A/N: I don't really know what this is. I just got this idea one night and it will not leave me alone…so this is a story about Caroline and Dean. I own nothing but what you do not recognize…and just so you guys know this is AU but keeping in line with both shows so spoilers for Vampire Dairies s1 through and possible spoilers for Supernatural s1. Caroline is eighteen when this happens and Dean is four years older than her in this story.
A/N:also at then end is a excerpt…it's a poem by Richard Siken…wonderful poet…and there are some lyrics to Dierks Bentley's 'Draw Me A Map" in the next part.
A/N: its a two parter with a possible sequel or something like that. i just don't know but i know for some reason i can't get this pairing out of my head. so here it is...
Characters and parings: Caroline/Dean,
Summary: She meets him while a December storm blew through Mystic Falls. Thunder rolled as snow and ice whirled around the town incasing it in the stuff. He saves her from a man she thought of as a hero.
Caroline eyes the man that she thought of as hero, idol as he drove her to parts unknown. She had no clue where he was taking he should be taking her home but he doesn't he lies to her says, "You'll be safe with me you know me Caroline." Its no lie she does know him has since she was little girl sitting on her daddy's knee. She also remembers (and why she remembers now is beyond her) daddy eyeing the other man with a subtle distaste. She looks out over the road worries about the black ice she can see forming on the road the snow that falls and swirls like pretty lights.
She starts to get really worried when he eyes her in a way that makes her skin crawl. "I want to get out." She says trying to stay calm as she jerks at her seatbelt trying unsuccessfully to free herself. She may not be able to sense danger but she has this unwavering ability at self-preservation. Sometimes it works sometimes it doesn't. That doesn't mean that she won't try like hell though.
He slams her head into the passenger side window splitting her head open. She gasps and brings shaking fingers to the gash on her head. When she pulls them away she is horrified by the amount of blood she sees on her pale fingertips. She looks at him with horror in her eyes and prays for a savior. It comes in the form of a classic beauty its sleek dark lines shining in the head lights. She remembers praying that her 'hero' wouldn't damage the car or whoever was inside.
The car slams on the breaks skidding sideways making the car she was in slide to a stop. And out of the classic beauty comes a god of a man his sandy hair spiky and his eyes blazing with fury. And good lord if he isn't more beautiful than those men that she moons over in those glossy magazines. His body moves with such grace such fluidity that it could only be described as cat like. Not some common house cat but like a tiger or a snow leopard. He's exotic in his beauty his strong cheek bones and those eyes.
He stalks over to the driver side and practically rips off the door and pulls her 'hero'/kidnapper out of the car and stakes him in the heart. Wait did he just stake him. She wants to scream but she cant she's completely captivated by her rescuers eyes. They gleam in the fake light of the car his brow furrowed but then his head jerks at the sound of police sirens her hand goes out to him involuntarily silently asking him not to leave her like this. He turns bright green eyes on her that burn her to her soul. Their un-divisive for a moment before he nods and strides over to her side pulling open the door he pulls her free of her current hell.
He slides strong but gentle hands beneath her thighs as she wraps an arm around his neck. She feels safe cocooned in his warmth in his embrace. Funny it's as safe as she ever remembers being. He runs with her in his arms towards the classic and sets her down on her feet as he opens the door and as she slides onto the warm leather seat she looks over and sees the dried remains of her kidnapper. Her last thought just before she sinks into the darkness was good riddance.
Did she forget to mention she has a pretty wide vicious streak…well yeah it's about a mile wide.
When she wakes up she's looking into green eyes that burn her all the way to her soul. "You're awake. Good." Three words that's what he says is just three words. Not to far from the man she had pictured. Some how she knew that he would be gruff and short. But there was sincerity in his tone he had been genuinely worried about her. She soaks it up like a sponge soaks up water. It's been a long time since someone other than her friends has worried for her.
She tries to sit up but when he puts his hand on her shoulder his touch tender she stops. And not just sitting up but everything. She just stops…
She stops moving breathing even her heart stops. There is electricity in his touch it spins through her rolling around like the storm that rages just outside. Talk about intense.
"My…my name is Care…Caroline Forbes." She stutters shock is finally setting in. When he smiles at her its mega watt. "Dean Winchester." and the shock fades just like that.
green eyes flecked with yellow, dried leaves on the surface of a pool-
You could drown in those eyes, I said.
