A/N: Welcome all.

Welcome to Their Dirty Little Secret or TDLS.
This will be a crossover with Supernatural. Though I am lazy and cannot be bother posting it in the crossover section, because it will mainly focus on the events of Season 2 of the Vampire Diaries for the time being. I apologise in advance for any grammar, tense and spelling mistakes, this area of English I am not great at. So if you see any mistakes please let me know and I will try to fix them for the future chapters.

So this takes place during episode 7 of Season Two and onwards. Of Supernatural just before the Season Four final. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter and hope to see that you guys would be interested in more chapters. Until next time.

Xx

~ JFM ~

Somewhere in Chicago.

10:25pm

This shouldn't be happening not now, not ever. My head struck the wall. I patted around until I found the doorknob and turned it. Yanked and turned.

"No," I whispered, I tried using my powers to blast open the door, a flick of my wrists should have sent the door flying off of its hinges, but it was no use. "Please no," fingers ran through my hair. Warm breath touched my cheek. The air fogged up my glasses making the room harder to see than it was before. Hot wind whipped around me. The light flickered, this couldn't end well. Especially for me - I hate schools in the middle of the night.

"Sweet child," a voice whispered

"What is she?" another asked

"Witch" another giggled

"Are you sure?"

"Oh ... Angel, she's an archangel."

"What?" the first voice asked, I could feel more fingers comb through my shoulder length hair. They knew? How could they know? Well technically, I was part archangel. Part witch. Nephilim.

"How is that possible?"

"Half witch, half angel?" something laughed. Light. Airy. Too happy to be from the spirits that surrounded me.

"Are you sure this time?"

"I'm always sure," the second voice answered

"What have they done to her?" I could feel myself frown. What do they mean?

"Get away from her," I heard the spirit that was kind enough to help me say. "She's not yours, so shoo. All of you," I asked if these were some of the demons from the bottom of hell, though she merely said. "They are just the spirits that occupy the depths of hell. They can't manifest in this realm without a dead body…" she stopped short. We both looked towards the closet. Oh - right forgot about that. "Quickly," she said, "Send me back to the guard. If his corpse is being occupied they can't…" A thump sounded from the closet, then a low hiss. I slowly pulled myself up off of the ground, using the wall as a support. My wings hung limply behind me, they were doing me no good at this point. I hissed in pain as my right wing hit the wall. It was broken. I made myself limp towards the closet door as fast as I could, wings slowing me down. They're not as light as they look. But I wasn't quick enough.

Growls erupted from the closet as I slammed my hands on the door. Wings twitching as they spread out behind me to give me more strength. I heard a scratching, like nails on a chalkboard. The click of the doorknob. Oh no. I pushed myself backwards, wings beating hard to push me up off of the ground until I remembered my injured wing and I fell back against the ground, almost falling over my own feet. Then came the squeak of the door hinges, just when the light bulb blew. "Oh come on…" I whispered as the fingers I felt earlier brush over my face, making me jump backwards again, this time knocking into one of the lab chairs, but my left wing managed to steady me. Slowly the door hinges stopped their squeaking only to be replaced by nails along the floor. I had to push my dark rimmed glasses up my nose to stop them from falling to the floor.

"He's coming," a new voice whispered

"Our father is coming,"

"F-father?"

"You're father,"

"They lie," said the one good spirit in this place.

"One more seal remains…" a wail at my ear drowned out what they were saying. I jumped back knocking over the chair that was behind me, and ended up with my back against the hard floor.

"Son of a … ugh," I groaned aloud. A blast of desert wind whipped at my hair and blew it into my face, twisting my clothes. Then as suddenly as it started, it stopped. The wind died and the room was silent. Too silent. That was until I heard a faint noise.

"Charlotte!" That's … my name!

"Dean!" I called out as I managed to pull myself up off of the floor again and made it towards the main door, as I banged my fist against it. "Sam!" No one answered. Not even the spirit who I thought was still here. Then a whisper of fabric as it slid across the floor. I leaped backwards trying to move away, only to get caught on the chair, yet again, with a whack of my head against the wall. The wind slowly picked up again and I could slightly make out the shape of the corpse. I breathed in deeply. It grabbed a hold of my leg, as I gave a startled yelp, wings folding in front of me to give me a shield between the corpse and me.

"Lucifer's rising," it managed to groan out. "your father is returning," I tried to pull my leg out of its grip but it didn't work. "and … he wants you baaack," it didn't get the chance to say anything else before it slumped back down onto the ground. I quickly pulled myself away from it, wings folding to disappear in my back, with only a slight wince from the right one. Which was slowly trying to repair itself.

"Quickly. I need to send you away!" the spirit was back - well thanks for the help earlier…wait.

"What! What do you mean you need to send me away…" although my question wasn't answered when I felt my body being hurtled towards the portal that opened on the other side of the lab. How that even managed to be created was beyond me. I thought that the spirit wasn't even that powerful. Unless she was -

one of the Bennett witches.

I didn't even get the chance to answer my own question as the portal reopened and I fell through it, although I didn't know that height was going to be a problem. A scream escaped my throat as I fell through the air at an wild rate, I couldn't even manage to spread my wings before I fell through what felt like a ceiling and crashed, ungracefully, onto the floor. "…ow." Oh that was going to leave a mark in the morning. There was a loud cruse I could hear from the lower levels of the house and the pounding of feet against the hardwood floor, of which I was lying against. The door of the room burst open. I was prepared to get an ear full of some random religious person about God sending them a gift. Yet what I got was…

"Well look at what we have here?" the voice broke me out of my thoughts. Though I winced as I looked up from my body and towards the person that was leant against the door frame. Oooh - No, I know that body … I know the figure anywhere. Why in the holy hell did the spirit send me here?

"Damon?" confusion laced my tone as his eyebrows raised and his blue eyes seemingly bored into my green ones. Damon's posture straightened as he heard his name, his eyes seemed to lighten when I did though and a smirk crossed his beautiful features.

"So it is you. I thought so considering you left a decent sized hole in my roof and the wings that are protruding from your back." He pushed himself away from the wall and walked over towards me before he held out his hand. I grabbed onto it, as he pulled me up onto my feet, wings curling into my back to make myself less of a breaking hazard, and I was all but brought into a crushing hold from Damon. "The last time that I saw you, angel, was in the late seventies. What happened?" he asked before he pulled back from me slightly as he placed his hands on either side of my face, using his thumb to push my glasses back up the bridge of my nose.

"Well … a lot of stuff happened, Damon. Uhhh I had to … had to go home. What date is it?" I had to ask him as a frown settled on my brow.

"It's 2010." I swallowed. Okay so still in the right timeline. That is good. Wait hang on. I turned around and looked at the floor. Huh, I must be lighter than I realise, because the floor was still intact, the only thing I had seemed to … break was the roof. I looked upwards and winced a little.

"Sorry. I will fix that," I muttered as I turned back to face Damon. His electric blue eyes seemed to bore right through me; I almost had to step backwards. "I'm fine. Just - there haven't been any kind of weird storms lately? Like hurricanes, thunderstorms?" I asked him but Damon all but shook his head. Good - that means I still have … some time before he shows up looking for me. "Is Stefan home?"

-x-

No One's P.O.V

So reintroductions hadn't gone exactly how Charlotte wanted them too. Stefan was fine no problem it was just trying to get Elena, Caroline and Bonnie to re trust her as well. When the girls were younger Charlotte had been one of their close friends, then her family had come and intervened, said that she was tampering with too many humans, that she needed to leave them alone otherwise something bad would happened to them and the town. Though she never trusted Uriel as far she could through her 'uncle'. Therefore, Charlotte left.

The cover story was that her 'family' had to leave Mystic Falls for a rather exciting career change in the Middle East. A thousand years of being alive and Mystic Falls was the only place closest to what heaven had been like for her more than anywhere else in the world. She was sad to leave it, but Charlotte then ran into the Winchesters, literally, and seemed to find life a lot more interesting from then on. Four years with them had changed Charlie, which changed to her. But weather it was good or bad seemed to be mostly up to Dean who hardly trusted her when she first showed up. But Castiel seemed to change his mind rather quickly when the both of them had managed to pull him from hell. Though, why the spirit had sent her to Mystic Falls than to where the other set of brothers were going to be had her mind spinning. However, after the tedious process of a three-hour reintroduction, the girls had welcomed her back with open arms and a sleepover.

It had been three weeks, six different exchanges of phone calls between her and the Winchesters, reminding them that she was in fact okay and perfectly safe. For the time being that is. Before Charlotte knew, she had welcomed back the routine of getting into school, doing her homework and other activities all over again.

Honestly, to Charlotte, it felt wonderful to feel normal. No matter how normal a half witch, half angel could feel. She had caught up on the Salvatore/Katherine business. Although she had lived through half of that bitch's reign during the 15th and 19th century, considering she was tied with the Original family, which is another story for a little later, it felt like she had never left with how much drama she was able to read about.

Charlotte was up in one of the spare boarding rooms (to which Damon had unfortunately dubbed as 'Hells little angel's own private room.' She did not like that name but she hung her head and sighed letting Damon have his fun) doing her homework when her phone sprang to life. Charlotte all but jumped and banged her knee against the underside of the desk. "Son of a bi…" she cursed before picking up her phone.

To see a text from Caroline.

Seen something rather important.

Coming to tell you & Stefan.

Most likely Damon considering he hasn't left your side.

Be there in ten xx

With a roll of her eyes, Charlotte chucked her phone back on the desk and ripped out her earphones, and pushed away from the desk, bounding towards the bedroom door and down the grand stairs, which she really loved. "Caroline's coming over!" her voice echoed throughout the mansion before she jumped down the last step.

"What for!?" she heard Damon's voice from the living room. As Charlie moved down the hallway, which lead to the front of the house before she turned and saw Damon standing near the fireplace with a bourbon in his had. She jumped the small step and practically flew over towards the couch and sat down as she shrugged her shoulders.

"Said she had something important to tell Stefan and you," Damon grunted slightly as he turned to face the angel holding out his glass towards her as a gesture of 'do you want one?' Charlie shook her head as she leaned back against the couch. "Sooo … Katherine's out." She stated matter of factly. Damon's look though made reconsider where she was taking this conversation.

"Charlie. Don't." she held up her hands in surrender Damon sighed before he slumped down on the couch opposite to the one she was rested on.

"But you do know that I am here if you wanna talk?" she offered. A rare smile crossed Damon's lips as he held her eyes.

"I know," he answered. "I know you are." Before he could say anything else, there was a knock at the door.

-x-

Caroline was seated in the spot that Charlotte had once occupied as Damon walked over to her and handed Care a glass of blood. To say that the story Caroline had told the two of them was a rather big deal, was an understatement. It was bigger than a big deal. Apparently. Charlotte always knew there was something iffy about Katherine. Ever since she had met …them during the 15th century. Man she hated that time.

"Here." Damon murmured as he moved to sit down on the coffee table in front of her, Charlotte was on the other side rubbing her hand up and down Caroline's back.

"I'm still shaking," she whispered and Charlotte sighed a little resting her head against Caroline's shoulder as Care took a sip from her glass.

"You'll be okay." Charlotte whispered before they all heard the front door open again and Stefan walked into the living room.

"What happened?" he asked worry was etched across his features. Damon looked over at his younger brother before his head turned back to Caroline.

"Go ahead, tell him," Damon encourage as his gaze met his brothers again. "You're gonna love this."

"I saw Katherine today," Caroline started and Stefan's eyebrows raised as his arms crossed over his chest.

"Where?" he asked

"At the grill. I just stopped by to gawk and … quasi-stalk Matt," Charlotte couldn't help the small smirk that crossed her lips at the statement. Her head lifted from Caroline's shoulder as she told them what had happened between her and Katherine. Charlotte's hand ran through Caroline's curls. Though the mushy part with Matt made Damon shift on his feet as his own arms were crossed over his chest.

"Skip the teen drama and get to it." A roll of her eyes, Charlotte gave Damon a look to which he ignored.

"Then I had to pretend to use the bathroom even though I didn't really have to go because I'm a doofus," she mentioned that Katherine had posed as Elena and that she had a message for the brothers.

"What was the message?" Stefan asked his eyes gazing over towards his brother before they rested back on Caroline.

"To tell Damon and Stefan that she wants the moonstone or she'll rip this town apart until it rains blood." Caroline repeated and Charlotte's nose scrunched upwards.

"She's a little bit more melodramatic than I remember." The brunette commented.

"Tell him the rest of it…" Damon urged on.

"Tonight, at the masquerade ball." Caroline finished leaning her head lightly against Charlotte. A smile graced the elder of the four.

"She wants to do it in public. Killing Mason threw her off guard," Stefan mentioned. Now Mason was someone that Charlotte didn't mind seeing dead. He was an endless flirt and a douche.

"She's running scared." Damon countered. "What she did to Jenna was desperate. She's out of tricks."

"You can't underestimate her, Damon," Charlotte interjected. The brothers turned to face her. "look I may not have been here from the beginning but I have known Katherine longer than the two of you and she always has something up her sleeve." Stefan nodded his head in agreement.

"We have to play this smarter than her." Caroline finished her glass of blood and tilted her head up to look at the brothers.

"Can't we just give her the moonstone so she'll leave?" she questioned. Though Charlotte was the one who shook her head, Damon beat her to the answer.

"No. Katherine's not getting dick. I've had it. I'm gonna go to the masquerade ball and I'm gonna kill her, tonight."

"You're not going to kill her." Stefan replied turning to face Damon. Whose expression dropped to one of slight anger.

"Don't give me that goody two shoes crap." Damon tried but Stefan repeated his sentence. "Really?"

"Because I am." And that was that. The boys disbanded, leaving Caroline and Charlotte alone on the couch.

"What just happened?" Caroline asked Charlotte, who looked around the living room and frowned before she turned back to face Caroline.

"I think they just … agreed on killing Katherine. Tonight at - some Masquerade Ball party thing?" her tone left the sentence feel more like a question. To which Caroline gasped and stood up from the couch, making Charlotte fall over and land face first on the floor. "Ow."

"You don't have a dress!" the blonde all but yelled. Charlotte lifted her head to look up at Caroline.

"Do I have too?" the brunette moaned before Caroline rolled her eyes and used her new found strength to lift the Nephilim up off of the floor.

"Yes you have too! This is your first party back at Mystic Falls. Also it's where we kill Katherine. Don't you wanna be there to see that?" she did have a good point. Ah, screw it. What could go wrong?