Adult-FanFiction.org : Television / Streaming

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.

Chapter List
- 12
- 13
- 14
Elena pulled up in front of her house, anxious and excited to introduce Dean to a place so close to her heart. It was her childhood home; it had been filled with wonderful memories, though lately it was haunted with more and more death. She gestured for Dean to follow her up to the door and saw him gazing up at her house, clearly impressed.
“What?” she asked.
“Nothing,” he said. “It’s just—this place has everything but a white picket fence.”
Elena smiled at that, fumbling for her house keys. “Maybe it used to,” she agreed. “Not anymore, though.”
“And why is that?” Dean asked, peering at her curiously.
Elena turned the key in the lock, avoiding both his eyes and his question. “Come on in,” she invited.
Dean followed, looking around the house at the family pictures, the rugs and furniture. He’d investigated enough houses in his time to know that the place a person lives can tell their story.
“Is this your parents’ place?” he asked nervously, his gaze moving over some family pictures.
“It used to be,” Elena said, beginning to climb the stairs.
Dean followed eagerly. He felt like he was exploring a new part of her life, and it was exhilarating. She led him into her bedroom. It was bright, hopeful—everything a young woman should be. But she didn’t quite seem to match it, from what he’d gathered from her general evasiveness. She constantly gave him incomplete answers and hinted at things he couldn’t guess at. She was leaning against her bed, crossing her arms. She seemed forlorn, like she had too many worries, had seen too much. In that, she wasn’t much unlike himself, but she was so good. She oozed kindness and innocence.
“Elena,” he said softly. Looking at her face like that, the fretful furrow of her brow and distant look in her eyes, he suddenly knew that he wanted nothing more in that moment than to see her smile. He needed her to be happy. She was so pure, and on the verge of corruption. For him, it was too late; he’d taken too many lives to ever hope to change. But it didn’t have to be too late for her.
She looked up at him. He was approaching her, letting the door close behind him. He stroked her cheek softly. “I’m sorry,” she said, though she didn’t know what she was apologizing for. “I just have a lot on my mind.”
Dean sat next to her on the bed, looking over at her sadly. She was so complicated. He didn’t know how to make her happy. He knew how to kill things, not soothe raging emotions and worries. “What is it?”
“I don’t know,” Elena said honestly. “Everything, I guess. Damon. Bonnie. All of it. Do you ever wonder how you’ve gone so long without totally losing it?”
“Every day,” he confessed. “You should take your mind off it every once in a while.”
“How am I supposed to do that?” she asked, looking at him and dropping her arms to rest on the bed.
“I might have a few ideas,” Dean said suggestively, tucking her hair behind her ear. He leaned in to kiss her, and she responded eagerly, returning his kiss. She lifted her hand to his face, moving over his ear, and dragged her leg across him to sit on his lap. He let his arms fall down around the small of her back as he tilted his head back to allow her tongue to caress the inside of his mouth.
Her shimmering dark hair fell from her ear and fell over his eye. He kissed her desperately, nipping at her lower lip a little. His dick was beginning to harden, feeling her body against him as she straddled him. She pushed him down onto his back on her bed. She sat up and threw her hair back to pull off her blue sweater, and he grinned as he took off his own shirt. She collapsed back down onto him and pressed her lips into the anti-possession tattoo on his chest. The unfamiliar design intrigued her, and she traced the five points of the star with her tongue. Dean’s strong hands rubbed over her back, and she worked her way upward to gingerly kiss the hollow above his clavicle. He gasped and flipped her over, kissing and biting her neck as he slipped his hands over her navel and waist.
“Elena!” Jeremy called from downstairs.
She sat up abruptly, pushing Dean off of her. She hurriedly pulled on her sweater and straightened her messy hair in the mirror. “Wait here,” she said firmly to Dean, pointing her finger at him. When she was satisfied that she had gotten her point across, she pranced down the stairs.
Elena stopped herself abruptly, shocked. She drew in a nervous breath, bracing herself.
"Hi,” Stefan said. He was standing at the base of the stairs, smiling warmly at her.
“Hey,” she replied hesitantly. She’d been a bit harsh last time he’d come by, and she didn’t know whether she wanted to apologize or fly right back into the same rage. But she knew she wouldn’t do either. She was a bit annoyed with him at the moment, but that didn’t change the undeniable fact that she still loved him. It would take longer than a few days for that to change. Maybe it never would. All she knew was that she needed at least a little while apart from him, just to get her head together if nothing else.
“Do you want to talk in your room?” he asked.
“No, let’s just talk here,” Elena said quickly. Her eyes flicked guiltily up the stairs towards where her secret candy lay waiting.
“Okay,” Stefan agreed. “I spoke to Bonnie.”
“You talked to her?” Elena cried, hopeful that maybe her worries were completely unfounded.
“A few days ago, yeah,” he said. “Why? Is something wrong?”
“Jeremy says she’s missing,” she told him.
“What?” Stefan asked, alarmed. “What happened?”
“I don’t know,” Elena told him. “I sent Damon over to check on her.”
“You sent Damon,” Stefan said quietly.
“Yeah,” Elena said. She was getting a bit tired of his jealousy. It was exhausting to watch him try to keep her from Damon. She would make her choice when she did. Until then, he would just have to be patient. But now, there might be a third option right above them, and that changed everything.
“Oh,” Stefan said quietly.
“What did she say, Stefan?” Elena tried to bring him back to their conversation.
“She said that there might be a way we could kill Alaric,” Stefan said slowly.
“What?” Elena exclaimed. “What is it?”
“It’s risky,” Stefan said, turning away from her.
“Stefan!” Elena grabbed his shoulder to turn him back towards her. “Tell me.”
“She said we would have to kill you,” he said quietly. “Only for a minute, but it’s risky. You might not come back.”
“What?” Elena stuttered.
“It needs to be your choice,” Stefan said.
“Thank you,” she said earnestly. That had always been what she loved about Stefan. He always gave her a choice, no matter what. Even now, when she was still mad at him for being too protective of her, she was touched that he was giving her a choice. She knew Damon would instantly reject this idea, but Stefan was bringing it to her first.
“You know I’d never force you into anything,” Stefan told her, and she nodded. “Think about it,” he told her, and then he was gone. She stumbled over and sat on the bottom step. How was she supposed to make a choice like that? She would be risking her life just to risk millions more at the hands of all the vampires she would allow to live. But at the same time, she would be saving everyone she loved. And that meant that it wasn’t really a choice. She had to do it. There was no other way.
At the top of the staircase, Dean let out a deep sigh. Once again, he’d been eavesdropping on Elena’s conversation. He knew he shouldn’t listen, but he reminded himself that he was researching a possible case. As it turned out, it had been worth it. The situation was worse than he’d suspected. Yes, there was definitely a case in this town, and Elena was definitely tangled up in it.
He shook his head, going through the conversation he’d just witnessed in his head again. If he wasn’t mistaken, Elena had just been asked to sacrifice her own life in an attempt to kill someone. From her posture on the bottom step of the staircase, she was considering it. He resisted the urge to run down there and shake her, yelling at her to snap out of it. She couldn’t actually be willing to kill herself in order to take another life, of all things.
Dean had done more than his share of sacrificing, but “Alaric,” whoever he was, had better be pretty nasty to be worth suicide. But if he’d learned one thing in all his years of hunting, it was not to go into a situation blind. He needed to do some research before confronting Elena outright. For the moment, he would have to be content with waiting in her bedroom for her to sort through her emotions, playing dumb in the company of her teddy bear.

Damon lifted a fist to knock on Bonnie’s door. “Hello?” he called, tilting his head in a futile attempt to peer in through a window. “Bonnie?”
A few moments later, he heard shuffling, and Bonnie appeared at the door dressed in pajamas. Her face was puffy and red. “Damon,” she greeted him through the screen door.
“What happened?” Damon asked, trying to be sensitive.
“Why do you even care?” Bonnie asked.
“I don’t know, Bonnie,” he said. “Maybe I’m just a nice guy.”
“You’re not fooling anyone,” Bonnie told him, beginning to close the door.
“Wait!” Damon stopped her. “Where have you been? Elena says Jeremy has been looking for you.”
“Elena sent you?” Bonnie asked.
“I don’t get ‘sent,’” Damon objected. “She suggested that I should stop by. So, where were you?”
“Why would I tell you anything?” Bonnie asked.
“Woah, easy,” Damon tried to calm her, spreading his hands. “No need to get all secretive on me.”
“I did something bad,” Bonnie told him simply. “The witches took it out on my Grams.”
“Something bad like…?” Damon prompted.
“Black magic, Damon,” Bonnie said. “That’s the reason you’re alive right now.”
“What?” Damon demanded, widening his bright blue eyes. “Are you talking about Klaus? What did you do, Bonnie?”
Bonnie sighed, seeing that there was no way out of telling Damon the truth. She remembered Klaus’s warning not to tell anyone that he was alive, but there was no alternative at this point. “I saved him,” she admitted, glancing at the floor. “I had to.”
“Then why is Tyler still dead?” he asked, his gaze darting around as he considered possible answers to his question before settling back on Bonnie’s eyes.
“Tyler’s fine,” Bonnie assured him with a dismissive shake of her head. “You know you can’t tell Elena any of this.”
“Of course,” Damon agreed. “It wouldn’t exactly be the first time I kept something from her.”
“Good,” Bonnie said with a satisfied nod. “Now, I’m going to get back to saving you again, though you don’t deserve it.”
“Saving me from what?” he asked.
“Why don’t you ask your brother?” Bonnie suggested before closing the door and leaving Damon stranded with more questions than answers.
- 12
- 13
- 14
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

In the Dark