for me when I ran to it. I jumped into the driver's seat, tears unabashedly rolling down my cheeks.

"Do I have to click my damn heels together or something?" I barked at the steering wheel. The car shifted into gear and sped off.

I didn't look back as I left my dream world in the dust.


My body shook in violent uncontrollable waves. My breath, labored.

"Wake up…wake up…wake up…" I chanted, my eyes closed so tight that I saw stars

"Jasper, it's okay to wake up now," a female voice told me. The voice sounded nice, so naturally, I didn't trust it.

"Fuck off," I spat, feeling my entire body convulse against my will.

"Resisting will only make the transition more painful," the voice said. "Please, try to relax and just wake up."

I was freezing—my teeth chattering like those fake teeth you found at joke shops.

"W-w-what the hell is h-h-happening to me," I said through broken breaths.

"You're coming down from the medication," the voice informed me calmly. "Please just try to relax and wake up. I know the dream was probably tempting but it's time to come back to reality now."

Tempting? I thought. You got that right, sister. It was down right paradise compared to this hell.

"Where's Isab-b-bella?" I asked. Memories were starting to assault me now. I remembered getting back to Forks and getting the call from Iz that something had attacked the Pack. She wasn't alone when we got there. One of the wolves lashed out when Edward tried to carry her to the car.

"Is that thing still b-b-breathing?" I shouted, not giving a shit if the person trying to help me wake up was following my train of thought.

"Shh, just relax, Jasper," the voice insisted. "Isabella is alright. She's right here in the bed next to you. Why don't you open your eyes and look at her. Come on. Wake up."

Slowly I relaxed my eyelids, prying them open to peek next to me. And there she was, the ghost who had haunted my dream. Isabella lay on her side, staring at me with sad, pleading eyes. Her skin was paler than usual-it was almost sickly gray.

"So when I saw you," I whispered, "it was because my eyes were open here?"

Iz didn't speak; she just stared at me morosely.

"Yes," the voice answered. "You've been in and out of consciousness for about a week. I had to keep you under so that you could heal. Wolf bites are nasty business."

I turned to the voice. "Jessica?" I asked, recognizing the witch from Denali.

She smiled. "Aw, you remembered me. And here I had you pegged as the dude who didn't bother remembering a girl's name…well all but one girl that is." She winked and walked off to do something.

My head was pounding like I'd spent the last twenty four hours as a plastic critter in a whack-a-mole game. Groaning, I laid back down to stop everything from spinning.

"Thank you," Iz whispered.

I looked over at her. The relief and pain swirling in her eyes cut me to the heart. I closed my eyes, nodding a 'you're welcome' to her. Sadly I knew that Alice and our kids, that whole life that I had just experienced, would not be there when I opened my eyes. But Isabella alive and still fighting, would be.

Somehow, that fact comforted me.


"What did you dream about?" Charlie asked, handing me a beer. I just shrugged, not interested in sharing my walk down Freud park.

It had been two days since I woke up in the makeshift hospital room upstairs in Emmett's house. I found myself on autopilot ever since; Going through the motions; Trying to remember what was real.

As if the weather wanted to taunt me, today was the first day in months that the clouds had parted over Forks, casting everything in bright sunshine. It went against my mood, completely. Charlie had proclaimed a barbecue was in order to celebrate. Everyone went about grabbing some grub. I kept to myself, watching the scene like I wasn't sure I was actually there awake yet. Emmett was tickling Rosalie and she was retaliating by smacking him upside the head. Charlie was flipping the burgers on the grill, pretending not to look over at his daughter every five seconds. Isabella sat in the corner with her knees clutched against her chest. Edward stood behind her, like some creepy gargoyle.

I puckered my lips when I noticed him narrowing his eyes at my mental comment. His moodiness darkened his glare.

So, you saw? I thought. He nodded, not meeting my eyes.

I wandered over to the table after a bit, faking a smile so that everyone stopped asking me how I felt. What was I supposed to say? That I felt weird? Okay? That I was actually relieved to find out that other place wasn't real?

That a little part of me wished I could go back there and just live out the rest of my life in oblivion.

"Jazz?" Emmett called, tossing a napkin at my face. "You owe us another story."

I looked at my hands, seeing the scars from all the fights I'd gotten into as a kid. The cuts from the times I had to offer up blood for an incantation while fighting evil. And the silver line along the center of my palm that reminded me that my life was no longer my own.

"Did I ever tell you about the time I had a four-way with three chicks in Vegas?" I said, smirking.


A/N: so thanks again for keeping up with this story and for reading! It means a lot to me.

This chapter is modeled after the Supernatural episode- (Season 2 Episode 20, What Is and What Should Never Be) where Dean is poisoned by a Djinn. The poison of a Djinn causes hallucinations that can be controlled by the Djinn. In this episode Dean sees a life that is opposite to the one that he and his brother live. A life where there are no monsters and no tragic destiny for the Winchester brothers. A life that he knows he was never meant to live.

Thanks again! See ya soon!