"So, when were you going to tell me that he's staying with you tonight?"

Katherine turned to the sound of Damon's angry voice behind her, her stomach clenching.

"How long have you been spying?" She asked, folding her arms across her chest. She knew that this was going to happen.

'I don't even know why I thought he'd be okay and happy about the situation. Part of me wished the he would be, but that's just a fantasy.'

"Long enough to see you invite him to stay with you tonight." He said, his crystal blue eyes glaring into hers. His posture was stiff, his jaw clenched. Typical angry Damon.

Sighing, she shook her head. "It's nothing important, Damon. He has nowhere to go for the night and I was being hospitable. Because that's the kind of person I am, okay?"

Damon scoffed at her, staring at her incredulously. "Hospitable? He could have easily stayed at the motel. That's where he was going to stay to begin with. I don't know how you could have invited him into your home. Someone you don't even know!" He stressed, shaking his head. "I can't believe you."

Katherine gaped at him. "You have no right to tell me who I can and can't hang out with or invite into my home, Damon. Jeremy will be there wi-" He cut her off with a sharp humorless laugh.

"Oh, like that boy can protect you if this guy tries anything on you. Jeremy can barely defend himself. Remember the Silas incident? Yeah, you'll both be dead before morning!" Damon said carelessly, not realizing what he had said to her. Making her remember when Jeremy died, the pain she felt, how she wanted to just die. "Katherine.. I didn't mean it like-" Damon began to speak as he seen the fear overflow her face, and she cut him off. "For what. Speaking your mind without caring about other people's feelings?" She said, her voice thin and bitter, she waited for a response and she didn't get one, all she got was a shocked expression upon Damon's face. "Yeah.. That's what I thought." She then seen Jeremy and Dean on their way out of the grill, laughing about something.

She turned to Damon and sighed. "I'll see you tomorrow morning, okay? I love you." She said, leaning up on her tiptoes to press her lips onto his.

Damon reached down and grabbed her hips, yanking her closer to his body. This was something he usually didn't do in public. He kissed her like he did when they were alone, the kind she had recently gotten used to. She barely heard the door to the grill open when Damon pulled away. "We'll talk about this later." He said before he was gone.

"Hey Kat, you ready to go?" Jeremy asked, climbing into the back seat.

She looked over, catching Dean's eyes that were locked on hers. "Everything okay?" He asked, his voice sounded worried.

Nodding, she put on a small smile on her lips and straightened her shirt that Damon had lifted. "Yeah, I'm good. Maybe a little tired." She covered, getting into the car, grateful that she turned up the heat. Her body was still warm from Damon's kiss but the heat from the car helped with her shaky hands.

The drive back tot he house was quiet. She could tell both of them were exhausted by the way their heads dropped, like they were falling asleep. Gaped at the clock, she couldn't blame them. It was a little passed midnight and they both had a long day. Jeremy had been training with Tyler, practicing his fighting skills. Since he still had his mark, it made him strong so he needed to learn how to control that power. He had been complaining about his sore muscles and there was only so much she could do other than make him tea and as comfortable as possible. And Dean had said that he walked all the way to town, which is a pretty long walk from the main highway. So he was probably just as tired. She's sure all he wanted was a nice warm soft bed. She pulled into the driveway and shut off the car.

"Alright. We're finally here." She said, pulling them from their doze. Jeremy quickly got out and ran upstairs once they walked into the house, probably to go make up the spare bedroom.

Dean looked around the house, a small smile on his lips. "This is cute. Your parents house?" He asked, looking at pictures on the mantle.

"Uh, yeah. It was my parents. When they died, it went to our aunt Jenna. And when she passed, it went to me." She said, pouring a glass of water.

Dean looked over at Katherine in shock. "I'm sorry..." He said softly, sympathy clearly in his eyes.

Katherine shrugged. "It was a long time ago... I've gotten used to it by now." She said, looking at the picture he was holding. It was of Jeremy, Katherine and their parents at the beach the summer before the car accident. That was one of her favorites because they were all so happy. They never thought that something like that would ever happen to their family. And then the accident happened and nothing had ever been the same.

Jeremy came down the stairs then, rubbing his eyes. "Alright, the spare room is all set up and ready for you." He informed Dean, walking over to Katherine. "I'm exhausted, so I'm going to go to sleep. Love you." He said, hugging her goodnight. He nodded at Dean as he passed, going upstairs to his room.

She smiled over at Dean. "Well, I'm sure you're tired, so I'll show you where the room is." Katherine said, grabbing her water and phone, having him follow her upstairs. She passed her room and pushed open the door on the right. "It connects to my room, so if you need anything, you can go through there. I'm going to head to bed but feel free to take a shower and the kitchen is packed full, I went shopping yesterday." She sighed, running her fingers through her hair. "I think that's it. Do you need anything else?" She asked him.

Dean shook his head, putting his bag onto the bed, looking over at her. "Thank you, Katherine. I really appreciate it." He said, his voice sincere.

She smiled, about to say something when she yawned.

Dean chuckled. "Go to bed. I'll see you in the morning." He said, before yawning himself.

She laughed and nodded. "Goodnight Dean."

She shut the door on her way out and headed to her room, shutting and locking it behind herself. Not because she felt unsafe but in a way, it was calming. She liked to know that she had protection when Jeremy was asleep. He'd probably be out like a log tonight, so it would be hard to wake him up. She pulled out her phone and sent a quick text to Damon.

"I'm not dead yet. I'll see you in the morning."

She pressed send and walked over to the closet, changing out of her dark clothes and slid on her favorite pair of boxers. They had Spongebob all over them. Jeremy had gotten them for her twelfth birthday because she had been complaining that she wanted boxers. There were her normal sleepwear whenever Damon wasn't spending the night because they were a little embarrassing. But right now, she couldn't care less.

Her phone chirped from the bedside table and she sighed, throwing on a tank and ran to the phone, opening the message from Damon.

"I'm still mad at you." He wrote.

She smiled, rolling her eyes at how he could still sound mad and cocky through a text message.

"I love you too, Damon."

The sound of the shower being turned on was a calming sound, one that made her feel like sleeping. She laid on her side, staring at the door to the bathroom, listening to the sound of the water hit the bottom of the tub, and a faint hum, which made her smile.

It may be okay after all. He seemed to be okay staying here and he hadn't showed any signs of being weird, which was extremely important. She sighed, closing her eyes as she waited for the sound of water to pull her to sleep and after a while it worked. She fell under consciousness, thinking about Dean and his scars.

Sorry about this chapter being extremely shorter than the others. I've been busy lately with school starting, but I shall keep writing.
'Til the end! Xoxoxo UH. (Unorthodox Hero)~