I know it's been a while since I published a new chapter on this story, and I'm sorry! My muse has been going in, like, twelve different directions. But she's back for this chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, that belongs to Eric Kripke. I don't own the Vampire Diaries either, that belongs to L.J. Smith.

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Just Another Day in Mystic Falls

Chapter 9

Dean was not happy about this situation. That much was clear.

The decision was made that Sam, Dean and Bobby were going to be sticking with the Salvatores for a while. Therefore, precautions had to be made. There were already lines of salt on the window sills of every window in the house and a Devil's Trap under the rug in front of the front doors, due to Bobby's knowledge and Damon's not wanting to have demons invading his house. But there were other things to set up defenses against; angels. So Sam and Dean set up protective sigils on the walls (Bobby did them on the first floor, because that was all that he could do). The sigils had to be done in human blood, so Stefan and Damon were kinda out for the count—and they weren't about to ask Elena to make sigils on the walls in her own blood.

It had taken quite of a lot of convincing on Bobby's part to get Dean to agree to rooming with the Salvatore vampires. He didn't trust them; he barely even knew them. He only agreed to interact with the vampires at all because Bobby trusted them. He knew for sure that he'd be keeping a sharpened stake near his person at all times, awake or asleep.

Sam really didn't mind near as much as Dean did. Stefan was a really cool guy—or, well, vampire. Damon was a pain in the ass, and maybe kind of evil…but Sam could find it in himself to put up with the guy, if Stefan could. Damon kind of reminded Sam of Ruby, especially her attitude the year before Dean died…except that Damon was darker. Sam wasn't sure how that was possible, but…

He sat across from the vampire right then. They were at the table that was in the front room of the place that served as a kind of living room. Sam was on his laptop, looking up some of the history of the town, to see if there were any vampire attacks that preceded these ones.

He'd just started, just sat down. And then Damon had just come along and sat down across from him without saying a word. He now sat back, stance casual, with his right foot thrown up to rest on his left knee. His hands were loosely clasped in front of him, and he glanced around distractedly. He looked bored as hell.

Sam decided he wasn't even gonna ask why he'd chosen to sit there of all places.

"Whatcha doing, Sammy?" Damon asked vaguely.

"Uh…researching," Sam answered, feeling his furrowed eyebrows. What the hell?

"Researching? Researching what?" Still with the bored tone.

Go away, Damon, for God's sake. "Any vampire attacks before this one. Some of the history of the town."

Damon snorted, the bored pretense breaking. "History? Sounds boring."

Sam shrugged, not taking his eyes off of the screen. "That's the job."

Damon shrugged too, which Sam only saw in his peripheral vision. He did see pretty clearly when his laptop was slammed shut. He looked up from the hand that had done the act to see Damon switching from his slouched position to sitting up more, folding his hands on the table.

Sam felt pissed and bet that he looked that way too. He looked at Damon, thinking, Dude, what the hell?

Damon looked amused. "You're researching the history of this town when there's someone sitting right in front of you that's lived through it? Come on, dude, seriously?"

Sam rolled his eyes, even though he felt intrigue when Damon stated it that way. "All right. You wanna tell me of your wisdom, Damon Salvatore?"

"Only if the alternative is you spending time reading a bunch of crap on the internet about the history of Mystic Falls and getting it all wrong," Damon replied.

Sam sighed. "Do you have something against technology?"

"Oh, hell, no! Just against idiots that try to recount something that happened, and end up making stuff up and explaining it wrong."

Sam rolled his eyes. "All right, fine. If you're such a genius, tell me what happened."

Damon sighed. "I think this will sound long and boring. But, hey, you gotta do what you gotta do. Vampires started showing up right after I got back from the war."

Sam felt his eyes widen. "You fought in the Civil War?"

"For a while. Left it, though; I hated it. Couldn't stand it there. It was hell. It pissed our dad off when I came back; that was awesome." Damon grinned. "Anyway, first one I met? Katherine. I'll tell you a thing or two about Katherine. She was beautiful, sexy, and fun. She was also manipulative, demanding, conceited, and a lying bitch. Oh, and one more thing; Elena Gilbert could be her doppelganger."

Sam's eyebrows shot up. "They look alike."

"Dead ringers."

Sam looked away. "Wow."

"Yeah."

"…that sounds like it could be tense."

"It's very tense," Damn agreed.

"…kind of depends on exactly how you guys know her. From the way you described her, I'm guessing it wasn't exactly a friendly one…"

"It was on and off screwing, mostly. With me and my brother." At Sam's expression, Damon smirked. "Yeah, Katherine got around."

"Sounds like it."

"Anywho, she showed up, along with a few friends of hers, including some vampires and a certain witch named Emily Bennett. Well, the vampires made more vampires, and the number got a little too copious, and their presence became conspicuous. So the vampire hunters of the town, including Giuseppe Salvatore, our father, and Jonathan Gilbert, Elena's great-great-to whatever extent-grandfather, started getting stake-happy. They locked the twenty-seven vampires in a church and set the place on fire. Stefan and I were trying to devise a plan to rescue Katherine. Well, we came up with one. We even got as far as getting her out of captivity. But we were caught." Damon grimaced. "And we were shot."

"You were shot?"

"Yep."

"By the vampire hunters, right?"

"Right."

"But…wasn't yours and Stefan's father one of those hunters?"

"I thought I made that quite clear," Damon scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"And he just…let the others kill you?"

Damon snorted.

Sam couldn't comprehend what was funny about that. "…what?"

"He pulled the trigger himself, Sammy. Twice. He said to my little brother, 'You and your brother were dead to me the moment you sided with the vampires.' I wasn't there, of course. But my brother drained him." Damon smiled brightly. "That was pretty awesome. I never liked that man, anyhow. I'm glad Stefan killed him."

There was silence, during which Sam was thinking Uh, holy shit…

"Well, we survived the gunshot wounds to our hearts because we didn't technically survive. Miss Katherine Pierce had given both me and Stefan vampire blood. When we got shot, that vampire blood became active. And, well…" he gestured to himself. "Here you go."

Sam's eyes were wider than they had been before. "Thought we had family drama…" he mumbled.

Damon got a very matter-of-fact expression and held up a finger. "But that's not all the history. Katherine's witch friend, Emily, did a spell on the tomb. The vampires would be saved. They'd starve practically to death—and I say practically because vampires can't starve to death—until the next comet, which was not too long ago, but they'd be…preserved, in a way. Then the crystal Emily kept could be used to release the vampires from the tomb." He smiled bitterly. "Let's just say that it didn't work out so well. So Emily's descendant, Bonnie Bennett, also a witch, and her grandmother did a little spell to open up the tomb. It opened. I went in, tried to find Katherine. The bitch wasn't there. But in that process, I kinda sorta accidentally let out the other twenty-six very vengeful vampires."

Sam raised his eyebrows. "I'd call that a hell of an accident."

Damon ducked his head. "Yeah. Oops on my part." He sighed. "Anyway, they're out on the town. They've got a vampire that's kind of keeping an eye on them, name of Pearl. The only thing is…Pearl's an idiot. She wants things to be back to the way they were in 1864, when vampires practically owned the town. You know, I tried to tell her, 'Uh, chick, it's not 1864 anymore!' But does she listen to me? No! So the vamps from the tomb are causing us problems."

Sam paused. "The vampires that we killed in that farmhouse earlier…were they from the tomb?"

"As far as I know, yeah. I don't think there are anymore vamps coming into town. If there are new vamps…ugh. Nah, never mind, I don't want to even think about it. Too many headaches, too much trouble. I don't want to think of the possibility that we have yet another thing to deal with."

Sam frowned. "What happened to Katherine?"

Damon cocked an eyebrow. "Is that a part of history? I think not."

Sam shrugged. "It's a part of your history. I just wanna know, okay? If you don't want to tell me, fine, don't tell me."

Damon sighed, got up, walked over to an end table with a bottle and a glass on it. He poured some of the liquid from the bottle into the glass and drank about half of it in one gulp.

"As it turns out, Katherine put the guard to the church under her spell and promised to turn him into a vampire, which is so like her. Then she took off."

Sam frowned. "Maybe she's looking for you…"

"She isn't. She knows where I am, she doesn't care." Damon finished off his glass and started filling it again.

"You loved her, didn't you?"

Damon didn't even skip a beat. "Excuse me?"

Sam sighed. "You were in love with her. I can tell by the way you talk about her. Even when you called her a lying bitch…you sounded fond."

Damon shrugged. "I don't know, maybe lying bitches turn me on?"

"No, not just turn you on." Sam was about 99.9% sure about what he was talking about.

Damon shrugged. "Whether I loved her a hundred and forty-six years ago doesn't matter. Ding-dong, the bitch might as well be dead. I don't care whether she comes or goes. If she does come, I'll probably kill her, but I won't care then either."

"Uh, I doubt that."

Damon looked up, and when he and Sam met eyes he swore on the life of everyone he knew and cared about that his eyes flashed dangerously, despite the pleasant smile he put on.

"Wanna bet, Sammy?"

Damon looked pretty insane right now. The fires of hell burned behind his eyes and yet he still kept that pleasant smile on.

Sam had to drop his eyes. "Are you ever going to stop calling me 'Sammy'?"

"Nope...Sammy." Damon still smiled, but his eyes were calmer now.

"Right," Sam muttered. He was just glad that the insane look in Damon's eyes was now gone.

Damon stretched and set the bottle and glass on the table. He moved to walk behind Sam, but suddenly a hand fell on Sam's shoulder. "Oh, and Sammy?"

Sam waited.

Damon leaned down a little and said quietly, "The Apocalypse? It really isn't your fault, you know."

Before Sam could even reply, the hand had disappeared from his shoulder and Damon had zipped up the stairs with inhuman speed.


Ooh, that was tense…some parts of it, anyway. I don't remember what Damon called Katherine to describe her to Elena, so I made up my own terms. "Lying bitch" really stuck out at me. I liked it…or, you know, it could work, at least. Tell me what you think!