"Hey. So, uh, I'm actually not far. I'm about a night's drive."

"Yeah? So you think…?"

"There's some stuff I gotta do first."

"Of course."

"But I was thinking that, uh… I'll wrap up here and, you know, make sure I'm not followed. I'll take side streets, come at night."

"Will you just shut up and get your ass home? I can't wait to see you. This phone thing's getting old."

"Yeah."

"Well, call us when you're close. And be careful."

"Of course."


Dean Winchester hung up, excited that he would get to see her. For the first time in years. He looked over his shoulder to see Sam approaching and couldn't help but grin at his little brother. Sam's eyebrows rose, "Hey. Good news?" Dean nodded, replying "Yeah." Sam tilted his head, saying carefully "You called her, didn't you?" Dean took a deep breath, not wanting to get in the same old argument, "Sam… don't." "You calling her every day isn't helping, Dean." Dean looked away, sighing "I can't not call her, Sam. You know that." "I know. But you know how she feels about you. Dean!" Dean closed his eyes, snapping "Look. Can we just get back to the frigging case?" Sam's lips formed a thin line. "Fine."


Elena Gilbert fought back a squeal of excitement. Her former/current crush Dean Winchester was coming to see her. For the first time in years. Oh, how she missed him. And his firm manliness. But it wasn't just his rugged good looks that attracted her to him. It was his soft, gentle side. The side he only let her see. After her parents passed away, that was the first time she saw him. He and Sam attended the funeral. His green eyes focused on her. And he handled it so… sweetly. So kind. Elena felt butterflies just thinking about him. Jeremy entered the kitchen and reeled back a couple steps, wincing dramatically. "Whoa! Someone's got her Happy Glow on!" Elena huffed throwing a hand towel at him, chortling "Shut up." "No. Really. What happened?"

Elena rolled her eyes playfully "I just received some good news is all…" "Stefan?" Jeremy asked. Elena shook her head, replying "No. And an old friend called." She smiled mysteriously before leaving.

"So, is he hot?" Caroline asked, smiling mischievously. Elena laughed, saying reprovingly "Caroline!" "Well?" The brunette rolled her eyes, saying with a grin "He's… very handsome. With these piercing green eyes and gorgeous smile…" Caroline made a show of looking around for eavesdroppers before turning back to Elena "And muscles…?" Elena bit her lip.

"Oh, my god! What happened?" Elena cried, throwing her arms around Dean, who chuckled weakly. "I'm fine." "You are not fine!" Elena shrieked, shoving Dean onto the couch. Dean hit the cushions with a grunt. "Stay here. Take off your shirt and jacket." Elena's cheeks turned red at the thought of seeing him shirtless. Dean raised a brow as she rushed out of the room. When she returned, Dean's jacket and shirt were on the couch beside him. Elena swallowed hard at the sight of his bare chest. The flames returned to her cheeks. "You okay?" Dean asked, worried. "Yeah. I'm fine." She knelt before him, opening the first aid kit. Dean eyed her with renewed interest. "This might sting a little…" She murmured, dabbing alcohol on the knife wound.

Dean winced, taking in air in a hiss. Elena's eyes met his. Dean cleared his throat, looking away. "I'm sorry." Elena whispered, applying the bandage to his shoulder. Dean looked at her. A soft smile forming on his lips as he whispered back "There's nothing to apologize for."

Elena smiled slyly before replying "I'll never tell."


Dean stepped out of the bathroom, steam trailing behind him. He straightened his collar as he walked to the table, grabbing his car keys. "Sorry, Sam." He murmured at the sleeping figure curled up in bed. "I'm off to see a girl." With that he left the motel room. Dean was going back to Mystic Falls. It was an okay town. If you could get past all the damned vampires.