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Author's Note: I do not use a beta, so please excuse any grammatical and spelling mistakes.

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The mirror reflected her blonde hair, pale skin, and even paler eyebrows. The skin that every morning she dusted light bronzer on, the eyebrows that every morning she lined with a light brown pencil. And she was tired. Tired of the same routine every morning, of the ugly ring around her left index finger, of the blood she drank from the bags in her cooler.

It was seven years since Caroline had become a vampire, six since she had graduated from high school. Like Elena and Matt, she had gone to college, graduating with a major that she knew she hardly would ever use. Unlike Elena and Matt, however, she hadn't moved on with her life. While Matt had moved away and gotten a job and Elena had gone globe-trotting with the Salvatore brothers, Caroline had remained in Mystic Falls, stuck at the age of seventeen.

But Caroline didn't have to stay in Mystic Falls. Klaus, long ago, had invited her to visit him in New Orleans, as he appeared on her doorstep and bid her goodbye. She had forever and a day. And maybe it was time to take forever around the world.

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Dean groaned as he ran a hand through his hair and looked at his reflection in the mirror of the motel room that didn't belong to him. His hair was still damp from his shower that had washed away the literal blood on his hands. His stubble, shaved only moments ago, was already coming back. And he was tired of this life. The life of a hunter. Solving supernatural mysteries, killed creatures determined to bring on hell. He knew Sammy had been tired too- that's why he had left for college. And while Dean secretly envied his brother, he could never admit that for once, he wanted to stop this lifestyle.

It was twenty-two years since his mother had been murdered, killed, by some wretched creature. Some wretched creature he had never found. Maybe it was time to take a break. He couldn't contemplate leaving the family business forever, but a break would certainly be appreciated.

Dean didn't really have a home now. So what was keeping him in Kansas? Florida, with its warm weather and beautiful girls on the beach, sounded like an excellent place to take a vacation. Deep down, Dean knew that wherever he went, monsters followed. He wouldn't be in Florida long before supernatural presences made themselves known.

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Virginia, this time of year, was just starting to cool down. The trees were just beginning to change color, and the air was growing cold. Caroline pulled her navy cashmere scarf over her nose, shivering from the cold. Although her cream knit sweater tunic and black wool trench coat were plenty warm, her black leggings were not exactly the best idea. Her black heeled boots were also not smart, as it had rained the night before, and the road to the Sheriff's office was slick.

"Good morning, Caroline. Here to see your mother?" Caroline nodded in response to the Deputy Sheriff as he passed by.

"I'll let her know."

"Thanks."

Caroline didn't bother to sit down in the leather chairs of the lobby, instead pacing in a small line, back and forth.

"Caroline? She'll see you now." The Deputy opened the door for her, and she smiled in appreciation.

"I'm really busy, Caroline, you can have five minutes." Sheriff Liz Forbes didn't even look up at her daughter's entrance, scribbling away at a thick stack of paperwork.

Caroline sat down and watched her mother make her way through two more packets of paper in a matter of moments. She wasn't really sure how to tell her mother her plans, so she sat and watched her mother scratch away.

After a few more packets, the Sheriff finally looked up, an expectant look on her face. "Caroline? You wanted to talk?"

Caroline had to shake her head a little to clear it, to remember why she was here. After realizing, she sat up straighter and clasped her hands primly in her lap.

Not knowing the best way to break it to her mother gently, she spit it out. "I'm leaving, Mom. I'm moving out."

Liz barely blinked. "Great, Caroline. Have you got a place?"

Caroline tilted her head so that one eye was farther away from her mom than the other. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"

The Sheriff shrugged. "Yes, you're moving out. You're growing up. That's what people do. You went away to college, now you're moving out for good."

"Mom. I'm not just leaving our house. I'm leaving Mystic Falls."

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"Morning, Dad."

John Winchester barely gave his son a grunt, more concentrated on the pictures and papers in front of him.

Dean rolled his eyes at his father's frame, bent over, taking inventory of his precious weapons. He grabbed the whistling coffeepot and a mug, dumping the last dregs into his mug. He swigged the entire contents, only to regret it later, as the coffee was burnt, something only his father managed to do.

"Jericho looks like our next stop, Dean. Something strange is going on there. Something about that bridge." John didn't look up, still pawing through the newspaper clippings and pictures of people likely victims of supernatural events.

"Dad." Dean hesitated. He had been in the business so long; he didn't know how to tell his dad he wanted out. Well, not out really, just a break. "I've been meaning to talk to you about that."

"Oh?" John Winchester faced his elder son. "What do you think? A vengeful spirit, or a wraith? Or something else?"

Dean furrowed his brow for a moment, confused, before sighing and shaking his head. "No, Dad, that's not what I meant."

"Yeah, I didn't think so either. It just doesn't add up." John went back to his papers, squinting.

Dean ran a hand through his hair, exasperated. He opened his mouth to speak, before biting his lip and rethinking what he was going to say. "Dad?"

His father didn't even grunt this time, not so much as a flinch to acknowledge his son.

Dean tried again. "Dad!"

Still nothing.

"Dad! I'm leaving. I'm going. I'm out." He said that quite loudly, only to bite his lip as soon as the words left his mouth.

This time, John faced him, eyes reproachfully scanning his body. "Humph."

"What?" Dean raised his right eyebrow so high it was in danger of mating with his hairline. He certainly was not expecting a grunt from his Dad. When Sam had left for college, the scene had been much more pronounced.

John Winchester said nothing, his gaze becoming more and more distant, as if he had already forgotten his son and was moving on to the case again.

"Dad, it's just a break. I think I'm just going to sit this one out. I'll catch up with you in a few weeks, though, okay?" Dean said those words cautiously, almost afraid his father couldn't take both his sons abandoning him.

"Dad?" Dean was becoming steadily more concerned as his father refused to say anything.

After a few moments, John shook his head and released a long breath of air. "I get it Dean. I've forced you and Sam into this. I knew it was going to happen sooner or later."

"Now wait a second Dad, I'm not running away to college. Just taking a break for a few weeks." Dean shifted his weight forward to enunciated his words.

John Winchester laughed, a laugh that was so out of character that Dean took a step back, utterly confused by his father's behavior.

"How do I know that, Dean? Sam went to college and met a nice girl. He'll settle down and forget the salt and silver bullets. You'll go take a break, meet a girl, marry her, divorce her, marry another one, settle down, and never think of holy water or pentagrams again. But that's okay Dean, you know that? Because I'm fighting for my wife, your mother. I'm fighting to kill the bastard that killed her. It's not your problem. Hell, you probably don't even remember her. It's much safer for you to move on, and I want you to be safe. So go. Go take a break. Find a place to settle down. But promise me, Dean, that you won't forget the salt and silver bullets. Because even if you try to forget the supernatural, it will never forget you."

Dean Winchester wanted to laugh and cry and scream. He wanted to tell his father that he remembered his mother, every day, and wanted to avenge her every day. He wanted to tell his father he would never forget the salt and silver bullets, the holy water and pentagrams. He wanted to tell his father that he would never forget the supernatural. But he realized this was his father's way of saying that he loved him, and he would take it as such. So he only sighed and nodded, thinking of all the things he would never, ever, forget.

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