SUPERNATURAL

meets

The Vampire Diaries

Dean POV

"This Edward guy really needs more help than a doctor or chick flick can give him." Dean's husky voice came from behind the darkened book that held a picture of a feather dripping blood. "But have you seen the chick in the movie? Now if only she had a bit more of an edge to her, she'd be my idea of a fun night..."

"Who? Kristen Stewart?" Sam asked looking up from behind the screen of his computer. This had finally felt like a usual week, one filled with demon chasing and waiting on Cas.

"Who's that?" Dean's eyes glanced at him from the rim of the book with curiosity.

Sam huffed lightly. "This chick?" his fingers danced quickly over the keys on his laptop, then he turned it toward Dean with a picture enlarged of the so called bella swan.

"Yeah, that's her, why?" Dean sat up as he put the book aside on the four poster bed he had been laying on for what seemed like hours while Sam researched, or whatever the hell he was doing.

"Because, this...is the actual...her." his fingers ran over the keys once more as he brought up a photo from some kind of...celebrity type thing. You know the ones where they act all high class when really all they want to do is yell at the people screaming their names to shut the hell up. His eyes glanced over her figure as Sam revealed more and more of the woman's body. Nice...very nice. Dean's mind sure was fixed on the nice little family image at points, but hell he was still a man.

"When do you think Cas will be back?" Sam broke Dean's train of thought abruptly as he shut the computer screen off.

"Well..It doesn't take this long, usually. I don't know what he is doing and why it's taking this long for him to high tail his ass back to earth." Dean stood to his feet and walked slowly towards the small refridgerator to pull out a beer.

The days since he killed Zachariah he had felt better about himself, sure...but the fact he had not been able to save Adam and get him out from that Angel holdsell was something he thought he would never forgive himself for...until he got Adam back to earth, so he could be there with his brothers...another person for Dean to watch over and another person ruining their life with hunting...was that really what he wanted? great...just stop thinking to yourself, you're going to get a headache and have to go out for some alone time, keep your head in the game, Dean...

"Dean..." Sam's voice brought him back to reality once more. "Did you just hear anything I said?"

"...no. Repeat?" Dean spoke quickly and made his way back to the edge of the bed, opening his beer on the way.

"Well...Bobby called this morning while you were sleeping, going on about a place near in Virginia, there seems to be a good count of animal attacks...bodies drained of blood... and a recent High School girl was found burried in the woods. He said that it would be no use to speak with anyone who is over the town because they are trying to hide almost everything. It took him forever to come up with what he told me...."

"Which place?"

Damon POV

"Stefan....If you keep on drinking behind my back I am going to have to hide a camera where we store every last drop of the blood...so I can see how much you really are drinking to keep count. if I keep going back to the blood banks they are going to track us down and burn us with the rest of the vampires in town.." Damon's voice broke out loudly along the corridors of the Salvatore house as he walked into Stefans bedroom holding up three empty bags that used to contain what he would have for lunch. But the image was not that of his expectations. His brother was not in the room, had he been so careless that he had forgotten he said something earlier about trying to feed on animals, trying to re-kindle what he once thought was the food he actually craved?--The image before him was a tall brunette woman with a lean figure, her eyes wide and staring strangly at what Damon held so openly in his hands--and to his words alone.

"Elena..What a pleasent surprise.." His tone switched back to cocky within a blink of an eye, the Damon everyone knew, the one who only cared about himself--was that such a bad thing?

"Damon.." Elena took a moment as if to gather her thoughts and pry her eyes off of the bags Damon held in his hands. "..I think you obviously are blaming Stefan for something he did not do, maybe you drunk them last night and don't remember.."

"Of course, Yes, Elena.." Damon placed the bags onto Stefans desk and made his way toward her. "I drunk my regular one glass of blood then downed a bottle of whiskey and decided I would feed the burning in my body to down three entire bags along with an extra that I stashed secretly behind a few books in the library of the house...just to spite myself."

"Well..it's not like he killed a human for it..." Her eyes darted towards the floor and then towards the bed.

"Not..yet." Damon broke through Elena's thoughts for her eyes darted towards him quickly, they were filled with evident scolding.

"He is not you." she spoke slowly as if trying to calm her pounding heart that Damon could now hear louder than any drum.

"He is just hiding what I do not, Elena.." he spoke softly while making his way towards her. "He lies to you even when he isn't speaking. His body language..." he was even closer now, her heart picking up pace once more to pound against her rib cage. "...he tries to tell you he is different but this side of him is really who he is, the real Stefan, and whether or not you like it...it will come out and when it does, I don't think you will look at him the same way.." he was standing before her, his eyes burning into hers.

Damon was close, so close he could already taste the sweet scent of her lips when...

"Stefan..." Elena moved out from behind Damon and into Stefan's arms.

Of course...

Sam POV

"....Welcome to Mystic Falls, Virginia.." He read the sign slowly as if trying to see something else in it's meaning or even a spot of blood on the faded paint job.