***Author's Note: I didn't forget about you guys, the wonderful readers of this story! I have just been extremely busy with work and school and life lately and haven't had a lot of time to focus on writing. I will continue to write at a slower pace, so I hope this chapter isn't too far missed. The satirizing in this chapter is something a normal family on a road trip might argue about, plus the awkwardness of Bella. It's a little shorter than the norm, but it's still fun, so please read! Chuckle if you will! Thanks for your patience and patronage! Enjoy!

Cullens, Meet the Winchesters

AliZoe

AliZoe (c) 2015

Chapter Two

CrushCrushCrush

"CrushCrushCrush" by Paramore

Driving into Forks proved to be more awkward than anticipated. The little town almost felt superstitious as a new set of classy wheels and two rugged new faces interrupted the routine of normalcy.

"Why do I feel like everyone is staring at us?" Sam mumbled, rhetorically.

"Because they probably are...it's not their fault though. Baby's just that impressive," Dean smirked a reply, mocking the uneasiness. Glancing out the window, Sam watched the dull atmosphere of the town. The grungy, overcast weather put a weight on their shoulders as the people who populated this small town, seemed to be used to the heaviness. Someone in the crowd of mindlessly walking people caught his attention. Remembering what Dean had discussed about the strange encounter with the vanishing woman from earlier, he squinted his eyes as he appeared to have spotted her. She stood there, intently staring them down, whispering to a rather skinny, well dressed, wavy haired man next to her.

"Dean...I think she's back," Sam breathed, not taking his eyes off of them in case they would dissolve out of his sight. "There's a man with her. You're right, they're really pale…" Not within a blink of an eye, a large group of teenagers passed in front of the two before Dean could pause to take a peek. Once the group walked on, they had disappeared.

"Where?"

Stunned and frustrated, Sam furled his eyebrows even further. "They're gone now. Those teenagers made me lose sight of them…!"

Matching Sam's squinted face, Dean pursed his lips and grumbled coldly, "No one can stalk those who stalk." Surprised at his metaphoric response, Sam turned his head to look at his brother. "I'm tired of being snuck up on!" The words rang cold in the air. After all of the ghost chases, Wendigos, Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, and other ghoulish monsters, Hell, and Purgatory can you blame him?

Finding the nearest motel, Dean swerved into one of the few parking stalls. "I call the bathroom first!" Sam bellowed in a rush to undo his seatbelt.

"I drove! That's the rule! I get to use the bathroom first!" Dean rebuttled, launching himself out the door.

"Since when? That doesn't even make any sense!" Sam threw his arms out to the side with a face of vexation.

"Since now and always!"

"Well, we should check in first…"

"Okay, you can use the one in the office, I'll use the one in our room."

"No, you can use that one!" The quarrel over the bathroom continued as they walked into the small lobby; no restroom was even in existence in that small room.

"May I help you boys?" the older lobby woman behind the desk widened her eyes as they approached the counter.

"One room please, with two beds," Dean replied.

"Do you have a reservation?" She asked them, smiling widely and moving her eyes up and down both of their faces.

Glancing at her strangely with a confused look, he answered, "No."

"No problem, we always have a room open for some handsome tourists…!" she winked at the both of them. Blinking with subtly dropped jaws, they straightened up uncomfortably and nodded their heads with polite smiles. "What is the name under?"

"...Axl Rose," Dean replied flaring his nostrils a little. An awkward pause befell the lot of them. "Our Dad was a real fan…" he forced a smile. Shaking her head in a tolerant way, she scribbled the name down in her guest list.

"You boys will be in Room 13," she handed them the key. Grabbing the key from her hands he nodded his head in thanks and glanced a semi-eye roll at Sam. Of course they'd be registered to one of the most superstitious numbers in the world! Why not?

Slowly striding a little faster than Sam, Dean took the lead. Noticing his hustle, Sam scrunched his eyebrows and picked up his pace. Shoving and attempting to sabotage the other, they both reached the door at the same time. Pausing, they waited at the blocked entrance. "I have the key, Sam. I get to go first."

"Well, I have a smaller bladder."

"How do you know that? You're taller, so you can hold it longer!"

"That doesn't make sense, Dean! Just open the door!" Taking a sly glance back at Sam, Dean huddled in front of the doorknob and shoved the key inside the slightly rusted key hole. As quick as his experienced reflexes could take him, he swung the door open, slid inside, and managed to lock Sam out. Hearing his chuckle of victory from inside the room, Sam pounded the door in irritation. "Dean! Open the door! Come on!"

After what seemed like the longest ten minutes of Sam's life, Dean finally opened the door with a grin of satisfaction. "I was proud of that one…!" Dean boasted. "I'm going to go ask the creepy desk lady where the best diner is in this town while you relieve yourself. Good luck, Sammy!" Smacking Sam's shoulder, Dean strutted away.

Walking inside, Sam about rolled over from the putrid smell. "What did you kill in here, Dean?!" Holding his breath, he slapped on the fan to the bathroom and bolted out the motel room. Promptly closing the door behind him, he inhaled a deep breath of muggy air. At least the noxious odor wouldn't be able to invade his nostrils anymore. Seeing Dean on his return, his face grew more aggravated. "You're disgusting…!"

Shrugging his shoulders, Dean continued to smirk. "There's a diner just down the street. Come on."

"If we die in our sleep due to your poisonous gas, I will make hell more of a hell for you!"

"Shrug it off, Sammy! Let's go!" Smacking his shoulder again, Dean took the lead down the sidewalk towards the diner. Shaking his head, Sam followed. The chill of a hidden gaze penetrated their spines, shooting goosebumps down their backs and through their skin like lightning. Instinctively, they carefully shifted their gazes from side to side. "I'm not the only one?"

"No…I feel it too…" Sam replied, pursing his lips. After all of the experience they had with every form of monster imaginable, this super sense had developed to an acute skill that benefitted the both of them.

Glancing at each other as the twilight began to spread across the sky, they detoured their route, switching on their survival instincts. Their ears heightened the vibrations to attract any supernatural sound that whispered in the air. Dilating their eyes came as second nature as the ever darkening atmosphere blanketed their path. Taking a detour into an abyss-like alley way, they reached under the backs of their shirts and pulled out their guns of choice. Glancing each other in the eye, they nodded in a silent agreement as they slowly slunk into hiding spaces behind a row of dumpsters. Virtually invisible footsteps trodden slowly across the alley way. A dark silhouette glided past them emitting confusion. Holding their breath as the figure of a misleadingly fragile, slender young woman passed, her head twitched from side to side, trying to find her prey.

Carefully and meticulously sliding out of their hide and seek game, Dean and Sam huddled behind the girl and took a breath. Her posture bolted around and in a blur, she faced them. Her skin, pale and almost pearly white spread across her monotone facial expression as copper eyes stared into their souls as if to read them. Her long wavy brown hair fell across her shoulders as she stood emanating disbelief. Silence betrayed them as she became stone cold and still as a statue with only their beating hearts and slow exhales relaying their obvious pulses of life in their bodies.

What seemed like a small eternity, her lips parted and whispered, "...How did you do that…? I'm supposed to be able to hear and sneak up on anybody…"