Chapter 2: Well, this is convenient
"Really, Damon!" Stefan shouts as he storms into his brother's room.
"What, Stefan?" Damon asks as innocently as he can.
"Oh, no you don't." Stefan says as he steps into his brother's line of sight, "You are not going to deflect on this one."
"But I'm so good at it?" Damon pouts.
"Damon, Caroline, is your girlfriend, and you are going to help her with her work on the festival. I'm already doing my part, as I attend Mystic Falls High, but you've got to help your girlfriend and not pin it on me. It's part of being a good boyfriend." Stefan explains sternly.
"Gosh, I didn't realize there were so many rules to this whole 'dating thing'." Damon says as he sits up on his bed.
"Is that my journal?" Stefan asks as he sees the book his brother was sitting on.
"No." Damon smiles.
Stefan quickly snatches it up and looks at it, "You're unbelievable."
"Awe, come on, Stef." Damon says as he follows his brother into Stefan's room.
"Don't you dare placate this, Damon." Stefan scolds.
Damon arches an eyebrow at him and grins, "Seriously, though. Elena, I love her, but how do I tell her? It's adorable."
Stefan clenches his teeth as he puts his journal in the desk drawer in his room, "Go call Caroline and help her with her work. She just wants you two do something together."
"Well, can't it be something that doesn't involve me actually doing anything?" Damon whines.
Stefan shakes his head.
"Hey, can I take your diary with me to show Elena, you know if you're too chicken to go to her with the actual words." Damon suggests.
Stefan shakes his head, "No, Damon, and get out of my room." Stefan forcefully pushes him out, and closes the door and locks it when he gets Damon past the threshold.
Damon sighs and walks down the stairs. He'll go have a drink.
"Hello, Zach." Damon says as he walks down the steps and enters the living room. He goes straight for the liquor.
"Damon." Zach replies curtly. He still doesn't like the fact that he and Damon are living under the same roof, but he can't tell his uncle to leave, without facing the looming threat of his death.
"Why is everyone being so rude to me?" Damon whines as he sits down on the couch next to Zach.
Zach is about to say something, probably that will just come short of hurting Damon, when he hears a knock on the door. Zach quickly gets over to the door to answer it before Damon does.
Zach is about to open the door, when he looks over and sees his uncle still sitting on the couch with a glass of bourbon in his hand while he silently watches the flames.
Zach opens the door, to see the two men from the sheriff's office, "Hello, may I help you?"
"We're the FBI agents, and Dr. Fell, mentioned that you run a boarding house, and she also said that even though you weren't taking in guests, you might make an exception." Dean says.
"Oh, sure, yeah, she called and said that you were in town, investigating the killings." Zach says. "I'll have one of my nephews, make up your room, you can wait in the living room." Zach explains as he steps out of the way.
Sam and Dean frown, "Okay, thank you again. What do you charge a night?"
"Well, I charge about fifty dollars a night." Zach says, "In addition, to whatever damages or other expenses may come up."
"Okay, thank you again." Sam says.
"The living room is this way." Zach says as he walks over to the couches in front of the active fire place.
"Damon, can you get room 3 ready?" Zach asks urgently. "I assume, you'll be using the same room, and room 3 has two beds and is quite large." He says to the agents.
"Sure, yeah. I'm Sam by the way, this is Dean. You don't need to be formal with us."
"Okay, well, I'm Zach, this is my nephew, Damon, and his brother is upstairs in his room, but I'm sure you'll see him around later on." Zach turns to Damon, "Damon, please get the room made up."
Damon sighs, and he rolls his eyes, "Get Saint Stefan to do it, Uncle Zach, I'm not really in the mood." His sour attitude is back tenfold.
Dean and Sam look at each other, feeling the tension. They decide to remain quiet and sit down.
Zach gives the agents a weary smile as he makes his way upstairs, but not before giving Damon a pointed look, to not do anything.
Damon just ignores him, and after hearing that Zach is upstairs he leans over to place the glass on the coffee table and then sits up and turns to Sam and Dean. "So, I heard about your little inquiries?"
Dean nods, but remains silent.
"Damon!" Stefan shouts in urgency as he rushes down the steps.
Damon glances over at his shoulder to look at his brother, "What is it, Brother?" Damon bites out the word as he leans forward to grab his glass. He guzzles it and then stands up to walk over to the cabinet to get another glass.
"Nothing, I just…nothing." Stefan says. He can't help the worried glance as he looks over at the two FBI agents sitting on the couch, watching their exchange with interest.
Damon remains impassive, "What do you want, Stefan?" Damon asks bluntly, without looking up at his brother.
"I was just wondering why you didn't help Zach with the room?" Stefan asks in a strained voice.
Damon rolls his eyes, "If you're so concerned with our dear uncle, perhaps you should help him, Brother. You know, as much as I enjoy this little chit-chat, I'll be in my room, so leave me alone." Damon announces before he leisurely makes his way up to his room.
Stefan sighs as he watches his brother go upstairs.
Zach comes downstairs just as they all hear a door upstairs being shut. "Dean, Sam. You're room's made up and ready. You can pay me on your way out. I'm sorry to say this, but we only accept cash."
"Okay, no problem." Sam says as he and his brother stand up.
"I'll show you to your room?" Stefan says kindly in a tight voice.
Both the brothers follow Stefan up the stairs. He practically heads straight ahead into a room, "Well, here you are, Room 3. I'm over to your left in room 1, my brother is in room 8, it's over in the other side of the house, and Zach, sleeps in the room downstairs. If you need anything come to either Zach or me. I apologize for my brother's behavior, but he's just a bit upset for the time being." Stefan tries to explain lightly.
"It's fine, thank you, Stefan." Sam says.
He nods and leaves.
Dean and Sam shut the door and take off their coats and set their bags down on the beds.
"Wow! And I thought we had family issues?" Dean mutters.
"Yeah, they definitely have some issues to work out?" Sam says as he sits on the bed.
"Okay, so do you want to research, while I sleep?" Dean asks with a smile as he lays down on his bed.
"No, not particularly, but I know that I don't have a choice, so I guess my answer is moot." Sam sighs as he pulls out his laptop.
"Do you think Bobby has any more information to give us?" Dean asks curiously.
"I doubt it; this town seems pretty concerned about what details are leaked out. I mean, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that the founding families of this town seem to be hiding something." Sam states in a whisper.
"Yeah, I see your point." Dean says.
Sam nods, "I guess this might be a more difficult case than anticipated." Sam shrugs and once his computer starts, he starts typing.
Chapter 2: Well, this is convenient
"Really, Damon!" Stefan shouts as he storms into his brother's room.
"What, Stefan?" Damon asks as innocently as he can.
"Oh, no you don't." Stefan says as he steps into his brother's line of sight, "You are not going to deflect on this one."
"But I'm so good at it?" Damon pouts.
"Damon, Caroline, is your girlfriend, and you are going to help her with her work on the festival. I'm already doing my part, as I attend Mystic Falls High, but you've got to help your girlfriend and not pin it on me. It's part of being a good boyfriend." Stefan explains sternly.
"Gosh, I didn't realize there were so many rules to this whole 'dating thing'." Damon says as he sits up on his bed.
"Is that my journal?" Stefan asks as he sees the book his brother was sitting on.
"No." Damon smiles.
Stefan quickly snatches it up and looks at it, "You're unbelievable."
"Awe, come on, Stef." Damon says as he follows his brother into Stefan's room.
"Don't you dare placate this, Damon." Stefan scolds.
Damon arches an eyebrow at him and grins, "Seriously, though. Elena, I love her, but how do I tell her? It's adorable."
Stefan clenches his teeth as he puts his journal in the desk drawer in his room, "Go call Caroline and help her with her work. She just wants you two do something together."
"Well, can't it be something that doesn't involve me actually doing anything?" Damon whines.
Stefan shakes his head.
"Hey, can I take your diary with me to show Elena, you know if you're too chicken to go to her with the actual words." Damon suggests.
Stefan shakes his head, "No, Damon, and get out of my room." Stefan forcefully pushes him out, and closes the door and locks it when he gets Damon past the threshold.
Damon sighs and walks down the stairs. He'll go have a drink.
"Hello, Zach." Damon says as he walks down the steps and enters the living room. He goes straight for the liquor.
"Damon." Zach replies curtly. He still doesn't like the fact that he and Damon are living under the same roof, but he can't tell his uncle to leave, without facing the looming threat of his death.
"Why is everyone being so rude to me?" Damon whines as he sits down on the couch next to Zach.
Zach is about to say something, probably that will just come short of hurting Damon, when he hears a knock on the door. Zach quickly gets over to the door to answer it before Damon does.
Zach is about to open the door, when he looks over and sees his uncle still sitting on the couch with a glass of bourbon in his hand while he silently watches the flames.
Zach opens the door, to see the two men from the sheriff's office, "Hello, may I help you?"
"We're the FBI agents, and Dr. Fell, mentioned that you run a boarding house, and she also said that even though you weren't taking in guests, you might make an exception." Dean says.
"Oh, sure, yeah, she called and said that you were in town, investigating the killings." Zach says. "I'll have one of my nephews, make up your room, you can wait in the living room." Zach explains as he steps out of the way.
Sam and Dean frown, "Okay, thank you again. What do you charge a night?"
"Well, I charge about fifty dollars a night." Zach says, "In addition, to whatever damages or other expenses may come up."
"Okay, thank you again." Sam says.
"The living room is this way." Zach says as he walks over to the couches in front of the active fire place.
"Damon, can you get room 3 ready?" Zach asks urgently. "I assume, you'll be using the same room, and room 3 has two beds and is quite large." He says to the agents.
"Sure, yeah. I'm Sam by the way, this is Dean. You don't need to be formal with us."
"Okay, well, I'm Zach, this is my nephew, Damon, and his brother is upstairs in his room, but I'm sure you'll see him around later on." Zach turns to Damon, "Damon, please get the room made up."
Damon sighs, and he rolls his eyes, "Get Saint Stefan to do it, Uncle Zach, I'm not really in the mood." His sour attitude is back tenfold.
Dean and Sam look at each other, feeling the tension. They decide to remain quiet and sit down.
Zach gives the agents a weary smile as he makes his way upstairs, but not before giving Damon a pointed look, to not do anything.
Damon just ignores him, and after hearing that Zach is upstairs he leans over to place the glass on the coffee table and then sits up and turns to Sam and Dean. "So, I heard about your little inquiries?"
Dean nods, but remains silent.
"Damon!" Stefan shouts in urgency as he rushes down the steps.
Damon glances over at his shoulder to look at his brother, "What is it, Brother?" Damon bites out the word as he leans forward to grab his glass. He guzzles it and then stands up to walk over to the cabinet to get another glass.
"Nothing, I just…nothing." Stefan says. He can't help the worried glance as he looks over at the two FBI agents sitting on the couch, watching their exchange with interest.
Damon remains impassive, "What do you want, Stefan?" Damon asks bluntly, without looking up at his brother.
"I was just wondering why you didn't help Zach with the room?" Stefan asks in a strained voice.
Damon rolls his eyes, "If you're so concerned with our dear uncle, perhaps you should help him, Brother. You know, as much as I enjoy this little chit-chat, I'll be in my room, so leave me alone." Damon announces before he leisurely makes his way up to his room.
Stefan sighs as he watches his brother go upstairs.
Zach comes downstairs just as they all hear a door upstairs being shut. "Dean, Sam. You're room's made up and ready. You can pay me on your way out. I'm sorry to say this, but we only accept cash."
"Okay, no problem." Sam says as he and his brother stand up.
"I'll show you to your room?" Stefan says kindly in a tight voice.
Both the brothers follow Stefan up the stairs. He practically heads straight ahead into a room, "Well, here you are, Room 3. I'm over to your left in room 1, my brother is in room 8, it's over in the other side of the house, and Zach, sleeps in the room downstairs. If you need anything come to either Zach or me. I apologize for my brother's behavior, but he's just a bit upset for the time being." Stefan tries to explain lightly.
"It's fine, thank you, Stefan." Sam says.
He nods and leaves.
Dean and Sam shut the door and take off their coats and set their bags down on the beds.
"Wow! And I thought we had family issues?" Dean mutters.
"Yeah, they definitely have some issues to work out?" Sam says as he sits on the bed.
"Okay, so do you want to research, while I sleep?" Dean asks with a smile as he lays down on his bed.
"No, not particularly, but I know that I don't have a choice, so I guess my answer is moot." Sam sighs as he pulls out his laptop.
"Do you think Bobby has any more information to give us?" Dean asks curiously.
"I doubt it; this town seems pretty concerned about what details are leaked out. I mean, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that the founding families of this town seem to be hiding something." Sam states in a whisper.
"Yeah, I see your point." Dean says.
Sam nods, "I guess this might be a more difficult case than anticipated." Sam shrugs and once his computer starts, he starts typing.
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