"Bonnie," Dean called after her, slamming the door behind him, making Sheila roll her eyes at him. She dropped the papers she was grading on the coffee table and looked at her granddaughter, who was heading towards the refrigerator for a bottle of water. She looked at the Winchester boys, Sam looked sheepish and Dean, well he looked like the asshole he could be.

"What's going on?"

"Hmph, maybe you should ask them that Grams? Ask them why they're posing as U of V students, pretending to interview Stefan Salvatore. I mean-."

"You went to interview Stefan Salvatore."

"Sheila, we had our suspicions-."

"Suspicions about what," Bonnie screamed, jerking the attention back across the room towards her. It was then that she noticed it. The silent comraderie between the three. Why had her grandmother taken in two guys she hadn't seen in years in the first place? Her grandmother looked at the floor, back at Bonnie, some unwavering knowing pulsing through the tension in the room. 'Oh My God' she thought. They knew. Her grandmother knew about the Salvatores and she hadn't said a single word. But Dean and Sam, how did they-.

"You know? You know about the Salvatore brothers? About Damon and Stefan? And how they're-."

"Bloodsucking leeches," Dean answered.

"Yeah Bonnie we know. Which brings us to the question of how do you know."

She needed to sit down. That's why they had come here. To…hunt Stefan and Damon. Oh God, she should be relieved shouldn't she. With the Salvatore brothers gone everything could go back to normal. Right? Granted she would still be a witch but she wouldn't have to worry about any freaky deaths or looking over her shoulder every ten seconds because if Stefan and Damon could walk around in the sunlight there were definitely others who could as well.

"My best friend Elena. She's Stefan's girlfriend. And Stefan isn't the one you should be worried about at all."

"What do you mean? There's more than one?"

"How did you find out about Stefan? And if you did how could you not know that Mystic Falls is one big huge vampire magnet nest?"

"Bonnie, sweetheart, what are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about Emily, our great witch of an ancestor. Dear God Grams, how could you not know about Emily?"

Sheila came towards her granddaughter, holding her hands and then moving to hugging her. Dean and Sam looked on, anxious to excuse themselves but needing to know what Bonnie knew and needing to know it now. They hadn't been expecting this, the missing bodies only sounded like just one vampire and Stefan Salvatore had been their best bet. But now he had a brother and now thinking back on it, that dude who had glued himself to Bonnie was who they were laying their money on.

"Before I say anymore, I want to know who you guys are. Who you are really? What you do? And what the hell you're doing here looking for Stefan Salvatore, because I made a promise to my best friend and I'll be damned if I break if just because of two people I haven't seen since I was twelve."

Sam, looked at his brother. The girl was brave and smart and loyal, a lot more than he'd given her credit for. Especially Dean, when he had seen her in that cheerleading outfit, which she was still in by the way, he couldn't get his upstairs brain working hardly. He hadn't given a second thought to whether Bonnie would be this loyal or perceptive at all. But he gave her props, she had managed to stay alive while hanging around a bunch of killers. And so Dean came clean and told her the truth. About how they were hunters. About what they did. About how they found out about Stefan. About why they were here.

"Wow, I didn't have a clue. Then again you guys seem like the type, paranoid vagabonds and all that," she smiled. Dean felt warmer inside, like her smile just brightened up the room and his mood. It was odd.

"You're handling this a lot better than most people," Sam answered.

"Yeah, well I know two vampires so I guess I was prepared. And ghosts, not completely far fetched either considering my ancestor Emily just completely possessed me a few weeks ago. Werewolves? Why not. Evil clown who eat people? Well, I always knew something wasn't quite right with those freaky beings."

Sam laughed. Finally, someone who understood. It just wasn't that natural to be that cheery. But despite Bonnie's smile, he noticed she wasn't quite yet comfortable with the revelation at all.

"You can't come after Stefan."

"Bonnie he's-" Dean started

"Not killing anyone. He hasn't feed off of a human in years."

Lenore, Dean thought. He had learned his lesson then. Some things didn't deserve killing. He was what he was but at least he wasn't a monster. His black and white had been shook up to gray then. He still felt a struggle. But maybe…just maybe.

"The one you should be worried about is Stefan's brother Damon. He's the one that killed all those people, he's a psychopathic vampire. And what you need is vervain."

"Vervain?"

"It's a plant. It's poisonous to him. You need to find some. It doesn't grow in Mystic Falls, my guess is that Damon took care of that. But today when I stepped in between you two-."

"So the guy who was draped all over you is the psychopathic leech you're warning us about?"

"He can't hurt me. He won't hurt me."

Sam was questionable but there was a deep conviction behind that statement, a conviction that shouldn't have been there. Sheila even looked at her granddaughter, confused as to what she meant or if she was even being honest with herself. Since when did vampires not hurt people?

"What makes you think that," Sam asked, trying to be as sincere as possible.

"He made a promise. To Emily, that he would protect her descendants. He won't break it."

"Yeah maybe that was all good until you spilled to us-."

"He won't hurt me Dean."

That's because she had something that he wanted. He couldn't hurt her until he had the tomb open. She could buy her time in between then. She didn't have a plan, at least not yet. But with her new witchyness, she was sure she could come up with something.

"But what you need to know is that tonight when I stepped in between you two, he was about to compel you."

"Compel?"

"Yeah, as in force you to do what he wants, tell him what he wants, complete control over you. That's why you need the vervain because it will protect you from his freaky mind control."

Dean was shaken. Since when did vampires have mind control? And where was this damn plant he had to find? He realized he had rushed into this blind, assuming that Stefan Salvatore had been like other run of the mill vampires he had ever come across-excluding Lenore and her bunch.

"Bonnie, what did you mean earlier when you said that Mystic Falls was one big vampire magnet nest?"

"I mean that back in 1865, the town lost it. Went after all the vampires that were in Mystic Falls and Emily sealed them up in tomb. Damon's trying to open it, his dead girlfriend is locked in there, he wants to let her out," she noticed their expressions. Biting her lip she continued, "Yeah. And they're a few above ground. I don't know how many for sure. But there are. And the Salvatores-and a few others who might be above ground or locked in the tomb-can walk around in the sunlight. They look normal."

"So you're telling me that anyone in this town could be a vampire? And they want to let their buddies down there out to play?"

It sounded worse when Dean said it out loud. And she had said too much anyway. She needed to keep the grimwoire to herself. The more people knew about it the harder it would be to keep it safe.

"We are so screwed," Dean said running his hand across his face, his ring tugging on the bridge of his nose.

"Maybe not," Sheila shrugged, "I know where you can get some vervain."