If Kripke (Supernatural) and Williamson (Vampire Diaries) ever collaborate... What? It could happen.

I have a couple suggestions:

#1 – Damon Salvatore "persuades" Dean Winchester to let him take the Impala for a ride.


Dean Winchester sat the dive bar located just outside of a quaint little town called Mystic Falls. His brother Sam had noticed an increase in murders in the last few months. Suspicious murders. At this very moment Sam was back in the hotel room with his laptop doing research.

"Get you another one?" Buster, the bartender asked.

Dean nodded and threw another a bill on the bar.

"Hey Buster, the usual."

"Sure thing, Damon," Buster called as he grabbed two glasses and filled them from the tap.

Dean turned his head to see a tall dark haired guy seated a few seats away. Secure enough with his sexuality, the elder Winchester noticed Damon was a good looking guy. If there were any half decent girls here, he might have been worried about the competition. But it was a Tuesday night. The only people in the bar were Dean, Damon, an old man and Buster.

"Here you go." Buster slid the beer down the bar to Dean. Wiping his hands on the towel slung over his shoulder, he struck up a conversation with Damon.

Dean sat back and enjoyed the frothy beverage. He checked his cell phone for messages then sent a text to Bobby. Now that he was 'sitting around' all the time, texting was Bobby's new obsession.

Dean almost jumped when the man Buster called Damon was suddenly only inches away from him.

"Dude!" Dean tucked his phone away and looked over at Damon.

"Why does everyone call me "dude"? I'm Damon." He extended his hand. "I hear that's your car outside. Impressive."

"Dean," he replied shaking the vampire's hand. "It's a '67 with a big block. All original."

"Haven't seen one of those in a long time," Damon grinned.

And that broke the ice. Dean spoke freely about his beloved Impala: horsepower, gear ratios, his time in the ¼ mile, pausing only to take another sip of his beer.

Damon saw his opportunity.

He caught Dean's eyes with his own, "Let me take it for a ride."

"What? Hell no!" Dean exclaimed slamming his beer down on the bar. "I'm the only one who drives my car."

"Give me the keys," Damon repeated.

"NOPE," Dean's cocky smirk rivaled Damon's.

"Give me the keys please."

"Well, since you said 'please.'"

Dean hesitantly reached into his pocket and pulled out his keychain. Damon took hold of the part that dangled down and pulled, but the Winchester wasn't handing them over.

"LET GO," the vampire pushed his ability to its limit.

Finally with the keys in hand, Damon walked across the bar toward the door.

"Hey, do me favor?," Dean called out.

"What?" Damon replied, slightly annoyed.

"Tank's on E – could you fill her up while you're out?"