You, My Best Friend, Hurt Me

Story 1 of a Bonnie Bennett Bundle

Damon Salvatore[Bonnie Bennett]Dean Winchester

In this story, Dean and Sam has known Bonnie since she was a little girl.

She left Mystic Falls when Damon put himself in the coffin next

to Elena. Three years of being away, Damon comes back to find

that Bonnie is now married to Dean and pregnant.

Read on and tell me what you think.

Three years ago:

She replayed a everything, every word, every comma, period, every stare. She replayed everything so much that it all started to run together. Everything on repeat. It started to look like the Scream painting. "This hurts me. You, my best friend, hurt me." Her finally words. Her parting words. She drove away from him, she drove away from the town. She drove all night until she had to stop for gas and something to eat couldn't hurt either. She walked inside a diner and ordered pancakes, scramble eggs and bacon, then she scratched off the pancakes and asked for waffles with strawberry syrup. Damon loved pancakes with maple syrup, he hated waffles and strawberry syrup. That made her feel better.

While eating and texting a very upset and frantic Caroline, she heard the door open and close with familiar voices to follow.

"Well, we'll eat and shank the son of a bitch. Then we'll go to Vegas for some strippers and Tequilla." Dean said.

"Classy." Sam countered.

Bonnie wiped her mouth and turned to see Dean and Sam Winchester standing just a few feet from her. They would always come to town for help from her grandmother, back when she was a cheerleader and they were going from state to state with their father.

"Dean! Sam!" She cheered standing to hug both men. They looked back, Dean was the first to scoop the tiny female into his arms with no hesitation, he eventually released her so she could and hug his younger brother.

"Bonnie what are doing here?"

"Yeah, I thought you were in Mystic Hell."

Bonnie side-eyed the older Winchester then smiled. "I just needed to get out of town for a while. It was becoming too much." She laughed. Though, Dean could see there was something else that lied underneath that smile. Something she didn't want to talk about.

"Hey, why don't you join on our mission. Group of Demons, we really could use your help."

Bonnie thought for a moment, she couldn't keep putting herself in the middle of the supernatural ho-ha. She needed a break from it all, she declined. "Sorry fellas, I have sights to see and relaxation to do. But if you're ever in Vegas, I'll be staying with a few friends." She spoke then gave them here number. "Call me sometime, though."

Those were her last words before she left for her car.

Present:

She woke up to the sound of three screaming children and a dog parking, her own natural alarm clock, not to mention the ivory arm wrapped around her ebony body. His thumb lightly stroking her ever-growing belly. In the very beginning, she would always check her phone first thing when she woke up but then that slowly but surely stopped. About around the time, he got her pregnant with their first set of twins.

Bonnie pulled herself up and kissed her sleeping husband on the temple of the heard to awaken him, it didn't take long. Those moss green eyes staring back into hers sleepily a brought a smile to her face.

"Wake up, angelface. We have children to feed and-

"Moves to make?" He smiled at her, getting another kiss from his wife. "Pie for breakfast?"

"You ask me that every morning and every morning I tell you no. What will the children think?"

"Daddy gets to have pie for breakfast or you know, I could have a little right now." the male smirked wickedly, making Bonnie giggle with her arms wrapping around his neck while his lips met her neck.

"Now Dean, you know we can't with the children just downstairs and the baby due in just three more months." She gasped lightly, squirming to get out of his grip, giggling. "When they're at six and you come from work, I'm all yours. I promise."

Dean groaned then kissed her lips passionately, "I'm holding you to that, Mrs. Winchester." he informed his wife and went to get ready for work. A CEO at Winchester Corp. Sam worked in the legal department just after he finished Harvard Law School.

This was the life he always dreamed of, no supernatural creatures of the night coming him, his brother, or their family. Sam was happily married to Caroline, they couldn't have children but that didn't mean they didn't love each other. Dean had three boys and a baby girl on the way because he couldn't keep his hands to himself when it came to Bonnie. Right now, she was dressed in a clean bra and panty set with her stomach poking out. A pair of pregnant jeans slipping over her perfectly shaped butt and a tank top over her belly. Her blonde-dyed tresses in an upward bun. He looked up at the ceiling and smiled to the heavens above.

"I don't know what I did to deserve her...this. Everything. But I'm glad I did it and I have you to thank. Thank you, GOD."

Dean came downstairs to full table of children, a vampire sister-in-law, a younger brother, a pregnant witch wife making Alexander Spongebob Squareparents pancakes, and not to mention the breakfast spread on the table.

"Daddy! Look!" Dylan called out with his bacon in his mouth like a walrus' teeth. He kissed his son's head, his sister-in-law's cheek and stole a piece of Justin's bacon.

"Daddy!" Justin called in disappointment but it quickly turned into a laugh when Dean kissed his head.

"Caroline, how are Alice and Lidia?" Dean asked, gaining a nudge from Bonnie.

"Their names are Lizzie and Josie, Dean and they're fine. Just getting use to the idea of Sam being around a lot more and having two Christmas' instead of one."

"You know, Patricia at the office? She specializes in family therapy, maybe you should see her." the male suggested cutting into his pancakes with the side of his fork. Sam threw a knowing look to his brother then turned to Caroline with a smile.

"Is there a reason why I shouldn't?" Caroline asked.

"No. I just don't think she can help. You should see someone that understands your situation a little more. Someone more open and receptive to your dilemma." Sam suggested.

"Do you have a crush on the therapist, Samuel?" The blonde asked annoyed.

"Kids, come on. Time for school." Bonnie announced to her children walking to the front door. She hugged and kissed the boys goodbye before watching them board the school bus.

"No I don't have a crush on the therapist, I don't think she's very good for this situation." Sam defended.

"Oh, I get it. You're ashamed of what they are and what I am." Caroline argued.

"That's not it-"

"Whatever Samuel, I'm not stupid. I see the signs because you make them obvious. You're having an affair with that skanky therapist!"

"You're a vampire, they are baby witch siphoners, your baby daddy who isn't really your baby daddy is a vampire hunter who was once an original vampire, who evaded death more times than that Salvatore vampire of yours that you pretend you're not still in love with have lived! What HUMAN therapist is going to understand any of that?!" Sam yelled back then took his leave for work. "Let's go Dean!"

Dean just quietly followed his brother out to the car, leaving Caroline in utter shock. He gave his wife a knowing look of, 'We're talking about this later!' and she simply nodded.

Caroline just sat down like nothing happen, sipping her coffee. Bonnie settled in a free seat with her breakfast and orange juice.

"So how are you and Dean?"

"This isn't about me and my pork loving husband, this is about you and his book loving brother. What's going on?" Bonnie countered.

"Sam is just in his feelings, I've been talking to Stefan and getting our friendship back on track and he's just a little jealous. Nothing I can't handle. I've been dealing with this for three years. What time do you have to be to work?"

"I'm not spying on Sam."

Caroline scoffed. "How do you deal with Dean? Three years, triplet boys, another one on the way. The only argument you've had is the fight you got into with the demon possessing your body. Hence why you got that tattoo on your hip."

"You sound like you're a jealous teenager, Caroline."

"Well Dean spoils you. You're driving a Lamborghini and an SUV, I'm driving a Ford...something. Sam's a Lawyer at the company both brother's own."

"I brought the Lamborghini on my own, Caroline and SUV is a family car. Yes, Dean spoils me with taking the kids to the park so I can have some down time, he cooks and cleans sometimes, foot massages, back and neck rubs, the man's tongue is heavenly, especially when he's just finished working out BUT! He's attentive and cute and cuddly but only with me. It's the little things he does for me that make me love him so much and it's the appreciation I give him that make him want to do those things and much, much more. You talking to another guy when your relationship is obviously in shambles is clear cut sign that you don't appreciate him for anything that he does or will ever want to do. Right now, he's probably thinking about an "I'm sorry" gift to you and in the furthest part of his mind he's like, "What's the use? She's falling for someone that left her and downs every time I try to do anything nice for her." Which reminds me, Dean's making Alfredo tonight. I have to do the marketing."

"He really cooks?"

"Oh yeah, while the kids are sleeping, we get to be adults. How do you think I got pregnant with Angel?"

"Damon's been awakened, Bonnie. Stefan just texted me."

Bonnie heard the voice of her best friend and the words she spoke but ignored it. She finished her food, then cleared the dishes.

"Did you hear me? Damon wants to see you."

"Are you insane? My husband is a hunter. He will kill Damon and lock me in the house with just food and water if I went around that bastard."

"So you don't want me to set it up?"

"Get out, Caroline."

She simply said and opened the door for her blonde friend, she then slammed the door behind her.

Two years ago:

Living in a Las Vegas Hotel for a week but Bonnie in a better mood. Everyone was doing their own thing. Caroline would call her from time to time tell her about the girls and her Stefan problems. Other than that, she kept to herself. Tonight was her last night in Vegas so she decided to go a bar and have a few drinks with some locals.

An hour and several drinks passed by very quickly with Bonnie dancing on the bar as if she were a stripper, hell she even lost her shirt and a shoe. The fun came to a halting stop when a big, burly, skinhead motorcyclist started pulling at the young witch, he hassled her and tore her bra. She cried out for help but no one came to her rescue except Dean and Sam. Dean pulled out his silver handgun, pointing it to the back of the man's skull. The man Red, heard the hammer click back from it's normal position and he stopped.

"Let go of my girl and you will live to eat another hamburger," the man said calmly. The motorcyclist released Bonnie, who ran to pick up her shirt.

"That's your slut, or should I say nigger."

Dean clenched the handle tighter when male spoke then laughed.

"She wasn't all of that when you were trying to rape her, now was she?"

"Of course she was, I was just horny."

Dean loaded the bullet into the chamber and pulled the trigger, killing the man in front of everyone. When the hunter looked up from the bleeding body, Bonnie was gone running to her car. He ran after her with speed Sam had never seen before.

Dean pulled her out of car and held her against it. "What is wrong with you?!"

"Why do you care?! Let me go! No one cares!"

"I CARE!" The man shouted at her. Quiet fell over both of them, they gazed into each others eyes; each seeing the pain and hurt the other had been through. "I've been keeping tabs on you, Bonnie. I know you've been abandoned, I know you're tired, I know you're sick to death of everyone choosing that doppelganger over you I know. BELIEVE me I know. But this whatever that was in that bar it's not the way to cope with things. You're Grams is on the other side wishing you would get it together and be happy."

"You left, I wanted you and you left."

"I know and I'm sorry. I thought you would be safe, I thought they would keep you safe. I'm sorry."

Bonnie remained quiet for a moment, she could get in her car and drive off or she could feel safe again. The only time she felt truly safe or loved was with her grams and when Dean was around. She wanted and needed to feel safe again, loved again, happy again. She wrapped her around around his torso, her head on his chest. He wrapped her in his arms tightly with the intent to never let her go again.

When Sam walked outside and his brother with Bonnie, he smiled happily. He looked over and saw Bonnie's grandmother. Her finger pressed to her lips for him to be quiet.

"Soon Damon Salvatore is going to comeback and try to pull her from her happiness. Keep my angel from the darkness that is Damon Salvatore. Keep her out of Mystic Falls, forever. Tell Dean to keep her from Mystic Falls. It's time she lives the life she was always meant to. You and Dean as well, go be happy. All the witches and hunters in this world can handle this, it's what your mother wanted for you."

"Jess is gone."

"Dean found a woman to be with. Why can't you?"

Before he say anything, Shelia was gone. Sam started thinking then walked over to them.

"I've been thinking, with all the witches and hunters in this world, the country alone we should take a break. Be happy."

"That's actually a good idea. We need a vacation from the forces of evil."

"And I'm sure they need a break from us."

"So you take Bonnie's car and she'll ride with me?"

Sam nodded his head then embraced his brother and Bonnie. "Be good to her and Damon Salvatore will comeback. Keep her away from him and Mystic Falls."

The last words gained him strange looks but they took the advice anyway.

Both cars took off in the same direction for short while then split apart.

Dean and Bonnie settle down in Florida and Sam settle down in Texas.

Present:

Arriving home with the boys and groceries, Bonnie had the feeling she was being watched followed but when she turned around no one was there. She carried her the bags into the house the told the boys to get ready for dinner. Tonight, she and Dean were going to have a romantic evening with a dessert to die for. She prepped everything for her husband then started dinner for Alex, Justin and Aaron.

While cooking, there was knock on the door. She looked at the clock on the stove, Dean was five minutes early and forgot his key again. Bonnie walked over and opened the door but only saw a big bouquet of flowers and a something gift wrapped with chocolates.

"Dean our anniversary is in two months, what's all this?" Bonnie said blissfully, a smile stretching from cheek to cheek. She notice that he wouldn't come in, she noticed that he wasn't wearing a his work clothes. A suit and tie, although he hated it—it's how Bonnie got pregnant for second time, in his office. She wasn't wearing any underwear that night, the perfect night—but didn't change his clothes until he got home. He knew she hated hunting for his clothes to wash. The male on the other side lowered the flowers, her eyebrows rose in horror, anger, disappointment.

She grabbed the gun hanging on the back of the door, she held it with both hands, pulled back the hammer and loaded the bullet into the chamber.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" She demanded.

Damon became voiceless, he was staring at the small woman with a growing belly and a gun in her hand. Just then Dean walked in throwing his jacket on the couch, the moment he saw her in firing position he ran behind her and saw Damon on the other side of the door barring gifts.

Bonnie fired two three shots or six, Damon went down, thriving in pain. She wasn't going back her life in Mystic Falls. Her Grams wouldn't want it, she didn't want it. She was happy with Dean and her little family.

Dean carefully took the gun from her, she was shaking. Anger overran her nerves and he understood it, it was her first real time shooting. Her aim was perfect, at least he thought it was. She shot him in the throat, three times. It was definitely three.

"Relax, sit down and have some apple juice. That always calms you and Aliyah, right?" He whispered softly to his wife helping her into a chair and fixing her a cup of juice. He knew his wife, he knew her well. She was going to kill the vampire on the ground struggling to the last bullet from his throat...that was going to burn for a really long time. He watched as Bonnie sipped on the glass of cold apple juice then stood to her feet, caressing her belly. She took the entire jug of juice, leaving him to do the rest of the cooking for the boys and themselves, eh he spoiled her.

"Bonnie's told me a lot about you, Damon. You tried to kill her, completely gone-ho in sacrificing her for the doppelganger brother banger laying in a coffin in New York more than a few times but of course she's told me about some of the good times where she saw how Elena could fall in love with you. Then you hurt her. Again but leaving her. Did you know she was almost raped? She's killed more demons than a little bit and something tells me she was wants to kill you next."

"When the hell did she get married?" Damon strained.

Dean scoffed, "Two years ago. I got her pregnant with the boys but the moment I laid my eyes on that girl, I knew she was the one."

"That's a beautiful story. Who the hell are you again? Seems pretty rude of you to know my name and I know nothing about you."

"Dean. Dean Winchester."

The name 'Winchester' sparked anger in Damon's body.

"Listen, Bonnie's my wife now. And I'm going to tell you this once and once only. Staff away from her or the next bullet you feel won't pierced your throat and you won't recover from it." Dean smiled and slammed the door in his face.

~xXx~

The next morning, Dean didn't go to work and neither did Sam. Instead, the two men stayed home to do some work around the house. Dean took the kids to daycare, which was just a family friend name, Justine Garcia. A fellow former hunter, she retired after she was forced to kill her husband who was possessed by a demon. Sam tagged along just to get away from Caroline, Dean knew it was the end their marriage. He loved the blonde, the older brother could tell that just by the look of despair in his eyes.

"There's a lot on your mind, Sam. We're both married and have problems," he said to his younger brother.

"Your wife doesn't have feelings for a vampire, Dean."

"No, she just wants to kill his older brother."

"See what I mean! Bonnie hates Damon—wait a minute, how did Damon find out where you live?"

"I was going to ask Caroline that very question before-" Dean stopped in mid sentence then turned the car around. "Bonnie's going to kill Caroline!"

"What?!"

As Dean sped back home, Bonnie welcomed Caroline into her home with a smile on her face. Then shot her in the back. Caroline feel to the ground thriving in pain, her veins appeared black, her eyes turned red.

"You're going to answer some questions for me Blondie and you're going to tell the truth." Caroline answered with a painful groan.

"Did you tell Damon Salvatore where I lived? Where my family laid their heads? Tell me you backstabbing bitch! Because you're about to ruin your life you think you can ruin mine?!"

Bonnie stood over her best friend with a sharp metal stake, Dean ran in to stop her. They wrestled for a moment then Dean overpowered her.

"Sam get Caroline out of here until I get her calmed down!" Dean commanded.

Sam hesitated for a moment, a long moment then took Caroline home. This presented a rare opportunity for Sam to find out the truth about everything. If he was going to lose his wife to a vampire then he should know.

Meanwhile with Bonnie and Dean, they were in a scream match with each other. Dean demanded that she stop the crazy obsession to kill Damon. But of course Bonnie brought of the point of Mystic Falls, protecting their family. So needlesstosay, Bonnie won the argument. It was Dean's job to make Bonnie feel safe; her and the kids and he'd hadn't don't that. How did Damon find out where they lived after being in a coffin for so long, who woke him up and most importantly how did he make so Elena died permanently and Bonnie lived.

As much as he hated to do this, he had to call in a favor from the oldest vampire he knew and actually kind of liked, Elijah Mikaelson.

To be continued...