I Own Nothing.
Damon had never been one for love. He would usually date the girl long enough for blood supply and then when he was done with her, throw her away. By either killing her or compelling her. But with that statement, there are two problems. One: Damon was falling for this person, and falling hard. Damon could never get them out of his head. Everything he thought of ended with thinking of Dean. The second problem is...if you haven't noticed... Dean is a man.
Damon often thought that he was lonely. Craving attention that no one ever showed him. He often thought that this was why he felt affection for Dean. Then on other days he thought the reason he had affection for Dean was because he loved him. Not just saying the words love, but actually meaning of what is being said. Even though Dean was a hunter and killed vampires for his job...Damon couldn't get him out of his head.
Damon's younger brother Stefan walked in the room with the moonstone.
"Here." He said tossing the stone to Damon.
"Why do we need this for?'' Damon asked shoving it in his pocket and raising an eybrow.
''We need it, because he is going to help us break the curse, and permanently kill Katherine.'' Stefan said prancing over to the balcony and stepping out.
''Ok. So who is this 'he' ?'' Damon asked waving his hands by his side. Stefan looked to the door of the room.
''Come join us.'' Stefan motioned to the door. Damon walked into Stefan's room. He drop gracefully onto Stefan's bed and arched an eyebrow at Stefan. He was anxious to see who the mystery man was.
Damon saw a slim, toned and muscler body step into the room.
''Shit!'' Damon thought as he realized it was Dean.
Stefan walked over and patted Dean on the back while shaking his hand.
''Hello Damon.'' Dean said in a husky but smooth tone. The tone quickly sent Damon's emotions into a frenzy of lust, desire, wanting and love. Damon quickly pushed all of his feelings back down. Unataching his eyes from Dean's body.
"Hi Dean. Quick question. Why... is he helping us if he hunts vampires and why aren't you trying to shove a stake through our hearts?'' he asked with a quirky smirk.
Dean chuckled as he chose a seat next to Damon on the bed. Making Damon shiver at the stern hand that touched his shoulder.
"Damon. I have my reasons for helping you with this. As for not killing the both of you. You guys are my friends. Which you should be damn proud of. I could kill you sons a bitches in a heartbeat.'' Dean said while giving his own quirky smirk. Damon felt very comforted to know he had a friend other than Alaric.
"And what are these reasons?'' Damon asked standing up at the same time as Dean. So that they were now touching there noses together on accident. Dean raked his eyes slowly up Damon's long legs, over his toned stomach and chest cover with a black button up shirt, up his slender neck and over the contours of his nicely defined face then he paused at his crystal blue eyes.
"You'll see soon enough my friend.'' Dean said with a side ways smirk as he turned and walked out the door.
The next day Damon strolled downstairs into the living room for a drink. Coming through the door he saw the silhouette of someone laying on the couch. As Damon walked closer to the liquor cabinet he saw that it was Dean. Dean was asleep. Damon walked around to the front of the couch and looked down at Dean. Damon smiled as he noticed Dean's picture perfect lips. He bent down and with one finger traced Dean's lips. They were soft and beautiful. Dean gave a twitch and began waking up, Damon used his vampire speed to run back up stairs into his room.
Dean rose up to sit on the edge of the couch. Using his finger to trace his lips, he smiled knowing what was going on.
"Damon.'' Dean whispered to himself while smiling.
He stood up walking to the liquor cabinet. Taking Damon's drink. Dean finished it and layed back down on the couch. Still tracing his finger across his lips. Dean couldn't sleep so he stood from his laying position on the couch and walked up the stairs to Damon's room. Before stepping in Dean made sure Damon was sleeping. As his foot crossed the threshold Damon's eyes shot open. Dean walked over to the nightstand and grabbed a pen.
''Sorry Damon. I uhh, needed to borrow a pen. I couldn't find one downstairs. Sorry to wake you.'' Dean mumbled.
''Oh, it's fine Dean. You didn't wake me. I knew you were outside the door the hole time.'' Damon said with a smirk hugging a pillow. Dean's face turned a dark red as he walked out the door closing it behind him. Damon turned over on his side and fell asleep thinking of Dean. Dean on the other hand escorted himself out of the house and into the forest. For an evening walk.
A/N: Okay I hope you guys like it. Review and tell me what you think.