Author's Note:

Reviews are always welcomed! I've decided to edit the first two chapters, hence why they're different. Chapter three should be up soon! Sorry for keeping you guys waiting! I've been a bit stumped with the story.

Supernatural: Takes place sometime after the pilot & before season two.

The Vampire Diaries: No set season/book.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the Vampire Diaries.

After a few beers too many, Sam was falling off of his seat. He had yet to completely fall, but Elena wasn't sure if she was going to steady him the next time he leaned.

Someone can't handle their alcohol. Elena thought as she secretly rolled her eyes at him. Humans could be so pathetic at times. Her eyes flickered to his face.

He was starting at his empty bottle, looking at it like it was the most interesting thing in the universe. Elena smiled.

Why had she chose Sam out of all the guys she had seen today? What was so special about him? Maybe it was because he wasn't a city boy. Or because of his good looks. Whatever the reason, she knew one thing for sure. This was definitely a guy she wanted to spend more time with. He was going to be an exciting play toy.

"Why are you here?" Elena asked him once more. The first time he didn't exactly answer the question.

"Multiple reasons. For example, to get away from the stress of the job."

She wanted to ask him about this 'job' but she decided against it. "What's another?"

He shrugged. "Get away from my family?" The tone of his voice made it seem like he was uncertain if it actually was a reason.

She decided not to bother him about it. What did it matter? If she wanted to know that bad, all she had to do was either peer into his mind or compel him. What a bore that would be. She'll save it for later.

"I was thinking..." Elena paused and leaned closer to Sam. She gave him a teasing smile, laying her hand on his shoulder.

"Thinking w-what?"

Putting her mouth to his ear, she spoke. "Of heading home. With you." Her lips brushed his ear, causing him to shiver.

Seeing the reaction she had received, she leaned away and hopped off the bar stool. She took him by the hand, dragging him off of his seat. Leaving money on the counter, Elena proceeded to the door. The cold night air greeted her face. She walked down the sidewalk, her clicking heels sounding loud in the silence.

Where are the people? Wasn't this a city just bursting with life not too long ago? Sam thought to himself as Elena flagged down a taxi. He opened the car door and let her get in. He sat beside her, taking notice of the creepy driver.

Soon the cab pulled up to a ranch style home. Sam paid the driver and the two got out. In a flash Elena abandoned Sam and ran up the driveway, going to the front door. She unlocked it and ran inside. After a fe seconds passed he followed her in, shutting the door behind him. He didn't see her anywhere.

"Make yourself comfortable!" She called from somewhere in the house.

He stood there with his hands in his pockets. He pretended to be studying a photo of Elena and a big bay gelding. When she reappeared he didn't notice until she coughed. Looking up, he saw that she had tied her hair up with a pink silky ribbon.

"Do you like horses?" She asked, standing beside him. She studied the picture for a few moments before looking at him.

He shrugged. "I was never really around them."

"I see." She pursed her lips. "You do know why you're here, don't you?"

Sam didn't answer. He did know but he didn't want to admit it. It was unlike Sam to go off with some random girl for a one night stand. That was more of Dean's thing.

"Playing shy?" She asked, wrapping her arms around his neck. She had to stand on the top of her toes, considering he was extremely tall. Before Sam could respond, she kissed him gently on the lips.

After pulling away, she made her way upstairs with him to her bedroom. For a female's room, it was awfully plain. There wasn't much color beside the red bedspread.

"You're no..."

"No."

"Good."

"Kiss me." She demanded. He didn't need to be compelled to obey.


The next morning Sam woke up in an unfamiliar place.

Where was he? This wasn't his hotel room.

"Morning, sunshine." He heard a voice call from the door. He looked and saw he, then he remembered everything.

Suddenly, he shot out of bed. He ran for the bathroom, slamming the door. He threw up what was left in his stomach, feeling like crap. Stupid hangover. He flushed the toilet and washed his hands, wishing he had a toothbrush.

"There's an extra underneath the sink!" Elena called from the other room.

It's like she had read his mind. He got it out, applied toothpaste, and brushed away the nasty taste. He exited the bathroom to find Elena fully dressed and ready for the day. Her hair was tied up with the same pink ribbon as the night before.

"Drink too much last night?" She chuckled, coming over to poke him.

He nodded. "I'm not so good at handling alcohol."

"It's noticeable."

"So did we...?" He began and she nodded.

"Yup. Now go get dressed and we'll head out for some coffee. My treat." She winked and walked out of the room.

That's when he realized the only article of clothing he had on was his boxers.


They arrived at a local café in town a half an hour later. Sam ordered a coffee while Elena ordered a croissant. They found an isolated table in the corner and sat.

"Tell me everything." Elena commanded, using compulsion.

"My name is Sam Winchester. My family consists of my older brother Dean and my father, John. My mother, Mary, died when I was only a baby. There had been an incident and she was killed in a ceiling fire. It was caused by the yellow eyed demon. Ever since then, my father has been hunting, looking for that son of a bitch. In the process, he has also hunted demons, ghosts, anything you can think of. He has yet to find him. That's how the 'family business' started-saving people, hunting things. He made Dean and I hunt. As I got older, I was sick of it. My father was never happy with me, especially when I informed him I wanted a normal life. It was always my brother who got the praise. He practically idolizes my dad. I left hunting at one point. My intention was to leave it behind for good. Why would I want to continue? Our mother was dead. Even if we found her killer and killed whatever it was, she wouldn't come back to life. I ran off to Stanford. My relationship with my family then shattered. I didn't talk to either of them until Dean showed up on my doorstep not too long ago. He explained dad wasn't back from his hunting trip, which was a bit unusual. I agreed to go with him in search of my father. We didn't find him but we found his journal. One that had coordinates. I ended up going back though, allowing Dean to deal with it. But...something happened. My girlfriend, Jessica...she was killed. The same way my mother was. By the same damn demon. That's when I turned back to hunting. Ever since then we've been hunting things on the side while at the same time looking for our dad."

Elena raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow, intrigued by this new information. She had to admit, she would have never guessed what she had gotten herself into. A guy with a family of hunters? This should be interesting. In her mind she smiled wickedly.


When Dean woke up the next morning after Sam had left, he noticed the bed beside him was empty. He immediatly jumped up, looking around the room for his younger brother.

"Sammy?" He called.

Sam wasn't anywhere to be found. He went out to the Impala to find that it too was gone.

"I'm going to kill him." He said through gritted teeth. Taking out his phone, he dialed the youngest Winchester's number. No answer.

"Where he hell are you! You better not harm my baby!" Dean fumed as he left a voice mail.