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In the Dark	By : jensencat Category: Supernatural > Crossovers Views: 1622 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or The Vampire Diaries. I am making no profit from this story, nor will I ever. The characters of Supernatural and The Vampire Diaries do not belong to me. Only my story and plot belong to me.

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Dean sat across from Elena at a small café table outside the Grill. She’d taken him to talk at the same place Stefan had taken her when she first discovered he was a vampire. She was perched on the tiny chair, elbows resting on the table forming a triangle shape under her conjoined hands. She had no idea what truth might be disclosed today, but she was patient enough. A waiter placed a burger and a coffee mug in front of Dean to make up for the one he hadn’t finished that morning, and Elena watched as he took a tiny sip, flinching away slightly from the heat.
He was trying not to show it, but alarm bells were ringing in his head. He wasn’t sure exactly what he’d overheard between Elena and Damon, but he could have sworn it sounded like Damon was taking blood as a snack. When he considered the exchange, part of him instantly jumped to thoughts of vampires, while the rest thought it was too big of a coincidence. What were the chances that Elena, a girl he had randomly stumbled upon, was knowingly harboring a vampire? Then again, as Elena had pointed out, they were very similar. Maybe her problems weren’t as mundane as he had originally assumed.
“I think now’s the part where you tell me what the hell happened last night because I don’t remember a thing,” Dean prompted, leaning into the hard back of his chair and taking half of his burger into his mouth, closing his eyes and savoring the taste.
“You called me, and I picked you up,” Elena explained, eyeing him and studying his eating habits curiously. It was kind of amazing, really. She’d never imagined that a burger could bring someone as much pleasure as Dean seemed to be experiencing, judging by his quiet moaning. “I found you in some cheap motel off the highway and brought you back here.”
“Yeah, and what exactly do you mean by ‘here’?” Dean asked, leaning forward in his chair and putting extra emphasis on the last word.
“Mystic Falls, Virginia,” Elena said as Dean took another sensual bite out of his rapidly shrinking burger. She tried to focus on what she was saying, struggling to tune out the distraction of his chewing. His jaw was working, grinding to break down his obscenely large mouthful of greasy heaven. Seeing someone who seemed so mysterious and otherworldly indulge such a grounded and simple pleasure made something flutter within her. “We stayed the night in the Salvatore boardinghouse. It belongs to Damon. You were eavesdropping on my conversation with him this morning.”
“Then why were you so intent on keeping me hidden from him?” Dean demanded.
“It would have been…complicated…to explain your being there to Damon,” Elena grasped for the right words to use.
“Complicated how?” Dean asked.
“Don’t worry about it,” Elena told him. “Now, it’s your turn. What happened?”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“I picked you up from a motel in the middle of the night. The least you can do is let me know why,”Elena said, a light breeze rustling her hair.
“Fine,” Dean sighed. “I had a bit of a falling out with my brother.”
“You said last night that he quit,” Elena recalled. “Quit what?”
“The family business,” Dean said simply.
“And you weren’t okay with that,” Elena inferred.
“That’s the short version, anyway,” Dean said, finishing off his coffee.
“Do you want to head back to my place?” Elena asked, seeing that Dean wasn’t too keen on telling her about his problems.
“Sounds good,” Dean said, shoving the rest of his burger into his mouth and sucking the grease from his fingers with a hearty grunt of appreciation. They came to their feet, and Elena tossed a bill onto the table to cover their meal.
Once they were sitting in the SUV, Elena began to drive and Dean asked the question that had been nagging at him all day.
“Where’s baby?” he asked.
“What?”
“My car!” he cried, facing Elena.
“Right,” Elena chuckled, glowing in the afternoon light. “Don’t worry. I have a friend taking care of it.”
“A friend?” Dean asked, trying to sound merely curious rather than distrustful.
“Yes, a friend,” Elena repeated. “I called her last night, and she’s bringing your car back to Mystic Falls now.”
Dean struggled to control his breathing, crossing his arms and turning his body away from Elena to make his anxiety less visible to her. His mind was whirling into white panic and distress. He desperately tried to remember whether he’d left any weapons in the backseat instead of stowing them in the safety of the trunk. He began drumming his fingers against his arms nervously. It was out of his hands at this point; there was nothing left for him to do but wait.

Caroline approached the Impala, her stiletto heels clicking loudly against the asphalt with every step. It had been a strange request, but she trusted that Elena would tell her exactly what was going on when she returned to Mystic Falls. There had better be a good reason why she was spending her day picking up a car from a motel parking lot.
She opened the driver’s door, but before she had the chance to get in, she heard someone behind her.
“Excuse me,” a masculine voice called. She spun around to face a tall, striking man with shoulder length hair. He stopped as he neared her and moved as if to reach into a pocket in his jacket but hesitated, looking down for a second and twitching with a hint of a smile. “Do you know Dean?”
“No, I don’t,” she told him. “Can I help you with something?”
“That’s his car,” he said. “Dean’s, I mean. I was looking for him. That’s why I’m here.”
“What?” Caroline asked. “Who is Dean?”
“Dean is my brother,” said the man. “I’m Sam, by the way.
Caroline looked down at the keys in her hands, confused. “Why did Elena have your brother’s car keys?” she mumbled to herself.
“Elena?” Sam asked.
“She’s my friend,” Caroline said. “But I have no idea how she could know your brother.”
“Would it be possible for me to meet her?” Sam asked. He wanted to talk to the girl who somehow had Dean’s keys. He would do anything at this point to find his brother. He was worried and guilty, and he wanted to try to make things right.
“No, I don’t think so,” Caroline said.
“What’s your name?” Sam asked softly. His tone almost sounded sweet, but it was laced with a hint of danger. He began walking towards her slowly like a wildcat cornering its prey, closing the distance between them until he was almost pressing her up against the car.
“It’s Caroline,” she told him, gasping a little.
“Well, Caroline,” he began, running his long fingers over the pale curve of her neck and feeling the steady pulse of her heartbeat. “I need to find my brother. You wouldn’t want to stand in the way of that, now, would you?” His other hand grasped her slender arm, feeling her tense through her thin sweater.
“What are you doing?” Caroline asked, frantically searching his face for clues. She was more curious than frightened; some hick didn’t pose much of a threat, but she would rather not attack him in broad daylight if she didn’t have to. She could feel his breath, and she ignored the car door jabbing sharply into her back as she tried to lean away.
“I don’t want any trouble,” Sam purred, not releasing his hold on her arm. “I’m not going to hurt you. Just take me to Elena.”
That set her off. The sexist beast thought she couldn’t defend herself; she was going to prove him wrong. “Damn right, you’re not,” Caroline snapped, yanking her arm free and pushing hard on Sam’s chest. She threw him to the pavement, where he lay sprawled out and vulnerable. He tried to sit up, looking up at her in shock, but before he could, she was on top of him, straddling his body faster than humanly possible and pressing him into the pavement with her forearm. Her fangs elongated as she hissed close to his face, her eyes going dark with blood. Sam groped for the knife at his waist, and she glanced down, feeling the movement by her thigh through her leggings. She closed her mouth, feeling the blood drain from her face as she snatched the knife from him.
“What are you going to do with this little thing?” she teased, holding the knife over him. She chuckled a little at the fear clearly written on his face. She brushed the hair out of his eyes, looking down on him with a trace of pity. He may be a sexist prick, but that didn’t mean he deserved to be emotionally scarred. The least she could do was erase his memory. She rested a hand on his neck and looked into his eyes. “Forget meeting me. Go home,” she commanded.
“Yeah, I don’t think so,” Sam said. He sat up and slammed his hand into her chest, flipping her over onto her back. “That’s better,” he said, lying on top of her and making sure to rest a large portion of his massive weight on her slender body.
“What the hell?” Caroline muttered.
Sam grabbed the knife from her hand. He held the shiny metal blade to her throat, trailing the tip lightly over her skin without breaking it. “I hadn’t decided yet,” he said in answer to her earlier question. “But I think I just might hurt you now.” He put pressure on her neck with the knife, turning it so the sharp edge had better access. A thin line of blood appeared, and he lifted the knife away from her skin. “Sorry,” he whispered.
The tiny cut on Caroline’s neck began to heal, closing up as Sam watched. She took advantage of his confusion to roll him off of her and jump to her feet. She didn’t waste any time in sending him flying across the pavement with a kick in his side. While he tried to recover from the blow, Caroline blurred into the car and sped onto the highway fast enough to make the tires squeal and leave streak marks on the blacktop.

Bonnie sat on her couch and held her head in her hands. The walls of her house seemed to be closing in on her. She was reliving the grief of Grams’s passing all over again, combined with the guilt of knowing it was all her fault. She shouldn’t have used black magic. It was wrong, and it went against everything Grams had taught her about witchcraft. Not that she had much of a choice; Klaus had begun attacking Tyler’s body while he was inside it, and he would have killed him if Bonnie didn’t put him back. But the witches didn’t care about that, and they killed her Grams. Well, they did something to her. Not killing, because she was already dead, something worse. Something horrible. Bonnie allowed sobs to take over her body, and she convulsed on the couch and wailed until the sounds echoed and reverberated against the walls of her house.
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