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.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Wow it has been entirely too long since I have update. I apologize. My life has been a whirlwind since March. For one thing, I took a writing class because I had tremendous writer's block. I just could not get creative. Second, and most importantly, I found out mid-March that I am pregnant and my husband and I will be expecting our first baby in November. :-) This chapter isn't near as exciting as the rest of it. I have most of the story outlined and it really is getting fun to write again. I hope you all enjoy!
Abby sat at the table in The Grill beside Damon, his arm lightly wrapped around her waist. She forced a smile across the table at Sheriff Forbes as Damon's fingers precariously traced the outline of her hip.
She shot a quick glance at Dean, who was visibly not amused. He was thankfully keeping his cool for the moment, but she didn't know how long he could keep it up; Dean Winchester wasn't the most patient man that walked the Earth. However, if shutting his trap for a while meant getting information on the case, he would withhold his bitching for a short while. Abby did not want to think about what would transpire once the sheriff departed and it was just Dean and Damon.
"This is rather sudden, Damon," Liz Forbes remarked. "I knew Caroline was smitten by you for a while-"
"It was a crush, Liz. She's a kid. No, this is...something more," he grinned at Abby.
Liz pressed for details about how Damon and Abby had met and fallen in love.
"Yeah, how did you two meet," Dean asked as if he was truly interested, but his tone was obviously mocking.
"Oh, you know what they say, Dean. 'What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,'" Damon chuckled.
Damon continued on about how he and Abby had been friends for a long time and had given a relationship a shot but it didn't pan out and they broke up. They had been young and stupid kids, but now was the right time. They happened to run into each other on a recent vacation and reconnected. One evening in Vegas, they decided to the whole marriage thing a whirl and went down to one of the little chapels on the strip.
With Liz mesmerized by the suave vampire's story about love lost and recovered, Damon lifted Abby's left hand to his lips. She didn't need to look at Dean to know he was fuming.
Abby decided to give her real husband a quick look, one of intent to remind him that it was just a game and they were still there on a fact finding mission. Dean's shoulders loosened, and he grabbed the menu from behind the ketchup.
"Can I see the ring," Liz asked, her eyes gleaming.
"Um, sure," Abby said, moving her hand over the table and presenting it to the sheriff.
"It's just a little something that we got at the Little White Chapel. I'll get her something other than that trinket soon," Damon said.
Abby's heart sunk at his words as she knew the ring that was on her finger was much more than a trinket; it was Dean's mother's'. It was the only tangible memory of her that survived the fire that had destroyed his childhood. It meant the world him and it was hard for Dean to ever part with it under any circumstance.
"Well, I actually love it," Abby looked at her ring in admiration. She gave Dean a sympathetic look across the table. "It's perfect."
"It'll do for now," Damon clipped.
Damon really was playing with fire and he knew it.
"Well, I better get going," the sheriff said, getting up to leave. "Hey, there's this celebration for the town tomorrow. I'd love for you both to come and you two as well." She nodded in Dean and Sam's direction. "It's a formal event up at the Lockwoods."
"We'll be there," Damon smiled. "Take care Liz and let us know if you need help with that...situation."
With a smile and a polite wave, Sheriff Forbes walked away and then the fun really began.
Sam plopped down on the hotel bed, trying to ignore the silence growing between Abby and Dean.
After the meeting with Sheriff Forbes and Damon's untimely and untrue introduction of Abby, Dean had been quiet. Well, quietly stewing was more like it.
As if on cue, Dean picked up his bag and violently tossed it to the corner.
"What," Abby finally spoke, the tone of her voice full of annoyance.
"Why didn't you say something," he asked.
"What did you want me to say," she retorted.
"Oh, I don't know 'Damon's on crack,' or 'Gee, I'm really with that guy over there,' or anything!"
"He jumped on the idea! I didn't have time," she argued. "Yelling about it now isn't going to make any difference. What's done is done."
"So you're okay with this," Dean spat back. "You're okay with your sorta-ex-boyfriend, that you claim to hate, says that your his wifey?"
Abby turned to Sam, asking him if she had said anything about enjoying being referred to as Damon's spouse. He answered with a resounding no; she hadn't said anything in that regard.
"See," she said to Dean.
Dean walked out of the hotel room and slammed the door.
Abby sighed and threw her hands up in defeat.
"I can't win, Sam. I just can't win...I'm going for a walk," she said before making her own dramatic exit, storming out the door.
Sam stretched on one of the full size beds
"What the hell am I doing with these two," Sam said out loud as he tried to relax. He was almost passed out when his phone started to ring.
"Hello," he answered.
"Hi Sam," Abby sighed. "Listen, we have a problem-Damon just called me and Sheriff Forbes is going to drop something off for him. He thinks-he thinks, since we told her we were staying there, that we should actually...stay there."
Oh.
"I need you to do me a favor-and convince your brother."
Dean just needed to walk and needed some air. He just needed some time to think and regroup.
That's when he ran into him. He was lucky he wasn't alone.
"Well hello," Elena greeted. "Nice to see you again. Hey, you okay?"
He nodded and said he was fine. Damon smirked.
"Oh, cheer up," Damon said. "I was only joking around. I had to come up with something."
Stefan and Elena immediately turned to Damon and asked him what he did. Damon feigned innocence but couldn't help but give in and tell them the truth.
"Well, we ran into Sheriff Forbes and she wanted me to introduce the three stooges so I did but I kinda told her that Abby and I are newlyweds."
"What," Stefan said.
"That's what I said, plus a few more swears," Dean admitted.
Elena moved closer to Damon to get a good look in his eyes. Suddenly the cocky ass Damon wasn't so cocky. He clearly didn't want to lie to her. Did Damon care what Elena thought of him? Huh. Who would have guessed. Dean was learning much more about his wife's ex.
"Why would you do that," Elena asked him.
Damon didn't answer right away, either thinking of a lie or thinking of a way around the fact that he did it just to be a dick.
"Look, it just came out but what's done is done. That's what Liz thinks so we have to roll with it."
Stefan shrugged and mouthed sorry to Dean. Why was he apologizing? Stefan didn't have to; he seemed cool. At least one brother wasn't a complete asshole.
"Wait-isn't Liz coming over tonight," Stefan asked Damon, who said that she was going to stop by and drop off some info on the girl who got killed.
Damon nodded in reply and announced that he had already figured a way to keep her less suspicious: he had called Abby offered that they at the boarding house.
"Look, Dean, I know you might have a problem with it but just think about it. If we have to keep making excuses about why she's not around if she happens to show up at 2am, she's going to figure it out. Liz is sharp. She'll know something is up or at least she'll think she's a vampire and that wouldn't work for any of us. So what do you say? Up for staying there?"
There had to be another way, but-what the douche was saying did make some sense. Let's say Liz was suspicious...if she did show up at random, crazy times of the day and they weren't there...sure one or two excuses would work but then she would figure it out. After all, the sheriff knew enough to figure out there were vampires in town.
"Ab, that's going to be damn near impossible," Sam sighed. "I don't think it's going to happen. I think we can play it off that we stay here because-"
Abby stopped him mid-sentence and explained that Damon said the sheriff is very mistrusting of anyone new in town, and in the best interest of everyone involved, they should bunk with the vampire brothers. Not only that, but it would help to protect them. After all, whoever was out there had attacked Dean outright.
"Look I'd don't like it anymore than you do, Sam. I fought Damon tooth and nail but he made a good argument," she paused. "If you too want to say you moved out, that's fine, but since he said we're married, I'm rather stuck. If the sheriff shows up and none of my stuff is there-"
Sam sighed and said he would talk with Dean. His phone vibrated, announcing that he was getting another call. Dean's name flashed on the screen.
Speak of the devil.
"I'll talk to you later, Ab," he said, hanging up on his sister-in-law to take his brother's call. "Yeah, what's up Dean?"
"God, I can't believe I'm frickin' saying this-"
"What?"
"Pack up...we're going to be staying at the Salvatores. I'm going to stop you before you say anything because I'm not too comfortable with this either. Just-just pack. I'll meet you there. Let Ab know to get her ass over there too."
Sam hung up, his brow pulled together in confusion.
