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". There are some particulars mentioned in regards to the TVD Season 2 plot, up through the episode entitled "Katerina". 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.

NOTE: In my original SPN story, Ruby went from bad to a good guy.

"That's about it so far," Stefan said, leaning against a bookcase, his arms crossed over his chest. "Katherine's back and she got what she wanted...or so she says. I don't know if I can believe her. But, if what she said is true - and that is a very big if - then she's safely put away in the tomb, and out of danger if Klaus returns. Perhaps you all could be of some help; does Abby know much about her family, from that I mean she's a Lamia so she's descended from the Originals. Does she know anything about them?"

Dean shook his head. She didn't know much about her family, he admitted. Yes, she was Lamia. She'd mentioned the names Maya and mentioned Lilith as the first of Lamia-kind; there was no Klaus that had been brought up.

Stefan admitted that he didn't know much about Klaus either except that, as an Original, it was a pretty good chance that they were all royally screwed. Being her boyfriend and protector, Stef would not remark such things to Elena.

"She's taken all of these follies to heart and sincerely believes this is all her fault," Stefan explained. "What Katherine told her, about being the doppleganger and the sun and the moon curse-the sacrifice that her and her friends would have to make in order for it to be broken-she thinks by being born, this is all her doing. I can't let her go through that alone because it's not due to her existence in any way. I won't let her feel like that. So, we're going to fight and I'll die to protect her."

Dean and Sam nodded in agreement, it was at that moment that he saw Stefan as an ally. For a vampire, he was trustworthy.

"We'll help wherever we're needed," Sam said.

"Thank you. Honestly, it means a lot to have friends who are hunters. We already have one on our side who lives in town; Alaric Saltzman. We'll call him tomorrow and have a meeting," the vampire planned.

That was enough business talk for one evening. What Stefan revealed about what had happened and was currently going on in town was a lot to digest in one helping. There was still stuff Sam and Dean would have to figure out amongst themselves; priority one being where would Klaus make his move and what was Katherine's endgame?

He pushed his thoughts aside; they were for later when he and Sam could speak in private. There wasn't a chance in hell at the boarding house of having a discreet convo, with three snoopy vampires around.

"So, nice car," Dean moved the conversation in a non-spooky direction. "What is that a '67 Camaro you were drivin?"

"Yeah. I have to say, I don't see a lot of '67 Impalas on the road anymore either. You've kept her in good condition," Stefan complimented.

"Thanks, man. Well, if you would have seen her a few years ago after a car accident we had, you wouldn't have said that-"

"Dean fixed it back into shape," Sam chimed in, patting his brother's shoulder. "And he's being modest; he basically rebuilt her from the shell up. It was not just in an accident, but completely totaled by a semi-truck."

"Wow, you did an amazing job," Stefan said. "I actually have a '67 Impala in my garage as well-well I have a whole bunch of cars."

Dean's ears perked up at the mention of cars, as in multiple. And, from the looks of the house they were in, the vampire was loaded. Who knew what kind of vehicles were in the garage. He tried to keep cool and not overstep his bounds, anxiously awaiting an invite.

"You wanna check them out," Stefan asked.

"Yes. Yes I do," Dean smirked. "You comin' Sam?"

Sam declined, explaining that he was going to join Elena out in the living room instead.

"Suit yourself," Dean smiled.

Stefan lead the way out the back door and towards his supposedly massive collection of vintage and foreign cars.

Elena sat in front of the peaceful warm fire, resting on her hand, which was perched on the couch's arm rest.

"Mind if I sit down?"

She twisted in her seat to find Sam politely standing behind her.

"Of course. You don't have to ask," Elena smiled, scooting over on the couch to allow their guest to take a seat.

Sam awkwardly chuckled and instead took a seat over in one of the individual chairs. After just having met Elena, it probably seemed odd to sit on the couch with her. After all, they were newly formed allies but had yet to cement any real friendships. Right then, they just had a goal in common and that was enough.

He sat in the chair with an exhausted exhale, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. The taller brother clasped his hands together and looked around the room. He glanced over at Elena and offered her an awkward, clumsy grin before continuing his gazing around the room.

"Must be nice having your brother around; working together," Elena asked opening up conversation, smiling to ease the tension.

"Uh, yeah, it's-good."

"Good," she questioned. "The way you said it, doesn't sound good."

Sam chuckled nervously and ran a hand through his dark brown hair.

"No, I mean, it's good. We just - we haven't worked together in a while. He's been sort of retired," Sam revealed. "You see, after Abby and him had kids, they just decided to be very careful about their lives and what they did with them."

Elena shook her head with understanding. It made complete sense; their lives that were once theirs to do what they pleased were now what three little people depended on. They needed to get home safe for the sake of their children.

She didn't let it happen often, but there were some fleeting moment where she wondered about that part of life with Stefan. Being only seventeen, the actual thought regarding being a mother, was very far off. However there was always a lingering question: what if, in the future, she felt that need? What if, when she was in her twenties, thirties or forties; what if she wanted to have a child? There was no way she would leave Stefan and there was always a surrogate or adoption, but would that be fair to the child?

There were two opposing scenarios playing out in her head; one involving a happy child sitting with a beaming Stefan. The other was more grim and involved two parents grieving because of some strange circumstance they could have prevented.

She could never risk that; never.

That stone cold fact weighed on her conscience and was eating away at her dreams when Sam cleared his voice.

"So you and Stefan seem to be doing well," he asked, which she asked why he made that assumption in return. "I just know how crazy those kind of situations can be; you know vamps and humans. But , you guys seem happy - right?"

Elena smiled.

Yes, she was very happy with Stefan; over-the-moon happy in fact.

"I love him," she admitted with a beaming smile. She couldn't hold in her happiness.

"That's good," Sam nodded.

"What about you, Sam? Do you have someone at home," she inquired.

"Actually I do - but-"

"But?"

"This is going to sound absolutely awful...she's not 'the one,' ya know? My - my girlfriend when I was twenty was 'the one'."

"If you mind me asking...what happened to her?"

"She was killed."

"Oh," Elena sighed, feeling guilty for bringing up such a clearly sensitive topic. "I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault," Sam warmly smiled, "and please, don't feel weird for bringing that up at all. It was a long time ago. You know, it's not to say that my new girlfriend is bad; I mean Ruby's nice and all. It's just that - she isn't Jessica. She never will be Jess. There's just something about someone that's, unique and amazing, that when they burn out, they char a piece of you. You're never the same when you meet them and you'll never be the same without them."

Elena scooted off the couch and put her hand on his knee.

"I understand completely."

"Aw, come on, Abby. I'm only teasing, but the bedroom is just down the hall and we did just fight," Damon's voice sounded from the landing over Elena's shoulder.

Feet stomped down the stairs at a fast pace.

"You are un-believable," Abby seethed, turning around to face her pursuer. "I didn't think that you could still possibly be this annoying after all this time, but here we are!"

"Sweetie, it's just so fun to crawl under your skin and you make it so easy," he smiled, stroking her cheek. "So, bedroom?"

"Ugh!" The female vamp easily knocked his hand away.

Sam stood up from his seat and Abby moved to his side, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You okay," her brother-in-law asked her.

"Yeah, but I think we should go. Where's Dean?"

An engine roared in the distance.

"From the sounds of it, bonding with my sibling in gear-head brotherhood. Nerds," Damon chuckled. "Well, I'm off to the bar, but I'd be rude not to welcome you all to spend the night. We've got an extra bedroom that the Hardy Boys can share. Abby, you and me can bunk together."

"Never gonna happen, bucko," Abby smirked. "In your dreams."

He walked closer, a mischievous grin plastered across his cocky face.

"In my dreams Abby, I do more than just sleep next to you."

With that last remark, he blurred out the door. Abby let out an infuriated gasp.

"Why can't I just kill him? PLEASE explain that to me, Sam," Abby questioned. Sam just shrugged in reply.

Elena smiled at Abby, knowing full well the frustration Damon Salvatore could cause and what one would endure to work beside him. Damon always seemed to have an M.O. Sure he tortured everyone he could, but he spent most time tormenting those with his sarcasm when he cared about them. She knew this well, being the butt of most of his new jokes. Stefan got it the worst. Now, Abby?

"How do you know the boys," Elena finally inquired.

"Dude, those cars were just - awesome."

"Thanks, Dean," Stefan's voice was heard in the far room.

Her heart smiled at his voice. Guess the boys were back from playing with their toys.

"But, honestly," Stefan continued, "your Impala is in much better shape than mine. If you're going to stick around for a while during this hunt, maybe you could work on it? I'd pay you."

Dean smiled, shaking his head yes and shrugging.

"Ah, sure. I own a garage back home so I can get parts. It's no problem," Dean smirked. He turned and looked to his brother and wife, and his eyes changed from excited to questioning; he was looking at Abby.

"You okay," he asked, moving towards her.

"Fine," she snapped before putting a hand to her head. "I'm sorry, Elena. Stefan."

"Don't be sorry. I apologize for my brother's attitude," Stefan said, knowing without having been there that Damon was the cause of her irritation. "You know, you guys are more than welcome to stay here during your time in Mystic Falls. There is plenty of room."

"Sure beats the old motel," Dean started before being elbowed in the side by Abby. "But, no thanks. We're good."

The group exchanged goodbyes and the three headed out the door.

Elena and Stefan returned to the couch, with Stefan sitting and Elena laying with her one head on the head rest, her feet propped on Stefan's lap.

"So," Elena started, "How do you and Abby know each other?"

Stefan smirked and laughed, asking her how long it's been bothering her. She admitted it was since they met up with them downtown.

"We met in 1911 in New York City," he paused, grinning at her. "It's a long story, when do you need to get home again?"

Was he stalling? She was not going to have any of that.

"A while, now start talking."