Writers note: Elena doesn't exist in this story. Katherine has the life of her (she did not steal it), Jeremy is her younger brother. Bonnie, Caroline and April are her friends. Katherine is human, Bonnie is dead. Katherine is in a relationship with Damon. (For now. ;D) She meets Dean Winchester and they become acquaintances. Jeremy also meets Dean after Katherine and invites him to their home, after taking it up with Katherine. Katherine and Jeremy's parents died in the car accident on Wickery Bridge. Stefan did not save her. She escaped on her own, and she pulled out both of her parents, but it was too late. Her aunt Jenna died the same way in the show, and Katherine blames herself everyday. Basically Katherine is not a bitch in this fanfiction. Although, she does still have an amazing attitude. I hope you like it.

I do not own SPN (Supernatural.) nor TVD (The Vampire Diaries.) even though I love them both so dearly.

Prologue:

"Come on, Sammy, pick up!"

Stranded on the side of the road was not the ideal place Dean Winchester wanted to be at the moment. With his car, '67 Chevy Impala, smoking from the hood on a deserted highway in the middle of a non-existent town on the map, he wasn't very happy. Growling, he ended the hundredth call to his younger brother, Sam. Placing the phone in his coat pocket.

After leaving Sam at the motel they were staying at to go look up some information on a case they were doing, Dean was in such a hurry that he never realized that the Check Engine Light was on his dash and now he wished he'd been more observant . Of course, at the most opportune time, Sam decided that he wasn't going to pick up his phone. He didn't have anyone else to call. Bobby was in Vermont, states away and there was no way he was going to get his wheel inhabited ass out of it to come save his.

"Well... I guess I have to leave you here, baby." He said quietly speaking to his car. With a sigh, he got out of the car, grabbing his duffel bag, getting into his trunk and taking two knives and two small guns, along with extra bullets just in case of emergency. After locking the car, he looked at his surroundings, trying to see where he should go find somewhere to sleep and a place to get some good, warm, apple pie. Deciding to go right, he followed the paved road that seemed to go forever. After what felt like a good hour, with no call from Sam, he reached a small bridge with a sign reading "Welcome to Mystic Falls."

'Why did that sound so familiar?' Dean thought to himself as he crossed the bridge, seeing house developments. Small little cookie cutter houses you'd see straight from one of those Martha Stewart magazines that were given in motels. The large porch with a bench swing and the perfect mowed lawn. It was almost sickening. It had to be around eleven, so most of the people in this town were probably asleep, so, Dean kept quiet as he passed the homes. Eventually, after the long walk through the neighborhood, he came across the town square, where it looked like all the teens were at. They were scattered across the grass in the park, chatting and looking up at the sky, mumbling incoherent things probably caused by the alcohol in their hands.

Dean spotted a small grill up ahead, with the lights still on and people coming in and out meaning they were open. He practically jogged across the park, catching a few stares from the drunk teens laying in the grass. That didn't matter to him at the moment. He needed food and some good beer. The first thing he realized is that the place was crowded, meaning this was one of the only restaurants in town, which hopefully meant the food was good. He walked up to the bar, setting his bag on the floor next to the chair and sat, looking at the back wall of alcohol.

Chattering and laughs were all Dean could hear, other that the sharp clicking sounds as the pool sticks hit the ball and the glasses clinking in the back room. A young teen approaching him caught his attention away from the old alcohol collection wall.

'Matt' was what his name tag read.

"Can I get you anything?" He asked, wiping his hands on a dish towel before tossing it over his shoulder.

Dean pursed his lips, looking at the back wall again before nodding. "Yeah, can I just get a beer? Make that two, and do you guys have any pie, or a Hardy Burger?" He asked, looking over at the kid.

Matt reached under the counter and materialized two beers and sat them in front of Dean. "We have both. Though, I wouldn't recommend the cherry pie. It's not exactly good. Apparently, it's the chef's grandma's special recipe." He rolled his eyes. "It tastes like stale feet."

Dean chuckled at the kids ending comment. "Alright. Well, how about a good burger and a slice of apple pie?" He said, taking a drink from the beer.

Matt nodded as he wrote it down on a note from his pocket. "Alright... I'll get that for you as soon as I can." He said before walking away to the other side of the bar. Dean sighed, grateful for the ice cold beer, sliding down his throat. He needed to work out more. You'd think that with his job, he'd be in better shape to walk a few miles. Nope. He felt as if he just ran a marathon. His legs were burning and his muscles were sore. That reminded him. He'd have to ask Matt if there were any motels in the tiny town. Swiveling around in his chair he looked around the small grill. Tacky tables and chairs were set around the lower half of the room, people inhabiting most of them. On the upper half were pool tables, with some air hockey and what looked like arcade games. He nodded in approval. Pretty impressive compared to most of the little towns him and Sam had seen. He pulled out his phone to see there were no calls or texts from his brother.

"Damn him..." Dean growled under his breath, shoving the phone back in his pocket.

Suddenly a large plate was placed in front of him, a monstrous burger with a small slice of steaming, crisp, brown apple pie on the side. Just looking at it made his mouth water.

"There you go, man. Eat up. You look exhausted. Long night?" Matt asked, a smirk on his lips.

Dean laughed, shaking his head. "No, I wish. Hey, so, are there any places I can stay tonight? Like a motel or something?" He asked as he stuffed his mouth with a chunk of the apple pie.

"Yeah, if you go to the side of City Hall, there's a little hotel. Kinda sketchy if you ask me. No one usually visits here. Where you from?" Matt asked curiously.

Dean quickly thought of a lie. "Colorado. Just passing through." He said, giving Matt a smirk.

Matt nodded. "That's awesome. Be happy that you've been places. I've never stepped foot out of this town." He mumbled, a hint of sadness in his voice.

"You'll get out of here eventually. Don't even worry about it." He laughed. This Matt guy reminded him of Sam. The innocent kid face, the sad look in his eyes. Quite pathetic, but it reminded him non the less.

"Hey, Matt, can I get some refills?" A feminine voice asked right next to him.

Turning to her, he barely caught himself from spitting his food out.

She was gorgeous. She has to be at least seventeen or eighteen. About 5'7", she had long brown curly hair that pushed over her shoulders, exposing her long neck and dark tan skin. He couldn't really see her eyes, but he could see she had eyelashes galore, the perfect amount of makeup to make them pop. She had a pair of black jeans on with a white frilly tank top.

'Oh God, boots. This girl wore boots.' He thought to himself.

He fixed his composure just as she looked at him, a polite smile on her lips. "Hi there. You're not from around her, are you?" She asked, her soft voice music to his ears, and his body got warm just as she sat down next to him.

He quickly swallowed before answering. "That obvious, huh?" He asked, trying too keep his facade on.

'Brown eyes. Dark brown eyes with little gold specks in them.' Dean thought to himself when his eyes met hers.

Brown eyes laughed. "Well, we don't get a lot of tourists to our town.. So, you're either lost or confused." She said, studying him.

Dean chuckled. "Well... Frankly, I'm lost. My car broke down about three miles off the border line. I just so happened to find this place." He informed her.

She was slightly surprised at his words. "You walked all the way here? That's crazy. You must be exhausted..." She said, concern written slightly on her face.

Dean shrugged, taking a swig of his beer. "A little. But I'll manage." He said, lifting his glass to salute to that.

Brown eyes seemed to be thinking for a moment, her mind elsewhere before she was distracted by Matt bringing back full drinks. "Thanks Matty." She said, giving him a friendly smile. That told Dean that they obviously knew each other more than just acquaintances.

She turned to him. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Stranger." She said jokingly, she had no idea what his name was. He laughed, "My name's Dean Winchester." He said, taking her hand and kissing the top of it, not losing eye contact with her. He knew hot to woo the ladies. It came naturally to him and by the sight of color rushing into Katherine's cheeks, he knew he had her. She smiled and blushed, biting her lip before her reply. "My name is Katherine Pierce." Dean smiled. "Alright, well, I guess I'll be seeing you around, Katherine." He chuckled. "I guess so." Katherine replied, smiling gently at him. His body grew warmer. Dean wondered how she could be so welcoming to a stranger, let alone someone that no one in this town knew.