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Elena

The last time Jeremy had crutches was when he was in third grade and fell off his bike, fracturing his ankle. He had

to hobble around on those things for six weeks and I remember laughing at him every time he dropped something

because I wouldn't pick it up for him.

I had a feeling that I wasn't the only one that would be laughing this time.

Dean found the point of crutches hilarious and he'd watch Jeremy try to go upstairs with them and he'd double over

laughing, catching Jeremy every time he was about to fall backwards.

They had gotten pretty close over the last few days, most bonding had been over Dean's impala and I was glad.

After Tyler came back from being on the run from Klaus, he was different and barely had time to hang out with Jer.

Matt worked so much, trying to save up for college that he hardly found time to even text. It was hard for Jer. I

could tell by the way he'd look around the house, seeking something to do. He was bored. Him and I had gotten

closer because of our shared loneliness and the bond between us strengthened. So now I was glad that there was a

guy around to hang with him who shared the same interests.

Watching Dean with him felt normal. Almost like Dean did this for a living and he knew nothing different than

helping. Probably because of Dean's little brother Sam that he usually talked about. He said that Jeremy and him

would get along. They had about the same personality.

Since we came back from the hospital, Dean had been acting a little off, his mind elsewhere. I guessed it was just

because he was tired from saving Jer earlier or maybe Damon's irrational scolding. Either way, he looked like he

might as well not even be there because he was so distracted.

When we got home, Dean helped Jeremy get set up on the couch, handing him all the remotes and his phone.

Jeremy sighed, giving him an exasperated look. "Come on Dean. I don't need to be babied."

Dean smirked, pinching Jer's cheeks playfully. "But you are a baby." he said in a voice you would speak to a toddler in. I laughed, quickly covering my mouth to hide it. "A broken baby that is. You need to stay put and heal."

Jeremy rolled his eyes, turning on the tv. "Whatever you say Deano."

I smiled at the two of them as I prepared dinner, throwing some random stuff together. All Jer could talk about on

the way home was how he really hated hospital food and he wanted a good home cooked meal.

Dean walked around the island to join me, checking out what I was doing. "Need help?" he asked, looking down at

me.

I set down the spatula and put my hands on my hips. "You can cook?" I asked, kinda shocked. He didn't seem like

the cooking type.

Dean pursed his lips, thinking about it. "Eh... not really. I just wanted to be able to help you out."

I sighed, nodding. "Alright. You can help me put a salad together." I pointed to the bowl of greens and some

veggies next to it. Go ahead and cut up some of the cucumber and carrot and put it in there. Make sure they're bite

size." I said, pointing the knife at him playfully.

He put his hands up in surrender, a humored glint in his eyes. I could hear him behind me, cutting, the knife hitting

the cutting board with a dull thud. We worked in silence for a while, the sound of Jeremy changing every two

seconds the only sound that we heard. Occasionally I'd glance at him, watching his hands skillfully use the knife. It

looked natural for him. After about a minute, I looked up again to catch him looking at me too. I blushed and looked

away but out of the corner of my eye, I could see that he was still watching me.

Suddenly he let out a yelp, dropping the knife.

I turned and went up to him, trying to see what he did. Thank god there wasn't a vampire in this house right now.

That would probably not end well. He faced me but hid his hand behind his back, a pained look on his face.

"Let me see Dean." I said, trying to grab his hand. Of course he was stronger than me and he kept his hand firmly

behind him. I pressed myself into him more, trying to get as close as I could to get more of a grip of his hand. When

I finally did, he didn't pull away and I was able to look at his hand. Nothing. No blood. No injury. I looked up at him

in question.

He had a large smirk on his mouth, one I wanted to smack off his face.

"What?-" I asked, confused. He put both hands on my hips, pulling me closer.

"Oh I don't know. Just wanted you to be right here next to me." he said, his voice deeper than usual. I swallowed,

looking up at him. He still had that stupid smirk on and he noticed my gaze toward them because the smirk became

a full out grin. "Whats wrong Elena? Do I make you nervous?"

I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. I looked back down to his mouth and I could feel him leaning

closer to me. I told myself to pull back. I knew it was wrong. 'You're with Damon, stupid. What do you think you're

doing?' I questioned as his mouth got closer. I still didn't pull away. Because for some reason, I didn't really care. All

I could concentrate on was his burning large hands on my hips and his piercing green eyes gazing into mine. I could

now feel his breath breeze across my face, spearmint and... Dean.

"Hey Elena, come look at this!" Jeremy yelled from the living room, his voice causing me to come out of my dream

like trance. I pulled back in shock, staring at Dean. He took a deep breath and cleared his throat.

I turned and walked into the living room, trying to calm my labored breathing. "What is it Jer?" I asked, seeing him

point to the TV.

"Another body was found today off the hiking trail, from what looks like another animal mauling. Police say that the

evidence is a little different from the others that have been found recently. The body is just skin and bones and in

almost looks inhuman. The man who found the body is here with us, still in a little shock." The camera view moved

to an older man, maybe forty, with pale skin and wide eyes.

"It was super quiet on the trail today. Usually you'll hear kids screaming and playing but today it wasn't. I was

walking, my iPod was in and I tripped over something. I got up and noticed that my ipod had flown a few feet away

from the impact. I went to grab it but it was stuck on something. I pulled harder on the headphones and a-" the

man paused, swallowing. "A hand came out of cover of leaves. After I recovered from the initial shock, I unburried

some more of it, maybe thinking it was one of those teenager's tricks. But it wasn't. It smelled awful." The audio cut

out as the man continued to talk and it switched back to the news caster.

"It is undetermined the gender or time of death but the police are looking into missing peoples' reports in the area.

If anyone has any information about a missing person, please call your local police station."

The weather came on the screen but I wasn't paying attention to it. Jeremy glanced at me, a dark look crossing his

eyes. I nodded and turned, running right into Dean. He was glancing from the tv to me then to Jeremy. "Does this

kind of stuff happen often?" he asked, a deep dent between his eyebrows.

I sighed, nodding. "Yeah... for about three years now." I pursed my lips, glancing at Jeremy.

Dean folded his arms in front of his chest, looking at the TV. "Did they ever find the murderer?"

I shook my head, heading back to the kitchen. "They never have. Probably never will." I picked up the spatula,

stirring the pasta in the pot, trying not to let out too much information. If Dean ever found out about vampires and

werewolves, and especially Silas, he'd go running for the hills. That kind of stuff could cause someone to go insane.

I'm sure on my way to be.

Dean was quiet the rest of the time that he cut the veggies, probably thinking about the news story. It had to be

Silas. Though he's doing things that wasn't his usual killings. Shriveled bodies are what Silas does. But it couldn't be

anything else. After Klaus left, it seemed like everything but Silas went with him.

Dinner seemed to go by in a blur, just little small talk and awkward silences. Dean helped me clean up, loading the

dishwasher and cleared the table. Jeremy made his way up the stairs, hobbling all the way, emitting a giggle from

me. He tried so hard to be independent but one of these days he's going to fall.

After finishing putting everything away, I wiped my hands on the dish towel thrown across my shoulder. Dean stood

behind me, sipping a beer, staring off into space.

"I'm sorry." he mumbled, looking over at me.

I frowned, shaking my head. "About what?"

He sighed, pushing away from the counter. "What happened earlier. Before Jeremy called you in to look at the tv."

I nodded in understanding. "Its fine. It was a spur of the moment. No one has to know."

He chuckled, walking closer to me. "That's not exactly what I meant." he said, brushing a strand of hair out of my

face.

I swallowed, staring up at him. I could feel my body become warmer, my blood pumping through my body quicker

and quicker. "Then what do you mean by that?"

He smirked, glancing down at my lips. "I'm sorry that I didn't kiss you before Jeremy interrupted."

"Hey how's Jeremy?" Damon asked.

I laid on my bed, the phone pressed tightly to my ear as I read through a magazine.

"He's doing better. Still a little sore but Meredith is starting to give him these vampire blood infused pills that she

made. Its tiny doses so he'll heal faster. She didn't want you or Stefan to heal him because Dean would have

noticed."

I could hear him chuckle on the other line. "Well maybe it'll make him leave. I miss spending the night with you."

I smiled, knowing what his face probably looked like right now. Eyebrow raised, smirking, with a mischievous glint in

his eyes. My stomach warmed just thinking about it. "You still can you know. Its not like Dean and I are sharing a

room. You can be quiet." I bit my lip, teasing him.

Damon laughed, tsking. "Oh no my dear Elena. You're the one that would need to keep quiet."

Rolling my eyes, I glanced toward the bathroom door. The only thing separating me from a very wet naked Dean in

the shower. I shook my head, trying not to picture that. "Well the offer still stands. Its not like you can't stay the

night. You are my boyfriend."

Damon sighed and I heard another voice in the background. It sounded like Stefan. I waited patiently while they

talked, listening to the sound of the water hitting the floor in that bathtub. I could almost picture Dean washing his

hair with the shampoo that Jeremy let him have, the one that smelled like a rain forest. The type of smell that made

mouths water. Well he didn't really need the shampoo to do that.

"Elena are you still there?"

I snapped back to reality, guilty. "Yeah I'm here."

He chuckled. "You're probably tired so I'll let you get to bed. Are you still wanting to go to the picnic tomorrow?"

I sighed, thinking about it. The annual Mystic Falls Picnic Movie. Everyone sitting in the grass with blankets and

pillows, watching a classic movie. It would be a great opportunity for Damon and I. But then Dean would obviously

come...

I closed my eyes, hating that I was put in this situation. "Yeah that sounds great. I think Caroline and April are

coming over tomorrow morning to get ready and then we can meet you guys there."

"That sounds great. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay. I love you Damon."

A small chuckle sounded from the end of the line. "I love you too."

I whispered goodnight before ending the call, setting my phone on the end table.

I would have kissed Dean. I wont lie about that. I would have let him grab me and set me on the counter and kiss

me till I couldn't see straight. And I felt guilty as hell about it too. But right as I could swear I felt his lips brush

against mine, my phone rang from across the room, startling both of us. Flustered, I had ran to get it, looking at

Dean as I answered. "Hello Damon." After that, he went up to his room and got in the shower. Not a word had

been spoken.

The hard thing was, I'm in love with Damon. I know that. Without a second guess or hint of hesitation, I love him.

But Dean... it was strange. It was almost like I was drawn to him in a very 'fate' feeling way. And I'm not the one to

believe in fate. Here I am, a normal human girl in love with a vampire, my ex is a vampire, my bestfriend is a

vampire, the oldest living immortal is after me for an unknown reason and that's not something that is realistic. I

don't believe in fate because none of this should be real yet here I am, caught right in the middle. And yet,

sometimes I catch myself more comfortable with him than I am with Damon and that's what worries me. Dean and I

only met six days ago... and here I feel like I could have known him my whole life. And that scares the hell out of

me.


Ahhh guys there's chapter 8. Its another filler chapter but I promise the next one will be bigger. About the size of

last chapter:) Want a spoiler or two? Sammie and a very sexy push up scene involving Dean, Elena, Caroline, and

April. ;) You probably hate me. TWO almost Deanlena kisses. Were they good? Intense? Bad?

Let me know in a review. I'm hoping for atleast five before I post a new chapter. I'm not going to be stingy about

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