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In the Dark	By : jensencat Category: Supernatural > Crossovers Views: 1622 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Elena was lying on her bed, staring up at the ceiling and thinking about the past few days. She liked the stillness, liked letting her thoughts wander with random direction. She missed having the time to just do nothing. Lately, her life had been a continuous nightmare full of death and destruction. Not that there weren’t good parts, but she rarely had the time to stop and smell the roses.
She’d been pretty antisocial since the gathering at her house. Stefan had stopped by once to check up on her, but she’d sent him away, shouting at him that he worried about her too much and she could take care of herself. Stefan had always looked after her and respected her choices. Of course, it was heartwarmingly sweet, but sometimes it was a bit too much, and she’d been uncharacteristically irritable lately.
Finally, after putting it off for as long as her kind, loving demeanor would allow, she had called Matt and apologized to him for her outburst in the motel. He was really great about it, insisting that he had been out of line, not her, and telling her not to worry about it. Matt had always been like that. Laid back, sweet, caring, always putting everyone else first. He was truly the perfect friend.
Jeremy had been worried about Bonnie, leaving countless messages on her voicemail and stopping by her house. Elena had tried to assure him that Bonnie was probably fine, but after a while it started getting to her as well. She called Caroline, but she got no answer there either. She hoped her two closest friends were together somewhere, but if they didn’t turn up in a day she would start to really worry.
The one person who hadn’t been around was Damon. She’d been avoiding him, though she didn’t quite know why. Maybe she was worried that he was right about what he’d told her after Caroline ran out of the house. That she’d become insensitive to the deaths by necessity because if she didn’t she would never be able to smile, and she would become a depressing cycle of grief and tears until she withered away into nothing.
But Elena didn’t want to be that cold. Like Stefan, she wanted to feel every second of grief because that was what separated her from monsters like Klaus. It terrified her that she was capable of celebrating life in the midst of death. She couldn’t be around Damon, because part of her knew that he was right. She just couldn’t admit it.
The ring of her phone pulled her from her reverie. She scrambled up and stumbled over to retrieve her phone from her dresser. It was an unknown number. “Hello?” she answered.
“Elena,” said the husky voice on the other end of the line. “It’s Dean.”
“Oh,” she tucked some stray hair behind her ear and leaned on the dresser. “Hi.”
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he slurred.
“Are you okay?” Elena asked, concerned.
“Yes,” he assured her. “No. I don’t know. This is wrong. I found my brother, and it just isn’t like it used to be. He’s different. I’m different. It isn’t working anymore.”
“Okay, where are you?” she asked. He didn’t sound too good. She could tell that he’d been drinking, and she didn’t want him to get into more trouble than he was obviously in already.
“Hell if I know,” he said. “Some motel somewhere.”
“Tell me where you are, Dean,” Elena ordered him. “Let me come get you.”
A few hours later, Elena had talked Dean through the complicated process of determining his location and picked him up in her SUV.
During the long drive back to Mystic Falls, Elena tried to find out as much as she could about his recent whereabouts, but she didn’t get very far. All he would say is that Sam “quit” and everything changed. She figured she would be able to get a better explanation the next day, when Dean wasn’t intoxicated.

Dean moaned, rubbing his throbbing head. He wondered absently where he was.
“Good to see you’re finally awake,” a bright voice rang out, focusing Dean’s sleepy consciousness. He opened his eyes halfway and tensed up in an uncomfortable attempt at a stretch. “I made you some coffee.”
“Where am I?” Dean mumbled, looking around. He was lying in the softest bed he’d ever felt. It was like being engulfed by a sea of clouds, the mattress settling around him to match the form of his body without sagging at all. It was nothing like the motels he’d spent most of his life moving between. He accepted a hot mug from the beautiful brunette standing above him with a warm smile and took a delicious sip. “Thank you.”
“I brought you here last night,” she said softly, sitting gently on the bed beside him. “You called me from a motel in the middle of nowhere, and I went to pick you up.”
“Oh,” Dean moaned, sitting up in the bed and waking up a little bit. “I’m sorry about that. I shouldn’t have called you.”
“No, don’t worry about it,” Elena told him. “You needed help.”
“When have I ever not needed help?” Dean said dryly, beginning to massage his temple with one hand.
“I know what that’s like,” Elena said. “But, whatever it is, you’ll pull through. Somehow, you will.”
“Tell me something, Elena,” Dean said, ceasing the circular motions his right hand was making against his head and looking up into her eyes. “Why do you even care about my problems? You don’t know me.”
“I guess you remind me of myself,” Elena dropped her eyes. She was almost whispering. “I don’t know why. I just want to help you.”
“That’s more than anyone else can say,” Dean admitted, studying her soft face. Yes, she seemed just as pure and innocent as he remembered. He raised his hand to her cheek, caressing it gently under his calloused fingers. She met his green gaze with surprised eyes. She was intrigued by him. She knew nothing about him, but she somehow felt that she could trust him. He made her feel inexplicably safe, like she could sit there with him for eternity and it would be okay. She forgot about Alaric, about Tyler, about Stefan and Damon, intoxicated by his presence.
She felt his lips on her own, gently pressing into them, expectant, waiting patiently for her to respond. The kiss wasn’t driven by the needy, desperate desire that had dominated him when they first met. Instead, it was raw, full of emotion and vulnerability. Elena returned the same open, honest kiss, and she allowed her eyes to close. Her lips parted slightly and pressed into his as her head tilted only slightly to the side.
Dean moved his hand over her cheek to tangle his fingers in her soft, thick hair, and her tongue slipped into his mouth. He reached around her to set the hot mug of coffee he was still holding on a bedside table. He slid his newly freed hand around the small of her back to pull her closer to him. Her arms slid up over his shoulders, and he worked his hand further into her shimmery smooth hair.
Dean flicked his tongue around Elena’s, tasting vanilla and strawberries. He moaned slightly at the sweetness, savoring it for a moment. He was made aware that he was entirely naked under the sheets except for his boxer briefs when Elena’s hands ran over his bare back. That realization excited him, and he released Elena’s back to unzip her black hoodie. He did so excruciatingly slowly, dragging the metal zipper down the front of her body, lingering over her breasts and sliding down to her navel.
He pulled his other hand free from her now ruffled hair so he could push her hoodie over her shoulders and slide it down over her arms, allowing it to fall silently to the floor. Her hands slipped up over his smooth skin, and she clutched his head. He closed his eyes happily. He was entirely in his element. He dominated her mouth with his tongue, molding the shape of her lips with fevered passion.
He lifted her up and deposited her on the bed so she was lying under him, gazing up at him with excited anticipation. He quickly dropped his hands to her waist to slide her blue Henley up over her head. Supporting his weight on his elbows on either side of Elena’s head to minimize the amount of pressure he was putting on her, he swooped down to kiss her neck. Her eyes closed in bliss, and she wrapped her arms around his waist to appreciate the feel of his muscular build under her fingers.
Dean playfully nibbled at her earlobe as his left hand lightly slid over the sensitive area above her hip, and she suppressed a giggle only slightly successfully. The fingers of his other hand delicately traced her clavicle, sending sensational tingles down her spine. There was nothing hurried about his movements, only a relaxed calm that put them in a perfect, peaceful bubble away from the world.
He dragged his lips back over to her mouth to kiss her softly as he inserted one bare bow leg in the nook of her jean clad knee to guide open her legs. “Dean,” Elena whispered against his lips. She’d meant for it to sound like a warning, but it came off more like a pleasured moan. She wanted to tell him that they shouldn’t be doing this, that it was really the wrong place and the wrong time, and that he should get off of her, but she made no move to do anything about it or move her hands from his back. Dean sucked on her lower lip, silencing her, and clamped down on it with his teeth hard enough to draw blood.
The metallic taste filled Elena’s mouth, but Dean lapped it up and dammed the blood flow with his tongue, looking mischievously up at her. Elena grinned, forgetting her previous worries. The hand that still remained on her hip found the button of her jeans and proceeded to undo it. Dean brushed against Elena’s upper lip, and his tongue danced around her mouth.
He then disappeared under the covers, pulling her jeans down over her legs as she giggled. He got them to her calves, and she kicked them over her ankles. His hands crept up her inner thighs, nearing her core. He touched her soft, wet panties and began moving in a steady, circular motion over her clit with his thumb, making Elena squirm.
Dean smiled and pushed the soaked fabric aside, resuming his circling as Elena’s squirming increased. Then, he slid his index finger over her slippery folds to her dripping entrance, and she mewled, pressing her hands into the bed as he worked his masterful magic.
Elena’s eyes flew open when she heard the creak of the door opening. She kicked Dean sharply under the covers, trying to signal him to be still. Wearing only a towel, Damon stepped into the room. He was holding a smaller towel which he was drying his hair with.
“Elena?” he asked. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh,” Elena said, trying to think of a plausible excuse. “I got locked out last night, and I didn’t want to bother Jeremy so I spent the night here. I figured you wouldn’t mind.”
“No, I don’t,” Damon muttered, gazing at her with his shining blue eyes. “You can come here anytime, Elena.” His gaze flicked to the floor, and he narrowed his eyes. “What’s your hoodie doing on the floor?” he asked.
“I dropped it,” Elena said quickly, pushing her hair behind her ear. Suddenly, she felt Dean’s tongue replacing his fingers, and a gasp escaped her mouth.
“Are you okay?” Damon asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Elena told him. “I just need to get some coffee.”
“Looks like you already did,” Damon nodded at the nearly full coffee mug on the bedside table.
“Right,” Elena said. “I’m just tired.”
“Okay,” Damon said, accepting her explanation.
“We do need to talk, though,” Elena said. “But we can save that for when you have more clothes on.”
Damon nodded. “Okay,” he said again before walking out of the room.
Dean sprang up from under the covers, an expression of bewilderment on his face. “What the hell was that?” he hissed. “Where are we?”
“Look, I’ll explain later,” Elena whispered. “For now, let’s get you out of here. First, you need to get dressed.” She slid off of the bed and beckoned for Dean to do the same.
“You’re the one who undressed me, so you’re going to have to give me my clothes back,” Dean smiled, standing and brushing his hand down her neck.
Elena shook her head and turned away from him to look in the bed for her jeans. “They’re in the top drawer on the left,” she told him as she spotted the denim in the white sheets.
Dean opened the drawer and pulled out his clothes, pausing to admire Elena as she pulled on her jeans and snatched up her hoodie from the floor.
“Get dressed!” Elena commanded, catching him looking at her, and he obeyed.
Once they were both fully clothed, Elena slipped quietly out of the room, promising Dean in hushed tones that she would retrieve him once she was sure he wouldn’t be caught. She didn’t want to have to explain his presence to Stefan and Damon. Dean was reluctant, but he obediently sat on the bed, hoping Elena would return quickly so he wouldn’t have to twiddle his thumbs for hours on end.
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