I've been recently inspired by a volly of different subjects, and have decided to give you, my loyal lovelies, my first Supernatural/Twilight cross over! Hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and Twilight to Stephanie Meyer

It began as a normal afternoon in Forks when Edward and his family decided to go hunting. We had been inseparable for the last few months, ever since the return from Italy and I hated being away from him for even a second. We were planning to get married in little under a month, which meant I was well on my way to becoming what I had craved since the moment I realized I loved him.

A vampire, although more to the point, Edward's physical and mental equal. I knew it was what we both wanted, but the debate about his soul, and eventually mine, was verging on ridiculous.

"Do you really have to go?" I asked, standing by my open window, my hands clasped in his. It was late afternoon on a Saturday and we had spent the whole day in my room together, cuddling on my bed and either talking or making out like the teenagers we were.

It had become a habit of mine to ask this question whenever Edward went hunting. Ever since we had gotten back together, I had become a little...insecure. I still woke up from frequent nightmares of him leaving me, of waking up to an empty bed all over again. Sometimes it took nearly an hour or more for me to calm down.

"I'm sorry Bella, but if I don't hunt now I won't have another opportunity before the wedding," Edward touched his palm to my cheek gently. I leant into his hand, comforted by the coolness of his skin and contemplating sleeping with an icepack.

"I'll be back tomorrow, I promise," he said, his deep, black-brown eyes shining with sincerity. It had been nearly three weeks since he'd last hunted wild game and I knew he'd enjoy the bonding time with his family, as much as he denied it.

Nodding, I wrapped my arms around Edward's neck as he leaned down to kiss me. It was a soft, gentle kiss. It was the kind of kiss that was filled with sweetness, reminding me that he did in fact, for some unfathomable reason, love me.

"I love you, Bella," he said, kissing me once more on my forehead before disappearing out the window, leaving me standing by the window alone. I pushed away the rippling pain of the fault in my chest.

As I walked from my room and down the stairs, a family picture on the wall caught my eye. I hadn't seen that one before, and I assumed Charlie must have recently put it up. The longing in my heart suddenly turned to guilt at the picture of Charlie and his sister at her wedding.

My aunt died before I was born, but my uncle made sure I didn't lose contact with that side of the family, sending his two sons, my cousins to stay with Renee and I every summer. I hadn't seen anyone from Charlie's side of the family in over two years.

Shaking it off, I trundled down the remaining steps and into the kitchen for a snack before I settled down to a night of ice cream and movies on the flat screen Charlie had installed last year in the upstairs spare room. He was away on a long weekend fishing trip with some of the other guys from the police station, and wouldn't be home until Monday.

I found a stash of pudding cups hidden in the back of the cupboard, which I promptly began slurping through as a cleaned the kitchen. Vanilla was my favourite, mostly because it was what Edward smelt like to me.

Polishing off two pudding cups, I stuffed the rest back in the cupboard and climbed the stairs to pick out the movies I wanted to watch from my private collection. Settling on a handful that included Across the Universe, The Spongebob Squarepants Movie, and The Goonies, I flicked off all the lights in the house and plopped myself down on the couch with a tub of Ben and Jerry's and tuned into the mind numbing nothingness that was Spongebob Squarepants.

Half way through my tub of ice cream and one movie later, I heard the sound of something thumping downstairs. Putting my movie on pause and putting the ice cream in the little mini fridge at the back of the room, I listened intently, my senses on high alert.

My skin crawled as I heard the thump again, followed by the familiar sound of the front door creaking open. I knew it wasn't Edward because he never made that much noise, in fact no vampire did. Was I being robbed?

I looked at the clock on the DVD player. It was only 8pm. Who robbed someone at eight o'clock at night?

I picked up the old baseball bat from beside the door, swinging it around in my hand and firmly gripping it as I crept out of the room. The whole house was dark, save for the occasional sliver of moonlight jumping around the floor and walls.

Slowly I edged my way back down the stairs, my heart pounding in my chest I spotted the shadow of a person moving below me. Swinging up onto the banister I waited until the figure was directly below me before pushing off the rail and landing hard into their back, sending us both to the floor.

The man and I rolled several times on the floor, the bat still clutched in my hand. He pinned me for about two seconds, not enough time to see his face even if it was light, before I raised my legs and pushed, sending him tumbling over me and onto his back.

Raising myself up on my legs, I held the bat in my hands, preparing to swing as two arms wrapped themselves around my shoulders. I writhed and struggled but the second man just wouldn't let go, only gripping me harder as the first one of them jumped back to his feet.

Without thinking, I threw my head back and smashed the back of my skull into the shorter man's nose, the satisfying crunch followed by a searing pain in the back of my head.

Not the best idea in the world.

The short man stumbled backwards, releasing my shoulders. The tall person tried to take a swing at me, but I ducked just in time for him to punch his friend in the side of the face. I roundhouse kicked him, collapsing his ankles and sending him back down to the ground.

The shorter man sat slumped against the side of the stairs while I pinned as his taller companion to the ground. A moonbeam struck the floor and illuminated his face. I gasped, not believing what I was seeing. It couldn't be...

"What the...Sam?" A confused expression came to his face as the recognition dawned.

"Bella?" He asked, incredulous. And so he should have been, I had never been able to pin him for more than ten seconds before.

"The very same, cous," I smiled, "And might I just say you still fight worse than a girl," I stood and offered Sam my hand, hoisting him back to his feet, "Nice to see you again, Sammy."

"Nice to see me? You jumped on me from the top of the stairs!" He accused, running a hand through his shaggy brown hair. Reaching over to the nearby wall, I switched the light on, both of us wincing at the sudden brightness as I lent the bat against the wall.

"Can someone gimme a hand down here?" I recognised the voice behind me as I turned to see the figure of my eldest cousin Dean, clutching his bleeding nose, an ugly black bruise forming on his left cheek.

"Hey Deany," I chuckled, pulling him to his feet, "Sorry about the nose, man." Dean glowered at me as I led him and Sam to the kitchen. The two of them sat down on Charlie's mismatched chairs while I tried to find the first aid kit.

"Don't call me Deany, BellBell," Dean retorted, gingerly shrugging off his beloved leather jacket. I chuckled, pulling the red bag from below the sink. It had been years since I'd been called that.

"Sure sure, Deany," Sam chortled, cut short by a punch to the arm thanks to Dean. Placing the first aid kit on the table, I took a wet cloth and wiped the blood that was drying on my cousin's face before tapping it up with medical tape.

"It isn't broken, just bruised, and a little fractured," I explained, patting him on the head like a small child, "You'll live."

I walked over to the fridge and grabbed two of Charlie's beers, a can of soda, and an icepack wrapped in a dishtowel. I gave the beers to the boys and thrust the ice at Dean for his face.

"So what brings you guys to breaking into my house at," I looked at the kitchen clock, taking a sip of my drink, "A quarter to ten on a Saturday night?"

I began to get a little apprehensive when the boys exchanged a wary glance. Sam took a swig of his beer before setting the bottle gently back on the table while Dean held the ice to his face.

"Guys? What's wrong?" Both of them were avoiding my gaze. They never acted like this unless they had bad news, and I mean bad news, the kind no one ever wants to hear unless it's on the news about someone else.

"Bella..." Sam looked as if he were trying to communicate something vital to me. There was a niggling at the back of my brain, when suddenly it clicked. My eyes widened and I gasped.

"You mean...but it's so soon! I thought I had at least a few months left!" Tears of anger and hurt stung my eyes. I knew that Sam and Dean were aware of my...shortcomings, but I had sworn years ago that I would never ever make myself resort to them again. In four weeks, I would be immortal, and then...

"Bells, you know we would do anything to help if we could. This is how it's been since you were born," Dean replied, the ice still pressed to his face, "you can't change who you are."

"I don't care! Uncle John promised! You all promised!" I was almost screaming at them. I knew deep down I was being irrational, but the fact that my own cousins had shown up, broken into my house and were now confirming my worst fears was just too much to handle.

I walked over to the sink and gazed out the window. The moon was almost full and I could feel the ebb and flow of its power moving inside me. I had contemplated my destiny millions of times over, but for it to be so close was indescribable.

"I can't believe I let this happen..." I murmured, tears stinging my eyes. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned my head, expecting to see Sam the Empath standing beside me. Instead, to my surprise, I saw Dean, his eyes filled with regret and understanding. I buried my face into his chest, glad to have someone when Edward was gone.

Oh god, Edward.

I hadn't told Edward.

I hadn't told anyone, not even Charlie, but the thought of keeping something like this from the man I loved was excruciating. Feeling a sudden wave of tiredness, I pulled away from my cousin, deciding to deal with all these emotions in the morning.

"Come on, it's late. You guys can stay here for the night. One of you can have the pullout in the flat screen room and the other can have Charlie's bed," I explained. The boys looked at each other, and I suddenly regretted mentioning the flat screen.

Fast as lightning, Sam and Dean were bolting for the stairs, pushing and shoving in an attempt to be the first to the pullout couch. I couldn't help but laugh; in all the excitement of the last couple of years, I had almost forgotten how nice it was to have my family around me.

Climbing the stairs, I heard the familiar groaning, cussing sound of defeat that could only come from Dean. I was glad Sam had the room; he was less likely to break the television than Dean was.

It was around ten-thirty by the time I was finished getting ready for bed. I could hear Dean snoring from Charlie's room. With that nose, he was going to be snoring for a while.

The curtains were open, the moonlight spilling into the room. I walked over to the window, gazing out onto the street. The Metallicar, Dean's beloved Impala, was parked on the curb out the front of the house, the black body glimmering like water.

I sighed, resigned. I had tried to avoid my fate, run away from everything just so I could be a normal girl, only to have it be right in front of me; in the vey place I had come to escape it.

The arrival of Sam and Dean had some as a reminder of the little amount of time I had left. Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I felt the familiar zing of power running across my skin. In my reflection, I could see the change that had taken place.

Bella Swan as everyone knew her did not look back. Instead, I saw the very image I had come to dread.

Through the frost creeping across the glass, a girl with snow-white hair, icy blue eyes and pale, winter blue lips and an even whiter pallor than the vampires I loved stared back at me. The crackle of the ice echoed through the silent room as I touched my fingertips to the glass, still after all these years, unsure of what I was seeing.

This was something I could no longer avoid, no matter how much I wanted to. The moon's power tugged at my soul as the tears slipped from my eyes, crystallising on my frozen cheeks. The drops fell to the floor with a sharp tinkle, glittering like diamonds.

This was who I was, and who I would be forever if let it. This frozen, glacial creature connected somehow intrinsically to the moon in ways I didn't understand.

Taking another breath, the power moved over me once more as I felt my body begin to heat up, becoming the Bella that everyone thought me to be.

Climbing into bed, the melting ice leaving wet puddles on my floor, I snuggled deep into my covers and cried myself to sleep, knowing that even the best kept of secrets would eventually come out.

Chapter two is coming your way, hons! I have exams in 2 weeks to study for, so updating is gonna take some time. I can assure you all it'll be worth the wait! Please review, I love to hear what you think!

*Hands out Dean plushies and Edward cookies*