Author's Note:
A little cross over I've been working on. It's between Supernatural & the Vampire Diaries [obviously]
Katherine might go out of character, considering I do not watch the television series. For those of you who have only watched the show and not read the books, go out and read them. They're a heck of a lot better ! Anyway, like I said, she can and probably will go out of character. The same goes for Sam, just not as much.
Reviews are welcomed!
For Supernatural:
This takes place sometime after the pilot episode and not quite before Season 2.
For Vampire Diaries:
It doesn't have a set anything.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the Vampire Diaries. If I did, would I be writing this right now?

Sam Winchester snuck out of the hotel he and his brother, Dean, were in. They were working on a case in Washington D.C. involving an angry spirit out for revenge. It seemed only days ago when his brother showed up on his doorstep informing him their father wasn't home from his hunting trip. They had yet to find him and were still following the coordinates he had given them, completing the jobs. Lately, the stress has been catching up to Sam. Earlier he had flipped out on Dean for no reason. When he had tried to leave afterwords Dean wouldn't let him although he had insisted he would return. Luckily Dean had fallen asleep early, at eight, tired from all of the driving. A few minutes later, Sam was on the road with the Impala. If Dean would wake up and see it gone he would go ballistic and kick Sam's butt. He chuckled at the thought.

Around 12:15 in the morning, Sam arrived in a city in Pennsylvania. What had brought him there he had no clue. Driving through the streets, he noticed how many people (and taxis) were out. Finding a bar, he parked.

As he walked in, he noticed all of the people there. Most were laughing and looking like they were having the time of their lives. Sam found a seat at the bar and ordered a beer. He downed it quick and was soon left with an empty glass.

"Want some more?" The young twenty-three year old bartender asked. Ever since he had arrived she had sent flirtatious smiles at hum but he managed to brush them off. He wasn't there to flirt. He wasn't his brother.

Rubbing a hand over his face he let out a sigh. The more time passed, the more empty the bar became. He then noticed someone new walking in the door. As she sauntered over, her curly brown hair bounced and her hips swayed. There was a mischievous gleam in her eyes. She sat down on the stool next to Sam. At first she didn't acknowledge him but after a few minutes passed she turned to Sam.

"Why hello." She purred.

He gave a tight smile in response. He didn't say anything, his shyness sticking.

"What brings an out of townee like you here?" She asked.

"How did you know I wasn't from here?"

Aha! She knew she would get him to talk. "Your eyes aren't glued to the TV. Any local wouldn't turn away until a commercial. Notice there isn't any on as of now."

"It's an old Pens game. Why watch it?"

She shrugged. "People from here do. Where are you from?" Curiosity now shone in her eyes.

"Florida." He lied.

"Florida?" She asked in disbelief. "Let me get this straight. You decide to leave gorgeous weather Florida for a horrible Pennsylvania where the weather goes from snow to rain and then the sun comes out all in one day?" Another nod. More disbelief. "You're crazy dude." She took a sip of her Pineapple Upside Down Cake.

He chuckled. "I've been told that a few times." His thoughts flickered to the past.

"Ghosts are real?" A young blond asked an eight year old Sam.

He nodded. "Yep. My dad has hunted a few of them before."

The little boy laughed. "You're crazy! It must run in the family because my sister says the same about your older brother, Dean."

"Really now?" The brown eyed girl was full in flirt mode. If she had to bat her eyelashes or give him a lap dance to get him to do it back, she would. She didn't understand why she wanted him.

"I believe I didn't catch your name, by the way."

"Sam. Sam Winchester."

"Like the gun?" She noticed the smile tugging at his lips.

"I'm Elena Gilbert. Nothing to compare that name to unless you count that goldfish on those commercials."

"Nice to meet you, Elena." He extended a hand which she shook.

Licking her lips, she was thrilled. She was not leaving this bar unless Sammy came with her.