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In the Dark	By : jensencat Category: Supernatural > Crossovers Views: 1622 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dean let out a deep sigh, looking down on Elena’s sleeping figure. She looked so peaceful, her chest rising and falling with her even breathing as she lay motionless, her straight dark hair spread out around her head. He stroked her cheek with his hand, taking advantage of the rare opportunity to watch her while she was vulnerable. She was so beautiful.
It was true. Everything he’d suspected, and so much more. He felt his heart pinching in his chest. He hadn’t realized until then how much he cared for the young woman lying before him. When they first met, he thought she would just be another girl on his long list of desperate bimbos, but they’d had an undeniable connection from the start. Somewhere along the way, she got under his skin, and he couldn’t shake her.
He’d always known she was keeping something from him; she made cryptic comments and dropped tiny hints here and there, but he hadn’t been prepared for the truth. It was worse than he’d feared. One perfect tear slipped from his eye, and his lower lip quivered a bit.
He turned away and left the bedroom, descending the stairs quickly and slipping out of the front door. Cool air filled his lungs, and the stars hung bright in the sky. Dean patted the makeshift stake in his pocket, a chair leg whittled hastily with a kitchen knife. Not exactly the ideal weapon, but it would have to do. It would certainly be effective enough when he plunged it through the heart of the dark haired immortal Elena seemed to be so inexplicably partial to.

Damon threw a dart and winced as it landed three inches off target. He never had been any good with darts. His mind drifted back to the last time Stefan had beaten him at this game. How different he had been back then. So naïve, so obsessed with the idea of saving Katherine. He’d wasted a century and a half loving her. Really, the best part of his pathetic existence was the time after Elena came into the picture. A dead ringer for his first love, but the only one who ever saw him as more than a toy to play with. But she was playing with him. History was repeating, only he knew in his undead heart that she would make the choice Katherine couldn’t be bothered with.
“You haven’t gotten any better since we last played,” Stefan chided.
“And you’re just as good as you always have been,” Damon reminded him, collecting the darts from the board.
“It’s a finely honed skill,” Stefan explained with a superior grin as a dart flew from his fingers, landing right in the bull’s eye.
“I can see that,” Damon commented, nodding towards the evidence of Stefan’s perfect throw. “You have clearly spent too much time perfecting that.”
“Well, time isn’t too precious when you’re immortal,” he pointed out. “But you know that.”
“Yes,” Damon agreed, tipping back his glass of bourbon. “Yes, I do.”
“So, what are we doing here, Damon?” Stefan asked, looking over at his brother with a raised eyebrow as another dart landed right beside the last.
“I don’t know, Stefan,” Damon drawled. “Having some fun. I know you’re not all that familiar with the concept, since you’re always brooding.” He tossed Stefan a sarcastic yet pointed look, marked with a raise of his eyebrow and a movement in the side of his mouth.
“Really, Damon,” Stefan insisted, turning his head towards him. “I know you didn’t bring me here just for some brotherly bonding.”
He sighed. He had hoped to warm Stefan up a little more, but premature was better than not at all. “What happened with Bonnie?”
“You’re going to have to be a little more specific than that,” Stefan said, tossing the dart an inch away from the other two.
Damon narrowed his eyes, knowing from Stefan’s faltering skill that he knew exactly what Damon was talking about. “How is she saving us?”
“Which time?” Stefan asked, watching Damon’s reaction carefully. He was curious as to whether his brother actually knew that was still alive. Bonnie had warned him before she went to the Mikaelson mansion to try to return the Original hybrid to his body, but he didn’t know if she’d even told anyone else that he was still alive. “You are clearly already aware of both.”
“What is she doing to try to save us now?” Damon prompted.
“She’s been trying to find a way to kill Alaric.” Stefan turned to Damon, forgetting the game.
“How?” Damon asked, admitting that he had no idea what he was talking about.
“She says she can’t do it with a spell because the spirits will interfere,” Stefan began. “But if she breaks the link between Elena and Alaric, he’ll die.”
“Breaks the link how?” Damon asked, instantly suspicious.
“She’s going to have to kill Elena,” Stefan said slowly.
“What?” Damon cried. “No! No way!”
“It’s the only way.” Stefan shook his head. “I don’t like it any more than you do, but we don’t exactly have a choice. Alaric is going to kill the Originals.”
“Then we will keep looking,” Damon snapped, pointing a finger at Stefan for dramatic effect. “We aren’t putting Elena in danger.” He stormed out of the Grill angrily. Knowing Elena, she was probably completely on board with this idiotic plan. God, his brother could be so rash and feckless sometimes. His good intentions would be entirely irrelevant when his utter stupidity got Elena killed.

Caroline pulled up in front of the Grill in Dean’s Impala. It was too late at night to bother Elena, but even if it wasn’t, she didn’t quite know what she would say. How did one go about asking a friend why they had the keys to a car belonging to the absent brother of a mysterious man who carried a knife, knew how to fight and was immune to her compulsion?
As if that wasn’t enough, Caroline had discovered somewhere along the way, when she was looking for a map, that the glove compartment contained a multitude of fake ids and a shitload of other crap she didn’t even want to wonder about. Intrigued, she had somehow thought that looking in the trunk would be a good idea. It turned out that only confused her further. It was full of various weapons. She found herself wondering what Elena had gotten tied up in.
Deciding to deal with Elena in the morning, Caroline figured it couldn’t hurt to stop by the Grill for a little while. When she walked in, she spotted a certain blonde Original leaning up against the bar. She sighed. So much for a relaxing way to blow off the stress of the day. Her eyes narrowed when she saw who she was talking to, and she eavesdropped shamelessly.
“I don’t know,” Rebekah was saying. “I just can’t believe he’s gone.”
“I know what it’s like to lose your family,” Matt told her, looking meaningfully into her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Rebekah said, looking down. “That’s awful.”
“It gets easier,” Matt promised her, and she nodded. “You just need to occupy yourself for a while.”
“And how do you suggest I do that?” Rebekah asked.
Caroline shook her head, appalled by their conversation. “Rebekah,” she said, approaching the bar.
“Caroline,” Rebekah tried to be cheery in her greeting, twisting around and stretching her glossy lips into a smile.
“Can I talk to you for a minute?” Caroline asked.
“Well, I’m just gonna head home,” Matt excused himself, seeing that Caroline wanted Rebekah alone.
“Bye!” Rebekah called after him as he left the Grill.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Caroline snapped when Matt was gone.
“What are you talking about?” Rebekah asked.
“Matt,” Caroline specified.
“What, are you jealous?” Rebekah laughed, leaning her back against the bar.
“Are you crazy?” Caroline snapped, slamming her hand onto the wood. “Matt is my friend, and you need to stay away from him.”
Rebekah scoffed, clearly offended, and haughtily walked away. Caroline shook her head and left the Grill. She was tired of dealing with Rebekah’s bullshit. She opened the door and stepped out into the frosty air, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in the side of her neck. She lost consciousness and fell to the ground with a thud.

Elena woke up, somehow sensing disturbance though there was no tangible sign of any. She slipped out of her bed and went into the hallway. “Jer?” she called her brother softly, padding down the stairs in her pajamas to see what had pulled her from her sleeping state. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and she jumped in alarm. She approached the door cautiously and opened it, poking her head out slightly. She relaxed when she saw the identity of her late night visitor.
“Stefan,” she said, relieved. “Come in.” She stepped aside to allow him to pass her.
“Have you thought at all about what we talked about?” Stefan asked seriously, completely bypassing any small talk. Now that Damon knew about the possibility, he would try to talk Elena out of it. He needed to know where she stood before Damon got the chance to influence her decision.
“You mean the way that you said we could kill Alaric,” Elena assumed, closing the door.
Stefan turned to face her and slipped his fingers into his pockets, nodding.
“I have,” she told him, stepping closer. “And I’m going to do it. I have to. If I don’t, and he kills the Originals, then you and Damon and all the vampires I care about will be dead. You know I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I let that happen.”
“You wouldn’t be letting anything happen,” Stefan reminded Elena. “It wouldn’t be your fault. We still have time; Bonnie is looking for another way.”
“Well, what if she doesn’t find one?” Elena asked, throwing her hands up. “You could die. I would rather risk myself than give Alaric a chance to make that happen.”
“Okay,” Stefan said, respecting her decision. This wasn’t his choice. It was about Elena, so it was her call. “Damon will try to stop you,” he pointed out.
“This is my decision,” Elena said. “Damon can’t stop me. I’m doing this to save him—to save all of you.”
“Yeah, I know,” Stefan said softly. “Just try to play nice with him. You know he can…overreact, when it comes to your safety.”
“I know,” Elena told him. “But it doesn’t matter. I don’t need his permission to do anything.”
“Of course you don’t,” Stefan agreed. “But the last time he thought you were being reckless, he threw you in a lake.”
“He’s not going to handle this well,” Elena agreed, shaking her head and looking down.
“Why don’t we talk to him about it together?” Stefan suggested.
“What, now?” Elena asked.
“It doesn’t have to be now,” Stefan nodded at her pajamas.
“No, it’s probably better to get it over with,” Elena said. “Knowing him, he’ll probably drop by in the morning to try to reason with me.”
“Are you sure?” Stefan asked.
“Completely,” Elena assured him. “Just give me a minute to get some clothes on, and we can go.”
Stefan nodded, and she jogged up the stairs, her bare feet making almost no noise against the finished wood. Realizing that she had no idea where Dean had decided to crash for the night, she glanced around, peeking into Jenna’s bedroom. But he was nowhere to be found. Narrowing her eyes, she figured she would find him later. It would probably better if he didn’t know about her late night outing, anyway. It would raise too many questions that she couldn’t answer.
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