The moon rose high and bright against the dark sky as he drove down the seemingly endless road. A full moon was rarely a good sign. He was reminded of Madison, a werewolf him and Dean met. A woman he opened his heart to. She became a slave of the moon and became a murderer unbeknownst to herself. Under the wolf's curse, she didn't have any control over her actions. She ran with her emotions, her heightened anger drove her over the edge and in the morning, she'd forget all about it.

Control.

Sam wondered if he still had it. Of course he had, a voice boomed in his mind. Another disagreed. Sam had been drinking more of the juice, he knew he had, considering it now completed half of his entire fluid intake. But he chose to do so. Slowly increasing his intake during the weeks he had trailed Klaus, as the blood made him stronger, faster and more alert. It was like his personal energy drink… not unlike coffee. More like Dean is like with his booze… or his pie.

Oh God, he thought. How will he explain this to his brother? He was not prepared to stop drinking it, not when there was a hybrid pack none too eager to off their heads. Plus, it saved his life! If not for the diluted vampire blood in his system, Dean would be long dead. Although it was not on his plans to tell him that, he could just imagine the self-destruction Dean would get to. His brother became a vampire once. And just like Madison, he intended on ending his life.

Self Sacrifice.

He was reminded of that one point of his life when he lived for demon blood. He was no Saint, nor was Dean. But was it really wrong of him to cling on to dear life, run away and be a monster than end it just like that? He managed to overcome it, with the help of his brother. There was nothing to overcome this time. He was in full control. He only hoped Dean would at least listen.

Please, please don't let this be another pink elephant to be pushed in the furthest corner of the room, he thought.

He was woken up from his musings the moment he passed by the sign that welcomed him to the town that he hoped, would bear all the answers.


'Say what?' Caroline's drunken slur erupted.

'Oh Come on, Caroline, it was just another way to contact him!' her friend replied, sounding a little defensively.

'I don't know Bonnie, I think I agree with Caroline on this one' Elena chirped, sipping her drink before saying, 'sleeping with a paper full of his name that you dutifully handwrote, under your pillow...'

'Exactly!' Caroline shouted.

'Oh my gosh, you guys, it's just a spell!' Bonnie said.

'Yeah right.'

'Pretty juicy spell, don't you think?' Caroline chimed, winking exaggeratedly at her friends. 'I mean, dreaming about each other… now they're-'

'Hold it!' Bonnie cut her off, 'It's not like that at all! It was part of a spell; I needed to contact him. The only thing I had of him was his name and his face.' She continued amidst Elena and Caroline's giggles, 'I wrote his name down, and concentrate my thoughts on telling him to come here. And I felt some sort of magical force touch me.' Both girls were now on the floor, squealing, fanning themselves with their hands.

Bonnie rolled her eyes, 'Oh my god. It wasn't like that! It's the witch!'

'A threeso-' Caroline gasped over dramatically, 'I knew you there was a naughty vixen only waiting to unravel amidst this whole…' she flapped her arms around, unable to find word.

'Shut that trap, Care, before I do any real damage,' Bonnie downed a shot, 'Now, this lady, I can't really say she's a witch because she didn't have that sort of pull. I don't know how to explain it, she didn't have the magic otherwise she'd have felt me, but she was magical in the sense that I was able to penetrate her mind…'

'Stop it with the innuendo, please!' Caroline begged.

'Here's to the joys of singledom!' Elena poured tequila on their shot glasses and raised hers up in the air, 'To all the douchebags who says they love you, turns into some heartless megalomaniac, leaves you, comes back to being his lovely gorgeous self but won't talk about it!'

Woah. The atmosphere just went for a nosedive. Her friend had always been a lightweight. Give her a few shots and she's the same happy, bubbly cheerleader of yesteryear, a few more and she's drunken sailor ready to pour her hearts out to those willing (or not) to listen… One shot away from a classy pass-out.

As much as she appreciated her friend finally opening up, this was a conversation for the sober. She looked over to Bonnie who just downed her shot, and was now looking awkwardly between her and their wasted friend. Trying to salvage the happy sleepover, she exclaimed, 'A Squib!'

'A what?' Bonnie and Elena turned to her, confused.

'A squib!' she repeated. Well clearly her friends needed more explaining, 'you know, for a witch you don't know much of your history.'

'Excuse me?' She couldn't sound offended even if she tried, the alcohol was making her friend so giddy she wouldn't care what ever profanity she called her.

'Come on! She's from a magical background but doesn't have magic! A squib!'

Elena lighted up. 'Ah! Harry Potter!'

'Ugh, Muggles!' she scoffed.

The good atmosphere was back again. The Boy-who-lived saves the day, she inwardly giggled.


It was all too simple in his mind. Keep his brother breathing, take him to Mystic Falls, witch sorts it all out.

Now that he's in town, in a cheap motel, he mentally kicked himself wondering how he survived twenty odd years of hunting with this stupidity. He chanced a glance at his brother, now breathing rapid and shallowly. All the wounds are starting to manifest in him yet again. He hadn't replenished himself yet so he can't give him his blood again. He could find a vampire around town, but he doubts that would be any easy. If only he could ask the sheriff, wouldn't that be grand?

He had no name, no face. It's not like he can summon her. A hot witch, well if he was going by Dean's standards… He ran a hand through his hair.

'Damn it all,' he muttered, as he browsed through the phone booth. What was he thinking even picking this up? A Witch advertising herself; almost as good as asking the sheriff! He shrugged. He needed a local archive… the library would be closed; his laptop was back in the motel.

He got his phone, and dialled the other person he needed some serious explaining to. He paused as the receiver picked up.

'Hello?'

'Hey, Bobby.'

'Sam, glad to hear from ya. How's it going?' Clearly, Bobby was also ignoring the humongous pink Elephant.

'Look-'

'What do you need, Sam?' he said, clearly not ready to talk about it yet.

'I'm sorry, Bobby. I know he meant so much-'

'What do you need, Sam?' he repeated, his voice slightly edgier.

Sam sighed, 'I was just wondering if you know the witches living in a town called Mystic Falls?'

Silence filled the line. 'Bobby?' he asked, wondering if he was still there.

'Still here, Sam,' was his reply, followed by, 'The Bennetts.'

'The Bennetts?' Sam echoed. He had heard stories about them, and if half of them were true… his brother would be alive and kicking, asking for pies the second he finds that Bennett witch.

'What's this about, boy?' Bobby asked, sounding worried, 'I know the Bennetts, Sam. They don't meddle with dark magic, they mind their own business but put one foot wrong and you're dead. You don't want to mess with them, boy.'

'No, god no,' he reassured him, 'I just… I'll be careful.'

'You better be.'

'Yes, I will.' He inhaled sharply before saying, 'Thanks, Bobby.'

'Take care, Sammy.'

He pressed the red button to end the call before throwing the phone into the bed. There it was again. A familiar tightening pooled around his chest… when all of this is done, he will find time to talk to Bobby. He needed to explain his side, to make sure there weren't any misunderstandings. God knows where misunderstandings can lead.

He picked up the phone book again, this time with a clearer idea of what he was looking for.

'Bennett… Bennett… Bennett… ah! Here we go, Sheila Bennett.'

He dialled the number, pacing around the room with the phone receiver locked between his shoulder and his head. He was in the middle of reloading bullets in his pistol when a voice said, 'Hey! You've reached Bonnie Bennett; I'm not at home at the moment. Please leave your message along with your contact details and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Have a nice day!'

Sam did as the voice instructed, dropped the phone and sighed.

Dead End, yet again.

He looked at the phone blankly. It was an off-white corded telephone, covered in scratches and looked like it had served its time. All the motels around America seemed to have the same one. He then glanced at the motel leaflet that stood next to it; a bright idea popped into his head.

Why hadn't he thought about it? At least it came to him now, he thought as he brought out his blackberry and started typing Bonnie Bennett.

A list of hits came up, and he narrowed it down with the words 'Mystic Falls'.

'Yes.' He quietly cheered, quickly scanning the 'hot witch' his brother told him about. She was with two other girls in the picture: one blonde and the other raven haired, they all seemed to be having the time of their lives. He sighed, as he scrolled down into her profile. She seemed to have recently updated her status.

Again, he asked himself why he hadn't thought about this earlier. The status consisted of who she was with: Elena Gilbert and Caroline Forbes; where she was: Caroline Forbes' house; and what they were doing: getting drunk.

A little more researching and he found the Forbes' address; turns out his instincts weren't as bad he thought, Caroline Forbes was the sheriff's daughter. He toyed with the idea of posing as an FBI agent, but ditched it. He was willing to bet on anything that the sheriff wasn't home, and Bonnie Bennett would be more accepting of him if her were honest.

He quickly got ready, laid Dean in the backseat of the Impala and set out to Caroline Forbes' house.


A/N: I would've updated sooner but my genius-ness acted up a bit... I wrote around 500 words the other day, only to realise I hadn't saved it. hehe. But truth be told, that draft wasn't very good anyway. I think I'm happier with this one, I hope you are too:D

reviews, follows etc. are very much appreciated

-nikki