Okay guys, so I know the pilot sucked but I kinda didn't know how to start off, although I promise I have all the story planned out so I'd appreciate it if you deal with me now, it gets much better. Please leave a review to let me know what you think, if I should keep this up and if you have anything you would like to see happen. Thanks.

Chapter Two - Corrupted

Caroline Forbes was controlling, she always knew what were the things that she needed and where they needed to go in order to work properly. She was always aware of he hearts desires and what she had to do. But this time she wasn't.

Her nightmares were getting the best of her. Everynight, it was the same thing, she's running through the forest crying, bodies are sprawled all over, bodies of people she knows; Stefan, Damon, Elena, Rebekah, Tyler.. They are just lying there. Blood is pouring out of their chests and a dark figure keeps shooting them. Screams. They escape Caroline's mouth as she begs the man to stop hurting them. He then shoots her too, right in the heart and the last thing she sees is green emmeralds.

Caroline woke up screaming, in the middle of the had been weeks since she had managed to get a good night sleep. What frightened her was how real this looked, almost as if it was a distant memory, from a different lifetime.

Waking up from the dream was the last thing she remeber as she woke up to her sunny room. The yellow air comforted her, she loved waking up in a sun bath. On a saturday. She smiled lightly and walked downstairs to pour herself a cup of coffee.

"Morning." She mumbled as she put two slices of bread on her plate and went to look for the jam in the fridge.

"You're up early. How did you sleep?" Her mother put down the newspaper and Caroline shrugged while biting into one of the toasts.

"What are you doing today?" Changing the subject was always a strong side of hers, she thought as she poured some milk into the coffee mug.

"Work. There has been a new animal attack." Liz gave her daughter a knowing look and turned the newspaper towards her.

Caroline gasped briefly, with a confused look. "It made first page?"

"Mhm, it is after all the first attack in moths. I knew things were going too well." She exhaled deeply and looked at the vampire that was standing in her kitchen.

"Mom, I haven't! I swear!" Caroline threw her hands up in the air as if to show they weren't covered in somebody else's blood.

"I know, I know. And I know it was neither Damon, Elena nor Stefan." Liz smiled warmly and got up from her chair. "What I can't figure out is who, every vampire in this town I have a deal with, they all know better." SHe trailed off and started walking to the door.

"Not every." The words escaped Caroline's mouth as soon as she had thought them. "Kol."

Liz's eyes shot bright with surprise and she nodded.

"I'll handle him." Caroline stepped forward and grabbed her mother's shoulder. "Please, mom. He's an original. I'll talk to him."

After Caroline and her mother had straightened everything out, she quickly got dressed and ran out of the house and towards the Mikaelson mansion.

She was almost there when she passed by a 24 hour diner, and saw a fimiliar face through the window. She decided a few minutes off schedule wouldn't kill anyone, well, she hoped, so she ran inside.

"Decided to stick around after all, huh?" She asked and was pleased when he looked at her with surprise. Then, his eyes shifted uncomfortably towards the other guy, sitting across the table.

"Caroline." He stated. She nodded as if to comfirm. "Caroline, this is my little brother, Sam."

"Nice to meet you." The little brother, who was actually quite bigger, said still a bit confused. Caroline mimicked his reaction and they shook hands, for what seemed like the longest 3 seconds in their lifes.

"You're staying then?" She asked, in a desperate attempt to get a conversation going.

"Yeah. No. For a little longer. Some job just popped up." Dean said stressed and she noticed the newspaper laying open on his side.

Caroline nodded, turned around and simply walked away. She didn't like this. The way he was acting around his brother, as if she was a diseas or something you hide in the closet hoping nobody else finds out you posses. She didn't even know why it bothered her, another asshole in this already asshole-ish place shouldn't bother her that much.

She was already across the street when she felt someone tugging on her sleeve.

"Look, sorry for the way I acted back there, I just got a lot on my mind right now." Dean said, proudly, as if that was the most honnest and detailed explanation he had given his whole life.

"Yeah, so do I. But I took 1 minute and a half to swing by." She rolled her eyes. This was taking too long,she had to go find Kol before the newspapers had another thing to talk about.

"Let me make it up to you, beers tonight?" Dean made an awkward smile and Caroline laughed briefly.

"Sure. 8 o`clock, the Grill." She started walking away and then turned around just to say, "And don't be late." Then she walked away, but she still managed to hear Dean's chuckle behind her back.

xxx

She knocked on the door and it opened in the very same moment, which honestly, scared her a bit. She walked inside the big house and the only thing she could hear was her own foodsteps echoing.

"Kol?Kol!" She started screaming impatiently.

"A, welcome, love. Came around your senses, eh? Decided to try another brother? I know, Klaus is too dull at times, no?" Usually, Caroline loved british accents, but his made her prefer nails on a chalkboard.

"Got news for you, you made front page!" She shot back with anger, as she lift her hand, holding the newspaper for him to see. In half a second he was just in front of her face and read the title aloud.

" 'Animal Attacks once again' , really? Wow, the people in this town are thick." He said with a little laugh.

She rolled her eyes again. "Is it that hard to keep it down to blood banks? And it's not like the hospital isn't giving you any really!"

"There's no thrill, love. I like drinking from the source."

"Then compell them, drink and let them be! Don't kill them, Kol!" She kept screaming.

"You know, you are beautiful when you're mad." He smirked and she threw the newspaper on the floor. This felt like discussing with a little kid.

"Then I must be stunning right now." In a brief moment she was tsanding next to the door once more, "Stop this Kol, or God bless me I will put you back in that box you crawled out of."

Before she could open the door his face was inches within hers, and any mark of joke was gone from his face. "Don't threaten me, Caroline. I can have your heart in my hand in a second, litteraly. Klaus might be protecting you, but Klaus isn't around anymore." Then he was gone.

Klaus wasn't around anymore? What was that suppose to mean?

xxx

It was 8:15 and Caroline was getting anxious. Nobody stands up Caroline forbes. Nobody.

She thought about calling him, but she didn't have his number. She didn't know where he lived. She didn't even know his last name. This was absurd.

It was 8:30 and Caroline had had enough. She stood up, took her bag and walked out of the grill with her head held high.

This night wasn't any different from any other, the nightmare was still there and she awoke in the middle of the night.

She was downstairs, getting a glass of cold water when she heard someone knock on the door. Her eyes quickly shot to the clock hanging on the wall and it clearly showed 3am.

Caroline left the glass on the kitchen counter and directed herself towards the front door. She was ready to attack as she slowly opened the door open.

She was just about to get her vamp on, when she recognized the man standing in front of her.

"Dean? What the hell are you doing here?" She half shouted, half whispered trying not to wake her mom.

He shrugged and brought his hand up, uncovering a beer pack. "I promised you beer tonight."

She shook her head with a small smile and ushered him outside, closing the door behind her.

"Follow me."

xxx

It had been hard enough convicing Dean to climb up on to her roof, and she realized for him in must be harder, since thanks to the darkness she could use a little supernatural kick and that got the job done, so naturally she expected him to have problems with climbing but he didn't even break a sweat. It was as if climbing a roof was the easiest thing, and when he smiled in the end, she swore his smile was saying 'i've handled much more difficult tasks, trust me.'

The both sat down and he placed the beers between them.

"Pack of six, so each gets three." He said as he opened his first one, and then one for Caroline, handing it over to her.

"You do know our arrangement was for 8pm, nor 3am, right?" She cracked a smile and started drinking.

"Something came up, sorry. It's work stuff, I don't wanna bore you with it. There was just a complication, but on the bright sight, looks like I'mma be sticking around here for some time."

"Who said that was the bright sight?" Caroline smirked and laughed at the annoyed look that appeared on Dean's face.

An hour later the conversation hadn't ended.

"My dad, he uh- he was a tough guy. Always wanted me and Sammy to get into the family buisness, and I always followed orders. Sam went off to college and they had a fall out. Dad went missing at the time so a snatched Sammy back, went looking for our dad. That's when we really took on the family buisness, y'a know, life on the road. Just like when we were little. We found dad, they flashed the white flag, so to be said, but dad died shortly after. He actually, um, he died to save me. I was in need of..family. I was in a hospital and he gave his soul to me, as a figure of speech." Dean opened his last beer, he couldn't believe he had already said so much.

"You're just talking about Sam, you know? What about you, Dean?" Dean let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"That's my job, Sam. To look after him, keep him safe. And I've been failing lately. That's always been my job, you know? Ever since we were little and dad would leave us alone fore weeks, the last thing he told me before dying was that I had to take care of Sam. It was an order. And I've always followed his orders." Dean's eyes went a bit darker and Caroline could tell she had hit a soft spot. " But lately, there's just too much crap, Caroline. And I don't feel like dealing with it anymore. People around me, they keep dying like flies. We're all just friggin` soldiers in somebody else's war. I can't keep Sam safe anymore, can't keep anyone safe. You said it, we never can save anyone. And the guilt is just crushing." She saw him blink away a drop of water in his eyes as his jaw clenched and he drank more beer.

"Feeling guilty won't change anything, Dean. Trust me, I know a whole lot about guilt too. After my dad died, guilt was all I felt. But that didn't bring him back. Beating yourself over something doesn't really change anything. And you have done all you can for Sam, you can't always look after him, at one point it becomes his choice which way he goes." She spoke softly and tenderly, and looking at him, looking so broken down, the man that all the times they've met had always seemed so collected, put together, steady like a stone, was a wreck and all she wanted to do was put her arms around him and take all of that weight laying on his shoulders off.

"But what if he choosed the wrong road to go on?"

"Then all you can do is wait for him to come back. And he will." Dean nodded a stared in the distance.

"What happened to your dad?" He asked suddenly and Caroline breathing in sharply.

"I was in some..stuff. Deep in some stuff and it was taking my life over. While my dad, he fought against it, all his life he had given to fight against the things I was doing. He tried to change me, he tried so hard, convinced that there was something wrong with me. In the end, he got cought up in it too, he apologized, but it was too late. My life, the life he had never wanted for me, killed him. In a way, of course, he died in an accent, had a heart attack because of what I was dealing with. I never really forgave myself." She felt like this had been the most honnest thing she had ever said about what had happened with her father, even though it was plagued with lies, just like everything else she was telling Dean, and that killed her.

Dean looked at her, and she didn't need him to say anything. She could see he understood. Probably because his father had tried to force a way of living to him too, because his father was as tough as hers, or maybe he just simply understood.

They laid on the roof for a few more hours talking. They passed from serious topics to jokes. From their childhoods, to their later years. From their dreams, to fears, regrets, people they've known, people who have died..

"See those 8 stars that are aligned over there?" Dean asked pointing to a series of twinkling stars, making a strange figure.

"Yeah?"

"I got no friggin` idea what these are called." He smiled apologetically and Caroline burst laughing.

"You know, maybe I was wrong." She spoke silently a few minutes later.

"About what?" He frowned, looking at her eyes that shined brightly through the breaking darkness.

"Maybe some people can be saved." Before she knew it she realized how close their faces were one another, she could hear his heartbeat, loud and clear, feel his breath on her face and his hand on her waist.

She closed her eyes when their lips were nothing but an inch away, even less, she could hear her own heart beating out of her chest and then she could hear..ringing.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean swore as he got his phone out of his pocket.

"What? No. Sam, what's wrong? Fine, I'm on my way." He looked at Caroline who bit her lower lip and nodded.

"I"m so sorry. Tomorrow?"

She nodded and they both climbed down. He started walking to his Impala when she was watching him go, suddenly he turned around and ran back to her, and before she could say or think anything she felt his lips pressed against her, sweet, hot, like velvet, they crushed against her and then when they both pulled away Dean only smile, and started walking back to his car.

She went inside and looked at the clock, 6:45.

xxx

"Caroline!" She heard her mother's voice from downstairs.

Caroline got out of bed and started walking downstairs, just like a person who has only slept for 3 hours.

"Yeah?" She asked, still sleepy, directing herself to the coffee. She could still feel Dean's lips against her own.

"Apparently, you didn't handle Kol." Liz spoke as she threw another newspaper towards Caroline.

"Again?" Caroline's eyes widened as she started reading.

"Yeah, and this time the newspaper got to the story much faster, it happened this morning. We need to do something about this."

Caroline nodded, suddenly feeling guilty that while she was sleeping safely in her bed, with thoughts of a guy that made her heart race, someone was getting killed.

"What time did the murder occur?"

"6:40." Liz answered as she poured herself a second cup of coffe and Caroline's eyes widened for the second time.

6:40, the exact time Sam had called Dean, because of something urgent.