Chapter 1: Until the Sun Comes Up

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Supernatural or the Vampire Diaries characters

A/N: So this is my first fanfiction so I don't know if it'll be any good but I'm giving it a shot. This idea has been in my mind for a while now but I wasn't sure if I would be able to put it into words and do the idea justice but I gave it a shot so here it is. Wish me good luck. :/

The title for the fic is based off the song Colors by Halsey and the title of the chapter is based off the song The Fool by a band called The Rubens. Most of the chapter titles are going to be based off songs because I always think it is fun to read fanfiction while listening to a song to add to the atmosphere.

In this story the Vampire Diaries universe mixes with the Supernatural universe but most of it will be focused around Supernatural characters rather than the Vampire Diaries characters as the story moves along. This is set during Season 3-4 of TVD and before Season 10 of SPN but will probably move onto the events of Season 10 later.

'Going to talk to the residents and see what they think'. Yeah, sure. Sam knew exactly what Dean meant by that. Any 'talking' he would be doing was in bed with some random drunk girl minus the talking, and the clothes and Sam would be stuck sleeping in the Impala for the rest of the night.

Dean walked into the Mystic Grill, the local restaurant and sat at the bar putting on a sulk which was bound to attract some desperate girl wanting a cheap one night stand. Besides, what girl didn't want to hook up with a guy who looked just as lonely and broken as she did? Though, the pout that played on his face wasn't completely fake, the case the Winchesters had been working on left them totally dumbfounded.

After finishing a case in Atlanta, Sam had read about a couple of mysterious deaths that took place in a small town called Mystic Falls in Virginia which were all passed off as animal attacks. Yeah, they've heard that one too many times for it to be even remotely possible, plus, they've never heard of any animal that has the ability to completely drain a human body of blood. At first, it sounded like a regular vampire attack but after close inspection they found that pretty much every person in this goddamn town walked around in daylight and the bite marks on the victim's bodies weren't consistent with bite marks coming from a vamp. Not to mention, the sheriff hadn't mentioned anyone who drew in suspicion and she insisted that she personally knew everyone who lived in the town.

This practically left them with zero leads hence Dean's presence at the bar which was earning him a few looks from other customers, who didn't particularly enjoy the company of newcomers. He realised this. What he didn't realise was the man and woman whom he and Sam had spoken to earlier, eyeing him from the back of the establishment sharing opposite sides of a booth table.

...

The sheriff had recommended that the two 'FBI agents' visit Damon Salvatore who consulted her for most of the cases that popped up so off they went to the large brick house residing at the edge of the town.

Dean slowed the Impala to a stop with both Winchesters staring at the boarding house with astonishment. Dean was the first to break the silence.

"Creepy."

"Dean, c'mon, we've seen worse," Sam replied as Dean raised his eyebrows in agreement.

They stepped out of the car holding their gazes on the house as both car doors shut simultaneously.

The two walked towards the archway – which provided the entrance with shelter – sporting their signature tuxedos and almost immediately, Dean's eyes fell on the dark baby blue car parked under the archway.

"A 1969 Chevy Camaro Convertible! Have I died and gone to heaven?" Dean said with admiration in his voice as he eyed the car from left to right and back again.

His eyes glanced over at Sam who was giving him a pointed look.

"What?"

Sam sighed and turned back to the door.

Dean rolled his eyes in disappointment as the two walked to the front door, Dean glancing back at the car every three seconds.

"Dude, will you stop that," Sam snapped at Dean as he knocked on the door.

"It's just so beautiful," Dean whined earning him an eye roll.

The two brothers waited patiently but were left with no answer.

"Maybe he's not home," Sam wondered glancing around the residence.

"Well then, maybe we should just go and–"

"Yes?" A female voice spoke up as the door flung open, the annoyance in her voice spoke volumes as to how she was feeling about the two men standing front of her.

She had jet black hair that moved to form a brown gradient at the ends which fell just past her shoulder blades in waves which greatly complimented her tan skin and blue eyes. She wore dark blue wash jeans paired with a loose white tank, and black combat boots.

"Uh yes, I'm Special Agent Bonham and this is my partner Special Agent Copeland and we're here investigating the recent animal attacks," Dean spoke up getting out his badge, Sam doing the same.

"Uh huh," she replied narrowing her eyes at Sam, "And why are the FBI looking into animal attacks?" she said shifting her eyes back to meet Dean's gaze.

"We're just checking up, making sure everything is in order," Sam joined in.

"It'll be easier if you just let us in," Dean responded, his eyes analysing the girl.

The girl's glasz eyes glanced between the two brothers before she sighed and fully opened the door.

"Fine," she said, her voice still showing traces of disbelief as she stepped to the side to the let the men in.

"What do you want?" She continued as she shut the door and walked down the entryway behind the Winchesters who were examining the place up and down.

Acknowledging the tension in the air, Dean glanced at his younger brother, before turning around, his brother mirroring his action momentarily.

"Uh, well, we actually hoping to talk to a Damon Salvatore, and I'm guessing you're not him," he said with a small smile hoping to soften the girl's expression only to receive an eyebrow raise paired with an expressionless face.

"Well, you're not wrong," a voice spoke up from behind them.

The girl broke eye contact to glance behind the two men as they slowly turned to face the direction of the voice.

"Uh hi, you must be Damon Salvatore, Sheriff Forbes said we could talk to you about the recent animal attacks that have occurred over the past few weeks," Sam opened up the discussion, breaking the tension between them and the girl.

"Ah, yes," Damon said a plastic smile appearing on his face which went unnoticed by the Winchesters, "Sit down." He insisted as he walked towards the small tray of bourbon as he poured himself a drink, the smile still plastered on his face.

Sam responded by returning the smile as he and his brother stepped down from the entryway into the fairly large living room, taking a seat on one of the burgundy couches.

The girl whose name still remained unknown to the visitors, followed them and sat on the matching couch directly opposite to theirs, crossing her arms and glaring at the older Winchester whereas Dean looked everywhere but into her cold stare.

Damon returned with his drink as he took a seat next to the girl, his eyes bouncing from her face to Dean's.

"Don't mind Kat here, she's just having a long day," Damon said smiling at her breaking the not so comfortable silence.

She frowned at Damon before uncrossing her arms and softening her expression.

"Well, anyway, we just wanted to discuss the–"

"Animal attacks. What's there to discuss?" Damon interrupted Dean, putting on his signature smirk and throwing his arms up for emphasis.

"Mystic Falls is surrounded by a whole heap of forests, it's not anything out of the ordinary," He continued as he got up to refill his glass, "There's all sorts of creatures lurking out there."

"I bet," Dean muttered under his breath. The statement didn't go unnoticed by the two vampires earning him a quick glance from both.

Sam cleared his throat, "Well, how many animals do you know that drain the blood completely from their victims?"

"You're saying it's not animals? If it's not animals what else could it be?" Damon countered.

Dean and Sam shared an uncomfortable look.

Cate smirked. Act dumb. Good plan.

Not bothering to get into the unnecessary and gory details the brothers decided to say their farewells.

"Well, uh, I think we're done here," Dean responded while he and Sam got up.

"Thank you for your help," said Sam as they walked towards the door.

"Always happy to help," Damon replied following them to the door, the plastic smile appearing on his face once more as he opened said door for the visitors.

"Goodbye," He said as the two brothers left the residence.

Damon slammed the door and swiftly turned to give Kat a wide eyed look of shock.

"Well they're hunters. That much is obvious," she smiled.

"I blame you," Damon pointed at her before returning to his glass of liquor.

"Me? What did I do?" Kat snapped, the smile fading from her lips.

"Are you going to deny that your boyfriend turned her or?" Damon queried pointing upstairs.

"Okay, one, Kol is not my boyfriend. Two, how is it my fault that he turned her? He was just having some fun! She's just a bad vampire!"

"Speaking of…" Damon quickly got a blood bag from the basement, "It's feeding time," he said as he tossed Cate the bag.

She caught the bag with ease, sighing and rolling her eyes. She sped up to the upstairs room and closed the door behind her.

She looked around the room. Empty.

"Carrie, where are you?" She sing-songed.

A timid girl with brown hair and pale skin stepped out of the bathroom.

"Here," Cate tossed the bag towards her, "You need to feed."

"Why can't I go outside?" Carrie questioned as she caught the bag.

"We tried that already. You went all bloodlust crazy, remember?"

"Let me try again, I'll control it better this time."

Kat scoffed, "I don't think so."

"Kol said that you had to take care of me and–"

"Look," Kat replied with gritted teeth speeding up so she towered over the girl, "You might think that Kol loves you or cares about you. He doesn't. You're a toy to him. A pet. A fun little thing to play with. The only reason he handed you over to me, is because he got bored, and trust me when I say this, I have taken better care of you in the past few weeks than Kol would have in a lifetime."

"But–"

"You only think he cares about you because he turned you. You're sired to him."

"What's–"

"Doesn't matter," Kat replied stepping back, "Drink up," she ordered glancing down at the blood bag.

"I don't even like A negative," Carrie complained staring at the maroon contents with disgust.

"Oh yeah, let me go back and get you another one, we couldn't possibly have you drinking this," Kat growled as she took back the blood bag. "While I'm at it, your majesty, would you like some tea, a hot towel, perhaps?" She continued, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

Carrie rolled her eyes in response.

"No? So drink, up," she snapped as she shoved the bag back into Carrie's chest, turning to leave.

"Oh, and one more thing," she spun back around maintaining eye contact with Carrie's eyes, "You're not going to leave this room and you're going to keep your mouth shut, understand?"

Kat's pupils expanded as they shook and shrunk back down.

"I won't leave with this room and I'll keep my mouth shut," Carrie repeated and resumed drinking from the bag of blood.

"Good."

...

"As far as I'm concerned Kat, I don't wanna die," Damon hissed, "These hunters look like they know what they're doing a–"

"These hunters look like they know what they're doing?" Kat interrupted, "Oh please. If they knew anything about us, they would be chopping our heads of instead of sitting alone at a bar, moping. Besides, shouldn't we be discussing how to kill Klaus instead of discussing how to kill them? They're human, easy pickings."

"I don't get why you want to kill your–"

"Technically he's not my brother."

"She's right Damon," Stefan joined the two, taking a seat next to his brother, "Klaus is more important than a bunch of hunters, considering he wants to drain the life out of Elena."

"Ah Stefan, it's always a delight to see you," Damon sarcastically greeted his younger sibling.

"And right now, I think those two are something to worry about, considering that we aren't completely indestructible," Damon mocked referring to Kat, "Some of us aren't a 1000 plus years old."

"1032. To be exact," Kat replied, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Whatever," Damon hissed back, rolling his eyes.

"Alright, how about a compromise?"

"I'm listening."

"You two figure out how to take care of Klaus, and I, take care of the hunters."

"And how are you going to do that?"

"I have my ways," she replied with a smirk.

"Wait–"

"Bye," Kat sing-songed, getting up and making her way to the bar.

"Hey Matt," Kat greeted the blond bartender as she sat next to Dean.

"Hey," Matt replied before giving Dean two more shots replacing his last two.

"Agent Bonham, fancy seeing you here," Kat greeted Dean, cringing inwardly at the dumb bimbo act she put on.

Dean quickly glanced at the woman sitting adjacent to him before returning his attention back to his drink, clearly uninterested.

"Um, I don't know if you remember me bu–"

"Oh yeah, I remember you. A ball of sunshine, you are," Dean responded, sarcasm obvious from his tone.

"Right, well, uh, I just wanted let you know that, I agree."

"With what?" Dean hissed, his gaze meeting hers.

"Uh, well, I do think those attacks are just more than animal attacks."

"Really?" Dean slightly perked up, immediately more interested than before, hoping he caught a lead.

"Yeah, I do. I mean I don't what they are exactly, but I have a few ideas," Kat said, smirking inwardly knowing that she got him. Hook, line, and sinker.

She continued discussing her 'ideas' with him before the conversation hit more interesting topics such as what she did for a living and what she was doing later that evening. Nurse and nothing yet paired with the sultry voice she applied, seemed to leave him satisfied.

Soon they were heading out of the Grill, heading towards his motel. Kat didn't expect things to go this way, but she didn't mind. As long as she got rid of them somehow.

After an hour of groans, gasps, and moans, the two fell into a comfortable sleep in Dean's bed with Kat's head on his chest, whereas Sam was left to find a somewhat decent position to sleep in before he finally dozed off in the Impala.

A/N: So I was cringing the whole time I was writing the dialogue because I felt like it was so out of character. Please tell me how you found it and PLEASE give me any constructive criticism that is needed whether it's on character development/portrayal, setting development/portrayal, plot or grammatical errors because I really want to make this better and I certainly hope you didn't cringe.