Title: Hunters

Rating: T

Summary: The Swans and the Winchesters fought side-by-side for years until John Winchester moved on. Now it's up to their children to continue the legacy. Bella's thirsting for some distraction, some adventure, and Dean just doesn't want to hunt alone anymore. They tear out across the country, hunting things. They weren't supposed to find vampires. They weren't even supposed to find them.

Disclaimer: I don't own Stephenie Meyer's universe, nor do I own the Supernatural world. This is purely a bit of fun mixing the two.

Warnings: Cursing, running away from home, hunting supernatural creatures.

Spoilers: Not canon compliant. Takes place right around John Winchester's death.

Author's Notes: I'm so sorry it's taken so long to get an update out for this story! But I will say that I am overwhelmed by the amount of support that you guys have shown for this story! I hope this chapter lives up to your expectations, and we'll have some fun moments coming soon! Just you wait.

~ Chapter 2: Cat's in the Craddle ~

"Half this shit needs to go," Dean stated simply, looking over the vast spread of clothes on the bed. "You'll need a professional looking suit, for when we imitate the FBI or anything like that." She moved towards the middle of the bed, grabbing the black skirt suit. She held it up for Dean, and he gave a nod. She tossed it into the suitcase. "Got anymore of those? We don't do laundry often." She nodded and grabbed another in brown and navy blue. At least the annoying pixie had been useful for something.

"Alright, you'll need things that are easy to move around in. Things that are comfortable for the road. And things for If you've got a thick jacket, bring that - leather or something. Jeans. You'll probably have to replace them in a few months, because of how rough it can get." She began grabbing her jeans, a black leather jacket she had bought from Port Angeles just months before, and t-shirts, comfortable yoga pants or leggings. "And probably a dress or two. Gotta dress nice sometimes for the image." She nodded, and grabbed two dresses. "Tennis shoes?" She nodded once more, packing a few pairs in various states of wear. And glanced at him expectantly. "Since you can't walk to save your life, I'm thinking let's forgo the heels-"

Bobby, Dean, and her had spent a majority of the morning doing hunter exercises - just like those Charlie had raised her with. She had tripped more times than she could count, and the level ground in the middle of the junk yard had turned into toe pits every two steps. By the time she had thoroughly banged up both knees, did they decide it would be best to stop. And she should probably be given some ice.

"I have these," Bella said, grabbing a pair of black flats. "I can run with these."

"That's all you'll need," Dean nodded. "We'll destroy your cellphone, get you another one. One that can't be tracked." Oh. Right. "And we'll put all the numbers you need in it."

"Alright," Bella admitted. "Is that everything?"

"Bring your computer, and any books or anything you have on hunting. We're going to be on the road a lot, so we'll need to research as we go." She didn't have anything on hunting, her dad's journal. She figured it was best with him.

Her phone buzzed yet again, and Dean glanced to it, before looking to Bella. But he didn't say anything, just raised an eyebrow, turning towards the door. She pressed the button to silence the phone once his back was turned and watched as he moved towards the stairs.

Bella cleared her throat. "Alright. And we need to find our next hunt, right?"

Dean gave a smirk, as if amused. "Already found one, kid. Ever been to New Hampshire?"

"Er, no?" Bella admitted.

"You're about to."

It had been over beer in the kitchen that he admitted that she could come with, if she really wanted to. He needed a partner badly enough. And desperately enough that he was willing to bring along Bella. She had not been so amused by how reluctant he seemed with the declaration, but he had agreed. It was enough for her.

She could at least get away from it all. From Forks. From everything that had happened there.

She was heading to New Hampshire. It was farther than she had ever traveled in her life.

Bella followed him down the stairs, after zipping up her bag, and gave a good look at the two men that were digging into a pot of macaroni and cheese, trying to unstick it from the sides.

"I was thinking of heading into town and making some dinner tonight, as a thank you," Bella said, more disturbed the longer she watched them. They glanced up at her entrance. "I take it my truck… is still dead?"

"I'll probably have to replace her sparks and get her jumped. But stuff like that's old, and I'd have to loot around the yard to see if I have any parts for her." Bella suspected as much. She glanced towards Dean, hopefully. "If you wouldn't mind lending your car, then? It'd be real quick - probably a half hour tops."

"I don't lend out Baby." Oh. "Half hour?"

"Swear it."

He seemed to hesitate. "Alright, fine, I'll give you a lift, but if it's longer than a half hour you're walking."

"Any special requests or…?"

"As long as it's a cooked meal, I won't be complaining," Bobby chuckled. "Haven't had one of those in years." Bella gave him a smile, nodding, and glanced to Dean.

"Make sure there's pie somewhere."

Pie. She could do pie. If they were this easy, well, then she'd have no trouble at all.

"So, any experience with anything?" Dean asked as they ducked into Baby, er, his car. She waited until she was buckled, and he, to answer.

"I worked in a Outdoors shop for about a year," Bella said carefully. "That doesn't seem like the kind of answer you were looking for." What the hell was he asking, exactly?

"I mean with monsters."

"Oh." Bella shrugged. "A family of vampires once, a werewolf pack." She gave him a grin. "No witches, so I'm not in one of those books yet." He shot her a worried look. "A few really easy things once, at a cliffside. Selkies. My dad thought it would be a great opportunity for a ten year old." She glanced out the window to avoid looking at him when his eyebrows shot up. "Yeah, I stopped visiting after that."

"And how did the vampires and werewolves turn out?"

Bella hesitated a moment. "Dunno. Didn't stick around long enough for that. The vampires skipped down before Charlie could do anything. And the wolves… turned out to help him out on a different vampire case. You would not believe the vampires you get in Washington."

"Huh…" He started the car. And while the purr was nothing like her truck, it was a bit comforting. "Well, still no idea why a demon was after you?"

"If I knew, I'd have said something," Bella sighed. "It was just… weird, I don't know."

"So what happened with the werewolves?"

Bella shrugged, uncomfortable. "They help Charlie with his jobs. They're really good at hunting the weird shit down." Dean grunted.

"We're not supposed to work with them."

"They don't hurt anyone. They just protect their tribe," Bella admitted. "I grew up with some of them. They just turn into big wolves and sleep all day. And kill vampires. That's their main job."

He grunted again. "So, food. What are you doing?"

Bella grinned. "I'm not telling. That's going to just ruin the surprise."

He parked in front of an odd supermarket, and Bella darted inside, running through in her head what she needed to get. It took fifteen minutes to get all the stuff, as she had to navigate around completely blindly. But by the time she made it out of the store, Dean was leaning out the window of his car talking to a woman with short brown hair. Bella rolled her eyes, carrying the bags and opening the back of the car to set them down on the floor.

"Well, hey, there, Dean. Who's this?"

Bella glanced up to see it was an older woman, with a kindness to her. And a warmth that made Bella smile back almost immediately as she shut the back door.

"Jody, this is Bella Swan, she's heading out on a job with me to New Hampshire tomorrow." Tomorrow? "Swan, this is Sheriff Mills. Saved our asses more times than we all care to admit."

"Jody," the Sheriff insisted. She reminded Bella of Charlie, only less crazed in hunting. She reached across the hood of the car to shake Bella's hand. "You look familiar. Have you come by Sioux Falls before?"

"No, actually, this is my first time," Bella admitted. "Decided to take a little trip out east…" She glanced around them. "Sioux Falls is actually a lot bigger than I was expecting."

"You know, you'd be surprised by how often I hear that," Jody laughed. "Well, when you two get back in town, let me know. I'll keep my eyes peeled for some weird activity going on."

Dean laughed, actually laughed. "Thanks, Jody. Hey, Swan, you buy enough for one more?"

"Oh yeah, there's loads in here-"

"Say, Jody, think you could spare an evening and have dinner with us? Swan's cooking some dinner, but she won't tell me what." Jody glanced towards Bella, as if asking if that was alright.

"Totally," Bella agreed. "Do you like chicken?"

"Cooking?" Jody said in mock surprise. "Dean, I thought you were allergic to a good home cooked meal." Bella liked this woman. "I haven't seen those two out there without anything more healthy to eat than a pizza in years. I'd love to come on over, if you'll have me. What time is good for you all?"

"Six?" Bella offered.

"I'll be there. You guys take care, alright? And don't you be getting into any trouble, Dean."

"No promises, Sheriff." Bella hopped into the car with a final wave to Jody Mills.

"Nice meeting you," Bella told her.

"You, too, hun." By the time the woman had walked away, Dean was already pulling out of the lot.

"She's really nice."

"Yeah, she's helped us with a lot of jobs. You may get vampires in Washington, but we've seen everything else in South Dakota." Really? Because it just seemed like a lot of farms and not a lot of people. But she didn't say that at loud.

"I didn't know we were leaving tomorrow."

"It's going to take us a few days to get there," Dean shrugged. "Want to make sure that there's still an issue, we've got to get there as fast as possible." That made sense. "So, chicken? Did you get pie?"

"Do you only think about your stomach? Because this is something I'm going to need to know if we're going to be on the road together."

Dean shot her a smirk. "Always."

Bobby sighed as they walked into the house nearly ten minutes later and Bella set the groceries down on the counter, eyeing him worriedly.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Bella asked, pulling a fresh quart of milk out of a bag before glancing towards Bobby and Dean.

"Well, Jody called. She said she'd seen you guys down at the market and she got back to the station a few minutes ago…" Bobby turned the laptop around, giving the two of them a clear view of the image. Her. A picture of her. Her senior year book photo. Charlie had put out a missing child. Though technically, not a child since she was eighteen.

"But…" Bella swallowed. "Oh."

"Said she recognized you from somewhere. She got this this morning."

"Oh no."

"So… how are we going to fix this?" Dean asked. "Because we can't be traveling across the country with a missing person and they think I kidnapped her."

Wait, the hunt was still on? "You're not… going to make me go back to Forks?" Bella asked, surprised.

Bobby snorted. "You're a damn adult, Swan. If your daddy can't accept what plenty of us hunters have with our kids, then that's on him. We'll have Jody say that you've been found and weren't missing - you had taken a little trip for spring break. I'll call Charlie myself and tell him you had stopped by and were heading off on some hunt you seemed interested in."

Bella stared at Bobby. "Why would you do that for me?"

"Because you may not remember the time you spent here, but your daddy raised you damn well. And he's just not ready to accept that when you turn eighteen, you make your own decisions. Look at John's other boy, Sam. He's made himself his own life once he turned eighteen. John sent out missing persons all he wanted, but no one answered them when Sam insisted that he was doing what he had decided." Bella glanced at Dean, surprised to know he had a brother. He never mentioned him, really. Just his name. Bella didn't know it was… what the hell had happened there?

"So, he's a hunter too?"

Dean snorted. "No, he's a law student at Yale. I'm the one that kept the family business going." Oh. Bella swallowed back an apology. He looked like he didn't want to hear it. "Have Jody call them. Bella and I will leave tonight. I'm not risking Chief coming here to try and make things worse."

"Right," Bobby nodded. He glanced to Bella. "You're sure you're wanting to get into this?"

Bella wasn't sure. At all. She just needed to do something. And if she could kill one hundred monsters, then she'd have filled the quota.

One hundred was all she cared about.

"Yeah, as sure as I can be."

One hundred. And then she'd be out.