September 1992

Sheila Bennett smiled as she held her newborn granddaughter in her arms. Her daughter Abby was asleep downstairs on the couch in her cozy 2-story home in their town of Mystic Falls. When Sheila received the tear-filled call from her daughter earlier in the day hearing those words, "Mom I need you," Sheila had no other choice but to run to her daughter's aid. Since the birth of the baby Abby has not had a good night's rest. When she had walked into the newly built craftsman home Sheila was not surprised that Abby's husband Rudy was nowhere in site.

"Where is Rudy?" Sheila asked as she put her purse on the side table and began taking her dark green jacket off. Her eyes scanning the living room as she did so. Never had she seen this home in such disarray. Newspapers were in piles by the couch, baby bottles littered the end tables, a basket of laundry was overflowing by the hallway, and the carpet looked as if it hadn't been vacuumed in weeks. She looked away from the living room and back at her daughter. Sheila sighed at what she saw.

Abby's hair was disheveled and her Mystic Falls class of '88 shirt was covered in white splotches. Even from a few feet away Sheila could see the dark circles around her daughter's eyes as well as the look of defeat within them. "He…he is at work. Let me get that for you." Abby reached out and grabbed her mother's coat and purse. As Abby opened the closet by the door Bonnie began to cry from the living room. Abby fumbled with the jacket as she tried to put it on the hanger. "Shit… hold on."

Sheila placed her hand softly on Abby's shoulder and smiled warmly at her daughter. "Do not worry about her. I got her." Sheila turned and followed the cries to the living room where Bonnie was lying. She was on the ground upon the lavender crocheted blanket that Sheila had made for her. Sheila knelt on the ground and picked up Bonnie and nestled her in the crook of her arm as she cooed to her softly. "Now, now my little bonbon. Why are you putting up such a fuss for your mommy huh?" Bonnie began to quiet down as her bright green eyes looked up at her grandmother. Sheila smiled as she began rocking back and forth. "Now that's my baby…"

"I wish I knew how to calm her like you." Abby walked into the living room and sat upon the couch. Her hands were wrapped around her body as she watched her mother with her daughter.

"You'll learn baby. You'll learn." Sheila lowered her head and nuzzled her nose against Bonnie's. Bonnie smiled in return as she reached out her small pudgy hand up and held onto Sheila's hair. She gurgled in response as Sheila ran her finger along her cheek.

"I just don't think I'm cut out for this mom." Abby lowered her head upon her hands as she looked down at the floor. She felt shame over her feelings that she had tried desperately to overcome. When she was pregnant with Bonnie she heard numerous stories about mothers who immediately felt a connection with their unborn child. When the baby was born a mother was supposed to feel instant love for their children. They were supposed to feel a sense of protection over them, the feeling of a lioness looking over her cubs. All Abby felt when she was pregnant with Bonnie, however, was the feeling of something alien inside her, something that was not of her own blood.

Sheila looked up at her daughter and sighed. "When was the last time you slept Abby?"

Abby shook her head. "Bonnie doesn't sleep that much during the night. Rudy doesn't help much either. He's been working extra hours so I can stay at home with Bonnie." Abby felt her eyes begin to fill with water. "Mom I just can't do this. I thought that once I brought her home that things would be different. I thought…"

Sheila shook her head and shushed Abby gently. "Abby why don't I take Bonnie upstairs for a bit while you relax. Take a long bath and then take a nap." She looked back down at Bonnie. "Bonnie and I will be okay down here. You'll feel better in a while baby."

"Mom you aren't hearing me."

"I hear you just fine and what I'm telling you is that you need to go upstairs and relax." Abby shook her head back and forth vehemently as tears began to flow freely. Sheila got on her knees in front of her daughter and lifted her hand and pressed it gently on Abby's cheek. "I will take care of everything. Just go upstairs and relax." Sheila then placed her middle and index finger upon Abby's forehead and smiled kindly.

Abby nodded as she stood up slowly, her light sobs ceasing. As she walked by Sheila she looked down at her daughter. Her round green eyes looked up at her. Her hand reached out towards her mother. Sheila watched as her daughter looked down at her own daughter. What passed silently between them was not love between mother and daughter but a gaze between strangers. Abby looked towards her mother with hurt in her eyes as she turned and walked quickly down the hall and up the stairs to her bedroom.

After putting Bonnie back upon the lavender blanket Sheila cleaned up the downstairs as she hummed Billie Holiday's I'll Be Seeing You. When the living room sparkled and the kitchen smelled of Lemon Sheila picked up Bonnie, wrapped her up in the blanket, and walked outside to the back patio. She sat upon the wooden rocking chair that was out there and looked out at the sunset. Sheila closed her eyes and breathed deeply. When she opened her eyes, Sheila looked down at Bonnie and began to sing to her softly.

"I'll be seeing you in every lovely summer's day.
In every thing that's light and gay.
I'll always think of you that way.
I'll find you in the morning sun.
And when the night is new.
I'll be looking at the moon.
But I'll be seeing you."

"I remember when your mother used to sing that to you when you were a child." Said a deep voice in the chair beside Sheila.

Sheila looked over at the man she hadn't seen since she was a young girl. When things were different in her life. When her life was changed forever. "Thank you for coming Uriel."

Uriel shook his head. "I did not come because you called. I was summoned here to check on this child to make sure things are handled as they should." Uriel raised his finger and pointed at Sheila. "Remember your job."

Sheila looked sharply at Uriel. "Remember who I am Uriel. You do not come here and speak to me like you are my superior. So when I call you will sure come."

Uriel clenched his jaw as he looked away. He tapped his thumb upon his knee as he contemplated his next move. "What is it you require?"

Sheila turned and looked back at Bonnie. "My daughter grows weary. She is starting to question. Deep down I believe she knows that Bonnie is not of her own blood."

Uriel shook his head in annoyance as he stood and walked to the edge of the patio. "Humans really are stains. I will never understand why He favors them so. Abby gave birth to her. Bonnie is her flesh and blood."

"But Bonnie's essence is not of Abby's spirit. We witches can sense these things. We are connected to both the earth and heaven. We are different from humans and far from stains."

"Well you better make sure that you fulfill your purpose. Your job is not to create a happy family. You job is to train her in the ways of your ancestors. Your line is what He requires. Abby's feelings are not of your concern."

Sheila stood with Bonnie still wrapped in her arms. "She is my daughter. She will always be of my concern."

"We can remove that concern. Leave you with no more obstacles in your path."

Suddenly the sir around them began to stir. The wind chime hanging upon the overhang began to clang loudly as the wind around them began to howl. Uriel looked towards the sky as dark clouds fiercely flowed into the sky, sparks of lightning lighting up the sky. When he looked back at Sheila he was astounded at the show of her power.

Sheila felt electricity course through her body as her hair flowed in the wind. Bonnie remained asleep through this show of power. Her hand grasped the edge of her blanket as her head was nuzzled against her grandmother's chest. "You will not lay a hand on her. Do you understand me?"

Uriel stepped closer to Sheila until she could feel his breath upon her face. Both beings locked in a silent battle within their gazes. "Then you will succeed."

Sheila felt the energy around her jolt as Uriel vanished in front of her. The clouds slowly disappeared and the violent wind slowed to a light breeze. When Sheila looked down at Bonnie she had saw that Bonnie had awoken from her slumber. Sheila slowly sat down as she began to rock slowly. She smiled once more and began to sing.

"And when the night is new.
I'll be looking at the moon.
But I'll be seeing you."

Author's Note: Hey y'all. I decided to start another story. I kind of lost inspiration from my Ariel/Hook fic :( I guess it has to do with mostly me being very dissatisfied with how OUAT is going. So with that being said I had this idea in my head for a Bonnie/Dean fic. Don't ask me why but I just got blasted while I was at home with this idea. Hopefully you'll like it! I had to change timelines a bit. I'll be making the start of Supernatural begin in 2009 when Vampire Diaries start. I'm going to try to stick with the Supernatural storyline because it's so awesome... can't change perfection! Vampire Diaries however... Can't stand Julie Plec and her direction with the story so some things MIGHT change just a smidge. Anyways hope you enjoy this story! I love reviews!