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Summary: After being resurrected from Hell, Dean follows Castiel's request and drags Sam to Mystic Falls to find a girl that might just be the key to stopping Lucifer. But when they get there, they find the town overrun with vampires and encounters the beautiful nineteen year old, Elena Gilbert, and her powerful guardian, Bonnie Bennett. With reluctance on both Elena and Dean's parts, the group begins to travel together, leaving a trail of sexual tension between Dean and Elena wherever they go. However, wherever they go, trouble seems to follow Elena and Castiel has yet to spill. What's so special about Elena? And why is she so damned important?

Chapter 1

~One year and three months later~

"Let me get this straight: you want to drive to Mystic Falls, Virginia to find a girl that is supposedly the key to ending Lucifer once and for all," Sam Winchester inquired, staring at a tired looking Dean Winchester. Dean hadn't slept very well last night, haunted by visions of and memories of blood and pain. Dean turned to him weary hazel-green eyes and sighed.

"Yep." Was the only reply Sam got. Sam rolled his own pale blue eyes and groaned, sitting back in his chair. Great! Just as they were about to go to another town to fix their ghost situation, Castiel comes with another fucking plan. And where was their favorite little angel? Oh yeah, in the land of who-the-fuck-ever-knows! Isn't that swell?

"Do we even know anything about the girl?" Dean pulled out a single sheet of paper from the glove department and handed it to his brother. Sam stared down at the paper and had to admit; she was a beauty. The picture probably didn't do her enough justice, but he liked what he saw. She had an oval shaped face with high cheekbones, olive skin and almond-shaped brown eyes. She wasn't smiling at the camera, so he was pretty sure she hadn't wanted to take this picture. Smooth, long dark brown hair framed her face and fell around her shoulders.

"Elena Gilbert. She's nineteen years old and a student at Mystic Falls University," Dean said as they made a right turn. Dean had never glanced at the picture. He simply read what he needed to read. He glanced at the sign to see that they were five miles from Mystic Falls. "She's been there for a little over a year now. Her parents died in a car crash last year."

"But why her? She seems like a normal college girl," Sam said, reading the paper fully. "She's a forensic-psychology major and is minoring in English. She's an honor student, a former cheerleader and gymnast and she plays tennis." Sam put the paper down. "The most normal girl I've seen." Dean smirked.

"Yeah, well, Cass thinks she needs protection," he told him. "And check this: the town's infested by vampires." Sam raised an interested eyebrow.

"And you know this how?" Dean nodded to the glove department and Sam found a thick file. Glancing at his older brother momentarily, Sam flipped through it, catching articles of murders and death reports.

"Fifty people in the last week," Dean stated as they drove past the welcoming sign to Mystic Falls. Fleetingly, Dean noticed the dark clouds above the town. Last he had checked, Mystic Falls was supposed to be sunny today with cool winds. Something seemed off here. "All were completely drained with identical bite marks along their throats."

"Cass knows how to pick 'em, doesn't he?" Sam exclaimed and Dean nodded in agreement, ready to find this fucking girl and get the hell out of this damn town.

Oooooo

"Were you following me?" Elena asked breathlessly and her eyebrows rose in suspicion. She'd been taking a jog through the path of the forest, following the river. Although music had been playing in her ears, she felt a prickling sensation on her skin and concluded that someone was watching her. When she turned around, she saw some strange guy with brown hair.

"No…I was just taking a walk and happened to see you," he said smoothly, removing his shades to reveal piercing green eyes. Elena nodded, taking the buds from her ears. She eyed him suspiciously.

"Of course." Her response was quick and laced with a sarcastic edge. The guy – who did not look too bad, if Elena wanted to be honest – smiled at her slightly, flashing pearly white teeth.

"I attend school with you. Mystic U?" Elena juggled through her memories before recalling seeing him before. It was one the Honor's Literature courses. The teacher had called her out on something and he had been the one to set the teacher right on something that Elena honestly hadn't cared about.

"Umm, yeah. Stefan Salvatore, right?" Stefan's smile grew as Elena said his name, eyes sparkling. For some reason, Elena felt really unattractive in some black sweats, a loose tank top under a hoodie and sneakers. Subconsciously, she smoothed back her smooth hair, which was tied back into a high ponytail. "I'm Elena Gilbert."

"Sophomore." Elena nodded. Stefan glanced around them, noting the gray sky and cool forest. "Do you always run out here on your own?" There was something strange about his tone, something Elena couldn't quite put her finger on. But she exhaled deeply, body still extremely warm from her run.

"No," she replied with a small smile. "I um…volleyball practice was cancelled today and I needed the run. Haven't been feeling light on my feet lately." Elena fought hard not to show her emotions as a wave of disgust erupted inside of her when Stefan blatantly appraised her body. She yanked the zipper of her hoodie up, effectively cutting off all sight of her boobs. Stefan's eyes flicked up to her face in amusement.

"Everything looks in shape to me," he purred and Elena suddenly felt the need to run. Something was extremely off with this guy and his presence caused a chill to stab her spine. Elena nodded.

"Thanks," she replied, not sure if she was supposed to react to him. Picking up her ear buds, she smiled as politely as she could. "Well, I better go. My friend is waiting for me." Get back to Bonnie. Get back to Bonnie became the little chant in Elena's head as she took small steps to keep some distance between herself and Stefan. Stefan chuckled at her.

"There's a lockdown tonight in Reed Hall," he informed her and Elena faintly recalled Bonnie telling her she wanted to go. She wondered faintly if it had been a good idea to consent now knowing that he would probably be there. "Are you going?"

"Maybe." Don't give him any clues. Just leave it open. Elena even shrugged nonchalantly for good measure. Stefan nodded.

"Well, hopefully you'll come." He grinned at her and Elena thought she saw something flash in his eyes, but then it disappeared on her. "I'll be seeing you around, Elena Gilbert." Elena nodded.

"Sure." She couldn't have gotten out of there fast enough.

Ten minutes later, Elena pushed herself through the front door of the old, Victorian era house and collapsed against the wall breathlessly. Bonnie Bennett smirked from the kitchen doorway, drying out a big bowl with a towel.

"Long run?" She inquired and Elena shook her head, slowly pushing herself to her feet.

"Hardly," the olive-skinned beauty replied dryly and followed her best friend into the kitchen to see a fresh batch of chocolate-chip cookies. "This guy was following me in the woods and we were talking. He was cute, but…" Elena trailed off and grabbed a soft cookie, biting into it and letting the chocolate melt on her tongue. Bonnie smirked at the momentary look of pleasure on Elena's face at eating the cookie and inwardly crowed in victory.

"But what?"

"I don't trust him," Elena admitted. "I don't trust a lot of people, but he was just…off. I could just feel it. I don't think it's a good idea to go to that thing at school." Bonnie frowned and Sheila Bennett walked into the room, having heard the small talk.

"I do." Both girls turned to the elderly woman who only smiled. "Y'all have been stuck in this house and the only time y'all go out is when your friend Caroline begs you. Tonight is not going to be one of those nights." Elena sighed.

"But Sheila –

"I already made up my mind, Elena," Sheila interrupted and Elena zipped it. Sheila wasn't her grandmother, but she was the closest thing she had to one. And she knew when not to argue with the woman. "I know that I tell you to always be careful and go with your instincts, but I won't let you be afraid for the rest of your life. Go have fun at this sleepover with your classmates. You might find that you actually them." Elena smiled sadly.

"Thanks, Sheila." Elena kissed the elderly woman's cheek gently and Bonnie smiled. It'd been a year and three months since Elena had arrived and finally, she saw her best friend opening up to her grandmother. When Elena had first come, the girl cried herself to sleep every night for an entire month. She'd talk to Jeremy over the phone, eat and sleep. After the first month, Elena kept silent. She barely even spoke to Bonnie. Then she started asking questions about Bonnie and Bonnie's powers. She asked about her parents. Sheila was able to explain the rest. After a while, Elena was still Elena. She just wasn't…the same Elena.

The Elena Bonnie knew was confident, charismatic and playful. She was adventurous and stayed on top of cheerleading. She wrote in a journal almost every single day and always wore the most beautiful, brightest smile Bonnie had ever seen. But now, Elena was quieter, less sociable. She hardly even talked to Caroline, who resented her for some petty reason. Elena refused to cheer, claiming that she didn't "feel like being cheery anymore." She played volleyball to vent her frustrations and only just started using a diary again.

"I'll be watching. Just in case," Bonnie reassured her best friend and Elena nodded in appreciation. "And you might want to pack your birthday present." Elena sighed at the memory.

"Which one?"

"The crossbow," Bonnie replied before getting the milk. Something told her that they'd better enjoy the day now. Because she was pretty sure it wouldn't be pretty at the end of it.

Ooooo

"You look really pretty, Elena," Caroline complimented and Elena really wanted to roll her eyes. She could feel the hostility rolling off in waves from the pretty blonde and the sarcasm in her voice was evident. But Elena didn't care. She hadn't even done anything to the girl, so she could have her bitch fit all she wanted.

"Thanks. I love the dress. It brings out the color of your eyes," she replied and Caroline immediately went into some little story about where she got the blue dress from and how she got a discount on it. She babbled on and on and Elena refused to stop her. It was a good distraction from the constant leering eyes.

Elena didn't understand what was so fucking special about her looks that made people stare. Honestly, she looked normal and people irritated her when they smiled at her before eyeing as if she were a piece of meat. In the midst of her thoughts, she was surprised when Caroline snapped a finger in her face.

"Huh?" Caroline sighed in aggravation and Elena immediately felt bad. She kinda did just zone out on her. But, to Elena's defense, Caroline was only talking to her because Elena was friends with Bonnie.

"Have you met Stefan Salvatore?" Caroline repeated and Elena followed the girl's line of vision to see the guy enter the gymnasium doors. He glanced around him, nodding to a few people emotionlessly. Then his eyes found hers and Elena's breath caught in her throat. She looked away quickly, catching the tail of what appeared to be a smirk on his face.

"Yeah. Earlier today," Elena said distastefully. "We talked." Caroline stared at her in surprise.

"Really? He doesn't have any friends here." Don't doubt that, Elena thought inwardly with a smirk as Caroline continued. "The football team respects him, though. I thought he was playing for the other team." Elena scoffed and peeked at him again. Stefan was actually conversing with a few football players and caught her gaze again. He even had the audacity to wink at them and Elena rolled her eyes in disgust. She was pretty sure Caroline felt like she won a million bucks.

"He's definitely straight." Elena didn't know how that sounded coming out of her mouth. She didn't even think about the tone in her voice. All she knew was that the minute the words came out, Caroline's eyes darkened before the girl covered it with a frosty smile. Great. Just what I needed. An emotionally unstable girl with confidence issues, Elena thought and wondered faintly where Bonnie disappeared to when the dark-skinned beauty returned.

"Found us a spot by the windows," Bonnie said and Elena smiled appreciatively. Caroline gave Bonnie a big smile.

"I'll join you. It'll be our little sleepover." Bonnie nodded with a bright smile and Elena fought the urge to remind them both that the entire thing was supposed to be a sleepover. This was a good night for Bonnie; she didn't want to be the one that ruined it.

If only she didn't feel like this night was going to end badly.

Ooooo

"Looks like this is the place," Dean said and loaded a gun before tucking it in the holster. Sam exhaled deeply, actually wanting a drink. They'd dealt with vampires before and back then, he thought they'd been done. Obviously, not. "A bunch of unsuspecting sophomores and juniors who thought they could get a night to study and get to know each other. Glad I never had to go through this." Sam chuckled.

"You can say that again," Sam replied. "Think we'll be able to get the girl without any problems?" Dean chortled at him.

"Wishful thinking, Sammie. Wishful thinking." The brothers shared a small laugh, knowing damn well things never ran smoothly for them. "Let's go!" Before Dean could get any further, Sam grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Hey, man. Are you sure you're okay?" Dean gave Sam a hard look, narrowing his eyes at him.

"Seriously? We're about to go shoot up a shitload of vampires for this random chick and you wanna go there right now? Really, Sam?" Sam sighed.

"Look, Dean. I've noticed, alright? The nightmares. The zoning out." Dean tensed immediately and glared at Sam even harder. "Dude, you know I'm here if you wanna talk. But you need to trust –

A scream tore through the air, piercing through the silence of the night. Dean glanced between the building and his brother, giving his brother an almost pleading look.

"Sam –

"This conversation is not over," the younger Winchester snapped and Dean rolled his eyes.

"Whatever."

Ooooo

Elena threw herself into the empty pool room and slammed the door shut behind her, locking it. She then ran along the side of the pool, its blue lights being the only true source of light she had in the room. Glancing behind her occasionally, she raced up the bleachers until she got to the top and slid down beneath it, trying her hardest not to make a sound.

She lost Bonnie. The one person she knew that could keep her safe and she lost her. Her mother was probably rolling around in her grave right now. Breathing quickly, Elena dug into her duffel bag and pulled out her crossbow.

Back in September, Sheila gave Elena this strange box as a birthday present. A few days later, Sheila had her outside and made her open it, revealing the beauty. It was light in Elena's hands and was black, accented by silver details. The armguard was very soft and wrapped around Elena's arm comfortably. And to be honest, Elena felt really badass with it, even though she was still a rookie. She could shoot on occasion, but she knew she had a long ways to go. Sighing, Elena strapped it on and loaded it. She pulled out a small quiver and hung it over her shoulder. Dumping her bag under the bleacher, she took quiet steps down the stairs, listening to the room.

The night had started simple enough. They studied for history, Elena completed her psychology assignment with a few classmates and then joked around. Come to find out, Caroline was actually really cool once she dropped the icy Barbie act. She and Elena both were head cheerleaders, they loved romance movies (Bonnie favored books), and all three loved brownies. Luckily, Bonnie had packed a few and Caroline and snuck in a bottle of scotch for them to sip on. It had been simply a night for the sophomores to bond more and to include some of the freshman. Elena had actually relaxed and brought her guard down, even getting up the courage to talk to a few guys. Then, things turned southward.

Before Elena knew it, a scream stole the happy and safe atmosphere and traded it with something dark and truly terrifying. One of the girls who had been loud and flirting with a lot of guys earlier in the night became extremely quiet. So, one of her friends went to look for her and then a group. After fifteen minutes, people started realizing the missing classmates. But before any could decide a strategy, the first girl was thrown through the gymnasium doors, dead and her throat practically torn. Everything blurred past Elena without her realizing it.

Bonnie and Caroline had tugged her out through a secret door and then the crowd was with them. Amidst that, Elena had managed to keep her bag and somehow the crowd made her lose Bonnie's hand. Before she knew it, she was on the second floor of Reed Hall and was currently residing in the pool room. Elena gasped as her phone buzzed in her pocket and she whipped it out to see a text for Bonnie, thank God.

Caroline got me out. Srry I lost u. Where r u?

Bonnie

Elena sighed in relief and texted her response. Smiling one more time at the phone, she tucked it back into her pocket. Just as she was about to run a hand through her hair, Elena gasped.

"Where did you just come from?" Elena asked, narrowing her eyes at the male suspiciously. His face resembled one of concern, but Elena knew that she shouldn't trust him. And she didn't.

"I just ran from those…things. I don't even know what they are," he exclaimed worriedly, though the worry never actually reached his eyes. Elena clutched the crossbow tightly in her right hand, eyeing him warily. Stefan stared at it with a raised eyebrow. "What are you doing with that?"

"I think you already know." Stefan chuckled at her response, shoving his hands into his pockets. He took a careful step towards her, but Elena tensed and took a few steps back, poised to pull the text. Stefan sighed in defeat and Elena swore his eyes darkened at her. A chill raced through her.

"Well…then there's only one thing left to do," he said and Elena found her chest constricting painfully.

With a snarl, Stefan lunged and Elena found herself on the ground with him straddling her, his hands around her arms, effectively pinning her body down. Stefan growled down at her face, baring glinting teeth that frightened the hell out of her. They looked sharp and fear tugged at Elena's senses, begging her to take some action. Elena struggled to move under him and then stilled when Stefan sniffed her throat deeply, tongue reaching out to lick her skin. Repulse slapped her in the face and made her skin crawl. "Do you know why they call me Ripper Stefan, Elena?"

"I really don't give a fuck," she replied and pulled the trigger, causing an arrow to sink into Stefan's abdomen. He gasped and rolled off her. Elena raced to her feet and stood over his body as he full out laughed at her, standing up slowly.

"Did you really think that that would work?" He inquired, amused. This human girl was interesting when he met her and now, he knew he had to keep her around just to fuck with her. Didn't she know that vampires couldn't be killed by little arrows? Elena smirked knowingly, an evil glint in her pretty brown eyes.

"Actually, it did," she replied and Stefan started to move, but found that his feet were locked to the ground. Elena smirk grew at his surprised expression. "The funny thing about vampires are that you guys can't be killed by much. But if the blood of a dead person hits your system, you can die." Stefan glowered at her, wanting nothing more than to sink his teeth into her throat and suck until every last drop of her life essence left her body.

"What did you do?"

"Paralyzed you. So, I can do this." Elena raised her left leg – thanking God for blessing with her enough flexibility – and kicked Stefan hard, sending him flying into the pool. Exhaling deeply, she ran to the doors.

It was only a matter of time before the paralysis would wear off and Stefan would be after her again. Elena hurriedly ran out of the room and down the hallway, knowing she had to get to the stairs before she could get out of the building. Just as she was about to run through the doors to the stairway, they were swung open and Elena skidded to a halt as she was met by the most beautiful hazel-green eyes she had ever laid eyes on.

"Down," a rough voice commanded and she obediently sank into a crouch. The strange man's hand shot out and he threw a shiny looking disc thing that kinda looked sharp along the edges. She heard a sickening sound and turned gasp.

Stefan's body collapsed to the ground, his head completely cut off his body. Blood pooled around it and from his throat. She gaped in horror before slowly rising to her feet, loading another arrow into the crossbow and aiming it at the strange man before her, who was actually aiming a gun at her.

"Who the hell are you?" She demanded and he raised an inquisitive eyebrow at her, piercing her with those hypnotizing eyes.

"The man that just saved your damn life," he replied and Elena knew he had her at that. "Who are you?"

"Elena. Elena Gilbert." Dean stared at her in surprise.