Here's chapter one! (YAY!) Just so you guys know it does jump from different points of views A LOT but we let you know when that happens. Starts in New Moon for Twilight and we are using Season 1 Sam and Dean but not following all of the Supernatural timeline.

Disclaimer: We do not own Twilight or Supernatural. We are just using the characters to create a story of our own.

Chapter 1 Playlist

You Found Me-The Fray

My Happy Ending- Avril Lavigne

Room for Happiness- Kaskade

Burning House- Cam

Like a Fool- Keira Knightly

Again- Flyleaf

Sometimes it's worse to have lost than to have never loved at all. Cause it's a curse to feel love and to feel it all dissolve.

"Edward," I mumbled as I stumbled through the dark forest. The words he told me before he left were still piercing through my heart. It'll be like I never existed. How couldn't he exist if I could still feel the pain of him leaving? The events that just occurred completely shocked me. I thought he loved me. He promised me he wouldn't leave me. He lied. I didn't know if the fact that he lied to me hurt more than the fact that I wasn't good enough for him. I would have to go with the latter.

It was getting harder to see where I was headed. It was getting harder to breathe and hold back the sobs that threatened to rack my body. I continued stumbling through the thick set of trees and branches hoping that Edward would change his mind and find me. Who was I kidding? He didn't want me to think he existed and just left me out here. I should be angry but all I can feel is grief. My heart was shredding into a million pieces; it was worse than when James had crushed my leg and when I had venom coursing through my veins.

My erratic breathing and shaking form didn't help me as I continued to stumble through this endless forest. My foot got caught under a root from a tree that was sticking out from the ground; my arms flew out and protected my face from the hard impact. The pain that should have registered from falling never did. All I could feel was the pain of the loss. I tried to get up but failed making me give up completely. I lie down on my side and curl up in a fetal position causing the sobs to break through.

(Third Person's POV)

"Don't you think it's too late to be going to the police station to ask questions Sammy?" Dean asked as he set his duffle bag down by the motel bed he would be sleeping on tonight.

"We shouldn't waste any time Dean. Dad could be on this case and the sooner we find him the sooner we find yellow eyes," he was getting his suit out and ready so they could leave as soon as they had the chance.

"We don't even know if this is a case. So some people went missing and some claimed to have seen Yogi. This is a town that has a lot of forest and a lot of animals. It could actually just be animal attacks," he sat down on his bed as he watched Sam grab his things out of his duffle in a hurry. He was worried about him. Ever since Jessica, Sam's late girlfriend, had been killed by Yellow Eyes he seemed to just want to hunt anything and everything that went bump in the night. He wanted revenge which Dean understood—the same son of a bitch killed his mother when he was just a kid—he wanted to kill the bastard too but doing it on little to no sleep and thinking this was a case when it probably wasn't was just going to get them killed.

"I'm telling you Dean this is a case. They've never had animal attacks before and now all of a sudden the animals have gone all crazy on them? Not likely. This is one of our gigs trust me," he looked Dean straight in the eyes as he said the last of his statement. Without seeing if Dean believed him or not he went into the bathroom and started getting ready.

Dean shook his head at the bathroom door before sighing and getting ready himself. It was dark out already so other than going out to eat this seemed a bit ridiculous. It could wait until the morning there hadn't been anyone killed for a few days and there was way too much ground to cover this late to try and find any clues or possible lost survivors.

When the boys arrived at the police station there was only one cop on site. Not much of a surprise since it's already late. Being that this is a town they had never heard of in their lives it wasn't much a surprise that there would only be one officer on call. They straightened out their suits and got their badges ready before they walked into the small police station of Forks, Washington.

There were two desks on either side of the entrance and one desk that was straight ahead that stated that it belonged to the chief of police in this small town. Unfortunately the chief of police was not there but there was a man on the desk left of the entrance just playing solitaire on his computer. He was a young man that looked like he had just graduated from the academy. He had light brown eyes that went with his dark brown military cropped hair. He had some muscle on him but was mostly just lean and looked like he should be sitting over a microscope instead of strapping a 22.

He looked up from his computer screen, bored from the inactivity, when the boys walked in. "How may I help you gentlemen?" his voice completely gave away his mood at the moment. He took a look at the boys suspiciously, inspecting their suits in curiosity.

Dean and Sam flashed their badges at him right away before Sam spoke up, "I'm Agent Johnson and this is my partner Agent Smith. We're here about the recent animal attacks."

The man looked at him with a quizzical brow, "What does the FBI have to do with animal attacks?"

"That's classified," Dean replied back with a stern expression. He didn't care what this officer thought of them. He wasn't the officer they needed to speak to. They couldn't do anything without the Chief of police's permission so there was no need to butter up to this guy.

The officer, also known as Boyd, clenched his jaw and glared at Dean annoyed by his reply, "Well can't tell you anything without the chief of police present and he's busy at the moment."

The fact that the scrawny officer admitted that the chief was busy instead of off duty made Sam a bit hopeful again that something could be figured out tonight. He didn't want to go back to the motel room just to fall asleep and see her again. It was always the same nightmare and it always made him wake up in terror and dread.

"Where can we find the Chief?" Dean asked as he walked over and looked around the Chief's desk. His eyes looked over the picture he had on his desk of a little girl with big brown eyes and long brown hair. She didn't look like she wanted to take the picture which was evident by the grimace on her face. Cute kid, Dean thought as he kept looking around.

"He's out looking for his daughter," the officer said as he went back to playing solitaire.

"What happened to his daughter?" Sam asked both curious and concerned they might be too late for the next 'animal attack.'

"She's been missing for a few hours; left a suspicious note saying she was taking a walk in the woods and would be home in time to make dinner. Chief got home but she wasn't there. He has a whole rescue team out there looking for her."

"Well, we can help. Where are they looking for her at?" Sam asked him while he looked over at Dean in confusion. Dean just kept staring at a picture on the chief's desk with a puzzled look on his face.

After the officer told them that it was at Chief Swan's house and gave him the chief's address Sam and Dean left the station quickly and headed straight there.

"Anything?" Charlie asked as some more Quileute boys came back from the woods behind his house. The boys just shook their heads. Charlie went back to looking at the map that showed the land behind his house.

"Maybe I should call the Cullen's," Charlie didn't like the Cullen's not for one bit—well except for Alice.

"The Cullen's are gone Charlie," Harry, one of Charlie's best friends, informed him.

"What? Gone where?" Charlie was concerned that possibly his daughter had left town with them and didn't want him to know about it.

"They moved. They aren't coming back," Harry said sounding so sure of his words.

It dawned on Charlie then. The note from the house said she had gone to take a walk with Edward. And the note was definitely not in his daughter's sloppy handwriting. Fury quickly spread through his chest. What if that boy did something to his precious daughter and just left her out there to rot? What if he's too late? Charlie was broken from his thoughts by the sound of a loud rumble and tires approaching.

If it was the Cullen's they had something fierce coming to them. Without even thinking, he stormed towards where the sound had come from but came to a halt when he saw two grown men closing the doors to a black 1967 Chevy Impala. He knew the car and everything about it since it's been his dream car for ages but he could never get a hand on one. The men walked towards him both in suits and looking like professionals.

One of the men was shorter than the other with green eyes and a sandy brown color to his hair. He was well built and obviously the older of the two. The other was extremely tall with green eyes and brown hair. They looked to be related but Charlie soon found that he was wrong.

"Chief Swan?" The taller one asked him. The fact that Charlie was still wearing his uniform from work made it clear that he was in fact Chief Swan.

"Yeah that's me. How can I help?" He wanted them to just tell him whatever they needed to know so he could go back to looking for his daughter whom he was hoping was still alive.

"We actually want to help you," the tall one said. He went to shake Charlie's hand which Charlie took without hesitation, "I'm Agent Johnson this is my partner Agent Smith. We came about the animal attacks but Officer Boyd told us about your daughter and we'd like to help."

Charlie went and shook Dean's hand which was short and firm. "It's nice of you boys to want to help but it's easy to get lost in these parts of the woods," Charlie had started walking back to his cruiser where he had left the map on the trunk of the car.

Sam and Dean followed him, "Actually sir we're hunters," Dean gave Sam a slightly panicked yet stern look, "We hunt for deer and what not whenever we get the chance. We never get lost. My partner is good at tracking so we may be of some use."

Charlie still looked at the two men hesitantly. They showed that they were FBI but could he trust them to find his daughter? "Look sir we know you don't know us but we also know that we won't be able to do our jobs about these animal attacks until your daughter is found and safe at home," Sam put a reassuring hand on Charlie's shoulder. It couldn't hurt. The more people that went out looking for Bells the better.

"Okay look," Charlie said as he showed them the note in his pocket and the map, "I thought this note was weird when I read it but didn't think anything of it. My friend Harry just informed me that my daughter's boyfriend and his family just up and left and in this note, which was clearly written by this Edmund fellow, says she went out to walk with him. The note is not in my daughters writing and no one can find her."

"Just let us do what we do best and we'll promise to bring her home to you safe and sound," Dean was the one to speak up now. "We'll get our hunting gear out of the car, since there have been animal attacks around here, and make sure your daughter is safe."

Charlie nodded and watched as the two men went and pulled out what looked to be a colt and a sawed off shotgun. He didn't question their choice of weapons. He didn't care if they even went out there and shot Edmund themselves, if he was still out there, because if his daughter was hurt in any way he'd be happy to see a bullet right between the son of bitches eyes.

"You think she's still alive?" Dean asked as they were making their way through the trees and branches.

"I hope so. I hope we're not too late," Sam replied as he searched around.

"You think she might be another victim in our case if she isn't alive?" Dean asked knowing the answer to his question.

"You never know Dean," Sam stopped to see a pair of shoes prints in the loose dirt. "Looks like they may have been standing here," he said as he bent down to look at them closer.

"What kind of boyfriend leaves their girlfriend in the forest all alone?" It was a rhetorical question that Dean asked since he knew what the answer to that was too. He could see what looked like converse sneakers and dress shoe prints in the dirt. The weird thing is that the dress shoe print doesn't have a trace of ever leaving while the converse sneaker prints, which he assumed was the daughters, seemed like they stumbled frantically away.

Sam had stayed behind determined to look for traces of blood or an attack since the boyfriends shoe prints never left the scene. Dean followed the Chief's daughter's footsteps until they disappeared thanks to the fact that the dirt soon turned into grass. He kept an eye out for any broken branches that seemed fresh, which he found plenty of. This girl wasn't very careful when she was walking that was evident enough in the amount of broken branches Dean was able to follow.

He came to a stop when he heard what sounded like whimpering sounds. He quickly ran towards the noise thinking that the girl was hurt or in danger. He came to a halt when he found the girl between two fallen trees on the ground curled in a fetal position. She was crying, something Dean wasn't so good at dealing with. He approached her slowly but she didn't seem to even realize he was there. He stopped right in front of her and slowly bent down to her level.

"Hey," he said softly. She had stopped crying which made him think she had noticed him. But she just stayed quiet and stared out at the forest. He realized that this girl seemed to be in some sort of shock. "I'm going to pick you up okay. I'm not here to hurt you. Your father sent me."

It seemed like she had registered something he had said, "Charlie," she whispered out. Dean only assumed that was her father's name.

He put his arms under her head and legs and lifted her up in his arms. She wasn't heavy, even with the amount of clothes she was wearing. He could feel her trembling as he picked her up. She was as cold as ice which made him shudder involuntarily. He laid her against his chest as he started walking back from where he came.

Her body was starting to warm up and her trembling slowly seized to a stop. He looked down at her to make sure she was still breathing. He hadn't seen any kind of wounds or harm but since she seemed to be in shock he couldn't be too sure. Her head was limp against his arm exposing the light cream skin of her throat. It looked like she had passed out; hopefully from exhaustion.

(Deans POV)

"You found her. Is she okay?" Sam asked as I caught up to him and we started walking side by side towards the Chief's house.

"She looked like she was in shock. I think she passed out," I replied as I adjusted her in my arms and continued walking.

"Edward," she whispered causing me to look over at her face. Her eyes were open half way as she looked up at the forest trees. I looked at Sam who was looking at the girl in what seemed like empathy.

"Any trace of the dick that left her here?" I asked as I looked from her face to where I was walking.

"No, it's like he just disappeared. Maybe he was taken from the trees?" Sam asked as he looked above us.

"By what? And I thought him and his family left town?" It didn't make sense. What would just up and take him from the trees? And if he left town with his family obviously that wasn't possible.

"I don't know. Maybe there's something in dad's journal. We won't know more until we look into these animal attacks," he said with a shake to his head.

I could see the opening of the trees where Chief Swan was. I hurriedly got through the trees to let the chief know his daughter was fine. A small scrawny boy with dark skin and long black hair looked from us to Chief Swan, "Charlie!" he called to him. Charlie looked over at us and quickly ran to his daughter.

"Is she hurt? Where was she?" he asked as he approached us. I gently handed his daughter over to him.

"She was lying on the ground between some trees. She looks fine but she seems to be in shock," I told him as he adjusted her in his arms and started walking towards his house. The rest of the group seemed to tell him a few words and started leaving. We decided to follow him to the house since he hadn't said a word to us and we had just saved his daughter.

Sam went and helped him open the back door to the house. He mumbled a thank you and went inside.

(Third Persons POV)

Sam and Dean followed Charlie inside the house. They looked around the kitchen and followed Charlie to the living room. Charlie gently placed Bella on the couch, placing a pillow under her head. Dean went over and grabbed a blanket that was laying on the recliner by the couch and handed it to Charlie. He took it from him and placed it over Bella's body gently as if her body would shatter if he did it the wrong way.

He moved the hair away from her face and took a good look at her just to make sure she was okay. He was so relieved that she wasn't hurt; he kissed her forehead lightly and stroked her cheeks slowly. He didn't care that he had company and they were watching intently. All he cared about was the fact that his daughter was home and she was safe. He stood up slowly, as he was bent down to her level to get a better look, and faced the men that saved his daughters life.

"Thank you. I don't know how I can repay you. If it wasn't for you she could have been out there long enough to catch a cold," he looked back over at his daughters sleeping form and then looked back at the men. Charlie wasn't a man to show emotion in front of people, let alone strangers, but he owed them a lot. His daughter could have been the next animal attack that had been found amongst the forest of Forks and Seattle Washington. If anything happened to her he didn't know how he could live with himself.

Dean just nodded in understanding, "Glad we could help. We'll just get out of your hair. We can come over tomorrow morning to discuss the animal attacks, if that's alright with you sir."

"Yeah, of course. I'll have all the information about the animal attacks brought here. I won't go into work tomorrow. I need to make sure Bells is okay," he glanced back at her at the last statement.

"Of course. We'll be by tomorrow about that," Sam answered.

"And to make sure your daughter is alright," Dean replied back nudging Sam in the ribs slightly.

Sam was confused by it, "That too, of course. Good night Chief Swan," he shook Charlie's hand.

"Call me Charlie. After all, you boys did save my daughter," Charlie said as he went and shook Dean's hand.

Dean shook it with a small smile on his face and a nod, "It wasn't any trouble at all. We'll see you tomorrow Charlie." The boys turned and left through the front door.

(Bella's POV)

I could register someone talking to me. The voice was deep but smooth and calmed me down for a bit. I didn't recognize who the voice belonged to but it had an effect on me that I couldn't understand. Especially since my heart was still tearing painfully into pieces. The only thing the voice said that seemed to register to me was the word father. How long had I been out here? Charlie was probably worried about me.

I couldn't make my body move though. The pain was too much for me to bear. "Charlie," I managed to whisper out to let the stranger know that I had understood something that he had said to me. I felt a pair of arms go under my neck and legs. I didn't fight against them; what was the point of fighting? As far as I was concerned I didn't want to fight anymore. I just want to give up and stop living. There is no place for me here on this earth. He told me I didn't belong in his world. If I didn't belong in his world, where it felt like I was supposed to be, then what world was I supposed to live in?

Where did I belong? What was the point of being in this world when I didn't fit in? I could feel the arms lift me up and put me up against something warm and hard but not as hard as Edward. Just his name alone was making my heart scream in pain; I couldn't help but tremble as the pain spread through me. The arms readjusted me causing my head to flop back. This body was completely different from the one I'm used to. It had a way of warming me to my core making the trembling stop altogether.

My mind raced as the thoughts of Edward flooded through my subconscious, "Edward," I needed to find him. I wanted to tell him to let me be with him that I wouldn't be in the way. The thought sounded pathetic. Even I shouldn't stoop that low no matter what state I'm in. He made it clear that I wasn't good enough for him and that I didn't belong in his world. He didn't love me; I was just a distraction to him; something to entertain him until he got bored of me.

I could hear the first voice I heard talking to another voice. This one wasn't as deep or rough; it was slightly silky which reminded me of Ed-his voice. I could hear what they were saying but none of it registered in my mind. As far as I was concerned they were speaking gibberish. I could feel the body against me move me up closer causing my head to move up and against him. I could hear the rhythm of his heart beat; my heart slowly followed the rhythm, not having heard a heart beat in someone's chest that was carrying me in a long time.

The sound was soothing. It made me forget at the moment what had happened that had me up against this body in the first place. I could feel my left cheek warming up against the warmth that seemed to be radiating off of this man. I felt safe and protected at the moment. I knew I didn't have to worry about where they were taking me. It was a ridiculous notion that my heart and body knew that they were here to help but it was true. I opened my eyes for a moment trying to look at the being that made me feel safe again but slightly in a different way I suppose.

My eyes opened slightly but all I could see was a strong jaw with slight stubble on it. My face was too close to this person to know what they looked like. I closed my eyes again and before I knew what happened next I fell into a deep slumber.

(Third Persons POV)

Sam and Dean got dressed the next morning but decided to dress casually since they were meeting Charlie at his house. It was official business but the fact that the man wanted to talk about everything at home made it seem unofficial. No need to walk in in a suit and tie and intimidate the man and his daughter. As soon as they were dressed and had everything they would need they jumped into the Impala and headed to the house they had left a little over 12 hours ago.

"How do you think she's doing?" Sam asked; they were in the car driving towards Charlie's house.

"I don't know Sam," Dean seemed to be in deep thought but Sam couldn't figure out about what. Dean didn't sleep very well last night. Sam kept waking him up with his screaming and yelling for Jessica. He wanted to wake him up from the nightmare that was Sam's reality a few months ago but he knew Sam didn't want him to know about the nightmares period. Sam didn't have any knowledge that he talked in his sleep and since he never mentioned them to Dean he figured he didn't want him to know.

It hurt to see his brother crying out in pain the way he did when he was sleeping. Dean himself never knew what it was like to have loved and lost—literally—but from what he was hearing in Sam's voice from the nightmares he didn't want to know. Love seemed to be something that would just weaken a person. Especially hunters like himself; any evil son of a bitch out there would try to hurt someone a hunter loved to make him weak. And Dean could see that clear in Sam's face and hear it in his voice at night. Dean didn't want that; it was bad enough they tried to kill his family to get to him but to add someone who wasn't related into the picture just wasn't right.

This is why he did what he did. He had one-night stands when he had the chance; no strings attached. Having a relationship and starting a family wasn't possible for hunters. His father joined the business because they killed Dean's mother but trying to start a family when you're already in this sort of business was just death and heartbreak guaranteed. And unfortunately his brother had just learned that the hard way a few months ago with Jessica's death.

Dean pulled up and parked in front of Charlie's house. They both got out and headed for the door. Dean knocked and waited patiently for the Chief to open up. It was around ten in the morning and knowing he was a cop, and probably for years now since he's chief, they knew he'd be awake at around this time. They heard footsteps come to the door and Charlie answered, "Good morning boys."

"Morning chief…hope we didn't wake you," Sam was just being polite since it was obvious Charlie had been awake by the clothes he was wearing. He was wearing some old dark jean wranglers and a white shirt with a red plaid button up over it.

"Not at all boys come in," he opened the door for them to walk in and lead them to the living room.

Dean noticed that the girl was missing from the couch, "How's your daughter doing?" he asked as him and Sam took a seat.

He went over and sat on the recliner, "I moved her up to her room last night after you guys left that way I could look through the files again about the animal attacks in the morning. She's still asleep so hard to tell how she's dealing," he rubbed the back of his neck in thought.

"You notice anything…unusual about the animal attacks," Sam asked. He looked at the files on the table in front of them and looked to Charlie for permission.

Charlie nodded to Sam before answering, "Well other than the fact that they weren't completely mauled to death, than no."

Dean wasn't really interested in the files all too much. This was more Sam's thing than it was his. He was glancing at all the pictures along the fire place across from them that were obviously of Charlie's daughter. She seemed to have gone through an awkward stage at one point but he had to admit that the little girl in all those pictures were just as beautiful as the woman she was now. He didn't have a chance to take a good look at her but from what he saw when she was in his arms, she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid eyes on.

She wasn't like the other girls he fooled around with. They were all beautiful in their own way but that's all they were. They only had their looks; when he looked into their eyes he didn't see anything special. There was no kindness or innocence or any kind of emotion in their eyes. And part of him wondered what it would be like to be with someone that actually had those things but he knew it was best that they didn't. It would just make things harder for him when he had to slip away at night while they were sleeping.

It may be weird to think he knew she was different from the rest of the girls he found attractive but just seeing her eyes through all the years she had grown; he could see how much more mature she was for her age. Just looking into her eyes you'd think she was around 26 years old like Dean himself. Dean was thrown off his train of thought when he heard a scream coming from upstairs.

Charlie quickly got off the recliner, where he had been leaning over towards Sam, and ran up the stairs. Dean and Sam quickly followed his trail, guns in hand ready and prepared. They followed Charlie up the stairs and in a room that was to the left of the staircase. He slammed the door open and quickly assessed the room before going to his daughter. Once the boys realized there was no threat in the room they put their weapons back.

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