Disclaimer: I do not own the concept or characters from the show "Supernatural" or "The Vampire Diaries." Any other characters not related to Supernatural, The Vampire Diaries or the Nightwold book series, however, are mine and are not to be used in any other fan fictions. Some concepts were also borrowed or loosely adapted from L.J. Smith's "Nightworld.". This story involves some characters from my original Supernatural series: The first trilogy is: "Possession," "Broken," and "Sacrifice," followed with a new trilogy, "Mission," "Prelude," and a currently untitled 6th story. I do not own any quotes used in the actual episodes of "Supernatural" or "The Vampire Diaries". Any lyrics mentioned in this story do not belong to me are are the property of their original writers. I make no money from these stories; they're only for entertainment.

Dean watched as Abby once again embraced her friend.

"It's been a long time," her pal acknowledged, pulling her back to get a better view of her. "You look great."

"As do you," she smiled.

Her friend glanced from her to the brothers.

"Sorry, I don't mean be rude. I'm Stefan. Stefan Salvatore," he extended his hand to Dean, who took it in return. He could tell by the strong grip and cold touch what he truly was; a vampire. Why was it always vampires?

"Dean Winchester," he said. Stefan released his grip and offered his hand to Sam, who introduced himself.

"May I introduce," Stefan pulled his female companion to his side, "my girlfriend-Elena Gilbert."

"Elena, what a beautiful name," Abby exclaimed, presenting herself to his girlfriend. "I thought you were going home to see a...Jenna was it?"

Elena's dark eyes became large with surprise and she turned to Stefan for an explanation.

"Vampire hearing," he quietly noted. Elena nodded with realization. "Furthermore, she is telepathic, so she can read minds. Some of us have acquired special talents."

A talent was something one earned and worked for; telepathy was definitely more of a curse.

'Like Damon with the fog and crow control,' Elena thought.

"Exactly," Abby exclaimed to a shocked Elena. "I apologize. I usually don't go around peering into people's thoughts. It's just rude. It won't happen again."

Stefan looked behind him, startled by a noise.

"Listen," he said. "My brother is wrong about most things, but he is right that this town is having difficulties. Come with us to the boarding house on the other side of town. It's my family home. We can discuss more there."

"Sounds fine," Abby said, turning to Dean who was giving her a questionable look. She rolled her eyes, turning back to Stefan. "We'll be there."

Stefan suggested they follow him, as his place was more off the beaten path; people who were not locals would have a hard time finding it. Abby agreed with him. He smiled and asked where they parked, telling them to wait there and he'd drive around to where they were located. From there, they could follow. Dean, Sam and Abby strolled back to the Impala, the boys taking seats up front while she was in the backseat.

As soon as the doors closed, Dean turned around in the driver seat.

"Um, yeah, so whatever happened to us working as a team," he reprimanded Abby.

"Dean-," Sam began. Dean put his hand up. Driver had the floor.

"Excuse me," she replied, crossing her arms over her chest and giving him 'that look.'

"You're excused," he smirked, "but seriously, come on, Ab! You expect me to go to that guy's house-no I'm sorry, that vampire's house in the middle of no where, in a town that's had a lot of people drank to death like a Capri Sun? Does that make any sense?"

Abby tisked him, explaining that she knew Stefan well and reassured he was a good man.

"I thought we were past the all-vampires-are-bad bullshit," she exclaimed. "Come on, Dean!"

That wasn't it all and was a cheap shot on her part. For some reason, she was taking it personal that he may not have trusted her friend. It wasn't it at all; it had nothing to do with trusting her judgment. No, it was just freakin' stupid to trust ANYONE in a town engulfed in weirdo murders.

"Look, he's a good man, guys," Abby addressed both the brothers, looking back and forth between the two. "I've know him for a long time...and I'd trust him with my life."

"Are you sure about that," Sam asked. She nodded.

Sam looked at Dean and shrugged.

"At least we'd get to check them out-get a chance to see if it's them or something else," he suggested.

Dean looked between the two of them; he was outnumbered.

With a huff, he turned around in the seat.

Stefan's car appeared on the street perpendicular to the street where their car was parked. His car pulled over and waited for them to follow.

Dean grumbled and put the car into gear.

"Fine. We'll go but if I see any vampy biz, we're outta there," he said.

They said okay and Dean pulled out of the spot to follow his car, a '67 Camaro. At least the guy had taste.

Abby sat quietly in the backseat of the Impala, quietly mulling over how their seemingly simple little hunt turned into an odd reunion.

Stefan and Damon Salvatore; that was certainly a blast from the past.

Abby kept her thoughts focused on task at hand. Murders. Vampires. That's what she would allow herself to think of.

Dean glanced at her in the rear view mirror. She grinned at him, trying her best not to appeared worried or shocked. Everything was fine. Everything was fine.

They stopped in front of the Salvatore boarding house. She was fine.

They followed Stefan and Elena into the hall and into their grand family room. She was fine.

She noticed a silhouette standing in front of the fireplace, drinking scotch. It was Damon. She was no longer fine.

He continued staring at the fireplace, taking a sip; he knew they were there.

"What is d-bag doing here," Dean whispered to Sam, nodding towards Damon.

"I see Cagney and Lacey are here," Damon sniped, turning towards the group and knocking back the rest of his drink. "And, I see she's here as well. I'll be upstairs."

With that, Damon slammed his glass onto the wet bar, cracking the bottom, before striding casually up the stairs.

"What the hell is with that guy," Dean asked, motioning towards the landing.

Stefan blurred off quickly, catching Dean and Sam a little off guard. Elena and Abby appeared unscathed. He returned just as fast, this time with five beers in hand. He tossed them to Dean and Sam and opened two for Elena and Abby.

"Thanks, man," Sam asked. Dean raised his beer to him in a toast and took a swig.

"What's with my brother...that's a question I've asked myself for oh a hundred years or so," Stefan smiled. "Please, sit." He gestured to the largest, comfortable seating surrounding the fireplace in the massive room.

Stefan stood as the rest of them sat down, taking a seat on the couch close to Elena. Dean sat in a large leather chair, Abby perched on the arm. Sam decided to remain standing, instead choosing to stoke the roaring fire.

"Damon is...something else," Elena smirked. "It's been interesting since he's come to Mystic Falls."

"I hear this is your hometown," Abby said before taking a sip of her drink. "Funny how I never heard of it before."

"You know our kind-we keep our history discreet for safety reasons. But, yes, this is our hometown, last time I was here was 1953. Last time my brother came into town was long before that."

"Well, you said some weird stuff was going on in this town. Spill the beans," Dean asked.

Stefan explained some of the deaths, acknowledging that indeed a few were Damon. He apologized for his brother's impulsive reckless nature. Abby figured Damon heard that from upstairs, probably chuckling to himself that his brother was once again trying to cover his older brother's ass. That's what brothers did for each other.

Dean said he'd drink to that.

"I think all things considered, you've been a great brother to him," Elena said, patting Stefan's thigh.

"Thanks, but I wish I had done better," Stefan sadly smiled.

"Don't we all," Dean whispered low enough for the humans to hear, but it was still loud enough for the vampires in the vicinity to catch.

"Well mine is a special case," Stefan said.

Dean and Sam looked at him with intrigue.

Stefan smiled and told his story of how he and his brother were born and raised in Mystic Falls, Virginia. Then, how when they were teens, Stefan stayed on at home to study while Damon disobeyed his father and went off to war as a member of the Confederate army. Things were great with the brothers, they were closer than eve-r-that was until one Katherine Pierce. She was beautiful, and actually looked exactly like Elena, which the Winchester boys didn't take to heart.

Elena went over to an old book and pulled out a crumbled photo.

"Holy lord," Dean swallowed, almost choking on his beer. "You guys are like twins."

"More than that Dean-this is like doppleganger type lore," Sam said.

Stefan and Elena nodded, hinting that yes, Elena was Katherine's doppleganger.

"Katherine came around in 1864 and I was attracted to her. Katherine and I had a thing, and without my knowledge at the time, Damon and Katherine had a thing. I...I thought I was in love with her but now I know I was just compelled."

"Compelled," Sam said. "Like what Abby's brother could do?"

Stefan nodded.

"Damon loved her though. He was compelled as well but he will deny it to this day."

How true. Abby knew that better than anyone when it came to Damon Salvatore.

"She was a vampire. Katherine trusted us enough to reveal herself to us, take our blood, doing a blood exchange. I don't know why I did it, but I did. The town's founders were engulfed by lore and superstition. Hunters, such as yourselves, lived freely among us-including my father. The vampires in the town weren't harming anyone; they were no danger to the greater community. And Katherine-I didn't believe she could hurt anyone.

I over heard a plan by the Council, created by the founders, to round up the vampires using a device that was a compass designed to point towards vampires.

I begged my father not to let the roundup be done, but alas, he caught on. He spiked my drink with vervain. When Katherine fed on me; she was discovered. Damon never forgave me for talking to my father regarding those matters.

Katherine was taken into custody. When we tried to help her escape; we were shot. First Damon, then me. We were dead. That is to say, we were dead until the vampire blood brought us back. Katherine's nursemaid, Emily, also happened to be a witch and knew-"

"Woah, woah, woah," Dean interrupted. "Let me get this straight, so far, we've had vampires; a whole slew of them. Then, dopplegangers and a freakin' witch?"

"Well, we have another witch," Elena looked up pondering, "and you can add werewolf to the list."

"Sammy, this is like a hunter's paradise here! No wonder the council had such luck; it's like shooting fish in a barrel here..."

Abby, Sam and company were giving Dean a dirty look. He apologized for interrupting.

"Well, Emily informed us that in order to turn into a vampire, you had to finish the process by ingesting human blood. Otherwise, you'd die; Damon and I decided on the latter. There was no life without Katherine. I went back home to say goodbye to my father," he paused to shake his head. "You know, when I was alive, all I wanted was for my father to be proud of me. Turns out, my father was the one who had pulled the trigger."

Dean and Sam stopped drinking and looked at each other. If anyone would know about disappointment and father's it was them. Turned out the three men in the room had a lot more in common than once previously thought.

"I got angry, things got out of hand...he began to bleed...and I couldn't stop myself. I got myself turned and then...then I compelled a girl and brought her to Damon and I convinced him to do it. He opposed and yet still found it hard to resist. And that is how I turned my brother."

Everyone remained silent. The only movement was Elena grabbing Stefan's hand.

Abby could feel the kindness and love radiating from the young woman nestled up to Stefan. She was gorgeous for sure, but there was more than just looks. There was something inside her that told Ab she was good for Stef.

"The things that are happening in town are a mixture of old vampires running a muck, a rogue werewolf and Katherine. Apparently, she's back in town," Elena said.

"Well I'm sure Damon's happy about that. Maybe that's why he's in such a stellar mood," Abby said, finishing with a swig of her drink.

Stefan and Elena shifted uncomfortably in their seats. That was a sure sign that Katherine's intent on returning back to town wasn't Damon; she had other motives.

"We'll get back to that, it may actually have to do with the rest of your case. At least the Katherine part, she's done her share of killings," Stefan revealed.

"Like who," Sam questioned, pulling out a list of names from his pocket.

Aimee Bradley, check. Although, there were many near deaths attributed to Katherine as well.

"Damon has done his fair share mind you, but not as of late."

"So...do you guys partake in beverages of the...human variety," Sam asked.

Stefan shrugged.

"I used to live off of, what Damon referred to as the 'bunny diet,' but recently I've come accustomed to...donor blood," he lowered his eyes, Elena squeezed his hand.

Uh. oh.

Dean shifted in his chair.

"Please don't tell me that you take from...her," he pointed to Elena.

"That's precisely what I do; I only take a little bit everyday. I make sure not to take enough to hurt her in anyway," he explained, his face full of sincerity.

"I give willingly. He needs...wants to be stronger to fight Katherine if she escapes the tomb or if anything worse shows up," Elena elaborated, her face falling.

'It's all my fault,' she said in her head.

Abby tilted her head, puzzled.

"What about you two," Elena said, looking back between Abby and Dean. "Abby, do you...and Dean share?"

"No," the couple chimed in together.

"Sorry, dude, I'm just not into that," Dean said, putting his empty glass bottle on the table. "But you guys do what you want."

Abby looked at Stefan and Elena and shrugged. What could she say? She made a promise to Dean that she would never, EVER, under any circumstances, take blood from him. It was part of their vows for each other, one that was solely based on trust. She would never dream of it.

"To each their own," Abby tried to smooth any wrinkles in the conversation.

Stefan inquired into the brother's roles as hunters; how they got started, where they came from.

Sam started to tell the story from the beginning but Dean was getting annoyed. The elder brother did not like everyone in the world to know their sorted history front-to-back, especially since he wasn't sure yet if the Salvatore's were completely trustworthy.

"Look, we grew up like this and it's our job," Dean cut to the chase. "Now can we get back to the case here? I need to know more these deaths, that Katherine chick and whatever else the hell could be going on in this berg."

"Sure. Let's go to the study and have some drinks and I'll give you the lowdown on everything," Stefan stood up. Dean and Sam followed suit, stretching as they rose. Stefan put a hand out to Elena who declined, insisting she wanted to stay by the fire.

Abby said she was going to stay too. After all, she curious about the human girl and wanted to get to know the woman who so clearly enamored Stefan. Plus, there could be some knowledge that her vampire companion might not have; something that Elena was keeping to herself.

The men moved to the study and the girls stayed out in the vast great room, still engulfed in the warmth of the fire and coziness of the furniture.

"So, how did you end up with a vampire," Abby asked Elena.

"How did you end up with a human," Elena smirked.

"I have a thing for humans," she admitted to her new human friend. After all, they already bonded on one point.

They both understood the complications of such non-conformist relationships. It was something they shared. That was a start.

One after the other, shared their relationship histories; how Elena met Stefan at school and Abby met Dean while undercover on a hunt in Chicago.

Elena finally saw the glinting on Abby's left finger and smiled.

"You're married," Elena smiled, and moved closer to get a better look at the ring.

Abby nodded.

"A few years now."

Elena was beaming, it clearly gave her hope to see that a relationship such as theirs, hers and Stefan's, could work.

"And, we have 3 children," Abby continued.

"Adopted," Elena inquired.

"No, they're ours," Abby took out her purse and extracted a picture of their brood from her wallet. She pointed out April, Dylan, and Jamie in the photo.

"They're adorable. But, what I don't understand is how...how are they yours...if you're a vampire?"

"Well, I'm not a 'made' vampire like Stefan and Damon. I'm descended from the Originals, who were born this way; they could have children naturally. They also created vampire through the blood exchange that changed the Salvatores. We're just basically a different breed; I'm referred to as a Lamia," Abby explained.

Elena puzzled by the fact that Stefan hadn't told her about the Lamia more than anything else but appeared to not be in shock. She said that in Mystic Falls, new things happened everyday. It was now the capital of the weird.

She tried to imagine herself in Elena's shoes. Normal, popular girl life and then her parents died in an accident, which Elena thought about frequently, happened and her old life disintegrated. The deaths of ones parents was bad enough; Abby would know. Add to that vampires and other crazy supernatural occurrences, and Abby was surprised at how seemingly well Elena was doing, seemingly being the key word.

Abby's phone rang.

It was Gwen, her best friend, vampire-confidant, and fearless babysitter, on the phone.

"Excuse me I have to take this. It could be about my kids. Is there a room I may speak in private?"

"Sure, upstairs, first left is the library," Elena said. "I'll hold down the fort. I hope everything is okay."

"I'm sure it is," Abby replied as she raced up the stairs, hitting talk on her cell. Her own greeting of 'hello' was met by screaming.

"Ab! Oh thank god you picked up," Gwen stammered.

Abby's heart began to thud as she ran into the library and closed the door behind her.

"What's wrong," worry permeated through her voice.

"I've tried everything; talking, leaving, toys, food, juice, milk, tv...NOTHING has worked. Jamie will not go to sleep!"

Abby sighed. Well, at least it wasn't a real emergency.

"Put the phone on speaker and put it by the crib." The phone clicked over and she could hear her baby over the monitor. "Hi baby boy," she cooed. Jamie's cries started to decrease. Good, it was working.

She sang her favorite lullaby for him over the phone: Sweet Baby James by James Taylor.

His small sounds began to diminish as she continued to sing the song to him and by the time she was done, he was out like a light.

"Thank you," Gwen whispered. "You're a lifesaver."

"No, thank you. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Give them all kisses from us," Abby murmured as she ended the call, her heart a little sad that she was so far away from her kids at that moment.

"How sweet."

She turned around, finding Damon leaning against the closed door, swirling his drink in his hand, the ice clinking in the glass. What a surprise; he was still a drunk.

Abby walked up to him and told him to move.

"N-ot...until you tell me who were singing to," he said, placing his arm on the door frame, blocking her.

"Why do you care," she retorted.

Damon shrugged, disclosing it was just a mild curiosity.

"My son."

Damon stopped swirling the contents in his glass. He was obviously shocked that she had kids. She knew that in the past, long before when they had met as younger vampires, both had lamented in the fact that she was told she couldn't have any. Well, things changed in threes; hers involved having three beautiful children.

The surprise was already wearing off in his eyes.

"Good for you," he said, finally noticing the ring on her left hand. He quickly grabbed her wrist and tilted her hand back and forth and snorted. "Cute. So which one of those are you married to: Sasquatch or Grumpy?"

"Grumpy...I mean Dean," she said as he smirked. "I'm married to Dean."

"Can I ask something? How in the hell, after all you've been through...we've been through, marry a hunter," Damon seethed, walking forward from the door, pressing her back with his stride.

"He's not like other hunters. You'd know that if you didn't treat people like shit and talked to them instead of making asinine assumptions," she said, trying to move around him as he was comparing her to abuse victims on the Maury Povich show who always stood up for their men. "You know, I could still kill you, Damon."

"Look at Miss Badass...or should I call you Mrs. Badass now. Sounds very matronly," he grinned his famous crooked smile. "And, you can't kill me, sweetie. I know you're still on a cute Disney animal diet and me; I'm still hooked on human. So, no, hun, you can't beat me."

Abby noted that it's not like she hadn't kicked his ass before in the same condition.

"Oh please, I let you win every time," Damon scoffed. "Besides, I knew where every fight we had led us...and it was worth fighting with you to get to that part." He winked.

"You're such a jerk," she said, as she pushed him away and walked out the door.