Alright so this is the first fanfic I have ever posted. sooo please let me know what you think. Be honest I am not afraid of critism. I would like to do more on it but I figure I should get some feedback on what I have got going on now. I know the timing doesn't match up exactly and that was simply because there was/is sooo much going on with seasons 4-6 of supernatural I had no way to fit all of that into this. So since season three was really the last time they just went on simple-ish hunts and such together i figured it was only right for this to be somewhere in there. It isn't beta-d so bear with me on that. Let me know if you want to beta for me. That'd be sweet and i def will return the favor. So i will shut up now. Hope you enjoy! Please review!

The timeline is midseason to late season 3 for Supernatural and just after the Rose episode aired 11-4-10 for Vampire Diaries.

"Well, I'm hot blooded, check it and see! I've got a fever of a hundred and three!" Dean belted out tonelessly whilst smacking his hands on the wheel to the drumbeat.

Sam, who'd been attempting to sleep, turned to face his brother. "Seriously, man? You think that you could keep it down just a little bit?"

"Ah. C'mon Sammy. Since when do you not like Foreigner?"

"Since you've decided to abuse them while I'm trying to sleep." Sam groaned placing his head back against the leather interior. "Where are we anyway?"

"Sixty three miles out of Mystic Falls, give or take." Dean replied starring out at the unlit road.

"Wake me when we are there?" Sam said in a wispy tone.

Dean didn't answer just simply pushed the petal down farther.

The sun was just coming over the horizon when the Impala glided through the threshold of Mystic Falls, Virginia. It had been forever since the brothers had made their way to east coast, Dean noted.

Being that it was fall the trees had been splattered with color that neither would ever really enjoy. Dean parked just outside the Mystic Pines Motel before getting out and jogging in to get a room. Sam stirred when Dean got back behind the wheel to move closer to the room but he did not wake. Once Dean successfully slid into anther slot he gave his brother a shot to the shoulder.

"Hey," He said. "Wake up sunshine." The sarcasm was thick.

Sam moved again but this time to turn away from Dean. In response, Dean laid on the horn causing Sam to jump up in surprise.

"Dude, what the hell?" Sam yelled.

"You said wake you when we got here, and guess what… we are here." Dean said with a shit eating grin motioning towards their new abode.

Sam glared. "I said wake me, not give me a heart attack!"

Dean stared at his brother a few moments longer before shrugging and opening his door. It squealed in protest as he slammed it shut again, heading for the truck for his duffle.

Sam joined him at the rear grabbing his as well. "So, what do you want to do first?"

Dean looked at his brother with a humorless expression. "You are going to do whatever, but I seriously need some shut eye."

The brothers headed into the room wordlessly to prepare for the next few hours.

Elena watched the sunlight fill her room for she had not gotten the tiniest bit of sleep from the night before. Her mind kept wandering back to a moment from the night before but all she could remember was a faded black moment. What was it? Her faced scrunched in response as she tried to recall.

No doubt the past few weeks had been nearly impossible to get through, but the blank fog clouding her memory… it just felt… felt like it was something good. She sighed. Of course she would forget the good that was going on around her.

She jumped when her alarm clocked chirped alive from her bedside table. It was time to get up for school. Great, she was going to have to compensate for the circles that were sure to be underneath her eyes.

Elena moved to the closet to garb a deep red V-neck sweater and dark black jeans. Once clothed, she padded into the bathroom where Jeremy had just finished brushing his teeth.

"You know, if you wanted to play sick or something I'd cover for you." He said concern burning in his eyes

"No, Jeremy it's fine. I don't want to seem," She paused trying to think of the proper word.

"Weak?"

"Yeah."

"No one would see you that way. It's been a long couple of days. Anyone would need to get their strength back." He said, surely trying to soothe his sister.

"You don't, and you've been as big a part of this as I have. So I am fine. That is what I am going to stick to." She answered with finality. Jeremy knew there was no point in trying to argue it further.

After brushing her teeth and adding just the right amount of makeup needed to make it through the day Elena went back to her bedroom to grab a jacket and her book bag.

"Hello, Elena." Stefan said from the sill just below her window.

"Stefan," She answered not turning to look at him for fear of a breakdown.

"I came to pick you up for school. I figured we could, you know…" Stefan said looking down not sure of what he could actually say.

There was a long pause. Stefan felt as if time had just evaded the room not wanting to bring him some peace of mind.

"Oh, Stefan," she said turning and jogging the length of the room into his waiting arms.

He gladly accepted her and squeezed tight running his hands up and down her back.

They stood together in silence for what seemed like an hour before Stefan realized the time.

"We are never going to make it if we don't leave soon." He said pulling back a little to smile down at her. "I'll meet you up front." Before sliding away Stefan gently placed a kiss on her forehead and was out the window.

Elena sighed again before retrieving her things from the floor and headed down the stairs to see Alaric in the kitchen with Jeremy.

At her approach the two looked up at her with tight smiles.

"I heard about," he paused, "about everything. Are you ok?"

"Why wouldn't she be?" Jenna said strolling down the stairs and planting herself next to Elena.

"Oh I thought I heard her coughing a lot last night in the bathroom and I was just asking Alaric if he thought she should be going to school at all." Jeremy lied smoothly.

"And I thought if she really wasn't feeling good she'd have already let us know, but I wanted to ask just in case." Alaric finished.

Jenna turned to look at her niece with concern. Her hands fluttered to Elena's forehead. "You aren't feverish, you ok?"

"Oh, I am fine Jena. Don't worry."

There was a light knock on the door. Just in time Elena thought knowing that Jenna was still not convinced.

"That's probably Stefan."

"Oh are you two back…?" Jena let the question sit not knowing how to approach the topic.

"On the mend, I guess." Elena said before turning to Jeremy. "Are you coming?"

"No, I'll drive myself. I promised Bonnie I'd take her today." Jeremy said with a sheepish grin.

Elena scrutinized him for a second before another knock reminded her that it was time to go. She quickly turned on toe and stalked out the door with her vampire.

Dean awoke to Sam walking back through the motel door. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and tried to shake himself to be more alert.

"Here." Sam said handing him the cup.

"Thanks." Dean replied taking the cup, removing the lid, and taking a huge gulp. It was black. "Uh, what the hell? You trying to kill me with this crap?"

"No, but I figured it would help wake you up faster."

"Right." Dean grumbled before putting the cup on the nightstand. "Remind me again why we are here."

"Two girls at some masquerade styled town party; one mysteriously 'trip' breaks her neck and is dead, the other just missing. One moment she was there, the next gone."

"Sounds like a typical party gone wild to me, Sam."

"No, there was also a trashed room upstairs with wooden stakes in the walls with a bit of blood on the ground, some flickering lights. Dean, this has the stench of something."

Dean pursed his lips and nodded once. "We'll see. Where was the party at?"

"The mayor's house, but get this he died not to long ago in a fire midtown during another celebration where many witnesses saw a number of people just drop like rocks writhing in suspected pain. They were all taken away by deputies and never heard from again."

"Huh. Now it's starting to sound a little better. Let's go."

The house was a large white colonial number with white beams in upon the staircase leading in.

The boys were dressed in their suits as per usual on investigations. Sam knocked on the white door and waited for a woman in close to her late forties answered the door. She was dressed in a light purple dress suit and a white blouse. Her high chin showed she thought she was of importance.

"Ma'am I am Agent Elliot and this is Agent Collen, with the FBI." Sam said raising his badge in sync with Dean.

"Yes, gentleman. How can I help you?" She said plastering, arguably, the fakest smile on her face that the two brothers had ever seen.

"We'd like to ask you a few questions about the recent deaths accruing in the area."

"Oh, please do come in." She said ushering them in and into a living room off to the left of the door. She motioned for them to sit on the, also, white leather couch. In front of them was an empty glass coffee table. She donned the seat directly across from them, crossing her legs at the knee. "I am all ears gentleman."

"We'd first like to ask about Sarah McGuinty, I understand that she died here not two days ago. If that's alright Miss…." Sam stopped allowing her to introduce herself.

"Mrs. Lockwood. You may call me Carol."

"The wife of the late Mr. Lockwood?" Dean finally chimed in, a slight frown changing his handsome features.

"Yes, he died in a terrible fire during one of our town's celebrations." Carol answered moisture becoming slightly visible in her eyes.

"Do you know how he became involved with the fire?"

"No." She looked at her hands neatly folded in her lap. "One moment we were together on stage announcing the fireworks and the next he was gone. I'd hardly come to know of it because my son, Tyler, got into a car accident just before I'd been notified of the fire."

"Car accident? Was this alcohol induced?" Sam inquired.

"No, of course not. It was all in the reports, did you not read them?" She asked frowning up at the two men.

"Yes, ma'am of course we did, but we are just looking for first hand accounts because, well, they are always different then reading a piece of paper. There are details that will be left out."

"Of course." She thought for a moment before continuing. "It had nothing to do with alcohol. It was more like he got a sudden headache and blacked out. That's all I was told."

Sam and Dean shared a quick glance before turning back to Mrs. Lockwood.

"What does all of this have to do with poor Sarah's accident?"

"Right. I'd like you to tell me everything you know about it." Dean said ignoring her question.

"Well it happened in the office just down the hall," Carol said gesturing. "Two boys who had been drinking that night were in some sort of brawl. Caroling Forbes, who is dating one of the young men involved in the fight was trying to stop it while Sarah," She gulped for air trying to fight tears, "Sarah was backing away… and then she tripped and hit her neck on the corner of the desk. It broke her neck killing her instantly. Tyler came to get me while Caroline took Matt to the car."

Sam was writing furiously in a notepad when he paused. "Tyler, your son?"

"Yes."

"And what was Matt's last name?" Dean asked.

"Donovan. Why, you don't think their fight had anything to do with her fall do you?"

"Not by the sound of it, but it is always nice to hear a first hand account." Dean tried to sound reassuring even though he was suspicious as hell.

"Also, about Aimee Bradley. Has there been anything to shed some light on her disappearance?" Sam asked.

"All I know is that people say she was last seen with Elena Gilbert and Stefan Salvatore."

Sam finished writing down the two names and stood. Dean and Carol followed in suit.

"Thank you very much for your time Mrs. Lockwood. You have been most helpful." Sam said shaking her hand.

"No problem at all." She said stiffly.

"Before we head out is it alright if we take a look at the office where it all happened?" Dean asked putting on his most sympathetic smile.

"Of course, it's just over here."

Carol led the way to a full oak office with little pictures on the walls and books neatly filling the shelves. The desk was slightly askew as was the paper that had once been stacked neatly. There was a picture with a broken frame on the floor that had remnants of a liquid on it tossed to the side.

"If you need anything I will just be down the hall," Carol said before leaving.

They waited till they could not longer here the clicking of her heels before speaking.

"What are you thinking?" Dean asked.

"I think it's a little funny how this Tyler kid had something going on the same nights as two different murders. From what I read, its been rumored that Tyler's dad was a bully. He could have been involved in the fire and him blacking out? That can't be a simple coincidence."

"The car accident just a cover? Possession maybe?"

"Could be. It's a credible way to keep the cops off his trail. Plus with the Caroline girl simply being focused on her boyfriend could have given him enough time to knock Sarah backward."

"Causing her to fall sideways into the desk."

"Yeah, that's what I am thinking, because in order to fall against this desk to deliver a fatal blow you'd have to fall at least a 45 degree angle and to get there that quickly there has got to be force behind."

Dean was frowning at Sam.

"What?"

"I don't even want to know why you know all that angle crap."

"It's called school, Dean. It helps you learn things." Sam said sarcastically.

"Whatever. Hey where'd you say the room was with all the furniture jacked up with the stakes in the walls?"

"Up stairs. The first door to the left of the staircase."

"Alright, I am going to go see what that was all about. You ok here?"

"Fine."

Dean didn't wait any longer before sneaking back down the hall near the front door to head up the stairs. Once he reached the top he noticed that the room he was looking for was cracked open a tad.

He pushed the door open slowly and looked around there were definitely holes in the walls but no stakes. If it were a demon possession, why would there be stakes here anyway – Dean wondered. The tables and chairs that made up the room were mostly knocked over this way and that. As he scanned the room he noticed a blood stain on the far west wall.

"What are you doing in here?" Carol asked.

Dean immediately faced her, playing it cool. "Looking for the bathroom, but as I came up the stairs I noticed this room looked tossed. Do you want to tell me what happened in here?"

"I don't know."

"You realize that lying to a federal agent is against the law, don't you?" Dean said sizing her up, trying to make her as uncomfortable as possible.

"I do, and since I am not lying I have nothing to worry about." She said keeping her head up.

"How can you not know what's happening in your own house?"

"It was a big party! The whole town was invited. How am I supposed to know exactly what was going on in here?"

"Then how come you didn't call the police and show them that?" He said jabbing his thumb towards the blood on the wall.

"I… I didn't see that. I will call the sheriff and have her here right away."

"Yeah, you do that." Dean said frowning.

Caroline checked her phone one more time before walking swiftly down the hall to where Elena and Stefan stood talking about her recent kidnapping. Caroline felt for the girl she really did but right now she had more important things to discuss with Stefan.

"Hey guys!" She said trying to sound cheerful.

"Hey Caroline," Elena said while Stefan simply nodded.

"Is it ok if I borrow him for just a second?"

"Why, what's going on?" Elena asked.

"Anything you have to tell me I am sure you can say in front of Elena."

Caroline thought it over for a few seconds abs shrugged. There really was no upside "I guess. Well, apparently there's FBI in town investigating Aimee's disappearance and Sarah's death. My mum told me that they just left the Lockwood's after finding blood in the room we used to capture Katherine in upstairs. Now they want to talk to all of us. I am not sure what about but I am getting a really bad feeling guys."

"What?" Elena gasped.

"No, it makes sense. There has been enough death in this town, I am surprised it has taken them this long to actually come out here."

"What are we going to do? We can't just lie to them?" Elena said speaking in hushed yet worried tones.

"We can. We can just compel them to believe us and then they will." Caroline said, a smug smile on her lips

"What about me? Katherine was posing as me, which means some of the havoc she has caused is going to be blamed on me! I can't just compel them like you can."

Stefan stood frowning. "We need to get everyone together. Now."

"Just ditch class?"

"C'mon Elena, it is not like you haven't done it before." Caroline kept up the smug attitude.

"Yeah, Elena you get Jeremy and Alaric. I'll get Damon. Caroline, get Tyler and Bonnie. You are also going to have to compel Matt not to remember what he did. He can't know about us. Meet back at the boarding house in fifteen minutes," Stefan said quickly. "Go, now."

Elena gave Stefan a worried glance before heading to Jeremy's first class.

"Please tell me there is a worth while reason that we were all getting together," Damon spat.

"Caroline, tell them."

Caroline quickly relayed the message about the FBI to the others.

"Great," Bonnie said.

"This will be easy have them talk to me and they will be out of our hair." Damon said shrugging from the corner. "I can easily make them believe that there is nothing here and we will move on."

"Damon that won't work." Caroline said.

"And why not?" He asked squinting at her.

"Because they don't want to talk to you."

"But I can still talk to them, easy as that. They wont even get to you all." He smiled again before sipping his scotch.

Alaric nodded. "This could work. If Damon gets to them before they get to any of you then we are set. They will leave town like nothing happened"

"Am I the only one who thinks this is crazy?" Elena said her voice one octave away from hysterical. "Of course you two are ok because they aren't interested in you. Aimee was last seen with 'me', how do I explain that it wasn't me but some stupid vampire twin who was set out to destroy my life?"

"Calm down," Jeremy said throwing a reassuring arm around her. "If Damon talks to them they wont be coming after any of us."

"Yeah, calm down. Yours was not the only life ruined by the psycho bitch." Damon said looking to Elena. This caused her heart to audibly pick up its pace, something that caused confusion in her. She had never reacted to Damon that way before.

Stefan looked around the room at everyone before settling on Tyler. "How come you are so quite?"

"I don't see what I am supposed to say. If Damon can take care of it, then fine/" Tyler said not making eye contact.

"You are too calm. You aren't freaking out about the fact that we may know something about Aimee's disappearing act, or that you in fact did kill Sarah, or maybe the fact the Elena just said freaky vampire twin? Now, why else would you be so calm, unless, you already knew the truth." Damon ranted standing and moving closer to Tyler. "Who told you?"

"Who cares? I know and that is that."

"Was it Caroline? She is the only one stupid enough to run her mouth." He glanced over to her angrily.

"Don't talk about her like that." Tyler said standing up straighter in attempt to match himself to the vampire in front of him.

"Aww, cute. You want to stand up for her. That's all fine and good but how are we to know that you aren't going to try and get us killed later?" Damon demanded moving his face to be within inches of Tyler's.

"Because I cant. You know that. To get you all killed would be to get me killed. I can't do that. I am a fucking werewolf!"

This caused a stir in the room.

"Yes, and werewolves are excessively inconvenient for me." He answered through clenched teeth.

"Damon, stop it." Stefan said moving up behind his brother. "He deserves to know. He has no one but us. We don't need another enemy. Right now we need to worry about the Feds that are here. Now, Caroline, what did your mum say was their names?"

"Agents Elliot and Collen."

Damon snorted and Alaric grinned.

"What's so funny?" Bonnie demanded.

"Elliot and Collen, like the guys from Def Leppard?" Damon continued laughing.

"Coincidence?" Caroline asked clearly not as amused.

"Maybe. Maybe not. I'll find out. Where were they staying?"

"Mystic Pines."

"Alrighty then. I'll be back." Damon said gracing everyone with an evil smirk. "I suggest the rest of you get back to school before people start to notice."

Dean parked the Impala in the front of the visitors parking at the only high school in town. The pair exited the vehicle and headed towards the entrance. A cute, cocoa-colored woman in the attendance office greeted them.

"Hello ma'am I'm agent Elliot and this is Agent Collen," Sam said as the duo once again raised their badges, "and we were wondering if we could speak with a couple of your students today regarding a serious investigation."

"Does this have anything to do with Aimee Bradley?" She asked looking genuinely concerned.

"Yes, among other things." Dean replied.

"These are the students we need."

The attendance lady read the names and punched them into the computer individually writing down the class they were supposed to be in at that very moment.

"I'll have Callie here take you down to each classroom where you can conduct your questions."

"Thank you." Sam said.

Callie, was a short blond who wore short shorts and a tight pink t-shirt that read Double Bubble across the front. She eyed both of the brothers with hungry eyes.

Dean licked his upper lip and smiled flattered by the obvious pleasure he saw there. Sam looked at him incredulously.

"Dude, jail-bait," He said over annunciating his words.

"I know. I wouldn't even think of it."

Sam raised his eyebrow in disbelief. They arrived at the first class.

Callie announced to the teacher that they needed Tyler Lockwood. She turned around to face them after a minute, "He isn't here." She said in a high-pitched voice.

They brothers shared a knowing glance before having Callie take them to the next class.

Caroline was gone too.

Elena as well.

Stefan not there either.

"Imagine that." Dean said sarcastically.

The last class they arrived at was Matt Donovan's. He was actually there.

"Hello Matt, I am agent Collen, and this is my partner Agent Elliot. We'd like to ask you a couple questions about the night of Sarah's murder." Dean said.

"Sarah's murder? I thought it was an accident?" Matt asked confused.

"Was it?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, Tyler and I we were drinking and I guess I just snapped for a bunch of things that happened in the past. I mean we are friends but he's kinda been a dick lately."

"How so?" Dean asked.

"Well, like the time he made out with my mum. What kind of a best friend does that? He gets on my case about me dating Caroline like it was a terrible thing to do and then he almost gets her killed. Yeah it might not have been his fault but still."

"Almost got her killed how?"

"We were all in a car accident almost a month ago. It was pretty harsh. Care almost died."

"You were in the accident with Tyler?"

"Yeah, and so was Caroline."

"Interesting. What happened that night?" Sam prodded.

"His dad told us to go home. We were all at the Grille. He gave Tyler the keys to his car and he told Tyler to take us home. Then while we were driving Tyler kept asking if we'd heard anything. We hadn't but it seemed like it was causing him physical pain. Then, he lost control of the car."

"That's everything that happened?" Dean asked frowning.

"Yeah, everything I remember." Matt answered honestly.

"Thank you. You can go back now."

After Matt went back into the classroom the two brothers headed back up towards the front.

"So it wasn't a cover. He really did black out." Dean said.

"Yeah, but the noise he was talking about, that caused him pain. Could be linked to the other people from that night?"

"It's possible."

The drive back to the motel was quite both men lost in their own internal musings. As they parked, they were approached by a man who looked to be in his mid to late twenties, about 5'10", medium build, with shaggy black hair and ice blue eyes.

"Sweet ride." He said smiling.

Dean looked over to the blue '67 Chevy Camero SS the man was leaning on and nodded. "Yes, same to you."

"You wouldn't happen to be the two FBI agents in town would you? Because I would really love it if you were."

Sam frowned but still nodded in acknowledgement.

"Who's asking?" Dean said.

Damon smiled and shoved his way off his car and extended his hand first to Dean then to Sam, both of which shook it quickly. "Name's Damon Salvatore."

"Salvatore? Any relation to Stefan?" Sam asked quickly.

"Yes, in fact, he is my brother." He smiled innocently. "Now, how would two upstanding gentleman of the law know Stefan? He isn't in trouble again is he?"

"We aren't for sure yet, but we'd love to have a chat with him." Dean said returning the faux innocence.

"I'm sorry but that isn't going to happen." Damon looked into their eyes and used his compulsion as he spoke. "You are to leave Mystic Falls because there is nothing going on out of the ordinary here. The girls died by natural causes only and you are to forget the names of the people you were going to interrogate. Leave town by tonight." Damon's last words were a warning any sane person would have taken heed to.

"Of course." Dean nodded with Sam agreeing silently from behind. "Leave town tonight. We understand."

"Good. Now forget you met me." Damon said waltzing back over to his car giddily and sliding into the seat. He gave a small finger wave and a sadistic grin before he left.

Sam and Dean stood there for a moment before heading to their room. Once inside the boys sat across from each other on their beds.

"That proof enough for you that there is something weird going on around here?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. What the hell was that guy?" Dean asked frowning.