A/N: I can't believe that I was so tired last night that I forgot to do this. *facepalm* Anywho, the credit for the ending of this chapter goes to my best friend, Amy. Who wrote it for me. Also, the review button likes you. ;)
I was a heavy heart to carry.
My beloved was weighed down.
My arms around his neck.
My fingers laced to crown.
I was a heavy heart to carry.
But he never let me down.
When he held me in his arms,
My feet never touched the ground.
Heavy In Your Arms – Florence + the Machine
10/21/12
Dear Diary,
I don't know what's gotten into me. My emotions and my mind have all been thrown into chaos. The way my emotions, mind and life are always chaotic when Dean Winchester is in play. I don't know what to do. Or what to think. To say that I'm confused and speechless would be a massive understatement. I can't believe that I called him. Dean always has that effect on me. When he's around, I feel like I've been thrown for a loop. He always confuses me, frustrates me and makes me second guess everything I'm thinking and feeling. He's violent, unpredictable, arrogant, cocky, funny, sweet, caring, kind, crazy and when he's gone, I miss him. I worry about him. He's just… Dean. I really wish I knew what I felt. He's just... exasperating. But I… I don't know. I can't write it. Or say it. It's too much. If I say it, it makes it real. And it can't be real. I don't know how I'd handle it if it was. What I'd do. I just can't. It's not real if I don't say it. Right?
Tears splashed onto the diary's page, blotting the words. Elena sniffled, wiping her tears on her sleeve before standing and straightening her shirt. She closed the diary and slipped it under her mattress before wandering downstairs.
The sound of Jenna bustling about the kitchen alerting her to the fact that she wasn't the only one awake. "Morning," Elena said in a half-hearted attempt to sound off-handed.
Jenna's searching gaze flickered towards her niece, "What's wrong?" She asked. "Nothing," Elena stammered hurriedly. "I'm just… a little tired." She forced a small smile and walked over to the coffee maker, switching it on.
Elena combed her fingers through her messy chestnut tresses as the smell of percolating coffee wafted through the air. I wonder what Dean's up to right now… She thought, startling herself.
Dean drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as he waited at the red light. Sam was asleep and snoring softly in the seat next to him. He sat in complete silence, anxiety and uneasiness washing over him.
He twitched uncomfortably in the seat, taking deep, deliberate, breaths. The light blinked yellow. Dean's knuckles blazed white against the steering wheel. How long was it gonna take for it to turn green?
He glanced around, noting that the road was clear, Dean slammed on the gas. The tires squealed against the asphalt as the Impala lurched forward, flying down the road.
"Mm?" Sam mumbled, wincing as he dragged his fingers through his hair with a soft sigh before uttering, "Where're we?" Dean's emerald orbs locked on the open blacktop before them before saying, "Five hours from Mystic Falls, Sam."
"And after thirty minutes of that lecture, I was ready to kill myself!" Elena's sorrel orbs widened as she nodded. The girl next to her sighed and flashed her an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to –""No, it's fine." Elena smiled politely before wandering out of the classroom.
"Hey, Elena!" A soft, cheerful, feminine voice called. The brunette turned, seeing Caroline Forbes prancing towards her. Somehow, the blonde always looked as though she were walking down a runway. No matter where she was.
Elena was marveling at this peculiarity when Caroline approached her. "Hi," Caroline said, brushing a blonde lock away from her face with a grin. Elena raised her brows in silent question, perplexed.
Dean watched from a distance as Elena chatted animatedly with a petite blonde. She seemed happy. Dean leaned against the Impala, weariness etched into his ruggedly handsome features.
He sighed, his eyes fluttering closed momentarily. Dean lost himself in his surroundings. The sound of the cars passing, the sound of the lawnmower down the street, the sound of teens chattering as they left school for the day and the sound of the breeze whisking by.
For a moment, he forgot himself and he felt his exhaustion, the stress, the tension, all melt away. The smell of freshly cut grass, tinged with faint cologne and perfume wafted towards him on a gust of wind.
Dean tensed as the faint aroma of sulfur reached his nose. "What the hell?" He murmured, his eyes snapping open as he looked around. Elena wasn't anywhere to be found.
Elena burst through the door of the Gilbert Residence, her breath coming in hitches as the tears she'd fought back burst through the dams and began streaming down her cheeks. She pulled her phone from her pocket and dialed Dean's number.
Dean groaned as he rolled over, his phone blaring "Smoke on the Water" by Deep Purple. He grasped the phone and looked at the display. His breath caught in his throat. Elena's name blinked up at him.
He threw the covers off and staggered to the door as Lisa sighed in her sleep. He walked downstairs, pulling his jacket and boots on before answering, saying cautiously, "Lena?" He heard a sharp intake of breath before a wavering voice choked out, "Yeah, Dean. It's me."
Elena sniffled, leaning against the wall as she said shakily, "I'm sorry if I'm interrupting –""No. You're not interrupting anything, 'Lena. What's wrong?" "It's just.." She uttered a slightly hysterical laugh before sinking to the floor, dissolving into sobs.
"I can't take it anymore, Dean." Dean blinked, a lump raising in his throat as he said hoarsely, "What, 'Lena? Tell me." "Jenna's in the hospital. It's just all this – I can't – Not anymore, Dean. I'm not strong enough. I never was. I can't do this anymore."
"Ohh…" Dean sunk into a lawn chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Yeah," Elena said, trembling as hot tears continued to pour down her face. "I must be something so evil, to cause so much destruction, death and pain." "No." Dean said sharply.
"You're not evil. I've seen evil. You're not even close. Do you hear me?" "But, Dean –""No buts. You're not evil, 'Lena." They spoke for hours. Finally, when they both realized that the conversation had to end, the first rays of light where peeking over the horizon.
"Anyway…" Elena whispered. "Yeah," Dean nodded. "Goodbye, Dean." She said softly, biting her lip. "'Bye, 'Lena." Dean replied, hanging up the phone with a sigh.
Dean looked around the parking lot, panic thrumming in his veins. He broke into a run and tore across the parking lot, jumping over the low fence. Dean ran across the school grounds, shouting, "Lena? Where are you?"
He burst through the double doors, racing down the hallway, he yanked classroom doors open; peering inside. Dean rushed out of the school, sprinting towards the football field, looking around for Elena. But she was nowhere to be found.
Elena sighed softly, walking to Bonnie's car, parked in the school parking lot. All of a sudden she felt a cold chill going down her spine. She quickly jumped turning, her back facing the car. Elena didn't see anyone or anything around.
She frowned and shaking her head quickly. "You ready to go?" Bonnie said, stepping up the driver's side. "Yeah," Elena breathed, relieved. "Okay." Bonnie flashed her a small apologetic smile as she climbed into the driver's seat.
Relief spread through Elena, sending a rush of pleasant weakness through her as she collapsed into the passenger seat, her heart slowing. Swallowing thickly, she glanced out the window, her heart rate picking up again as she glimpsed a familiar black car pulling away from the school and roaring away.
She blinked several times, but she was sure she'd seen it. It was Dean's beloved Impala.
"Are you sure you're not overreacting, Dean?" Sam asked cautiously. Dean shot his little brother a warning glance. "Sam, I smelled it. Sulfur. Also, if I was overreacting, this town would be in ruins. And every monster in it would be dead."
His voice was low, deadly and calm. "So, no. I'm not overreacting." "Okay," Sam nodded tensely, watching his brother warily before looking out the window.
Elena trudged up the steps of her house as Bonnie drove away. The low rumble of an approaching engine drew her attention, once more, to the road. The car pulled to the curb before the engine shut off.
The driver's side door creaked open and the driver stepped out. Elena would know those blazing green eyes and that smile anywhere. Her heart swelled with light and happiness at the sight of him.
Elena's books and bag slipped from her hands as one hand flew to her mouth. Tears welled in her eyes as she leapt from the steps and hurtled down the walkway. Surprise flared in his eyes as she ran to him, throwing her arms around his neck.
A similar pair of green eyes watched the scene unfold before them. They narrowed as a flash of savagery lighting them. "See?" A voice said softly. "I see." A low growl rumbled in the throat of the owner of those green eyes.
"I missed you so much." Elena said breathlessly. "I know." Dean said before banging on the roof of the impala. Sam poked his head out of the passenger window and gave her a small, warm smile. "Hi, Ellie." He said with a soft chuckle.
"'I know'?" Elena said dangerously. Dean quailed under her gaze. "Well –" He began. Elena advanced on him before giving him a rough push. "What are you saying, Dean?" She hissed. "I'm not –""Not, what? Not so flip now, are you?" "I –""That's what I thought."
She turned away from him, tossing her auburn hair over her shoulder. "Hi, Sam." She said with a smile before walking up the walkway. "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." Sam said to his brother with a laugh.
He climbed out of the car and followed Elena inside. Leaving Dean puzzled. Who or what was after Elena? And why are they after her now? "What the hell's going on?" Dean muttered to himself before following Sam and Elena inside.