authors notes: Forgot to mention in the last chapter, I am not meaning to be rude or offend any Twilight fans, this is plainly TVD and SPN, clearly the characters(some of them) have their own opinions as shown in the actual show.

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Chapter Two.

Dean POV

"So Sheriff..." Dean began, hoping the blonde woman before him would say her last name once more just to take the cake...

"Forbes. Sheriff Forbes." She adjusted herself slightly as if she could read his mind. "Now, what brought you to our small town?"

"So far the animal attacks and the current body that was found...a.." Dean continued and for some reason names were just leaving his mind today..who the hell was that...Va...Vivian?...Voldy?...No that's the Hogwarts movie...the porn version anyways..

"Vicky Donovan..." Sam finished his sentence for him.

That hermione...uniforms do her good...but since when was hermione a tweenty-four year old in a mini and bra....good point.. "Right, Vicky Donovan.." Dean spoke up louder than usual, hoping to get rid of the image of a young actress in a movie for adults... "Do you know what exactly happened Sheriff?"

"And you two say you are part of the FBI?" she answered their question with a question..usually not a good sign..

"Yes.." Dean sighed and took out his badge, Sam doing the same.

"Right.. well then, What do you boys think it is?"

"We would have to see the body to determine that, Ma'am." Dean's glance wandered toward a blonde figure standing in the doorway, a young blonde...

Thoughts...keep them clean...how old is she? Does it matter?...Of course it does, Dean! Just because you've been to hell doesn't mean you can taint an underage girls mind with what thoughts you have... Dean cleared his throat.

"What's going on?" Caroline spoke up softly, her pirky voice causing Dean to rethink his thoughts.

"Nothong Caroline, this is business." Sheriff Forbes spoke up with a stern tone.

"Alright, Can I take the car?" AGAIN with the perky tone.

"Sure, just don't be out too long..."

Elena POV

Three bags of blood...THREE, Why couldn't it have been one or two...at least he isn't killing people..and he has never hurt me...never. Am I the cause of it?..Could I be?...I'm the one who gave him MY blood in the first place, he wouldn't have drunk from me if he didn't have to...would he? Elena quit, you are going to make yourself crazy.....

"Elena?" I know, I know...I am going to make myself crazy...I need to stop...wait...

"Stefan? What are you doing here?" Elena gasped, her eyes trying to find any hint of worry or panic in his expression, but it all went away as he outstretched his arms and pulled her close into an embrace. "This is a pleasent surprise.." her voice soft as she ran her fingers along his back, making out every small arch she had felt many times before.

"I thought it would be nice just to drop by and spend some unexpected time with you, before Damon notices you are alone again."

"I don't know why he must bug me when you aren't around, maybe he's hiding something.."

"Why...did you leave so soon earlier..?" he had loosened his embrace to where they could look into each others eyes.

"I.." because I can't stop thinking about the three bags of blood you consumed in one night...not even a whole night... "..let's not talk about that." Elena forced a smile, she hadn't lied to him yet and she couldn't gain enough courage to do it now. Her lips met his for but a moment, a taste of confusion and hesitation in his kiss, she pulled away abruptly. why kiss you if you don't want to try and kiss me back...

"So..." Elena mustered up the energy to ignore what she wanted more than anything.

"I have got a few things to do.." Stefan pointed toward the door then walked swiftly infront of Elena, placing a gentle kiss on her forhead, his right hand holding her head in place as he did so, and then he was gone.

Now she was alone, it would be but seconds before Damon would show up, she just knew it.

Dean POV

"Why did you shake her hand with the left this time? You aren't left handed, Dean." Sam was being his thorough eye spotting self again, now that they were walking towards the impala.

Dean moved his right hand out just slightly revealing that he had been balancing the top of a folder tucked just a little into the belt on his jeans. "We will need to talk to Vicky's friends, won't we? I know she must have done a nice investigation, but we have ways that can pick out any liar..."

Sam laughed softly, "Of course, why didn't I know when you asked where her bathroom was..."

Castiel POV

"Dean...Sam.." Castiel's voice broke out in the open, causing both brothers to pull out their guns and point them in his direction. "Put those away.."

"Cas, Damn it." Dean exhaled swiftly and stowed his gun in his back pocket. "You can't just pop in on us and do that! Give fair warning next time.."

"No, Welcome back, no, Thank you for sending those angels away, no, Nice to see you..." Castiel broke out in a slow calm tone but the edge of frustration was evident. "You both.." his sentence broke off as his eyes met with a can of beer someone had obviously placed on the table beside him. "Are you going to finish that?"

"Uh..Yeah actually." Dean broke in but Castiel had already wrapped his fingers along the can.

"Get a new one.." Castiel spoke point blank as he took a large sip. "What will you two be doing next?"

"Interviewing the friends of that Vicky girl, anything new on the apocolypse front?" Dean's voice rang in Castiel's ears loudly.

"No."

Elena POV

I'm not a stranger

No I am yours

With crippled anger

And tears that still drip sore

A fragile frame aged

With misery

And when our eyes meet

I know you see

Elena hummed along with the song that emitted from the speakers of the stereo that sat on the sink, she began to pull on her black shorts and dark navy tank top, a shower was just what she needed, a nice escape from the world she had been in lately.

She absentmindedly ran a brush through her long brunette locks, her expression that of confusion, she wondered if she even had another expression lately, could her eyes tell anyother emotion? With everything that had been happening lately she hadn't even noticed how much she was forced into everything just because of love, how everyone around her had been put into danger countless times...because of her. When would she stop putting those she loved in dangerous situations, what happened to her golden High School Years as some may have put it...all she did was worry and think lately. About Stefan about vampires, things she never knew existed just months before. What had happened to the Elena that once was content with just curling up on the couch and writing, the Elena that was okay with her suffering without the other worldly creatures creeping up in the back of her mind...

Putting the brush down she then turned to the door and opened it silently, Jeremy had went to bed hours before, she didn't want to wake anyone. Her eyes were expecting an empty bedroom but was hit with an uncomfortable feeling once her eyes met his. Those icey blues staring like a familiar friend into her, through her soul, she felt bare and had to glance at her clothing real quick, then back at him. "What are you doing here, Damon?"